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Tea Time
This fic is part of this writing challenge, as well as based on the prompt Tea Time from this prompt list.
Day 3 - Use the words: kitchen, date, music
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It has been a few days since Caduceus heard news from his blue tiefling friend, Jester. It doesn’t bother him much because he knows if something wrong happened, someone would have contacted him already, but he has to admit that he misses his friend’s bubbly voice in the mornings wishing him a good day and telling him news from home. Caleb doesn’t contact him as much as Jester does, so his silence is not as worrying, and as for Veth, she rarely messages him anyway. Of all his friends (they truly are nine now), only these three have means to communicate through long distances (well, them and Essek, but since the Drow is still a fugitive, there aren’t many opportunities for him to contact Caduceus or to appear at the grove), so Caduceus never expects the rest of the Nein to reach out.
But, as it happens, sometimes silence does not mean good things are afoot, and even if bad news travels fast, on some occasions, it doesn’t travel as fast as a teleporting purple Elf who appears in the middle of Caduceus’s garden. The Firbolg man is elbows-deep in mulch when a hint of purple and silver light flickers a mere few feet ahead of him and Essek, in his dark purple and black robes and curly white hair, flashes into existence.
“Mr. Clay,” The man greets, huffing as if he has been running for miles and miles. “I am sorry to appear unannounced. I was wondering if you have heard news from our friends?”
“Now, now. Take deep breaths, Mr. Essek,” Caduceus’s voice is calm as there is no need to panic just yet. He dusts off his hands and wipes them on a rag hanging from the pocket of his gardening apron, then adjusts the large brimmed sun hat on his head and takes a long good look at his guest. Essek’s hair is disheveled, his eyes are full of fear and worry, and his robes are somewhat askew. The nails of his shaky hands are bitten harshly, but what makes Caduceus worry the most is that the Drow’s feet are touching the ground. Essek must be in a real state of distraught if he didn’t even bother to cast his levitation spell.
“Please, come inside. Let me make you some tea,” Caduceus offers. Essek nods and follows him inside the cozy cottage. He sits on the stool at the kitchen table and watches as Caduceus removes his apron and cleans his hands. He then brings a kettle to boil on the wooden stove top and prepares two mugs with loose-leaf tea. Essek watches, his eyes wide and pupils blown and a leg shaking underneath the table, but he doesn’t speak.
“I have not heard from anyone in a few days,” Caduceus pours the boiling water over the leaves in the teapot and closes the lid to let it steep. He then sits down on a second stool in front of Essek. “I didn’t think anything of it.”
“I am afraid that something has happened, Mr. Clay,” Essek’s hands shake on his lap. “Caleb—Mr. Widogast and I had a… meeting of sorts scheduled for last night,” Essek’s purple cheeks deepen in color at this information and he hesitates. Caduceus shifts his gaze to the teapot between them to allow the man to gather his thoughts in privacy. After a few seconds of silence, Essek continues, “You know he never forgets anything. He is always on time, but last night… he didn’t appear, Mr. Clay, and I can’t help but fear that something has happened.”
Caduceus ponders the information in silence. He slowly removes the strainer of tea leaves from the teapot and pours two cups, one for him, one for Essek, who takes his with shaky hands. Caleb does indeed have a keen memory and an even keener punctuality, so if Essek is this distraught about his friend missing their “meeting”, then it must certainly be a big deal. But Caduceus isn’t learned in magic like Essek and Caleb, who get their arcane knowledge from books. Instead, he gets his powers from his deity and nature, so he has no way to contact his friends, but maybe the Wildmother can help.
“I have an idea, Mr. Essek,” he finally says. Essek’s eyes snap up with hope, but the Firbolg doesn’t offer any more information. Instead, he rises from his stool and walks out onto the grove. Essek tracks behind, towards a nook where the Clay family holds a shrine in honor of the Wildmother. On a stone pedestal sits a clay statue of the Goddess, a full-figured body enveloped by wild tangles of hair, leaves and vines, and underneath, a wreath of leaves and dried berries with a crooked staff in the middle. Caduceus gestures to a fallen log nearby, inviting Essek to sit before the Firbolg sits cross-legged in front of the statue. He gestures his hand to the ground and mushrooms, flowers and other greenery appear from the earth, as if the cleric has grown them himself, then he lights up a stick of incense and pours a bottle of a translucent liquid into a small bowl.
Caduceus closes his eyes and concentrates for a minute. The rustle of leaves turns into the sound of crashing waves, the smell of the moist earth beneath him becomes the salty scent of the ocean, and the music of the wind-chimes shifting in the morning breeze is replaced by the loud scream of gulls in the distance. When he opens his eyes, Caduceus sees that the hard rock he sits on ends on a tall, rough cliff, dozens of feet above the crashing waves of the Lucidian Ocean.
“Hello, Wildmother,” he says, smiling. An ocean-scented breeze caresses his cheek and ruffles his hair in greeting. “I was wondering if you have news from my friends. Are they together?” The breeze is soft and temperate when it rustles his pink hair, and for a moment, Caduceus swears he hears a warm, feminine voice whisper Some are. “Are any of them hurt?” Caduceus asks. The wind turns warm and brings the scent of copper in affirmation. His stomach turns nervously. Caduceus only has one question left, so he ponders his words well before he says, “Are they coming to seek my help?” Again, the warm breeze shifts past in affirmation, but this time it carries with the familiar scent of the Blooming Grove. Caduceus nods politely and wishes goodbye to the goddess. When he opens his eyes, Essek is standing on his feet, glaring anxiously.
“We must prepare,” Caduceus explains as calmly as he can, “They are alive but hurt. We need to get ready to help.” Essek nods, and as soon as his host is on his feet, he stalks him inside, where they ready cots, herbs, poultices and anything they might need.
Right on cue, as Essek finishes wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his cloak, a light flickers outside, bright orange like fire, and Caleb, Beauregard and Yasha fall to the ground, bloodied and gushing for air. Essek runs as fast as his legs allow him—he notices he’s out of shape since he rarely uses them anymore—to hold Caleb aloft as Caduceus runs to Beau and her Wife.
“There is no time for questions,” Caleb’s voice is hoarse, his face is scratched and blood gushes from his abdomen. Essek shakes his head and raises him to his feet, but both men’s legs shake with the weight. “Scheiße,” Caleb curses between his teeth, covering his injury with his free hand.
“Mr. Clay, we could use some help over here,” Essek’s voice shakes. His pupils are wide and refuse to leave the red stain that keeps growing on his lover’s torso. Caduceus runs back from the doorway where he left a not-so-injured Yasha to carry Beau and holds Caleb on the opposite side of Essek. Together, they manage to bring him inside and lie him on a spare cot and the healer is on him in an instant, cleaning the wound and channeling the Wildmother’s powers to cure him.
Caleb raises his rough hand to Essek’s damp face, a thumb wiping the tears that fall silently, and the Drow leans into the touch with his eyes closed. He knows one day the fugitive life will catch up to him and permanently separate him from the human he cares for so much, but Essek never considered the possibility that his lover could be the one to find himself on the wrong end of a sword sooner rather than later. Yet, here he is. Barely alive, yes, but here. “Sorry I missed our date, liebling,” Caleb apologizes with longing in his voice. It still pains him to see his frail human so hurt, so full of guilt for failing his promise. They don’t have many opportunities to be together, so they treasure every second, and for Caleb, missing out on a full day of Essek cuddles and reading must have been torture. So Essek smiles, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes, and says, “Do not worry Caleb Widogast. I will make sure you make it up to me.”
#critical role#cr fic#mighty nein#caduceus clay#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#shadowgast#<- background relationship#prompted#november writing challenge#in which I forgot how to spell 'caduceus' halfway through the fic
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Hey, I was wondering if you could do a match-up for Harry Potter! Specifically the Marauders Era.
Female, She/They, Pansexual
Plus size!, but more thighs (and boobs) than anything, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, i have glasses,
My personality is loving, patient, (surprisingly) smart and good at classes, but that's probably bc I'm determined and work hard- I can be really sassy though, nurturing, I have to stick to a semi strict schedule, forgiving, and I guess caring, also im an ambivert!! (I just kinda looked up personality traits and went with what I thought fit me. Bear with me.)
Likes: Reading, writing, SWEATERS, school, candles, blankets, sour candy, chocolate, sunflowers, sunsets, the moon
Dislikes: When my schedule gets completely destroyed, sudden and really big change, people who chew with their mouth open, feeling really embarrassed and like everyone is judging me, olives,
Extra fun facts: I have chronic headaches, bad knee problems in my right knee 😍, if I have an assignment I will always do way too much for it
Hope that's okay and you're okay with doing this, and I hope i did it right!!! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :)
Annos, please never apologize for spelling errors, lol. I don't know if you've read my posts, but I can not spell either. I am incredibly reliant on Grammarly, and my partner makes fun of me for it regularly.
Also, does anyone else pretend/feel like that lady from Mulan when they do these matchups? No, just me. Aight, I'll be in the corner now.
~~~~~MATCH UP~~~~~
Annon, I must match you with the sweetest boy of the tricksters.
Remus Lupin
~~Headcanons~~
This man would bake you and buy you the best chocolates. He will curb your sweet tooth like no tomorrow.
He respects a girl who is not afraid to be herself, and if anyone tries to put you down and make you get in your head, he's not scared to be a big bad wolf ( see what I did there )
He loves it when you can put up with his three headaches. Wait, he means friends.
He would want to study with you all the time, so much so that James, Sirius, and Peter complain about missing their friend.
MANS WOULD WEAR MATCHING SWEATERS PROVE ME WRONG
Remus strikes me as the guy who will get you flowers just because, so expect to be showered with your favorites. However, he always forgets that he should buy you flowers on a holiday.
Though he is afraid of the full moon, watching the skies with you any other time has become an enjoyable pastime, especially to see you light up.
When he has to hide away for the full moon, he makes you a goodie basket to 'remember' him by till he comes back.
If you are ever feeling unwell or hurt, he will carry you up to his dorm and make you comfy in his bed. He will get you all the fixings to cure your ailments. I'm talking hot water bottles, heavy blankets, blackout curtains, water, pain medicine, and, of course, cuddles.
~~~~~Blurb~~~~~
You sat in the library waiting for Remus to arrive for your study date. As you finished your potion essay for him to look over, an exhausted, panting Sirius appeared before you. You looked up at him, amused, "Y/N, I am telling you we need him for Quidditch. Please, please, tell him to skip Hogsmeade this weekend." As Sirius was begging, he got down on his knees.
Around the corner soon came James looking almost as exhausted as the other boy in front of you. You chuckle into your hand, knowing that the Librarian will soon grow tired of the Maurder's antics. "Boys, you know he is his own person, right? What makes you think I have any say." You looked at the boys innocently. With a scoff, Sirius stood, wrapping his arm around James' shoulder. "Y/N, the man is so in love with you that he talks to you in his dreams. Of course, he will listen to you."
Before you could open your mouth again, James and Sirius were on the floor, this time due to a perfectly timed nudge to the back of their knees. Remus looked up at you and smiled softly, "Hi, my sweet. I brought you some treats." Placing down your candy, which he knew you favored, he sat across from you, ready to study.
James popped up from the floor, "Look, Y/N, he's even wearing a matching jumper with you! We have asked to match as a group of friends for ages. You can't tell me this man isn't whipped." You laughed at the remark, watching Remus nudge the back of James' knee again, causing him to collapse.
~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~
(You are looking up at the stars with the whole friend group. Your head is placed in Remus' lap. Peter is asleep lounging on the grass. Sirius, James, and Lily are all leaning back, looking at the stars.)
Y/N: Do you think that when the first people watched the stars, they thought they were crazy when they started moving each night.
Sirius: Wait, do the stars move each night?
James: I thought it was the moon that moved.
Lily: Sometimes it amazes me how you two breathe on your own.
Remus: (rubbing his temples, feeling the headache coming on) I'm glad someone else said it.
I hope you enjoy!!
#harry potter#harry potter x reader#james potter#sirius black#peter pettigrew#remus lupin#remus x reader#remus lupin x reader#marauders x reader#lilly evans#match up#x reader#head canon
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Flash Thompson with an asexual s/o:
(I am not personally asexual so I don't have any first hand experience to go off of but I'm going to try my best to make these as accurate as possible but if anything if wrong or needs to be fixed please let me know!🥰 Gn!reader)
First off, you're gonna have to eventually spell it out for him
It's not that he doesn't know what asexuality is, he just won't put the pieces together until you outright tell him (Or unless Mj has enough of his stupidity)
He could tell something was up he just couldn't put his finger on what
Once he does find out however that may be he is nothing but supportive (Still a little confused at points though but he'll get the accurate info from his bby😌)
Flash genuinly gives me off vibes that he would not mind one bit (Like anyone shouldn't mind😤)
Like he just seems so chill to me in that aspect
I feel like the only issue he'd have with it is feeling worried he's not educated enough on it and frantically asking you EVERYTHING about it
He'd be so protective too if any of his friends make even the smallest joke about it he's on their ass
He's constantly spouting out random facts about it too to people
Like sitting in study hall with a group of people "Did you know asexuality has been around for years and years?" while staring into his phone
I know asexuality is different for everybody and Flash knows that too but sometimes he'd forget when he's being affectionate with you and panic thinking he went too far and made you uncomfortable
He'd always 1000% respect any and all of your boundaries all the way
If there was a lgbt club at your school he's immediately joining (And if anybody tries to give you crap about "Asexuality not belonging in the lgbtq+ community they better hope Flash doesn't find out)
He's kinda an ass sometimes to some people (Like Peter🤦) but overall I imagine him as the BEST boyfriend, like man's would do anything for you and he's gonna make sure you know how loved you are
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@lxsm2 I hope you like them!🥰 I believe this is my last current request from you but I also kinda feel like I forgot one so if I did please let me know!💖 And you're always welcome to request more anytime!🥰
#writing#request#requests#writing request#writing requests#flash thompson#eugene thompson#spiderman#spiderman flash thompson#spiderman eugene thompson#flash thompson x reader#flash thompson headcanons#eugene thompson x reader#eugene thompson headcanons#x reader#headcanons
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to hell with it
title: aim your arrow at the sky (1/9)
fandom: dragon age: inquisition
pairing: cullen/trevelyan
rating: mature
content warnings: references to child abuse, sucidal ideation
summary:
The point of a second chance is that it's the one you don't deserve.
Lena Trevelyan is haunted by three ghosts, only two of which are metaphorical, and only one of those is actually dead. Still, after an explosion at the Conclave leaves her with a mark on her hand and a sudden leadership position in the newly-formed Inquisition, she means to do right by them.
Oh, and by the Inquisition, too.
author’s notes: so, it’s like this. i hit a nasty dry spell due to 2018 (and 2019) (and 2020) (and 2021) (and 2022) being Like That and decided to just, like. start writing. anything. even, to pick an example completely at random, my wildly in-depth and only mostly canon-compliant-ish headcanon regarding my inquisitor in da:i. you know, just anything, even if i never posted it because it’s in a fandom i’ve only played one-third of the canon for and have read exactly one-half of one fanfiction in and have only vaguely trawled the tags on tumblr for. in fact, i thought, that’s perfect! because no one was going to see my rusty-ass self-indulgent writing, i could just let go and write whatever the heck i wanted without any expectations or fear of disappointing anyone!
and it worked! i got writing!
a lot.
after the first, oh, 30,000 words i went “i have put entirely too much time, effort, and thought into this fic to not share it” but i also wanted to see if there was any interest at all in this before i continue from the over 70k words i already have written. so here’s part one, as an appetizer.
is there an audience for this? i have no idea. will it be loved or loathed or totally ignored? i couldn’t tell you. is it entirely compliant with the world as shown in all three of the games? i mean, as much as i could glean from the codex entries and an exhaustive number of pages on the dragon age wiki, but it’s entirely possible that i got something wrong, and if so, please just roll with it and don’t tell me unless it's something tiny i can fix in ten minutes or less.
so! this is basically, at its heart, a novelization of the game except with some heavy liberties taken, many scenes added and some altered or rearranged, and an extra three cups of humanism added to the mix because that is who i am as a person. each part covers one major storyline quest, and early on it follows the script pretty closely, mainly only in the first chapter, but that will rapidly become less and less the case as we progress through the story, and eventually be significantly different beyond the so-called “stations” of the canon.
all the introductory quotes are from discworld novels by terry pratchett, because again, that is who i am as a person.
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open your eyes, and then open your eyes again.
—the wee free men
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Lena awoke in a place both horribly familiar and completely alien, staggering to her feet and reeling — she felt hungover, head splitting and throbbing, every heartbeat a hammer-blow to the skull. She was in a dark place, cold, lit green and black; she knew it, but like a song she’d heard once as a child and nearly forgotten, only the barest trace of the tune lingering in the back of her throat. She knew this place. She knew it. She —
— there were… things behind her, huge spiders with thousands of eyes, glittering like the jewels in Grandmother’s dress. A voice she could never, ever forget said her name from somewhere off to the side, and filled her with a panic so profound that it nearly choked the breath out of her.
Hurry!
She turned away from the spiders and began running, stumbling over her feet, toward the new voice: a glow in the shape of a Chantry sister, reaching out to her from atop a high place. The spiders chased, the sister reached, and Lena staggered against the rock, faltered, then threw her left hand forward, to grasp the figure.
Everything went white.
There was a moment, or half of one, where she breathed in smoky air and heard voices yelling and the clanking of armor, a single flash of reality between the light and the darkness, before she collapsed.
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wooo! love as consumption!!
warning- i have written this in three sessions, while ill with covid, with a concussion that i had to got to two different hospitals for,and then whacking it in words spell n grammar check
warnings: violence, dubiously consentual violence???(one of them is possesed and made the other one hurt them) not realy that sexual in theory other than a kiss but loooottt of violence? idk. this is fuked up and im not in my right mind and if i dont publish it now im never gonna get rid of it
"Cut me open, love"
"Take the knife, cut me, tear me"
Volkov’s eyes were solid gold, and red could sense the blood turning to the precious metal, magic spreading through there loves body.
wide eyes begging for their blood to be shed
Volcov tugged them down
"I’ll tell you a secret. it has to be you"
"Juno-"
"no. she couldn’t come back from it,"
Volkov’s tone tuned forceful
"Remember, you and I are the monsters"
"I can’t hurt you" a truth that was crumbling before reds eyes, a false promise, hollow even as they believed it
"You can if I will it." a pause, and then golden eyes glowed from within, a threat and a promise "you can do anything if I will it"
the danger. the tightrope, kissing and loving with a knife to their throat, an axe waiting to fall. red was used to the rush that came from the blade being close. but this wasn’t it. this was hollow
"I don’t want that. they don’t want that." regret, almost. *almost*
"Which are you now?" a question they knew would go unanswered, but they both had their lines and parts to play
"Someone you love. someone who wants you to use that knife."
"And if I don’t?"
"You will. willingly or not. the fates decree it." the metallic ring to the voice on the last words. set their heat a-ring with fear like a bell
"What if I pull a you. I shed the yoke and all that."
"I was given that privilege, you." and this looked like it hurt Volcov to say "you don’t get to do that. the fates will not bend to anyone’s whims but their own"
"And yours?"
"I am their daughter, I am their failure, they do not bend to my whims but my sword"
"And you will yield to my blade"
"And I will yield to you"
"I don’t want to do this"
"Liar. blood is how we love. consumption is our nature. we the monsters"
grip the knife. unbutton Volkov’s shirt. look at their pleased smile. don’t think about how it’s wrong. don’t look at the golden eyes. red accepted sharing Volcov with others long ago. but not like this.
pretend you’re at home. pretend the eyes on you are Juno. pretend this all a game. pretend you have a choice.
pretend that some part of them doesn’t enjoy the cut of the blade, the gold welling up, to see Volkov’s coy smile break into a grin, the arc of their back, begging for the knife, the pain.
feel the flesh part, feel the lack of bone, put your hands in and spread wide, watch the gold stain your hands, marvel at how beautiful you both look, watch the beating of their heart.
forget that you’re killing them. forget that they may not survive
take the knife, cut the veins. hold it, cup it.
hold your loves heart in your hands.
stare at it. almost in shock
watch as Volcov takes a finger, swipes it through the blood on their chest, then reaches towards red, and runs their blood-soaked finger over reds lips
"I almost forgot how good you looked in gold" Volcov practically purred
ignore the fact that your eyes are as wide as they can be. ignore how-
and Volcov slams up into them, lips locking on reds, blood trickling into reds mouth, and oh how it tastes so good.
one hand holding Volkov’s heart trapped between them, they use the other to stabilise them both, drowning out the world around with the metallic bitterness of blood and the noise of blood on flesh.
revel in the taste of your lovers lifeblood on your lips, the two of you becoming one, the monster insides chains of nicety dissolved by the golden acid revelling in the violence.
they always said that the line between love and hate was a knifes edge, often existing simultaneously, but lovemaking and violence... well let it never be said Volcov dint teach them anything.
thoughts wonder away from flesh and blood to the wet muscle in their hands, how might a seers heart taste? they had devoured many a mortal, but rarely one so touched by higher beings. [never one so loved by them]
would the love sweeten the flesh? or would the holiness sting as the flesh was consumed, still. a small price to pay for the ultimate way of being one with another.
