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WHY ISN’T IT ME
#mother!!!#i would k!ll for a hug from her#it would solve all my problems#lisa cuddy#lisa edelstein#house#housemd#house md#2x02
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i have a request for luke taking care of you on your period 💗 thank youuuu :)
| luke castellan x fem! aphrodite! reader
౨ৎ warnings ౨ৎ: periods (??)
౨ৎ summary ౨ৎ: you’re on your period and luke takes care of you. (ik i said aphrodite reader but that doesn’t play into the plot at all so feel free to change it <3)
“I never knew you could be this scary…”
you were dying. a million knives stabbed into your body as you cried out for help. that’s what your period felt like to you. cramps made you want to end it all. you were laying in your bed, not DARING to move because even if you moved a muscle, your whole body would ache like someone stabbing you with a sword over and over again.
“what would happen if i just ended my life?” you thought to yourself. “these cramps would sure go away.” as you were talking to your inner-self about k*ll*ng yourself, you saw luke, your wonderful, amazing boyfriend lay down beside you.
“hey princess. what’s got you so tense?” luke asked, about to hug you. “get. your. fucking hands. away from me.” you said in a very serious tone while making a very serious face. luke instantly retracted his hands and his expression changed from happy to worried. “what happened angel? are you sick? did i do something wrong?”
then, all of the sudden, you started bawling you eyes out while barely getting out, “n-no i’m on my st-stu-stupid period and you didn’t h-hu-hug meeeeeeee!!!” you cry with big tears streaming down your face and off your chin.
luke registers what’s happening and automatically scoops you into his strong arms, kissing your tears away. “hey hey hey. it’s ok. i’m sorry. i love you so much sunshine. i’m sorry i didn’t hug you.” he says in a very empathetic tone. you continue to cry and he continues to whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you stop crying.
you sniff and shakily say, “sorry babe. i’m just hurting and i hate life.” “no no it’s okay. i don’t blame you at all. it’s not your fault you deal with these cramps!” he says hugging you and kissing your neck. just then, he had an idea. “i’ll be right back angel. i’m not leaving i just forgot something in my cabin ok?” he asked, making sure it. was ok to leave you. “ok..” you say a little suspiciously.
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as luke is walking out of your cabin, he think who to go to about this stuff. then it hits him like an arrow hitting the bullseye. clarisse and annabeth. first he goes to the athena cabin to see annabeth. he knocks on the door and coincidentally, annabeth answers. “oh hey luke. what do i owe the pleasure of?” she asks curiously.
“hey annie. i was wondering if you had any of those uh.. things you stick in to stop from bleeding? i think they’re called tampons?” he asks while whispering the word “tampons”. annabeth rolls her eyes at his slight immaturity and shut the door in his face.
just as luke is about to walk away, the doors opens again and annabeth stands there with all kinds of tampons. “before i give these to you, who are these for exactly?” she asks, cocking a brow. “oh. they’re for y/n. she’s on her period and im making her a bay basket.” (i mean bay basket cuz like its summer and bay yknow? i thought it was clever lol).
“oh wow. that sucks for her. tell her i say feel better .” annabeth says before smiling and shutting the door. next, luke went to clarisse. he was just about to walk towards her cabin when he found her irritating a kid. “hey clarisse that’s not nice. knock it off” luke says, giving the kid a chance to run away. “whatever luke. what do you want?” clarisse asks as she starts walking back to her cabin.
“well y/n’s on her period and i’m making her a bay basket. i was wondering if you could help me get some stuff she might like since you’re her best friend.” luke says, fidgeting with his hands. as soon as luke says “y/n” clarisse’s mood instantly changes to happy and she energetically exclaims, “of course i’ll help you! i love y/n.”
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luke is walking back to the aphrodite cabin with a basket filled with a pink fluffy blanket, a whole bunch of chocolate, tampons, a squishmallow (don’t ask how he got all these “human” things from camp half blood lol), fake pink roses (so they never die), a candle, and some extra goodies like his hoodie and matching pajama pants with him.
he knocks on the door and you open it, looking angry at who disturbed you. but your expression softened instantly when you saw it was luke. you pulled him inside as he presented the bay basket. “surprise! you should not be going through this much pain on your period so i hope i could make it a little better.” he said while smiling from ear to ear.
you look at the basket and then at luke as you take it and set it down. you walk over to luke and throw your arms around him, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. “thank you thank you thank you!” you says while crying because of how happy you are.
the rest of the day/week is filled with luke, luke, and more luke until you’re finally done with pain (for now hehe).
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౨ৎ a/n ౨ৎ- i hope that i fulfilled ur request lol <3 i had sm fun writing this!! feel free to request any more u want!🫶🏻🫶🏻
-jules🎀
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wooo hii!! Been awhile since I made a request (I love what you came up with last time btw :] ) I was wondering if you could write some little headcanons about how you think different saiki K characters would act when tired? (Love Ur work Sm <333)
hi hi!! So sorry for the late reply!! Hopefully you enjoy it and thank you so much for your support!! <3
idk if i´m missing anyone, but if there´s anyone else you´d like to see then please tell me! :)
warnings: fluff! gn reader!
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How they act when they´re tired
Saiki Kusuo
Such a grumbly baby!
everything annoys him and pisses him off more than usual when he´s tired
to him, you´re like his safe space so he looks for you when he needs to relax or he simply someone
don´t question why he´s suddenly more affectionate than usual!! he will get embarassed
honestly, a good ol´ cuddle session is all he needs
if y´all are out and about and he´s feeling tired, he will teleport you to his house to cuddle, no questions asked
honestly, you just go with it cause it´s not often he´s so willingly so vulnerable
give him a few kisses here and there and you´ll have him melting in your arms 100%
Kaidou Shun
very very whiny boy
clings to you like a koala
the second you run your hands through his hair he´s fast asleep
i´m talking snore mimimi typa sleep
absolutely refuses to leave your arms when he´s tired, he needs your warm hugs
like i said before, he´s super whiny, so he will beg you to cuddle with him with the biggest pout on his pretty lips :(
doesn´t care if y´all are out in public, can and will fall alseep on top of you
you´re gonna have to carry him back home
but the way he snuggles up to you is so adorable that you simply cannot find it in yourself to get mad at him
Kuboyasu Aren
DOES. NOT. ADMIT. IT
will deny it if you ask him if he´s tired
you literally have to force him to rest
he´s all grumpy about it until you give him kisses and cuddles
he´ll still grumble a bit but will definitely relax more
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he be looking like that when he´s tired
i feel like when he´s tired he´s also a bit of a softie
but only behind closed doors where he´s only with you
like don´t get me wrong, he´s always been a softie for you
but when he´s tired it just boosts even more
Teruhashi Kokomi
super pouty!
you know those baby animals that get all sad and pouty when they don´t get affection?
well that´s her when she´s tired
she´s always been super affectionate, but now it´s more clingy than usual
not like you mind
loves loves loves!! when you wrap your arms around her
makes her feel safe and comforted
can and will fall asleep on you
she can be a bit of an airhead when she´s tired
will most likely forget about whatever it is that you said, it just be going from one ear to another
its okay, shes still cute
Hairo Kineshi
its so obvious when he´s tired
like this man is always so full of energy and hyperactivity
the second he starts moving a bit slower than usual is sign enough of his tiredness
zones out A LOT
he´d accidentally be staring at the back of your head for a good 5 minutes before you snap him out of his daze
a little clumsy
sometimes he doesn´t realize he´s heavy and he will just flop on top of you
yeah you´re not getting up for a good while
a power nap with a cuddle session is all he needs before he´s energetic again!!
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Hello hello! I hope you’re doing well! Okay, so I’m not sure if requests are open, so feel free to ignore this if they aren’t!!!
Any character(or characters) of your choice comforting their s/o as they’re turned into a demon (perhaps they take on a sea monster-ish look!), because I imagine most physical changes would be pretty painful. S/o is still entirely cognizant and not feral afterwards of course, we don’t need too much angst! But perhaps just a closer look on how your favorite(s) would help their s/o through the process and the shift itself!
Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!
“from human to demon, i still love you”
how characters would comfort their s/o turning into a demon! (reader) _______________________________________________
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◆ hello hello! thank you so much for requesting, dearest ! i’m doing well, thank you♡ my requests are always open, unless i state otherwise〜
this is a unique request of (former) human!reader turning into a demon, and how their s/o comfort them during the turning process〜
a possible slight angst warning, slight mentions of killing. my apologies, my dear lotuses.
i will keep it gender neutral.❀ 〜
a/n : i had no idea how many characters to write for, or who to choose〜！ so i did 3 demon slayers/hashiras, and 3 demons! i also tried to do some of my other favs!
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giyuu
oh goodness…
he wouldn’t know what to believe, and he would honestly be on the verge of tears..
no.. he couldn’t bring himself to k!ll his beloved s/o, could he now?
he will just hug you tightly.. hugging you and telling you to just breathe and relax♡
he knows he can’t do anything to stop the process, so he’ll feel a bit useless and upset.
you being cognizant will definitely help him relax, meaning he doesn’t have to hurt you for trying to eat him!
once the transformation finishes, he’ll ask you if you still remember him just incase, with tears still in his eyes..
you say yes, and he’ll look at you with the prettiest smile, and say “thank you..”
he would trust urokodaki with you the most, and would look into getting a box or a special room for you asap! he would even let you decorate it〜
will most definitely beat himself up internally for letting this happen to you, even if you’re safe with him now..
mitsuri
my, my!!
at first, she’d be a crying mess!
how did this happen?! is this her fault?! will you try to hurt her or others?!
the more she thinks, the more she cries! until she realizes.. that you’re more in pain than she is!
she’ll run over to you, and gently put you in her lap, and telling you positive things, and memories you two share〜 she’s so cute!
she’ll start to tear up again telling you over and over again that she’s sorry, and when you tell her that everything will be okay, and that you’re aware of everything, she officially calms down〜
now that she knows that the transformation is done, she’ll carry you to safety, and lets you sleep in her lap as she talks to kagaya. (same pose in the gif!♡)
he’ll let her keep you, and she’ll be relieved!! she’ll invest in a special hideout for you, and even make it pretty〜
she’ll love it if you become friends with nezuko, it’s adorable!
will protect you more than ever♡
tanjiro
oh, poor tanjiro.. first his sister into a demon and now his s/o! how much more can this boy handle〜
well.. at the very least.. he’ll know how to handle you, this wouldn’t be his first rodeo…
he’ll have you in his lap, with his katana sheath ready to place in your mouth, but realize he wouldn’t need to do so.
he’d keep apologizing, asking you if you’re okay, telling you to focus on breathing instead of the pain, and reassuring you that you’ll be back human in no time.
definitely he would cry, and begs you for forgiveness for not knowing what to do!
he would ask for the help of nezuko, maybe another demon that you trust could help〜?
she will most likely cradle you and hum a lullaby she likes. now tanjiro is relieved, now knowing you’re okay and also that nezuko has your back♡〜!
once the transformation is over, he’ll try to comfort you by saying that you look beautiful, while transporting you to safety〜
definitely he’ll feel regretful. but also grateful.
grateful that you’re safe, aware, harmless, and alive♡
kokushibo
ooo.. such a calm boy〜
he would take you to a safe place, and lie you down, with his hand resting on your arm or shoulder.
he wouldn’t want to move you too much, he knows how the pain could be.
very observant, observing to see when should he should step in more. he wouldn’t want you suffering long at all. he went through 3 days of it
he would provide you with anything! want blood? you got it! want a blanket? got two! want human food? he’ll run and get some! want cuddles? you’re in his arms! the pain too much? gentle kisses on its way!♡
wouldn’t be surprised that your cognizant, he knew how much power his s/o could hold〜
once the transformation is finished, he would praise you on how well you held up, and offers you a massage.
accepting his offer, he would give you a caring massage while telling you all the things you two can do together forever, as demons♡
gyutaro
honestly, he wouldn’t know what to expect..
gyutaro naturally has a habit of lashing out, so he would probably lash out. how could this happen to his only s/o?!
but once he realizes that they’re in pain, he turns into a soft baby〜
he would baby you, thanks to his habit forming from his little sister, but that isn’t a bad thing! especially not now
he would cradle you, give you kisses, telling you to focus on his voice, asking if the pain is increasing or decreasing, giving you anything you need, and telling you to try not to panic and trying to follow his own advice on that part.
he will absolutely be astonished at the fact that you’re cognizant, and praise you for it. he hasn’t seen it happen too often〜
with you being now a demon just recovering from a painful transformation, he would tell you to eat - whether it’s humans or human food (or nothing) - and rest. he wants your health to be top tier so you can protect yourself♡
he would become a bit more paranoid with you being a demon now, not only because of slayers, but also because he doesn’t want you becoming one of muzans minions… don’t fear! he’ll do your work for you♡
muzan
ooooh, also a calm boy!
he would be impressed by you being very cognizant, but wouldn’t say anything about it, especially since he's probably seen it before, but not often〜
would have you bedridden, with him staying by your side the whole time, because he wouldn’t want you overexerting yourself from the pain!
occasionally he would ask you if you’re alright, and caress your head or give kisses♡
on the outside, he may be just staring at you with his stoic face… but on the inside, he’s worried if you’ll be okay!
if you want him to talk to distract you, he’ll tell you stories about other unique demon transformations that he’s witnessed over centuries!
once he notices that your transformation is finishing, he will feel more comfortable touching you.
he’ll tell you that you held up well, before giving you gifts you may like to help you feel better and recover quicker〜！
almost like a “you did it” present, but not quite, you know?
tells you to rest, and asks if you want to eat anything at the moment. most demons must go out and survive on their own almost instantly after transformation, but he lets you rest.
because he loves you.
as you start to relax, he’ll tell you all the great things demons can do, to uplift your mood♡
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my, my！my lovely lotuses, i want to sincerely apologize for disappearing for quite some days. being honest, i just wanted to rest. i have more requests that i will get out on the the near future!
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per usual, these were fun to write, and i really enjoyed this! thank you for your support and patience, my precious flowers❀〜
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Hello! This isn't exactly Good Omens related, but I've seen this blog talk about "perfect trauma victims" vs actual trauma victims, so i figured one of the lovely mods might know!
One of my WIPs right now is an essay on the harmful effects of "perfect trauma victims" on actual trauma survivors. I know that Harry Potter is a good example of the "perfect trauma victim" stereotype, but was wondering if you could think of any others? (I was thinking Cinderella, but I'm not sure). As for good portrayls of trauma survivors, I am planning on citing Aziraphale, but would Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel be valid, and are there any others?
Also, as another source: how would you define a perfect trauma victim versus a trauma survivor?
Thank you! Y'all are seriously doing Gods' work with this blog.
Cinderella is an interesting one because it's such an old story and has been retold in so many different ways that there's probably a version of Cinderella to fit any occasion. If we're talking about the Disney movie, then yes I would definitely cite her as a perfect trauma victim stereotype.
(I haven't watched Hazbin Hotel yet, so I can't speak on that. I'm starting to feel like this is a fail on my part.)
Another good portrayal of a trauma survivor might be Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgment Day. In the first movie she was a pretty, helpless waitress who got yanked out of her comfortable existence and forced to endure horrifying things. In the second movie, she's hardened and unsympathetic. Her son tries to hug her, and she ignores his affection in favor of patting him all over, looking for injuries. Her character arc culminates in an attempt to k*ll an innocent researcher in front of his family in an attempt to change the future. The overall theme of the movie is that humanity will save humanity, and recognizing the value of human life is the ultimate goal for a happy future.
(I did not notice the Good Omens parallels until I typed that out just now. Neat.)
A perfect trauma victim is a societal myth that hurts real trauma survivors. It's a stereotype portrayed as a person that reduces survivors to a one-dimensional trope. It implies that if a trauma survivor is unlikable or makes bad choices, then somehow they deserve what happened to them or somehow brought it on themselves. Or that they're not a "real" victim; they must be lying or faking it if they don't act just right. In criminal trials, juries are tempted to find for the defense when the accuser turns out to have committed unrelated crimes or had a nontraditional sex life.
A trauma survivor is more difficult to write because they're more complex. They behave as real people would and are a complex blend of internal and external influences. They make choices that fans might not understand or approve of, but in terms of their own survival it makes sense. Like going along with a powerful, dangerous superior instead of telling him where to stick it, so that one and one's companion can live to fight another day. You know, hypothetically. :)
Hope this helps! <3
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Hiii! I saw you don’t write for pregnancy so if this counts as that than pls feel free to ignore this! I was thinking if I can request fluff headcanons of Chuuya going to a powerful organization for a meeting and reader is an executive in it and when he goes to her office to say hi to her he finds a 4 year old little boy in there playing and when he asks reader about it she explains he was originally a failed ability “experiment” for the organization and when he failed they were going to k!ll him but she took him under her care<3 the kid is really quiet but polite and very attached to the reader and Chu can tell she cares about him sm (also Chuuya notices that the kid really looks like a mix of him and reader🤭)
ANON. YOU. ARE. AN. ANGEL.
Note: Fluff, Gn!reader ( you, your)
Humans never stand still forever. Most of them are always working towards being the strongest. However, like it or not, we cannot do this completely alone, we need allies (also strong)
And that's what was about to happen.
Chuuya was sent as the PM's representative at a meeting with a large organization that would be of good use to Mori.
Of course, before that he wanted to meet some of the members to know who he would be dealing with, one of them was an executive Y/N
''Ah! Please come in'' Chuuya hears as he enters the spacious office similar to his own with a large desk at the back, a dark sofa with a coffee table to the right
"You must be Y/N…and who is that…?" He asks intrigued upon noticing the small human above the sofa. A boy with the appearance of 4 years playing calmly without noticing the arrival of the dwarf in the hat.
It would not be unusual for a child here, it could be her son (?) but she is not a simple civilian.
What he didn't know is that that little child had a past similar to his: the boy was an experiment; a failed experiment carried out by the Government with the support of the organization. With everything going downhill, they didn't decide to put an end to the child, but you had the courage to face them and become responsible for the boy.
After noticing the doubt on his face and explaining it to him, he didn't know whether to cry or hug the child :(
From then on
You reached a level of trust with him so quickly that he told you his whole tragic story.
He was happy to know that ''people like him'' were saved! and he wanted to help take care of the little one. so now Chuuya wouldn't leave that place, always passing by to see him and showering him with affection.
You and he obviously got closer too and seem even married which sometimes causes funny situations with people saying how much their ''son'' looks like their parents *CHUUYA TURNS INTO A TOMATO*
AND I'M TALKING SERIOUSLY, coincidentally the boy has the same fiery hair, and your features
it even looked like a clone-.......let's stop here
#sorry for my bad english#Chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara#nakahara chūya#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#thinking here about Chuuya being a father#bsd#bsd x reader#benni
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The power of that loving mouth of yours has
Loki Laufeyson x Heartrender Reader
Warning : Su!cide, Harsh words
(I've been obsessed recently with writing Grisha readers x characters so heres another one. And from now on I may specialize in writing Grisha readers)
Inspired by book0bsessedd (dolores on tiktok)
Character mad at the love interest and shouting to just k!ll themselves, and when they did.
He was always so gentle and loyal to you. He would always go out of his way to treat you as his queen, as his bethrothed.
He would use his seiðr to calm you down, and you would always do the same to him with your heartrending. Every day and every night you two were almost unseperable. Ever since you were tasked to interrogate him.
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"Talk or I crush your heart slowly" you threatened him.
"If you think that will make me talk you're wrong" he remarked. "Fine, and what if I just talked to you as how I would treat someone I love?, Would that make you reveal something?. I don't enjoy hurting people" you smiled softly as the last sentence left your mouth. You sensed an increase in his heartrate that slowly went down again. You approached him, sitting and telling him of your favorite book. You told him how Kaz Brekker reminded you of him. With his tough exterior he still have a heart and can love. Even if he won't show it to anyone.
