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Words, Unspoken

Severus Snape x Reader

Mentions PTSD, Agoraphobia, Depression.

AN: Writing this was hard. I wish I could come up with a summary for this, but I just cant. I like the idea of a post war Severus struggling to come to term with the fact that he's allowed to finally be happy. Remember, love isn't always linear. Sometimes we unintentionally hurt the ones we love the most. Slight ambiguous ending. Enjoy.

The room beneath his staircase at Spinners End is full of dust and cobwebs, the smell of mildew and decay clings to the walls, to the wooden crates his father had shoved most of his things in once he was accepted into Hogwarts so many years ago. Clothing his mother once thought to save are ruined, full of tiny moth holes and stains from leaks he never knew he had. Still Severus keeps them, holding onto the memories more than anything.

He had wanted to put some more things in storage, wanted to stow away parts of his life that he no longer wanted to be reminded of, that he no longer had a connection with. He wasn't one to throw things away, growing up beneath the poverty line meant that the clung to things longer than he should have. Clothing that no longer fit him, books he's read so many times that they were tearing, edges rubbed raw from his fingers, the spine so broken that he knew if he was to open them the pages would start falling out, they were all put in boxes, labeled and sealed.

Severus never meant to pick up the box, never meant to turn it on its side and see his mother's penmanship, the words blurred from water damage yet so familiar that he could read them easily.

Severus, 6th year

Curiosity had gotten the best of him, so he took it out to the kitchen, using the midday sun as light so that he didn't have to waste what was left of his candles or call out for his wand. His throat was still raw and healing from Nagini's bite and every time he spoke it agitated the wound. The doctor had told him it would be many months before he was able to speak again, even with the many spells and potions he was to take. There were some things not even magic could heal.

The box isn't heavy and he can hear things rattling around as he pulls it open, careful not to tear at it. There's a faded school sweater he sets aside, the bag of gobstones that his mother had given him but he never got around to using, and a couple of notebooks he's reluctant to throw away but has no other option to, seeing as they're illegible from all the water damage.

At the very bottom he finds a book that sends a wave of nostalgia through his bones. Severus can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he recognizes the tattered cover and worn pages of his favorite childhood book. He had taken it to Hogwarts every year, finding great comfort in its pages when he needed it the most. The cover is held together with a piece of duct tape, the pages warped and yellow and faded at some parts. Even now, as he holds it, he can still remember his mother gifting it to him, sitting him on her lap as she read it to him by the fire place, back when life was easy and his father hadn't taken to drinking and carrying his belt around in his hand.

Severus sits, the rest of the box forgotten as he runs his thumb against the brittle spine, wondering how he could have forgotten about such an important thing. Even now, at thirty-six he still had the urge to crack open the book, let himself slip back into the fantasy world between the pages.

A letter falls on his lap as he fans the pages open, the wax seal crumbling and leaving bits of blue across his sleeve and on his lap. He cleans himself off, picks up the letter and the first thing he realizes is that the handwriting does not belong to his mother, but it is familiar. He can just about make out the fact that he's seen it before, the soft slope of the 's' and the way the letters connected; he knows this writing, he just can't recall who it belongs to.

The glue holding the envelope shut is so old that it's dried up and Severus just has to tug at a corner, the whole thing opening rather easily.

The letter is dated exactly nineteen years ago, written on a piece of official Hogwarts parchment, the school logo stamped on the upper right corner. Severus can feel his mouth go dry, his heart stopping as he reads the letter someone must have sneaked into his book during his Sixth year at Hogwarts.

'Severus,

I wish I was brave enough to tell this to your face, but it's like every time I'm around you I can't get my brain to work. The words are always there, yet somehow I don't know how to speak them. I'm hoping that this letter does a good enough job of expressing how I feel.

I've known you for a long time now, and I've always admired you from afar. Your intelligence, your wit, your passion - all of it has drawn me to you in ways that I can't fully explain. But what I really want you to know is that I care about you. I care about your happiness, your safety, your well-being.

I know that you've been through a lot, Severus. I know that life hasn't always been kind to you. But I want you to know that you don't have to go through it alone. You have people in your life who care about you, who want to support you, who want to see you thrive.

It's no secret that you don't feel the same way, that perhaps there's someone else you're interested in, but I don't think I can hide the way I feel about you any longer. So here it is, here goes nothing.

I am in love with you, Severus Snape. I have been for a long time. I know this might come as a shock to you, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. I just needed to tell you how I feel, so that I don't have any regrets later in life.

Please don't feel pressured to respond right away, or to feel the same way. I'm just glad that I finally get to share my feelings with you, even though I have to hide behind a piece of parchment.

I can't wait to see you again after this Winter break,'

Severus feels a knot form in his throat as he reads the letter, a sense of dread filling him up. The name of the writer is smudged, almost as if they had written this in a rush and hadn't let the ink dry properly before slipping it inside the envelope. But he so desperately wants to know who wrote this, who had slipped a love letter into the pages of his book nineteen years ago, hoping he would read it?

The thought of it being a joke, another one of Potter's or Black's twisted pranks, did cross his mind and for a second he could feel a wave of anger lick at his veins. But he read it again and he could feel the sincerity of every word and that anger melts away into uncertainty.

What is Severus supposed to do with this letter? Is he to put it in the rubbish, seeing as he's nineteen years too late? It's not as if the writer, whoever they may be, somehow still felt the same after all this time. Keeping it would make absolutely no sense.

Yet as he sat there in his kitchen, the sun at its highest, Severus thinks about how someone had looked at the young, awkward, poor boy that he was and had somehow seen something worth loving in him. Simply thinking about it sent his blood pressure soaring, a feeling he couldn't quite identify sinking its fingers deep inside his chest and squeezing until breathing was painful.

He was careful to slip the parchment back into its envelope, careful when he picked up the book and found space between the pages to put back the letter. Ever since the War, Severus was prone to panic attacks, and the weight of the letter, the weight that came with the realization that someone had entrusted him with their heart only for him to discover it almost two decades later, threatened to overwhelm him.

He slowly puts everything back in the box, deciding that it's best if he forgets about it all. If he acts like he's never found it, perhaps the guilt that's eating at his bone will go away. The letter would remain tucked between the pages of the book, stored away in the very bottom of the box and he could go back to living his life as if nothing had ever happened.

His resolve to ignore the growing seed of emotion inside of him breaks a few months later, when he wakes panting in the middle of the night. Severus is used to nightmares, is used to the feeling of his throat closing up and the weight of memories that threaten to suffocate him. But this time, it's not a nightmare that has him waking up in a cold sweat, no. This time he dreamt. Something soft and benevolent and unbelonging to him.

He dreamt of a house warm with life, of bright colors and laughter. Of a hand so tiny and fragile resting on his, a pair of sparkling eyes that look at him with so much trust and love. In his dream, he knew that child was his own, a child that he had never gotten to hold in his arms. In that dream he had loved her, had felt a warmth and tenderness that he had never experienced before.

The dream leaves Severus feeling disoriented and emotionally raw. He sits on the edge of his bed, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down. He's never been the type to long for companionship or a family, not after everything he's done, everything he's lost. He's always known that he will never have those things, that they are not meant for him, and he's come to accept that.

But that dream has shaken him, has managed to free whatever longing Severus had in his body and magnified it until it's all he seems to be capable of thinking about.

He thinks about the letter tucked between the pages of the book in the room underneath his staircase. He thinks about the person who had wrote it, thinks about how his younger self might have felt had they found the letter when he was supposed to. Would he still be sitting here alone, scared that if he went back to bed he would be forced to see a life that suddenly he craves more than air itself?

Severus isn't expecting company, so when someone knocks at his door and he's forced to put down his tea, he feels a pang of annoyance. He's just gotten back from his appointment at St. Mungo's and while his vocal chords are healing, he's in no mood to entertain company.

He opens the creaky door with a frown, ready to tell whoever stands in front of it that they ought to turn around and leave him alone. But the words die in his throat when he see's you standing there, one arm wrapped around a large brown paper bag, the other holding your wand up besides you, a thin layer of 'Protego' keeping you dry from the cold rain.

"Good Evening, Severus." You say with a smile, "May I come in?"

He wants to say no, wants to slam the door shut in your face because he knows what's in the bag and he doesn't need you buying him groceries. You've done this before, every so often showing up to check up on him and make sure that what- he hasn't stopped taking care of himself? He's unsure of why you do it, why you seem to think that he needs you to look after him, but he knows that even if he were to close the door in your face, you would leave the supplies at his door. With how hard it was raining, he knew it would ruin whatever you had purchased and he wouldn't allow food to spoil because of him.

So he takes a step to the side, his frown permanent on his face as he lets you walk past him and into his tiny home.

"I'm going to go put these things away, is that okay?"

He wonders why you ask when you make your way to his kitchen, setting the bag down to pull open the curtains on his window, letting the light in.

"You don't have to keep doing this." Severus says, and his voice is still damaged from the bite, harsh and strained. "I can take care of myself."

"I never said you couldn't," you reply as you set down a loaf of bread atop his counter. "I did it because I wanted to, because as hard as I tried I simply couldn't picture you shopping for groceries. Anyways I had a feeling you were running low. Figured I would save you the trip and take care of it myself." You said it like it was supposed to make sense, as if he was simply supposed to accept it and move on with his life.

But he couldn't, not when it made him feel so vulnerable and exposed. No one had ever cared about him enough to check in on him, to make sure that he had enough to eat, but you did and you did so without making him feel like he owed you anything in return.

Severus grunts, makes his way to at least help you. "How much was it all?"

"Not very expensive, don't even think about saying you'll pay me back. Would you put these away?" you hand him a small bag of potatoes.

He grabs them, biting his tongue so he's not tempted to remind you that you're in his house and he wasn't a fan of being bossed around. He takes the potatoes and places them inside the same drawer his mother always had. He watches you put the rest away, watches as you fold the bag and place it into the rubbish bin.

"Thank you," he says once you're done and the look of surprise that crosses your face has him wanting to tell you to leave. He hates the way some people act as if there's not a single cell of kindness in his body.

"For how long I've known you, I think that's the first time you've ever thanked me." You smile at him, and he can tell that you're not one of those people, that you genuinely appreciate his thanks. "You're welcome Severus. I will always be here for you."

Your words slither through his body, cling to that vulnerable part of him that's been exposed ever since he found the damned letter, and makes his heart beat just a decibel louder. He knows what you meant, but for some appalling reason his body reacts as if it's longing for something more, something he's not quite ready to admit.

He clears his throat, regrets it as soon as he can feel the pinpricks of pain against his scar. " I will make you some tea." he says, because he doesn't have much to offer you.

"I would love that." you reply and he can physically feel the warmth in your voice.

He lets you be, turning on his old gas stove and setting the kettle on top once its filled with water. He can feel your eyes on him as he brings back the teapot he had used and rinses it clean. It's a strange sensation, being the object of someone's focus and attention, but he finds that he doesn't mind it when it's you. It's almost comforting, in a way. Even though it makes his hands shake as he feels that pit of loneliness grow inside him.

He finds that he likes making you tea, likes the way your presence makes him feel less alone. When you leave the kitchen to, what he assumes is explore his home, he finds himself missing you, missing the times when he wasn't so afraid to leave his home and be around people.

The realization makes him rather dizzy, makes the small kitchen seem even smaller, the warmth from the fire all at once suffocating. His collar is too tight and he can't seem to loosen it. His fingers unable to grasp at the buttons. He gasps as the world around him starts to shift and blur.

Severus feels himself slipping, feels himself getting sucked into the dark depths that he can't ever seem to escape. He tries to breathe but it feels like he's breathing through a straw and his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

He calls your name, his voice trembling with fear. "Please, I need you." He doesn't even care that he sounds desperate, that he's revealing his weakness. All he knows is that he can't face this alone, that he needs someone to ground him, to remind him that he's not completely lost in his own mind.

The next few moments are all a blur for Severus. He can barely recall the way you had helped him to the floor, the way you had pulled apart his shirt, ripping the first few buttons off. He feels your hand on his forehead, cold and soothing against his boiling skin. He can hear your voice as you calmly ask him to say his own name. He doesn't know if he does it, he just remembers closing his eyes.

Severus is unsure if he passed out or not, but the moment he opens his eyes he sees you kneeling in front of him, your hand still pressed against his skin. He can see the worry in your eyes.

"Are you okay?" you ask gently.

He nods, unable to look at you anymore. He feels embarrassed, ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry." his throat is raw and it hurts to talk again. "I shouldn't have let you see me like that."

"Oh Severus," you say and he lets your hand push his hair out of his face. "Please don't apologize. There's nothing to be ashamed about."

He wants to believe you, wants to believe that it's okay to be vulnerable, but the years of conditioning have taught him otherwise. He reaches up, gently grabbing your wrist and moving your hand away. "I think it's time you take your leave."

He's so tired, always is after a big attack, and he just wants to go to bed. He wants to forget the way he felt when he called out for you, wants to forget that this whole thing ever happened. He doesn't look at you as you stand, ignores the hand you offer him and forces himself onto his feet. His body aches and that hole in his chest seems to grow the longer you stand in front of him.

"Please," he whispers, his throat going dry. "Just go."

"I can't leave you like this." You reach out to steady him but he moves away from you. "I don't want to leave you alone."

Severus shakes his head, in no mood for this. "I said go," he snaps, his eyes burning with anger and frustration. "I don't need your pity. I don't need anyone's pity." He scoffs, and he wonders when he got so angry

"Severus I don't pity you, I just-"

"Just what?" he interrupts, his voice rising in frustration. "What could you possibly want from me? You can't fix me, you can't make me whole again."

"I want to help you!" you snap, your own frustration rising. "I want to be there for you. But you're always pushing me away, shutting me out. Why won't you let me help you?"

He doesn't care that his throat feels like it's been rubbed raw, or that his head is pounding. All he knows is that he wants you gone. He wants to be alone, to wallow in his misery without anyone watching. He doesn't want you around, doesn't want his heart to soften at the sight of your concern. "I don't need your help," he growls, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I don't need anyone's help. I've been alone my whole life, I don't need anyone now."

"Severus, that's not true," you plead, taking a step closer to him. "You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm here for you."

Severus is suddenly scared that if you get any closer, if you touch him, he won't be able to hold himself together. He takes a step back, shaking his head.

"You called for me." you remind him softly. "You called me and I answered. I will always answer."

Severus freezes at your words, his body tense with a mix of emotions. He remembers calling out for you, remembers the pain and fear that consumed him in that moment. But he also remembers the shame and vulnerability he felt, and he doesn't want to face that again.

"I didn't mean it," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was... I didn't know what I was doing."

"It's okay," you say gently, taking another step closer. "It's okay to need someone, Severus."

