#sorry for weird spelling i was in an emotional place writing this out
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↳˗ˏˋYandere/Dark Percy Jacksonˊˎ˗ ↴
▸ content warnings: kidnapping, injury, swearing, my shitty writing 🫶
▸ summary: Percy, a lonely god finds you injured in his temple and decides to keep you..
▸ A/N: this is my first time writing something yandere or dark or anything like that so sorry if it’s bad. No spell checks so stupid my be spelt wrong.
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Perseus, son of Poseidon hero of Olympus, god of loyalty. Well, at least thats what camp taught you.
Percy accepted godhood many, many, years ago. Now the days blur together and as the days blurred together Percy stopped looking after his temple. He has outlived everyone he loved, his mother, his friends, everyone.
He locked himself in his temple letting years, decades, pass not caring for mankind, he became selfish like the rest of the gods. That was until one day, you, stumbled into his temple, an injured demigod. His temple was overgrown with vines and the smell of sea water lingered in the air.
You felt so happy to find a place to shelter in for the night until the rain passed, and to patch up your injuries, the place looked and felt abandoned so you just stepped right in. Yet you didn’t know how much you’d regret finding this temple in the future..
You stumbled through the doors wincing in pain as you held your side, that had been badly injured from a monster. Throwing down your backpack you slid down the wall, quickly searching for the bandages. The wound caused sharp and stinging jolts of pain but you powered through.
"The rain must be rather inconvenient for you."
Percy spoke as his voice carried through the entire temple, he had been woken up from his sleep when you stumbled in. He seemed rather calm for someone who had just been awoken from their slumber. Although, his voice was rather cold and detached, lacking any emotion."You're a demigod I presume."
Not expecting to have company you practically jumped out of your skin.
“Shit!” You yelled quickly grabbing your weapon (which really hurt your side) before you realised who or rather what he was, a god.
“Sorry—sorry you just made me jump..” you muttered looking up at him while holding your side trying to make the pain go away, you had this..weird feeling about him but you didn’t know what..
“Come here.”
You were in not position to refuse such help, especially from a literal god. So, you walked up to his throne and sat down, it was a bit cramped. Percy started to look at your injuries, analyzing them as he grabbed your wrists to pull your sleeves back and get a better look. He seemed to be rather interested in the way your injuries looked. His grip was also rather tight causing you to wince in uncomfortable pain. Yet the he seemed to completely ignore your flinch.
“I’ve heeled your minor injuries but the one on your side will take another week or two, to heal fully.” He stayed almost as if he was talking past you and not to you. You nodded in response getting off his throne and picking up your bag. It was a bit pathetic really you could hardly walk.
"You should probably rest a bit more."
He spoke bluntly as he watched you struggle with walking, his tone of voice was still cold. Which is weird seeing as he was talking to you. Usually the gods have a more.. friendly tone when speaking to demigods. It was all strange. He seemed to want you to stay here.. for a reason he hasn't told you yet..
“I don’t wanna cause any trouble..” you chuckled awkwardly “like you said my side will take about a week or two to heal..”
He raised a brow as he tilted his head to the side. The blank stare was growing more prominent in his eyes now. It was as if he couldn't understand why you'd want to leave, especially while you were still injured.
"Rest."
He spoke once again as he gave a firm nod. He was telling you to stay put.
“Okay..thanks..” yoh said smiling slightly before you put your bag down he led you to one of the bedrooms in the temple for you to sleep in. It was a nice place really considering the temple Was overflowing with vines.
Percy watched you as you made yourself a bed. His gaze was still focused on you as you got yourself comfortable enough to rest. He watched you settle for a while longer. He was rather silent as he continued to stare at you. When he finally spoke up he was still stoic and expressionless.
"You're staying here."
He spoke firmly and clearly. He was ordering you to stay here... not asking you.
You nodded slightly “till I’m better yeah.” yawning slightly your energy had been drained from his healing.. your head hit the pillow and immediately you fell asleep. Percy on the other hand..continued to watch you. He wasn't planning on letting you leave his temple until you were healed. As you laid down he just stared you down.. his eyes following you as you turned to your side.. he was.. fixated on you.. even while you slept.. he continued to watch you for what must have been hours..
finally two weeks had passed, you could finally leave and make your way back to camp, over those two weeks he’d warmed to you slightly but that bad feeling was still present. Packing up your stuff into the bag getting ready to leave.
“thank you again” you smiled at him as he sat on his throne, you were great full that he had helped you.
He had crossed his legs as he spoke monotone as always..