"You remind me of Kaz Brekker, this one character. He walks with a limp and is brutal. He can kill someone with words just like you. But he still loves this girl. Weirdly enough he calls her an 'investment'. Tell me about your favorite book. Thor told me you love spending time in the Asgard Library." You looked at his eyes sincerely. His lips formed a small smile and told you stories Frigga used to read him. And the poems she'd taught him to help with his Seiðr.
You asked him more about Frigga, asking how much he loved her and all that. Making sure not to cross the border you strictly made. "If your mom taught you to help others, why did you resort to killing hundreds of people?" He looked tense. You knew you started a sensitive conversation.
He'd eventually open up to you. Everything and how he felt about everything
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Inseperable as always, when he goes on missions and you weren't invited you were almost always reading in his room. Until today Bucky asked you to talk. Since you were basically the therapist of the avengers. I mean you can ease someone's heart and pulse quite literally.
When you finished your session with Bucky you saw Loki watching. You smiled and ran up to him. Embracing him with a hug and a kiss to his lips. He reiterate as he smiled. "Darling, what was it you and that assasin were talking about?" "Oh just a therapy session. We all need one once in a while" You can see he'd always soften at your sincerity.
You spent the day resting on his chest as he read to you a book. The story his mom would read him every night. The next morning you had to leave early for a sudden mission only leaving a note behind which wrote
"Beloved, Stark gave me a mission early this morning and It was urgent and sudden. I'm so sorry for leaving without telling you. I just couldn't get myself to wake you up as you looked asleep soundly as always"
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He did his usual routine and started to read whilst listening to the news, only to find a picture of Thor hugging and kissing you on the head on the screen. He was hurt. Shocked. He didn't know what to react. Or how to react. He was lost. You'd always lead him back but today the reason was you.. The only person he had loved.. How dared you. His brother? Why him out of all people. As if you were doing it just out of spite.
How coule you his mind wandered again. You were the only person ever to actually love and cared for him. To greet him, to love him, to always cherish him.. He planned what to say when you returned the next day.
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You were worried, even though Thor meant well. And you would've died without it. You need to reason with Loki. You ran to his room and did your usual embrace. You hugged him and kissed him only to find him just standing there stone faced with streaks of dried tears. You knew he saw the news..
You instantly explained everything. "Loki I promise you it was only for a disguise. I didn't even signed up for it! Your oaf of a brother started it and It was HIS idea!" You reasoned. Yet he still seemed betrayed. I mean you understood. "Loki.. I promised you it was a facade." "Was your whole relationship with me a facade too? He asked with tears in his eyes.
"No.. I Love you. I'll carve your name on my heart and I'd do anything for you..
But it escalated already..
"DON'T PRETEND TO LOVE ME. I'D RATHER GET HURT THAN LOSING THE ONLY PERSON TO CARE FOR ME!" "Just tell the truth Y/N, I can handle it"
"Loki, I promise you the truth is that I love you. I carved your name onto my heart if you'd ask for it. I'd do anything for you.." your hands swiftly moved atop your heart writing his name. He can't deny the fact he missed seeing you write, holding him instead of arguing. He knows you aren't lying but he can't handle it. You pretended to care so much, tracing nothing on your heart but lies.
"If you loved me you would've not gone with Thor." He knew though that you didn't have an option. "I can't choose who I go with, If so I would've chose you." Tears started to flow out of your eyes. Your gorgeous, gorgeous eyes.. I hate to see you cry and I dont know who I am anymore.. He thought to himself
"If you really cared you would rather die than hurt me. And you still hurt me. AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?"
"LOKI YOU'VE DRAGGED MY NAME THROUGH MUD AND STORMS YET I STILL STAND BY YOU AGAINST THE WORLD, ASGARD, THE AVENGERS, MY OWN FAMILY. haven't I done enough..?" You said with tears flowing harder and your voice cracking on that last line
"I love you.. I love you. If you want me dead I would die for you a thousand times and my heart would always still be yours and yours only. Even if yours isn't mines."
"Y/N Stop with pretending to care. For all I care you'd rather hurt me than yourself." He said still stone faced and tears flowing down slowly
"I COULD'VE DIED ON THAT MISSION LOKI! ATLEAST BE GRATEFUL I'M BACK TO YOU AND NOT THOR." You cried out hopelessly
Loki doesn't know how he lost his control but he shouted at her saying "YES I APPRECIATE YOUR CONCERN BUT FOR ALL I CARE I'D RATHER HAVE YOU DEAD THAN BEING WITH MY BROTHER! JUST K!LL YOURSELF OR SOMETHING I DON'T CARE"
You were hurt. The others outside heard. Nat ran and barge in to grab you.. you slowly said only he could hear "I would if that meant you'd be happy. I would. I love you. Only you.."
"YOU DON'T KNOW THE POWER OF THAT LOVING MOUTH OF YOURS I WOULD DIE FOR ALL I CARE" your last remark.
Nat calmed you down. Wanda ready to kill him. "Y/n we told you he's bad news." Tony said. "I know. But all he says is true. All he said from the start were earnest. I don't know if the person I was talking to was him. His heartbeat sounded off and for all I know Thor is somewhere in Asgard. So i can't go to him."
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You decided to walk to the roof, you two's favorite spot to see him use his magic on the sky. This time you'd ought to give it a try. You opened a wound on your hand, using your blood to create a blood moon. "The power you hold beloved. I love you.."
You decided to head back to your room to write a note using ink and your blood saying "The power that loving mouth of yours has, you're words stung Loki. We both know you were out of your mind. But I thought you'd never go as far as to see me dead. But if that what you wish, you will see my blood once a year on our anniversary. Where the moon turns red. As when it used to turn green. With you i'm just blood and bone. Nothing more. Nothing less. No feelings, no care for anything but you. You wish to see me dead, and you shall. (17 of November, 02.56, the time you asked me to be your girlfriend)
The clock shown 02.50. You ran to the roof where you said your last words.. "I love you Loki Laufeyson. Through hell and back my heart would always be yours even if yours does not belomg to me" your hands moved forming a fist. Only hardening as your heart was slowly crushed. As painful as it is. It wasn't as painful as those words his loving mouth has said. The last words you heard from him.. You couldn't take the last pain anymore. You screamed in agony, in pain. When the Avengers reached you up on the roof. They only saw you falling to your knees, dying. When they got to hold you, you were lifeless in Wanda's arms. Your sister. Who now promised to bring you back someday. And to harm Loki's life. She lost her brother. And now her younger sister. The moon was red. As the blood bleeding on your arm. "I swear I'll hurt you in ways you wouldn't have thought was possible Loki"
The very next day Loki reappeared in the tower to say he was sorry and that he was half-drunk. Only to find the avengers all wearing black, about to head out to your funeral in your favorite garden in Sokovia. Loki was confused, "Stark, whose funeral are you attending" His eyes showed nothing but confusion before Tony responsed, "Your girlfriend dummy. You killed her. She left a note on your table. And Thor will escort you back to Asgard or whatever.. and you're not the only one losing her. She was like my little sister, and she was Wanda's. She was a part of the avengers, the strongest. So don't pretend to regret killing her. We heard you"
"Brother.. Is that true. Is she really dead..?" "Yes. Why do you always never think about other people's feelings but your own Loki? Look what you've done. I'm burying my sister.." Loki decided to walk to his room and read the note at your funeral. He wanted to attend. Yet the Avengers banned him from attending. His heart can't take it.. How could they? He was your lover.. was. That word stained his life more than any other word besides the I love you from you. He swore to never speak again. Only to cry when he read your note and saw the avengers having your heart on display. His name was truly written on it with Grisha saints gold blood..
Memories flood back to him. The moment where he'd shown you his tricks with Seiðr. And how you would calm him down by slowing his pulse and how you would get rid of his scars and only revealed it to her and her only.
He again cried.. knowing his last words to you ended your life. And now he has no one. Even his brother now hates him..
#grishaverse#loki laufesyon x reader#loki laufeyson#loki x you#angst#loki laufeyson angst#Grisha readers by Chaoticsomeone#heartrender
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My roommate loves to tell me I'm taking care of everyone but myself and him and our house (this is the kind idea he has landed on after living with me and being one of my best friends for seven years and trying to figure out why I am the way I am) and I'm like "No no I'm horrible that's not true I just want to watch Youtube videos in bed I'm not selfless I'm very self centered and lazy" and then a friend suddenly dies and you spend weeks running around making sure everyone is okay and fed and heard and feels loved and you finally have ONE day off work and a friend texts you that she's having a bad day and needs to go for a walk and get a hug or she's going to k*ll herself so you do that and then when you're in the car on the way home from the walk and hugs which you hope literally saved your friend's life your other friend texts that she needs to call you in a little bc she's having a terrible time and so you talk to her for an hour about how mean her ex is being and hype her up and hate her enemies and then you eat some casserole and then you lay down on the living room floor to listen to sad music and when you wake up on the floor after falling asleep on the floor at 6pm you're like... ah. Yes. I didn't do any of the things I meant to do today I just took care of people. So I may be like that.
Like I can't take care of myself or clean out my car or do my dishes or feed myself most of the time or wash my hair but I can answer the phone and drive a half hour to hug someone.
I'm not bragging this is a very hard way to be. But I also never regret answering the phone? Someone told me once that I have great boundaries and I laughed in their face bc I do have boundaries but they're bc if I didn't have the little ones I had I would die. I'm glad I could take care of my people. I'm *really* glad my friends know they can call me. But I also meant to wash my hair today. Idk. Idk what to do about it. I guess I could still take a shower before I go to bed.
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TC!JK
y/n rolled her eyes. against the law my ass she said in her head before turning her attention to their kids. “yes, our babies have grown up so muchhh” whines y/n as she pulls the oldest of the four, jinseol, into a tight hug and kisses all over his face. “mooom” he whines before y/n does the same for all of her children. “it does feel like forever. you guys just keep getting bigger and bigger and i hate it!! where are my itty, bitty, babies?” whines y/n and jesus, do they all look like their father. each one of them having those big doe eyes.
once they leave and y/n has filled jungkook in, y/n responds “i don’t know i just got a bad feeling about her and i don’t want that bitch around our kids. i mean she’s stupid enough to size me up like i won’t knock her ass out, so yeah. she probably is.”
“you mean to tell me you guys didn’t try the food before tasting it?! I SWEAR TO GOD IF OUR CHILDREN GET POISONED, I’LL K!LL YOU ALL MYSELF!!” yells y/n at the servants who brought a piece of the food and ate it in front of both jungkook and y/n. when they didn’t choke, or cough, y/n let out a sigh of relief. “w-we are sorry, your highness” apologized the cooks. “please be more cautious!” says y/n in a more calm tone before heading to the dining room with the waiting georgina.
the moment y/n walks into the room, the tension is once again thick as both women glare at one another. “hi, princess georgina. nice to see you again”
i read tpol chapter and aaaahhh i was so excited when it posted!! 🩷
“did you just roll your eyes at me baby you’ve got to respect me?” The king laughs as you pepper your oldest son in kisses and your daughters watch in envy, but they don’t have to for long as you grab them too and shower them in your affection.
The king holds the youngest one in his arms cooing at him, “one day, you will be succeeding me..” he whispers to himself as he looks at jinseoul. “I agree with your mother. You guys have grown up so fast… it was like yesterday when I married your mother.. oh, I can never forget that. The most happiest moment in my life.”
Jungkook looks at you, his eyes, so soft. “make sure that the food is good to eat- oh wow baby you did learn from the best didn’t you?” His eyes widen as you threaten to kill everyone.
“wow that was so hot of you- YOU HEARD THE QUEEN.”
Turns out that the food is good to eat, and as you both send your children away, the king takes your hand in his guides you to the dining room.
There sits the princess whose eyes are filled with envy, as she was just the king and the queen enter.
She does not understand what is so special about you, and why did the king hurry to marry? Maybe she was too late.
But it is now or never.
“my queen and king.” She greets, resisting the urge to bite the inside of her cheek. She acknowledgs you first, almost roll in annoyance as she looks at you
As your husband sits down on the large chair, you follow and the princess too.
“I hope you will enjoy our traditional food.”
Her attention is once again taken by your husband, as she gives him a little too bright smile, her green eyes filled with a mischievous glint.
“oh, I’m sure I will… I’ve heard a lot about the Korean food and culture seems so rich and unique.. if you don’t mind making king, I would love to discuss with you or negotiations and that garden I saw on my way to the palace? The one filled with the snowdrops? it is a really beautiful garden. Are you interested in gardening? I mean it is a very nice hobby…”
She doesn’t stop talking, but her eyes steal glances at you. It was like she was mocking you but your husband fails to notice her ill intentions.
your husband doesn’t really give her any attention and just nods his head, “I am really curious about the negotiations. Your country has to offer us.”
“well, certainly your majesty.”
And Just then the food arrives, cutting the thick tension in the air.
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i appreciate you a lot, i hope you know that <3
i would like to use the hug card <3 i feel like i need a big biiig group hug, i just want to be squished <333
i hope they do, otherwise i feel like it may drive them apart or away from the company itself(which wouldn't be a bad thing, there are better companies).
your puns are spectacular, i only wish i had that same power ;) it's not that hard to just LOVE him, i mean he is the definition of precious <33 i feel like seungkwan is one of those idols that if you were to ever meet him, he'd be the same as what we see <3 a kind individual <3 though i have watched older fansignings and he seems so sweet <33 i'm having a lot of scoups feelings atm HELP...........
thank u !! we kinda went off criminal minds for the last week or so, my s/o is rewatching smallville and i've been rewatching riverdale <33
it's really, really good <3 i rewatched it this week, also started watching revenge of others, i'm on ep 2 and i am HOOKED <3 it's basically about a girl who transfers to her brother's school in an attempt to find his killer (who pushed him out of a window) >:( i feel like i know who the killer may be but i'm probably wrong :(
you are honestly so sweet <3 you are a ball of sunshine :)) i'm glad you're happy to continue talking with me <3 although if u were not, that would be absolutely okay <3 and you're welcome 🌼
they are both girls!!! <33 they are the cutest beans <3333
hello my dear bestie 💗 i have missed you soooooooooooooooooooooooo much but i'm glad you took some time for yourself and i hope you're feeling better than during the holidays 💕 and i also hope you know i appreciate you as well. very much so!
of course! come here 💓 we'll squeeze you with our love 😘
thank you so much for appreciating my puns 💘 very few people can enjoy them. only the big brained are able to. so therefore, i can share my secret with you :D i went to this amazing pun school ;) i can't mention their name or else they'll receive too many applications. the only thing i can tell you is that it was a lot of PUN (haha get it?)
omg! yes exactly. i knew you'd be able to translate what i'm trying to say about my boo (seungkwan) super well 💝 he's one of those rare idols where you can feel he's practically the same as what he shows in front of cameras. i can't confirm that because i don't know him personally but he kind of seems like he's not that different off camera. ah scoups scoups, that man is very dangerous indeed... i've watched back it up fancams during the caratblr event and i haven't felt this attacked in a long time. he has made a (s)coup(s) d'état to my heart 💞 (i'm proud of that pun)
smallville. a name i haven't heard in a long time. i remember watching it as a teenager, i recognise the faces of the actors but i have no clue as to what's going on in the show. the only thing i know is it's about superman (am i sure? not really) as for riverdale, the only thing i've watched are the yt video edits/the memes. some of the videos are kind of funny. especially when you know nothing about the show hahaha
oh wow congrats on actually keeping your promise of watching kdramas 👏👏👏 so revenge of others is a thriller mixed with a little bit of detective stories? (i don't remember the name of the genre lol) i hope the k*ll*r (just in case tumblr wants to flag this post) is not the person you're suspecting because then it ruins the story :/ at least in my opinion ^^ i mean, it's nice if you guess who it is while collecting clues during the first few episodes but if you already guessed by episode 2 then it's a bummer :( but again maybe the story is not entirely focused on finding the culprit and more about how the main character reacts and what will happen to the culprit? i'm sorry those are just random guesses >3< and i'm sure you've got the right answer. you're smart, very smart!
no need to worry about talking to me 💖 i very much enjoy talking to you and getting to know more about you (and your cats) 💟 you're honestly one of the highlights of my days/weeks when i see you pop up in my notifications so never worry about me not enjoying talking to you. it's the opposite actually!
my little beans are so cute 😻 every time i think about them, i get this huge smile on my face :D it's hard not to when they're this pretty and awesome 💗 a little kiss on both their foreheads because they deserve it for being so amazing 😘😘
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*spoilers* 20th Century Girl Kdrama!
F*ck it!! I can't take it anymore! Here's alternate end and in my heart this one is real one and no one can convince me I cried 27 minutes straight because of this so here we go , and don't ask how it's just what I wantttt!!!
So when the train scene is happening when Na Bora was saying good byes to Woon-ho... Suddenly some future viewer enters into Bora's body (just after they said their good byes so it's after everything what they wanted to say to eachother!)
And suddenly Na Bora (us viewer) suddenly remember that it's Bora's body and she started Cry harder because she remembered *spoilers* (I'm not writing because what if someone accidentally reads it and want to k*ll me so lol!) she cries harder and clings to him tightly! Woon Ho's Train just comes by and Bora just cries and says "Please don't go.... Don't go!" So desperately, Woon Ho gets worried and just looks at her being confused that she was going to say goodbye why she being like this?! {God with my brain could just type this super fast my hands are tired and it's 2:36 am?!}
Bora continues crying and clinging to Woon Ho until his train goes away (idfk how do we say this I'm sorry!) And he's still confused trying to talk to Bora that he needs to leave!
After he missed his train and Bora was still crying he says "I'm not going! See?"
"Now tell me what happened!" And Bora says " I'm not Bora!" (HEHAHA twist!) "I'm someone from future! And I know Bora and You!" She says while still crying, Woon Ho laughs and says "Sure you do!"
Bora (us viewer) cries harder! "Okay then! But please don't go.... I really don't wanna lose you!" He tries to calm down Bora ,
after some minutes Bora (us) Suddenly remembered that we are in kdrama .
"Wait!" (Us) Bora said "You look very handsome and pretty!" Saying while still crying (because I cried while imagining this so we are still crying booo if anyone didn't!)
"And what about me?!" We just goes around wherever's reflections can be seen
"Oh I she looks so red after crying!" While looking at Bora's reflection (it's us in Bora's body gah damn it!) and suddenly smiles at herself cause she wants Bora's smile too! "Haha ! That was silly!"
And remembers Woon Ho is looking at everything and is still confused!
"Well Mr. I want you to go and enjoy your life with your little brother but..." Suddenly brokes in cryter (the f is that?!) I mean in Tears "Please don't leave right now!! Because *spoilers spoilers* "
Woon Ho is still confused "Okay okay ! I won't go! Now stop crying!"
Bora "All right!"
He hugs Bora and she faints (bro had out of the body experiance)
After she wakes up Woon Ho doesn't says much just tells her that He'll just stay Korea for few more years and also this one "Bora if you would like to marry me I just dreamed of how our kid will going to be !"
(he thought us as his future kid!! Bhaha! I'm just like this and I'm less sad so ..... *Awkwardly looking at screen* I'm leaving it over here! Wish I could post it on wataped or something like that so anyone could've read this but idk so lol I'll just leave it here bye!)
#kdrama#20th century girl#wattpad#long reads#2am thoughts#sobs and cries#cringe#i am cringe but i am free
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K*ll The Witch
Cold winds blew from the north signaling that the season of winter is coming. Two bodies lay at the center of the wide field with everything around them burnt as a result of their recent battle. The winds blew a shy kiss on a girl's face and after a short second her eyes fluttered open, showing orbs blue as the sea, she tried to recall everything that happened before and scanned her surroundings. She quickly rose to her feet as her hands registered the feeling of crispy hard grass as if it was burned.
The clouds darkened the rain heavily fell as if trying to heal the wake of destruction, the stench of moist ground filled her nose but she whipped her head and saw a body of an older woman lying flat on her stomach opposite to her direction, dark red hair pooling around her face. Mariposa, as she recalled her name approached the lying body and tucked a hair behind the ear for she might recognize a face but recognized a familiar smile on the dead woman's face.