Severus feels his resolve crumbling at your words, at the gentleness in your tone. He wants to push you away, to tell you to leave him be, but he can't find the strength. He looks at you, really looks at you, and sees the worry etched on your face, the concern in your eyes. He hates what he's become. Hates that he thinks about the letter and the gaping hole it left in him.

Most of all, Severus hates the way he wants you to keep fighting for him. He wants to push and push and have you push back. He pictures the little girl from his dream and he thinks how lovely it would be if she were to have your eyes.

Severus slouches, physically giving up. He can't take anymore of whatever is going on with him. He's never been the type to get lonely, to fear being all alone in this house he grew up in. He's always been okay with silence, with being a man no one looks at twice, no one ever thinks about. Yet, ever since he read that letter and found out that at one point someone had loved him, it suddenly became crystal clear that he doesn't want to be alone anymore. He wants to be loved, he wants to love back. He's so very tired of the walls he's surrounded himself with, of the coldness he's become so accustomed with.

"Stay" he whispers, because what else is there left to say?

You nod, understanding the weight behind his simple request. You take a step closer, and this time he doesn't push you away. He lets your hand rest on his shoulder. "I'll stay," you promise softly. "For as long as you need me to. I'm not going anywhere."

He want's to tell you that's not true, that you have a life beyond him and eventually you will put your coat back on and leave him and once you will he will be left all alone, like he thought he wanted to be. But he doesn't voice those doubt's. He keeps his mouth shut and lets himself believe that this will last forever.

You made him tea for the second time that night and set it in front of him, telling him to drink up. You also made him dinner, but he doesn't want to think about how he felt as he watched you go about in his kitchen, taking out pots and pans and ingredients as if you belonged here, as if this was just as much your home as it was his. He doesn't want to admit to himself that watching you cook for him felt like a luxury he didn't deserve.

He was surprised when you offered, surprised that even as night came and the rain stopped you stuck around. He was so sure that you would leave, that the words you had said earlier would come with a time limit. But you sat across from him, in one of the many mismatched chairs he owned and sipped at your tea, your eyes glued to the fireplace.

It was getting late, yet still you made no move to leave.

"Are you planning on staying the night?" he finally asks, and even though his words come out harsh, he feels a sliver of hope that you will say yes.

You look surprised, as if you were lost in your thoughts and he managed to startle you. "Oh, you're right, I'm sorry."

Severus sets his cup down as he watches you stand, disappointed. "It's fine if you want to." he says and again his tone is clipped even though he's trying his hardest to be kind, to ask you indirectly once more to please stay with him. He likes the way his home seems to brighten up the longer you're here and he's not ready to give that up.

You look at him, studying his face before answering. "Would you like me to stay?"

He nods, not trusting himself to say anything more.

"I'll have to go back home to grab a few things, but I will be right back okay?" you say, and he swears he can see a hint of a smile on your lips.

"Alright." he says, trying not to sound too eager. That will give him enough time to fix up his room for you. He doesn't have the luxury of offering you a guest room, but he doesn't mind sleeping on his couch if it means not spending a night alone.

"I'll be back soon." you say and disapparate, popping out of existence in a swirl.

He sits there for a couple seconds, his heart racing. He doesn't know what made him ask for such a thing. But he knows that he doesn't want to let you go. That perhaps in his state he's attached himself to you and let your kindness start to fill the darkness that he's kept inside of himself for so long. Severus is unsure of what it is that he feels towards you- he's unsure if he's somehow come to gather some sort of affection towards you. But he knows that you've always been there, from the time he was a young boy back in Hogwarts to when he defected and took up the position of Potions Professor. You have always been a constant in his life. Present, but not invasive. He thinks to himself what it would be like if he had come to notice you earlier.

Perhaps things would have been different. Maybe he would have been able to open up to you sooner, to let you in and share his burden. But it's too late for that now. He'll take what he can get and cherish it.

He stands and takes his cup of tea to the kitchen. He needs to replace the sheets on his bed, needs to set out a towel and candles for you. He's always thought about fixing the electricity in his home, perhaps this will give him the motivation to do so. If he was going to open up and make you a part of his life- in what way he was still undecided- he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable. He could look into charming the place to be a bit bigger, more inviting.

Severus climbs the stairs, winces at how cold it is in his room and moves to light the tiny gas heater he keeps in the corner. He wants to make sure that you will have everything you need, but everything he has is outdated, he's unsure if he can provide for you properly.

It makes him anxious as he strips the bed and finds new sheets to dress the bed in. He makes sure your pillow is fluffed, that the quilt he drags from the closet isn't too old. He's nervous and thinks that perhaps he shouldn't have asked you to stay, suddenly embarrassed at how he lives.

He hears you apparate downstairs, and he lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. Of course you would return, so why did he feel such relief to hear you?

The walls are thin, not very well insulated, and he can hear you set something down on the ground, can hear you walk up the steps, probably following the light glow from the candles.

"Severus?" you call out and he has to force himself to step away from his room, to accept that he's done all that he could to make it presentable, and calls out to you.

He's surprised to see that you've let your hair down, even more surprised when he thinks that he rather likes it like that. It frames your face in a way that has him never wanting to look away. He doesn't know why he's just now realizing this, why he hadn't looked at you sooner.

He stops his thoughts from drifting too far, moves out of your way so you can enter the room. "I left a towel for you in the bathroom, just in case." He says, and this whole exchange is making him uncomfortable. He's not sure what he's supposed to do, what he's supposed to say. "I also turned on the heater for you, it should keep you adequately warm for the night."

"Is this your room?" you ask, looking around.

Severus is unsure why, but he bristles, watching as you walk around the tiny bedroom, using the soft glow of the candles to peek at the books he had stacked on top of his dresser. "Clearly," he responds curtly, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. He knew that it wasn't the best, that it was tiny and cramped but it was his. He didn't want you to judge him.

When you turn to face him he can see the confusion across your face. "Do you want me to sleep in here?"

"Is it not up to your standards?" he snaps, "Perhaps you would prefer a luxurious suite in a five-star hotel?"

"I didn't mean it like that," you say and the embarrassment in your voice, in the way your face seems to flush isn't lost to him. "I'm okay with the couch downstairs. I wouldn't feel right taking your bed."

Severus softens a bit at your words, feeling guilty for his outburst. "I'm...sorry. I'm not used to this, to having someone else in my space. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable...I know it's not what you're used to but-"

"There's nothing wrong with your room. I like it, it's cozy." you interrupt him, giving him a small smile. "But I don't think I can kick you out of your own bedroom."

"You expect me to let you sleep downstairs on the sofa? I couldn't possibly allow that," Severus says firmly. "I'll make do with the couch, you can have my bed. It's only fair."

"But-"

"No. Whatever reason you think will change my mind is irrelevant," he says, cutting you off. "I won't have you sleeping on a couch when there's a perfectly good bed in this room. It's settled."

He watches you fight a battle internally before sighing "I'll go grab my bag."

Severus nods, satisfied that he's won the argument. He lets you go, taking this time to grab himself a blanket and pillow from his closet and his pajamas before heading downstairs himself. Why you would think that he would force you sleep on the couch when there was a bed available was beyond him. He may not be used to having company, but he wasn't heartless.

"Are you sure you're okay sleeping down here?" you say as he reaches the living room.

He sighs, setting his things down on the couch. It's smaller than him, but nothing the Engorgement charm couldn't fix. "I'm not changing my mind, the bed is yours for the night. It's the least I can offer you."

"Thank you." you say and do the one thing he never expected, you lean forward and softly brush your lips against his cheek.

The intimacy catches him off guard, has his mind reeling as you step around him and towards the stairs. You did it so casually, but the touch of your lips on his skin has his body on fire. He can't comprehend why you did it, why he's reacting in such a way.

"Goodnight" you say from the stairs, pulling him from his thoughts.

He turns to face you, surprise still etched on his face. "Goodnight."

You smile at him and he watches you head upstairs, the ghost of your lips still burning his skin.

Severus doesn't know why he thought tonight would be any different. He always had nightmares, changing where he sleeps wasn't going to prevent them. But he had been so hopeful, so sure that tonight would be different. He could hear you walking around upstairs, could hear the sound of the sink running in the bathroom. It was nice, not being alone, knowing that you were here with him. Those tiny little noises you made as you got ready for bed had lulled him to sleep, had made the night seem a little less dark.

But the nightmares came regardless, they crept up on him and tortured him until he had woken up in a panic, sweaty and unable to breathe. He had to toss the blanket aside, had to sit up to stop his heart from beating with such an intensity that he thought perhaps he was having a heart attack. In the haze of it all he had forgotten about you, had forgotten that he had given you his bed for the night. So when he heard the creaking of his stairs he felt ice cold fear, his hand reaching for his wand.

"Severus?" you whispered and it all came back to him. He let go of his wand, his hands trembling and he takes a deep breath, trying to remind himself that he wasn't back in the Shrieking Shack. That he was home and he was safe.

"Are you okay?" you ask him and he can hear the concern in your voice, the worry. He's grateful for the darkness of the room, that you cant see the way his face is contorted in pain, in embarrassment.

"I'm fine." he chokes out, his throat dry. "Go back to sleep."

You ignore him, of course you do. Instead you go into the kitchen and fill a glass with water, handing it to him. "Here."

He takes it with a shaky hand, takes a small sip and works the cool liquid around his mouth. He's grateful for it, for you, but he needs you to head back upstairs before he ends up breaking down in front of you. "Go back to bed" he tries again, pleading that you listen to him. He hates how weak he is, how you keep seeing him at his worst.

Instead you kneel down in front of him, right in between his legs and gently grab the glass from him, setting it down besides you. "It's okay. You're okay." you whisper, your voice the soothing balm he's always needed.

He feels himself slipping as you kneel there in front of him. "I keep making a fool of myself in front of you, I'm sorry." he whispers.

"Stop saying things like that already." you say, and he can hear how frustrated you are. "There's nothing to apologize for. You don't have to keep trying to hide your struggles from me. You don't have to pretend that everything is okay all the time."

He has to stop himself from flinching as you grab his hands, as your touch sends a bolt of electricity through him.

"That war affected everyone, even me. I have my own struggles, my own demons to overcome but that doesn't make me weak. So why would it make you weak?" you pull his hands against your chest, and he can just about make out your eyes in the dark. "Don't undermine your strength Severus."

Your words loosen something in Severus and suddenly, he feels a weight lifted off his chest. He had always thought that he had to carry his burdens alone, that showing any vulnerability was a sign of weakness. But your words, your touch, and your presence made him realize that it was okay to let someone in, to let someone help him carry the weight. He doesn't have to be alone, he doesn't have to suffer alone.

He pulls his hands free from your grasp and touches your face. He uses what little moonlight that filters in from the windows to look at you, to really see you. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispers, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "But I am grateful for you." He's gentle when he cups your face, when he lets his fingers stroke your cheeks and trace the outline of your jaw. He tilts your head to the side slightly, feels himself starting to lean in towards you. He can feel your face warming as his hands hold you in place, as he moves to-.

Severus freezes, realizing how close his face is to yours, how he can feel your breath on his face. He had wanted to kiss you, had he not? He wanted to taste the kindness of your words, of your very soul. This close to you he can see the way you look at him, the way your eyes are asking him to keep going, to take that final step and kiss you. He sees how you genuinely want this and it terrifies him.

He lets go of you slowly, pulling away so that he's no longer leaning over you. "I'm sorry I woke you."

He notices how your eyes seem to linger on his hands before you look up at him. He was scared to see disappointment, to see rejection in your eyes. He doesn't find anything in them.

"I couldn't sleep." you say and stand up.

Severus tries not to notice how you're wearing so little, tries not to notice the fullness of your thighs, tries not to focus on the way he can tell you're not wearing a bra. He looks away, giving you the respect you deserve. He focuses on your words, not your body. "Are you uncomfortable?"

Suddenly he's worried that perhaps he had missed something while setting up the room for you. Had the heater died? Was his bed not soft enough? But you chuckle, shake your head.

"No. Like I said, you're not the only one struggling to make things go back to normal. I usually take a sleeping draught before bed, but I forgot to grab them."

Severus wants to ask you about your pain. Wants to know what's haunting you so much that you can't find sleep without the aide of a potion. What demons where you carrying? But he doesn't. He can't.

You stretch, bringing your arms above your head as you yawn and your shirt rises, exposing your midriff. He stares at that expanse of skin, thinks about reaching out, about running his fingers across it and pulling you into his arms. He wants to feel the warmth of your skin, your heartbeat against his chest. He wants your weight atop him, grounding him in place. But he's too afraid to do so, afraid of what will happen next. So he shakes his head, clearing his thoughts.

"I keep some in the drawer besides the bed. You're free to take one."

"You don't mind?"

"I can always make more." he says, wondering if perhaps you've forgotten that he was a Potion Master.

You giggle, and Severus wonders how come he's never noticed how sweet the sound is. "Then if its okay, I will."

He nods.

"Will... will you be alright?"

He wonders what will happen if he says no, if he asks you to stay besides him for the rest of the night so he doesn't have to be alone. So he doesn't have to remember the feeling of Nagini at his throat, of his life slowly ebbing away that night at the Shrieking Shack.

"I'll be fine." He says, hoping to convince you, convince himself.

"You can come upstairs with me, we can share the bed."

Severus feels his breath catch in his throat at your suggestion. He wants to say yes, wants to be close to you, to feel your warmth and your presence. But he's scared of what might happen, of what he might do if he's alone with you. He doesn't want to hurt you, to make things worse for both of them.

"I appreciate the offer, but I think I need some time alone." He wants you to know that he's grateful for your kindness and your care, but he can't take advantage of it. Not yet.

You smile at him, "I'm here if you need me."

"Get some sleep." he says, watching you go back upstairs, the room no longer quite as warm as when you were in it.

Severus sits there, listening to the sound of your footsteps as you make your way back to the room. He doesn't hear the sound of the door closing and he knows you did it just in case he were to change his mind. He runs his hands through his hair, reaches for the glass of water and thinks about being bold enough to follow you upstairs, to sleep besides you.

He wasn't seeking anything else. He knew that you were probably already asleep. Or perhaps you were sitting in there, watching the door and hoping that he would walk through them and join you?

That was wishful thinking, Severus tells himself, shaking his head. But he remembers the way you had looked at him when he had almost kissed you, the desperation in your eyes. He finishes the water, hoping it would cool him down, cool down his thoughts so that he will think about anything but you.

He immediately remembers moving the potions to the bathroom, scared that he would get addicted to them if he had them so close to him. It was easy to take one every night, when all he had to do was stretch his arm out. He stands up, frowning because he knew that by now you would have found the drawer empty, so why hadn't you come back to tell him so? He was worried that perhaps you didn't want to bother him.