"It was no issue."
Although his response had been short and rather emotionless, he spoke with rather clear.. authority. He sat there watching you now. Watching you pack up as you got ready to leave.
"Are you sure you are well enough to leave?"
“Yeah.” You smiled at him before walked towards the doors of the temple. you tried to push open the doors but they wouldn’t move? You’d opened them easily before but now they wouldn’t budge..
“hey um..i think there locked or something..?” You asked awkward the bad feeling grew and grew..
He looked at you as you tried to open the doors and noticed that they were.. locked.
Percy then tilted his head to the side as he spoke.
"I locked them."
For some reason his response caused your bad feeling to grow further. He didn't say anything else other than that.. He seemed to wait for you to ask why he locked the doors.
“Well could you open them for me?” You asked him tilting your head slightly, you hoped he forgot to unlock them..
"No."
His voice seemed to have gotten more monotone as soon as he spoke, his stare was still cold as ever. His response just further added to your bad feeling.. you didn't know how much longer you could stay locked in here with him.. for some reason he seemed to want to keep you here.. before you could speak he spoke again.
"I do not want you to leave the temple."
He spoke rather bluntly as he leaned back onto his throne. He didn't elaborate on that response, though.. He didn't really seem to want you to know why he didn't want you to leave.. he just seems to want to keep you locked in here with him for some odd reason.
“B—but..” you tried to argue as you looked at him sitting on his bloody throne “but—“
He cut you off before you could even properly argue by speaking once again.
"Do not argue with me.
He stated plainly as the god spoke he looked down at you as he straightened out his legs that were crossed. He seemed rather serious, almost to serious when it came to you.
His expressionless stare was still fixated on you as he continued to speak.
"You will stay here, with me.”
You were trapped with a god who’s loneliness had driven him mad.. and there was no escape..
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Hi, there! :D
Okay, I ended up getting crushed (in a good way) by the:
True love's kiss, but he's not the one.
But what if we up the ante on anguish and pain? In another example and characters?
That the boys who kissed the prefect (Sebek, Ace, Floyd and Cater) saw that his "best friend" (Silver, Deuce, Jade and Trey) managed to wake up the prefect by kissing them proving that him are his true love💔
I think that would be much more painful to see, that your most loved person already has their loved one and it's not you.
But hey, it's an idea that occurred to me, I'll leave it in your hands if you want to do it. No pressure! Your twst writings are so entertaining <3
���︎I took way to long to write this, sorry!!! I just kept on writing more and more and more.
♡︎As an Angst fan this was purelly briliant, I might write this prompt with more characters in the future!
♡︎Warning: Angst ofc
⋆⋅☆Sebek
When he learned of the spell that had befallen you, he hurriedly made his way to find you as swiftly as possible. Many were impressed by the unusual sight of him forsaking his duties, yet had they witnessed the concern etched across his face as he dashed through the school's hallways, it would have unveiled the depth of his worry.
Discovering you peacefully asleep in the infirmary, a serenity washed over you that made him yearn for the days when your exasperated expression met his loud voice, longing to hear your requests for help with homework. He sighed, a sigh not of annoyance, but rather of the realization that you had been ensnared by a sleeping spell – a rather foolish predicament, he mused. Nevertheless, his true sentiments lay in the admission that weeks ago, he had acknowledged his profound feelings for you.
Summoning the courage to kiss you, he envisioned your smile and your eyes meeting his. Yet, as he leaned in with hope, only to find you still unconscious, a surge of rage consumed him, making him leave the room with heavy steps.
By the end of the day, guilt had settled within him, recognizing the immaturity of his earlier outburst. Compelled to address his mistake, he visited you, only to be met with the sight of Silver tenderly kissing your slumbering form. Frozen in place, he observed the scene unfold until your eyes fluttered open, and you exchanged an enamored smile with Silver, your hand gently caressing his face.
Retreating from view without being noticed, he adopted an uncharacteristic coldness in his next encounters with Silver and you. In training sessions with Silver, he became a forceful contender, driven to win, yet even here, victory seemed to elude him.
With time, he allowed those emotions to vanish, redirecting his focus to his role as a knight, dedicated to safeguarding Malleus.
Love, he concluded, was never intended for one whose sole pursuit was the protection of his liege.
⋆⋅☆Ace
Ace and Deuce were around when the spell hit you. They were a mess, trying to figure out how to wake you up. When they thought about the true love kiss, things got awkward. Ace noticed Deuce blushing at your sleeping form. He shook off the idea that Deuce might like you because, according to Ace, you preferred spending time with him. You always came to him first in the morning, helped him with school stuff, and he was sure that if he kissed you, you'd wake up because you loved him as much as he loved you.