"Sweet dreams, mother."
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18 years ago, Town of Heiwa, 1:30 am
It was late midnight; a woman can be seen running away from the faint glow of torches hidden behind the trees towards a dimly illuminated town with a bundle in her arms. Loud hoots from an owl perched accompanied by the silence of the forest gave an aura of eeriness but the woman in black cloak payed no mind and continued running, soon followed by a pack of dogs barking and a horde of people with pitchforks and lit torches.
At last, after an hour and a half of escape, the woman finally reached her destination. Feeling the cold of the night and with her body numb from running, she held her chest to inhale and exhale air before knocking on a dark spruce door of a mansion situated in the southwest corner of the town. She patiently waited until she heard footsteps approaching the door, the woman looked down to the bundle she's carrying as tears stained her face.
"Morgenfrue?", The door opened and she heard a soft tired voice call out her name. Morgenfrue looked up to see a woman in her twenties, dressed in a long dark red sleepwear made of silk with lace trimmings.
"Sophia", Morgenfrue breathe out in relief and urge her to the bundle in her arms in which the other woman looked back with confusion.
"As my best friend, I trust you in taking care of my daughter.....Please, I don't have much time" The cloaked woman pleaded with urgency in her voice. Sophia stood unmoving for a few second before taking the baby wrapped in white in her arms, hugging her close to her bosom. The mother tearfully kissed the forehead of her child who was surprisingly fast asleep and held her tiny hand for a short while before turning around to take her leave.
Near the entrance of the town, Morgenfrue lingered to give one last look at the house where she left her daughter, pain and sadness welled inside her heart as her only happiness was taken away from her. A part of her wanted to go back and take her daughter along her travels but it is to protect her child from her persecutors who branded her as a black witch and sought to burn her. If only they would understand but as the saying goes, "Ignorance is a bliss" for her it's also a curse.
A promised was made that they will once again be reunited in the future after she has fulfilled her new goal to eradicate the world of its evilness and with that she left the town of Heiwa, the hood of her cloak blown away by the passing winds showing her long dark red hair.
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Present, Town of Heiwa, Fall season
Warm winds of fall passed by, ruffling a few strands of red hair of a girl leaning beside the tree on top of a hill on the outskirts of town. She sighed and looked at the sky.
Mariposa's Point of View
"Another awful day as always" I sighed to myself.
I am known as Lady Mariposa of House Serpiente, eldest daughter of Marcus Serpiente the Captain of the Royal Guards of Heiwa and Sophia Malvagio, one of the wealthiest clan in land. Ever since I was young, my mother never treated me like her own which made me feel inferior to my younger sibling Claudette but even if they treat me like a peasant I will still love them because they are my family, no matter what.
I toyed with my amber colored necklace which the letter "M" is inscribed at the back before shifting my gaze to the West as I felt something amiss in those lands, 'I wonder when that time will come'. Brought up as a lady I was raised to be an excellent wielder of the sword as I was prophesied in my birth to fight and defeat the Crimson Witch yet the way my mother looked at me didn't change and another underlying question is how am I going to fight when I'm weak as a flower? I have nothing against my opponent!
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Mariposa's head perked up when she saw a familiar carriage nearing the entrance of town. She gracefully picked herself up and made a run for it through the second gate.
"Ahh!" She fell on the ground like a doll thrown without care, the man who bumped her scoffed but Mariposa never said anything. Children came to help her up and dust off her dress, she thanked them by giving all four kids a headpat and a smile before taking off in a hurry.
Alas, Mariposa Serpiente was too kind.
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Town of Heiwa, Serpiente Mansion
"How was your trip mother?" the redhead greeted two women inside the wide mansion. One scoffed at her and the older one stared at her up and down before raising an eyebrow.
"Good, fetch us a cup of tea will you?" Mariposa felt bad at the cold reply but followed anyway.
The younger woman with hair as black as her mother plopped on the sofa and sat like a queen, her head high with half her porcelain white face covered with a face, "Make it sweet Mariposa, I don't like things plain like you!" Claudette hurled those words like nothing, shrugging her shoulders like a spoiled child.
Claudette's point of view
I looked at her retreating form, my sister or whatever she is; A tall young lady with long ruby red hair and eyes bright blue as the sea. She was a strong, hardworking, kind and quiet girl who excels in swordsmanship, she never complained nor fought back...which makes it better for me to degrade her. I've always hated her existence, she took everything from me; Father is always doting on her as well as everyone who met her, meanwhile I am just there...I am always under her shadow and it makes me mad. I mean, what is good about her? She's weak, she cannot fight back, she can't wield a sword right not to forget, she's unladylike meanwhile I am good at those things and yet I am still inferior to her.
Only my mother cherishes me, I want to ask her why is that Mariposa is more favored than me but I can't bring myself to say the words. Nevertheless... she's just a weakling and I am strong.
Sophia caught her daughter in a deep thought, sipping her tea as Mariposa served them; Marcus is not around so they are free to put down their masks. She slammed her fist on the table making Mariposa flinch which rocked the contents of the cups she was carrying, the redhead hissed at the contact of hot tea which made Sophia laugh with Claudette pondering if she should join as well, "I'm sorry darling, could you clean that up?" and intentionally spilled her tea.
"This is such an entertainment" Claudette heard her whisper, she expected her sister to fight back but instead she obeyed like a plain boring person as she is.
Sometimes, she questions if Mariposa is even her sister.
Sounds of horses neighing outside their house alerted the ladies that the master of the house has arrived. Mariposa quickly got up and ran towards the door to greet her father by the gate.
She ran across the cobblestone pavement to meet her father who just got out of the carriage. Marcus Serpiente, a tall man in his forties, his auburn hair growing white due to his age. He always carries a calm expression on his face matched with his kind attitude and because of that, he became the role model of his oldest daughter. He thanked the coachman and set his luggage on the ground before welcoming his daughter with open arms.
"Daddy! How are you?" The redhead asked, feeling the warmth of her father's embrace, something she haven't feel for a long while.
"I'm well, just a little tired Mari. The south kingdom requires additional men so I might return after two days" Marcus soothes his daughter's head, "How is your mother and sister? Wait....why do you have a burn in your hand?" He was about to ask about the welfare of his wife until he noticed the burnt mark on her hand and raised it so he can examine.
"It was be-" She withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back.
"Your good daughter burned herself whilst making some tea for the three of us" Sophia appeared behind then and snaked a hand around Mariposa's hand and squeezed it enough for the girl to wince in pain.
"Let's talk inside shall we?" The was shining high in the sky as fall leaves danced along with the wind. Footsteps of horses as well as the low noises of people in the distance filled the background as the family retreated inside their house.
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Later that night
Mariposa found her mother trying to clean the dining table which she rarely does as a maid or herself would fill in the task.
"Mother?"
"What?" Came a cold, uncaring reply. She can only see her mother's ebony black hair and back facing her so she can't see her expressions and has no reason to back-out.
"Am I really your daughter?" Mariposa let go of those words with her lips quivering. After a short pause, she heaved a big sigh and closed her eyes, waiting for an answer.
She felt her mother stop what she is doing and turned around, by the clicking of her heels she's walking towards her.
Sophia saw her daughter's expressions but her cold eyes never changed, her shoulders slouched.
"What made you think that I am not your mother?"
"I- you...seem-
She walked towards the redhead and enveloped her in a hug, making it seem motherly.
"Of course I am your mother! I gave birth to you and gave you a wonderful name.... I'm sorry if I'm always in a terrible mood darling.... it's because of the issues in the clan, always know that.. I love you both because you and Claudette are my pride and joy." Mariposa's eyes brimmed with tears when she heard that single apology, it made her forgive all of the terrible things that her mother has said and done. She tightened her hug cried out her heart while Sophia stayed to comfort her.
She was a fake, a fake to herself, to Mariposa and to her husband, she could've, she could've just left Morgenfrue back then but she can't. That woman's daughter was her leverage to make Marcus stay and marry her. Her best friend? She doesn't care much about it, as long as she gets what she wants, she's willing to do everything.
"Now, now, are your worries gone?" Sophia choose to break the hug first and placed a kiss on top of Mariposa's head, the young girl meekly nods and wiped her tears.
"Thank you mother...I'm okay now" She said with a hint of happiness and relief in her voice, Sophia let out a ladylike laugh, "I'm pleased to hear that..now, I must return upstairs" She raised the skirt of her gown and walked away with urgency.
"Oh, um before you turn in to bed...can you clean this room first?" She requested, referring to the dining room.
"Yes, mother" And with that Sophia left without any care.
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The Next Day, Town of Heiwa, Serpiente Mansion
Clashing of swords sounded in the backyard of the mansion as Marcus chose to spar with his daughter to see if she is ready to face the enemy which she is destined to defeat.
The two ladies can see that Mariposa can't keep up with Marcus as the latter is fast at dodging every attack, swift to parry and to strike while the former's attacks are sloppy, predictable and feeble. With five last consecutive strikes, her sword flew away and Mariposa fell on the soft grass. With her father's sword pointing at her, she tried her last resort which is by forcefully pushing off his sword out of the way and aiming to kick his chest but he threw the sword up and caught her incoming kick just in time as well as catching his falling sword with perfection.
Sophia and Claudette applauded at the mock swordfight infront of them, the former not missing to make a snarky comment, "How can you even fight the Crimson Witch if you can't even beat the Captain of the Royal Guards in a mock battle? Come Claudette, we are late with the theatre performance...Fare thee well!" Sophia closed her fan and went inside with haste Claudette followed after sparing a glance at her sister, her eyes seemed sad.
"Don't mind your mother...you did your best Mari, you're just lacking on something. Don't focus on your anger as it makes you open and vulnerable to the attacks of the enemy, remember he who can't fight his inner demons can't defeat his opponents. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes Dad, I will reflect on what you have told me" Mariposa took his hand held out to help her up. She dusts the part of her clothing that came in contact with the ground and sheath her sword.
"Come on, I have something to show you..."
"Whoa, what is this place..." The redhead trailed in awe before seeing a portrait of a woman that oddly reassembles her.
"This house belongs to my family long before your mother and I are engaged....but this room belonged to the first woman that I have ever loved" Her father traced the face of the woman in the picture. She can sense his longing of her but she refused to ask about it.
"Her name was Morgenfrue....I loved her in the past but due to political issues, I married your mother. Morg was a kind, intelligent and independent woman...she was even great friends with Sophia. Oh how nostalgic were those memories." Marcus gave a small smile with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Mariposa studied her surroundings; books are dust-free in shelves with freshly picked marigold flowers decorated the vase on the table filled with paperworks and a sole portrait of Morgenfrue was situated in the center of the room. She guessed that this is where her father would free himself from the pain and stress inside him.
"Dad? Why are you showing me this?"
"Sometimes you remind me of her, I want you to know about that woman and how she was a significant person in my life so that you won't kill her by anger but by pity...the Crimson Witch was a mask of her old self, full of anger and despise against humanity. I don't know what happened to her but I want you to free her" Marcus made a long pause before finishing his sentence, his gaze softened and looked at Mariposa who seemed like Morgenfrue's carbon copy with a tired smile. He assumed the Gods are playing tricks on his family but at least he got someone to remind him of her everyday so he won't easily let go of life.
"Let's go before your mother and sister gets home" He gave her a pat on the shoulder and escorted Mariposa to the door. Before Marcus could close the door, she saw a particular thing that made her breath hitched, a familiar amber necklace around the woman's neck.
Marcus let go of the messenger crow and turned to the girl behind him who seemed to be curious of what he read, "Ah..the crown calls me back to the South, Mor-the Crimson Witch seems to make her move. Can I count on you to protect your mother and sister while I am gone?"
"Yes you can count on me Dad! Let me help you pack up" Marcus gave a light-hearted laugh and gave her a headpat unlike Claudette who is self-centered and aloof Mariposa clearly wins the personality.
With Marcus gone, Mariposa is left vulnerable against the two ladies of the house who just got home after the theater performance.
Whilst cleaning, Claudette slid in the living room, she didn't say anything to Mariposa and instead bumped her shoulder hard enough to make her drop the linens she's carrying and fall to her knees. Claudette looked at her up and down with a smirk, she shrugged and went on her way. Mariposa was confused at her sister's antics not knowing that it was once again the plan of the demon to make her feel inferior. Shrugging at Claudette's typical attitude mistaking her to be on a bad mood, she went on to ask her mother about the special lady her father is talking about.
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A few minutes later
"Morgenfrue? What about her?" She found their mother in her office, seated on a sofa reading a book. Mariposa twirled the amber necklace with her fingers.
"Um...Father mentioned you three are friends..is-" Mentioning Marcus in the same sentence with Morgenfrue made Sophia's blood boil. The red haired girl forgot to breath when her mother looked at her with dilated purple eyes which made her back away and tremble with fear.
"That woman was long gone! Yet he still remembers her?!" Sophia let a crazed laugh, "I did everything to make him forget!" She paused to laugh again, each laugher becoming more of a lunatic. Mariposa froze in her spot, has her mother gone mad?
"The necklace..." Sophia inclined her head at her daughter with a disturbing smile plastered on her face, her eyes twitching perhaps in anger or perhaps her old jealousy was unearthed. Mariposa, the daughter of the woman her husband first loved. The woman who was her best friend, the woman whose lover she stole for the sake of her own happiness. She designed that political marriage for her own selfishness and Morgenfrue was too kind to notice about her act. Since the other woman was open to her about her interest for magic, she also used that to accuse her of being a witch, turn her into a villain and finally, used her daughter as her own so Marcus would not leave her. She is already in her final steps in erasing Morgenfrue in the face of the world and she would not let anyone destroy her plans.
"Give that necklace to me.."Her voice deepened and became cold as ice, the young lady looked down with fear and clutched the necklace with care.
"Don't make me repeat myself! GIVE THAT NECKLACE TO ME" She lunged to grab the necklace but pushed Mariposa to the nearest bookshelf, books toppled over the redhead in which she tried to protect herself from the impact. Sophia straddled her and brought her hands to the young girl's neck, strangling her like a wild animal trying to kill its prey.
"M-mo...m" Bright blue eyes brimmed with tears with the look of hurt and desperation to be free from the hold around her neck. It was a battle of will and strength, with Sophia trying to pull the necklace off due to her overwhelming desperation and Mariposa trying to stop her from doing so.
Grunts and muffled screams alerted Claudette who was combing her hair in the living room wondering on the whereabouts of her mother and pathetic older sister. She hurriedly tracked where the sounds are coming from and a horrifying scene revealed in front of her eyes, her mother, the one she looks up to, strangling her sister who is crying and looking at her pleading for help.
She made the most reasonable decision that she could think of and tried to pull her mother away, shocked by the immense strength Sophia has that she have to hug her tight and exert full force to pull her away.
When everything has calmed, Mariposa is still cradling herself by the bookshelf, the look of fear and trauma evident on her face, small whimpers and sniffling can be heard as her tears flowed freely. They may not be in good terms but for once Claudette felt pity over Mariposa's state therefore she chose to guide their mother away and let her rest from whatever stress is causing her to act like a crazed animal far from the mother she knew and love.
With their footsteps fading from her ears, Mariposa sighed and clutched her head, letting her weight fall upon the bookshelf, rocking it slightly enough for a book to fall in front of her revealing a letter from a woman named Morgenfrue.
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Fire enveloped a big part of the western town as the Crimson Witch lay her attack against the defenseless citizen. Houses burning, people running amok, her minions taking the life of anyone they want, she liked it all. The sounds of fear and panic, the smell of death! Seeing the people who took part in condemning her suffer brings a sinister smile on her face. Clad in a long red tattered dress with black accents and a pointed black hat on her head, she strode to the center of the town with her head high and her form poised, sparing a glance on the people cowering in the side without actually moving her head.
The Crimson Witch finally stopped at the center of the town and put a hand on her hip, she looked around her surroundings before speaking, "Dear people of the.... hmm I actually forgot since this town is insignificant as its citizens.....no one will come to your rescue as the North and South are also under my attack " She held her own chuckle before opening her eyes, leafy green eyes bore seriousness as she held her head high to look down on them.
"I am Morgenfrue, the Crimson Witch" Dark red colored lips spoke in a slow haunting voice, "You know what I came here for.....give me an answer and I'll spare this forsaken town, not that there's something that still remains intact."
Silence came as a reply, the dark red haired witch narrowed her eyes but soon realized something so she instead rolled her eyes, "I didn't know you all are dumb! HAHA! The answer is already obvious...anyone who can tell me shall be spared!" She raised her proposal.
A young man was confident enough to stand out of the crowd and tell his answer, "It's the oracle right?" Suddenly, the young man's body was levitated and slammed against a nearby wall, "If you know the answer already, why did you not guide me to this oracle...people are such selfish beings, always ready to save one's skin without thinking about its consequences" Morgenfrue sighed, pinching the bridge of her pointed nose.
"Well? Someone to take me to the oracle before I slaughter you all without a second thought!"
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Town of Heiwa, Nighttime
Mariposa read the letter sent by Morgenfrue to her mother in the secret room she was introduced. Dim light of the oil lamp somewhat aided her in reading the letter amidst the darkness.
"My beloved Marcus,
I am pregnant with a baby girl...." She read out aloud the first sentence and finished reading the letter written in pastel yellow paper with a signature that indeed Morgenfrue wrote it but why didn't her father received the letter and was hidden in her mother's office.
"Ohhhh.."
Of course! It made perfect sense to her now...She was never Sophia Malvagio's daughter, instead she was Marcus Serpiente and Morgenfrue offspring. The portrait, the oddly close resemblance, her sister's attitude, the necklace and the way Sophia acted at the slight mention of the Crimson Witches' name..it was all making sense to her. No wonder she felt empty with her 'mother' and 'sister' but not with her father. No wonder she was treated like some poor maid or peasant whenever Marcus is not home.
It hurt her that she smiled bitterly at the thought that all her life she was used and her heart ached knowing that she gave her love, care and trust to the people that was never even her family to begin with. Tears came out of her left eyes, tears that signifies she is hurt, after 18 years of mistreatment she endured it all in the name of love to find out that she was deceived. She continued to hope for love which she now realizes she will never get as well as a happy family.
Mariposa cried bitterly, clutching her heart because of the pain and anger boiling inside of her. She was the perfect daughter, she never fought back, never complained, never once disobeyed but they showed her that the world is dark and one must be careful who to trust.
She walked to the portrait of her mother and caressed her face, "I'm sure you have experienced it too"
Tomorrow, tomorrow...scissors are a need for she will cut some ties.
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The Next Day, Western Town, Oracle's house
"Old hag" Morgenfrue started, long dress swept the floor as black heels walked towards the direction of a short mysterious woman with her white hair and face hidden by a long hood, holding a pink crystal ball in front.
"Crimson Witch" the old woman seated on a pillow cushion uttered in a low, raspy voice.
"You have something I want..." The Crimson Witch breathed, playing with fire in her hands before slowly turning her head to the old woman.
"I want to know the truth"
"I don't trust you"
"Oh?" The redhead chuckled, "Is it your intention not to trust me or it is what the people says? Do you know anything about me?"
"No"
"Then you can't say you don't trust me because you don't know me...Now hurry up before I fry your old wrinkly skin and feed you to my minions!" Her hair danced as if she was Medusa. She was getting impatient, for 18 years she has been searching for this legendary oracle only to find her in the town she least expects to be and now she's stalling her.
"Alright, calm down" The woman sing-songed, calmly assisting the situation and hurriedly grasped the crystal ball lying by her side.
"Crystal ball, tell me, who betrayed me 18 years ago. Who is the cause of this entire plight" The oracle looked at her with narrowed eyes for stealing her moment and sighed.
"It's someone.... close to you...someone you know and love" Morgenfrue's eyes widened not with shock but with anger, the air around the quaint house suddenly became hot.
"Marcus?!