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Since nonnatives like erasing us so much
Happy indigenous history month and pride month to everyone, I hope every Indigenous, Métis, and Inuk person has a great month, if you're still struggling with the news there are a lot of new resources and numbers that may help
nonnatives dont add anything unless its support
#🖤❤️💛🤍#indigenous#indigenous history month#please support indigenous artists#and learn about the land you live on#and ive already dealt with enough so colonizers SHUT THE FUCK UP#good luck with your reconnecting everyone <33#if i spelled anything wrong or am forgetting anyone please tell me#we deserve to be heard
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Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)
Anonymous asked:
for the lore Olympus ask but with the dateables.
(Deleted this ask by accident but here it is)
Comfort spell gone wrong
Not only had the brothers been completely horrible the past few weeks but even your friends in purgatory hall and Diavolo himself had been too busy for you.
You understood that Simeon was busy helping Luke work through some things. But still, being brushed aside after the brothers had been so cruel towards you hadn’t helped your crumbling self-worth.
Solomon had heaved a big sigh and told you “They're demons Mc. It’s what they do. You’re going to have to grow a thicker skin. Besides, I don’t have time to help you with something so trivial.” Before handing you a page from a spellbook “if you really can’t deal with it yourself use this for comfort.”
You’d undeniably ruined Barbatos’s hard work when you’d tripped and tipped over the cake he’d been working on all morning. The demon had shooed you from his domain with barely concealed rage and asked you not to come back until “you can prevent yourself from causing me more work.”
Diavolo, despite always telling you you could come to him with your troubles, had snapped that Solomon seemed to be doing just fine. “So maybe you need to try harder, Mc. Rather than blaming your problems on other people.”
The spell Solomon had given you seemed simple enough. Although it was in an unfamiliar mix of Latin and Infernal. Couldn’t hurt to try though. At least not anymore than you were already hurting. You’d cast the spell, stumbling through a few words and thinking it hadn’t worked when nothing happened. Figures you couldn’t do it, you were still new to magic and just as useless at it as everyone had so kindly reminded you the last few days. It still sapped your energy though, stupid spell. You closed your eyes thinking that maybe it was better that the spell didn’t work. You’d never live down the embarrassment if anyone found out you tried to use a comfort spell.
Lucifer calls the others asking if anyone has seen you, after several days of radio silence from you. Solomon, Luke, and Simeon rush to the house of Lamentation once they hear you haven’t been seen for days. They find Lucifer and the brothers crowded around you, worriedly discussing the spell which has covered you and your room in vines. Babratos and Diavolo are already there, both looking guilty. Solomon feels his stomach drop when he recognizes the page from the spellbook.
“Lucifer, I recognize that spell, I gave it to them when-” Solomon begins
“Yes, it figures you would have your hands in this Solomon.” Lucifer glares.
It’s Simeon who steps forward to undo the spell, giving Luke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze on his way by. “Lucifer if you would,” he says gesturing to your form “this will take both our magics to undo, I believe.”
Solomon:
Shit, shit! Solomon recognizes that spell! He gave it to you.
It wasn’t supposed to do this, it was just a simple comfort spell!
But he can’t help feeling responsible for what's happened.
He feels like he should have known, should have realized something was going on when he gave you that spell.
You’d just wanted to talk, but he was so caught up in trying to find a way to make pacts with the brothers that he totally brushed you off.
He handed you a page out of a spellbook instead. And told you to deal with things yourself.
Solomon is crushed. He has always told you that if you ever need to talk to another human, he’d be there. But he wasn’t. He told you to deal with it alone.
When Simeon and Lucifer break the spell he is by your side in an instant.
Hands fluttering over your body, brushing withering plants off you. Feeling utterly useless.
The spell had gotten so convoluted and twisted in ways he’d never seen before, he hadn’t even been able to break it.
You blink your eyes open, Solomon’s distraught face coming into focus.
“Mc, I shouldn’t have given you that spell. I’m so sorry. I-I said I’d always help you if you needed me but all I did was hurt you instead.”
He wants to distance himself from you. But he knows that won’t make you feel any better. It won’t make him feel better either.
Instead, he’ll be far more careful with the magic he gives you. He’ll start teaching you more magic, so you can practice spells safely.
But he’ll also do his best to make sure you never need a comfort spell again.
He wants to be your comfort.
Solomon will plan elaborate outings and magic filled dates. He gets all these grand ideas and half of them turn into disasters but somehow he’ll make sure the two of you still have fun.
It’s easy for Solomon to forget that he needs to communicate better. But he’s trying. Instead of snapping at you again he’ll be sure to set aside time for himself. Besides, being in the Devildom is more fun with an apprentice anyways, plus teaching you magic gives him plenty of time to make sure you are happy too.
Simeon:
Simeon is shocked when he sees you.
A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the spell sucking the energy from your body.
His eyes don’t miss the botched comfort spell on the ground and he wonders why you didn’t come to him.
And then he realizes. You did. But he brushed you off to help Luke and even when you were hurting you didn’t want to burden him.
He feels like he’s failed you by making you feel like you couldn’t come to him.
When you open your eyes Simeon is the first thing you see.
He gently brushes the plants from your face and hair.
“Oh my sweet little lamb, you are never a burden to me. I am so sorry I made you feel you couldn’t come to me.”
Simeon brings you to Purgatory hall while your room is cleaned.
He gently untangles bits of plant matter from your hair, humming what must be some Celestial lullaby to you.
“Mc,” he begins once he’s removed the remaining plants from your hair and skin, and you’ve allowed yourself to relax into him. “Forgive me, Mc. I should have seen how much you were hurting.”
He is being so gentle with you. But his voice takes a stern edge as he tells you “Next time you feel like this, promise me you will come to me. If you tell me what’s going on I will always have time for you.”
Simeon makes sure to check in on you now, to make time for you. He’ll invite you to Purgatory hall for dinners and/or sleepovers. Oftentimes Luke joins you. But sometimes he’ll sneak you in so the sleepover is your little secret.
Diavolo:
Oh, Mc! He hasn’t seen a spell like this in centuries.
He knows it’s a mistake, but the power it must have taken to cast this spell is impressive.
He’s curious to know what kind of power you’ll have after you’ve been trained properly.
That not to say he isn’t concerned, it's just he knows the spell can be undone, and he finds it easier to deal with the situation if he doesn’t think about how close he came to losing you.
He’ll request that the brothers keep a closer eye on you, not that they weren’t going to anyway.
Diavolo will scoop you from the tangled vines, brushing the remaining vines from your skin as he carries you from your room.
He sits down on his throne, with you still held in his arms. For a moment you're afraid of his thunderous expression.
And then his eyes soften. “Mc,” he whispers. Emotion making his throat tighten, choking off his voice. “Why?”
“Why don’t you find a human who can do better than me Diavolo? You said so yourself, I’m a disappointment.”
“Mc, I didn’t mean! I didn’t want you to-! I didn’t”
He knows what he said. But he never meant for you to take it to heart like this. He was just stressed and he took it out on you.
“I’m sorry, Mc. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You haven’t disappointed me. I’m sorry I made you feel like you can’t rely on me. Please understand that I would do anything in my power for you.”
A frightening promise from the prince of the Devildom.
Diavolo is careful to control himself in the future. To prevent himself from letting his stress and anger get the better of him.
Careful to remind you how important you are to him, and not just because you are an exchange student, but because he cares for you.
Barbatos:
Anger. Fear. Barbatos tumbles between the two emotions.
It seems that by placing you in this timeline to protect you from Belphagor’s anger he has put you in a new kind of danger. One he didn’t see coming.
This makes him question his decision not to look into the future more than necessary.
Humans are so fragile. And this is just more proof of that fact.
Barbatos is by your side the moment you wake up.
He is lifting you to your feet and guiding you from your room.
Barbatos is a perfect gentleman as he helps you clean up. Helping you scrub the plants from your skin, wrapping you in the softest blankets.
But he remains silent the whole time.
Once you are safely tucked into bed Barbatos speaks. “Mc, I know I have made you feel useless. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I should have known better.”
For a moment you think he’s going to leave, that that’s all he is going to say.
But then he asks if he can stay with you. If the answer is yes, he’ll curl around you in your bed. Holding you to him as if you are likely to disappear.
It has been a long time since Barbatos has had something or someone he has been afraid to lose. “I’m sorry Mc. Please know you can come to me, even if I may be upset. I’d rather you make me face my shortcomings then lose you.”
Barbatos starts having you over for tea more often. He’ll take you on errands with him, if he thinks you’d find them at all interesting.
Mostly he just wants more excuses to spend time with you.
This made him realize how important you are to him and he’ll make sure you know it.
Luke:
Scared little sibling vibes.
Luke is so scared to see you like this!
You are so still and pale that he thinks you might be dead.
When you open your eyes he is so relieved.
Please don’t scare him like this again!
He’s got tears in his eyes, and he half yells half cries at you “Mc! You- you can’t just do something like this. What if- if you had died? I know these demons-” he shoots a watery glare at the demons “can make you feel sad but you’re my friend.”
He’ll ask you to stay at Purgatory hall for a while. He 100% thinks this is all the brother’s fault.
In fact he wants you to move into Purgatory hall permanently and he is so insistent that Diavolo might just let you if that's what you want.
He’ll make sure you know that he sees you as a big sibling, a friend that he could never replace “so please don’t think nobody cares Mc. I know we’re not really related but you’re like a sibling to me.”
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you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie
Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff
sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;
(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)
You were flat out drunk.
Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.
If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.
“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.
“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.
It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.
Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.
As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.
“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.
“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”
“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.
“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.
“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.
“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”
“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”
And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.
“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.
You’d always felt left behind.
It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.
You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.
No charge. Great.
The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.
“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.
As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.
“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.
“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.
“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.
“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.
“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.
“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.
“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”
“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.
Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.
“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.
“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.
“Of what Y/N/N?”
“Being a nobody.”
“You’re not a nobo—”
“Harry I am—”
“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”
“It’s okay, thank you.”
“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”
“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”
“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”
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chapter 2: the agreement
summary: after an unfortunate turn of events you're faced with an agreement, on that you didn't know of.
word count: 4.2k
(warnings! slight nsfw themes, mentions of blood, weapons, language, violence (punching), please let me know if i forgot anything)
A week. You had been at Castle Leoch for a week. It felt like an eternity. The days weren’t so hard as you spent time in the kitchen with Mrs. Fitz, helping her prepare meals and other duties but the nights were the worst. You’d lay in bed and just cry, cry out for your parents, your brothers, your home, home. You weren’t even sure if you'd ever get back. The thought of never seeing your family again only made your wails louder, how you haven't woken anyone up was beyond you.
As a new day began, you were sat in the chair of the small vanity, Mrs. Fitz behind you as she slowly brushed your hair, a sorrowful look plastered on your face.
“What's wrong dear?” she said, stilling the brush in your hair.
“Mrs. Fitz, can I tell you something?” she nodded her head “Of course you can.” turning around to face her, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before speaking.
“I’m not from here, from this time. I was on vacation with my family…in the year twenty-twenty two..two hundred years from now. It was Samhain and I went to Craig Duain and touched the stone and somehow I ended up here. I don’t think I can ever return to my time.” as her face contorted into fear she began backing away from you, gripping her chest. “I have to get back to the stone.”
“I see you for what you are now.”
“What?”
“Be done, evil demon! I abjure thee!” she yelled out, turning away to escape, you chasing after her. “No, Mrs. Fitz..”
“I’m a good Christian woman! I’ll not let you spell me.” she screamed as you grabbed her arm, attempting to bring her back, her fighting against your hold.
“Witch! Witch!”
“Mrs. Fitz, no!” you yelled out, a hand coming across your face, bringing you back to reality. There you still sat in the small wooden chair, the woman who you had imagined slapped you, still brushing your hair.
“Oh, aye.” she said, hands still at work “Hundred of Kiszkas will be turning up in the next few days for the gathering. Are you listening to me, child?”
“Sorry, what? Gathering? I’m not familiar with that term.” you said, bringing your head up.
“Tis where all the Kiszka men come from Poland come and plight their oath to the clan in hope of protection from Kelly. You see child Poland’s aristocracy is falling, every wealthy person being
driven to all parts of the world. Young Kelly and Karen narrowly escaped with the wee ones, including Danny, poor boy his parents didn’t make it so they decided to take him in. Last gathering was decades ago when Kelly was made laird. I’m fair glad you’re here to handle the physicking. You do well with that. They will not forget it.” she explained, setting down the brush on the vanity before moving onto the next task. If you could get in Kelly and Dougals good graces, perhaps they would trust you enough to finally be able to leave on your own, without the watch of guards.
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Walking into the grand hall for dinner once again all eyes on you as you made your way to your designated seat. Standing up, Jake pulled out your seat for you, muttering a quiet thank you as you sat down. Eating the meal in front of you, Josh looked over at you, a small smirk on his lips.
“Mistress, do you have a husband?” he asked, making you choke slightly on the food.
“Pardon?” you asked after you had swallowed your food successfully this time.
“Well a beautiful lass like you must already be married.” Josh said. Shaking your head at him you let a small smile play on your lips.
“No, I am not married.” you replied, your confession making Josh shoot a wink at Jake, who had a small blush on his cheeks. Was Josh asking if you were married for Jake? Was Jake too shy to ask himself?
“Mistress Evers.” Kelly said, grabbing your attention. “I have a question to ask ye.”
“Yes, my laird?”
“Our castle has been without a healer for quite some time. I was hoping you would take the position seeing since you bandaged up young Jacob here and fever hasn’t carried him off yet.” Kelly was asking you to stay, indefinitely, meaning your chances of returning home were nonexistent anymore.
“Certainly sir, I’d love to.” you lied.
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A few of Kelly’s men show you what the past healer liked to call his ‘surgery’, a dungeon-esque room filled with books on medicine, an assortment of herbs, amongst other things that could be used for this time period.
“You know the uses for these positions and such?” one of them asked. Nodding your head the men grunted and took off, leaving you alone in the cold, dark and damp room. Grabbing onto your stomach you brought yourself down to the ground slowly as broken sobs left your mouth, the sounds bouncing off the stone walls causing a small echo. The realization had set in that you would never go home, that you were destined to spend the rest of your days here.
“For headache, take ye one ball of horse dung. It is to be carefully dried.” you muttered to yourself, pacing around the surgery as you read from one of the books. Medicine and caring for those of Castle Leoch seems the most logical way for you to earn their trust, but in order to do that without raising suspicion, you’d have to find a way to apply 21st century medicine using only the methods and equipment available in the 18th century.
Picking up a small jar labeled ‘slaters’ you popped the lid off, dumping its contents into the palm of your hand. Small brow shaped things cupped in the palm of your hand you soon realized them to be bugs. Letting out a yelp you threw them down onto the ground, wiping your hand off on the skirt of your dress. “Woodlice! Jesus Christ!”
As you moved around the surgery, tidying up to your liking, one of Kelly’s men stood at the door, Angus was his name you found out, keeping a watchful eye on you as you moved about. Alongside the jars of pigeons’ blood, ant eggs, and powdered human skull, whose you wondered. There were a number of herbs and extractions in the old healers collection that might actually be helpful.
As the days moved along countless people came to you with wounds that needed tending, ranging from men to small children. The man who was supposed to be your guard began to spend his time in the kitchen with one of his friends while you were seeing patients. You told yourself this was a good sign of trust, a feeling he would hopefully share with Kelly and Dougal.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” you said, placing your body in front of the two men who had mugs of whatever alcoholic drink. “I could use some help in the surgery. The discarded medicines need to be disposed of.” your voice with a stern and commanding tone.
“What are you two drunkards still doing taking up space in my kitchen? If you’re not working here, be gone with ye.” Mrs. Fitz said, pointing at the two men.
“We’re just following orders. Keeping an eye on this one.” Angus slurred.
“Oh, and has she been hiding at the bottom of your mug for the past two hours?” Mrs. Fitz countered, making you giggle out as you shoved a few berries into your mouth. Suddenly the sound of a plate crashing grabbed everyone's attention, Mrs. Fitz ran over to the woman who stood there, small cries coming from her.
“Oh, Shona. Dinna fash yourself over this. Go on home now. Be with your other wee bairns.” Mrs. Fitz said with a comforting tone as she ushered the woman out of the kitchen. Walking over to Mrs. Fitz, planting yourself beside her as she resumed her work. “Who was that?” you asked.
“Kelly’s chambermaid.” she said, looking at you for a brief moment,
“Is she going to be all right?” you asked, truly wondering if she was okay.
“Aye, in time. Her boy died last night, wee Lindsey Mchale.” she said, crossing her fingers over her body, the guards doing the same.
“What happened? Why did nobody come and get me?”
“Oh, Miss, what ailed wee Lindsey has no mortal cure.”
“He went up to an eaghais dhubh, he did. Cursed land full of demons.” Angus spoke up, shivering at the words. Nodding your head, deciding not to push further into the uncomfortable subject.
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Mrs. Fitz had requested your help with gathering food for the kitchen. Grabbing a small wicker basket and venturing out past the walls of the castle. Walking across the field a small herd of sheep enjoying the green grass you found a sense of pleasure in touching growing things once more, your mother always said you had a green thumb as your apartment was always filled with lively green plants, and felt the satisfaction of helping them thrive. In your past when you weren’t on long shifts at the hospital you would be home, reading through a book of different plants and flowers, studying their uses, which ones were safe and which ones could kill you in a minute.
Bending down you saw a small cluster of mushrooms growing on the side of the tree. Picking a piece off and bringing it up to your mouth to blow the dirt off.
“Those kind are poison.” a voice came, startling you, making you jump and hit your head off a low hanging tree branch, a small laugh coming from the mysterious voice at your mishap. Turning around you saw a woman draped in a light blue cloak, red fiery hair peeking through.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.” she said.
Sighing you let yourself laugh at the situation as well “I imagine it was funny from over there. Thanks for the warning though, but I do know those mushrooms are poisonous” you said, removing your hand from the spot on your head.
“Who is it you're planning to do away with?” she asked, her cheery voice came across “Your husband, perhaps? Tell me if it works and I’ll try it on mine.” laughing at her statement you walked over to the area she was sitting at, bending down to inspect the herbs beside her in the small garden.
“Actually...Now, while the caps of these mushrooms are poisonous, you can make a powder out of the dried fungi. It's very effective in stopping bleeding when applied topically” you explained.
“Fancy that. My name is Geillis. Geillis Duncan.” She introduced herself.
“I’m sorry I should’ve introduced myself. My name is-”
“I know who you are, Y/n” she cut you off “The village has been humming with talk of ye since you came to the castle.”
“What is it they’re saying about me?” you inquired, hoping it was all good things.
“That you’re likely a Sassenach spy.” she said, rising from her spot and walking closer to where you were bent down at. “You know, those will start bleeding.” pointing at the pale purple flowers behind you, making you turn back to look at them. “To get rid of a child you don’t want, brings on your flux. But only if you use it early. Too late, and it can kill you as well as the child. The girls in the village come to me every now and again for such things.” she said walking behind you. “They say I’m a witch.”
“...Are you?”
“Hardly. Although I am aware of how wood betony can transform toads into pigeons.” she ended with a chuckle, you returning one. “You should come visit me sometime down in the village. I have a cabinet full of potions and medicinal I wager would tickle your fancy. But I hope I’ll see you tonight at the hall.”
“The hall?”
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The sound of bagpipes filled the room as the crowd separated as Kelly and his men walked in, you standing beside Geillis as you watched him make his way to his seat. Taking his seat he held up his hand, the music instantly stopping as the man in the corner of the room announced a name.
“Masters William Talbot and Fingal Duncan, will ye stand forth?” two men walked up to where Kelly was, stopping just shy of a few feet as one began speaking Gaelic. Turning to Geillis in hopes of translation she returned the look back. “They’re neighbors.” she said softly only for you to hear. “Having a dispute over a cow.” making you both chuckle lightly.
“A cow?” you questioned, finding the idea funny of men arguing over cattle. Kelly continued the conversation in the same language, ending his sentence as the room filled with laughter at the end. As the laughter died down you turned back to Geillis.
“He says. Well, let me see..”
“It’s all right. I have quite the feeling something would be lost in translation.” you said, bringing your attention back to the man who made the announcements throughout the night, Geillis translating the whole time for you.
A young woman was brought forth to Kelly, a man gripping her arm as she looked at the floor, as the man began speaking.