So, why didn’t you wake up when he kissed you? And why did you wake up when Deuce did?
Was Ace that blind? He didn't even remember you and Deuce being that close. Well, except for when you chatted in class, sent papers to each other, or when Deuce started giving you cheek kisses. By the Seven, he felt so clueless.
To deal with his feelings, Ace decided to distance himself for a bit. He didn't feel good being around you two. However, being without his closest friends at Night Raven College felt weird.
Sure, Ace could make new friends, but would they ever be as fun as you two?
⋆⋅☆Floyd
Floyd found himself carrying you like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder after overhearing that you had fallen victim to a sleeping spell. In an attempt to wake you up, he sought Azul's expertise to brew a potion. However, as he gently laid you down on the VIP room's sofa, he witnessed Azul becoming uncomfortably affectionate with you. Suppressing the impulse to grab you again, Floyd's told Azul to back off and quickly he got an answer. He listened as Azul explained that a love kiss could wake you up.
In typical Floyd fashion, he took those words like nothing, leaning down to kiss you without considering whether you reciprocated his feelings. In his mind, the two of you were unequivocally in love. So when you didn't wake up, he erupted into a fit of denial, accusing Azul of playing around with him regarding the concept of a love kiss as a cure. Despite his protestations, Azul reassured him that he wasn't lying. Frustrated, Floyd stormed out of the room, leaving behind an aura of annoyance that he redirected towards others, likely ending in detention.
Upon his return, still perturbed by your lack of reciprocation, Floyd witnessed Jade holding your hand as you sat on the sofa, engaged in conversation. Barging in, his gaze pierced you as he interrogated his brother about how you woke up and Jade, with a teasing look, disclosed that he had just kissed you.
Now, Floyd's annoyance escalated as he watched you, the person he harbored feelings for, being affectionate with his brother. In his perception, his own brother had betrayed him. Consumed by anger, it took him weeks to talk with both of you, maintaining a consistently sour mood. However, with time, Floyd moved on, losing his feelings for you. The three of you eventually resumed normal interactions, as Floyd couldn't sustain his frustration with his brother for long.
If Jade was happy with you, Floyd was fine with it.
⋆⋅☆Cater
Cater sprinted to your side as soon as he heard the news of you being placed under a sleeping spell. Worry clouded his thoughts, preventing him from thinking straight as he entered the room. There you were, surrounded by Riddle and Trey, who appeared to be brainstorming a solution to wake you up. Cater observed as Riddle approached him, a slight blush adorning his face, to convey that the apparent cure was a love kiss.
The information left Cater at a loss, unsure of how to navigate the situation. Despite harboring feelings for you and being exceptionally close, he had always believed that your relationship was purely friendly. While he cherished your friendship, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was just one of many in your life. Riddle, always there to assist you with studies, smart, kind, and a housewarden, seemed like a more fitting companion. Adding to the mix were Ace and Deuce, who were constantly by your side, creating a tight-knit trio. Cater vividly remembered the day he invited you to the music club, eager to spend time with you. However, he watched as Kalim quickly captivated your attention with his lively personality. Even though he knew he could have joined the conversation, Cater felt a sense of exclusion. Seeing you so engrossed in Kalim, despite his own efforts to plan a special day for the two of you, made him question his place in your life.
So, he didn’t even entertain the thought of kissing you, he knew deep down that such an action wouldn’t awaken you. His assumption was quickly validated when he returned to the room after his classes to find you awake. And even after assuring himself that you would never love him back, he still felt his heart sank as he witnessed Trey fully captivating your attention.
Even in that moment, you didn’t spare a glance his way, never once acknowledging his presence.
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ACE X MALE DOLL READER Part 1 (like violet evergarden) (part 2)
It's short and sweet.
Sfw/fluff
Nothing to exciting overall, I was just bored.