"No, the other"
A heeled foot stomped hard on the floor that startled the inhabitant.
"That's all I need to know"
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Town of Heiwa, Serpiente Mansion, Evening
"How many times would I tell you, I am your mother of course! What are you talking about?" The uneasy smile on her face hints that she is lying in everything she just said.
"Don't lie to me Sophia! You are not deserving to be called my mother!" Mariposa retorts with anger, her eyes flowing with tears while Claudette stood behind the two of them.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Sophia's eyes widened with anger as raised a hand to slap her but Mariposa stopped it mid-way, swinging the letter in front of the other woman's face.
"Shut your mouth you shameless manipulator!" And gave her a slap which she didn't dodge but instead fell on her knees.
"MOTHER!" Claudette ran to her mother's aid and looked up at her sister helplessly, "Why?"
"Ask your manipulative mother, you think she all that kind and graceful? No, She's a demon in disguise!" Claudette shook her head repeatedly; she couldn't believe her ears. Sophia looked at her daughter and caressed her face, "Look at me darling, don't listen to her lies! She's trying to turn you against me!" At this point, she can't think of anything to stop her plans from falling apart. Claudette on the other hand was confused on who to believe.
"I will tell Father" Mariposa trailed off, the ebony haired woman looked at her with disbelief in her eyes, "Tell him that's you're the villain all along!"
"no..No..NO!" Sophia repeatedly shook her head with a desperate look on her face. She grasped her head and mopped her face with her hands, disheveling her hair.
She pushed Claudette away and head for the dining table next to them to take out a knife. Mariposa's breath hitched at the sight of her 'mother' going mad and held a hand to cover her gaping mouth. Sophia lunged at her with a dinner knife holding it like a spear, the redhead only sighed in dismay and flicked away the hand holding the weapon and pushed her back with her palm which she exerts so much force in.
Mariposa gave on last look on Claudette who mouthed her to run as she tended to the fallen woman. The siblings shared one last smile before the older sister sprinted out of the house to follow her father in the South.
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2 hours later in the town of the South, Nighttime
"Did you hear?" People gossiped around the town center as Mariposa passed by mounted on her horse. "The whole cavalry is going to Heiwa" Her eyebrow raised at the mention of her town.
'Heiwa...why would-' She mentally gasped, holding the sheath of her weapon and the reins of her horse.
The entire cavalry is coming there...
Which means her father is coming there too...
Which means-
"I have to go!" She reined her horse to turn around and ran full speed towards the exit back to the road going to Heiwa.
Thoughts ran rampant in her mind like waterfalls, her heart was beating fast inside her chest. Is she strong enough? Has she undergone change? All she knew is that her heart is free from anger and she's ready to fight back.
By the time she arrived in Heiwa, everything is already in flames. Mariposa coughed a few times before reining her horse to move forward, she must find a way to the mansion to save Claudette, even if they are not in good terms she saved her before, now she must return the favor.
Gray clouds enveloped the whole town as fire went wilder than before, people were bumping at each other to save their self from the Crimson Witch's minions and escape the town.
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"Claudette!" With her horse safe somewhere, Mariposa called out in the foggy interior of the mansion and searched inside, coughing in the process with tears brimming in her eyes from the effects of the smoke.
She saw her helplessly stuck under a rubble of bricks in which she tried to get the huge block off of her but doing so made Claudette coughed up more blood.
"No...it's okay"Mariposa can see her sister's smile amidst the darkness who held her hand, "M-Morgenfrue came here and took mom away...I trie- my best to p-protect her" Pink lips quivered due to fatigue, her tired lashes fluttered like a dying butterfly as her breathing became rapid and slow at the same time. "Ma-ri...I'm tired...tell father I love h-him and I-m sorry..for ....being a disappointment...I waited to...tell you...tha..I'm sorry, I-im sorry..pleas...forgi-" She let out her final breaths before her eyelids dropped close, her head hung low and the hand that held hers lost its strength.
"I-I forgive you..." Mariposa's voice broke and covered her face to cry at her loss.
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Creatures with long horns which some calls them demons run rampant in the town of Heiwa, destroying everything they encounter as well as eating anything that moves, it was a horrifying sight but Mariposa had a destiny to fulfill. She fought her way through the demons with the look of determination in her face, slashing and decapitating them which was her first time doing so. Her anger was immeasurable as she tore through the horde like they're some piece of paper, memories of a happy life flashes through her eyes as the town she grew up with became unrecognizable with flames eating the foundations and demons running amok.
Her father came to her aid before a demon could slash open her back, he told her that Morgenfrue took Sophia to the outskirts of town. Mariposa nodded at the direction and with her sword in tow she dashed off, leaving her father to deal with the minions alone before his comrades came to help.
"Save your mother for me!" She heard him say from afar whilst fending for himself.
"I will!" She don't know which mother but she will do everything to save both.
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She found Sophia burning while tied to a stake in the middle of the field outside Heiwa, screaming for help as Morgenfrue circled her like a predator.
"Do you now know what it looks like to be a witch?" The red haired woman taunted and laughed as the other was painfully screaming as her skin was torn by flames, continuously begging for her life.
"YES BEG!" Morgenfrue breathed out with a satisfied smile on her face and her body shaking with excitement, her hands raised infront of her as if she was manifesting the flames to burn faster, "Beg until your skin is dark as charcoal! Scream until your last breath! But I will never forgive you for the pain you have caused me"The witch laughed at her misery.
She spotted Mariposa and snapped her fingers, with one painful shriek, the flames finally consumed Sophia and she vanished into nothing but ashes.
"An observer? Come closer girl"
"My destiny is to defeat you and here I am" Mariposa strides to the witch's direction with her hand ready on her weapon and a cautious eye to observe her surroundings. Dropping her condescending look, Morgenfrue covered her mouth as she let out a laugh, "Hah! Don't tell me you were a victim of illusion!" Disbelief laced her voice but she paused, now that the unknown girl is close and illuminated by the light of the moon, she bears familiarities that Morgenfrue cannot deny, "You seem familiar girl, speak your name"
"Lady Mariposa of House Serpiente, a pleasure to finally meet you...mother" Mariposa proudly spoke and raised her head but Morgenfrue remained defiant, she narrowed her leafy green eyes and chuckled, shaking her head upon realizing her unfortunate fate.
"What a lovely reunion don't you think?" She mused.
"Would you like a cup of tea then?" Her opponent replied, unsheathing her sword, the blade reflecting the light of the moon.
"Such seriousness...you must have taken most of my genes" Fireballs appeared on her palms and shot it to the direction of the other girl in which she dodged the first one and deflected the other.
'Focus, don't let your anger be the master of you' Mariposa lunged to attack her but her blade was met by a dagger, "You thought that witches couldn't carry weapons do you?" With her fast reflexes, Morgenfrue spun around and kicked Mariposa on the abdomen which flicked her away.
Mariposa insists that her training should pay off, that she should win and by that she stood up to engage in a heated swordfight with her mother, swiftly dodging Morgenfrue's dagger and parrying with her sword. Unlike in her old training, her movements were sloppy but now she was focused in her battle and carefully planning her next mov. She was moving like water and just by following her father's footwork and incorporating it on her own, she was able to hold against her opponent while Morgenfrue was at disadvantage due to her weapon but she refuse to surrender and used her magic to aid her offense.
Timeskip
"You lose..." A sharp dagger was inches close to her neck, with Morgenfrue behind her, there is nowhere to run. Just like her training with her father, she failed in defeating her mother.
"No." Her elbow forcefully hit a part of her opponent's body causing Morgenfrue to lose her hold on her weapon which made a shallow wound on her neck but it was a small price to pay, Mariposa quickly disarmed the Crimson Witch and turned around to hit her with her palms causing her to fly back distances away from the young girl who was noted to excel in martial arts.
Morgenfrue was furious for she was never been in a nearly defeated state, not by her own blood who she loved the most as her cause was all meant for her. The Crimson Witch rose up and levitated in the air, conjuring a magic circle adorned by rose markings which her redhead daughter noticed and was quick to form her defensive stance but she was sure to win this time.
"I can kill you without any regret!" The witch yelled, extending her hand as the magic circle grew bright as dozens of fireballs burst free, targeting a sole girl holding a lame sword to her defense. Morgenfrue smiled with satisfaction as her eyes reflected the color of the flames circling in front as they attacked their target one by one, forcing back foreign emotions aside from anger to well inside her heart.
Grass burned at the wake of the explosion while Mariposa lay on her stomach, bruises and burns decorated her skin with her sword nowhere to be found.
"My, my, what an awkward situation. The 'hero' of Heiwa knocked out after a small battle" Morgenfrue sarcastically remarked while walking towards her menacingly, pulling out a sharp dagger to strike her down but paused before she could make her next move.
Her eyes widened and a gasp escaped her red lips, those lips quivered and her body shook at the sight of a familiar smile from her daughter's lips which opened the gate to her old self.
Mariposa slowly stood up from her lying position, holding her left hand which was burned badly, her right eye wincing in pain as she staggered to stand. Her breathing slowed as her eyes was filled with sadness and confusion, dropping her guard at the Crimson Witch in front of her who was shaking while holding a part of her chest where her heart resides.
"How could I forget that smile......Mari, my daughter" She started, tears slowly fell from her eyes which was covered by her dark red hair.
"I fear that this world will worsen if I stay by your side.... I am known as the Crimson Witch and my minions will continue to destroy as long as I live" She held her dagger firmly and moved forward as Mariposa stepped back, shaking her head.
"My darling, I am sorry that we turned out this way.... if only fate was kind to us...I have no words to serve as your guide but I hope that you will live happily after this. You are always in my thoughts and I never stopped thinking about the day we would finally meet." She gently took Mariposa's hand and laced it around the handle before pointing the weapon to her heart, "I'm sorry.... I can't give you a happy memory of us together but know this that I will always be by your side" Morgenfrue's leafy green eyes softened as she caressed her daughter's cheek in which she leaned to her mother's touch with a look as if she was about to cry.
Mariposa's body trembled as her hand went cold, her heartbeat vibrated against her ribcage, her ocean blue eyes brimmed with tears knowing that another person close to her will leave her again. She closed her eyes as tears finally flowed with her lips parted open but she cannot find a word to say, "Thank you for this chance to meet and know that my daughter has grown into a strong, beautiful woman...I am proud of you Mari....you had it rough on your part but I'm sure you have met people who cared about you and cherishes you every day...be happy my little butterfly." Morgenfrue calmly closed her eyes, waiting for her death to come.
"I'm sorry...mother" She pushed the dagger forward, penetrating her mother's chest, drawing blood until the blade sunk deep into her heart. The Crimson Witch smiled, her role is over and she was finally free, free as a bird away from pain and deception of this world. All she could think about was a place where she, Marcus and their daughter happily talking around a dinner table, sharing all kinds of interesting stories of how their day went.
'Oh how wonderful it could have been.'
"Y-you h-have.....yo...ur fa..ther's eyes....."With that Morgenfrue's body became limp and collapsed to the ground, leaving Mariposa in a trance with her eyes seemingly lost its color, she witnessed a series of happening on this particular day which made her feel empty and grieving inside. But in this case, she retrieved the dagger from her mother's chest, leaving her lying on the ground while she took a few steps away before collapsing due to the trauma she felt and the fatigue weighing her body down.
At last she finally killed the witch.
She was named Mariposa, a butterfly, a harbinger of change, hope and rebirth. She was her butterfly, her guide to rebirth.
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DBH part 10
Character references: C: Chance, Fa: Fabian (one of C’s friends & an actor from Na’s favorite show), Na: Naomi (K & J's daughter), Br: Chatty/Bratty (N's & Ct's Daughter, but bratty fits her way better if you ask me lol), Mel: Melody (Fa's girlfriend), Mi: Mindy (one of Na's friends), Lv: Levi (C's childhood friend & one of the Stanton Grand kids)
'Today no one really stood in Focus of the story so i didn't have a need to color their names'
The group decided to go home. Fa asked Mel if she was alright, worrying that she might have even less self-esteem. He was astonished as she just burst out laughing. If it hadn't have been for the girls and Na's honesty forwards her cousin she probably wouldn't have such a good time.
But unlike Mel, who was having a good time overall, C was peeved. C asked Cl to drive Mi to her home, much to the wild child's displeasure. After dropping her off, C was not sure if he wanted to inform any of the girl's parents, knowing that it would just end in chaos. So he asked Na if she wanted to tell her parents or rather stay around her 'boring' cousin (talking about himself).She chose to stay with him a little while longer. She started to get along with Se since they started to watch the same show.
The next day at N's company
N still was tired from the day before. She was worried about her daughter after not finding her in her room. They wouldn't allow her out after Br met with C. Somehow Ct caught wind of it and grounded her for a week. The teenager didn't take the punishment well. The reason why she was punished? E called her parents after he hung up on his son prior. That's why the 3 of them agreed to keep C and Br separated for a while so things can cool off with these 2.But that didn't stick and she got even more in trouble.
Then some more work stuff yada yada.*Again, I was never a fan of the business nonsense in the novel and I won't make an exception here either. Not like the original made any sense itfp. Just pretend it is something you think would make sense. Or not. After all, they never really made sense in the original. Nor would most of them ever be mentioned again*
After N finished up, all she did was talk with Ct on her phone.Some filler nonsense like they usually do.
At the airport
Bu was standing next to a stranger while he was glaring at his parents. Ct told him that he was himself to blame, while N nudged her husband to tone it down a bit. Br was there as well and gave her brother one last hug before their departure. Br's house arrest was lifted for the day to see her brother off, so he could go to that program St recommended. None of them were happy but they had no choice.
Not long after there were sightings of the Stanton boy leaving the country on a plane. Some comments flew around, saying that they should celebrate and stuff. Ct & N took the top searches down within an hour so not much harm was done for their family.
C and S still found those posts and were mixed with their opinions. S was sad for her friend/cousin but she knew that she shouldn't meddle with things that aren't about herself or her kids.
C just got a feeling of relief. No more nonsense from his step-cousin and much less trauma for the kids in Na's school. Although Lo was still present in class, he hardly had any control over their past victims.
Evening in the Ferguson home
E & S were getting ready for a night out for their anniversary. E had planned a casual dinner and after that movie in a newly opened cinema. S wanted something simple and not anything too flashy, unlike E usually would have wanted. But before they left, C and his 2 little sibs handed them the presents C prepared days before. E was pleasantly surprised that his son remembered his favorite wine. And S loved the bag they gave her. After the 2 finally left, the 3 leaned back and relaxed while watching some movies on their own.
Se & Ll fell asleep/turned off for the night very soon and were snoozing away. C put both on the sofa for them to sleep for the night. As he was about to rest as well, he got a message on his chat. Looking at the name he smiled.
'Can't wait to finally see you tomorrow.' He started to write back.
'Me too, Sandra.'
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— WALKING ON SUNSHINE (k.sw)
summary: everything about your breakup with sunwoo had been amicable. you even still considered him to be a close friend — which was probably a good thing considering neither of you remembered to inform your families of your split. so when a conjoined family holiday is sprung on the both of you as a summer surprise, you have no choice but to act as though nothing had changed.
genre: exes to lovers, fluff, authors terrible attempt at comedy, slow burn
word count: 12.5k
warnings: mentions of food (ice cream in one scene), mentions of alcohol, profanities, reader threatens to k!ll sunwoo a lot (valid), cliche after cliche bc author is in love with sunwoo, not proofread bc elle is Lazy
dt: the wonderful @kurosism because you said you were always excited to see what i post and that melted my heart <\\3 also i will never miss an opportunity to tell you how incredible and kind you are ; and my beloved @seoulbinz for the wonderful header and for putting up w me complaining about writing this for the past week <3
inspired by walking on sunshine by katrina and the waves
“what do you mean sunwoo’s family will be there, too?”
“i mean, sunwoo’s family will be there too.” your mother sighed in exasperation, completely unaware of the look of sheer terror on your face at that moment. “we thought it would be a lovely way to get to know your boyfriend’s family a little better - the kim’s are in full support of it!”
“no – no, there’s no problem.”
except there was. there was one huge, debilitating, unavoidable problem.
sunwoo wasn’t your boyfriend.
he hadn’t been your boyfriend for five months.
apparently, you had forgotten to tell your mother that part.
it hadn’t been something you had deemed urgent, considering the nature of the breakup. there had been no tears, no drama – just a simple hug and a diverted conversation onto the latest marvel show to be released. rushing home to tell the world you were single again wasn’t anywhere near the top of your priority list.
you had intended to tell them at some point. it had just so happened that, by the time you got around to visiting, your brother had conveniently announced he had signed a record deal, and the subject matter had been pushed out of your mind once again. if you had then been distracted by netflix and many drunken adventures with hyunjae… that couldn’t be held against you.
after all, it was starting to seem like you weren’t the only one who had forgotten to mention the breakup.
your mother finished filling you in on the details before hanging up, only half of which you fully took in, but you managed to gather that the trip was somewhere along the lines of a resort holiday on jeju island. knowing your combined families, it would surely be far too expensive, and more of a pageant than a holiday, but you would have time to digest that later.
for now, you had to deal with the raging issue of what the hell you were going to do.
your fingers had never moved as fast as they did when opening your chat with sunwoo, but before you got the chance to even decide on your opening sentence, his caller id flashed brightly across your phone screen. he had received the same message, it seemed.
“so, i guess my summer plans of doing absolutely nothing have to be cancelled.” sunwoo mused before even saying hello. “i can’t believe you forgot to tell your eomma we broke up!”
“excuse me, mr. kim!” you chastised, no real anger in your tone “i’m pretty sure you forgot to mention anything, either.”
a dramatic (expected) gasp from sunwoo had you giggling on the other side of the phone. “you really want me to break my eomma’s heart like that? you’re her favourite child – and she has two actual children!”
“we broke up – i didn’t die.”
“same difference to my mother.”
even in such strange circumstances, it was good to hear sunwoo’s voice. despite your history, you had still missed the boy, not able to find time to see him anymore. your interactions were limited to the occasional text now you weren’t obliged by relationship to hang out. if you were really feeling fancy, you might even reply to his close friends story on instagram with a joke from a few years ago. that had been sufficient enough for the past few years, but hearing his voice over the phone was a small reminder of how much you still cared for him as a friend.
“do we tell them?” you asked quietly, testing the waters of how sunwoo truly felt about the situation.
truthfully, you were more than willing to put on an act for a few weeks in exchange for a free holiday. but the lack of contact with your ex made you unsure whether he would feel the same. for all you knew, there could be someone else in his life now. you doubted he’d want to spend two weeks pretending to be in love with you if that was the case.
“break their hearts and miss out on a free holiday? i thought you knew me better than that.” and perhaps you did, although you hadn’t wanted to get your hopes up.
“so we lie to our families and scrounge off them for thirteen days and then conveniently split up on the final day?” you offered, already planning a million and one ways to put your love of dramatics to good use.
you didn’t have to see sunwoo to be able to picture the shit eating grin probably on his lips at that moment. it was one of his signature expressions. “exactly. the most awkward plane ride home known to man.”
the pause that followed was surprisingly uncomfortable for you could practically hear sunwoo’s brain running at full speed.
“it’ll be nice to see you again, anyway.” he admitted after the pause, such a confession somehow making things more awkward, but that didn’t stop the smile from returning to your face.
“are you sure you want to admit that considering you’ve got to spend fourteen whole days with me?” you giggled, hoping to bring some sense of comfortableness back to the exchange.
you succeeded, for the quiet laugh sunwoo let out was a reward in itself. “i might drown you by day five, we’ll see.”
“i’d be more worried about my brother drowning you.” happy with the dissipated tension, you giggled along. “he still hasn’t forgiven you for beating him at the christmas family quiz last year.”