“Uh-oh.” Geillis said, pressing her fingers to her lips. “Her father accuses her of loose behavior.'' The emotion in the room was tense and on edge as the man continued, the girl trying to break free of her fathers grasp. “Her father wishes the Kiszkas to have her punished for disobedience.” turning your head you could see Jake standing with his brothers, arms crossed over his chest as he watched intently. Kelly spoke, murmurs coming from the onlookers as Jake turned to Josh, whispering in each other's ears. Four men surrounded the girl, grabbing each arm to secure her, your attention still on the twins as Josh now had a hand to Jake’s chest before he shouted out something, making the room gasp out. Moving from his brother to his father you watched as he made eye contact with the girl before turning to his father and speaking to him in the language they had been all night. “He’s offering to take the girl’s punishment.” Geillis said with a bit of hurry in her voice.
“What.” you said unbelievably. “But he’s still injured.” Geillis just nodded her head. The man and Jake begin speaking back and forth “They're arguing it now.” she translated. Kelly spoke up, ceasing the argument, the look of relief on the girl's face at his words, a smirk playing on Jakes. “He allows it.” Soon the positions were changed, Jake taking the girls place as she ran off to the side where Mrs. Fitz had appeared, embracing the old woman with small cries. Jake spoke up one last time, murmurs filled the air once more. “He chooses fists.” scoffing, you shook your head. “Fists?” Geillis nodded. “Rather than the whip.” Josh walked up his brother, pulling him in “If ye’d wanted a beating. I’d been happy to oblige ye.”
“Aye, but…You might have done some real damage.” Jake replied back.
“Watch yourself, brother. Our uncle is up to something.” Jake smirked and scoffed at his brother's words. A man situated himself in front of Jake, turning around to look at Kelly who simply nodded before the man landed a blow to Jake’s stomach making him keel over before regaining his composure with a chuckle as the man landed another blow moving behind Jake as he brought his knee up, connecting with Jake’s back. Turning to Geillis, worry painted on your face “How long must this go on for?” you whispered.
Looking back at you, a piece of her red hair twisting between her fingers “Only until blood’s drawn. Usually when their nose is broken.”
A blow landed right on Jake’s nose making you suck in a deep breath at the sound. Coming back up Jake spit out blood that entered his mouth onto the ground. “This is barbaric.” you hissed, disgusted at the fact this was a punishment a father had let his son take. More blows landed on Jake, each one to a different part of his body till one last hard punch sent him to ground, blood flying from his nose, groans coming from the crowd. You attempted to run up to him but was stopped by Geillis. “Y/n, stay here.” she said softly, holding onto your arm. Josh walked over to his brother, extending an arm to help him up as Jake glared at his father and uncle as he walked up and bowed the best he could before walking away with Josh’s arm wrapped around him. Moving from your spot to follow them Geillis stopped you once more. “This way is quicker and you’ll stir less gossip.” she said, taking you by the arm as she led you down a secret way to the surgery where Jake was already waiting for you.
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“Here.” you said, pouring a mixture of warm water and herbs into a cup, handing it off to Jake who happily took it.
“Why did you do that?” you asked, grabbing his attention as he brought the cup down from his lips. “Take that girl’s punishment? Do you know her?” grabbing a wet cloth as you dapped at the blood that caked his face, grunts of pain coming from the man.
“Ken who she is.” he said with a grunt. “Haven’t really spoken to her, though.”
“Then why?”
“It would have shamed the lass to have been beaten in the hall before everyone that knows her. Taken a long time to get over it. It’s easier for me. I’m sore but I’m nae really damaged. I’ll get over it in a couple days.” he explained, you still dabbing at the cuts on his forehead, eyes staring right into each other.
Mrs. Fitz walked into the room, carrying a tray full of different plants. “Oh, here ye are, lad.” she said, setting the tray down on the table, mixing a liquid that was in a cup. “Rinse yer mouth with this. It’ll cleanse the cuts and ease the pain. Willow bark tea with a bit of ground orris root. Ground up well.” bringing the cup over to him, Jake taking it from her hands with a smile as took a mouthful quickly swallowing. “Top of life.” he said.
“What you did was kindly meant, lad.” Mrs. Fitz said softly, placing a loving hand on Jake’s shoulder. Turning her attention to you she explained how the girl was her granddaughter, a muffled sob in her words as she left, most likely to go back to her. Grabbing the cups and placing them on the table. “Take that bandage off your shoulder in the next two days.”
“Would it not be easier if you did that?” he asked, a smile still on his face.
“Yes, but I’ll be gone tomorrow. I’m visiting a friend down in the village.” you explained.
“Ah. I see.” he said, slight disappointment on his face as he stood up from the stool he was sitting on. Both of you stood there in silence, staring at each other before a loud crash came from up stairs, breaking the peaceful silence. Quickly grabbing his stuff Jake made his way up the stairs and back to the hall as you followed closely behind him. Reaching the hall you saw men in British army uniforms surrounding the guests, guns pointed at them ready to fire in case anyone stepped out of line.
“Now, tell me, where is the colonist?” the familiar voice rang in your ears. The same voice from the man who attacked you on the river bank when you first showed up. He was standing near Kelly, a gun pointed right at him. The sound of your approaching footsteps announced your arrival, making him turn back to look at you. “Ah there she is. Ma’am, please allow me to formally introduce myself.” he said, tucking the weapon back into his belt as he took off his hat. “I am Alexander Jonathan Remus, captain of his majesty's 8th dragoons. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Standing up from his seat, Kelly drew the blade that was at his side, pointing it straight at the man. “We dinna care for who you are, what do you want with mistress Evers?”
“We have deduced that this woman is a stowaway from the colonies and we intended to take her back to where she belongs, now if you’d so kindly hand her into my custody if you may.” Alexander said, holding out his hand to you.
“She’s not going anywhere.” Jake seethed, drawing his blade as well. You moved yourself behind him, his free arm reaching behind him to make sure you were out of harm's way.
“Well so be it, if the woman is not brought to Fort Williams in three days we will come back and take her by force.” he said, collecting his men and just like that they were gone.
~~~~
“We do not have much time Captain Remus is expecting Mistress Evers to be delivered to him in two days. Now, we are all about to embark on a boat made entirely of paper. The letter of the law is the only thing keeping Y/n out of Remus’s hands. And so if it is to work, then we have to follow it to the letter. The marriage must be consummated right away and witnesses must swear that they were present in the building if not in the room itself.” Ned, the family lawyer, said to Kelly who was silent as thoughts raced through his head.
“Does Y/n know about all this?” Jake asked from beside Kelly.
“She has no say in the matter.” Dougal said. “She’s a smart lass. She’ll see the reason for it in the end.”
“It's settled then. I’ll make the announcement at tonight's gathering.” Kelly said, quieting down the room. All nodded in agreement.
~~~~
As the hall filled with chatter, men lined up in front of Kelly to swear their allegiance to him. You watched silently as they all spoke the same words over and over till the last one.
The crowd of people shuffled into the dining hall, taking seats wherever. Just as you were about to sit down one of the servants came over and stopped you. “The laird has requested that you sit at the family table beside Jake Mistress.” she said, leading you over to the open chair beside Jake. Sitting down you gave Jake a confused look, him returning one as well. Standing up, Kelly shouted out, making the room go quiet.
“After careful consideration from yesterday I have decided to announce the engagement of my son, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, to the lovely Y/n Evers!” the sentence leaving Kelly’s mouth, making your blood run cold and your body tense up. Grabbing your hand, Jake brought you both up from your seats as the room filled with cheers. You had just been informed that you were engaged, engaged to a man you’ve only known for a week.
~~~~
“You knew!” you screamed at Jake as you paced around your room. “You knew and you didn’t tell me!”
“It’s for yer own protection, lass.” he said standing up, placing his hands on your shoulder, stilling your body.
“They want us to be married and you’re willing?” you said.
“Well, ye’ve mended my wounds more than once. I feel I owe ye something for all that. Besides what kind of friend would I be if I left ye to that mad bastard Remus” Jake thought of you as his friend after a week, you barely knew anything about him and he was willing to marry you just so you could be protected?
“But surely there's someone else you're interested in?” you asked, hoping he would say yes.
“Oh, am I promised?” he said with a laugh. “No. I’m not much of a prospect for a wife. Most women don’t like it when their husbands are off everyday getting themselves shot.”
“So that’s it then. As far as you’re concerned we can just get married tomorrow?”
“Aye. Whatever suits ye.” he said, taking a seat on your bed.
“Jake, I’ve..I’ve laid with men before. Won’t it bother you that I’m..not a virgin?” you confessed, searching for an ounce of disgust and regret on his face at the situation he agreed to but what you saw was the complete opposite, his face was more nervous than anything.
“Well, uh, no. As long as it dosena bother that I am. I reckon one of us should ken what they’re doing.”
All you could do was stare at him in complete silence as he got up from the bed and left, bidding you a good night.
Getting ready for bed, the thoughts racing through your mind even as you laid in bed, all you knew was that tomorrow you would be married. A wedding full of people you didn’t know, a man who was now going to be your husband that you knew nothing about, a wedding where your family wasn't in attendance. A wedding where your father won’t get to walk you down the aisle, a wedding where your drunk friends would share the most embarrassing stories about you, a wedding you didn’t ask for. As tears began to slowly trickle down your face, landing on the pillow below your head, you cried yourself slowly into sleep, praying that the sun wouldn’t come up.
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Dangerous Convenience Store
Tags: Ongoing, self aware lead for the most part, gangs, smut, love triangle, possessive, not rapey, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, college, age gap, good art, muscular bodies, seme is adorable/romantic in sp chapters, sexual awakening, meeting the gang (in two ways!), FAINTS OF CUTENESS/HOTNESS, the memes after every chapter got me gagged, HAHE hahahahahahahahahaha, OMG DO I GET SOME CNC?! (update: short lived), we stan a vocal man (Ahjussi), thigh fucking, my mans be like my thighs hurt fuck my ass instead DECEASED, ass smacking, these memes are so good god damnit, rimming
8/10, I live for Ahjussi (Am I spelling this wrong..)
The New Employee
-love love love
Tags: ongoing, we stan supportive boyfriends, healthy relationship, boss/employee, smut, office setting, good art, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies
Love Shuttle
Tags: completed, ABO, enemies to lovers, possessive, coworkers, fake relationship, strong omega, the art sucks but I like the story, art gets better after the 1st season, alphas eyes change colors when happy/anxious, muscular bodies, 7/10, update 10/10 art is meh but fml this storyline is basic af in the best way and it’s the fluff/smut I need, when you’re caught by the folks *cringe*
Hold Me Tight
Tags: ongoing, boss/employee, bodyguard, gio can’t feel heat until felix comes along, uke is strong af, horny bastards, smut, possessive, tragic childhood, moving in together right away, rich seme, felix in a bunny costume though *heart eyes*, dialogue is great, rape in a technical sense but the vibe is written like both characters are all good after? Ex. hospital scene…dub con, ART IS GREAT, hand holding during sex, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies
Yours to Claim
Tags: ongoing, love triangle, Dom/sub dynamics, smut, main is big switch energy, reincarnation, jealousy, manipulative, possessive, self aware lead for the most part, toxic af, GREAT ART, college, rich semes, 10/10 will re-read and not even finished, SONOFABITCH that cliff hanger!! Season 3 come thruuuu (I have to wait until November? *cries* BUT MAH LOVE TRIANGLE!!, I want a THROUPLE GOD DAMN IT
The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation
Tags: obsessed with this story, will the incense burner scenes make it?? No tags because I'll never forget this one haha wangxian 5ever, send me all fanfics/fan art you have about this story, love Dark Wangji, Jadecest, ABO/omegaverse, Bottom Wangji/Top Wei Ying, and honestly anything regarding this fandom
Bj Alex
Tags: completed, great art, 11/10 will re-read, cam boy, fanboy, seme is an asshole, uke is so sexy, jealously, rich seme, enemies to lovers kind of?, CHANWOO IS MY BOY FOR LIFE, Chanwoo MD supremacy, BDSM (like really really), fuck I love Chanwoo, college students, rich seme, emotional rollercoaster, uke soft body, mean seme, college life, that one nosy bitch ass guy trying to expose my boys needs to fuck right off, seme split/fake personality, dub con
Anti PT
Tags: ongoing, 11/10 re-readable, porn with feelings, love triangle, jealousy, attempted non-con, personal training wink wink, main love interest is actually the best, second male lead is a god damn creep, first time, smut, great art, sex addict/constantly horny uke, I WANT A HWI,
Related: https://www.anime-planet.com/manga/anti-pt/recommendations
Payback
Tags: ongoing, both are psychopaths tbh, revenge, gangs, uke sells himself to seme, violent seme, entertainment industry, brunette supremacy, what this motherfucker gonna do? hehe , great art, muscular bodies, dead dove do not eat, my mans must be GOOD looking/animal magnetism cause everyone losing their fucking minds, okay this is a comedy I’m dying, he tried to scare him with wanting to be a top but my psycho said REVERSEUNO BITCH I’M A VERSE (wait jk apparently *sigh*), anonymous masked sex (sad n’ kinky)
My Suha
Tags: ongoing, wow this gets dark, possessive af like holy shit, terrible people all around uke, rape, boss/employee, office politics/family politics, smut, characters that are punchable, dead dove do not eat, *velociraptor noises*, avoided this for a while but I’m back because nothing can be more emotionally devastating than Banana Fish, TIE HIM UP, FUCK HIS FACE ALKSJD:ASKD, FUCK SUHA UR SO HOT that dirty talk though YAS, glad I picked this back up lmao, GOD DAMN IT just when the package arrived then this red head fucker *screams*
Shame Application aka Dirty Vibration
Tags: completed, friends to lovers, model seme, cute af uke, love triangle, entertainment industry, smut, kink, all kinds of sex everywhere, realized feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, rich seme, blonde seme, big brother 1984 always watching, 10/10 would re-read, porn with plot, they were roommates!, ~straight~ seme, first times, great art, remembering some cringe but considering the story it’s par for the course
Will You Subscribe
Tags: ongoing, season 1 completed, enemies to lovers, cam boy, office politics, boss/employee, hiding a secret, public sex, stalkers/creepy men, emotionally stunted characters, mutual pining, idiots in lust, lingerie company, slut shaming, jealousy/possessiveness, season 2 bebeh, HOLDING HANDS *velociraptor noises*, LMAO okay my mans is not THAT old how tf does he not know netflix and chill, BUNNY COSTUME (quickly becoming my new fav trope in manga, A+ gang), oh we stan a good boy, wtf is wrong with wanting to do cam work, ‘I wish my marks could become permanent’ *omegaverse wink*, *works for lingerie company* *doesn’t understand where bf gets sexy costumes* like wut kind of fuckery…, cross dressing ftw, roleplay, classic BL miscommunication trope
Hyperventilation
Tags: completed, high school crush, unrequited love, mutual pining, smut, quickie (short story), class reunion, apparently furry with the extra chapter turning my man into a bunny but c'est la vie! https://myreadingmanga.info/korean-bl-animation-hyperventilation-engsub/ this is the animation of the same story, different endings but same in tone (this site is spammy AF but the English subs are so hard to find for this) 8/10
Unmei no tsugai ga omae da nante
Tags: only one bed, ABO, office setting. Coworkers, enemies to lovers, competitive, equality in the omegaverse, dubcon, real dicks and not lightsabers, fated pair, art is cute af 8/10
K’s Secret
Tags: buckle up buttercup, dead dove do not eat, angst, pining, somnophilia, dub con, non con, boss/employee, manipulative, stalking, forced relationship, tragic childhood background, weird art but gets better, uke: don’t threaten me with a good time but seriously stop threatening me, possessive & obsessive, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, wow were going full psycho stalker hm?, dating a narcissist is all fun and (mind)games, con non con… ? honestly who tf knows, domestic!, OW MY HEART, the t/n WAP note sent me, ch 51 translated by gen z, do special ep= furry? Wait there’s a maid costume, bunny costume, directors friends keeping it real, rough translations 8/10
Enthusiasm
Tags: ongoing, dead dove do not eat, uke buys seme, masc boys, muscular bodies, fight club, master/slave, rich uke, revenge, real dicks not lightsabers, rough sex, cuckholding, daddy issues, suicide, wow the end of ch 5 punched a hole in my heart, penile implant life, rough translations makes the storyline wonky, nvm back to lightsabers *star wars noises*, HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY I CAN NOT, shibari, possessive, wait this is cute *velociraptor noises*, angst, no kithes for you “bestie”, OBSESSED, honestly choke him pupper, STAY THE NIGHT ALKSDJA:SLDKJAS:LKDJA:SLDKj, problematic but I’m riding for these two,
Ichimai Goshi Fetish
Tags: completed, short, fetishes DO start in childhood don’t they *ruminates*, author: describes ML as a beautiful 2D character meanwhile: ML IS 2D character, fellas is it gay to kiss the homies?, “real dudes don’t interest me” is a MOOD, comedy, jealousy, college setting, dialogue is A+, not lightsabers but not dicks either, first time, when you’re fucked so good you think you’ve died, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4uEq5Nx6ko, hero/villain roleplay. Fluff n smut 10/10
My Purrfect Boss
Tags: completed, tooth rotting fluff because blondie is so FUCKING cute little sensitive soul, golden retriever boyfriend, pure comedy, DECEASED, MY MAN JUST DID THE SLOW BLINK, office setting, boss/employee, ~wasted~ (red dead redemption meme), FFS SO CUTE, he put a ring on it right away beyonce would be proud af, he protecc he attack but most importantly he hit it from the back, jealousy, honeymoon phase of dating, the ex is a snake (update: oh wow literally), I’m picking up abuse/PTSD vibes based on how Kang reacts to his ex :(, classic BL miscommunication plot, immediately no meme audio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XWSGfYnps) , I WILL STRAIGHT UP MURDER CHA WTF!!!!!!, gang rape, spiked with drugs that force heat, me rn:*screaming/rage*, psychotic ex/abuser, HE PROTECCC, actual relief after that scene jesus fuck, okay YES kings I see you, okay this is giving me cuteness aggression, hi yes I’d like to adopt a cat and a dog please 9/10
Following Namsoo to the Bathhouse
Tags: completed, same author as, “My Purrfect Boss”, A+ comedy once again, JUNIOR, gay awakening, “fap myself to death” DEAD, facial expressions are ridic, my minds telling me no but my body, my bodyyyy’s telling me yaaaaa, ya boy is literally losing his mind over this, actual lightsabers lmao, FLUFF, permasmile, 6969, THINKS THEY’RE GOING TO EAT RAMEN, dense gay, own your skin wtf okay hannibal calm down, everyone is officially cray, ah I also am barfy when drunk, denial really is something hm, classic BL miscommunication plot, when people pleasing too far, happy ending 🥺🥰, side story: our crazy gets his very own crazy (ashton Kutcher from spread vibes), public sex, sex sparkle 9/10
Alien in my Closet
Tags: ongoing (maybe completed but def ongoing on the site I use), not rapey at all?? You’d think it’s impossible in this medium ffs, anti pt vibes, cute art, fluff ‘n smut, red head!!, they were roomates!, sex toys, bsdm, D/s (brat)dynamic or maybe owner/pet, bondage, *tiffany hadish voice* this is noiceeee, con humiliation/degradtion, SANTA CLAUS, edging, marking, one lotus please (he’s clearly read the 4 agreements and karma sutra), con non con, exhibitionism, the wrist thing stays on people, Katoptronophilia, roleplay, is it stalking when you bring your friends?, lotus: welcome home cheater, the chin on the head thing gives me cuteness aggression, the twins are my favs, when ur crush vanilla af 😭, haesung: experiment on me daddy, no dick until halfway through/fingering supremacy, bedroom sessions has me gagged, voyeurism, wait they haven’t kissed this whole time I forgot (audio: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryley/video/6976701880277748997?lang=en), sunbae is sus, YES FINALLY A FUCKING SWITCH COUPLE AKJSDHALKSJDHASKLJDHALS KJDALKSJD (update: sort of), there’s a missed opportunity for an anal probe joke, damn it okay maybe sunbae is chill, 3 musketeers, my heart*implodes*, *velociraptor noises*, 12/10 would re-read such fluff my heart
On Doorstep
Tags: completed, age gap, reese has ptsd, jimmy going from 0 to 100, jimmy really got down on his knees at work, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) deepest part you say, real dicks, ride him like a rodeo, quickie/short story, porn with plot