With a sigh Severus quickly makes his way upstairs, wanting to apologize for forgetting. He was right, you did leave the door open, and as he knocks he can see the soft glow of a light through the gap. He calls your name but you don't answer.

He softly pushes open the door and sees you sitting at the edge of the bed, the letter that had managed to overturn his life, to remind him of everything he would never have, is in your hands. There's a bitter taste in his mouth as he moves, snatching it away from you. He knows that there's not a single reason for him to be angry at you, that you hadn't done anything wrong. It was his fault for forgetting that he had stored it in the drawer, that any person would have picked it up and read it. But he's not thinking straight, embarrassment coursing through his veins at having you read such a personal thing.

"What do you think you're doing?" he hisses, grabbing the book from besides you as well.

"I-"

He doesn't let you speak. "Do you make it a habit of snooping through things that don't concern you?"

"Se-"

"Perhaps you thought that was an invitation to help yourself to all of my personal belongings? Go ahead, let's see what else you can rummage through." He should stop, he can see the tears forming in your eyes. He knows he's being irrational, that he has no reason to lash out like this, but the letter suddenly feels like its made out of lead, weighing down on him, reminding him of all his insecurities.

"Please just let me-"

"Enough. I don't want to hear it. You just have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, don't you? You can't even respect my privacy for one second." he continues, his voice dripping with venom.

You flinch at his words, your face contorting in pain. He hates himself for hurting you like this, but he can't seem to stop. The words keep pouring out of his mouth, each one more hurtful than the last.

"You're just a nuisance, always getting in the way. I don't know why I even bother with you."

He sees the tears finally fall and he knows that he's gone too far. That there is no way he can take back his words. The way he's lashing out now, it's unfair and cruel. But the damage is done, and he can feel the weight of his actions settling heavily on his chest. He needs to apologize, he needs to tell you that he's sorry, that the words he said were out of insecurity and shame, that he didn't mean them. He opens his mouth, reaching out towards you but you back away from him.

"I wrote the stupid letter!" you shout, your voice shaking from anger and hurt. "You have no right to talk to me like that. To say all those awful things to me. Do you know what it feels like being in love with you all these years, to have you blatantly ignore me, to have to suffer through these unrequited feelings that no matter how much I try just wont go away?"

Severus feels like he's being dragged underwater. The pain in his chest doubles, claws at his heart, at his lungs. The weight of his words, his actions, feels even heavier now. He wants to reach out, to apologize. But he's rooted in place, unable to speak, unable to move. He can feel the guilt and shame building up inside him, overwhelming him with emotions he's been suppressing for so long. The realization of how much he's hurt you hits him like a ton of bricks, and he can't help but feel like he's finally pushed too hard.

He should have known, should have realized sooner. "I'm sorry." he chokes out, taking a step towards you. "I never meant to hurt you."

"Why did you keep it?" you ask him, your shoulders slumping as you wipe at your eyes. "All this time you've known how I feel and you've acted so cold, so mean to me when I've been nothing but a friend to you!"

"I didn't know!" he can't stand it, can't have you looking at him like that anymore. If he could turn back time and realized how you felt about him he would. Yet he couldn't, he couldn't have known how you you were suffering, how much he was hurting you. Even know, he still did. "I had no clue how you felt, I'm sorry."

"You had the letter. For nineteen years dammit, how could you have not known?"

He holds it out to you, shows you that where you had signed your name was nothing but a blurred mess of ink. "I found it six months ago. I had left the book at home and my mother must have put it away. I never realized that there was something so important tucked between the pages."

He lets you grab it from him, lets you see exactly what he's talking about. He didn't expect you to start crying again, sitting down on the bed.

"You never read it." you say, and he feels a lump form in the back of his throat at the way you sound so heartbroken.

"I never knew." he repeats, letting himself sit down besides you. The bed sinks and he can't help but feel like he's sinking down with it. "I said a lot of things... things I really shouldn't have."

You stay silent besides him, wiping at your eyes with your wrist.

"I..." Severus swallows, pushes past the fear that's been keeping him from opening up, from allowing himself to let you in. "I saw you with that letter in your hand and I was suddenly so afraid that you would finally realize that I'm nothing short of pathetic."

He continues after taking a shaky breath. "I'm aware of what kind of person I am, of what my past is full of. I see how people look at me, what they say about me, about how I look, how I act."

"Severus-"

He shakes his head, he doesn't want you to comfort him. He just needs you to listen, because if he doesn't say it now, he knows that he will never be able to open up. Not to you, not to anyone.

"I'm not a man that's meant to be loved. I've hurt people, done terrible things. And no matter how much I try to make up for it, to be better, I can never escape the person I once was. But when I found that letter, suddenly it felt like perhaps I had a chance, that perhaps I was wrong. If they... if you could have come to love that boy that I was...then maybe I could find someone that would come to love me for who I am now." He pauses when he feels your hand grab his, your fingers interlocking with his.

"I love you now. I always have."

Severus laughs, not because what you say is in any shape funny, but because you're too good to love someone like him, to have spent all those decades pining after him. "You shouldn't." he says, his voice shaky. "I don't deserve you."

"You don't. But it's always been you and it will always be you."

"I won't be able to make you happy." He whispers.

"You have to try. That's what love is after all, trying to make each other happy, to support and care for each other through everything." You lean in closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. "I'm not asking for perfection, Severus. I'm asking for you, flaws and all."

For the first time in his life, Severus feels the hole in his chest shrink. He's not sure what the future holds, but he knows he wants to face it with you by his side.

#drabble #fanfic #harry potter #severus snape #severus x oc #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #snape content #snapedom #snape x reader #snape x y/n #severus x you #this was clearly self indulgent #also not proofread

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for repeatedly losing my temper at my kinda-friend? I (17F) have anger issues and I'm working on mitigating it, however, losing my temper always involves yelling and insulting people. Usually I think this is bad and apologize profusely when I lose control.

However, this kinda-friend (16F) who I'll call E, has absolutely no respect for other people's personal belongings, space, or time. She always grabs and plays with my things during class, or our mutual friend's items (16F), and as all three of us are artists, we carry around pretty expensive equipment. (Think Micron ink pens, Winsor & Newton paint, Derwent pencils, etc., just as reference. Thankfully no Copics lmao.)

The mutual friend will be referred to as J.

So, E has been told by both of us to stop taking our art supplies and playing with it, to the point where I'll yell sometimes, and she absolutely refuses to listen to us. She'll claim that she's forgotten what we've told her and put down the item just for her to pick it up again five seconds later. The problem is that she sometimes breaks these items or injures us - she'll play with my x-acto blade and cut me, or break J's graphite pencils, or push my watercolor palette off the desk. I've really tried to be patient about it, but it's proving to be difficult.

J is quite soft spoken, so I end up doing most of the reprimanding. E also brings up inappropriate topics that make J and I uncomfortable, as well as disturbing us when we're busy and then sulking when she doesn't get our immediate attention - once I told her three times to let me do my classwork before snapping, and E cried. She never does anything in school and hates all of our teachers, so she's pretty rude to them. All my work gets copied by her. She really annoys me, but I do feel terrible that I seem to lose control so often around E, since no one deserves to be yelled at.

However, this all came to a peak today when R (16M) and I won prizes for winning a mini-game and asking an interesting question during a seminar at school respectively; the gift was a black notebook that I didn't even like, which is an important tidbit to keep in mind. R left his gift still wrapped in his bag when he left the classroom for break time, so it was just J, E, and myself in there. Upon seeing what I had unwrapped, E went to R's bag and opened it - since all four of us are friends, we thought E was just being "jokingly" invasive as usual and were on alert, but didn't stop her.

J asked what she was doing and E said she was grabbing the gift out of R's bag. This caught my attention, so I asked why she was doing that. E told us that she wanted the book, and when J reminded her that the gift was, in fact, not hers, E said (and I wish I was kidding because this is replaying in my head in 4K HD right now like oh my god pls) "I know. It should be mine." Had she asked for my notebook, I would've given it up happily. I've got too many empty sketchbooks and notebooks at home.

I immediately stood up, but allowed J to handle the situation because I didn't trust myself not to react violently. J eventually lost her temper too and that's when I jumped in and started my yelling routine. I always feel bad whenever I do this, because it's not something I enjoy, but in this particular situation I just can't muster up the guilt? E is extremely irritating, but she tells us she has a horrible home life, so I try to be understanding. Except this was just completely intolerable. R even said that he'd predicted this would happen and to just give her the damn notebook - I vetoed that so we wouldn't enable E.

I really don't know if my reaction was overblown because I shouted a lot and said things like "you were given a brain - use it" and "you're a terrible person with no morals". It's ridiculous to say all that because it's (at the end of the day) high school drama, but I really can't understand why she acted that way. I don't know if I'm in the wrong in this situation. I wish she would listen when we tell her nicely not to do something, but even when I was blowing up at her, she was just smiling as if it was a joke. Should I apologize? I've apologized before when I lost my temper, but I have completely lost all will to be civil with her after this. The teachers are tired too - when she disappears from class or talks back, they just let her be. We can't really go to them because she'll feel betrayed and then get mad at us, which is a whole ordeal, because she's known to destroy and sabotage other people's items because of a grudge.

This is really lengthy. I apologize. I just feel terrible about the situation because I don't feel any guilt for my anger like I probably should. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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darkdevasofdestruction · 9 months

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Hello, could I request a Heimdall x reader, like soulmates, as if the bond between them was pain, as if one of them was hurt the other would feel it and only the touch of the soulmate would make the pain stop? or something about the first kisses between them, I'm really pleased with anything about this man

Hmmm, let me see where I can go with this~

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✬Ever since he was created, Heimdall has been a non-believer in the silly idea of a romantic relationship - The single notion that there may actually be someone out there, who could possibly be up to his level, or anywhere close to it.

✬He hadn't cared, nor did he even attempt to try to find out his soulmate - He didn't believe one existed to begin with - A counterpart of his own, someone whose personality and heart could mirror his own, complete him wholly.

✬He was already perfect to begin with, he needn't someone to complete him - He was complete by himself!

✬He couldn't even imagine allowing some filthy mongrels who consider themselves 'Gods' touching him, let alone stay in their disgusting proximity. A few hours once in a blue moon was enough for him to satisfy his carnal needs. No one was worthy of him.

✬Heimdall is a pure Aesir God, the Foresight haver, the Holder of Gjallarhorn, the All-Father's most trusted person, the Protector of the Asgard. What more could he need in life?

✬For some odd reason, he felt a peculiar pang of pain in his chest, where his heart area could be, though there was no particular reason for it - It happened out of nowhere, even when he was relaxing with a book by the fireplace.

✬Not only that, but on even fewer occasions, his body would feel uncharacteristic aches - He wasn't some clumsy idiot, he didn't get himself hurt - Hell, he never got touched without his consent before, let alone get his flesh harmed - So what was this all about?!

✬His only saving grace was the night, when he would allow himself to rest and enter a deep sleep. Sometimes, he would enter the dream world, the only place where his heart, soul and mind could feel at ease and genuinely happy.

✬Every time, he was teleported in a forest clearing, in a beautiful flower clearing, next to a rapid river breaking through the stones. A warm ray of Sun peeked through the large crowns of the tall trees, caressing his pale face, making his golden hair shimmer ethereally.

✬He felt happy. He felt content. He smiled.

✬Every time, without fail, a gorgeous white deer, mystical and glowing silver, with the most kind eyes that looked more human than animal would approach him - Afraid, but curious. It was a repeating cycle every time, yet without fail, the deer would trust him, nuzzle her wet nose into his palm, and even lick his face.

✬Her eyes... Kind, yet sad, nostalgic, melancholic... Lonely...

✬An animal hiding a pool of humanly emotions, as if she wished to be found already.

✬Or maybe he was going mad.

✬Heimdall didn't feel anger, nor disgust for anyone, he didn't scowl or frown, nor did he sneer or scoff at the idiocy surrounding him. Instead, he felt content and at peace, with his heart bursting and glowing with joy and love every time this deer would rest her head on his lap.

✬Could this deer be his Fylgja? His guardian spirit? The embodiment of his soulmate's soul and spirit, watching over him, completing him, just as those silly stories tell? Was there someone out there, that could heal him, his mind and heart? Could there be someone out there having similar dreams as him, with a white, mystical stag watching over them, protecting them, caring for them, the same as this doe is healing him? Could there be someone out there, with his soul connected to them?

✬He doubted that.

✬Still, he relished in the escapism that was created as a gift for him.

✬Surely, the universe knew how much stress and pressure he was under, especially having to keep around all those fools who consider themselves Gods. Thank the All-Father he was tasked with guarding the wall, and his home was far, far away from the village, otherwise he doubts he'd be able to keep himself in check and not murder everyone.

✬They say that your soulmate appears out of nowhere, when you least expect it. It was then that Heimdall felt sheer terror in his heart, for the first time in his long life - The time when he witnessed Y/N getting slammed into the tavern wall by a clumsy, drunk Thor, and he felt his spine ablaze with pain.

✬ He felt her pain. That was impossible. That couldn't be.

✬But that wasn't the only thing terrifying Heimdall.

✬Her eyes held the same innocence and loneliness as his spirit deer.

✬Since then, not only did he avoid Y/N like the plague, but he actively kept away from all the Gods, except the All-Father. It was the perfect excuse - He just hated everyone.

✬But no matter how much you try to run away from fate, it always finds a way of catching up to you.

✬A knock on his door disturbed him, and he felt compelled to slam his book to the ground, angered that someone dared disrupt him from his leisure time. He swung the door open and war ready to yell at the idiot barging in at such a late hour at the night.

✬But as soon as his glowing purple eyes met those beautiful doe eyes of hers, Heimdall's body froze, and the yell got stuck in his throat.

✬"Forgive the intrusion at such a horridly late hour of the name, Heimdall. I just finished work." without realising, his heart was beating so fast, pouding in his chest. "I... thought you've been looking rather upset lately. I... I don't know what bothered you, but... I thought I would bake you a few snacks." she rose the basket to eye-level, and Heimdall could feel the smell of delicious pastries and freshly baked bread. When he didn't respond, or even sketch a single reaction, Y/N smiled sweetly, causing the Aesir's snow-pale cheeks to flush up a little. "Are you feeling quite alright? You seem feverish." she tried to place her hand on his cheek, feel his temperature up, but Heimdall overreacted and yelped, roughly grabbing at her wrist before she could touch his skin. He feared that, should her touch be magical, then the truth would be revealed and affirmed. Soulmates existed, and even he had one. "Oh, forgive me for overstepping my boundaries. I was just worried for you."