“younghoon doesn’t scare me.”
younghoon absolutely terrified sunwoo. you could still remember the first time you introduced the two of them, the way sunwoo’s hand clammed up the entire journey there, his constant questions of whether he looked okay, if you thought younghoon would like him.
as it turned out, younghoon loved your boyfriend. so much so that he had taken to bullying the poor boy as a sign of affection. sunwoo loved him back, you were sure, but it didn’t stop him from panicking every time the older of the two turned to look at him.
really, there were too many reasons you couldn’t tell your family about your break up.
“i give you a day before you’re asking me if he really likes you.” you jabbed, hearing the muffled mumbles of complaints come in from the other side of the phone.
“it’s not my fault he’s so tall.”
if the holiday went anything like this phone call, it just might be okay. all you had to do was fake it for two more weeks, and then you could go back to just being casual friends. plus, it wouldn’t be hard to pretend you were in love with sunwoo, as you still loved him – it just happened to be in a more platonic way this time.
if it saved breaking your family’s hearts, just for two more weeks, then you were prepared to do anything at this point.
-
it was painfully embarrassing how long it took you to recognise sunwoo at the airport.
first of all. his hair was pink.
pink. not just a casual peach - it was eye burningly bright pink. and annoyingly so, he looked even hotter than usual.
you knew sunwoo was hot – you dated him for nearly two years, after all, but this was a whole new level of attractive you hadn’t been prepared for. the boy could pull off pink hair, for god’s sake! that was a feat in itself.
“well, i’m definitely not losing you any time soon.” was the first thing out of your mouth, pleasantly greeted by a wide grin on sunwoo’s lips. you had been fairly confident that he wouldn’t make the situation awkward in the first place, but it was always a relief to be proven right.
so why did you feel so breathless right now?
“can’t wait to dye the private pool pink.” sunwoo puffed his cheeks out, then in one swift move, pulled you into a hug. it felt friendly, to you at least. you were sure your family (who were sat idly by the side, observing) would see it as something else – but it was a welcome comfort nonetheless. sunwoo’s strong arms didn’t hold back as he squeezed you against his body, the action followed by the realisation that this was what you were in store for all week.
“if you get pink on my bedsheets you’re sleeping in the pool.”
“please wait until we’re at least at jeju to start the freaky shit.” your brother complained in passing, too quick to be caught by your hand stretching out to hit him.
“that wasn’t even weird, you asshole!” younghoon only winked back at you, skipping happily to join his best friend, chanhee, who had also been invited on the family trip. that alone made you want to cry, for there was no way you were escaping their teasing for the next fortnight.
“younghoon, don’t wind them up. you’re stuck on a plane with them for an hour.” your father scolded his eldest child, prompting you to stick your tongue out in your brother’s direction. you could already see him pulling faces, a welcome victory.
sunwoo shuffled by your side, alerting you back to his presence. “how long until the flight?”
“an hour and a half until the gate opens.” his own mother answered, joining your parents in whatever gossip session they were having, but still finding time to pass her son a soft smile.
an hour and a half to relax before the first two weeks of your acting debut began. or so you thought.
sunwoo, it seemed, had other plans. with a convincing hum of come on, and a firm grip on your hand, your ex boyfriend quite literally dragged you away from your conjoined family and off towards the airport’s food court. you barely even had time to let out a whine before you were appearing in front of the starbucks, and sunwoo’s hand was releasing your own.
“you know we could be spending valuable bonding time with our parents right now?” you complained petulantly.
“and have to pretend for an hour longer than needed that we’re still dating?”
clutching a hand to your chest in feigned hurt, you didn’t care about the stares you’d surely receive as you collapsed into sunwoo’s side dramatically. “wow, say what you really feel.”
“i want coffee. shoot me.” sunwoo shrugged with a grin, receiving a smile from you in response.
he wasted absolutely no time in hopping up to the counter to order whilst you found a high table in the centre of the open drinks court. it was still way too early in the morning to fully function, but you somehow managed to clamber up onto the tall seat and make claim to your resting spot before the hour flight.
most surprising of all was that when sunwoo walked over to your table, he was holding two drinks – one very recognisable as your regular coffee order. he handed it to you as though it was nothing, and you had to resist the urge to point it out as you supposed nothing was all it was. you were going to have to do a lot of reminding yourself that he was your friend now. it was just a friendly gesture. he had remembered your coffee order from all the times you had forced him to order for you over the past few years, that was all.
“we should probably talk about boundaries, i suppose.” sunwoo mumbled after taking the largest (and most annoying) slurp of his iced drink.
“probably.” you grimaced back at him, the sound going straight through you. “this feels so weird.”
“no need for it to be! we’re just two friends… pretending to date… again.” sunwoo seemed to realise just what he was saying mid way through, stopping to pull a face of his own. “okay, yeah it’s weird, but it’s only for two weeks.”
even with the strange air surrounding the both of you, you managed to push out a smile. it always seemed easier around sunwoo. “i don’t really have too many boundaries. just be nice.”
“touching? kissing?”
ah. that was something you hadn’t even considered.
you shuffled in your seat, hoping sunwoo misjudged your antsy habits as tiredness instead of reading into it. “well, we were never really big on the p-d-a anyways, so they won’t get too suspicious if we’re not super clingy.”
“it’d probably be suspicious if we avoided each other for two weeks, though.” sunwoo frowned slightly, eyebrow raising with a type of suspicion that even made you wary of your own thoughts.
it wasn’t like you didn’t mind sunwoo kissing you. you had once been used to it, so an occasional peck ever now and then for two weeks didn’t seem like much of a problem at all. it was more your concern that he would be uncomfortable with it. you knew where you stood, but you weren’t a mind reader.
“you’re welcome to get close when you feel it necessary. and i don't mind a kiss or two.” looking directly at the boy, you saw him staring straight back at you with an unusual type of recognition. one you couldn’t place “you know… just to convince them.”
sunwoo cleared his throat not so subtly. “yeah. to convince them.”
there it was again. the uncomfortable sense of self that overtook the two of you. it was like a brutal reminder of exactly what your relationship was all over again. inbetween moments, it was easy to convince yourself that this was normal, and the two of you were just friends going on holiday – but every now and again came the reminder of who sunwoo was to you.
he was your ex boyfriend. and this was weird.
who could blame you if you found it easier to sit in silence for a moment? sunwoo would restart the conversation once he felt the tension disappear.
“you feeling okay?” and he did just as so.
“hmm?”
“‘bout the plane?” sunwoo paused to take a drink as he let his words sink in, waiting for the recognition to show on your features before he continued. “i know you’re not really a fan of flying.”
it was true – probably even an understatement. flying terrified you, hence why you usually avoided such a thing. in any other situation, you would have found a way around it, but the last thing you wanted was to tell your mother your true worries after all the effort she had put into planning. “i’m nervous, but at least it’s only an hour.”
sunwoo nodded along, clearly vividly remembering your trip to japan for your one year anniversary, in which you spent half the plane ride wanting to cry, and the other half fast asleep from the exhaustion the fear had brought you. “you’re welcome to hold my hand if you need.”
he gave you a classic smile. one of those you had grown to adore over the time you had known him, a simple reminder that he meant it – that you would be okay as long as you were by his side. funnily enough you always believed him.
so, if you held sunwoo’s hand tighter than necessary during take off – then that was a secret between the two of you.
-
whilst day one had been full of greetings and laughter; a few hours to unpack followed by a chaotic group meal with both families, day two brought around the start of the relaxing part of the holiday.
everything so far had been hectic enough to stop you from overthinking. you had landed at jeju, been escorted by a very suave man to an insanely expensive resort, shown your incredibly expensive room, and whisked away for a far too classy meal. it had been one whirlwind and then another, so much so that you had even put your socks in your t-shirt draw in your rush.
the prospect of lounging around the pool seemed almost euphoric after the mind-boggle of the first day.
the biggest problem was that now, you had time to think. too much time, infact, to the point you were starting to feel guilty for coming on this entire trip in the first place.
your parents had paid for a private resort, with five star service and a view of the beach from all your rooms. there was a private pool, a gym in the basement, and a dining room just next door with the most exhilarating seafood platters you had seen in your life.
and you weren’t even dating sunwoo.
deep down, you knew there was no reason to feel guilty. your parents had booked the holiday because they wanted to, not purely for the sake of you and your ex, but the prospect of having to break their hearts all over again at the end of the holiday was what made you feel bad. you didn’t want them to think back on this trip and have it clouded by drama.
plus, looking across the poolside where you sat to see your father in a deep discussion with sunwoo’s own dad was too much to bear. you only hoped your news of a breakup wouldn’t ruin their freshly blossoming friendship.
once you noticed the telltale signs of your brain wandering off once more, you buried your nose back in the book for an easy distraction. you weren’t far off from needing to add more sunscreen, but you could last another chapter.
not that you would ever get that far.
“when did you become a bookworm?” came sunwoo’s grainy voice, telling that he had just woken up (at one in the afternoon, nevertheless, but what else were holidays for?).
“since i was like, seven.” you grumbled in response, looking up to greet the boy but being met by his silhouette and the blazing sun instead.
sunwoo noticed you squinting, gently reaching out and pushing your sunglasses from the top of your head so that they covered your eyes. it was a simple action, but in the corner of your eye you could see your mother’s cooing at the both of you.
“i’ve never seen you read before.”
you couldn’t help but scoff “yeah, because you’re an attention whore and wouldn’t let me focus.”
sunwoo only made a sound of agreement, shrugging as he flopped down (ungracefully, you had to add) on the lounger next to you “sounds like me.”
humming, you returned to your book, thinking that was the end of that conversation. you really should have known sunwoo better.
it took all of thirty seconds before the pink haired boy began poking your arm from the lounger. you had half a mind to get up and move away from him, but stubbornly weren’t ready to give in. sunwoo only took that as a sign he was winning, reaching over until he could poke at your thigh instead.
a pathetic attempt to kick him off only made him whine, getting more annoying in turn, and you were suddenly reminded that this was day two. you loved him indeed, but murder was starting to seem ten times more likely by the end of this holiday.
“this is exactly what i meant when i said you’re an attention whore.” you murmed, trying not to look up from your book, but failing all in the same second.
“i have absolutely no shame.”
“y/n! sunwoo!” chanhee’s voice rang out, saving you in the moment. you looked to the doorway back into the resort to see your brothers best friend stood with a towel over his shoulder. his vibrantly blue hair hadn’t been as shocking to you as sunwoo’s pink as you were fairly used to him sat in your parents bathroom at two in the morning getting younghoon to play hairdresser. “we’re going to go play volleyball on the beach if you wanted to come?”
“well, i’m going to play volleyball. chanhee’s going to give it his best go.” younghoon appeared from behind his best friend in the doorway, narrowly avoiding chanhee’s flying arm as he grabbed his beach bag from a nearby chair.
glancing over at sunwoo, you could practically see the divide on his features. he clearly wanted to go, but mr. younghoon doesn’t scare me was seemingly terrified of spending time with your older brother.
“i will kick your ass kim younghoon.” you effectively made the decision for him, discarding your book (after marking your place, of course) and jumping to your feet. sunwoo followed, only seeming partially hesitant now you had shown your enthusiasm.
younghoon laughed, already leading the group down the pathway that led to the beach. you barely had enough time to grab your own towel, pleasantly surprised to see sunwoo had already grabbed you a spare bottle of water as you followed. “i’ve seen you try to play volleyball before, i’m not scared.”
truthfully, this match would just be younghoon versus sunwoo, and both you and chanhee were very much aware of this. younghoon had the height advantage, and sunwoo had the athletic ability, but having a minor chance at beating your brother in something meant that competing was definitely worth it.
the volleyball net was luckily unoccupied. the resort’s private section of the beach being, in itself, surprisingly empty today. this probably had something to do with the extortionate prices of the rooms here, but you certainly weren’t complaining about it being practically empty minus a few families.
younghoon and chanhee took their positions on the other side of the net to you, taking just a moment to discuss a sort of strategy. you thought you should probably do the same with sunwoo, but only one thing really came to mind.
“you know i’m absolutely horrendous at beach volleyball, right?”
sunwoo actually snorted “you think you can handle being at the front?”
“handle is a bold word, but i can give it a go.”
and give it a go you did. so much so that you were embarrassed to admit just how much sand you ate. as expected, sunwoo and younghoon both excelled in their roles, to the point you and chanhee had taken to playing a dramatic game of rock paper scissors through the net.
on the few occasions you were called upon to hit the ball, you either made such a genius move to the point that sunwoo screamed and hugged you, or hit the ball far enough away that a family’s dog began to chase it down the beach. there was a fifty percent chance you were going to cause someone an injury, but that was better than you expected.
as it turned out, you ended up with the most important shot of the game. you had conveniently looked up just in time to see the ball coming towards you, hitting it back over chanhee’s head and catching younghoon off guard to make your team reach the target score. sunwoo hugged you tighter than before as a result, but the most satisfying part was watching younghoon turn sour as a result of losing.
“you’re a big baby.” you could hear chanhee prod, holding in a laugh as your brother muttered about unfairness and advantages. younghoon mumbled something in response which you couldn’t hear, but it didn’t stop the giggle that escaped your throat.
“i’m all sweaty now.” sunwoo spoke to no one in particular, but your reaction had been almost instantaneous. up until then, you had latched onto his side, a small amount of skinship (or a lot, considering your ex was in the smallest tank top known to man) that would back up the act of your relationship. but this didn’t stop you pushing him away after the admittance.
sunwoo only laughed at this, doing his best to follow your movement and hug you again. “kim sunwoo i will kill you i swear!”
“return his body! i want to laugh at him!” younghoon shouted over at the two of you as you wrestled amongst the sand.
you had just managed to get out of his path when sunwoo grabbed your hand, tugging you firmly until the sand moved below your feet and you fell straight forward. he tucked an arm around your waist easily, stopping you from slamming onto the sand, but you didn’t even care for the action, more focused on getting his self-confessed sweaty body away from you.
“you are so disgusting!” you squealed, kicking your feet in the sand in annoyance once he decidedly flopped on top of you. “i will literally break up with you!”
“can’t do that if we're not even dating.”
you gasped quietly, shoving at his shoulder once more as you lowered to a whisper “younghoon doesn’t know!”
instead of the terrified face you had expected, sunwoo only burst into laughter and rolled off of you to the side. it was then that you became painfully aware of the sand sticking to your own body, the feeling unpleasant, but the least of your worries right now.
“he’s gone, you idiot.” sunwoo chuckled to himself, chest only heaving further as you tilted your head backwards to see that, indeed, younghoon and chanhee were nowhere to be seen. chanhee had clearly escorted your sulking brother back to the resort whilst you had been battling your teammate. “come on. let’s wash the sand off in the sea.”
“fine.” you happily took the hand he offered to pull yourself to a stand, not thinking twice about it. “if there’s fish, i’m letting them eat you.”
“we’re literally in the sea, of course there’s going to be fish.” sunwoo’s hand slipped down yours, but never left it completely. instead, he let his pinky finger intertwine with yours, an action he always did when you were dating, but didn’t seem to realise he was doing once again. selfishly, you daren’t make him aware either, happy to indulge in your first pieces of physical contact since your breakup those months prior. “also what is it with you and threatening to hurt me lately?”
you hummed, shrugging as you began to walk out into the water. it was cold, but not unwelcome considering the blazing sun battling down on your bodies. “i’ve got four missing months of threats to make up for.”
“touché. how did you ever survive without me?”
“i had to direct all my anger towards eric. but then i felt bad every time he bought me lunch.”
sunwoo stopped once the water reached his waist, the level coming higher on your own body. he dropped your hand finally, and you simply put the action down to him ceasing movement. if it had been in response to a certain boy’s name – well, then that was only for sunwoo to know.
“you and eric are speaking again?” he asked quietly, and you knew why he was so hesitant.
prior to meeting sunwoo, eric had been your best friend for over a year. the two of you were practically inseparable until you started dating sunwoo. after that, eric became distant, avoiding you when you were with your boyfriend all together, no matter how much you insisted that the two of them would get on.
as it turned out, eric had apparently been harbouring a crush on you for years. his sudden avoidance of you made you confront him one day, finding out about his secret in the process. you didn’t know exactly why he had backed off until your breakup, when eric had turned up to apologise, completely unaware you and sunwoo had broken up only hours prior.
“yeah, we made up. turns out he only backed off because he didn’t want to make us uncomfortable.” you couldn’t help but absentmindedly touch the water with your fingertips as you spoke, sunwoo following the movement closely. “he’s happy now, i think. dating someone in his calculus class.”
“i’m happy for him.” sunwoo didn’t sound completely convinced in his own words, but you daren’t question it. the last thing you wanted was to completely shatter the mood once again.
this was one of those moments where your brain amazed you. you didn’t want it to turn awkward, and yet instead of continuing conversation like a normal human being, the only solution you could come up with in the moment was splashing your ex boyfriend straight in the chest. the physical effect was immediate, his tank top sticking right to his body (and you weren’t looking at the way it hugged his figure), but the mental processing took a little longer.
sunwoo blinked at you once, and then twice. then three, four times, repeatedly until what you had just done hit him. then, all at once, he attacked.
no mercy was shown.
“hope the fish enjoy their dinner.” was the only warning he gave before his hands were on your shoulders, pushing you backwards until your body slammed against the water and you went under.
worse still, the scream you let out was so ill-timed that instead of inhaling air, you inhaled a hefty mouthful of salt water. it was a good job you managed to close your eyes in time, but that barely mattered coupled with your under water sputtering. you were lucky you didn’t swallow a fish at this point.
once you surfaced again, hair now flat to your face and expression less than impressed, sunwoo couldn’t hold his laughter in. he nearly doubled over with amusement, which in turn only made you frown more, and the process repeated itself.
“yeah yeah, laugh it up.” you splashed him again, but with no real malice behind the action. sunwoo didn’t retaliate either, far too occupied laughing his heart out over your new appearance.
sunwoo barely managed to calm down enough to get his words out, “that certainly washed all the sand off.”
“hurry up and get washed off, you ass.” you grumbled “i desperately need a drink.”
“i think you need a towel first.”
“now listen here you little–”
-
the first time sunwoo kissed you again, you tried not to think twice about it.
it was only day five when it happened, a tiny, insignificant part of your day that you weren’t yet ready to process.
whilst the volleyball games and tanning sessions had been wonderful, your families had insisted that part of the holiday be spent exploring, too. although your mother’s idea of exploring was searching for every handbag she could find in a local market.
ulterior motives aside, you had to admit it was turning into a fun day out. the market had a bigger selection of handmade gifts than you had given it credit for, and along the way you had even managed to pick up a few gifts for your friends back home. notably, the most out of shape plant pot in existence, but you couldn’t leave it behind. if anything, it’s irregularities gave it character.
somewhere along the line, younghoon decided to layer as many silk scarves over chanhee’s shoulders as he could, their laughter echoing through the market space and infectious enough that soon, half of your group were in a battle about who could find the most unusual clothing item. you definitely annoyed a few of the stall owners, but it was worth it to see the proud look on sunwoo’s face when he stepped out of a booth in a pink tutu adorned with tiny embroidered pigs trapped in the mesh. he would’ve won the competition too, had his own father not found a t-shirt made from newspaper cuttings of lee byunghun’s face.
the only prize from the competition was bragging rights, but sunwoo’s father, kind as ever, decided that the commiseration prize was ice cream, and none of your group would have ever turned down free snacks. especially after seeing the wide range of flavours available.
“i don’t think i’ve had that much fun since i was a teen!” your mother exclaimed rather dramatically as you sat around two sets of benches with the sweet treat.
“i’d like to think our wedding was pretty fun, darling.” came the counter from your father, sunwoo’s parents chuckling along with them, exchanging their own memories of marriages and celebrations.
“i bet the next family wedding will be y/n.” the not so subtle way sunwoo choked on his ice cream was a perfect example of how you felt.
the only thing you could do was chuckle nervously. “we’re way too young for marriage, eomma.”
“age doesn’t mean a thing,” sunwoo’s mother smiled at you, gaze kind and completely unaware of exactly why the comment horrified you, “we got married when we were eighteen, and look at us now!”