Gorani Jeon
Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, no alpha though, animal hybrid, art is beautiful like it's drawn on paper not a screen, 40 inch weave yours came in a pack, historical (non-modern), lord send me a sexy man pls, the memes after each chapter are golden, taking the phrase licking wounds literally, is that an eggplant or are you just happy to see me hehe, ahhh so inhibitors do exist here, vertical 69, here lays Bau fucked to death by Ran, WHY HE TOUCHING MY MAN, these chickens are dope, stomp on his dick, that’s what I call a happy meal, fucked right out the front door I’M DEAD, mpreg, i need a tiger+mountain god spin off (whoops dad/son my bad), slice of life, cute fluff 8/10
Room to room
Tags: completed, college setting, A+ dialogue, absurd size difference, unrequited love, sexsomina, dubcon, angst, death by a thousand cuts emotionally, insecurity, body envy, pining, friends to lovers, they were roommates!, homophobia, sexual assault, PTSD, gays in denial, the tattoo 🥺 ow my heart, truly this is 90% smut, “going from unrequited love to fwbs is shittier than I expected”, dowan *bad blood by t swift* when he sees garam, ch 22garam reminds me of my ex and that’s not a compliment, I’m not gay but my boyfriend is vibes, triflers need not apply, spanking, 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart hurts, is anyone getting a bit of a puppy play vibe? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vni9ZWmDXis, handcuffs, lots of head we stan, dowan’s gotta a touch of a foot thing or maybe body worship thing, asdlfgkjs ;dlkfgjsd;flkgj;sdflkgj;sdlfgjs;d/gkdf SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, roleplay. They broke the bed no use of crying over spilled milk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), side stories delivering man in uniform and sex toys AND puppy, asdlkjaslfkasdjfl;askdfjasdf the shirt thing is so hot, watersports, I take it back this is 98% smut 9/10
Mistake Lover
Tags: completed, when ur bff is back on their BS, love triangle, coworkers, i swear all these ukes look the same to me at this point (which is very cute), GE!!!! (wangxian flashbacks), wait no smut?.... Paused
Yagi to ookami no hatsujou jijou
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, literally on my reading list because a comment said “nice cock 10/10”hahahaha, animal hybrids, scifi/aliens, me during chapter one: am I a furry? No. Am I? Relevant audio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJNIqvDfoo, hotties when human GOD DAMN, bi king, okay I stan this girl changing gears take your opportunities honey!, does blondie have a tinder or how is this happening? (update: called it), feminization, dubcon/noncon, marking, heats, idk about 10/10 cock but not lightsabers, translation is ruff (get it?), a yankee hahaha, literal wound licking, googles chimera, *claps* yes king selfish call his ass out, tail holding caaaayoooot, not that isn’t usually copious amounts of cum but really this is a lot 8/10
Make Me Bark
Tags: completed, $250 a month rent?? *cries in Californian*, god damn it these grey haired 2D men are really hot fml, “next months rent is a looming concern but I hope it’ll get better” followed by apartment on fire is how I feel about reality, rare characters that smile way more than they frown, sex toys, kink, puppy play, owner/pet dynamic, sugar daddy/baby, college setting, harness, muzzle, leash, tail plug, shirt thing!!, soaked briefs, playing barbie IRL, omg meet cute at the adult store, intercrural sex, possessive/jealousy, ah fuck yes I saw this panel on IG but it didn’t have the source but now hehe, whipping, choking, spanking, *bookmarks*, simp city, childhood friends, side couple cute af, yeonsoo: sorry I’m an anti romantic, size queen, mens lingerie, domestic, mutual pining, these bestie pairings are *chefs kiss*, skinny but muscular bodies/no ridiculous size differences, “does he have a big dick?” “probably” “well tell him to come” GAGGED AJKSDHALSKDJHA this dialogue pure comedy, exhibitionism, human auction, maid costume, men in heels, topping in a dress, girl at the bus stop HAHAHA, ffs this is so cute, side stories: it’s a small world afterall, dynamic role reversal, pink haired boy is guru, SCREAMING AKDJA:SLDKJA:LKDJA:LSDKJLAKDJA:LDJAL:SKDJASLKDJA:SLKDJLAKSDJLASDJ:LASJD:ALSKDJASL:DJ:ASLJDPUTARINGONIT!!!! 11/10
Gurume no fukurami
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, food fetish, feeding fetish, age gap, throuple-eqsue? There’s 3 people involved, paused ch 1 pg 30
Under the Green Light
Tags: ongoing, thank you IG for rec’ing this, brunette supremacy, neurodivergent?, lmao @hag, this statue is everything I wonder if it’s based on a real piece?, we went from talking art to being pinned to the ground REAL quick, translations rough but not as rough as my mans here, draw me like one of your french girls vibe, sass master, these dicks are ridiculously huge which is saying something for this genre, i love a verse/switch, “first time he’s asked someone to stop so his self-esteem is hurt” HAHAHAHA, stealing bae’s shirt, facials galore, car sex/public sex, jin not into praise kink clearly, sort of slut shaming jealousy, marking
Walk on Water
Tags: completed, for being about porn it’s not that smutty (i take it back), “don’t even think about running away” got me like https://giphy.com/gifs/VABbCpX94WCfS, actual dicks (lightsabers later must be the cleaners not the OG), muscular bodies, blonde seme, brunette uke, k mcqueen is everything, honestly haven’t loved a couple this much since chanwoo x MD and I LOVE THEM, jealousy, orgasm denial, the angles/frames of the art in this are insane (11/10), emotional intimacy CUTENESS HASIHDLASKDHJLAKSJDH, i wanna lick lick lick you from your head to your toes, dirty talk A+, bestie you turned out to be Judas you judgy fuck how dare you touch my man, Ryan is 50 shades of fucked up bb needs therapy, Chang and yeowoons sexual tension is *chefs kiss*, I ship it/all my ships sailing, woof non con but expected tbh, YEAH BABY YEAH *Austin powers voice*, fml I don’t want this story to end, meeting the Hets ™ would make me nervous too, spiderman kith, mirror sex sjkadfhasldjkfh, 34+35, JOI but with a partner? Not D/s, promises are made to broken hehe, that feeling when you understand the title, omg the fan art is so cool!! 15/10 would re-read seriously I can’t explain how well the artist used angles/how she portrayed the scenes was fucking MASTERFUL
Woof Wolf
Tags: that's my best friend (saweetie), red heads, werewolf au, college setting, students, shoot a shot in your mouth while I'm riding, facials, marking
Sexual Awakening of an Ex Delinquent
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, sexual coercion/non con/dub con, tiddies, bondage, nipple play, edging/orgasm denial, candy in ass wow, food kink, kink in general, rich seme working class uke, lightsabers, big dick Jesus fuck, exhibitionism, public sex, men's lingerie, Blondie is a sweet baby angel, self hatred/homophobia, sexual narrating that has me like oof 😣 that's not how this works but okay, the sweet spots thing is a great line, man is a slave to the sweets, lmao at the meme at the end of ch 9 fucking facts, kidnapping plot, rapey guys all around this story, tattoo/back story reveal has me like *nods head yes*, my throats broken has me gagged, crazy amount of sfx noises that distract from the art (I really appreciate cleaners I realize), first times, rushed ending feels, would rate 6/10 not terrible but probably won't read again.
With Your Tail Yes
Tags: ongoing, IG rec, quickie/short story, on man brunette looks EXACTLY like a different character by another artist like for real duplicate, home boy pulled Elle Wood’s Bend n Snap and we are HERE FOR IT, lingerie/cross dressing, okay compilation of short stories, great artwork but wtf these are far too short (maybe uploaded wrong..?), *immediately makes deal with the devil because yum*, ah okay previews THEN stories, human animal hybrid situation, lightsabers, fucking imagine your crush delivery the sex toy you ordered online HAHA *dies*, buys toys because men ain’t shit is a VIBE, you know he’s always wearing matching sets because he’s 100% that bitch, dub con/non con, knotting (unexpected), exhibitionism, public sex, good ol’ fashion blackmail to get your lover to stay with you trope, sexual assault/attempted rape, victim blaming, shibari, leashes, D/brat dynamic sort of, copious amounts of cum, lube? What lube?, marathon sex, first time, 75 hours?? Immediately no meme, 7/10 mostly for art/concepts but not execution
Heat and Run
Tags: ongoing, IG rec, omegaverse, friends to enemies to lovers, multiple couples as main to sides then sides to mains, my heart dropped because I thought the first sex scene was incest but then realized I’m mixing up all the characters derp, dense gays, this is america (the shooting comment WOOF reality feels bad man), blondes have more fun, real dicks, dubcon/CNC dealers choice, mutual pining, idiots in love, big alpha energy BDE, there are moments I feel Hayoung on a spiritual level and not sure that’s a compliment hahaha, orgasm denial/edging, istg if he bonded without Hayoung permission *jenna marbles BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII YOU BETTAH NOT*, also I was hoping the idol was him but realizing it’s probs his sis, *deep sigh*, BDIRL, wow racism, oh no oh no no no no no meme audio, listen everyone needs to get into therapy to break that generational trauma is all I’m saying (not excusing abuse at all, trauma isn’t a free pass), NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY A GAME WITHOUT KNOWING THE RULES :ALKSDHJALKSDJA:SLKDJTRUE, matthew singing bo burnham: I’m problematic *background singers ‘he’s a problem!’*, i ship it yolo, JAEHO STAN (no means no!), mpreg, god damn it I am so worried about him getting roofie and the party scene hasn’t even started ABO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TOO ME, OH THANK JAEHO, dayummmm that clapback was real fuck him UP, me clapping: MARK HIM MARK HIM, GOD DAMN IT WITH THESE ONGOING FUCKING CLIFF HANGERS FML, marked via knotting? Okay that’s new, but also like normal marking I think, fucking til bottom pees trope
Heaven Officials Blessing
Animated series season 1 complete. Live action currently filming (same director as Untamed too UGH SO HAPPY)
Tags: ongoing, same author as my fav ever MDZS, just finished season 1 animated on netflix and can no longer avoid this because I LOVE THEM, all the memes on IG make sense now, Prince voice: Dearly Beloved (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXJhDltzYVQ) we are gathered here today to dive deeper into a fandom I will never escape, ART IS AMAZING (https://tenor.com/view/incredible-talented-lady-brilliant-gaga-gif-14857187), group chats are always chaotic tbh, wait a minute meme audio: bride = bottom? How tf did I not get that the first time round *sigh* always hoping for a verse couple, the asst. Boys I ship hard, the sass, fuck this is going to just be pure angst isn’t it *straps in, has fluffy manga queued*, even if no smut 11/10 gege porn, not subtle, god FUCK this ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD THE TALENT skjas;ldkfja;, 🥺, traumatic cliff moment *mdzs flashbacks*, HC smirk is my new favorite thing, no fucking but lots of touching, size difference, horror, gore, wuxia, great side characters, my ear feels tingly too lmao, SOMEONE BETTER GET THESE MF SNAKES ON THIS MF PLANE (cliff), umbrella moments got me uwu, gimme at least didi pleaseandthankyou, FUCK I LOVE THIS ARTIST she keeping us WELL fed with these extras DAYUM, wind/earth master ship please sail, CALL ME DADDY IM DEAD, HC has LWJ energy like you are not qualified to talk to me LOL, WAIT this totally counts as there was only one bed trope, also I’m already excited about omegaverse ff (send me recs please please please)
4 week lovers
Tags: ongoing because apparently I want to torture myself, mutual pining/”unrequited love”, college life, friends to lovers, blackmail ur crush into sex trope, public sex, I was going to tag possessive body language but possessive in a general sense apparently (starting strong yessss), sure jan @unrequited love dialogue, THEY WERE ROOMMATES *cackles*, sus haha, rough translation, pure comedy, shirt thing!, casual abuse :( (back story, traumatic childhood), I’m getting TharnType vibes (but not quite…), that note is precious, cry during/after sex, great angles, dialogue A+
Burlesque Night
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, stripper/body guard, coworkers, lust at first sight, magic mike vibes, fridays = getting fucked on stage O-O, well that was traumatizing af, took a bullet, real dicks, LDR, CUTE, I’m not in love with you… sure jan, OH WOW MASTER dlksaj;alsdkja;lsdkja;sld, gay awakening/first time, the art detail is *chefs kiss*, disappointed but not surprised :( :( :(, we stan a yes and lover, shirt thing, still not sure wtf the vertical anus thing is but full circle moment haha, you know what fuck it I’d re-read this 9/10
My one and only cat
Tags: ongoing, cat hybrids, god damn it I’m totally in furrydom ffs, ah well here we go, idol hot = loneliness wahhh /s, so hot he literally transforms other beings, omg a cat cafe CUTE, fuck that cat is cute *so fluffy*, stalker status, comedy, real dicks, I think the uncle would be supportive/jealous even I hope they talk about it I’m dying to know his thoughts, big tiddies, if this ain’t the cutest shit FLUFF/SMUT, copious amounts of cum, ate it with the panties on, CAKE, xmas, his milkshakes bring all the boy(cats) to the yard, trifling bitch
Imitation Mate
Tags: completed, omegaverse, alpha x alpha. Class rivals YAS, childhood frans, enemies to lovers omg this is all the shit I want, manipulation 1000 but yolo I ship it
Mr. 100% Perfect
Tags: ongoing, so relatable, OCD?, hoarder, when I read the title I thought mental illness and I was right, masks ugh RELATABLE, getting back together w ex, woof sibling drama/manipulation, suicide attempt, omg their communication regarding the psycho is REFRESHING, OMG JEJU ISLAND I see it in every fucking kdrama ever but this is the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in a manga *hm* interesting, furry furry everywhere, eye contact, finished reading season 1 pause for an omergaverse cause, okay I’m back and season 2 starting STRONG #1 men are gross #2 mans just went right to a blowie while mf was trying to pee lmao i can NOT the germs barf, fuckboi extraordinaire stressing over a textback is *great*, that istg face is perfect, HYUNGGGG, hand on his heart OW MY HEART, vibe check LOL, here for this plot dev, END OF SEASON2 NOOOOOOOimnotready. Head bonks CUTE
The origin of species
Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, sex tape, blackmail, i already don’t like this teacher, size difference, ‘JUST DIE’ hahahahahaha, I’m in love with noona, wait Ahjussi means uncle/mister? Dangerous convenience store has a new meaning to me now, DECEASED @they won’t, copious amounts of cum, alcohol to have intimacy *sighs in early 20s*, also WTF THEY ARE FUCKING AND THERE’S NO PHERMONE STUFF! What’s the point of being ABO without smell *swaggy p meme???*, wait okay ch 11 it begins, stockholm syndrome but since childhood I’m fairly certain *looking at you teacher I don’t trust these mfs*, dubcon obviously, also the can’t be knotted thing has me *cardi b meme that’s weird that’s sus* obvs poor bb about to get preg af, five word horror story: I won’t hurt you again *why tf you lyinggggg why u always lyinggg meme*, white collar crime, what’s the point of a contract when there’s no actual choice
How to Chase an Alpha
Tags: ongoing, lowkey been avoiding this one not because I think it’ll be bad I just..idk the brain is a weird thing, page 2 and I love mains attitude fucking gagged sass me bb, starting with rough translation but it be that way sometimes, GROUNDS HIMSELF BY TOUCHING HIS BLACK CARD I CANTTT, pheromone city fuck it UP, MC is a MOOD, mutual pining, when u and bae both hire PI’s to get info on each other, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, shirt thing, fucking chuffed about the rival fucking bring it, funny art, cheated on ugh mah heart I saw it coming and it still hurt, pure comedy this airport scene is so funny to me wtf, LDR, good ol murica fuckboi, LOVE HIM RIDE FOR UR MAN/MORALS, liams a little rapey rapist hm? No one’s ever said no… well being flooded with pheromones isn’t consent my dude, istg liam = I love it when they struggle, obvs jealousy/possessive tag but such is ABO, cat suit, BUNNY suit, sexy costumes, god damn it I love them that proposal/mpreg so cute, imprinting AW, ugh baes fam is so cute I needed that bc I wanna strangle wooyoungs dad, THE SECETARY is my fucking fav never stops being A+, SEC+LIAM?? Here for it *i ship it*, FUCK SO CUTE 12/10 re-read, fluff n smut, excited for how to chase an omegaside story hyung needs love!, JINI is mood, sales king I’m dying, that collar is ~hot~ btw
Egoism
Tags: completed (because jesus I can’t with ongoing, theheartbreakTM), UPDATE FML THE HEART BREAK IS REAL also no smut, omegaverse, hey stepbro, starts with rape, possessive/jealousy (isn’t all ABO?), age difference (6years, alpha is younger *can I get hyung plz lord*), HYUNG, woof this dad SUCKS, child abuse, rape culture *sigh*, I wanna get jacked like rick and summer and beat tf out of the dad, me n my cat, TELL EM HONEY I love this MC, traitor indeed, beta x omega btw, fated pair, coercive sex, didi going to be his own demise, BREAKUP/TIME SKIP NO this is BL hell, the rona is mentioned in this, ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR YOUR STORY WAHHHHHHHHHH also YES MY SHIP IS GOING TO SAIL I CAN FEEL IT, okay honestly frustrating a bit but also liked it yah 7-8/10, won’t re-read unless I’m looking for hurt though cause the comfort is BRIEF
Yarichin bitch bu
Tags: ongoing, reading because I watched this anime after seeing it mentioned in the comment section of -im-being-harassed-by-the-sexiest-man-of-the-year, anime was 2 eps a fucking wild the way this is uploaded SUCKS, no reality porn what plot rape-y ridiculous and now I need to read the source apparently haha, I need to know much more about yuri and blue hair guy ASAP (they have the spin off*adds to list*), high school setting, smut, studentsxstudents/teachers, photography club my ass, sex toys, kinky, crossdressing, gay awakening, unrequited love, jealousy, fake relationship, two faced people, OCD, COMEDY, rich people problems, hoarder, inferiority complex, one bed, toono is a dumbass in this love triangle or denial might be a better word, they are cousins my dude stop shipping it (I say to both toono and myself LOL), I wanna see Yuri’s face laksdjf;aldskf, vibrator #18 line is fucking iconic, yaguchi is about to get real interesting (BPD?), lies/manipulation, oh toono you sweet summer child, YURI i can’t wit chu, wait did he just punch the student because he won’t kiss him or???, dubcon/noncon obvs, finally my verse couple but they’re not a couple (yuri/tamu), they all care about each other is a weird way awwww, love confessions to pet vibrator scene are ICONIC MY DUDES I CAN NOTTT, lowkey living for Yuri’s drooling at this point, Jimi gives me such bad second hand embarrassment, Yuri the switch verse bb I’ve been looking for need more!, internalized homophobia, blackmail, MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR YAS KING, the heartbreak of ongoing/hasn’t been updated in years
Yarichin bitch bu dj wa
Tags: not completed I think, years old though, see above you know what it is, so cute omg, FIRST KISS AW, degradation kink?, MY VERSE COUPLE I’ve finally found you, biting, choking, rough sex, sex toys, they had fun together for another two hours DECEASED
Fucked by my Best Friend
Tags: ongoing, friends to lovers, body swap, Porn what plot, cannon threesomes in past maybe??(MFF for sure but MMF??), beach life, revenge, he became a HOT woman so honestly get over it, sloppy seconds, first off you’re both sluts second lmao this is going to be wild hm?, fellas is it gay if you kiss the homies, classic did you cum guy jfc, that’s how you get preg dumbass, ah the joys of being a woman /s assault in der clrub, *DEEP SIGH* @ you almost being raped turns me on, YES TURNING BACK DYING, gender has nothing to do with this LOL but true. Also yes cannon threesomes/orgies, googles frotting, mans like narrating playtime, intecurial sex public sex, lingerie, this is the closest thing to straight manga I’ve read hahaha, THE SCIENCE OMG FUCKING RIDIC :you need a mass amount of semen within you SURE JAN, possessive. Objectification, she trying to fuck without Shion LMAO, 34+35, do you think he’s on r/nofap, dry orgasm honestly impressed with mans rn ngl, spit as lube, anal fingering, just helping the homies find their prostate, bottom shaming (disappointed but not surprised), bis/gays in denial smh, question if he has a wet dream will he turn into a woman?, shirt thing, lol at female orgasm =anal in switcharoos mind, paging doc perv, shion is enjoying dressing up hm? Same dude, biggest reality gap is believing shion got admitted to a college HAHA, bad anatomy all over the place dude, rui is a dedicated exhibitionist, HE SO TIGHT BECAUSE THERES NO LUBE team no lube over here apparently not even a courtesy spit, yandere territory sort of?, Mayu with the dick wet comment is *chefs kiss*, THE HEARTBREAK OF ONGOING WAHHH I can’t believe I read all this but I can? 8/10 problematic possessive porn
#yaoi#manga#enemies to lovers#friends to lovers#gay#lgbt#pornwhatplot#recs#book recs#manga recs#yaoi recs#ships#yandere#uke#seme
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I Think He Knows - F.W.
Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary: Y/N gets drunk, and decides there's no better time to tell her boyfriend she loves him than the present.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Alcohol usage/intoxication!! There’s a make out scene. Also food. Otherwise mainly just fluff!
A/N: This is my first fic I’ve ever posted on here and the inspiration for it was born out of a drunken anon ask to @lumosandnoxwriting sooo here it is. I’ll probably end up writing another part about the next day and them recouping, but who knows. Totally open to any critiques/criticism/help anyone has to offer! Pictures are taken from Pinterest.