✬Heimdall looked away with a scoff, only for his face to redden up even more. Though he despised the idea of love and being vulnerable, his hand moved on his own, allowing the Goddess to feel his skin.

✬At once, he shuddered involuntarily, and a warm, tingling sensation took over him. He loved it, it felt so good, it was unreal.

✬After a few seconds spent like that, Heimdall dared shift his gaze at her. Y/N was smiling. "You knew, didn't you?" he mumbled under his breath. Y/N nodded gently. "I have known since we were children." the man's eyes widened in shock. "There aren't all that many people in Asgard with eyes as beautiful as yours." she giggled sweetly. "If you knew it was me, why didn't you come sooner?" he asked, pulling her inside his hut, protecting her from the cold outside. "You never did look at me." her comment stung his heart. "Or, at anyone else, for the matter." she sat on the couch by the fireplace. "Besides, I did tell you, didn't I? Through your dreams, I was there. I waited for you, every night, in that clearing. I could feel the pain of your soul, and I was there, waiting to take it all away from you. To heal you and erase all of you worries." it wasn't just her touch, but that warm smile on her face that made the man feel ablaze with love. "So the deer was you, not my Fylgja." he muttered, more as an affirmation, than a question. "I could see you, the same as you saw me. It was my soul that you saw, not my body. It was my soul healing you, the same as your soul protected me from the animals trying to harm me." Heimdall looked up at her, realising their dreams were slightly different. He saw how scared she was at first, as a young child, being surrounded by fiersome bears, wolves and panthers, only for this strong, large white stag to prance over and protect her from harm, throwing all the predators away with his huge antlers. "Soulmates complete each other." Heimdall found himself saying, realising that what Y/N healed, he protected. That god-awful statement was true. They completed each other perfectly. He may be whole as a singular person, but it felt even better, without his soul honeyed by another. "Ah, to hell with this." emboldened by Y/N's mere presence, Heimdall shot up from his couch and dragged her up, gently cupping her face and pulling her into a sweet, gentle kiss.

✬It felt as though the whole universe disappeared completely, and it was only them present. Not in two physical bodies, but two souls connected, intertwined for eternity.

✬A sensation of deep love and warm, like honeyed milk at night, before falling into a deep sleep. The gentle caress of nature and the healing touch of a lover.

✬That which angered him the most through its absence, became Heimdall's most cherished possession.

✬ His soulmate's eternal love.

#gow #gow x reader #gow imagine #gow ragnarok #gow heimdall #heimdall #heimdall x reader #heimdall imagine #god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war heimdall #god of war x reader #god of war imagine

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jienem · 8 months

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The Vizier's Diamond in the Rough

In which you transmigrate in time into the past after you receive an enchantment wrist bangle. But the thing is, it was also the era where the notorious schemer ruled the kingdom by hypnotizing the Sultan.

Warning: gn reader. Pharaoh's concubine reference but Aladdin setting (younger jafar and the sultan) Head taller Jamil. Different story plot soon after.

(Really recommend Pharaoh's concubine.)

The wrist bangle was given to you by your brother as a gift. Your birthday was several days ahead, yet that didn't stop him from giving it to you early. Despite living in another country for work, he always makes sure to have time with you.

You opened it on the day of your birthday and carefully unwrapped the delicate ribbon under your hands. To your utter astonishment, your brother gifted you the most sought-after jewelry that was worth thousands at auction. You were perplexed by the precious gift your brother had given you and didn't know what to do. Your were greatful yet at the time, it felt overwhelming to receive it. You called your brother and was relief when he pick up after quite sometime.

"Happy birthday, dear sister. What brings your attention to call me? Shouldn't you be enjoying the time of your birthday?" You knew by the sound of his voice that he exactly knew why you called. "Oh, did you open mine? If so, was the jewelry to your liking?" he continued.

For a moment, you felt like you lived a millionaire's life despite being a middle-class citizen and a student at that.

"The jewelry was exquisite, it puts me beyond words for how much of an invaluable gift you have given me, dear brother. Not! How many times do I have to tell you I don't need expensive stuff." You huff as you admire the bangle snake design in hand despite your defiance short ago. It had diamonds on the side, and you didn't question their worth; what caught you more was the ruby that lay as the eyes of the golden snake.

In the middle of conversation, you place the dangle on your wrist, and to your surprise and horror, it glows brightly, making you turn your head away. Your wrist felt warmer, and even your closed eyes didn't help the brightness that surrounded you, and you blackened.

You woke up to the sensation of someone's hand shaking you. You didn't realize you were sleeping until someone who was unknown to you kept calling you. From your blurry eyes, you notice a woman with an unusual outfit, speaking a language that you knew you couldn't understand, but you did. Confused, you tried to speak, but the rasp in your voice stopped you. The lady brought out a glass of water and gave it to you. You mouthed a thank you and gulped down the remnants of the water.

"Young lady, what are you doing in the middle of the dessert?"

"I was?" You didn't know, the last memory you remember was your room. So how?

"Yes, I had help with a young man who was a gentleman who carried you here. He was quite a handsome man, young lady." You frowned and ignored her last words in favor of worrying for your brother, who was on the call when it happened. Has it already been a few days? Weeks?

"Can I ask, where am I?"

"You can. We are in the Kingdom of Agrabah, and Oh! My Apologies! Would you be alright if I leave you here whilst I work in the palace? You can stay here for as long as you wish." For a moment, you felt your world drop as she uttered her words and momentarily had a dilemma. You didn't know what to do; after all, how did you appear here?

Your eyes fell onto your wrist, and you saw you were still wearing the dangle. Remembering it shone before it took you here, you tried to take it off but to no avail. Taking one last look at the culprit, you turn your head towards her and remember you still haven't answered.

"Oh no, no, I couldn't do that. Let me join you, please. I could help you in some way, er-do you mind?" The kingdom existed hundreds of years ago and only made it into the history books. You couldn't stay at her abode for fear of potential danger because this town was filled with thieves according to history, and you also didn't want to stay longer than you should have. You also wanted to know someone in this era to help you adjust to this place for some time. With that in mind, you were determined to accompany her.

"I don't mind, but you should rest and stay the night. Tomorrow you can help, but for now, rest for all you need."

You sigh in relief, despite having to stay for the night, it was enough for you. You nodded before she left the room, and your expression dropped soon after she left. You looked out the window beside you with different emotions. Whatever shall you do?

The next day, entering the palace was an easy feat. Some guards didn't bat an eye as the two of you passed, and soon enough you were led to the kitchen, where people were tirelessly working. The workers were in sync as they passed the plates to each other while they moved side by side. You were confused as to what to do before the lady who accompanied you motioned for you to get closer and whispered something in your ear before tilting her head in another direction. You recognized the stack of white linens, and you knew you had to wash them judging from the stains that were hiding beneath.

She muttered a thank you and went along with her chores, as did you. It was quite heavier than it looks, yet you didn't give up and continued. You were glad the corridor leading to another side didn't have people passing by, but you wondered if you moved on the right way. You forgot to ask the lady, but you were too afraid to head back now. With a downcast expression, you didn't realize you bumped into someone until you took a step back from the force and almost fell down.

You quickly muttered an apology and moved to the side to get a clearer view. Your heart drops as you notice the garments that are often mentioned in the history of a certain royal vizier. Black clothing with a red cape, the snake design staff with red rubies, and black hair—you felt stupid for not thinking he couldn't appear before you.

Jamil Viper is the vizier of the kingdom of Agrabah and the right-hand man of Kalim al-Asim, the current sultan.

He brushes the dust off his shoulder, and much to your dismay, you had to crane your neck upward just to see his face as your height reaches just below his shoulder. He wore a neutral expression as his eyes fell over your form, and you felt uneasy under his stare. His silence was intimidating.

"If you were assigned to washing, the area was on another building."

"O-oh, I see. Thank you and my apologies."

You were honestly surprised and grateful at his advice, but you sensed something was wrong when he still didn't move and continued staring at you. You tried to call out for him, but he nodded at something before continuing on his stride, making you confused over his actions. For the few seconds he stared at you, you felt a faint sense of fuzziness, but it was gone the minute he walked away. You knew it was still in effect, but it was less than before and disappeared completely when he was nowhere to be seen. Did he try his sorcery?

Your eyes fell onto your wrist and saw the glow in its ruby. Without a second thought, you lifted your arm and tried to lay it under the sun for a clearer view, wondering what lies it beholds, ignoring what happened a few seconds earlier. A hand shot out and grasped your forearm, causing you to flinch back in shock. The hand was firm in their hold as they moved it to the side of their face. Jamil Viper, in all glory, stood before you as he assessed the dangle; his eyes were a glowing shade of red.

"Where did you get this?" His voice was low as he muttered his question, still looking at the dangle. You were alarm as he came out of nowhere, the white linens laid forgotten as you tried to move away but was unsuccessful.

"I-" Your words betray you, as you were under his hold. His eyes flicker towards you, and he grasps your forearm tighter and moves it closer.

"Where.Did.You.Get.This."

"Let go!" You pulled your arm away, glaring at him while the force pulled you back. The familiar light shone from your wrist, and his expression flickered with anxiety, anger, and frustration.

"You-"

Your vision turns black again, but this time you stay awake for a few minutes before passing out on the ground as soon as you notice you made it back home.

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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hello can you make headcanons about the yandere mikaelson family in love/obsessed with the same woman (reader)

Mikaelson Family being obsessed with you would include

synopsis: you seduced a whole family, wow. I would say good job, but seeing those siblings I thinks it would be better if I wish you good luck.

warning: vampire stuff, stalking and all that jazz (also, you know that thing called canon? Yeah, I ignore it)

ps: thanks for your request my love! I know that I made you wait for that, but I put a big effort on this one! Hope u like it!

• None of the Mikaelson siblings were expecting to find love when they move to Mistic Falls. Klaus plan, Elijah had to take care of Klaus, Rebecca had so many questions about herself that she need to solve and Kol just wanted to live his life in a way that would make the rest of his family really embarassed. They didn't have time os space or even the intencion to have love in their lifes

• Yet, that was what they all find there. In different ways, at different times, but with the same person: you

Kol Mikaelson 🥀

• Kol was the one that meet you first. He remember that moment so well that if he close his eyes it could almost feel like being again at the Grill and seeing you for the first time

• Actually, the first thing he notice about you was your scent. Even now he can't say if it is your natural scent or a perfume. When Kol inspire that marvellous scent of apple and caramel he felt his chest burn. He left his drink on the table and look around, trying to find who was doing that to him. It wasn’t just a perfume, it was more like a sweet love potion attracting him into a trap

• Kol follow his instincts and found who was seducing him. Alone at the bar, with a red daiquiri on her hands, was the most beautiful woman Kol had ever seen. You looked ethereal. Kol made his way on your direction and use his charm to chat with you. All his “you know you shouldn’t be talking to me because I will break your heart but you can’t ignore how bad you want me to do it” energy was used to make you interest onto talkig to him

• He wasn’t going to waist time waiting, he is the kind of man that do what he need to do. And Kol needed to know you. Different than one of his older brothers, Kol wouldn't hesitate about being closer and closer to you

• Kol loves when you let him became part of your routine and also enjoy when you invited him to your house. With his knowlegde about you, with your permission to come into your house, you didn’t even knew how much power you we’re giving to him

• Kol courts you with gifts. He loves to make you smile and soon he realize that he will do anything you want if that means he can see your happy face. At first it starts with jewerly and books, but as soons as he notice that he felt for you was different than anything he ever felt he get it: he would die for you in secret.

• Obviously he loves when you hug him because of something he did to you, but he also loves to see you happy because of a job promotion that he made up to you. He don't need the recognition, he just want to see you smiling

• When you understood that he was a vampire (we will come back to this subject later) a lot of things change. And with time and a lot of trust, you let him drink from you. He has charm and knew how to provoke you until you let him. Kol had always loved your smell and had, somehow, discover that your taste was even better

• He didn’t even know how protective he was until you. He walk you to your house after your work, he sometimes follows you just to know that you are fine, make sure that your house is safe and even add some verbein on your coffee

• Kol also didn’t know that he was so nosy. He read your books just to know what lines did you mark, he enters your house when you aren’t their just to look how everything is going, and even steal some of your clothes just to have a part of you with him. Privacy isn't a word present on his vocabulary

Elijah Mikaelson 🍷

• Elijah meet you a little bit after Kol made his way into your house. You we’re looking for a specific book on a library, murmuring to yourself the name of the author so you wouldn't forget, and your voice made Elijah’s heart skip a beat. It inebriated him, the sweet and slow tone making everything else seens so less important. It was a intricate symphony and all he wanted to do was to listen to it again and again and again

• Elijah is way more restrained than his brother. A little bit less invasive, way more observer. He let you have your space and woud respect that, all he want is for you to aspire for him on your life. Elijah wants to be needed for you, not be a inconvenient

• Elijah treat you like a princess because he want you to never think that you are less than that. Elijah is more practical. He clean your house when you are sick, cook while you work, massage your back when you are tired

• He is a real gentleman. Until the moment he is not. That man can be so jealous. Do you really think he would let anyone touch his mate? You are his, and Elijah will make sure no one forgets that. He can even get a little rude and agressive with the tought of you with someone else came to his mind, but he tries to not show this side of himself to you. It get worse when he see someone helping you, doing something for you, making your life easier. He loose his tempter when that happens

• Elijah would never admit that but he loves to watch you when you don’t know he is doing that. To see you doing mundane things, like washing your dishware or just cooking something for yourself, or even watch you discussing something personal with someone or changing your clothes: Elijah should be embarrassed, but he feels like heaven

• Elijah and you had a thing: read together. Just both of you on your couch with a soft blanket and tea, reading different books with your legs touching. You both don’t even need to talk, the silence is not umcomfortable. It is so easy to be around Elijah without the need to talk, it feels so intimate

• You both even have your little book club. Every friday you both talk about whats happening on the book your reading, what do you that is going to happen. It is fun to see Elijah having no clue about who did kill the victim, somehow he never discover

• While Kol feel a happiness emerge from his skin when he drink your blood, Elijah wants the oposite. Elijah don't like when you get hurt, that only makes him worried about you or mad with whoever hurt you, but he loves the shiver that runs up his spine when you go for him because you need his protection, because you need his blood to be fine again

• Unknowing to the fact that Kol already put verbein to your coffee, Elijah did the same. The aroma of coffee is so strong that he didn't realize it already has verbein. Elijah also gave you a necklace with verbein on it, just to ensure

Rebekah Mikaelson 💋

• And then you meet Rebecca. And she absolutely hated you. With every cell of her body. She envied your beaty, your intelligence, your symphathy, your kindness, your friends. She wanted to be you. To wear your skin. Have your hair, your nails, your lips. And soon she realize that she didn't wanted to be you: she wanted to have you