“unless sunwoo has any plans to propose, i have no plans to get married.” was your measly attempt to get your family to drop the topic.
your mother, it seemed, was having none of it, asking “so you wouldn’t be opposed to marriage?” at the same time as sunwoo whined “who says i have to be the one to propose?”
you chose to fixate on the latter, shooting sunwoo a glare that practically screamed shut up. you should have known you’d be met by his usual mischievous grin, and absolutely zero intentions to help rescue you from the situation. he was showing by the second that he was a much better actor than you were.
sunwoo raised an eyebrow as he waited for your response. “because… you know.”
“what if i want you to get down on one knee?” he teased, completely immune to the sheer terror you were experiencing.
“oh my god, no one is getting down on one knee-”
“personally, i’m a little offended you’ve ruled out the possibility of me getting married first.” younghoon pouted, prompting a glorious snort from his best friend, who had just happened to be taking a sip of water at that moment.
“your parents are going to have to pay someone to marry you, at this point.” chanhee giggled to himself. you weren’t watching the duo, but you could hear the sound of a (light) slap, followed by the mumbled bickering you were very much used to between your brother and his friend.
“at least i want to get married, unlike someone.” younghoon turned his attention back to you, playful and goading, but enough to have you spluttering.
“i– it’s not… i mean… marriage. you know.”
sunwoo was the one to stop your murmuring, fully aware of the way all eyes had fallen on the two of you and the anxiety it would surely cause. instead of saying anything to draw further attention, he only took your hand in his, placing them on top of the table. the contact was just enough to satisfy your nerves, the comforting squeeze he gave it being just enough to reassure you that you hadn’t messed things up. it could be played off as nervousness; you hoped, at least.
“how did you and younghoon meet, chanhee?” sunwoo’s mother asked kindly, directing everyone’s attention away from you.
you were grateful for the space to breathe as chanhee rambled on about high school and library books, far too aware of how close you were to blowing your cover. you hadn’t meant to panic, but the topic of marriage was one terrifying thing in itself, let alone when the groom in contention was sitting right next to you as your ex lover.
it passed, eventually, sunwoo’s hand in yours just enough to make up for his teasing from before, and you were able to focus in on chanhee’s story for a moment. not that hearing about your older brother’s high school days was much better.
despite the new conversation, you couldn’t help but notice the way your father stared at you for that prolonged moment, eyes dropping down to your hands. sunwoo, it seemed, noticed it too, attempting to subtly grip your hand firmer until your satisfied father turned away.
that was when the kiss came. you knew it was for the sake of replacing the fallen beam in your act, but the naturalness to the action still terrified you.
“hey, you have some ice cream,” sunwoo had started, quiet enough to seem secret, but still surely heard by the rest of your party. he turned you head with his hand until you were looking at him, but his own gaze was focused elsewhere. with one swift swipe, he used his thumb to wipe some ice cream residue you hadn’t even noticed off of the corner of your lips, “here.”
if you weren’t aware of the performance the two of you were putting on, your heart might have fluttered. hell, it still did, even with the script in the back of your mind. it was only made worse when sunwoo leant forward, completely aware the audience were watching, to capture your lips ever so briefly.
the angle was enough to spare you a full on kiss, but the peck was still enough to make your stomach twist slightly. it was an intrinsic reaction to your ex boyfriend, way too used to feeling nervous around him, but it didn’t stop the lump from appearing in your throat. for just a moment, it was like nothing had changed. looking into sunwoo’s eyes was just enough to let yourself get lost in the fantasy. it was, after all, a classic sunwoo move. especially when he knew the oohs and ahhs from his family would follow.
satisfied with his display, sunwoo sat back, acting as though bashful to be caught in such an act of affection. you could only force yourself to follow his lead. you weren’t about to let yourself be the weak link, after all.
you expected that jittery feeling to linger for only a second. then disappear as quickly as it came. but it didn’t. it made itself known as you finished the rest of your ice cream, and as sunwoo took your hand back in his. it stayed all throughout the walk back to the hotel room, and barely left when you made your way back down to the beach.
when most of the day had passed, and you still couldn’t shake the butterflies, you could only do one thing.
ignore it.
so, you locked that emotion in the tiny box in your brain – the one with the big red sign that screamed DO NOT THINK, and then you moved on.
or at least, you tried to.
perhaps it was just your sudden awareness of how much you longed for physical contact. that was the only reason you could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours. you had kissed him a million times before, after all. hell, you had done more than just a simple peck over two years. there was no way such a small action had you overthinking this much.
it was just that it felt so natural. had you not been painfully aware of your predicament, it would have felt like sunwoo meant the kiss. but that was a stupid thought all together. sunwoo was playing his part, and you should be doing the same.
it certainly didn’t help that his eyes sparkled in the sunlight whenever he laughed. or that he kept making a point throughout the day to refill your water bottle whenever it found itself empty. or that he still looked beautiful when fast asleep on his side of your shared bed. and there was absolutely no way you could escape him.
you would be lucky to survive the holiday with any room left over in that little box in your mind.
-
as it turned out, family holidays when the children reached adulthood were one giant excuse for the parents to get drunk and not have to worry.
you knew sunwoo had a low tolerance (chanhee too, if younghoon’s stories of university were anything to go by), meaning you were actually impressed that both sets of your parents managed to tap out before any of you. or rather, were forced to withdraw.
sunwoo’s mother’s tolerance was actually impressively low, just a few sips of her husband's wine, and she was giggling all over the place. and your father wasn’t far behind. younghoon had aptly called it ‘car crash tv’ at one stage, and watching four grown adults giggling amongst themselves about something that definitely wasn’t that funny seemed to fit that description perfectly.
“i can’t believe i’m only tipsy, and they’re wasted.” sunwoo had even commented at one point, younghoon patting him on the back in sympathy.
“that’s because you’ve only had half a glass of wine. you and chanhee aren’t allowed anymore.” younghoon scolded, only half serious, but the return of sunwoo’s scared-of-younghoon face was definitely worth it.
“hoon, y/n. i’m pretty sure your mother is about to leave her husband for the waiter.” chanhee suddenly giggled, leaning his head on sunwoo’s shoulder.
“oh my god – eomma, he’s still in university, please leave the poor kid alone–” younghoon huffed as he ran over to apologise profusely to the young server who had seemingly been stuck talking to your families for way longer than his contract would have stated.
you could only giggle at the sight, happy that everyone seemed to be getting on so well, whether they were drunk out of their minds or not. you had no doubts it would only be a matter of minutes before you were walking them back from the restaurant to the resort, but the giggles it would bring would certainly be worth taking care of your drunken parents.
the intention of the holiday, in your mothers own words, had been to get to know sunwoo’s family better. there was no better bonding experience than wine, it seemed, and who were you to say no to them having fun? you were certainly glad, however, that neither younghoon or yourself had picked up your family’s awful tolerance.
“okay, bed time.” you heard younghoon chastise again, doing the best that he could to all-but lift your father from his chair.
“love, i think we’re being grounded.” your father had only giggled to himself, making the others erupt in another round of laughter.
you stood up to join them, choosing to be helpful and link your mother’s arm, as sunwoo and chanhee copied you with his own parents. it was certainly a task to get them up from the table, and you were more than glad the tab would be charged automatically to your card, as there was no way you would be able to face the waiters your parents had already traumatised. plus, if the way your mother was latching onto your arm was anything to go by, you had about five minutes until she fell asleep standing up.
getting them back to their rooms was another task entirely, more about wrangling a bunch of overgrown children than actually walking. everything that sparkled, or resembled an animal in any way (including a potted plant your mother was especially enamoured by) was cause enough to stop and coo until they were perfectly satisfied.
somewhere along the journey (the literal five minute route it was meant to take you to get back to the hotel), they had all broken free from your grasp and managed to regroup with more laughter. it was certainly a good job you were in an enclosed and safe area, otherwise they would definitely be a flight risk. still, their regroup left the opportunity for the four of you to cling to each other as well.
you practically mimicked the adults, younghoon and chanhee walking ahead, the latter with his arm hooked lightly through your brother's arm. they were talking about something animatedly, still stopping occasionally to check that your parents hadn’t ran away, but were otherwise engaged with whatever they were discussing.
you envied their friendship sometimes. you had a lot of wonderful friends, one’s who you were sure loved you very much, but there had always been something special about chanhee. not just in the way they cared for each other, but also how chanhee cared for the rest of the people younghoon knew. you were a few years younger than him when he met you in his teenage years, but not once had you ever felt unwanted, or spoken down to. he had always made it his mission to fit into your little family, and even now, you felt incomplete without him. you could only hope one day you’d have a friend like that.
sunwoo, it seemed, was that for you. except sunwoo wasn’t who they thought he was, not anymore.
the way he held your hand gently as you walked back to the resort made you delusional enough to forget that. just for a second.
even when you reached the glass doors that led to inside your parents’ rooms, bidding them goodnight and sweet dreams, he didn’t let your hand go. he kept you close by his side, thumb subconsciously running over your knuckle, holding you just close enough that your lower arms brushed together with every light movement.
it was all for show, you had to remind yourself. he was doing this to further your little lie you had created, and the second your parents turned away, he’d drop your hand once more and pretend nothing happened.
but he didn’t.
he didn’t drop your hand when your parents said goodnight, and he didn’t drop it when younghoon and chanhee said their own goodbyes. he didn’t drop it when you walked back outside and around the courtyard and headed back towards the pool and the glass doors that led to your own room. he only let go once you passed the pool, stopping suddenly to turn and face you.
instead of moving backwards like you had expected, he took a step forward, arms falling around your own frame in a firm, but surprising hug. so surprising that you didn’t register for a moment, confused by the sudden affection, especially when out of sight of your families.
you could only put the action down to the glass of wine he had consumed, the same one that had tinted his cheeks red. or maybe, he was itching just as much for physical contact as you had been.
you should have really known sunwoo better than that.
his true intentions became clearer within five seconds, his arms moving from around your waist to hook under your arms, lifting you up off of your feet.
there was no point wrapping your legs around his waist. you knew exactly what was coming.
it was inevitable no matter what, but you still pathetically protested: “if you throw me in the pool, so help me kim sunwoo, it will be the last thing you do.”
sunwoo hummed, tucking his head over your shoulder as he walked you to what you knew was the edge of said pool. the one you were certain you would be in within seconds. “sorry what was that? i couldn’t hear you over my plans to throw you in the pool!”
true to his word (and your suspicions), he did just that. it took a little more effort, the angle he was carrying you at coupled with your half-hearted attempts to escape making the toss difficult, but you still hit the water nonetheless. most disappointingly, you hadn’t even managed to pull him in with you.
and the water was cold. it was no longer the glorious refresher from the lunchtime sun, but a night-time ice bucket that you could only flail around in until your feet found the ground once again.
your outfit was certainly ruined – it wasn’t like it was the best one you brought, or anything. not at all. and your shoes wouldn’t be in a better state, but you almost couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad. sunwoo laughed and laughed, expecting your incoherent shouts and face of disgust, but none of that came.
not one ounce of annoyance came over you.
because it was then, as you looked up at his figure standing on the poolside, the moonlight outlining his figure and his laugh ringing through the otherwise still air that you realised. every little niggling emotion you had felt over the past week made sense and every thought aligned all at once.
you were still in love with kim sunwoo.
truthfully, you didn’t think you had ever fallen out of love with him.
maybe you didn’t even know at the time. maybe you really thought that you were happy with the break up, that you would be content on your own. you had spent four months convincing yourself that it was okay, so much so that you had tricked your own brain into believing those lies.
perhaps, all you needed was a chance to fall in love all over again. a reminder of why you adored the boy standing in front of you so much.
if the realisation had hit you whilst freezing to death in the pool he threw you in, then that was just a minor inconvenience. the feeling itself was enough to warm you, the boxy smile that never left his face only making the butterflies in your stomach crash into each other once again.
“i’m sorry.” he giggled, mistaking your silence for frustration, but he wasn’t sorry. and you were glad he wasn’t, because suddenly everything make sense.
new problems would come along soon, you were sure of that, so for five more minutes you’d allow yourself to bask in the feeling.
all through him helping you out of the pool you let yourself focus on the feeling of his hand in yours. you let yourself imagine that the way he helped you indoors, got you a towel, and even put your pyjamas on the heater to warm up was because he felt the same. and just for a moment, it felt real.
the past week and a half, just for five minutes, was real. your relationship was real, sunwoo loved you back, you had never broken up, and everything was okay.
it almost hurt to leave him, to slip into the bathroom near your room to change. you knew once you left, the illusion would be shattered, and you’d be alone with your thoughts once again. sunwoo’s warmth would be gone, and replaced with the cold bitter reality that he wasn’t yours. not anymore.
then, once you were changed and ready for bed, eaving the bathroom only stung more as you were suddenly faced with the lack of safe space, and the image of sunwoo curled up on his side in bed. he wasn’t asleep, you could see that much, laying with his back to the doorway, scrolling on his phone, but he had yet to notice your return. you couldn’t make your presence known, not just yet. if anything, you were ready to resign yourself to running away – catch an early flight, go into hiding, never have to face your feelings again.
because now, it really did hurt. standing in the doorway, watching him simply exist, hurt.
all because you knew you couldn’t have that, not now, not again. sunwoo wasn’t yours anymore, no matter how much the holiday fooled you into thinking as such. he hadn’t been yours for four months, and wouldn’t be again.
everything you were feeling, sunwoo was completely oblivious to. you’d return home, and he’d go back to his life. he’d date, he’d work, he’d move on, and you’d be left in the dark, forced to reason with your own emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. you were pretty fed up of pretending by now.
love was a stupid concept, in theory. great when it comes naturally, but painful when the man you choose to be in love with just happens to be your ex boyfriend. worse still when all you could do was suffer in silence alone. you were an adult, you could deal with it, and you were going to have to.
but even adults now and again need their siblings, so that was exactly where you headed.
by some miracle, you managed to slip back out of the room without bothering sunwoo, heading down the corridor to where you knew you’d find who you needed, only hoping he hadn’t succumbed to sleep just yet.
when you pushed open the door to younghoon’s room, you could faintly hear the tell tale signs of your brother debating with chanhee over another pop culture issue. deep down, you felt awful for interrupting their conversation, especially so late at night, but this was one of those moments in which you needed to speak to younghoon as your brother.
“hoon? can i speak to you?”
the two boys on the bed looked up and over at you, only one second of processing your stance before they realised the nature of the upcoming conversation. chanhee stood up upon instant, giving younghoon’s shoulder a squeeze as he whispered about giving you privacy. he made a point to gently rub your arm as he passed on the way out, a gesture which you appreciated, but you were undoubtedly happy to be alone with younghoon just for now.
it was like the closing of the door was a trigger, for once the wooden frame fell shut, the tears sprung up to your eyes, and you were forced to move towards the bed for fear that your legs wouldn’t hold you up any longer. younghoon reached out upon instinct. pulling you close to his cross legged frame so that he could wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. his hands naturally came to cradle your head, tender touches accompanied by soothing whispers as you finally let the tears fall until the emotion began to dissipate.
“i’m still in love with sunwoo.”
younghoon pouted playfully, not clicking on just yet. not that you could blame him, considering the act you had put on. “i would hope so, considering he’s your boyfriend, and all– hey, what’s wrong?”
“we’re not together, hoon.” you admitted all at once, too terrified to even look your brother in the eye for fear he’d be ashamed of your lies, “we haven’t been for five months.”
younghoon sighed, but didn’t back away. instead, his grip tightened on your body, holding you as close to his chest as he possibly could.
“fuck, y/n. why didn’t you say anything?” he whispered, hurt evident but worry outweighing any of that.
“i was going to, but then all this time passed and i just forgot, and now…” your words were lost in a sob. “eomma was so excited for this trip, i couldn’t just break her heart like that.”
“you could have told me, baby.” younghoon spoke so tenderly, you panicked it might make the tears worse. he was exactly what you needed in that moment, the comfort you had been searching for that could only be provided by your brother. “i’m your brother. as much as you get on my nerves, you’re still my favourite human.”
no matter what happened, younghoon was still the person you knew loved you the most. you argued a lot, as expected of any sibling duo, but the love he showed you in even the smallest of actions far outweighed the tough times. he would have been there for you through anything, and a hug from him had better healing powers than magic, you were convinced.
that was what broke your heart more, knowing you had kept the breakup from him initially when he was so kind, and so understanding. a lot terrified you in life (love, for one), but losing touch with younghoon had to be top of that list. you were foolish for ever thinking he would treat you otherwise.
simply getting it out helped. saying those words out loud, not just about being in love, but about what you had gone through, made you feel lighter, even if just for a moment. you hadn’t even realised how hard it had been to carry it all.
it had been just what you needed. the only problem was that this security couldn’t last all night.
by the time you returned to bed with a lighter conscience, sunwoo was fast asleep, or so you thought.
you nearly considered sleeping on the sofa, just to spare you heart for tonight, but it wouldn’t have been worth the questions it brought from the boy in question. so instead, you resigned yourself to clambering under the covers with the intention to stay on the opposite side of the bed.
sunwoo, it seemed, had other ideas. within around five minutes of you waiting patiently for sleep to overtake you, there was movement on the other side of the bed and sunwoo soon shuffled by your side. you didn’t resist the arm he threw over your body, but that didn;t stop you from tensing up just for a moment. he no doubt felt it, opening one eye to see your expression.
it wasn’t like you didn’t expect physical contact with him, but so far the two of you had kept your distance at night. this coupled with your recent thought process and the heavy beating of your heart meant that it was much harder to stay sane than first thought.
“where did you go?” he mumbled sleepily, cheek smushed firmly against your shoulder which was muffling his speech.
“just to see younghoon.” you answered honestly, trying to focus on keeping your heart rate level. you wanted to cry, in complete honesty, far too emotional from earlier discussions.
sunwoo hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. “missed you.”
“you should be sleeping.” you scalded instead, too terrified to consider what that statement might mean in contention.
you couldn’t allow yourself even a moment to think of what could be. you needed to sleep, brush these thoughts out of your mind and pretend that the day hadn’t happened. sunwoo was determined to make that difficult, and you couldn’t even be mad. not at him, not ever.
“hm. couldn’t sleep without you.” if only he knew the weight those words carried for you. the raspy, sleep filled chuckle that followed only made the thumping of your heart worse “i’m getting sort of used to this.”
“don’t say that.” you muttered, having had enough of the torture. you pushed him away lightly, not enough to cause offence and hoping you could pass it off as being warm.
it failed it seemed, sunwoo sitting up on his elbow to stare down what was now your back facing him. “y/n, what’s wrong?”
“nothing. i’m just tired.” you lied through your teeth, praying he gave in to the late night and settled down. you gave in, however, when the silence that followed became far too much to handle. “go to sleep, woo.”
sunwoo, from what you could tell through just the silence, didn’t seem convinced. you were sure his brain would have mimicked a clock had you been able to hear, the ticking practically audible even now.
you half expected him to give up and settle down, petulant and stubborn as usual. instead, you were met with a strange timidness to his tone. “if something was wrong, you’d tell me, right?”
the sincerity in his voice was enough to grab your attention. he sounded so genuinely concerned that your head almost willed to turn, being greeted by a face that mirrored his words. he looked oddly anxious, nibbling on his bottom lip and playing with the bedsheet, looking so unlike sunwoo that you couldn’t help but turn back to face him.
instead of the act of ignorance you had tried to implement, you stuck out your hand to rest on his wrist in response to his question. you were a weak person when it came to kim sunwoo, and there was no point denying it any longer. maybe, for tonight, your heart and its worries could wait if it meant getting to satisfy the pink haired boy.