The flashing lights were bright and the music far too loud, but you didn’t care. You had liquid courage flowing through your veins and it was making it increasingly easier to lose yourself on the dance floor. Typically, you weren’t much of a dancer, but several shots of some pink liquid you had forgotten the name of had you abandoning all traces of your usual self. You swayed your hips to the rhythm of a song you didn’t know, giggling every time you made eye contact with Alicia or Angelina.
As the song playing came to an end, you gripped your best friends’ forearms and dragged them from the dance floor before another could start. You briefly heard their groans of protests but couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“I want another drink!” You shouted over the music, pulling them towards the bar.
“We don’t need another.” Alicia pointed out, but she was now following you on her own accord, which told you she wouldn’t be protesting too much.
At the bar, you ordered another round of shots for the three of you—asking specifically for ‘whatever the pink one is called.’ The three of you clinked the small glasses together before raising them to your lips and throwing your heads back, allowing the liquid to leave a burning trail down your throat.
“I’m going to call him.” You announced brightly, slamming your glass down on the bar.
“Y/N, we talked about this!” Angelina whined. “Tonight is supposed to be girl’s night. Plus, Fred’s out with his friends. You should give him his space.”
“Oh please, you act like that boy wouldn’t drop everything to rush over here and be with her.” Alicia rolled her eyes lightly, a knowing smile lighting up her face.
Her words caused you to blush furiously, which you attempted to hide by sliding your cellphone out of your back pocket and bringing it to your face. The screen was too bright, but as you fumbled around with trying to turn it down, you came to realize just how drunk you really were. You quickly gave up on trying to turn down the brightness and instead opened up the call app, clicking at the button that read ‘Recents’ before tapping the name right at the top. You barely registered Angelina’s disappointed groan as you brought the phone to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Freddie!” You called out, a sweet giggle leaving your lips. You were filled with the most wonderful elation at speaking to your boyfriend, sending a flutter of butterflies alive through your stomach.
“Oh, hello, Y/N.” The voice chuckled. “This isn’t—”
“Where are you?” You interrupted him, rocking slightly on your heels. Angelina was people watching those out on the dance floor, while Alicia had taken up flirting with some bloke next to her.
“We’re still at Lee’s flat.” There was a pause, then he continued. “Y/N, this is George you called. How drunk are you?”
“I don’t think I’m that drunk. Let me ask Angie.” You paused, putting the phone on speaker so your friend could answer for you. “Ang, how drunk am I?”
“Very.” Angelina answered over the music, earning a laugh from George on the other end of the line. “’s that George? Lemme talk to him.”
Angelina took the phone from your hand, ignoring your pout as she did so, and switched it off of speaker mode. At first, you had tried to listen in on the conversation she was having with George, but you quickly got distracted. You hoisted yourself up into one of the bar seats, kicking your legs back and forth as you gazed around. After a few minutes, you were pulled from your drunken thoughts when Angelina nudged you with your phone.
“He hung up?” You pouted as you looked at the black screen. “Are they coming here?”
“No, they’re staying at Lee’s.” Angelina shook her head. “But they said they’d meet us back at your flat when we leave here.”
“Well, let’s go!” You quickly went to jump down from the stool, only for Angelina to place her hands on your shoulders and hold you in place.
“Uh uh, we’re gonna let you sober up a bit first.” She shook her head. “Don’t want you doing something you’ll regret tomorrow.”
“Especially when we know you’ll blame us.” Alicia now joined in, evidently blowing off the guy she had been flirting with only moments before.
Perhaps if you were even a little less drunk, you would have been annoyed by their statements. But currently, you were in a state of almost childlike happiness and wonder. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to thoughts of your boyfriend, causing a cheesy grin to rise to your face. The past 6 months together had been some of the best of your life, and you often found yourself wondering why you two hadn’t gotten together sooner. You had always been friends during your Hogwarts years, but neither of you ever attempted to take that next step in your relationship until years after graduation. Now, you couldn’t be more thankful with the change.
“I’m going to tell him I love him.” You declared, saying the words out loud as more of a way to convince yourself than to inform them.
“What?” Alicia sputtered, shooting a worried glance to Angelina. “You mean, tonight?”
“I don’t see why not.” You shrugged. “I mean, I do love him. Why shouldn’t I tell him?”
“Y/N/N, don’t you think maybe you should wait until you’re sober?” Angelina looked at you hesitantly. “I mean, that’s kind of a big step.”
“You guys don’t get it,” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest like a child being scolded. In your drunken mind, you knew that they would never understand the ins and outs of your relationship with Fred. The two of you had never put pressure on things that others deemed ‘the big stuff.’ Everything always had just come so naturally between you two, and you were convinced this should be no different. A small voice in the back of your head told you that the sober version of you would disagree, but you pushed it away. Your decision was made.
“This is like, exactly what we mean by you doing something you’ll regret and blaming us.” Alicia sighed. “So, you better not be mad at us tomorrow.”
“I won’t be, promise.” You affirmed.
How could this possibly go wrong?
About an hour later, Angelina and Alicia had enough of the club environment and had decided you were sober enough that they could safely walk you back to your flat. The three of you gathered your things and your excitement bubbled inside of you at the prospect of finally getting to see Fred. You nearly skipped out of the club, Alicia and Angelina trailing close behind you, and into the cool night air. Almost immediately, your eyes were drawn to two heads of red hair, backs to you, talking at the edge of the sidewalk. Although they were nearly identical, there was something about one of their postures and energy, and you just knew that it was Fred. Before Angelina or Alicia could stop you, you were running and jumping on your boyfriend’s back, nearly sending him tumbling over.
“Freddie!” You squealed, attaching your arms firmly around his middle as your feet replanted on the ground. He swiveled in your hold, a bout of laughter leaving his lips, as he took in your presence.
“’s good to see you too, love.” He slurred, bending down at a slightly awkward angle to pepper your face with kisses. You giggled at the tickling feeling his lips left behind.
“Thought we were meeting you guys back at her flat?” Angelina questioned as she approached the three of you.
“That was the plan, but Freddie here has had one too many glasses of firewhisky and decided he couldn’t wait that long.” George rolled his eyes. “Said he’d go with or without me to find you guys, so we’ve just been waiting out here.”
“Great, so they’re both drunk off their asses.” Alicia feigned annoyance, but the small smile on her face as she gazed at her two friends public displays of affection showed that she wasn’t truly bothered.
“Alright, love birds, it’s bloody freezing out.” George clapped a hand down on Fred’s shoulder, pulling the older twin’s attention away from you for the first time. “Let’s get going, yeah?”
Fred nodded and held out his hand for you to take, which you happily accepted. The two of you lead the others, swinging your hands between you as you walked down the sidewalk. The entire time, you whispered and giggled back and forth, finding anything and everything to be the funniest thing you ever heard.
“Your hand is so tiny.” Fred giggled, halting your swinging motion to bring your interlaced fingers up and examine them.
“Is not.” You pouted. You attempted to pull your hand from his, but his grip on you was firm. He used your conjoined hands to pull you closer to him, causing you to stumble slightly, which of course resulted in both of you giggling even more. Fred placed a kiss on each of your knuckles before letting both of your hands fall comfortably between you again.
“It is, but it’s cute.” He looked down at you dreamily, as if you were the most perfect thing he had ever laid his eyes on. In an instant, all of his drunk giddiness seemed to fade and he became uncharacteristically serious. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Hm.” You pretended to ponder the question, bringing your free hand up to tap your chin. “Dunno. I still think you must have me under some spell or potion.”
“Oh, right, how could I forget?” He grinned. “That reminds me, I’ve gotta make another batch of love potion before this one wears off and you leave me.”
“Wouldn’t want that, would we?” You teased back, knocking your shoulder into his.
“Never.” And you could tell, he was serious.
Up ahead you could see the familiar outline of your building. You hadn’t realized just how tired your feet were from walking in your heels, and you longed for nothing more than to slip them off and lie in Fred’s arms for the rest of the night. Nerves began to bubble in your stomach the closer you got, because you knew that meant you were just another step closer to finally telling him. While you hadn’t faltered in your decision, as you began to sober up slightly, you couldn’t help but be anxious for how he would respond.
“Do we need to help you two get in?” George questioned once you finally were outside your building.
“We’ll be okay.” Fred shook his head. You cuddled into his side for warmth, causing him to raise your entangled hands and wrap his arm around your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, causing a dopey smile to rise onto your face.
“You’re sure?” Angelina looked between the two of you with raised brows. In response, you simply nodded. “Okay, well, call me tomorrow, alright?”
Both Alicia and Angelina sent you one last glance, one that you knew communicated how they didn’t encourage what you had told them earlier, before they all nodded and offered goodbyes, carrying on their way. Fred untangled your hands and removed his arm from your shoulder to open the door, dramatically bowing forward and extending an arm to allow you to enter first.
“After you, m’lady.”
You giggled loudly at his antics, skipping into the building and beginning towards the stairs. Fred was hot on your heels, causing you to quicken your pace and run ahead of him, his laughter ringing out behind you as he tried to catch up to you. Just as you turned on the first landing to continue up the steps, Fred’s hands caught your waist and began ticking your sides, causing your laughter to increase. You did your best to wriggle out of his grasp, which was much easier to do in his drunken state, and continued up the steps. Once on your floor, you quickly turned the corner and found the way to your flat, fumbling with your keys to get in before Fred caught up.
Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t seem to find the right key let alone slide it in to unlock the door, so Fred was able to catch up as you fumbled. You forgot your efforts and instead turned around and blocked the door, a drunken smirk on your face as you gazed up at your boyfriend.
“Sorry, you’re not allowed in.” You teased, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You’re really going to leave your sweet, loving boyfriend out in the hall, after he went out of his way to safely walk you back from the club?”
“Mhm.” You nodded. “That is, unless you can tell me the password.”
Fred pretended to think for a moment, before he swooped his head down and pressed your lips together in a kiss. It was clumsy, both of your mouths seeming just a bit off center, but it was clear that neither of you cared. You tangled your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible, as he pressed your back against the door. He pulled back first, leaving you in lovesick bliss.
“Did you kiss the fat lady like that every time you forgot the password?” You teased once you were able to find your voice.
“Only sometimes.” Fred teased back.
You rolled your eyes playfully before unwinding your hands from behind his head and finally, successfully unlocking your front door. You pulled Fred into the flat by his collar, dragging him all the way to your living room before dropping down onto the couch and shuffling to let him cuddle up behind you.
For a few moments, you both laid tangled in each other’s arms, listening to nothing but his heartbeat. The sound was rhythmic, and you knew if you didn’t speak up soon you’d fall asleep any minute. But, you weren’t ready to fall asleep yet. You wanted to stay up, to talk to him, to tell him exactly what was on your mind. So, you shifted awkwardly and held yourself up on your forearms to gaze at him.
“‘m hungry.” You declared, your bottom lip jutting out into a pout as you put on your best puppy dog eyes.
“’s too late to order something.” Fred sighed. “Lemme go look at what you have in your fridge.”
You sat up to let him get up, resisting the urge to sigh at his absence. From the kitchen, you could hear the familiar clatter as he riffled through your pots and pans and opened and closed various cupboards. Somehow the sound was like the sweetest melody. It was like a soundtrack of pure bliss, a reminder that he was there, with you, and that you were happy. In the simplest terms.
You shifted to lay down on your back and stare up at your ceiling, breathing in what you could only describe as domestic bliss. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear him re-enter the room, your focus only being drawn away when the couch shifted from his weight. He lifted your legs to rest in his lap, his hand lightly rubbing up and down your ankle at a soothing rhythm.
“Got a quesadilla cooking.” He declared, his eyes tracing up and down your figure as you moved to sit up and look at him.
“Couldn’t stay away from me long enough to watch it?” You teased lightly.
“Can you blame me?” Fred grinned at you, giving your ankle a light squeeze.
You giggled at the contact before sitting up further, swinging your legs around to straddle his waist. You let your arms rest around his neck, a dopey smile on your face as you fiddled with the short hairs there. Fred leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against yours, causing you both to giggle further.
“You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?” Fred breathed out, bringing your foreheads to rest together.
His words caused the familiar butterflies to erupt in your stomach, your smile widening even further. Some part of you knew this would be the perfect moment to tell him exactly how you felt. To tell him that your days are just a bit darker when he’s not around, and how he can make you laugh even when you want nothing more than to cry. You wanted to tell him how whenever he was gone on business trips, you could only fall asleep if you were wearing one of the old t-shirts he had left at your flat, or how you always seem to find something that made you think of him no matter where you were. But, your drunken brain was far from articulate, and your nerves seemed to have a firm grasp on your tongue, so instead, you simply pressed your lips to his.
Fred kissed you back passionately, and it was clear that neither of you minded that both of your mouths held the aftertastes of different alcohols. His lip glided along your bottom lip as his hands found your hips, steadying your movements. When you knocked your teeth together in the drunken kiss, you both pulled back for a moment to giggle, before the passion resumed.
Things seemed to carry on like that for several minutes, wanting nothing more than to be close to one another in every way possible, to be tangled up in anyway that you could, but having to pause every little bit to let out drunken giggles at the situation. You were certain no one had ever gotten you the way Fred Weasley got you, that no one could make you feel so comfortable, and that you were irrevocably in love with him.
Your sweet moment together was brought to a halt by the sound of a loud screeching coming from the kitchen. It took a moment for your brain to recognize it as the sound of your smoke alarm, but once it did you both were to your feet and rushing into the kitchen. Fred cursed under his breath at the clouds of smoke rising from the skillet and quickly set to turn off the burner. You grabbed a drying towel from the counter and began to wave it by the alarm, attempting to cease the godawful beeping it was letting out. After a few minutes, the sound did cease and the smoke cleared, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief.
“It’s burnt.” Fred pouted, lifting the skillet to show you the blackened quesadilla.
You weren’t sure if it was the childlike expression on his face or the fact that you both had entirely forgotten about it in the first place, but you couldn’t help but erupt into a fit of laughter. Fred looked at you for a moment as if he were offended by your giggling, before turning his attention the burnt quesadilla, then back to you, and beginning to laugh as well. It was all so absurd and truthfully far from funny, but in that moment, nothing could make you laugh harder.
Fred slid the quesadilla in the garbage before placing the skillet in the sink, resigning to washing it later. In the meantime, you had grabbed the bag of shredded cheese and hoisted yourself up on the counter, swinging your legs as you scooped out a handful of the cheese and began to eat it.
Fred turned and smiled fondly at your actions, crossing the kitchen to settle himself between your legs. He opened his mouth and you wordlessly registered what he was requesting, leaning forward to drop some of the cheese into his mouth. Both of you continued to giggle lightly, feeling nothing but elation as you remained in each other’s presence.
You raised your hand to offer Fred a bit more of the cheese, smiling warmly when he opened his mouth to accept some. The two of you weren’t as in sync as you might normally be, considering your varying levels of intoxication, and as you dropped some of the cheese onto his tongue you were too slow to remove your hand and he was too quick to bite down, causing him to nip your finger lightly.
You pulled your hand back hastily and Fred’s eyes widened as if he had just mortally wounded you. He swallowed the remaining cheese in his mouth before speaking up, taking your hand in his to examine it.
“Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Merlin, I am so sorry. Are you bleeding? You must be bleeding.”
You weren’t.
His rambling and concern for you caused you to tilt your head back and let out a loud bout of laughter.
“‘m fine, Freddie.” You assured, leaning forward to press your lips to his and squash his worries.
Fred brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the finger he had just bit, nodding to himself after as if to convince himself that now you were fine. Truly, it was just about the cutest thing you had ever seen.
You spent the next few moments polishing off the bag of shredded cheese, Fred abundantly more careful not to nip your fingers anymore. You chatted lightly, talking about every drunk thing that crossed your mind. Once the cheese was gone Fred poured the both of you a glass of water, sloshing it around slightly as he tried to balance them both in one hand and extend the other to you. You hopped down from the counter and accepted his hand, allowing him to guide you back to your bedroom. He spilled nearly half of each water on the way, mostly on himself, but neither of you could find it in you to care.
Once inside, you threw yourself down into the center of your bed, extending your hands out in a grabbing motion as Fred set the glasses on your nightstand. Neither of you could be bothered to change into pajamas, so you settled by kicking off your shoes and doing your best to get comfortable in the dress you sported.
Fred kicked off his shoes as well before crawling over to you and collapsing nearly entirely on you. He laid on his stomach and wound his arms around your waist, his head finding the crook of your neck and pressing a few soft kisses there. You wound your arms around his neck, your legs tangling together. Truthfully, it wasn’t exactly comfortable, but you had him close, and that was all that mattered.
You listened to the sound of his breathing as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Your mind was screaming at you to say the words that had been plaguing you almost all night, before it was too late. Now was your chance.
But, then, you noticed that Fred’s breathing had shallowed significantly and light snores had begun to leave his lips. You breathed out a sigh of disappointment from missing your opportunity, mentally cursing yourself and your nerves.
As if the sleeping boy in your arms could read your thoughts, his grip around you tightened, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. The small action brought a smile to your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.
Perhaps you could wait to tell him that you loved him until the morning. Besides, some part of you was aware that he already knew.
#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley x you#weasley twins#Fred Weasley fanfic#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley
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Hey. I just want to hear some opinion. And i am sorry if i offend anyone with this ask since this is probably can be sensitive. I do not mean harm or wanting to offend anyone. This is pure curiosity from me. Probably i need to give a trigger warning for those who have dysphoria (sorry i don't know how to spell it). Warning : I want to discuss about female bodied human who claimed to be female. (Sorry if i seem overreacting, but i have some bad experience because i do not give these warning and being called some unflattering words)
What i want to say is... Is it just me who got weirded out by female!Yuu or any female yuusona or any female bodied Yuu/OC who is readily tell the twst cast that she is a female, i am talking about the yuu who is a minor aka student, first year Yuu.
This is not me hating those female Yuu btw. I am just genuinely confused.
I mean it's an only female in all-boys school. Doesn't that should already ring some danger alert? Shouldn't she feel a little unsafe? I mean you wake up in a different world, with no memory or you do, probably your clothes got magically changed to some weird cult-like uniform (you probably don't know that is magic), you don't have money, don't know anyone. You are basically an orphan, homeless, moneyless minor with no knowledge of the new world you are in.
And NRC is a prestigious magic school, an ALL-BOYS MAGICAL prestigious school. If a girl who is MAGICLESS studied there with 'special' circumtances wouldn't there be some scandals involved. I bet the reporters would have a field day. It just doesn't make any sense. It already defy 2 things that the school is known for. I doubt Crowley would say it openly or even accept it easily.
Okay, you can argue with 'the casts are not criminals' and i use this word here lightly. Buuuuuttt... Let's not forget that Leona, Vil, and Jamil almost kill people. Leona almost 'sand-ing' Ruggie, Vil almost poisoning Neige, and Jamil who dokan people into the night of dessert which cold can kill people. Yes, we can argue about how they are not bad people. But if you ask me, this can be classified as attempted murder right?
If murder can almost happen in that school and physical bullying can also happen, what other bad things that can happen? Also for the magicless female yuu, how in the world are you so fearless????
I am genuinely confused in how those magicless female yuu is so fearless?? How can you defense yourself against the talented magical students with 'gray' moral? You can say using fists or things like that, but how far can a mere physical defense and offense fight back against magic and poison?
Thank you for reading this essay and question. I hope you can give me some insight for this little problem. I hope this doesn't offend anyone. If it is, i apologize.
If you don't want to answer, please direct me to a blog that can answer this kind of thing. I don't intend this to be hate message btw.
Hello Anonie 🌸☺️,
As per your question, well, I'll try my best to explain to the best of my abilities. But many people have many differing opinions and views, so I hope you will keep that in mind. Also, I'm not always the best at explaining, but I'll try.
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(Before I start, I want to say I hope I don't offend anyone. If I say anything wrong or wording it wrong, please kindly point it out and I'll correct my mistake. I am a human being as well and I can make mistakes, but I am also always willing to learn. ☺️☺️☺️💕💕💕💕)
So I have a couple points I can make and different ways I can handle your question, so I'll try my best.
Point 1: MC/Yuu
First, I will start off with your main point about MC/Yuu. You’re main issues is that MC is portrayed as a female to many people and how that can be a problem, especially in an all boys school.
Now, here is the part that I think you focus too much on.
The fact that MC is a female to alot of people eyes and the problem that it could bring.
I think wether the MC is female or male or feminine or masculine, there will be issues.
Now I get the point that you are making, don’t get me wrong.
but you have to remember that MC/Yuu is from another world and not only that, but they are magicless, so in reality, it doesn't matter if they are female or not.
They will be in danger. They will be in trouble, not because of their gender but because of their setting and background that was set up for it. We play a character that not only is trying to survive in this world but are making friends and the narrative is focusing on the fact that we, as a magicless person, are trying to survive. That is literally part of the story, never mind the fact that it could be hinted that MC might have powers, or the fact that despite it, they are trying their best to survive. they are trying to make the most of living in this world and getting through day by day, one day at a time.
And, as a human being, that's what we all try to do, right?