• Your first interaction wasn't nice, not at all, but when she understood her feelings for your it start to get better. She did put a lot of effort to make you forget the way she treated you

• She can be hard to deal sometimes. You understood that she easily can feel insecure. You also feel that, so you show her how important and incredible she is. Gentle words are important in your relationship

• Rebecca likes to choose what you gonna wear, what kinda of make up you gonna use, how your hair gonna be cut. She likes that. To transform you into a doll. Her doll. She likes to feel like she own you. Mine is a commom word to her mouth

• And she is way more impulsive then her brothers. Even Kol is nothing compared to her. If you are angry she gonna fight the person who wronged you. If you are sad then she gonna do anything to make you smile. If someone threaten you then Rebecca will need to wash blood from her hands. She doesnt even think about the consequences

• Shopping with Rebecca is always so funny. She seens like someone who don't know what kinda of clothes are trending, like she sleep for the entire decade and just woke up. Help her with her stylistic desicions make you so happy

• Rebecca also protect you with verbein. She gave you a perfume that hid the verbein scent, making sure that you wouldn't be vulnerable to others

Klaus Mikaelson 🐞

• Klaus, well, that man is crazy when it comes about love. For him it was love at first sight. Literally. When he put his eyes on you he knew that you we're meant to be his and nothing on this world would stoped him from being yours

• He does not care anyone that isn't you. No one would be more important than you. Klaus is not affraid of becoming a villain if that means you are his. And Klaus is also not affraid of loving with all his soul and body

• Klaus win your love with handwritten letters. You we're charmed by them. The attention about the detals, how his words we're so kind, the warm feeling that rule your body after reading them: you we're in love

• That men is jealous. Anyone, everyone, is a threat. Don't matter if you say that he is being paranoid, he won't hear you. You are his and his only. Klaus don't have time to breath and calm down, he simply acts towards who is around you

• Klaus spend money with you with the same ease a host would gave water to a guest. If you say that you like some author he gonna give you a collection with all their books. If he saw you looking at someone outfits then your closet will gain more clothes. Klaus always have the best gifts

• Klaus loves to paint you. From memory, with you posing, abstract, realist, portraits: he would paint you in any way. Wine and time: that is all he needs to when it comes about saving your beaty for the future

• You both have what you like to call Music Date. You show him your favorite song and he does the same. It is so fun to see his reactions and it is also really cool when you both hear something that it is really great. You tend to not say when you like a song he show you, just not having to deal with him bragging

• Klaus don't want you to find out about the whole vampire side of his life, so he is really carefull about it. Klaus don't want you to be manipulated by another vampire, but he also don't want you to find out about the verbein, so he was creative. Yes, Klaus put it on your make up

Originals 🚩

• The reason for them to discover that they we're all in love with the same woman was excess of verbein. They we're all making you ingest or inhale or use so much verbein that you literally get a allergic reaction

• Elijah felt guilty when he saw you at the hospital. While you we're sleeping he came to your house to throw away all the ground coffee with verbein

• Then Kol enter your kitchen, ready to do what his brother already did

• Then Rebecca get out of your bedroom after change your perfume ready to fight whoever had invaded your house

• Then Klaus open the front door, while a whole new kit of make up

• It was a really weird moment. They didn't say anything. They didn't move. They didn't even breath. It was clearly what was happening. And suddenly, after a strange silence, they we're all screaming to one another

• They get over it, but they need some time to be okay with the fact that you we're dating for people at the same time and they didn't even realize that. How many hours you day have so you we're able to do that?

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frozen-waters · 27 days

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General Johnigail/Marston family hcs?? <3

ofc ofc yay yay yay!!!!!!! sorry for making John a little lover boy whenever I write johnigail and there are also a few angsty-ish hcs in here

More Johnigail and Marston Family hcs!!!

• John loves when Abigail plays the piano (canon but it makes me giggle)

• John also watches Abigail sew new clothes or mend old ones. I don’t mean this in a weird way but he likes watching her sew without her knowing. in like a sweet way. she looks peaceful to him

• I’m not sure how to explain this but the Marston family (or mostly Jack) is a few The Smiths songs to me

• speaking of The Smiths modern Jack would listen to them

• after Abigail died, Jack wished he had read to her more in his tween/teen years

• even as Jack gets older, he still laughs sometimes at the stories Uncle tells

• Jack also kept all of Abigail’s dresses that she had after she died. he didn’t really know what he was gonna do with them but he couldn’t stand getting rid of them. he did the same with John’s clothes but he kept them so he could wear them

• in modern when Abigail has to go to work in the morning or something John will wake up before her and turn on the car for her so it’ll be warm by the time she’s gotta go

• John and Abigail dancing together!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idk when but maybe if Uncle still plays the banjo or overhearing music is Blackwater!!!!!!!!!!

• modern John had a gamecube when he was in highschool but the only games he played were like. sonic, eternal darkness, and resident evil. dug it out of Hoseas garage or attic when Jack became a teen and "gifted" it to him -> has it in the livingroom and John plays it and Jack will watch him sometimes -> John also thought Jack was insane when he didn't know what he was supposed to do w a gamecube. to him its The Gift

• in modern when Jack was like 7-10 he'd infodump for an entire dinner about a book or show he read or watched in excruciating detail

• Abigail loved dressing up Jack and his sister

• the Marston daughter used Johns shirts and basketball shorts as pajamas for like. five years straight in modern

• mosquito's were Jacks worst enemy in his tween years

• Abigail loves the horses they keep on Beechers Hope. she likes keeping them all pretty and clean

• John buys Abigail jewelry sometimes. it takes all his brainpower to find something that will look nice with an outfit of hers but its worth it when he sees her get giddy over a necklace he got her

• John bought Mary-Beth's books for Abigail since they were mostly romance and he would read them to her. after John died Jack would read the books to her on her and John's anniversary along with taking her to the movies. or he'd read them to her if she asked

• in modern I know deep in my bones John had some weirdass senior quote

• in modern the Marston daughter was afraid of the dark and had a horrible habit of going into John and Abigail's room and accidentally scaring them

• modern Jack wants to have a bunch of little nick-nacks and cool stuff in his room but everything he finds he feels like it doesn't fit the "vibe" he wants

• John does recognize Jack's empathy towards the animals on the ranch. not that he knows what to do or say about it. tried sugarcoating some sickness among the animals to Jack once but eventually had to tell him what was actually happening and Jack was very sad about it

• Abigail did teach Jack to sew a tiny bit

• John would give Jack "relationship advice" (as if he fucking knows anything) when they'd go into Blackwater to sell the ranches goods

• every year for John and Abigail's anniversary he'd take her into Blackwater and take her to see a movie

• Abigail always notices when John wears a gift she got for him no matter how long ago its from

• when Abigail's sick John tries to keep the house nice and tries to cook for her even though they're both fairly bad cooks

• Jack absentmindedly tells Uncle about the book he's reading when they sit on the porch together and Uncle comes up with some story he witnessed similar to the book

• John also takes Jack to see a movie for his birthday. the first time he did Jack does that thing where he gets excited and cant really talk straight and John was proud of himself

• Jack does occasionally like helping Abigail cook or gather things in the garden

• as Jacks hair gets longer he braids little pieces of it without thinking sometimes

this wasn't as long as the last one whoops

#rdr2 #john marston #abigail marston #jack marston #johnigail #the marston daughter #rdr2 headcanons

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holdupjack · 9 months

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Housewife

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Suggestion of Smut

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Third Person P.O.V:

Y/n sat in the apartment she shared with her longtime girlfriend, Hermione. It was late into the afternoon, the sun was setting in the window as Y/n flipped through today's newspaper.

She was waiting for her lover to return home from work. The worst part of the day in her mind.

Y/n hated that they both got off work a different times, usually Hermione being the one to almost stay into the night most days.

Yet, she didn't blame her.

Being a Professor at Hogwarts was hard work, and her girlfriend had always been an organized overachiever.

One of her friends had asked is she thought Hermione had been sneaking around on her, which caused Y/n to laugh.

Hermione had no time to be sneaking around, and when she did, she was always snuggled up in bed with her.

"Where is that girl?" Y/n whined softly as she put the paper on the table and stood up.

Y/n thought a moment on what to do.

Cook dinner?

Watch a movie?

Read a book?

Then she got an idea.

Walking to their bedroom, she wasn't surprised to find old man Crookshanks taking a nap on their bed.

He meowed softly at her arrival into the room, earning himself a kiss on the head and pet down his body as Y/n walked past him.

"Now, where is that list..." Y/n muttered as she scanned the bulletin board above Hermione's desk.

Her girlfriend had a list of all the books she had her eye on in the Diagonally Bookstore, which was a lot.

Thankfully, Y/n had saved more than enough this month in her own bank account, and was happy to spend it on her favorite person.

They're that couple that has their own bank accounts, but shares one as well.

Which means, secret gifts!

"Ah! There it is!" Y/n says as she spots the paper pinned in the corner, carefully taking it down, she smiled at the contents on it.

A few books she heard about, and some she had no idea, but Hermione has always enjoyed the barley known ones.

"Crook, I'm headed out. I'll be back in an hour or so!" Y/n says as she walked past him again, giving a scratch behind his ears as she went by.

She stopped in the middle of the living room, and looked around for a pen an paper.

In case Hermione came home while she was gone, she had better leave a note.

She doesn't need her worrywart girlfriend stressing over her unusual absence.

Quickly, she wrote down that she had gone on an errand and would be back soon. She left it somewhere it would be found, and soon found herself out the door.

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Hermione did end up arriving home twenty minutes later, very surprised to find it unusually quiet.

"My love? Are you here?" She calls out, but only heard the happy meows of her cat she he ran to her.

"Hi Crooky" Hermione giggled as she bent down and picked him up into her arms. She easily kicked off her heels and walked into the living.

"Where is your other mother?" She asks the cat, but he just continues to purr happily.

On the coffee table, did she spy a folded up paper that had the words 'Read Me'. Hermione took a seat on the couch and placed Crookshanks beside her, much to his dismay.

When she opened the letter and read the contents inside, she let an unhappy sigh leave her lips.

She didn't like not being places with her Y/n, even at work. Sometimes she regretted taking such a time consuming job, wishing that she had just become a independent researcher.

Yet, Y/n always reminded her that it's not how much time you spend with someone, it's how you'd spent it.

Still, she missed being home with her family.

Hermione hated the thought of what life would be like if they got married, or randomly decided to have children in the future.

Being the spouse or mom that was always working, basically missing out on every milestone in her life.

Now, these thoughts have been ongoing theme for the brunette, ever since a few months ago.

Hermione Granger, forgot their ten year anniversary.

Y/n didn't mind, she honestly forgot about it as well with their busy schedules.

Oh, but when Hermione had realized halfway through a class...TWO days later.

All emotional hell broke loose.

She basically had begged Dumbledore to let her leave early, which he was going to allow anyways, but seeing the desperation in her eyes told him that she had messed up big time.

Hermione had raced to Diagonally, buying everything she knew her girlfriend had been eyeing the last year.

When she arrived home with everything and began setting up, she had been in such a frantic state that she didn't realize how much time had gone by.

She was only altered when she heard the front door close and a confused Y/n walk into a beautiful gift mountain.

Poor Y/n, she thought only one of two things.

1. Someone died.

Or-

2. Hermione was breaking up with her in an extravagant way.

Then when Hermione began to cry and apologize for forgetting their anniversary, Y/n sorta chuckled and gave her a hug.

"Hopefully you and I will have many more anniversaries to come, so we'll just ignore this one" she had whispered in her lovers ear.

Hermione still apologized and asked if she could do one more thing to make it up to her.

You can probably guess where their night ended up, and you could also guess that she had asked for another day off.

Of course, they stayed in bed the whole time.

Anyways, Hermione didn't like the distance.

She didn't like the late nights.

And she especially hated the lack of time together.

So, she is going to propose an idea to Y/n. One that was definitely going to shock her at the sudden want for change in Hermione's professional career.

Hermiones eyes shift over to the front door as it opened with a soft huff from her favorite person.

"Are you home 'Mione?"

She began to grin when she heard the nickname, and stood up.

"In here, where did you...whoa what's with all the bags?" Hermione asks as she watch her girlfriend place two large bags onto the floor and rotate her shoulders with a pained expression.

"Actually, they're for you" Y/n says as she stepped over the gifts and gave the curly brunette a welcomed kiss.

"For me?" Hermione whispers when they break away, earning a hum as Y/n sat down next to Crookshanks.

Hermione pushed the cat to the end of the couch, taking the space next to her significant other.

She summoned her wand, and mumbles a soft 'Accio', watching as it slowly floated to the space in front of her.

Quickly did her eyes enlarge when she realized what was contained inside. Hermione gasped when she pulled out the different books she had been dying to get her hands on.

"Where did you get these?" She asks as she turned towards her girlfriends who was just watching her with a soft smile.

"I'm not telling my secrets" she jokes, obviously she had gotten them from the bookstore, since the tote bags they were in held the stores logo.

"My love, this is to much!" Hermione expressed as she began to put the book back in the bag, hoping that she could get her girlfriends money back.

"Oh, would you stop that!" Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arms around Hermione pulled her onto the couch the with her.

Hermione chuckled as she turned into her stomach, giving a loving smile at the women in front of her.

"Thank you my lovely, you spoil me rotten with your affection" Hermione mumbles as she pressed a few kissed onto Y/n's lips.

"I'd rather it be me than someone else making you smile" Y/n whispers back as she chased after another kiss.

Of course, their kisses always seemed to become desperate when they get this close.

But, Hermione still had to talk to her.

"As much as I love our make out sessions, I need to tell you some... interesting news" Hermione says as she sat back onto the couch, making sure not to squish her cat.

Y/n raised an eyebrow with intrigue as she sat up as well.

"Oh? Gossip? Did McGonagall finally punch a student?" She asks, making Hermione chuckle.

"No sadly, but it has to do with work" she says as she suddenly took a deep breath.

Y/n could tell that what she was about to say was serious, and it made her reasonably nervous.

"I want to become a housewife"

Y/n's eyebrows raised in surprise.

That wasn't what she was expecting.

Then she began to laugh, which made Hermione pout.

"This isn't a joke! I'm serious!" She sighs as she watched Y/n snort softly.

"I'm sorry beautiful, but it's hard to imagine 'Career Driven Hermione' as a housewife" she explains as she grinned up at her.

"Also, you can't call yourself a housewife" Y/n states, and the former Gryffindor takes a little offense.

"And why not?"

"We're not married"

Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned onto the backrest, crossing her arms and legs.

"That wouldn't be a problem if you would just pop the question already" she mumbles and Y/n smiles in return.