“i promise.”
sunwoo didn’t seem convinced for a long moment, searching your features for any signs of lying. it was a good job the holiday had helped you perfect your poker face. the last thing you wanted now was for your emotions to betray you.
he wasn’t satisfied, that much you could tell, but he gave in nonetheless. you knew he had accepted defeat when his arms opened wide in an invite you brain was practically screaming to deny. it would only cause more trouble for your heart down the road, but you had tried to deny it once before, and this was where you ended up.
and so you gave in, let yourself be engulfed in a cuddle by sunwoo, lulled to sleep unexpectedly quickly by his breathing and warmth – because after all, no amount of anxiety and insecurity would ever beat the safety that being in sunwoo’s arms brought you.
-
your revelation marked the start of the last three days of your holiday, and they seemed to roll around slower than before.
the final full day had been spent as expected, everyone moping and lounging until it turned dark, too sad to admit that soon you’d be saying goodbye to the island. that the holiday was over.
except, for you and sunwoo, this meant something different. it marked the end of much more.
you had gotten used to not seeing him, to no longer living out of his pocket. but two weeks in paradise, coupled with the feelings you still harboured in your chest were going to make what was about to come ten times harder than initially planned. not just on you, but the families too.
everyone had bonded over the two week period, from your parents, down to sunwoo and chanhee. you knew the latter of whom had exchanged numbers, their friendship built on teasing, but based on love. the last thing you wanted was for the impending break up to nip that in the bud.
in theory, it should have been easy. you had been friends after the real breakup, before the holiday. you should be able to go back to being friends now. but something had shifted, at least for you.
you knew you couldn’t go back to friends. before, it was easier. to your best knowledge, your feelings for sunwoo had disappeared, and you could continue with the knowledge and safety that he felt the same. you could live your life without that weighing on your conscience. all of that safety was gone now.
you knew you couldn’t just go back to being friends. that would hurt you too deeply, and you weren’t sure you were ready for pretending – not with sunwoo. it was easy with everyone else, but never with him. strangers would hurt, but it was seeming the only option that would protect your heart in the long run.
when you all retired to bed that night, it began like the one a few days before. sunwoo’s arms around your frame, his head tucked gently in your neck, and slow breathing lulling you both to sleep. it was easier to focus on the melody of his breath than to think about the alternatives. how this time tomorrow it would all be over.
except when you woke up, the end hadn’t quite come. you woke up in tomorrow, but with the world still in darkness, and an empty space on the bed where sunwoo had laid just hours earlier.
the clock on your nightstand told it was only three a.m, the sun not due to rise for at least another hour.
you knew better than to hunt for where sunwoo had gone, especially so late at night and with your heart in such fragile condition. it would be easier to stay in bed, remain ignorant and pretend that you had never woken up. that way, you wouldn’t be tormenting your heart with the idea of having sunwoo for just a second longer. you could prepare yourself for the inevitable, start practicing the distance.
that was the problem. you were too selfish to do just that.
so with a deep breath, and the blanket wrapped around your body, you clambered out of bed and on the hunt for where the boy you were in love with had gone.
he wasn’t at the poolside, the first stop you came across once leaving the glass doors. if he had been in the bathroom, you’d have heard him, so the only reasonable place he could have gone was to the other rooms – or so you had thought at first glance.
it was as you headed across the decking to the corridor adjacent to yours that you saw the gate down to the beach wide open, distinctly remembering closing it when you returned earlier in the day. that was pointer enough as to where sunwoo had headed.
venturing into the dark on your own didn’t seem like a pleasant concept, but the prospect of finding sunwoo there was enough to spur you onwards. and sure enough, your process of elimination had served you well.
there, sat by the sea with his shoes by his side, and bare feet dug into the sand, was kim sunwoo.
“couldn’t sleep?”
sunwoo turned his head to see you walking towards him, giving you a rehearsed smile that seemed different than usual. if you didn’t know better, you’d say he almost looked sad.
“needed some air.” he commented, chin resting against his own shoulder in support.
“i won’t disturb you, then.” you smiled peacefully, moving to turn back inside when sunwoo’s voice rang out from behind you once more.
“no!” he had jumped up to his feet, taking a stride towards where you now stood, hand outstretched with an attempt to stop you. “no! uh – stay? maybe? unless you’re tired, obviously.”
“i’m not tired.”
“good.”
there was a moment in which the silence dropped into awkwardness, unusual for the past week. you were grateful for the waves in the background masking the sound of you heart ringing in your ears. it distracted you from getting too lost in your thoughts, a difficult task considering sunwoo was standing in front of you in just his pyjamas, pink hair messy from the wind and sleep. looking just as perfect as ever.
he knew it too, that things felt wrong. the distance between you felt longer than just a few metres, your bodies isolated from any connection as a result of something unspoken. something you couldn’t even recognise.
“can i ask you a question?” sunwoo blurted suddenly, breaking the silence, but not sounding any less awkward than before. even when you nodded, it took him a moment before he could go on, “did you try to date again... after we…?”
you thought about teasing him, just for a moment. it would have been too easy to coo about his curiosity, make him blush and writhe under your stare, but something about the way he stared back at you with such genuine want to listen compelled you to be honest.
“uh – no. not really.” it was true. the prospect of dating hadn’t once crossed your mind in the four month period you hadn’t been together. now, you supposed you knew why “you?”
the expression on his face told he was about to say something you didn’t want to hear.
“i tried. just a month before we came here, actually.” you were right. you didn’t want to hear that. but you let him continue, nonetheless. “they were in my music production class, we got on really well. i sort of figured out they had a crush on me, and i liked their company, so i asked them out.”
“sunwoo, if you were seeing someone, you shouldn’t have agreed to come here–”
sunwoo didn’t give you enough time to finish, something akin to determination taking over him this time. “i’m not seeing anyone. i said i tried, but it didn’t feel right. quite the opposite in fact.”
should that have made your heart squeeze in your chest? it didn’t mean what you thought – it just meant it didn’t feel right. there was no point in getting excited, but there was a tiny part of you that couldn’t help but hope. the same part that made you ask “how come?”
sunwoo shrugged, a strangely genuine smile creeping onto his lips as he discussed such a topic. “i don’t know. they were fun, don’t get me wrong. we had a great time. i took them to that little arcade down the road from the politics building. we were there for like six hours, or something stupid, just challenging each other on every dumb game we could find.” you remembered the arcade, the fond memories the two of you had there in summers of the past. if you thought about it for long enough, the prospect of sunwoo taking another person there might have hurt. “but by the time i walked them home, i realised that was just it. i liked spending time with them, for sure, but they weren’t the one for me.”
something in sunwoo’s eyes told he wasn’t done.
“they weren’t you.”
forget skipping a beat, your heart nearly stopped all together. you didn’t understand, you needed more before you let yourself get your hopes up. you couldn’t be crushed like that “sunwoo–”
“just, let me finish, yeah?” sunwoo countered, cringing at himself for cutting you off once again, but you wouldn’t take offence “if i stop, i don’t think i’ll be brave enough to get it all out.”
it seemed more was what you were going to get.
“when we broke up, i really thought we were doing the right thing. i thought that i still had all this growing to do outside of our relationship, that i still had to learn to be independent. and it felt right for so long. shit – i think i convinced myself i wanted it because i was too scared of what i actually wanted… which was you, forever.” his breathing faltered, eyes dancing everywhere around the beach front but at you. “i think i’ve realised now that i was wrong all along. i didn’t have to be isolated in order to grow. i could have done that plenty well enough with you by my side, and i would’ve been happier that way.”
more. you had gotten more. and now you didn’t know what to do with it. scream? thank god? cry?
you knew exactly what he was trying to say. it was how you had felt about him all along. the realisations that had hit you that night, looking up at him from the pool, they were all reflected in the way sunwoo looked at you. like everything made sense once again. you didn’t know if your heart was ready to handle such a thing.
“i don’t even know if i’m making sense. hell, i barely even knew my own emotions until a few days ago. i had a feeling when i went on that date, but being here with you, seeing the way my parents adore you… it made me realise just how big a part of my life you still were.”
even as he paused, taking a breath big enough to prepare for his continuation, you couldn’t find the words to respond. you could only stare in disbelief that he felt the same. he just needed to say it.
“i never fell out of love with you, y/n. if anything, i think this trip has only made me love you more. i just had to put my naivety aside to see it.” sunwoo knew, too. those last words he needed to say out loud to make the confession real. “fuck, i love you. i love you so goddamn much that i would completely respect it if you decided to walk away now and never look back.”
you could only laugh, eyes stinging with grateful tears as you stared back at him. words had completely evaded you. any normal thought except for he feels the same had disappeared from your mind, leaving only happiness and disbelief in their wake.
sunwoo loved you too. he had never stopped loving you.
and he thought you were stupid enough to walk away.
“you’re an idiot.” you laughed quietly, desperately wiping at your eyes to see his terrified expression in full clarity.
he looked terrified indeed, more than, even. too scared to even blink and miss you turning your back. “i know. i’m so sorry.”
you shook your head lightly, feeling mean for not putting him out of his misery, but you were too elated from the confession to even care. “no – you’re an idiot because you’ve spent way too long standing there when you could have been kissing me.”
sunwoo’s eyes widened, staring ahead at you with the same expression you were sure you were wearing during his confession. confusion morphed into disbelief, which morphed into relief, and settled on happiness. the realisation of exactly what you were saying. that was enough to career him forward, feet travelling in the sand until he was stood in front of you, and you returned those three precious words that meant so much more.
“i love you too. i never stopped. i didn’t realise until the other day, but now i don’t want to waste any more time.” you admitted, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt – none of which you found.
he knew, just as much as you. this was the right thing, this was exactly what had been intended by the universe. you loved kim sunwoo, and he loved you back – no breakup, no amount of distance or space could ever change that.
when he kissed you again, properly, this time, you could have sworn you felt the earth move below your feet. the peck in the market was nothing compared to the elation the real thing brought. it was truly as though nothing had changed, from the way his hands gripped your waist, to the way he led with such confidence. he knew everything about you, down to the way you liked to kiss – slow and steady but with tender confession swapped between bodies. and he made sure he did just that.
sunwoo let one hand lift to your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with gentleness that on, any other day, might have made you cry. you were on top of the world, now, a quick exchange from worry to elation, and kim sunwoo was the reason for all your joys. he held you close, nibbling on your bottom lip and whispering almost incoherent confessions between touches and pecks. by the time he pulled away, it was as though everything left to be said had already been spoken.
you felt it, too. loved. you felt so, so loved from just the way he looked at you. you couldn’t believe you hadn’t seen it before – mistaking the glistening in his eyes for being hues of the summer, when in reality, they were all for you.
every worry you had seemed insignificant now. your lie had only shifted into a white lie, performance become verbatim, and you couldn’t be happier.
paradise had a funny way of making the truth come out. even now, with the sun still below the sky and no sign of it yet appearing, you felt warmer than ever.
you were walking on sunshine, and it felt good.
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Hi!
Can you do a story where the readers and Harry are siblings and between her and Draco there is something going on (they didn't confess to each other). During the war, when Voldemort "k!ll" Harry and the readers. On they way back to Hogwarts Harry is carried by Hagrid and the reader by Lucius. When Draco see her he start the scream at his parents because they promised him that if he joined the death eater, the reader would be saved (hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?)
The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it
Hey angel!! thank you so much for the request of course I can :)
I really enjoyed writing this one :) I got a bit carried away its rather long Hahha but I do really hope you enjoy it and I managed to grasp what you wanted xx ill upload this one to my story master list later, it'll be called "Prohibitos Autumn Amorem"
lots of love, Happy reading xxx
“NO! its him!, he’s up to something dammit! I just know it” burst Harry. Y/n who was sat adjacent remained unfazed , she knew this outburst was afoot , somewhat over due really. She watched as he twisted uncomfortably in his chair .. his knee jerking up and down violently . What had started as the odd gentle tap progressed into a loud thudding as his pencil ricotched off the table. Y/n outstretched her hands. Ridding him off his pencil she clasped her hands over his , as he met her gaze she could see his weary expression. His eyes void of the usual spark and now rather dim and lacklustre. The lines that materialised when he scowled started to become more pronounced. Y/n sighed she hated seeing her brother deteriorate like this ,so instead she flung her arms around him pulling him in for a hug. They rarely hugged , physical contact was nothing shy of the usual minuscule sibling displays of affection .. but in cases like this it was needed.
Y/n could feel Harrys body begin to soften as he reciprocated the hug . His head drooped over her shoulder and arms crossed at the middle of y/ns back. As the hug started to run its course y/n pulled away gently, “feeling better”, she smiled weakly .. aware that a hug wouldn’t be the cure all in this situation. “Partially” he muttered still looking somewhat rigid. “sherbet lemon” y/n giggled producing a small woven pouch from her bag , waving it in Harrys eye-line.
Bamboozled yet amused by his sisters random offering he chuckled as he dove his fist into the pouch and tossed several into his mouth. “Oi you greedy git, put them back fatty! ugh” she tutted in disgust jabbing his forearm. Harry couldn’t help but let out a raucous laugh. He knew his actions would elicit such response from his sister, it humoured him reminded him of old times older simpler times. Where his priorities could be something as non trivial as sweeties or ways in which he could irk his little sister, not how he would ultimately have to save himself his sister and probably the rest of the wizarding world.
‘Look Harry” y/n started to fiddle with the tassels on her pouch containing the sherbets. It was her turn now to fidget anxiously. “I wasn’t .. undermining you.. I just think we need more proof , there’s no point in winding yourself up over one theory , I mean … if you think about it can we trust anyone at this rate?”. Manoeuvring the mass of sherbet lemons to the side of his cheek he prepared to speak. “ Look sis, I understand where you're coming from .. really I do its just .. really Malfoy you're defending him.. the glaringly obvious self proclaimed villain .. might I add who has been known for acts of violence in the past against us, you can see how I'm struggling here’. Y/n knew Harry was right, and hearing it being put like that, she’d be a fool to deny it. To be fair y/n was defending a Malfoy the she knew.. and her alone. How could she possibly translate this over to her brother without affronting him with the truth. A truth she didn't even know entirely to be the truth itself. With a ragged sigh “you're right you're right I know… but sometimes not everything is always as it seems .. you and I should both know that Harry”. The pair exchanged glances “You may excel better than me academically but I'm not dumb you know y/n especially when it comes to matters of the heart”.
Harry pouted , his eyebrow arching over the frame of his glasses. Y/n felt as if the sherbet lemon had suddenly lodged itself in the depths of her throat , she was so startled by Harrys bold wording she began to cough and sputter attempting to inhale as much oxygen as she could. Harrys accusatory “well” was heavily seasoned in sass. “Heart ! Do you hear yourself don’t be so ridiculous Harry” y/n scolded promptly taking a swig of water in attempt to quell her coughs.
If what Harry had said was so heinous and far from the truth why did her reaction say different. Truth is there was something going on with y/n and Draco but she herself was unsure as to what it was exactly. It wasn’t a scandalous sordid affair one where they slope off and give into the desires of the flesh .. it was a slow burner the sort you’d read in old novels the forbidden types of love however she was unsure if “love” was the correct choice of word to use .. she was unfamiliar to this feeling and well they hadn’t actually discussed anything beyond the usual niceties. She was unaware that after all these years that this “thing” with Draco wasn’t as under control as she once though. What she thought to be a tame controlled fire buried in the deep depths of the woods was now spiralling out of her control . The flames in a frenzy engulfing all in its path and now worryingly Harry could now see the smoke billowing from between the trees. “Ive seen you talking to him you know” his arms now folded across his chest, fully adopting the role of an adult scolding a child they’ve caught in the act.
“Your point Harry, should I just become a mute because clearly talking to someone is the biggest indicator I'm cahoots with them, besides we have classes together so you know communication is bound to happen annnnd to top it off Sherlock! don’t you think that because Ive clearly built a better rapport with him wouldn’t it make sense as to why I would “defend” him”. Processing what his sister had just said Harrys arms unfurled from his chest “Fair I guess” . Y/n shot him an icy glare as she massaged her temples in an attempt to soothe her now racing thoughts. Thinking she had successfully navigated his attention away from her misplaced loyalties it wasn’t long before Harry pipped up again.
“Look, your my sister ..I love you ..you’re the only one I trust in this school and life itself y/n … but your gonna her to give me a bit more insight as to what makes you believe he’s not involved with Voldemort. I'll back off I promise but there must be a time .. some moment of significance that makes you believe this that you can tell me. You’re smarter than me , Hermione the lot! I know it’ll all make sense if you just tell me”. Y/n fell silent .. she promised herself to not let Draco occupy her thoughts she always ushered it to the back of her mind. Of course she could think of moments many of great significance that would corroborate her beliefs but would only propel Harrys questioning further . Not only that but how would he react?, what would that mean for the relationship with her and her brother? He is the enemy after all.
Maybe she should start from the beginning. In the beginning it was pretty much textbook ,she hated him he hated her …the dynamics of a classic hero and villain story. They would toss one another the usual dirty looks hurl a few insults but apart from that avoid each other. It wasn’t until one day y/n had made her way up to the astronomy tower. Y/n was particularly overwhelmed and wanted somewhere to just escape from the noise as she knew people rarely frequented it.
However she didn't bank on Malfoy to be present ,hands entangled in his platinum locks looking somewhat overwhelmed himself. She immediately thought upon seeing her he would bark some insult in her direction .. or simply leave ensuring to deliberately slam his shoulder into hers on his decent. Instead he did nothing of the sort , in fact he insisted she use the space for whatever she planned and he would leave. Y/n hadn’t sen him in this state .. vulnerable , frightened and without his infamous posse. Instead of letting him leave she encouraged him to stay and talk if he’d like. Although they were by no mean friends she didn't want him to suffer alone. Little did the both of them know that this would be beginning of something.
After the encounter at the astronomy tower it was apparent they both felt a connection or be it zealous curiosity about one another. Y/n felt a warmth emitting from Draco after that talk one she never thought did exist within him. So from that day forward meeting at the tower became somewhat of a regular occurrence.. sheepish at first but over the months and years it blossomed . Had anyone of seen them they would’ve thought they were the worlds best of friends inseparable but this didn't translate into the real world outside their bubble . Yes he would defend her if one of his dancing monkeys pipped up, a gentle smile here and there sometimes a squeeze of the hand .. an invite to somewhere under the guise of darkness but never the full displays of affection.
After all they spoke about this… they were weary about the parameters of their friendship and with all the drama surrounding them its best they left it as it was. Y/n didn't exactly remember when the personal space barrier was broken but she thoroughly enjoyed it. Once Draco got the green light of approval he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He would pull her in for random hugs ,pull her onto him, play with her hair whilst she lay on his lap talking about her day. At one point he would always make sure to always kiss her on the cheek goodbye. Almost forgetting himself he attempted to do this in potions class luckily he remembered him whereabouts and instead lightly shoved her. Whilst he laughed mockingly at her hurt expression that night at the tower her was inconsolable with regret … y/n understood but it was then apparent to her that this now was a deeply tricky situation.
Despite them comfortable enough to touch one another twas never immediately a physical relationship. But y/n would never forget the first night they kissed. It was the Yule ball and y/n was distracted all night . She hadn’t expected to be so riled up at the sight of Draco in a suite. Of course they respectfully ignored one another , but Draco's rambunctious nature required him to deliberately graze past her or wink in her direction causing her heart to flutter. All partied out and ready to call it a night y/n was making her way to bed . That was before she was whisked from the hallway and into a narrow opening. Due to the narrow space they were practically against one another. Draco had his hands tied at y/ns waist and insisted she meet him up by the tower so they could dance together properly. Off they went fits of giggles skulking about in the dark up to the tower. They gently swayed to the imaginary music lost in their own private world. As he pulled her in with a twirl their lips soon gravitated towards one another. It was absolutely spellbinding and felt oh so right despite it being oh so wrong. Thinking that would make matters awkward it was the total opposite in fact it strengthened the relationship, it would give them the courage to steal kisses between classes, confide in one another . The goodbye pecks would sometimes evolve into the same type of intense kissing that started that faithful night. In hindsight it was a terrible idea for the means of a “friendship” as it only propelled feelings and the desire to explore one another more.