We try our best to get through each day as it comes no matter the circumstance.
You bring up the fact about scandals and such, but remember NRC is a prestigious school. The headmaster can stop rumors like that from happening, I mean look at chapter 6.
also, to a point, MC is under the protection of the headmaster and the staff. No one, at least in my opinion, is going to cause trouble by breaking that protection.
you bring up instances about what MC went through, as part of the story so it doesn't matter if MC was a female or not, they would have gone through it either way. they would have always been in this danger.
But you have to remember that despite the danger, MC survived it all
not only because it is part of the narrative
but I personally think it cool, why? because here you have a magicless person survivng through all these struggles that even people with magic have and they are not only getting through them, but they are winning.
It shows you how far determination can get you. It shows you human strength.
not to say that it doesn't affect MC, You can see how tired they have become throughout the chapters. You can see from their responses to the slight sarcasm they have. they are tired but they keep going
and we keep wanting to overthrow Crowley.
and I guess, I can see the implication you are implying with being in a boys school and dealing with magic and bullying but that applies to all MCs and there are fanfics that explores that tough side of it and even darker tropes.
but I think that at the end of the day, don’t think too hard on it. just enjoy the game for what it is. a fun adventure game with an interesting plot.
because worrying about those aspects will just give you unnecessary stress and worries.
at the end of the day, that is what it is, just a game. and we can forgive a view points when it comes to story telling and plot holes. as we can do with any book or tv series or anything else. and anything we question, well that's what fan theories and fan fiction and analysis posts are for.
just have fun. ☺️☺️💕💕
Point 2: Self-Inserts
You had brought up self-inserts and I just want to point out that everyone’s self-insert is different.
while the game might be the basis for the backgrounds for some
it is not the basis or backgrounds for all of them
everyone had different backgrounds or traits or capabilities when it comes to self inserts.
for example: I have seen those who have inserts that do not have powers in the beginning but require them later on or some that do have powers but the magic mirror just doesn't recognize it or some that just hide their powers.
same can be said with any other abilities they might have or might be hiding.
in the end, self inserts are made to give people a sense of belonging and a sense of immersion to the world they are a fan of.
its to bring a sense of comfort and warmth and to get away from real life just for a moment.
it is different for everyone, how their self inserts will react and how they would go about every situation that they come across.
not all of them are helpless and even those that seem helpless can surprise you.
or maybe your favorite character will save the day.
at the end of it all, it for fun and its for comfort.
and I think that's what we need to remember.
for example: in certain instances I or the mc would have reacted differently, chapter 3 when everyone cheated??? I would have let them suffer a bit more. cheaters dont prosper and they deserve the punishment. Chapter 1 with riddle? after the overblot I would have helped him bake the tart because I would want to help him. Tsuntaoro never being invited??? guess what?? we are not starting this meeting until we drag his butt here. Bird brain for dinner after five chapter of overblot and he better be paying me for all this BS I am going through and fixing my dorm. or you know, social media is my friend and I'm sure I can make NRC look horrible for treating a student this way...
so there's many ways it can go, and I dont think you should focus on that one aspect of it anonie.
Let’s have fun 🌸🌸
I hope that answered your question anonie, I tried my best to word it the way I see it. if anyone wants to add in, please go ahead, and as stated before, if I said anything wrong or worded it weirdly, please let me know. I am always willing to learn ☺️☺️😊😊😊
#I wasn’t sure wether to post this or not but given I spent a whole day typing this out#I might as well#and with the fandom expanding I think it should be said#and all mcs yuus self inserts are valid#please do not gatekeep#let’s all enjoy the fandom#answered#hanas thoughts#anonie#female reader mentioned#female reader#tw disphoria#just in case#im not sure if I did not correctly#disney tw spoilers#english twisted wonderland
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Day 26: Accident
when harry woke up in a hospital bed for the millionth time, his first thought was hermione is going to kill me. and it was true because hermione had threatened to do exactly that if he landed himself in the hospital yet again.
but when he finally opened his eyes, there’s no red or bushy brown hair in sight. just the pale blond one which belonged to the prat he hated the most. Draco Fucking Malfoy. and for some reason he looked relieved to see Harry. that couldn’t possibly be right. because draco hated harry with passion and he would have been happy if he died-
“Merlin, Harry, gave me a right scare. can’t you play one game without getting injured or is that too fucking much for you?” draco asked, and while the words and the tone of his voice were in perfect contradiction; one thing was clear. Malfoy was concerned about Harry. but that was something he would focus upon on some another moment when his mind wasn’t full of some half a billion questions. starting with what in merlin’s name was malfoy doing here?
“Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing here? he asked, annoyance clear in his voice. and because he couldn’t help himself he asked the other question which was burning a hole in his brain, “what game are you talking about?”
as far as harry was concerned, he had last played in hogwarts, although he did still participate in some of the impromptu Weasley weekly sunday matches but he doesn’t think Draco knew about that. harry’s words seemed to stop malfoy in his tracks. he frowned at harry, then he stared into his eyes for a long time before harry looked away.
“uhm, okay. Ha-Potter, could you tell me what year this is?” malfoy asked, did he really think harry to be so dumbheaded that he would forget the year.
“malfoy, do you really be asking me that? don’t you have better work to do? or did your small brain forget the date?” harry scoffed. malfoy was undetered, he asked harry the same question again, as if he hadn’t even heard harry’s words.
“ugh, you’re so annoying. its January 2001, unless i was unconsious for more than two weeks, then it would be february 2001.” harry replied, and the fuck was he alone? that too with malfoy to keep him company. he was about to ask just that when malfoy said-
“i’ll contact hermione and ron. just- sit here and try not to break anything or get out of bed.”
“and who would you be to comand me that?” harry challenged, like seriously what right did the poncy git have?
“as your appointed healer, if nothing else.” malfoy replied before leaving his private hospital room.
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"okay so it's 2011 and I have somehow forgotten ten years of my life. So what's up with me right now then? Senior Auror? Please don't tell me I went for Minister!" Harry tried to joke, it wouldn't do good to panic now afterall. "and however did I end up here? Malfoy mentioned something of a game?"
Ron and Hermione share a look. Harry always hated when they did that, especially after they got together.
"and why did you both allow Malfoy to be my healer? What were you both even thinking?" he added because he can't help but feel slightly betrayed by his friends. Malfoy entered at that exact moment, nosy git that he is, can't let people have some privacy.
"so does he know then? Doesn't look like it," Malfoy claimed, and Harry wanted to strangle him because he was aware that the he was him.
"harry was just asking about his job, and ... other prospects of life." Ron said, looking back and forth between Harry and Malfoy.
"well, I would be going really blunt now because reg would be wanting answers soon." Malfoy motioned his hands around as if whatever he said made sense and who was this reg person even?
even if Malfoy had appeared confident just a moment ago, he took a deep breath before he started, looking determinant, "you're a professional quidditch player. You resigned from the aurors about nine years ago and have been persued by various teams, and have changed teams twice. You now are the main seeker for Puddlemere United. You got hit pretty hard by a bulger before losing consciousness. And then here we are two days later. Does that answer your questions?" Malfoy asked calmy, it's a lot to take in. Well, Harry never fancied being a Auror all that much after defeating that noseless bastard so it's a good decision on his part. He wondered how he came to the decision.
But more importantly, he still had plenty questions let, "who are you? I know your name, malfoy. I am curious to your status in my life." Harry asked and by the look on Hermione and Ron's face and pain reflecting on Malfoy's, he wondered what was so wrong about it.
"Harry, I must have forgotten to tell you. I'm the Minister now. And Ron became head auror just six months back! don't you think that's incredible?" Hermione asked but Harry knew when a topic was being changed pretty well.
"it's no use stopping the inevitable, Mione. He would know eventually and I rather face it myself firsthand. Would be the best route for my heart, you know?" Malfoy said sadly. As if he had something to be sad about, Harry scoffed mentally at that. And what ths fuck? Mione? Not only was Malfoy on first name basis but he also called his best friend by their nicknames? What had the world turned to?
"We are married, Potter. And no, I haven't used any illegal or inauthentic means to achieve it. We have been together for the almost nine years now. And married for the past six." Malfoy said in one breath and what the actual motherfucking fuck?
"Yeah, right. So what's the real shit?" Harry snorted because malfoy might have a humor but this was so fucking far from the truth that it was downright ridiculous.
"Draco is telling the truth, Harry. You both are married." Ron said, and are these people alright? Harry was getting worried.
"what did he do to the two of you as well? What kind of potion did you use? Or is it a spell? Tell me, Malfoy. How have you been doing it for what did you say? Nine years, yeah?" Harry sneered. Malfoy's face shattered, as it should. He had been caught afterall.
"Draco..." Hermione started but Malfoy quickly put up his hand.
"I can't, not right now. It's fine, Mione. Don't worry about me." Malfoy said with a broken voice. Harry had never seen Malfoy showing this kind of emotion publicly before, but Harry didn't care.
"oh, and if we are actually married. I would like a divorce, immediately if possible. You can take whatever you want from my vaults if you want, if money is what you have been after. Reckon you wouldn't need much, what with your family fortune but I guess some people are never satisfied." Harry taunted because that's what he knew best, even if Malfoy looked like he was on the verge of crying.
"are you sure you want that? You won't regret it when you get your memories back?" Malfoy asked slowly.
"oh, absolutely. I think my actual self would be actually thankful. And please do this as soon as possible." Harry requested, although his tone showed anything but.
"very well, Potter. If that's what you wish for, then that's what you get. Don't say I didn't warn you," Malfoy said one last time. Harry just snorted at that.
Ron looked torn between shocked and upset and Hermione was actually crying. She started protesting but Draco just shook his head and smiled at her.
"I always knew this dream would break, mione. I'll be fine. I have reg." Draco sighed before he came to stnd directly infront of Harry.
"break the bonds then, the certificate would already be produced after we do that. I'll contact the advocate right after." Draco put forward his hand and Harry hesitated for a bit before putting their hands together. The touch was familiar, the skin soft and tender. Harry didn't even dwell on that for more than a second.
Malfoy spoke a foreign language, although Harry did catch a few Latin words in there as well. He didn't really care, but when Malfoy finally extracted his hand. Harry gasped loudly, his heart felt lighter and there was a whole comfortable weight on his shoulders that was gone. He didn't like that feeling even one bit.
Malfoy silently wiped the tears in his eyes, as if that was insignificant. He stared at Harry for a long time, to the point that Harry started feeling uncomfortable.
"well, goodbye Potter." Draco said atlast and Harry just lifted an eyebrow and sneered at him. He gave a sad smile to Harry's bestfriends as well. Then, malfoy actually hugged both of them, together.
When they pulled apart, he said, "don't worry, you both. He is not my Harry anyway. I'll be fine." Malfoy didn't look fine and even Harry could tell that.
"what about reg?" Hermione asked. Seriously, who was this reg?
"I'll be taking him with me. Or since ha-potter is the one who is leaving. Reg would be staying with me."
Draco then smiled, Harry didn't like that look one bit, he looked at Harry through his red eyes and said, "i must have forgotten to mention but I'll make sure Regulus stays with me. What with you being unable to even remember him. I'm sure I would have no problem at all. And don't even try otherwise. Consequences would be deadly." Harry shivered at the words but still, didn't understand who Regulus was. The only Regulus he knew was Sirius's brother and he was long dead.
"Potter, Regulus is, Regulus Malfoy-Potter is our son. Or I should say my son." malfoy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "and don't even try contacting him by anymeans before- no even after you have gained your memory back. Because trust me it will, and it won't be pretty. I don't want my child to go through anything that would cause him trauma, and trust me when your own dad can't remember you, that's going to fuck up anyone's mind real bad, especially for a one and half year old." Malfoy spat out.
Harry could still hear some words ringing in his mind. Child? He had a child? He was a dad? He had to-
"Your rings, Potter." Malfoy out forward his hand, Harry frowned at it.
Malfoy finally gestured at his left hand and he say it, a solid but thin band of gold with small diamonds encrusted. It looked perfect. Just what Harry would have wanted for himself. Did he choose the ring himself then? Not detered, he slid the ring out of his finger. It was with some struggle but it came out atlast. But malfoy was still standing with his hand open.
"what now?" Harry asked, irritatedly.
"the family ring." Malfoy coldly stated. Oh, he then noticed the Malfoy family ring on his tiny finger of his right hand. He practically threw that into Malfoy's hands. Who wanted to be even near that thing?
Malfoy's hand pulled into a tight fist and Harry noticed that he still had a wedding band. So of course, Harry asked, "what about the ones you are wearing?"
"what about them?" Malfoy inquired and Hermione asked at the same time Hermione cried out, "harry, can you please not?"
Harry ignored her and lifted his eyebrows at malfoy again, "well if you take away the ones I had. It's only fair, I get those back."
Malfoy's eyes flashed angrily before the icy facade was back on, "i didn't want dissolve the marriage. I have no obligation to return the rings. And even if I did, I won't. My Harry gave them to me afterall." Malfoy said coldly, but his voice broke at the end.
"and the child-"
"nothing of it. Regulus is my son and he'll be known as such from now on. I would like to see you try otherwise." Malfoy basically growled. Then he gave one mock salute to Harry and turned his back to them and strode out of the room.
The three of them sat in silence for thirty more seconds before Hermione got up, mumbled something about Draco and left the room hurriedly. Ron took off soon after.
He patted Harry on his shoulder and said, "mate that wasn't good. You're going to regret it." Ron had said it with such conviction that it had Harry frowning for several minutes.
In the empty hospital room, with no one but himself to provide company, he felt a strange sensation of dread creep up. He looked down on his ring finger and the slightly lighter skin tone seemed to taunt him.
Harry felt extremely lost, again.
Day 25: Battle || Day 27: Babysitting
Part 2
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Hey Neighbour! - Part 8
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader
Warning: uhh some implications of sex
A/N: Hi, a big big sorry to you all on the late updates to this. I have no self control and have far too many WIP rn and keep forgetting to update this one as I’ve almost finished it! Happy reading! Apologise for any grammar/spelling mistakes x
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Hey Neighbour! - Part 8
You had avoided the Mayfair-Richards home for the past five days unable to face the woman you had fallen in love with. Old wounds and insecurities had opened up causing you to retreat from your neighbours, Amelia had also picked up on your change of mood which caused the guilt to amplify. The two young children still saw each other at school leading Amelia to mention how Oz had told her how sad his mother looked whenever she did the dishes at night, to anyone else they would have been bewildered by the statement but for you it was like a stab to the heart. Ally had tried to call and text you to ask if you were okay, your short texts back and actively declining calls must have given her the hint that you didn’t want to be contacted because after the first three days she stopped trying. You hated yourself for doing this to her but you couldn’t help but fall back into the familiar withdrawal habit whenever you felt this way, no matter who you hurt in the process.
“Mama, I’m finished!” Amelia announces, smiling proudly at her empty plate. You’re startled out of your thoughts as you look towards her matching her wide smile with a forced one. Your brother sits next to her as his eyes stay fixated on your form, concern evident within his gaze.
“Well done, Amelia-cakes! Why don’t you go wash your hands and brush your teeth for bed,” you instruct softly, watching as she nods and dashes out of the room. You quickly make eye contact with him as you lean forward keeping your voice low so to not alert Amelia of the intense situation..
“I wish you would stop looking at me like that,” you whisper harshly, he only shakes his head mutely before responding.
“I just don’t understand why you’re making yourself and her miserable, you clearly like each other a lot. Don’t ruin this just because you’re allowing your negative thoughts to take over,” his voice soft and gentle causing you to falter, expecting a harsher response. Sighing you relax back before taking a sip from the wine glass.
“Will you please help Amelia upstairs while I clean up here?” you ask instead, attempting to avoid the current topic of conversation. He sighs in defeat before dutifully leaving the room to find his niece.
You stand from your chair and collect the empty plates before moving towards the sink, as you begin to clean the dishes you notice a slightly dimmed light across the way causing you to tense, slowly you look up from your task and towards the light. Ally stands at her kitchen counter, even from here you can see how tired she looks causing that familiar guilt to creep up into your chest once more. She looks down for a few moments before placing a large piece of paper into the window, words written in black ink for you to read.
‘I think we need to talk’ The words cause you to gulp as you nod back before searching for some spare paper to write back on.
‘Garden in ten?’ you try to smile hoping to ease the situation but falter when she doesn’t return it and only nods back in acknowledgment.
Wiping your hands on a dry towel you hurriedly move upstairs to inform your brother of your plan, he reassures you that he’ll be fine with Amelia while you go to talk to Ally giving you an encouraging smile before shoving you back towards the staircase. Grabbing your thick jacket and shoes you make your way towards the front of Ally’s home, waiting patiently for her to let you in. Your breath catches in your throat as you take her in, the urge to reach out and hold her becoming stronger with each passing second, brown tired eyes scan your face before silently standing to the side allowing you to move in. You head straight for the kitchen and into the garden area sitting down in your usual spot, you wait for her to join you. A hot cocoa mug appears in front of your view causing you to smile sadly as you take it from her hands muttering a quick ‘thank you’. It’s quiet and dark out except for the porch light that glows above you, both sitting quietly as you take a sip of the hot drink.
“Ally I-”
“Why weren’t you honest with me? If there was something wrong you should have told me instead of practically falling off the face of the earth,” her statement catches you off guard, causing you to falter as you stare at the mug in your hand.
“After she left me and Amelia I was struggling for a while, I couldn’t cope with working and looking after a baby full time but I had this beautiful girl to look out for so she became my top priority over everything, my job, my friends. It took me years before I could trust others outside of my family to take care of her. I’m not good at having these healthy relationships that are good for me and I am so sorry that I’ve treated you this way, you deserve better than this,” you mutter, tears gathering within your blurred vision.
“I understand how hard it can be to trust people, I mean you know about Ivy and how she betrayed me, betrayed Oz. I get why you got scared when things were looking serious, I’ve had my moments with that too but Y/N I’m not like her and you aren’t like Ivy.” She pauses, collecting her thoughts before continuing.
“We are good people and I don’t think it was a coincidence that it was you who so happened to move in next door… that night after the fair apart from Oz I’ve never been so certain about anything in my life, I want to be with you and I want this to go somewhere but I need you to speak to me and be honest with me,” Ally tilts her head as if seeking your gaze before reaching across and grabbing your hand.
“I’m so so sorry, Ally. I should have spoken to you about my worries, I’m not used to someone caring. I just looked at how comfortable we all were in your kitchen that morning, how domestic it all was and my god I couldn’t have fallen further for you but my mind was screaming at me that if I allowed Amelia to become closer to you and you decided to leave… I can’t have another person walk out on her.. On me,” you stutter over your words as you feel your throat tighten, holding back a sob. Ally moves from her seat and crouches in front of you placing your mug onto the table she takes both your hands into her own, squeezing them with reassurance.
“I love you y/n. This week has been tortuous the amount of times I thought about walking over and forcing you to speak to me, but I knew you needed time to collect your thoughts. I may not have been obvious with it but I could tell something had spooked you that morning but please come and talk to me whenever you feel trapped into a corner, okay?” her dark brows arch, as she waits for your response. As you nod Ally reaches upwards and captures your salty lips with her own, her warm comforting hands cupping your face in place.
Tears continue to fall between you both as Ally presses gentle kisses along your jaw and cheeks seeking out that comforting touch, you realise that you were wrong. Ally isn’t like the rest of them, she’s kind and caring but most of all she understands you in a way that no one else can relate to. You quickly capture her lips, a heated kiss needing to feel her close.
“Is Oz upstairs?”
“No, he’s staying at a friends house,” she mumbles, against your lips. Pulling back you look into her slightly glazed eyes and demand the thing you need most.
“Take me to bed, Ally.”
With that, Ally grabs your hand and leads you back inside the house. The moonlight glows throughout the room giving you a clear view of Ally’s face as you allow her to look after you, whispering soft reassurances against your exposed skin leaving trails of wet kisses along your body, closing your eyes you surrender yourself to this woman finally allowing yourself to be loved without restrictions.
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Bright light beams through into the bedroom causing you to stir and groan at the invasive light cuddling into the softness of Ally’s chest enjoying her warmth and secure form wrapped around you. Lips graze against your hair as the brunette whispers a ‘Good Morning’ causing you to smile as you watch her fingers brush over your forearm that has stayed wrapped around her waist all night.
“Good Morning, Honey. Did you sleep well?” your fake-innocence doesn’t pass Ally as she chuckles deeply, her hand moving to tilt your chin upwards causing your lips to brush against her swollen ones.
“Deliciously actually,” her hoarse voice, makes you shiver before you capture her lips once more enjoying the sounds that escape her throat.
The sound of the front door opening downstairs and quick footsteps making their way upstairs causes you to part suddenly, blindly reaching for your scattered clothes recognizing those footsteps from anywhere.
“Mom!!” Oz’s voice shouts from the hallway, causing you to quickly cover up and head for the en-suite bathroom needing to freshen up before the poor boy sees you. Ally’s eyes follow after your retreating form in light amusement as she tucks on the woolly jumper and ties the string around her joggers.