"You said you wanted to build your career!" Y/n defends as Hermione turned to her with a playful glare.

"Well, I want to be a housewife now...so get a move on" She replies, causing Y/n to laugh as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Before we start planning a wedding, why don't you explain to me why this has come up?" Y/n asks as she scooted closer to Hermione and smiled at her as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Hermione rested her head onto her lovers shoulder blade, and gave a quiet sigh.

"You know I hate that we barley see each other" she whispers, which makes Y/n frown.

"I know, but don't you like being a professor?" She asks as she kissed Hermione's head.

"I do! I did? I honestly only know that I hate being apart from you so much" Hermione expresses as she looked up at Y/n, who kissed her forehead in return.

"Well, if you truly don't enjoy being a teacher anymore...then why don't you become a freelance researcher? I know you've talked about it in the past" Y/n asks and Hermione smiled.

"You think I can discover something that could help the wizarding world?" She asks and Y/n chuckles.

"My sweet, you'll do more than just help us" Y/n says, causing them both to quietly laugh together.

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company as the night sky greeted the dark space.

"I'll do it"

Y/n hummed and kissed her head again.

"Then I back you a hundred percent" she whispered into Hermione's hair.

"So...where's my ring?" She asks, making Y/n laugh.

"Are you still going to be a part time housewife?" Y/n asks as she felt Hermione's hand land on her thigh.

"Obviously, only if you take my last name" she asks and Y/n hums.

"Fine, but only if you finally cave and get a French maid outfit" She responds, causing Hermione to cackle loudly.

"What is your fascination with that cliché?" She asks and Y/n shrugged her shoulders, making Hermione's head bounce.

"Ever since we rewatched 'Clue', I've been imagining you in Yvette's costume" Y/n admits, making Hermione chuckle some more as she felt her lovers hand caress her hip.

"Fine, deal"

Silence then came over the room.

"Did we just agree to get married?" Y/n asks and Hermione hums.

"Yep"

"Should we celebrate?"

"I know where this is going. You're thinking about me in that costume, aren't you?"

"Yep. Take off your pants my favorite sexy British maid."

Laughter and touches enveloped the dark living room as Crookshank ran for safety.

Poor Crook.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic

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iceprincessviviane · 11 months

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Last will. - Heritage series prologue.

Paring: poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Next chapter.

Summary: When old, lonely lady is dying, some mysteries are revealed, which none is expecting. Someone is going to take advantage of that for sure.

Author's note: It was around Halloween and I was getting inspired and decided to try something in good, old scary mood. I might be not good at it, so sorry! And it's based kinda of my strange dream. Action is supposed to be in northen Canada in make up city, this is how it was in my dream so I will let it stay. Sorry if that has no logic at all. Dream was really strange and first chapters are mostly based on that, rest it just written by me as continuation. Introduction is long and whole mansion is based on one from Tonb Raider series (Legend/Underworld). English isn't my first language so sorry for all mistakes.

Dedication for the @aris-ink meance (angel) which supporter me all the way along and mostly I'm posting because she gave me a wings 💖

MINORS DNI

In modern office was sitting very old and elegant lady. She had old-fashioned dress and her white hair were in tight bun. Fine jewllery was on her neck, same was for wrist and ears. The stones were shinging in light of the lamp. She sat opposite young notary, which was writing somethine with pen on his documents. Dame was visibly getting impatient, her assistant was making meaningful glances at worker, but he didn't even noticed. After few minutes she sighed and tapped her emaciated on light brown desk.

"I am sorry ma'am, it has to be perfect."

She rolled her eyes and looked around. Office was big and bright, outside was raining heavy, wall of water and sometimes the sky was pierced by thunder. There was computer on the other side of the desk and big bookshelf filled by documents and books about the law. On the wall was hanging put some awards and certificates which notary finished successfuly.

"My boy, I am sorry to interrupting you, but in fact I don't have much time. I am going to die very soon and I need to do a lot." Old lady said bitterly.

"I am sorry ma'am." He gave her sympathetic smile and put down pen. "I have ended your last will as you wished."

Notary handed her document. She read it with little frown. It was strange for her, but the time has come and she had to take care of last things in this world.

"I have concated the curator of museum you have mentioned. He is thrilled by your proposition and agreed to all your terms."

"I am glad then. I hope this will do good for next generations." Old lady smiled warmly.

"But there is one problem. Being specific about the mansion in Grand Hillsam." Man said looking at the name of the town.

Immediately old lady's glance became cold and suspicious. "What about it?"

"I have found that in fact it's part of Canadian heritage and it was just under your custody ma'am. It can't be given to any museum or anyone unless the government agree or the owner can't take care of it. I have tried to contact the office in Grand Hillsam and they have sent me to someone higher."

Old lady scoffed and waved her head with annoying expression. She tapped desk again, looked like wanting to light a cigarette.

"But they have stated that, after your death it will become clear what will happen to the mansion. It can't be made into museum if it's not proven that mansion would be left all alone."

"But I wanted to avoid passing it to anyone. That's why I wanted to make museum there and give all historical stuff away as gifts."

"They are very thankful, but your family last will is above that. You were not living there in fact, only someone who lives there can decide about mansion." Young man sighed taking out some documents. "I have searched it very carefuly, but can't do anything about that."

"That's bullshit." She cursed not like a lady. "I have paying all the bills and sending money to take some care of this mansion. I just didn't want to live there." She frowned.

"And as your family stated, only person who lives there can decided to such things as selling or giving up the mansion. After your death your family and far family will be informed about it. If they won't be able to take care of it, it will be made into museum." Notary said shrugging with helplessness.

"But I have no family. That's why I am giving away the money and things."

"Well... that's not true ma'am... the office searched through documents as did I. You have a very distant family, here in Europe."

"But they have been thrown out of my lineage almost three hundred years ago. The testement didn't include them in any case."

"Well... the office in Canada have stated that unless your famil won't care about mansion or simply can't because of money, then yes it will be made into museum."

Old lady sighed slowly, but then nodded. "If it's all, please let me sign it and let's end this farse."

Soon notary handed her all necessary documents. She signed them with diligence. They have left office and her assistant helped her by softly holding arm. He was middle age man, who served her long time. When they were in the car, driver almost immediately pulled into driveway.

"Damnit, it was so close to get rid of this stupid mansion and it's secrets. I am sure they have had their word in this." She said staring at the window and terrible weather.

"So what now? Your distant family will be called to Grand Hillsam that's for sure." Assistant said with worrying tone.

"I will make sure, that they won't want to stay there and will be protected. I need to be at home as fast as possible."

}*{

It was dark outside and was raining almost all time. Week has passed since old lady was in the office. Now she was lying at bed, weak and in fact annoyed. She lighted a cigarette and took a deep breath. Her assistant just left bedroom. It was quite big one, with canopy bed, balcony, big wardrobe and high bookshelf.

"You shouldn't be smoking." Happy voice said with concern.

"I am dying, I can do whatever I want." Old lady's words were horase. "I don't care how I am going to die, I am going to enjoy life till my last breath."

"You are still the same." Green eyes flashed in dim room, just on the bookshelf.

Small, dark as night cat hopped on the floor and made it's way to the bed.

"Thank's God, I was thinking that Harry was making you suspicious." Old lady said bitterly.

"It was hard to make my way here and this form." Cat said and stopped near the bed, that lady could see him.

"I need your owner'a help." She confessed.

"We know. That is why I am here, but don't know the details."

"I wanted to give up the mansion. To get rid of it, make family free. But of course they have stepped in." Old lady frowned with disgust.

"Well it was sure, that it won't be so easy."

"Officials said that until my last family won't be proven that don't want to take care of the mansion or simply can't take care, because of money, there is no way of making of it museum."

"So they even messed with office." Cat said perking it's ears.

"Yes. There is a threat, that all will start again. I have no time to meet my distant family and tell them about our messed up past. Pretty sure that they won't believe me anyway. So you will have to take care of that. They can't stay there and they have to give up this stupid building."

"Well it's not like when the building is gone, all the problems will disappear. The bond will be still there."

"Yes, but the ritual place will be no more, all the knowledge and items will be gone. Some spells will break. Even town might get free from dark influence. It will be hard for them go rebuild that somewhere else.

"I will go and tell my owner about everything." Cat promised and licked it paw. "But now let me keep your company."

Animal jumped on the bed and sit on old lady's lap demanding headpats. She gladly provided them till her hand stopped and last breath left her mouth. Cat purred softly making sure that her soul is safe.

}*{

Namjoon stepped out of the car and looked at building in front of him. He put his hands in the pockets. The gate was closed and strong walls were protecting land inside. It looked old and untreated. Through a gate you could see entrance to the garden and main entrance to the big manor. It was already late, moon poking from behind a clouds made a little light. He walked to the gate and put a hand in shadow place then

walk

through

the

darkness till he reached other side. He did the same with big doors and found himself inside. There was dust, unplesant smell and silence, but he remembered those halls too good. There was big, main space and staircase which were splitting up, leading up and to the left and right where were rooms. Entrance to the basement was also through this room, same as kitchen and second part of the manor. He wasn't alone.

Shadows shifted slighty and into his view came six characters. Wide smile appeard on his handsome face.

"Is thar true hyung? That's why we all are here?"Jimin asked coming closer.

"Better be that or I will throw hands." said Yoongi and leaned on pillar in opposite.

"Our man has confirmed that there is another descendant. They have rejected idea of the museum for now and have stated that it must to be prooven that descendant can't take care of mansion to make it museum." Namjoon has spoken quietly.

"So we have chance to take it all back?" Jungkook's wide and bunny smile appeard.

"Maybe, now they have to brought here this person."

"All right let's go back to the work guys." Jin stated and they all have disappeard in the blink of the eye.

#bts x reader #bts soulmate au #poly bts #supernatural #mystery #dark romance #yandere bts #yandere x you #horror #demons #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts ff

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Hi, hello ! ☆ I’d be interested in ordering a Heizou book with prompts 1 + 10, a fern bookmark and a flowery scent as addition, all wrapped up in a teyvat setting. If possible, please add an insecure reader that keeps on a smile even when deeply hurt. ★ Thank you for your service, I wish you a nice day ! <3

Insecurities~

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Book info- Books- -> 1- Darling, don't you know you're my only one? | 10- My, my, someone's gotten jealous Starring- Heizou Bookmark- Gn! reader, scent- Hurt/comfort *usage of petnames like love and dear, kissing*

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"Oh, thank you so very much, Mr. Heizou!" "Dear me, you didn't have to, Mr. Heizou!" "Do you wanna go to Uyuu Restaurant later, my treat? This is my thanks for helping me out, Shikanoin!"

Ah yes, your boyfriend, Shikanoin Heizou. Best detective of the Tenryou Commission. Incredibly charismatic, has an excellent way with words. He is the sort of person who can easily charm anyone into revealing their deepest secrets if he wanted to. Of course, he didn't do that though.

But there's no denying it. Your boyfriend is quite the hotshot among the crowds, especially among the young girls. Why wouldn't he? He is literally flawless. And Heizou's disposition was such, that he easily flirted with them, often without meaning to. And then he returned to your shared home, where you had the gift of having all of his attention on you. But sometimes, your insecurities couldn't help but push their way to the top of your mind when Heizou wasn't around, nagging at you.

Yet you constantly kept a smile on your face. "Hey [Y/N] comradado, what's up! Howz it going with my broski Heizou?" Itto jumped at you out of nowhere. You sighed internally. "He's working, Itto, you know that. And you have to stop randomly terrorising little kids." "Hey, it's not my fault they get scared so easily!" He shouted. You winced and covered your ears at his loud tone while others nearby looked at you strangely. You kept that everpresent smile on your face as you bowed in apology to them.

Lunchtime had rolled around, and you walked over to the Tenryou Commission. You occasionally surprised him by bringing him some homemade lunch, which he greatly appreciated. As you approached Heizou's office though, you heard talking, which meant Heizou was still busy. You simply decided to wait outside his office till he was done, greeting the occasional passerby with that curve of your lips which almost always hid your true emotions. Until you heard rambunctious laughter inside the room. Curious, you peeked inside it to find Heizou laughing merrily. Kujou Sara was also present over there, and a small smile was playing on her lips. You wondered what were they talking about.

"Good lords, Sara, you really know how to pull my strings, don't you?" Heizou chuckled. Sara shrugged with a small grin. "Perhaps I do. I suppose that's what happens when we know each other for such a long time."

It was rare to see the general smiling. Was there something going on here that you didn't know? Your insecurities started bubbling up almost immediately. You couldn't help it. Sara was so much better than you after all, in both position and personality. You were merely a normal citizen of Inazuma City who managed to catch Heizou's attention after helping him out on one of his missions. Of course it was natural that Heizou would very much prefer Sara to you. After all, she had everything you didn't.

With no one to stop them, your insecurities ran rampant, resulting in you quickly keeping the lunch you made him on the floor and quickly leaving. You aimlessly walked around Inazuma City. After sometime, you just quietly sat down somewhere. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the sky turning vibrant shades of orange and red as the sun set. You also didn't notice footsteps quietly sneaking up to you, and started violently as a pair of hands covered your mouth. A handsome face framed in auburn popped up from behind you.

"Dear me, what's gotten you so lost today? Also, I saw your lunch sitting on the ground outside my office. It was delicious as always, but something was lacking." He hummed in disapproval as a slight sadness entered your eyes. "Oh.. What was missing?" "The person who made it." He said with a smirk as he kissed your temple. There he went, flirting with you again, making your heart ache. "Where were you, love, if you had dropped by my office?"

"I... saw you were talking with General Kujou. I thought I shouldn't interrupt." You said hesitantly. Heizou's eyes sparkled with mirth as he chuckled. "So that's what its about, huh. My my, someone's gotten jealous." "..No, it isn't that. Heizou, I think we should break up."

"What?" Heizou asked, all signs of laughter erased from his face as he stared at you with a frown. "What brought this on, love? What's wrong? Did I do something." You shook your head quickly. "No no, you didn't do anything, rather, its about me. I realised.. Maybe I'm not the right person for you. I'm just an ordinary citizen after all. I have so many flaws. I'm sure there are many who could make you much, much happier than I can. People like Sara are so much more better than me-mmmghf!"

Your words had been cut off by Heizou firmly kissing your lips, effectively shutting you up. He parted from you after a few moments and looked into your eyes with sincerity in his gaze. He quietly said, "Darling, don't you know you're my only one?" He kissed your forehead. "My only one." The tip of your nose. "My love." He captured your mouth again. "So don't you ever think like that again. If that's your reason, then I'm not allowing you to break up with me. Because I know damn well that there isn't anyone better for me than you."