Fast forward to recently there has been a shift. Y/n felt as if she’d been transported back to the times of the original cold stoic Draco … tower visits were few far and in-between and he no longer confided in her. A shift in his whole demeanour an y/n was determined to not let this book they’ve written for over the years just burn within seconds . Something was up and she demanded an explanation before she lets him be thrown to the wolves. Y/ns train of thought was broken by the rather obnoxious crunch of Harry finishing up his sherbet lemons. “Hello ! Earth to y/n, you gonna Anwser or no?” His hand rapidly waving in-front her face. “Look you're just gonna have to trust me !.. one little story won’t just cut it for you so … let me suss some stuff out then i'll get back to you with the proof you’ll need ok”.
Meanwhile at the Malfoy manor. Draco was taut in his chair with a bleak expression , he fixated his glare straight ahead refusing to engage with those surrounding him at the table. The beads of sweat glistened on his forehead .Under the table he grasped his wand with a ferocious grip he was ready and prepared at least so he thought. After all he knew that defying the dark lord was a fools game. It repulsed Draco hearing everyone showering him with appraisal as he divulged his odious plans… how they all guffawed as he humiliated and tortured those for sport. The time had come , he was of age and his parents desperately seeking the approval of the dark lord had offered up their son as a pawn. A means to get to Harry and his sister.
Draco knew this day was simply unavoidable , after all he was practical groomed for the occasion to become a death eater , his vitality to the role was deeply ingrained in him. Now apart from the dilemma of that niggly feeling deep inside being that he was so desperately in love with y/n and hadn’t told her. There was the issue of what defiance meant for him and his parents. He didn't want to die nor did he want his parents too or worse just be enslaved to him forever . Be forced to live in some purgatory used as an example as to what happens when you speak out. His forehead now slick with sweat his heart began to beating thunderously beneath his chest.
“Draco , my boy!” Came the hoarse croak from Voldemort. Draco immediately felt the swoosh as multiple pairs of eyes all landed on him. From fierce thudding his heart now felt as if it had flatlined. His head slowly gravitated towards his chest he simply couldn’t bare to look at the repulsive creature before him. His head was promptly hoisted back up to its original state courtesy of Lucius cane. “I won’t do .. I won’t do it! … only if you promise to save y/n” Draco blurted he couldn’t help the words just spilt from his mouth. There was an audible gasp … Draco felt his mothers desperation as she clutched his hand under the table . Squeezing at him willing him to look at her. Voldemort broke the silence with a dry humourless laugh. Rising from his seat he hurtled towards him unnaturally quick, as if he had numerous legs. “Well well Draco, I didn't peg you as quite the jester”. “My lord … if I may speak” drawled Snape “the boy is simply confused in his avid pursuit of the potters I'm afraid he let his heart get the better of him.. we’ve spoken about it he knows exactly what he needs to do , I assure you its simple teenage petulance and this puppy love won’t get in the way ill see to it myself”.
Both Draco's parents immediately jumped to approve Snape hypothesis. Eagerly they awaited the dark lords response, his snake like eyes slithered all over Draco, gauging wether to believe the plethora of excuses fashioned for him. “Ah young love ey … such a wondrous feeling hmm well its a lies! Its a hinderance thats what it is, now the people going to your defence I trust whole heartedly now… I would hate for you to disappoint them because I don’t need to tell you what you already know will happen” Voldemort hissed his wand now boaring into the flesh of Draco's neck. Narcissus hands covered her mouth as she stifled her squeaks. “Yes my lord” quivered Draco feeling the pressure from his wand penetrate deeper into his neck.
“Draco, Draco please come back” cried Narcissia grappling at her sons garments trying to stop him from leaving. “Get off” he shrugged “ How could you do this to me!! If you ever want to see me again mother promise me this ! Promise me you’ll save her or you’ll lose your son forever It wouldn’t be Voldemort that kills me .. it would be you” Dracos words were dredged in venom. Narcissus eyes brimmed with tears, her sons words spearing her directly in the heart. She would’ve said anything if it meant she could hold onto her son. “Yes she will be saved Dray please don’t go my son , I love you”. Later that day in class Y/n felt a hand slope into hers. Y/n knew automatically who it was “you're late” she whispered . Eyes still fixated on the board as Snape rattled on “sorry I was caught up , family crap” sighed Draco his arm now snaking around her waist. He longed to hold onto her , pull her close her familiar scent was that of home . A place of comfort and safety for Draco. ‘Y/n … we need to talk …can you possibly meet me tonight .. you know the place”. Y/n deviated her glare from the board and looked directly at Draco. The whites of his eyes were stained red with prominent veins , the bags under them were different hues of purple and grey making his eyes appear hollow. Y/n couldn’t help but cup his face in her hand .
He appeared so disheveled and worn.. she knew they needed to talk but she hadn’t expected Draco to be so forthcoming but now this paired with his appearance she was afraid as to what he may say. “ Of course Dray, are you sleeping properly”. Before he had a chance to respond “ POTTER , MALFOY” bellowed Snape from across the classroom. Y/ns hand snapped from his face and they both recoiled from one another creating an unnaturally large space between them, as if magnets repelling one another. All the eyes fell to the back of the classroom. There was a palpable tension as Snape exchange fierce glares at the pair. With a theatrical toss of his cape he made his way to the back of the classroom. “Draco , get to the front now, Ms potter you stay where you are and I suggest you focus on your work and noting else as distractions could prove fatal…”. Snape stood guard as Draco begrudgingly made his way to the front shooting him a glare that only could translate into him wanting to wring his neck. “Back to work” instructed Snape. Just as he was about to leave he turned his attention to y/n. Closing the space between them speaking only for y/ns ears “Nothing breaks quite like a heart”. Y/ns blood immediately ran cold before she had a chance to respond , to challenge to question … it was too late Snape was gone making his way back to the front of the classroom.
Draco paced neurotically back and forth in the astronomy tower. He knew it wouldn’t be long before y/n arrived but he was still hadn’t found the words to tell her. In an ideal world he could tell her exactly how he felt. How he wanted to run off and spend the rest of his days with her and it would be as simple as that. He wouldn’t have to try gloss over any parts about how he was in fact being forced to lull her into meeting her demise , how he obviously would never want to do that but metaphorically his hands are tied… but its ok because I only promised to do it if you're saved . Wrong ! That would go down like a lead ballon, apart from her safety not even being completely guaranteed what kind of monster would he be if he willingly sacrificed the love of his life's brother , just so he could be with her . He had no real feelings towards Harry but it didn’t mean that he deserved to die. He pulled at his face agonising over his choices. It all boiled down to one viable solution … he had to distance himself from her .. rip the plaster off he’d much rather her hate him than complicate things with emotion and playing god deciding who lives and dies .. a war was inevitable but he knew no matter the outcome she was better off without his existence. As he peered over the railing of the tower a sweet gentle “Dray” broke his train of thought As he cast his eyes upon her darling face how it was so strikingly beautiful.. he knew this would be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do in his life.
“Y/n , my angel” he immediately pulled her into his arms. Littering her with kisses. Y/n felt the warmth surface beneath her cheeks. It felt good for her to have the old Draco back even if it was for just a moment. Draco pulled away adoring her for one last time before he spoke words he would ultimately regret “ y/n you have to listen to me and I know none of this will make any sense but believe me… I've tried to find a way to formulate it but I simply cannot! Please please know I don’t want to say his or really mean it but … you need to stay away from me. This can’t happen not now not ever.. do whatever it is you have to do to simply forget I even existed… maybe erasing the memories would be the most painless option”. Y/ns face dropped and her jaw tightened .. this couldn’t be the same Draco moments ago embracing her and adorning her with kisses. “Don’t start that shit with me Draco Lucius Malfoy” .
Draco spun around horrified at her response.. of course she wouldn’t back down he knew better. Before he had a chance to speak y/n already started off on a tangent “ how dare you… after all this you think you can just say that and i'll be all like aww well, no problem the last 7 years have been fun nice knowing you! As fucking if! You know you owe me some kind of explanation and let me make my decision as a grown woman .. you don’t get to make them for me…. Im waiting Draco just say something I don’t want to lose my ….my …. Friend” . “Friend … friend” Draco scoffed heaving on the word as if we're poison wanting to rid his tongue of the foul taste the word left behind. Quick on his heel he marched towards y/n backing her against the wall. With his body pressed against her and face dangerously close. “ Really , friends thats what you call this … silly girl” he chuckled humourlessly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “ Friends don’t do the things we do darling, now let me help you take that foul word from your mouth”. His hand slopped behind her neck as he engaged her into a slow passionate kiss.
“What the actual fuck”. Came the undeniably recognisable voice. The pair froze once prying free their lips they slowly turned to the source of the voice. There he was .. there was no denying who the voice belonged too but in that moment she squeezed her eyes shut wishing it was anybody other than… Harry. “Look don’t be mad at her I can explain I promise” spoke Draco very calm and collectively . He took small steps as he attempted to approach Harry. However it was too late he had locked eyes on his target and like a tiger he was ready to pounce. Harry lunged at Draco squawking numerous expletives. Y/n shrieked as she attempted to peel the scuffling boys of one another. Draco had managed to shake Harry for a moment and made a dart for the stairs, Harry rose to his feet and chased after him. It was a chaotic scene.
Harry chasing Draco, y/n chasing Harry. Albeit late the ruckus drew attention to the situation. Harry removed his wand yelled out a spell . This caused a piece of infrastructure to fall and hurtle towards Draco. The infrastructure didn't make a full collision but grazed Draco causing him to collapse to the floor. “STOP IT YOU BRUTE YOU'VE HURT HIM” shrieked y/n as she scampered to his aid. “Hurt him … hurt him what do I care it should’ve killed him” roared Harry “ I trusted you … and what this is what you do sleep with the enemy ! GAH! I thought it might’ve been some sort of school girl crush but this .. when Snape said you asked him to tell me to meet you at the tower tonight
I knew something was strange… how could you be so naive and stupid he’s simply morally abhorrent” Before y/n could strike back with seething rage it was interrupted by Ron rounding the corner questioning “what’s going on ere Harry”. “What’s going on Ron , pshh well if you really want to know Draco's fucking my sister thats what going on here”. “ God just fuck off Harry!! You caused enough damage you don’t fucking listen thats your problem now look what you’ve caused … why don’t you ever listen to me god I hate you I want nothing to do with you”. Y/n began to wail tears streamed down her face as she cradled Dracos bleeding head. “OUT OF THE WAY POTTER” boomed Snape practically knocking Harry to the ground. “If you and Ms potter could take your domestics elsewhere instead of airing it out for the whole school, I should have you expelled for a deliberate attempt to kill another student.” Plunging to his knees Snape withdrew his wand and began muttering a spell over an injured Draco laying in the lap of his beloved.
The day had come.. Voldemort had made his return and the war was in full swing. Hundreds of students and teachers so valiantly fighting against the dark lord. Draco however didn't have that option. Instead of him to valiantly fighting alongside his peers he remained in the deep hollows of the wood under the watchful eye of many of Voldemort's loyal comrades. It had been brought to their attention his entanglement with a certain Potter and was strictly forbidden after his incident to step back into Hogwarts until it was over. Defiance would result in his parents gruesome demise. Draco looked up to the heavens. If there was a God now would be the time for him to intervene … have Voldemort be the one to die so he could say everything left unsaid with y/n.. apologise to Harry life the life of simplicity he so desperately craved. There it was the shrill piercing sinister cackle of none other than Voldemort. Dracos heart beat slowed to a murmur.
The sound was behind him but he couldn’t bare to turn, his feet remained firmly planted in the earth. Letting terror wash over him.. deep in his gut he knew something was wrong and that the shrill cackle was that of pleasure and not distress. A sudden jovial outburst from the surrounding comrades of Voldemort made Draco shrink to his knees. This couldn’t be good his heart beat began to accelerate vision blurring it couldn’t be it just couldn’t.
Finding the courage and using all his remaining strength Draco peered over his shoulder to see between the hoards of people his father Lucius and Hagrid walking towards him with what looked like body slumped in their arms. Followed by a jubilant Voldemort. Draco shot up immediately .. his worse fears were coming to light. He started jogging then burst into a full sprint towards his father. There she was motionless and lifeless strewn across his fathers arms. In Hagrid's lay Harrys body his too battered and lifeless. He extended his hand to cradled the face of the one most dear to him. Her skin cold her beautiful face scuffed and bruised.
He began to feel weightless but not in a euphoric way but a feeling as if he was drained of his blood , the spacey, achey numb tingly sensation spread across his body. He was no longer in control , he sloped down in defeat by his father’s feet. Fighting back his tears Lucius gently placed her body into Draco's arms. Draco began to weep tears hot and prickly as he cradled her rocking back and forth until he could no longer sound instead exhausted gasps. Dracos mother slipped down beside him delicately placing a hand on his shoulder in a bid to comfort her distressed son.
“You don’t get to touch me” hissed Draco “ YOU PROMISED YOU PROMISED me he bellowed. His words rang through the woods. “You promised you promised he continued to repeat weeping over y/ns body. “You're both dead to me” cried Draco. Despite everything going on around him everything felt quiet and still as if just him and y/n. He ignored his mothers laboured cries , his fathers stoney expression and a gloating Voldemort as he continued on to brandish Harrys dead body at Hogwarts as some sort of trophy. As soon as Voldemort was out of sight Narcissia grabbed onto Dracos hand. He immediately attempted to wriggle it free he was still repulsed by them. “ Draco! Listen to me” his mothers tone was firm and more assertive than Draco has ever heard. Still very much begrudgingly his eyes met his mothers. She took his hand and placed it over y/ns chest right were her heart lay. He glared at her confused and hurt .. what kind of sick joke was his mother playing at he thought. “Just wait” she pleaded. It was then he felt it .. it was faint but it was real it was the weak thud of her heart against his palm.
Draco was immediately overwhelmed with emotion. Looking up at his mother mouth agape. “Shes alive Dray .. so is Harry” choked his mother. There was a lump in Draco's throat thinking of al. thee horrid things he hurled at his mother. As if reading his mind she clasped his hand and gently kissed his forehead “its ok, only love can hurt like this”. He smiled weakly tears starting to flow again. “Look it’ll be a matter of moments before they wake up if it all goes accordingly Voldemort will be defeated ,your father and I need to go but you stay with her and once its all sorted you can re unite her with her brother, I promise it will be a joyous one free of flying debris to your head Draco”. He couldn’t help but chuckle at his mother “thank you” he smiled. She kissed his forehead and promptly left.
Y/n let out a soft groan. Draco pulled her closer towards him. He watched as her eyes fluttered and slowly pried themselves open. Caressing her face gently he couldn’t help but begin to cry again, he was still overwhelmed by all the different emotions he had experienced in a short space of time but he was mainly overcome with inexplicable joy knowing she was safe and alive.”Dray” she muttered gently. “Yes angel, it's me it's ok you're safe, so is Harry” . Y/ns eyes widened and she attempted to shuffle herself upright. Draco helped erect her. Y/n looked around clutching her head confused by her surroundings.
“What happened Draco?, have you been crying? Draco began to smile “ yes yes I have been .. eventually I will tell you everything thats transpired but I'm going to start with something I should told you a very very long time ago.. y/n I love you I am so in love with you .. and just there when I thought id lost you forever I knew I couldn’t go on without you. Y/N beamed despite every inch of her hurting her smile came from within she wouldn’t be able to rid herself of the grin she was sporting if she tried she was overcome with happiness. “Oh Draco you don’t know long I've wanted you to say that God I love you I love you too I don’t care anymore I just want to be with you”. Draco instantly pulled y/n towards him engaging her in a hug. They hugged and swayed in the forrest as if it were like that night in the astronomy tower. Except for now they were free to be who they wanted.
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Class 1 - a finding out reader has an
abusive family ft.multiple UA teachers
TW : Mentions of abuse, blood, s-icide and pure angst.
They wouldnt actually first not until you started coming to school late having a exausted face.
Everyone in the class is worried like : 😟 and you were like : 😄✨"no im fine." s̶i̶k̶e̶ they wouldn't budge tho.
They probably would just think your stressed out and uraraka would try to cheer you up.
One time you come in to class looking like this : 🤕 aizawa asked why you have a bandage on your head you just answered akwardly "Oh! its just i hit ny head hard when i was training 😄 i'm really clumsy thanks for worrying tho."
You just smiled at them and acted as if nothing happened.
One time you left for early in lunch and just went to went straight to the classroom (you left your phone in the table and there were so many vulgar texts from as well as death threats coming from her family)out of curiosity hagakure reads them and then tells iida.
Example : You are a nasty b-tch!,You should'nt have been born!,Your a disgraceful sl-t!,K-ll yourself already! we don't need you!You look pathethic in those scars!
Iida and the whole class went straight to the teachers office and tells them what actually is going on with y/n's life.
Momo and the girls is actually in the verge of tears while telling the teachers what going on meanwhile iida cant help but to stutter while explaining on the other teachers.
Afterall iida is the class rep. making sure everyone in the class is okay.
Allmight and the other teachers are alarmed on what they read and immidiately confiscated y/n's phone.
The teachers as well as principal nezu and the students comes rushing in to Class 1 - a's classroom and caughts you redhanded while you were treating your fresh wounds .
You laughed nervously and you said nervously that you tripped earlier at a quirk test.
"LIES!" aizawa yells in his booming voice.
The girls started crying and bakugo is yelling that who has been doing this to you e̶v̶e̶n̶t̶h̶o̶h̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶s̶y̶o̶u̶r̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶x̶t̶r̶a̶.
You finally sighed and started sobbing uncontrollably "I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO GODDAMNIT I JUST WISHED THAT I NEVER EXISTED!" you yelled while frustratingly pulling your hair as your wounds started to get bloody.
Everyone the room is : 😟😭😣🤧 deku is also crying aoyama's i cant stop twinkling look faded and looks like this 😟.
Todoroki would be like FIRST TIME?😁🤪😶 but bijj his face would look like this 😔 he's been through also like you did.
Even allmight's iconic smile faded as soon as he saw you frustratedly sobbing .
Aizawa is infuriated to your parents like arent parents supposed to support their child.
Present mic's chaotic energy went from top to wap.
Allmight will hug you and you will end up ruining his suit with blood,sweat and tears and most off all your s̶n̶o̶t̶ 😃.
Principal nezu assured you that your parents would be punished accordingly and will take temporary custody of you until he figures out the solution to your problem b̶e̶s̶t̶p̶r̶i̶n̶c̶i̶p̶a̶l̶e̶v̶e̶r̶.
Your classmates would be 🤧😟😭 iida is biting his lip to not let out a whimper spoiler : h̶e̶s̶t̶a̶r̶t̶e̶d̶c̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶
a̶k̶w̶a̶r̶d̶l̶y̶m̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶h̶a̶n̶d̶g̶e̶s̶t̶u̶r̶e̶s̶.He's just basically worried about you he feels that he failed being an class representative.
You said that he's not and you thanked him because you finally are free from your parents captivity.
Shoto's mind : w̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ m̶e̶?😟.
Bakugou would be mad at you for not opening up mina,sero,kirishima and denki tried to stop him tho.
The girls would hug you and encourages you tha you are safe now while being like this : 🤧 after crying.
Aizawa would let you have a 1 week break out of school to settle things down h̶e̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶h̶a̶v̶e̶a̶n̶s̶o̶f̶t̶s̶p̶o̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶y̶o̶u̶s̶i̶n̶c̶e̶y̶o̶u̶v̶e̶g̶o̶n̶e̶t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶a̶l̶o̶t̶.
Sato would bake you a cake to make you feel better and everyone in the class would be have a soft spot for you e̶v̶e̶n̶b̶a̶k̶u̶g̶o̶u̶ s̶h̶s̶h̶h̶s̶h̶s̶h̶🤧💕.
Note : the gif is note mine a̶n̶d̶s̶o̶a̶r̶e̶y̶o̶u̶
ORIGINALLY by : bokunosoul
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