“Mom I’m home! We had such a cool night! Jeremy bought over his new racing car you know the one with the remote it was awesome!” Oz’s excited voice trails into the room as he runs straight for Ally’s legs hugging her tightly, she places her hands on top of his crazy blonde curls and smiles.
“Well it certainly sounds like you had fun! So where is Sam’s mom? You didn’t just run from her car without saying thank you did you?” Ally’s tone makes you smile as you peak through the gap of the bathroom door always infatuated with her motherly side. Oz tries to hide his expression but with one raised eyebrow from Ally the boy slumps and sighs before nodding.
“It’s okay Ally! He was just excited to see you! Oz I’ve left your bag by the door okay,” Sam’s mom shouts from the staircase before the sound of the front door closing reaches your ears. Taking this as your cue you leave the bathroom just as the sound of screeching reaches your ears, a small body colliding with your own making you stumble.
“Woah! Hey Buddy!” you greet with a groan, laughing as you place you cup your hand around his jaw cradling him close. A sense of guilt lingering within your chest, the realisation what your actions could have done to the poor boy being the same fear you have for Amelia.
“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles into your stomach, you crouch to be eye level with him and give him the biggest smile you could muster.
“I’m sorry for not being around much, silly adults and silly work has been keeping me busy. I promise to make it up to you,” you murmur, watching as he nods accepting your apology before turning to leave to grab his backpack from downstairs. You stand from your position and fold your arms across your chest, that unsettling feeling still present, Ally steps towards you and places her hands onto your cheeks before kissing your lips.
“Stop, I can practically hear the gears turning in that beautiful head of yours. Now let’s go downstairs. I want to see my girl.” Her words cause you to raise a question eyebrow as your lips twitch into a half grin.
“Oh?”
Ally grins wickedly, before stepping towards the door. “I meant Amelia silly.”
With that she winks and takes her leave leaving you agape.
“Well I know my place then,” you grumble playfully before running after the mischievous Senator.
As if on cue the sound of the front door stops you both in your tracks midway down the stairs, Ally moves to answer the door and beams when she sees Amelia stood with her Uncle who has a very dirty grin on his face as his eyes move from Ally to you wiggling his brows as Ally crouches down and fronds over Amelia who seems to be enjoying the attention from her favourite person.
“Uncle Rupert said you guys had a sleepover without me, Ms. Ally!” she exclaims, a small pout forming onto her lips and you bite your own to stop your laughter. From the shakes coming from Ally’s shoulder the woman seems to be doing the same.
“Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry, I promise we can have soon okay? Just me and your mom needed to have a grown-up sleepover to talk.”
“Yeah I bet you did,” Rupert mumbles, amusement evident within his tone. You glare at him from your position as Oz comes running from the living room area, he instantly goes to hug his friend as he drags her further into the house telling her all about his sleepover. Rupert waits by the door as Ally gives him a shy hello before following the two leaving you to talk privately to the smug man.
“Not a word,” you demand, making sure to punctuate every word, it only seems to make him grin further. He shrugs putting his hands up in surrender as he steps through the door meeting you at the bottom of the staircase.
“So are we back on then? Oh and no need to thank me for looking after the devil's spawn last night, I swear she just knows what to do to make me crumble. I didn’t even know you still owned a Nintendo Wii,” he rants, as you both walk towards the kitchen where Ally sits with the two children all drinking from their respective mugs. Rupert goes to sit next to Amelia as he steals her mug to take a sip as she glares at him. You shake your head at the two before clashing eyes with Ally who winks over her mug gesturing you over which you gladly do. Stood behind her you wrap your arms around her shoulders and listen as they all converse amongst themselves enjoying these rare moments that you will hold dearly, smiling you kiss Ally’s temple before relaxing joining in on the conversation.
Now relaxed you allow the past to stay at the back of your mind as you look forward to the future, a secret plan up your sleeve you allow the details to rail off within your head excited to show Ally just how much she means to you and how do you do that?
By going official, of course.
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Remember Me | Draco x Reader
Prompt as requested by @llandaaa : After finding out that your boyfriend, Draco, is a death eater, he casts the Oblivate spell on you in order to protect you. However, when trying to cast your patronus, your happiest memory is with Draco, making you unable to complete the spell. How does Draco react to your confusion?
Warnings: angst, mostly
Word Count: 3.5k
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Standing on opposite sides of the room, Draco sits on your bed, head in his hands, pulling at his hair, letting the tears slowly stream down his face. You on the other hand pace his bedroom, back and forth, biting your nails, trying to piece the puzzle together how this situation could have happened behind your back for so long. Occasionally you stop to look at the boy sat on your bed, opening your mouth to speak, but you stop yourself from saying anything, continuing to pace the other side of the room. Draco looks at his arm, the dark mark on his forearm, taunting him, teasing him, yelling at him. Duty, the mark reminds him. He hated that he kept this secret from you for so long, but he was far too afraid to tell you earlier in fear that you would have the reaction that you were having now.
Draco was tasked with the impossible, but he had a responsibility. He had to prove himself to his superiors. If he didn’t, his life was on the line. He was just a boy and yet his family was so quick to sell him down the river as if he were nothing, but a pawn in this game of chess. “I wanted to tell you, (Y/N),” he tells you as you continue to pace back and forth. “But if I told you earlier, I ran the risk of putting your life on the line.”
Looking at him, you scoff, “But you are willing to put your life on the line?” He looks at you and gulps, not knowing what to say. “I love you, Draco. What made you think that I would be okay with you signing your life away to that monster? How do you think you are going to get out of this?” you ask him, genuinely curious to know if he had even thought of an escape plan or if he was going to completely his task. He remained quiet and looked back down at his mark on his arm. “You’re going to do it...” you say, the reality and the gravity of the situation hitting you. “Bloody hell,” you whisper, running your fingers through your hair, pulling at the roots, unable to fathom that your boyfriend was going to kill someone for the sake of evil.
“What choice do I have?” Draco snaps, rising from his bed, anger rising with him. “He’s going to kill me. And then he’ll kill my family. He’ll kill you. I have to do this!” he yells, shaking with fury. He wished you could understand the pressure he was under. He regretted the decision of telling you about this immensely. It should have been better to keep you in the dark about this and distance himself from you.
You remain silent when he tells you that the Dark Lord would kill you if Draco didn’t fulfill his duty. “Why would he kill me?” you ask.
The naiveté in your voice makes him laugh. You were one of the smartest people he knew and yet somehow, you never knew how much you meant the blonde boy. From the moment Draco and you became a couple, he was in it for the long haul. He swore to himself that he would do anything and everything to prove that he loved you more and more each day. Yet somehow you remained oblivious to how much the poor boy ached with love. “Because he’s killing the people I love. Don’t you see it? You mean the world and stars to me and he wants to take it away from me if I don’t do this,” he rationalizes with you.
Taking a deep breath in, you let the tears fall and you let the sadness and pain wash over you. Draco is immediately at your side when the first tear falls, cupping your face in his hands, kissing the tears on your cheeks as they fall in hopes to kiss away the pain. He wipes them away with his thumbs before you sob into his shoulder, gripping onto him, holding on for dear life. “Please,” you beg him through sobs. “I can’t lose you.”
Your words pull at Draco’s heart strings as he begins to cry, the both of you sobbing in each others arms, too afraid to lose the other. The two of you had risked a lot to be in this relationship in the first place, and finally you were so happy together, finally you were in love. And now this came along and reversed it all.
Draco held onto you tightly, pressing kisses to the top of your head, smelling the faint aroma of your perfume, his heart fluttering at the familiar scent. It brought warm to his chest, his heart expanding with each breath and the scent. It reminded him of potions class, smelling Amortentia for the first time as he smelt your perfume in the cauldron, heat rising to his cheeks as you giggled in the back of the classroom. Immediately after that class, Draco kissing you in the hallway, telling you that he wanted to take you on a proper date like boyfriends and girlfriends do. The brightest smile on your rosy cheeks appeared after he asked you, you jumping into his arms, kissing him hard, so happy that he asked you after weeks of pining over each other. It was the happiest memory the both of you could recall. As Draco pulled away to take a good look at you, he softly smiled at you, wiping away your remaining tears before kissing your forehead sweetly. “Look at me,” he tells you as you do so, sniffling. “You won’t lose me,” he says, pulling his wand out of his pocket as you furrow your eyebrows. Draco knew what he had to do in order to protect you, no matter how much it would kill him inside.
Suddenly, you knew exactly what your boyfriend was going to do. Your face drops in horror, mouth agape and eyes wide. “Don’t you dare do this to me, Draco. I’ll never forgive you. Don’t you dare do this to us,” you cry out, more tears pooling in your eyes than before. You weren’t going to let him do this. It wasn’t fair to you. “Please, Draco. Stop it. Please I can’t d-”
“Obliviate!” Draco points his wand to you as you scream his name one last time in horror before your face falls blank. Your vision goes white and your hearing turns into white noise. Draco watches your eyes shut and he looks at your nightstand, the picture of you two that stood proudly on top of it. You two were both laughing as Draco engulfed you in a hug. Slowly, Draco’s figure disappeared from the photo. His heart sank as he knew the memories of you two would be gone forever in your mind. He swallowed the sob that rose in his throat. Walking to you, your eyes still closed, he places a small kiss to your forehead. “I love you, darling. I’ll see you at the end of all this,” he tells you before slipping out of your dormitory and rushing back to his, holding back his tears.
Your eyes shot open as you sucked in a breath. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for someone. You had felt the presence of someone in the room, but now they had left. You can’t remember who was here or why there were here. The room looks untouched, but you feel uneasy. You reach up to your face and feel that they were wet. Were you crying? Why were you crying?
Before you could try and fathom what was happening, you hear a knock at your door. Walking over, you open the door to reveal Hermione standing there. She has a smile on her lips, but it fades when she sees your tear stained cheeks and smudged mascara underneath your eyes. “(Y/N), are you okay?” she asks, grabbing your arms, looking into your eyes as if to search for answer. “How long have you been crying?” she pulls you into a great hug, squeezing you hard, trying to take away the pain that you were unaware that you were facing.
Confused, you speak into the hug, “I’m fine. I don’t even know why I’m crying,” you confess.
Hermione pulls away and looks at you again, making sure that you did look like you were crying. Puffy eyes, tear streaks dried on your face, mascara smudged, chapped lips: all clear signs that you were crying. “What do you mean? You can’t remember?” she asks you.
Walking into your room, she follows, looking around your room to see if anyone else was in the room. She fails to see anyone. “I can’t remember why I was crying. To be honest with you, I don’t remember anything that happened within the past hour...I remember eating dinner and now here I am,” you remain puzzled. What caused this amnesia?
“You left after dinner with Draco,” Hermione tells you. You look at Hermione confused. Draco? The name was not familiar at all. No picture of him jumped out mentally. The name brought no memories up. Nothing. Blank. Just white noise. “Draco Malfoy,” Hermione repeats. “Your boyfriend?”
You chuckle. “Yeah, right, Hermione. You and I both know I haven’t dated anyone since Dean Thomas asked me out in year four,” you push her shoulder, jokingly.
Hermione is so confused. You didn’t know who your boyfriend was? You didn’t even recognize the name Draco Malfoy? Did you hit your head or something? “You’re joking, right?” Hermione asks, lightly laughing with confusion. “You and Draco have been together for months. You even have a picture with him on your...” she trails off when she glances at the picture on your nightstand. What was a picture of you and Draco embracing and laughing was now just a solo picture of you laughing. “What?” she walks over to the frame, picking it up, blinking as if she was seeing something wrong. But then she realized the horrifying reality of the situation. “The obliviate spell...” she whispers.
“Excuse me?” you ask her, not understanding what was going on.
She realized that Draco had put the obliviate spell on you, casting away any memory you have ever had of him and your relationship together. Something serious must have happened between the two of you for him to do that she thought to herself. Hermione knew better than to poke and prod at you for more information, it would only cause you to spiral. “Um, never mind. Forget I said anything,” she tells you, squeezing your hand as you smile. “How about we sneak into the kitchens and grab a snack, shall we?”
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Weeks had past since that night and Draco watched you as you happily trailed the halls of Hogwarts, laughing with your fellow housemates, linking arms with Granger as you entered the Great Hall. You looked so happy, glee beaming from every pore in your body. Draco’s heart shattered every time he saw you and how joyful you looked even though he wasn’t in your life. He wished he could relish in the happiness with you, but it was far too dangerous for him to approach you and make him a part of your life again. Things were better off this way. You living separate lives and you not knowing who Draco was and what he was capable of.
Draco every day woke up and the pain of him not having you by his side just reminded how miserable living was. He was exhausted. He wished for the day that all of this was over and he could finally breathe again without the fear of the Dark Lord looming over his head like a rain cloud. His friends asked why you two were no longer spending time together and he simply replied, “We’re two different people. Things were getting too complicated.” No one questioned things further.
As for you, your friends wondered where Draco was, but thankfully Hermione simply told everyone not to bring it up. People just assumed it was a bad break up and did not speak of Draco in front of you. You ignorantly followed along, not a care in the world, just happy to be with your friends.
You sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, completely drained by Snape’s lecture as Hermione sat next to you, perfectly attentive as per usual. Snape had instructed you all to practice your patronus spells while he attended to matters outside of the classroom. You groan, getting up from your seat. There were plenty of other things you would like to be doing rather than practicing your patronus on a Monday morning. “Oh come on, (Y/N),” Hermione pokes at you with her wand. “At least we’re actually doing something rather than sitting around listening to him lecture. Expecto Patronum!” It takes Hermione one attempt before conjuring a full patronus, an otter. The creature swims around the classroom as you both laugh. Of course it took Hermione one go to perfect the spell. Everyone else in the classroom struggled to conjure a patronus, some getting it immediately and other a few tries and some not at all. You fell into the latter category.
“Why isn’t it working?” you groan in frustration, flailing your wand back and forth as Hermione watches you do so. “I’m thinking of happy things, but nothing is happening.”
Neville looks over to you, “Don’t worry, (Y/N). It happens to the best of us.” You smile at him warmly as he also struggles with the spell.
You glance to the opposite side of the classroom towards Harry Potter who helps other students with their spells. “Potter!” you call out as Harry’s head darts to you. “What am I doing wrong?”
Harry walks over to you, sitting on your desk. “Well, the patronus spell is cast correctly when you are thinking of your happiest memory. It can’t be one moment where you were happy or multiple incidents of joy. It needs to be the happiest moment of your life,” he instructs simply. “Can you think of that?” Huffing, you close your eyes and scour your memory for the happiest you’ve ever been. Slowly, you begin to recall one moment. You hear chatter in the hallway and you remember yourself grinning brighter and wider than you have ever done before. You smell cologne and apples and the deep voice of a boy. You’re kissing him as he holds you tightly. He is asking you to go on a date with him. But you can’t see the boy. It’s just blank. White nothingness. White noise. The memory fades as quickly as it came. “Anything?” Harry interrupts your thoughts.
“There was something,” you open your eyes. “But I can’t remember all of it.” You close your eyes again, forcing the memory up again. The boy in front of you is a white figure, you can faintly hear him. You can recall the sensation of being so happy, kissing him, holding him, but you don’t know who it is. Who is it? “There’s someone there...but I don’t know who it is,” you say, trying to remember. You’re getting frustration, but soon enough the frustration is replaced by anxiety. “I can’t remember,” you say, shooting your eyes open. “Why can’t I remember?” you start to breathe heavier and quicker. “Why can’t I remember?” you look at Hermione, hoping she has the answer. She looks at you worried and then to Harry. This is the first time in her life that Hermione doesn’t have a solution to the problem. You’re breathing is getting shallower and your knees feel weak. The room starts to spin as you try to remember who is in your memories. Nothing is happening, but the figure in your memory haunts you now. “I can’t remember,” you start to cry as your knees give out, Hermione catching you.
Hermione looks to Harry who looks worriedly at you. “What’s happening?” he asks Hermione. She shrugs as she holds you tightly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down. “(Y/N), what do you see?” Harry asks further.
You cry, “I don’t know! Don’t you understand? I can’t remember who it is! I hear his voice, I can smell him, but I can’t see him! I don’t know who it is! I can’t remember.” You breathe heavier as Hermione looks at Harry. She knows what is happening. The memory you’re trying to recall is one with Draco, but since Draco has cast the obliviate spell on you, anything with a memory of him is detached from your mind.
“Where’s Malfoy?” Hermione asks Harry as Harry looks wildly confused as if to say why him? “Don’t ask questions. Get Malfoy.”
Harry hurriedly looks around the classroom before seeing Draco sitting on his desk, talking to a few other Slytherins in the corner of the classroom, not practicing their patronus as instructed. “Malfoy!” Harry calls as Draco looks over, disgusted as to why Potter was summoning him. “A little help?” Harry points to you as Draco’s heart drops and he immediately stands up.
The sight of you makes Draco panic. He pushes students out of his way, running to your side, terrified about what is going on. He crouches down next to you on the floor as you are being cradled by Hermione as you sob into her chest, hyperventilating. “What happened?” Draco asks Hermione.
Hermione rubs your back and replies, “She was trying to remember her happiest memory, but she can’t recall it. I’m certain it has to do with something that happened a few weeks ago...” Draco’s whole demeanor shifts and the anxiety sets in. This was his fault. “Did you use the obliviate spell on her?” Hermione whispers just so low enough so you can’t hear, but Draco can. Draco doesn’t say anything which just confirms Hermione’s fears. “Are you mad?”
“I did it to protect her,” Draco says through gritted teeth, wanting to hold you close to him and calm you down himself. He knew he could do it, but he didn’t want to scare you. You didn’t remember him.
“Protect her from what?” Harry asks.
Draco flips around to look at Harry. “None of your business, Potter,” he spits. He turns back to Hermione. “Obliviate is reversible, isn’t it?” he asks, hoping that Hermione would have the answer and it was good one. He needed a win today.
Hermione shakes her head. “Unless you want to damage her memory and run the risk of killing her,” she spits, holding you closer to her chest in order to protect you from the Slytherin boy as you cry further into her jumper. “You should have used a charm rather than the spell! The spell permanently alters the victim’s memory. It’s irreversible.”
The news makes Draco’s heart shatter. Even if he survived the dark mark, he couldn’t even get you to remember him if he reversed the spell. You were done for. Draco looks at Hermione and says, “Let me talk to her.” Hermione’s grip on you tightens. “Please, Granger. I know her,” he says.
Slowly and carefully, her grip loosens on you. She sits you up as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You look to your right and see a blonde haired boy. You’ve seen him the Great Hall a couple of times, but you had no idea who he was. You couldn’t put a name to the face. “Who are you?” you ask him.
Your words makes Draco’s heart shatter further if that was even possible. He swallows hard, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he speaks. Even though you had no clue who this was, his presence was oddly calming. You felt your breathing even out. “I know you don’t know who I am, but I know who you are.” His words make you confused and a little scared. “Don’t be afraid. I promise I won’t hurt you. That’s the last thing I want to do,” he extends a hand out to you, hoping that you would take it. He pleads that you take it.
The whole room is watching you two now. You look at Hermione who offers you a gentle smile and a nod as if to say that everything was okay. You look at Harry who just shook his head. Carefully, you took Draco’s hand in yours which causes Draco to sigh in contentment. When your skin touches his, there is a warm sensation that washes over and a familiar feeling that reminds you of the memory that you were trying to conjure before. You felt safe. Almost like you were home in his touch. “Do I know you?” you ask him, really searching for an answer. He felt all too familiar to be a stranger.
Draco smiles at you, giving your hand a squeeze. “In another life, yes. But right now, we’re going to have to start at square one,” he explains as you remain just as confused as you were before. But in a weird way you were okay with that. “Do you trust me?” he asks.
And oddly enough, you did.