He walked around the bench and hugged you tight. "I love you , okay? Remember that, darling." You took in a deep breath, inhaling Heizou's scent, as you allowed your fears and insecurities to ebb away. "I love you too, Heizou. Thank you for always being there for me."

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mickimomo · 1 year

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Attuma with the babies - part 1

Listen. I just know Attuma is an extremely involved and supportive husband when it comes to raising his and Okoye's kids.

So just come with me as I write out a few thoughts.

This is based in The Sun & The Sky AU. 💓

My thoughts:

The first time Attuma held the twins, he cried. They were so small and precious. From the moment he saw them, he knew that he'd destroy any and every threat that dared to trouble them. Okoye was given many soft kisses and praises for bringing their kids into the world too. Gentle massages, careful assistance with bathing, and homemade meals. You know, all the good stuff. Anything to help her as she healed and rested. Gotta make sure his sun is shining too. 😌

Anytime their babies would cry, he'd sprint to the scene to hold them and soothe them. Okoye is often impressed by how in tune he is with the twins. Sometimes it seems like he's able to sense their distress before they make an audible cry. Even in the midst of his slumber, he'll wake up and go check on their two bundles of joy.

Whenever Okoye has to breastfeed them, he's there helping and being supportive. Whether he's rubbing her back. Holding her so that she's able to rest in his arms. Or feeding her because she's a bit hungry and her arms are full. He read a lot of books while she was pregnant, so he's constantly rubbing her down with salves he read about to make sure she's never sore after breastfeeding and that she's eating properly to keep producing milk.

And as Okoye begins to observe the changes to her body, postpartum, Attuma is always boosting her head up. She doesn't even get a chance to think any less of herself. He's always praising her, drowning her in love, and gifting her things so that she knows she's just as special as their babies. He'll take care of the kids, so that she can go train a little or have some alone time. He'll even plan little picnic dates for them in the living room, while the twins are sleeping, so the romance stays alive. 🥺 He'll bring her home flowers and a baked treat, every time he comes home from patrolling. Eager to relieve her of any stress, she may be feeling from taking care of the twins all day by herself.

Whenever Okoye is napping, he's always walking around with the babies wrapped securely to his torso. Ever since Aneka showed him how to wrap the babies securely and wear them- he saw it while out and wished to learn- he does it as often as he can. He's a proud father. The twins are his pride and the fruits of his love. Why wouldn't he keep them close?

Everyone finds it cute. Such a large and intimidating man wearing two little babies.

Yes, Aneka and Namora take pictures and send them to Okoye. Shuri has been working on building a super cool stroller to earn the title of Auntie of the Year. It's a hard competition with RiRi in the lab. To their dismay, Oni manages to one up them by giving Attuma more patterned wraps made with a longer and stretchier cloth. (Attuma will carry his babies until they are 4. And even then. He'd just move on to piggyback rides. 😭 He feels that they are safer when they are close. 🥺 But he has to get more creative as he and Okoye's family grows. Imagine him with 12 kids wrapped around him. 💀 Jk. 12 kids is my running joke. It does not have to be canon.)

"Man- I know we didn't just get one upped by a piece of fabric." RiRi scowled as Oni and Attuma talked.

Namora was proud of her wife, shooting a small glare at RiRi. "You did. Accept it."

"Those praises do not fall on you. You're just as crappy of an aunt as us." RiRi huffed before laughing when Namora gently nudged her and rolled her eyes.

"He's a simple man." Shuri groaned. "I should have listened to K'uk'ulkan."

"He'll come around." Aneka gently pet them on the back. "You're crazy if you think he's only having two kids with udade. Your inventions will come in handy eventually."

"She is right." Namora hummed. "We all aspire to have big families."

The funny thing about Attuma wearing the twins is that they are so small that they're both able to be strapped to the front of his chest. As they get older, the less chaotic of the twins get to chill in the front. (They don't try to grab ingredients or kick things while he'd cooking. Safety first people.) It's okay. He often gives his toddler on his back pieces of cut fruit to keep their spirits lifted and help them feel involved.

Okoye is always amused to see him talking to the twins while cooking and running errands, even though they're tiny and unable to process what he's saying.

"We are making K'iin food. K'iin means sun." He whispered. "K'iin is your mother. Na' is how you say mother." He'd remind them. "We must make sure she stays bright and healthy." He'd say as he chopped up some ingredients. "So we are making her soup to help her heal, because having two babies took a toll on her. She needs lots of food and rest so that she can continue to be the best mother she already is to both of you." He smiled behind his rebreather. "We will start by cutting up these carrots-"

"Ah." One of the babies would sound out.

"-Yes." He'd grin before pressing a soft kiss into the infant's head. "And we'll add onions, peppers, and chicken. Na' like corn, so we have to add it too."

Sometimes he'll sing to them in mayan. It's not a tune that's laced with strong suggestions like the one he'd drown his enemies with. It's often a song his mother would hum to him when he was small. Something he was happy to pass down to his own children.

And that concludes Part 1. ♡

p.s. I feel like the first set of twins would be identical boys. And they'd end up being mama boys (in a healthy way), because Attuma raised them to respect women. 😤 So, yeah.

#mickimomo #okoye x attuma #attoye #attuma x okoye #attuma #okoye #onimora #riri and shuri are competitive af #aneka being the best sister-in-law she can be #attuma being a good dad and husband #the sun and the sky au

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Hi! I don't know if you have open requests right now, but i just LOVE your single dad! Jess Mariano. I already love Alice so much. And i wanted to ask if you Please could make Jess (+Alice of course) meet reader. Thank you so much for all of your writing and no pressure to write this if you don't want to.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

PART THREE

in the SINGLE DAD SERIES!

pairings — older! jess mariano x fem! reader

word count — 2.3k

summary — in which jess mariano meets a woman in a bar…

a/n — i missed writing this series 😭 anyways this was kinda boring so iM SORRY!! i wasn’t planning on including a love interest but yk. anyways pls request more from this series because i truly love it. also don’t forget that i quite literally did not reread this at all so if it sucks then. well. fuck you.

A BAR REBRANDED FROM A SANITARIUM was an odd place for a bachelorette party, right? You'd think the fact that mental patients died in such an area would affect the liveliness of the now bar. But the darkness was hidden within the red velvet carpeted booths. Ones that looked like they hadn't been changed in decades — so there was a safe chance a serial killer's ass sat with yours decades later.

A group of six women sat around a dimmed booth. Party hats and wild attire matched their adolescence-like cheers. You would have thought they were the patients by their chilling screams. The one girl who watched over the other five, with her arms crossed as she watched her little sister unpack glittery bags with candied undergarments in them. As if that made them any more tasteful...

She watched with a tired expression, not exactly hiding how uninterested the party scene was for her. They'd just spent two and a half hours at a four and a half star restaurant that her sister's soon to be sister-in-law booked them a reservation at. She had to pay for a singular breadstick. She felt like some rich dick who went to the club... much like her grandparents. The group then spent the next hour in a club, before moving next door to the bar. The bar was a sectioned off area that lacked the loud party music and dancing area. But the classy atmosphere only matched the rich-kid her sister was marrying.

Her sister was twenty-one years old marrying her college boyfriend. She couldn't help but be envious. Not because her sister was getting married or that she had a "college sweetheart". But rather the idea that her sister was given a relationship from the universe. A man willing to marry her so badly that they couldn't even wait until graduation. They had to get married mid-semester and spend their spring break as their honeymoon. At some rich family villa of his, which would soon be her sister's... you can see why she lacked excitement yeah? It was selfish. She was the first to recognize it. But her sister had never shown any interest in being wed until she was at least twenty-six. She was one of those people with the plans. The ones who carried around their planners like they'd just solved world peace.

Her sister wasn't making a mistake... or at least she didn't think so. Or it didn't seem so. Her soon to be brother-in-law was a respectful guy. But he lacked any awareness in how the girls had grown up. They didn't have a house filled to the brim with white tiling and gold accent pieces. He didn't understand how she spent her whole high school career working her ass off to help her mom pay for the cost of living of their family. Maybe that was a deal breaker for her... but not her sister.

So, she stand here now twirling her glass as she watches her sister smiley scold her college roommates for gifting her a set of lingerie. Sometimes she wishes she'd gone to college. But this was not one of those times. She'd excused herself to walk over to the bar once more, looking for away to espace from the 'bride babe' headbands.

The bar wasn't exactly crowded but she lacked the room to comfortably move. But the group of men taking up the space, moved swiftly as she approached. Her bodycon dress seemed like a simple motivation. One she was not giving into. "Another, please, thanks." She told the bartender who shot her a nod and added it to his mental list. The group of young men (who acted like they'd never account for that title) slowly filed away as some approached her group. She didn't waste any time leaning against the bar as she waited. Desperately wanting to down a shot.

To her direct right, a man balancing a whiskey sour. He was tilting it as he glanced up at her, noticing her eyes locked on the drink being made. She was drop-dead gorgeous, which caught his attention like no other. He knew he shouldn't even be thinking that when a woman was supposed to be the last thing on his mind. But everything about her caught his attention. Which he'd never been good at comprehending, wanting to seem like such a tough guy. When in reality, he had a heart of surprise.

"Old fashioned?" He asked aloud when he noticed the bartender handing her the drink. Her eyes didn't even dart toward him as she remained where she stood, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm partial with a good bourbon myself," He spoke curiously. As if wondering if she'd take the bait. Her eyes finally caught his as she glanced in his direction, taking a sip of her drink without leaving his eyesight.

Boom.

He watched playfully with deep eye contact, his finger tapping his drink. She placed her drink back down on the counter and remained in the same spot. "Meeting someone?" Jess asked. He didn't want the cliche bar meet like he'd read in so many of his books. But this would be a one-time thing, right? If she even obliged. "More like hiding from someone." She spoke as she leaned onto the counter her gaze adverted to watch the bartender work. Jess didn't take his eyes off of her as he found them roaming, interested in what he was seeing. "Your ex? Bonnie or Clyde?"

She looked back over at him for that one giving him a look. He only watched her with a smirk falling on his lips, he liked her. "The sorority sisters," She matched his energy right back as she tiredly glanced over at the group of girls who hardly noticed her disappearance. They were now loudly laughing over a severely unfunny joke. Something about some girl in their dorm buying her boyfriend $500 pants that were ruined in a day. A humorous idea, lacking a reason for a 360 laughing circle.

"They aren't no Helen Keller," One two many drinks led to this disastrous joke. Her eyes squint slightly at the poor joke, holding in a laugh. He, too, had to wince. "I am drunk." No, you're not, Jess. You just suck at picking up girls. Probably because your only influence is trapped within book pages.

"Okay be honest, how bad am I doing here?" He asked aloud something he'd typically never do without a few drinks in his system. She bite down on her bottom lip as she pretended to think. "You're digging yourself a hole, pal. A ditch." He didn't waste any time nodding fairly as he finally lost his eye-sight glancing down at the bar before looking back at her. Jess crossed his arms and leaned onto the counter. She admired his approach which was shown when she took a seat beside him, her knees a few inches away from being pressed against the side of his thigh. Her attention was diverted to a book beside his drink. "On The Road?"

The man glanced down at his choice of literature before looking back over at the girl seemingly impressed. He watched her glance back over at her group which he could already tell was not her scene. "So what are you doing here?" Her lips finally revealed, her eyes still trapped on his while he raised his drink to his mouth. A sip was a dry term for what he took as he finally lowered his beverage revealing a smirk that had fallen on his lips. "Who's your favorite Beatle?"

The woman's face remained the same, noticing the direct change the man-made in the conversation. "None," She quipped with a straight look like she was inspecting him for something. He was quick to understand she was a bright one. Her face, like her name, and her starry eyes were bright and memorable -- almost so that he had to examine her for flaws. Her cheeks only added to her appeal so he moved his attention to her messy hair which had clearly been an asset he was interested in. So, she was perfect like that. Transcendent if you will. "Everyone has a favorite Beatle, 'ya got Ringo then Le-"

"I don't." She cut him off like her duty. As if she owed him the power of not having to repeat four known names. He licked his lips at this with a firm nod eyes darting across the room. Her thoughts remained on his intentions. He didn't seem like a bastard or anything... his looks overpowered the rights for that. "Y'know, lad, if you just told me what was on your mind we could move on from this insatiable eye contact."

Jess nodded at her words with her head falling on her hand. "My girl... my daughter," He corrected when he realized how his choice of words could further affect their conversation. "Her Mom suddenly came into her life. Now Alice, my daughter, is all over her. When she wasn't there the past fourteen years of her life... so for all of it." He spoke aloud, despite if whether she was listening or not. "The woman's a madman... a hookup when I was seventeen and miserable over a breakup and my Dad. It's unfair."

The woman listened to every single word intently. Her bad night seemed glorious at this moment as she watched him huff and turn toward her, half expecting her to dart at the mention of his messy situation. "That... sucks. I mean that really fucking sucks." She told him with sincerity ghosting her voice. Her words were something he needed to hear. Jess was finally grateful he opened up for once in his thirty-one years of living. "I'm Y/N by the way... if I know something personal about you, it's only fair you know my name."

"Jess," He responded while sticking out his hand with a thin-lipped smile. She matched his expression while shaking his hand firmly. The two pulled away hesitantly as Jess seemed to spark back into his almost-cocky demeanor. "So, tell me why you're sat over here with me. It's only fair, y'know." He cocked with a tilt of his head. Y/N was quick to nod at his words as she messed with her hair. "You looked really depressing, miserable actually."

He chuckled at her words as a genuine smile took over his face. "Haven't we learned to not beat around it with one another... tell me. I'm listening."

"It's dumb." She seriously told him before sighing, knowing he wouldn't give up. "The guy my sister, the one with the candy panties, is marrying is just... not for her. And if I try and tell her she gets pissed off at me. So it's safe to say I'm not exactly in the mardi gras mood here." Y/N looked over at the group once more. Jess was quick to react despite the lack of emotion shown on his face. His features mute. "She looks like a kid."

"She is," She agreed before sighing. "Well, she's twenty-one. But that's still a baby— I mean come on, when I was twenty-one I would have laughed in my boyfriend's face if he proposed to me. She has her whole life ahead of her and I don't know..."

"If my daughter came home from college and told me she was engaged I would go Hulk Hogan on the guy's ass." Jess reassured her of her sanity with his words. Somehow two emotion-lacking people shared their pressures in sensibility prose. Which both recognized and swore off by their drinks. Which was no excuse.

His words were almost unheard as the bachelorette party began to cheer once more, followed by the sound of the club next door. Jess pressed his lips together before letting out a puff of air. "Let's get out of here," He told her... although his words were a prominent question that he was awaiting her answer for. Her drink balanced in her hands at his words with an unreadable expression. "Bold move."

"Life's too short to be shy," He shrugged with his confident look and his eyes practically undressing her mind. Her eyes remained lost in his for a moment before a dry chuckle escaped her lips. "Trust me, I wanna. But as older sister... I gotta watch out for those annoying girls. Emphasis on annoying.”

"Responsible and admirable," He spoke with a nod while taking the final sip of his drink. "But unnecessary... we'll go somewhere quiet for a bit. I swear you'll be back here in an hour and a half." He was persistent which she easily saw coming. "Yeah? And where's that?"

"I own a publishing company. We have this bookstore downstairs that's closed... quieter than a goddamn J.K. Rowling lovefest." Jess started continuing to attempt to charm her enough for her to stay as his company. "We can have a coffee and talk nonsense. I can promise you you'll be back here by midnight because I need to get home to my kid by midnight. My Uncle won't stay up any later."

His demeanor changed while he attempted to convince her. He was full of truth and warmth while he anticipated her next move. Which he so desperately hoped would be spending the rest of the evening with him. "Is the 'I own a company' thing supposed to impress me?" She hinted at with a gentle smirk, one he matched instantly. "You haven't seen anything yet."

"And why should I come with you?" She was just playing with him now. "First of all, you wanna get the hell outta here. Second of all, you wanna have some fun which I'm willing to give you. It's your game."

"Let's go," She stood up with him quickly following as he threw on his jacket and walked behind her. Jess's arm threw around her, they walked closely together. And it was safe to say... Jess and his parental problems were just an afterthought for about an hour and twenty-nine minutes.

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I have to say that although Matt Smith is the perfect Daemon for me (book!canon wise too), the combination of Holliday Grainger (who is perfect for Rhaenyra! Both young and older versions (she is 35 so the older version is the one she could realistically play) and Sam Reid has me swooning. It's a thing I like about fancasting that sometimes the actors are actually good for the role and could fit together.

I am curious, do you have any fancast for Viserys I ? Mine is Amza Pellea, he is a great actor and really gives me the vibes of Viserys (when he has the moustache and grey hair is when he resembles more what I imagine Viserys looked like).

And have you ever imagined any particular jewels or dresses for Rhaenyra? ( I am obsessed with fashion, so to imagine the clothes and accessories for a character like Rhaenyra who was said to dress richly is very very entertaining). Or for any clothes for Daemon? ( The fashion for men is worth discussing too I think).

Anyways thank you, and I really like your blog even if we don't share every opinion you are always very nice.💖💖

I'll admit Matt Smith didn't work as Daemon for me, but then again I can count with my fingers only 3 actors who I genuinely enjoyed in the show and think they match the characters they were given to play despite the writing.

I fell in love with Sam Reid when I saw him acting in the iwtv. His performance as Lestat gave me so many book daemon vibes. The way he portrayed the obsessed, intelligent manipulative, short tempered lover? Simple chef's kiss.

I truly wish I was telented enough to find some way to edit him more as book daemon

As for Viserys I, I loved your fancast! I'll admit I haven't thought of Viserys much so my only fancast so far had been Clive Wood (for older Viserys obviously).

Now ✨ fashion ✨

I'm definitely not an expert but I have imagination. Daemon can be prideful and vain so he definitely cares about his appearance and understand the power an image can have.

I picture him wearing expensive fabrics and leathers with lots of embroidered doublets. Later in life i can imagine he might have adopted some of Rhaneyra's coloring into his as a power move and to show his support.

Meanwhile for Rhaenyra we know from the book that she dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets, golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns, and her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds. So safe to say, the woman knew how to steal a show.

For her riding clothes I imagine something similar to dany but with the targaryens colorings of red and black, like this one below. Tight fitting and practical but not void of drama.

She was a big girl, so I imagine she boldly chooses cuts that compliment her shoulders and chest

Otherwise if everything had to be covered, she'd make up with interesting and patterns, embodiment. I imagine her skirts would be long and the sleeves either long and wide or slashed

As for her hair, i know she canonically wore them long and braided similarly to Visenya but I always pictured she was experimenting with it in a similar fashion as she did with her clothing. I think she'd play around with braiding her hair, wearing them sometimes in half or full updo

I'm not good with jewelry but multiple rings on her fingers is a must and her crown was probably something beautiful like this one:

sidenote: this is the shipper in me doing the thinking but given the amount of extravagant gifts daemon sent her. I can totally imagine him sending her Myrish lace that rhaenyra could either make it blend in her clothing or wear it as a veil like this:

ps: thank you for your kind words 🥺 and of course I'd love to also read your ideas if you feel like sharing. ♥

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Okaokay! What if we flip the situation kinda >:)

So like Sahed has secret crush on reader and reader is like confident and flirts with him however rather than a clap back like he does with Julia he just goes quiet (cuz he’s flustered tehee) so this makes reader jealous of Julia cause they think he doesn’t like them back .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Blah blah blah reader surprisingly kisses Sahed and he’s all flustered blushing mess happy ending

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I love it. And I love your request. Let's do this!

Also thank you for requesting again, 🍓 <3

Warnings: jealous reader, reader makes explicit remarks, flustered Sahed, and Rainah is our beloved wingwoman again

Word count: 2.1 k

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Cursed lips

"Tell me Sahed..", you spoke when you sat yourself next to the three eyes, and he immediately blushed. You guys were eating dinner, and Sahed ate at a lone corner, so what better way option would you have than to plop down next to him and flirt with him?

"how come you always look so perfect?", you asked, watching his reaction with a sly grin. It was routine by now that Sahed would blush furiously, he would say no syllable back though. He only ate his food in silence.

You huffed, taking a more daring approach. "You know, you are just like a maths book," and out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the Ah'kon momentarily stop shoving spaghetti in his mouth.

'Got him this time!', you thought as you finished your sentence. "Whenever I open that particular book, I just groan and say-"

Sahed quickly stood up and left. "Hmpf! Didn't even get to finish my sentence...", you muttered, as you watched him leave the cafeteria with a hand on your ching and an annoyed expression.

...

You didn't understand Sahed. You knew him, his past, why he was the way he was, but not how he couldn't even talk back to you.

However, it was a whole other story with Julia, one of the newcomers. Whenever she was around, Sahed cracked jokes left and right, pulled some pranks on her, and... flirted with her very often.

It made you feel like a fool, running after him all these years. Sometimes, Sahed made you think he actually liked you, but before you could be sure about that, he backed away, saying stuff like "I was just joking!", "Did you really believe that?" ...and the worst: "C'mon, we're friends!"

yeah, he made you feel like a lovesick fool, and you hated yourself for not being able to stop your heart to beat for him. You hated feeling invincible whenever he was near, like you could achieve anything in this world.

But, you were not one to back down, no. You'd spoil him rotten, court him, gift him flowers, write him poems, and praise and compliment and flirt with him until the day he'd tell you to stop or reject you.

You were ____ ______, for god's sake!

You'll make Sahed yours!

If only your confidencs would restore faster after each time you see Sahed flirting with Julia. You wished he'd tell you how he felt, but you were always met with silence on the other end, and it knawed at you.

it felt disgusting.

...

Sahed was having a nervous breakdown, his elbows on his table and his face buried in his face as he groaned loudly .Kamille drew a new design for Rainah and Rainah only stroked Sahed's back in comfort.

"And then she said, "Whenever I open that particular book, I just groan and say-" and that's then I left!", Sahed cried in an exasperated tone as he looked at his sister with a very flustered expression, his face being redder than a tomato and Rainah only laughed.

"Oh my, she must be pulling all the stops now. But I do feel pity for ____. Sahed, you can't just not answer when she talks to you. You'll only hurt her feelings, you know?", she spoke when Sahed looked at her with drooped eyes and a sad frown.

"I-I know, Rainah, and I'm trying! I actually sat up early this morning, just to rehearse what I want to say to her, but when I look at her, or when I hear her voice...", he whined as he rubbed his eyes in frustration.

Rainah only sighed tiredly. "What if you just write her something, instead of trying to speak?", Kamille's voice rang softly, and Sahed raised his head.

"That's...actually a pretty good idea...!", Rainah praised, and kamille smiled bashfully as she looked down at her designs with a blush.

Sahed searched for papers, not the scattered and drawn-on ones. He finally found a lone paper and scrambled around for a pen with ink. Once he found one, he wrote whatever came to mind. He wrote for a solid two minutes, his eyes furrowed in concentration, and the room was filled with Kamille's gentle stroke of her pen against her skecthes, and Sahed's rough handwriting, his wrist flicking after every tenth word.

Then he abruptly stopped. "No. that's not right.", he criticised his work, and fisted the paper in his hand. rainah raised an eyebrow after he threw it to the ground -it missed the bin- and looked for a new paper.

She picked it up and read what was inside, and she gasped.

Dear ____, Not a day, an hour, a minute, or even a second goes by where I'm not thinking of you. Hell, I even see you in my dreams. You always have on that beautiful pink dress on...it really suits you, and I can't help but fall for you every time you bless me in that other world. In my dreams, I am not a cowerd who can't even answer you, no. In my dreams, I am responding to every of your words. I am also flirting with you, looking at you the way you look at me, and even holding, and kissing your delicate, petite hands. If only I could do it too when I am not in the dreamland. If only I could tell you how much you mean to me, how much I crave your attention, how I want you to keep flirting with me, even when I can't always take it, should I faint, is it beccause of the overdose of love you've showered me with. I wish I could speak to you, but I can't and I can't help but think I am cursed. I simply cannot speak when I'm around you. Whenever I look into those beautiful orbs of yours, or smell your perfume, my voice leaves and I am just--standing there like an idiot! Your words make me feel so much better about myself than I'd like to admit. Every word you say, every compliment, every praise, I wish to give right back at you, but I always find myself tongue-tied, & my throat suddenly has a toad in it. I wish I could tell you how I feel and

And that's where he stopped. Rainah looked at her brother, who was looking at the drawn on papers, scratching his head in thought, most likely trying to figure out where his newly purchased ones went.

Without telling him a word, Rainah left the room.

...

"What?! You're joking, right??", Julia's response came to your question and she was laughing her butt off.

you only stared at her laughing with a saw frown etched on your face. "I'm serious, you know...?", you muttered when you saw her gasping for air.

It couldn't be that asking her if she liked Sahed would be the funniest thing she'd ever heard, but oh well.

"Sor...sorry...phew!...ehehheheheee~...!", Julia laughed while trying to catch her breath. "It's just, I am not the one who likes Sahed, or the one who Sahed likes." "Huh?"

"Listen, ____. I may seem close to that guy, but there's nothing but cameraderie between us.", Julia started, a sympathetic smile on her face. You looked at her with hesitation. "...Really?"

"Really. And I'm surprised that you're actually asking me this when Sahed only has heart eyes for you-"

"____! ____! I need to give you something!", Rainah yelled when she finally spotted you. You look at her confused, having Julia's words not processed yet.

"Woah, Rainah, what happened to you?", Julia asked, and rainah only gave you Sahed's paper. "..here...!", she panted.

"Had to give you this before Sahed gets me! Byeee!", she exclaimed, before dashing away.

Julia put a hand on your shoulder. "I have some business to attend to, okay? Bye."

And gone was she. Now, as you were alone, you read what was written on it. You gasped in shock.

Each sentence made you heart flutter, your eyes widen, and your love for your crush grow.

...

Sahed sighed. He was getting nowhere with this. Kamille had left to go to the sewer with her sketches, and Rainah left to god-knows-where.

He looked at the dozens of love letters on the ground he wrote as soon as he got his hands on the new paper. He used every single one of them, then he rumpled every single one.

He'd never write a good confession, let alone love letter. However, a knock at his door made him halt in his thoughts, and he opened the door. You stood there, with his first paper in hand.

"May I step in?", you asked gently, and Sahed got red. Without a word, he stepped to the side. You saw the papers on the ground, which were as rumpled as the one in your hand.

"May I look at the other papers?", you looked at him. He looked to the side, and nodded. 'no, no, nononononono...! She's going to read all my papers..!', he thought as he watched you crouch down to the ground to open the crumpled papers on the ground.

You opened the first one, and it left you in shock.

My wonderful lady ____, you have no idea how much I am infuriated with you. Every second next to you feels like heaven, but it ends in a second. I cannot fathom when I started harbouring these feelings, but I know that I cannot stop them, nor do I want to. I enjoy your company, and I wish I would answer you, if it weren't for those ... cursed lips of mine. Whenever I find myself near you, my heartbeat speeds up as if I'd be running a marathon, my hands grow sweaty when I think about holding the ones you have, and I can't utter a single word to you. Whenever you talk to me, whether it be joking, a normal conversation, or you flirting with me, I always find myself at a loss for words. It's like I have lost my tongue, or every language I am capable of speaking is wiped from my brain.

I think it is because I have fallen in love with you, _____, for I can't imagine the sun rising without your presence. I can't imagine going on stage in front of all these people to show my tricks when you're not near, because all these people are only fragments of my past, whereas you are a constant flowing stream in my blood, which rests in my veins and goes into my heart.

I... I love you so much that I can't even speak around you, and I always become a mute fool in your presence. I can't help but grow shy when you're right there, with your glowing aura, your wonderful hair, your charming eyes, and your beautiful smile.

And that was it. The paper anded here. Sahed watched you open and read every single letter from the floor as he grew tense. He was standing behind you at the door, and scratched his head, his blush still evident as he was close to fainting. He sat down on a stool. He watched your body language from behind.

You were just...sitting there, a straight posture, your feet underneat your butt as you sat on your knees and shins, and you occasionally rised a little to take another letter which was a bit further away from you.

No, Sahed couldn't read your body from behind.

He slowly stood up and collected the balls of paper you didn't read yet and gave you one each time you finished reading the last. It took you one hour to finish reading all the letters, and you were grinning from ear to ear. "So...that's how you've been thinking of me...?"

Sahed nodded, his legs being formed criss-cross-applesauce, and he sat next to you. He nodded shyly, his eyes being cast downwards.

"Well...you certainly have a way with words, Sahed. Also...it was really romantic, how you just wrote it all down. I'm flattered from your letters."

Sahed gulped. 'Okay, now or never!'

He took a deep breath as he looked at you with a flustered determined expression. "____, I love you-mmh!"

Yeah, you kissed him. Your one of your hands was on his cheek, the other one on his shoulder. You were facing him with your body as you kissed him, and Sahed's head was just turned down and to your direction.

After you parted, Sahed shyly gave you a little peck on your lips, and smiled sheepishly. "I love you too, Sahed.", you said when you spread your kisses all over his face.

Sahed smiled as he sighed into your affections.

Maybe being not able to talk to you was not so bad.

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Hey hey hey! I hope I could write it the way you liked, and if not, please let me know!

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