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getting back together after years
synopsis : the get back, part 1 “why am i even with you”
characters : sakusa, tsukishima
genre : fluff
warning : cursing, mention of alcohol
an : sorry for any gramma or spelling mistakes, everytime i’d right it was nighttime and i’d be really tired so i wasn’t able to focus 100%. please notice me of any mistakes
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Sakusa Kiyoomi
years have passed since your break up with sakusa, it was a sad but necessary break up for you to move on and finally glow up
you also realized that the only person you truly ever needed was yourself and you worked hard to be the person you are today
“at the end of the day, men are trash,” you would try to cheer your friend who had a fight with her boyfriend in one of the best clubs of tokyo. “so wipe your tears and come move your hips,”
on the professional side you became tokyo's favorite journalist, sports related; not only because of your looks but also your professionalism and personality
every hot athlete you've ever interviewed tried to get with you, but they always got rejected
on the other hand sakusa joined MSBY Black Jackals; a professional volleyball team in japan's v.league, in the top tier of division 1
yes sir period
he never dated someone else, the break up kinda broke his heart but he'll never admit it
he also became more distant with people lowkey
however, one day your manager called you to tell you about who are you going to interview next
as she mentionned the name of a famous volleyball team you couldn’t stop your mind of thinking about your ex who used to play volleyball
little did you know that he was a part of the team
lmao who gon tell you
when you got back home you decided to do some research about that MSBY team or whatever
...
oh to your surprise when you saw sakusa kiyoomi’s face there
“no shit,” you mumbled to yourself lowkey annoyed
after the brake up you grew stronger and more independent as you put in mind that all men are trash, you didn’t want to go through that steretipycal sad phase where your self confidence would be all crushed. you wanted to remain strong and you learned how to truly love yourself without expecting anything from anyone as you had your own self
period boo
anyway, you kinda had numbed all your feelings, and to see him now made all your memories with him comeback; how you first met, your first kiss, your first dates and that fight
so here you were, in your appartement checking out their previous interviews trying to get all the juice you needed yet your mind would still zone out on his face
“just keep it pro, y/n, he probably even forgot about you, just keep it pro,” you told yourself before turning off your pc
the day of the interview, here we finally are. the MSBY team knew they had an interview with the most appreciated journalist of all times so they got ready.
“do y’all think they’re cute ?” asks atsumu, “if they’re cute you better back off guys, i’m sure i’m going to catch their attention anyway,” he cockily adds flipping his bang and flexing his muscles, no one bothered answering him at this point they were used to him
“they’re here,” their manager clapped in his hands. “don’t forget what i told you guys, they are very influent so don’t mess it up and don’t scare them away,” he looked at atsumu and bokuto who just stuck their tongues out
“good morning,” you greeted all of them and bowed, “i’m l/n y/n, the journalist who’ll interview you today,” you looked at all of them with a poker face. saying that sakusa was surprised would be an understatement; he was in shock, his brain forgot how to function correctly. you followed the others who took you to the room where all the staff would chill, offering you coffee, tea and snacks
sakusa couldn’t keep his eyes off you, seeing you after all these years was like a wave of fresh air; he was relieved to see you successful and blooming, what a beautiful sight he thought when he saw you laughing with his teammates as he got in the room. but at the same time his heart ached him as he remembred what made you two go separate ways and the guilt he tried to hide deep inside him all those years started creeping up again in his chest
“c’mon, it’s just an interview,” he sighed before sitting on a chair behind his team
the interview started and it was going fine, sakusa’s teammates were cool and you had a lot of fun interviewing them. you liked their chaotic energy and it happened for you to match it, they immediately liked you
“y/n-chan,” started atsumu getting close to you, ”would you like to go out with me tonight, we could have dinner together or just grab a drink-”
“okay barry b. benson, you’re not my type sorry,” you stopped him as you pinched his cheek making all his teammates laugh, you got a pout from him but he eventually laughed liking your attitude
“y/n-chan, why don’t you come and have dinner with us tonight?” asked bokuto with sparkles in his eyes, “oooh~ say please we’d love to!” joined him hinata with the same sparkles in his eyes
you akwardly chuckle looking at sakusa then bringing your stare back at them, “i don’t kno-”, “please come, it would be nice,” finally adds sakusa what made you look back at him
you kept staring at each other for moment before you nodded makinf the three balls of chaotic energy; bokuto, hinata and atsumu scream a ‘yes!’ you exchanged numbers and you went back home
well, that wasn’t too bad you thought to yourself once back at you appartement plopping on your couch
for some reason your heart was beating fast and you damned those feelings you tried to hide and not get rid of for coming back
he was looking as handsome as ever, you were not going to lie
and that look in his eyes... was it regret ?
“as he fucking should,” you shook your head thinking about what he’d said in that fight
but you were young, he probably regrets, “stfu stupid heart,”
you got up and got ready for tonight’s dinner
“keep that poker face y/n, you’re doing great” you said to yourself before getting into the restaurant, you quickly saw hands waving at you, spotting the team and you went to the table. there was a place left next to bokuto and sakusa, just great, you tried hard not to roll your eyes and sat
the diner was going well, you were not bothered by sakusa’s presence, he didn’t talk much anyway and you had fun talking to the others who were really funny, the thing is that everyone got drunk; hinata and bokuto were hugging each other singing the yarichin bitch anthem, atsumu kept saying ‘ya like jazz?’ every time the someone would pass by, you and sakusa were the only ones in a good state. you couldn’t help but laugh at them trying to stop them but you’d eventually fail
“atsumu please stop,” you tried to stop him from getting on the table to ask everyone if they liked jazz, “i won’t unless you tell me ya like jazz, honey,” he wiggled his eyebrows as you couldn’t help yourself from laughing, “i do like jazz now sit down,” you finally said
sakusa kept thinking if he should talk to you or not in the mean time, he couldn’t help but to create two imaginary cases in his mind one for that says ‘yes’ and the other one ‘no’, he finally came back to earth when you sat back down after stopping tsumu from performing a jazz song
“but y/n i swear it’s a good jazz song, it is called... Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley,” he grins proud of himself, you stare at him trying to hold your laughter and when you were going to anwser you heared sakusa do it first, “no miya, and make the owl and the tangerine stop crying,” atsumu salutes him and goes to talk to the crying duo
“long time no see, l/n,” he finally says making your heart miss a beat
“never thought i’d see you again sakusa,” you answer, finally looking at him
“glad to see you’re doing well,” he adds. “even tho i wish we’d be on good terms,” you sigh turning your head. “gotta admit i am the one to blame,”
“glad to see you are mature enough to admit your wrongs,” you anwser him sipping on your drink
“i’ve always knew that i was the one who fucked up, y/n... maybe back then i just didn’t have the guts to admit it, nor to try keeping you close to me. i just saw how you were doing better off without me, and i thought it was better to let go even if it did hurt me...” he finally admits
all what you wanted to hear, craved to hear when you broke up with him. you felt some type of way, good memories you had with him flooding your mind and the feelings you’ve once had for the pretty germaphobe
what were you gonna say? were you finally ready to forgive him and move on or stay on your positions and just live like you’ve been living since the brake up
“well... we’re grown ups now, it’s all forgiven and forgotten,” you give him a small smile,
“thank you,” it was then quiet for a brief moment before he finally decided to man up, “i missed you,” he looked down at his plate
wow the butterflies in your tummy, heart and brain went off with no warnings, you stared at him with wide eyes trying to comprehend what on god’s green earth did he just say
did you miss him too ? did you hate him ? were you over the fight ? did you really stop loving him or did you just hide those feelings ?
too many questions yet no answers, as he realized you didn’t answer he mumbled few apologies but you stopped him telling it was fine
“it’s just... it’s been so many years and we didn’t end up on good terms,” you explain
“yeah, no, i totally understand that is normal,” you nodd looking down at your lap. “can i hold your hand?”
“pardon me?”
“can i hold your hand? fuck that y/n, can i have another chance? allow treat you right, to love you deeply. that guilt that built up in me kept growing with the years, and now that you’re finally here i just want one thing as i see your face is to make up for everything, even after years.”
oh wow, you were definitely not expecting that; not from sakusa who wasn’t this expressive with his feelings and especially not after all these years
you held his hand and smiled sincerly at him, “it’ll take me time; to figure out how i feel and to trust you again, but i’d like to give it a chance,” he smiled back, hope filling his eyes
after that night you tried to spend a lot of time together
usually he would be the one to initiate it
he did his best to prove you that you can trust him and that he became a better person for you
your heart would melt everytime he told you about a memory of you together or how he still remembered stuff about you
you were on your guards in the beginning but slowly you began to soften
eventually you got back together, but that’s another story
it took several months but you don’t even know how happy he was
oh and let’s just not talk about the media and how powerful you guys were
anyway you were happy and that’s what matters
Tsukishima Kei
ara ara what we have here
do you know how the life works in a weird way sometimes? a compilation of events that happen by sheer luck, fucking coincidences that are just way out of this world that lead you to bump into that one person even if you don’t want to?
no ? aight sorry
anyway, that is lowkey what life had in store for you and salt shaker man
tsukishima had gotten into that college he wanted to attend
he was happy but he would’ve secretely loved if you were there to share his happiness
oh how little did he know that you got into that college too
ahaha *awkward laughter*
homeboy found it out in a special way, not the best way there is but you know he had to know a way or another
he went to that party with his two roomates who actually lowkey forced him ngl
as he was making his way to the kitchen he heard someone laughing, a laugh he’s heard way too many times but he shook it off thinking about how many people may have the same laughter
“oi y/n, you look hot!” a male’s voice shouted
what ?
there was no way you were there and he decided to make sure by checking out by himself
he was CHOKED when he saw you there
“tell me something i don’t know,” you laughed as you approached the boy who called you. “what’s up hot stuff ?” he said as you were finally next to him
hot stuff? tsukki almost gagged at the horrible name you were just given, yet it was not false that you were indeed ‘hot’; you looked as flawless as ever, you did a 180° change
the sweet, soft, innocent y/n was replaced by the baddest bitch in the motherfucking block he almost didn’t recognize you. he wondered if you stayed together would you have gone through this change an didn’t notice you coming his way
“god, don’t stand in the middle of the- tsukishima ?” you stopped when you saw his face. “you attending a party, what a surprise,” you stood there a hand on your hip
“oh y/n, how are you?” homeboy didn’t know how to act at this point, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck
“i’m doing great actually, so did you get into here ? the ‘college of your dreams’,” he could feel the sarcasm in your voice, he also noticed how cold you were
“yeah, thankfully. where’d you go ?”
“oh i go here, the same college as you,” you fake a smile, he feels his heart miss a beat.. or two.“you know sometimes i look back, and i can’t help from noticing that being in a committed relationship didn’t stop me from attending one of the best colleges out there and you, on the other hand who didn’t want anything to do with a relationship got here too,” you spat, obviously you didn’t get to tell him how you felt when you broke up. “good thing i’m not in the same major as you though,” you sighed
“y/n i_,”
“no save it tsukishima, there’s no need to say whatever you want to say. at this point i’ve moved on, i just found it funny to see you here after what you’ve said and how i actually also got here; now i know for sure that you were the problem... and i hated myself thinking it was me,” you scoff. “hope i won’t get to see you often, good luck for the rest,” and with that you left, joining a group of friends who waved for you to join them
needless to mention that he was pissed and heartbroken
he was not expecting that from you, he always saw you as this delicate person whose kindness is infinite
now, oh now he didn’t recognize you
even your voice got more.. mature? cold? idk
anyway after your encounter he directly headed back to his dorm
he couldn’t sleep the whole night rethinking about all what those years with you and what you said, you hated yourself as you thought you were the problem
bravo tsukishima they hate you, he thought to himself
uhm lol so the rest of your college ‘journey’ went without the two of you seeing each other
you were both majoring in different stuff, the campus is huge, y’alls schedules didn’t match and you had different friend groups
yet rarely he would find you at the library at 4am, many empty coffee cans on your table, looking all sleepy with your glasses falling off and your hair in a messy bun
“fucking ass why on god’s poluted earth did i ever want to major in that fucking shit of a topic, couldn’t i do something basic like stripper or something ? ugh fml,” he caught you once in the middle of an existencial crisis
he couldn’t help his lips from twitching upwards and he couldn’t stop the memories of the two of you studying together flooding his mind
he never came close to you tho, especially after what you told him in that party
sad </3
you guys graduated from college fucking finally
congrats folks you did it!
and you thought it was the end of your story
how sweet, how naive
uh-uh baby life decided otherwise and you saw each other years later
in the same company 🤪
“oi tsukishima-san, don’t forget we have a metting with the new manager in 10,”
how could he forget ? everyone has been talking about this manager for a week
tsukki was respected by all his work mates as he was such a good element what made him get the best promotions and claims from his boss
n e way
he got into the conf room where everyone was seated and took his place waiting for the new manager and the boss to come in, he was clearly annoyed and didn’t want to be there; he just wanted to finish his work on go back home
anyway his attention was brought back by his boss entering the room, “good evening everyone, with no longer introduction let me introduce you to y/l/n y/n your new manager,”
tsukki’s head SNAPPED, he almost broke his neck
tsukiskima.exe has stopped working
you were surprised when your eyes landed on him too but you’re a bad bitch and kept it professional
he couldn’t focus for the rest of the meeting, even tho it was just presentations and basic information for the future collaboration
the meeting ended and everyone went back home, except for you as you stayed in late to work on some stuff
you thought you were alone since it was late, but you were wrong since tsukishima had also stayed in late to finish up whatever file he was asked to analize
this is why you were startled when you heard some noise and a tall figure got out of the office ahead of you
“oh my,” you held your chest and relaxed when you noticed it was tsukishima, “i thought i was alone,”
“staying in late on your first day huh, didn’t know you were still here,” he responded, you noticed how his tone didn’t change from when you first met him in highschool, maybe his voice got a bit more deeper tho
you couldn’t help noticing how good he looked in his suit, it fit him really well. his broad shoulders covered by the dark blue vest, the first few buttons of his white vector shirt opened letting you lowkey see his collarbone
“yea well i’m leaving now, good night,” you quickly say and took your leave, seeing him after all this time was weird and you didn’t know how to feel
you still remember what you said the last time you saw him at that party, you were hurt and you said some things you probably regret by now and you thought that he probably hated your guts and as long as you wanted to be at the top in your new work you still decided to stay away from him
“ugh what a dumbass,” you whined and slapped the back of your head thinking tsukishima was still in the floor you left him in, but he saw you and his lips twitched upwards
everytime he thinks you can’t look any better you prove him wrong, he thought to himself as he went to his car finally heading back home. after all those years life decided to still play with you guys and put you in the same company, i mean, he wasn’t complaining but he wished it wasn’t awkward between the two of you
you guys started working together, a new journey for the both of you started
he thought you still hated him and that is why he was cold with you :(
so you were both distant with each other and if you ever had to talk it was cold, formal and quick
it’s been a few weeks your collegues had noticed the tension between the two of you
they were lowkey sus of something but didn’t want to butt in
it was physically painful to watch
n e way everything was going more or less smoothly until a new face made an appariction in the company
“my god! what are you doing here?” you hugged the good looking man
“i missed you and i thought that i couldn’t live without you, so i am here to cling,” you pull away and playfully slap his chest. “nah more seriously i am here to get that bag boo,”
“as you should hun, so you’re a trainee huh? i’ll ask them to put you under my supervision,” you wink
“say less,” he flirtily gets close to you
“uhm, sorry to interrupt your i bet very educational discussion but y/l/n, here, the file,” tsukishima butts in out of nowhere, his voice colder than usual and his eyes lowkey darker than usual
“oh thank you,” and he left
“well, that was awkward,” your friend cringes
“shut up, yuuji,” you roll your eyes
“wait wasn’t that tsukishami? sushikima? suspicual tall bitch who broke your heart?” the last attempt made you chuckle
“yes, it is,” you sigh, going through the file. “i can’t believe you still remeber that!”
“miss girl, you were not the one listening at your own self sobbing at how some tall, blonde, salt shaker broke your heart and how you’d want to, and i quote “punch his beautiful face then hug him so tight that i’ll squeeze his organs”,”
you narrow your eyes at him then for quite a while, then you scoff, “i am glad you’re here, dickhead,”
“so am i, headass,” he gives you a sincere smile
yuuji’s presence made things complicated even more
tsukishima didn’t appreciate the new flirty, good looking, lowkey smart trainee who was under your supervision
he was more irritable than usual, he knew he had no right to feel like that but still, he couldn’t help it
everytime he saw you two together working, laughing, grabing lunch together or even just being in the same area it made him want to break walls
but he couldn’t
he also saw how yuuji would flirt with other female collegues and it made him furious; you didn’t deserve that!
deserve what tho lol you and yuuji were friends but since tsukki was blinded by his jealousy or whatever he was feeling he assumes you were a thing or soon to be a thing
dumb mf
anyway
your boss had assigned you an important file to work on
all cool and shit until he mentioned that you had to work with tsukishima
ahaha.......... right
you started working the day after
°3°
it was awkward as fuck ngl, y’all would share max up to 3 words in a matter of 20mins
each one of you was sitting in their side
the tension buddy, the tension!!!!!
idk how you survived
day 2: you slapped some sense in yourself and an old relationship that ended in bad terms shouldn’t affect your work years after
so you started talking more, always pro stuff, but still
kei was the same as yesterday but that didn’t surprise you since he was always like that and you weren’t expecting anything from him except contribute effectively to the work, what he did
day 3: work in progress, nothing less
day 4: same as day 3 except that you stayed in later than the previous days
day 5: yuuji bursted in because he had broought you food, he kissed your temple before he left wishing you good luck. tsukki almost gagged, homie was fuming in rage
day 6:
it was late, everyone had left but you and kei still working on that goddamn file, thankfully he had given enough time to finish the work
“y/l/n, the food is here,” tells you tsukishima as he got back into the office
“thanks, i almost died from hunger,” you get up getting what you ordered
you were eating in silence until tall man decided to speak up, “funny, huh?” you looked at him confused. “how we went to the same highschool, same college and now we are working together,”
you just let an “oh” thinking about what you told him in that frat party, “i guess you were right, i was the problem,”
“tsukishima look, it’s been years and it’s all forgotten now okay?” he looks at his food, his mind elswhere
“remember what you told me in that party?”
“tsuki-”
“i mean, now that we’re grown ups we can talk about it, right? i feel like i didn’t get closure, not like i deserve it but still,8
you just nodd and go sit in front of him
“well, i lashed out on you on that party because i didn’t get closure, i was obviously still hurt and petty and immature. Seeing you there was like a slap in the face, i really want to apologize but i feel like what i said was true,”
“and it was true, it took sometime to accept it and realiwe it, but you don’t need to apologize; i didn’t treat you right, so i am sorry,”
you give him a small smile, “i am also sorry, i shouldn’t have talked to you that way it was rude,”
“but true,” he adds and you chuckle
“yeah, it’s all fine now. we can start over again,”
“i mean, i’d like to,” he gives you a small, tiny smile but you could still see it
“y/n?”
“mmh?” you look at him, your mouth full and cheeks about to explode
“i know we just made up and stuff but... please be careful with that new trainee,”
“yuuji? what why?”
“look i’m a man and i know wha another man thinks when i see him in action, and he’s just... not trustworthy i guess,”
“tsukishima kei, tf are trying to say?”
“look, i don’t want you to get hurt! but he is all flirty with other women and it’s just a huge disrespect to you and your relationship,” he explains
you look at him with wide eyes than laugh your ass off, you couldn’t believe what you just heard
“tsukki, yuuji is my bestfriend we’re not dating,” you wipe a tear tha slipped
he just stares at you, “oh” is all what he could say
“thanks for worrying tho,”
“whatever,” he rolls his eyes
as the days went by you and kei got closer
he would tease you and you’d tease him back
“oi, salt shaker, put my stuff on a high shelf again and i’ll pull your highschool pictures when you played vb,”
“as if you still have them” he scoffs
“don’t mess with me!”
“whatever shortie- OW why would you throw the stapler at me?”
“it’s your mouth that i’m gonna staple next time,”
anyway it was all giggles and shit
you enjoyed working together and gaining your complicity back
the due date came, you had to present in front of 3 other CEOs and your own ceo
you did an amazing job, obviously
everyone liked the harmony between the two of you and how neat your work was
“WOHOO here’s my bad bitch,” yuuji hugged you after the deliberation
“stfu we’re not alone,” you laugh. “did i look good?” you ask
he smirks and checks you out, twirling you and wolf whistling, “hotter than ever and thicker than snicker,” you laugh at his remark
“uhm-uhm,” tsukishima came behind you
“hey, sushimika, good job out there,” yuuji gives him a big grin
tsukishima just nodds and his eyes dart to yuuji’s arm around your waist, something he notices
“erm anyway, Vanessa is calling me gotta go,” he kisses your head and leaves
“he’s one of a kind, i gotta admit,” you say pulling him out of his trance
“i mean, y’all are bestfriends so i’m not surprised,” you roll your eyes
“we did a good job out there, i mean i was better but you weren’t too bad yourself,” he smirks
“you’re so annoying,” you laugh. “i guess we make a good duo,”
you lookn at each other for a while before tsukki finally speaks up
“uhm look, i know it’s only been one month since we’re back to normal but... would you maybe like to have dinner with me?” he rubbs the back of his neck
“like a date?”
“you know what i mean y/n,” he rolls his eyes
“uhm sorry i don’t clearly see what you mean,” you grimace
“ugh alright, like on a date, would go with me yes or no ?”
you laugh at his impatience, “pick me up at 7,”
“is that a yes?”
“you know what i mean, tsukki,” you say as you leave
so the date went well
really well
you didn’t want to burn steps so you lowkey took your time in the process of getting back together
going on dates, talking everything out to build a strong base
work together was fun
i mean i’m not gonna talk about the sneaky make out sessions but haha you know 👀
surely you got back together, even shared an appartement and you are the happiest you’ve ever been
he proposed 3 years after
fin
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