Warning: my bad spelling
Ace was sitting on a rock looking out to the ocean lost in thoughts. He could hear the ocean and sounds of birds chirping happily around him. That was until he heard the sounds of foot steps behind him, believing it to be the old man but after a bit he still said nothing and just standing behind him he turned around ready to question the old man "Why the hell-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw it wasn't the old man but a little boy around his age. He had doll like (eye color) eyes and (short/long) (h/c) hair, he wore an outfit that made him look so much like a doll, complimenting his features. He showed no expression and simply stared at him. Ace was memorized by the boy "Who are you and why are you just staring at me" he questioned the boy. The boy elegantly moved one foot behind the other on its tip and bowed with one arm in front and the other behind him, he closed his eyes as he spoke "My name is (Y/N) a member of the (L/N) family. I am part of the auto memorie dolls of the CH company" he stood up start placing his hand behind his back like a soldier before continuing "I apologize for not speaking up, I did not wish to bother you for you look deep in thought, do you wish for me to leave?" Ace side eyed the strange boy, he spoke like a doll too. He thought for a moment before speaking "No, you can stay, what do want form me anyway" he asked looking the boy up and down, he couldn't deny that the boy was very beautiful. "I was simply exploring the island while my father and mother are doing a task here on the island, I do not want anything from you, I was simply curious" he answered in a doll like way again. "Why do you talk like that" Ace asked with natural look. "Like what?" The boy asked "Like that" "I still do not understand what you mean" "You talk like your some kind of soldier or doll" "This is how I was taught to speak, clearly and nicely" (Y/N) still stood in the same way as he had before and it had started to annoy Ace in a weird way, he felt like he was giving a soldier orders "Sit down would you, it doesn't look like your leaving so take a seat" He did as was asked sitting down neatly. They sat their in silence for awhile just enjoying each others presences. "May I know your name" Ace looked at the boy then back at the ocean "Ace" The boy hummed and looked out to the ocean as well "It's a lovely name, I haven't meet someone with that name before" Ace mumbled a thanks without looking at him "May I know way you are upset, you seem mad, sorry if I am wrong, I am bad at understand other people's emotions" Ace looked at the boy "It's non of your business" he said, the boy again has not changed his facial expression "Alright, I understand" Ace looked at the boy in the corner of his eyes, wondering if he should ask his question. "Hey (Y/N)" "Yes?" "What do you think of the king of the pirates?" (Y/N) thought for a moment before answering "I've have never met the man before but my dad has" Ace turned to look at the boy "He told me that he was kind to those who were kind to him and was a high spirited man" Ace looked back to the ocean lost in thoughts once again, anger filled him for a reason he did not understand.
After that day Ace had saw the boy again and again, they spent time together as his parents worked. Ace still found the boy very strange, truly reminded him of a living doll, so he had called him 'dolly' As days went by it was finally time for (Y/N) to leave. Ace couldn't help but admit that he had grown to like the boy a lot.
"I'm actually gonna miss you dolly" Ace side giving him a hug goodbye "I'm going to miss you dearly too, maybe one day when I officially become a auto memorie doll I'll come find you and maybe write a letter for you" Ace chuckled "I'd love that" For once the boys eyes softened and he smiled "I hope we meet again, Ace" Ace felt his heart skip a beat and his cheeks warming up. The boy ran up the ship to his parents waving goodbye to Ace. Ace face was red as he looked down clenching his chest. He smiled unknowingly to himself.
"I hope so too, Dolly"
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hiii first time writing a req in like 2-ish yrs so i'm sorry of i use the wrong words
could you write a jealous hayato kamitani x reader from school babysitters like for example Yagi is flirting with reader? you could write his reaction or a whole scenario up to you!!!
thanksss<3
🪼 : Oooohhh this sounds ✨️🤌✨️
I'm so glad for being your first request after many time! Thanks to you, precious story!
Let's go then 🍩☕️
Warnings : Bad grammar and spelling mistakes
Genre : Fluff
Serie : 𝐆𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
Y / n 's . . . GN !
Hayato Kamitani × Reader
(Jealousy)
[When being at the same school, as a student babysitter]
You were a babysitter before Hayato decided to, helping Kashima with anything you could. The little ones loving you as you played along with them to anything their creative minds came up with.
This being said, you've met many people on your way of becoming one of the babies' best friends. Including Tomoya Yagi.
You can't recall when was the first time you've met him, however, he seemed to do it, very well.
And just like that, he called himself your friend for the very first time.
Sometimes coming out of nowhere saying it was a mere coincidence.
Which you tried to brush off as his normal behaviour towards everyone the more you spent time with him at some walks by the park or stopping him from getting any closer to your little friends.
Hayato and you are classmates, but have never really become great friends or anything like that, on the other side, you were really close to Ryuuchi, he was so kind and cheerful with the kids and everyone sorrounding him, you admired him for that.
So it was a bit weird when knowing who the new adition to the babysitter's club was.
I've mentioned you've met Yagi, and to your surprise, there was this rare time when you've got to be with both Yagi and Ryuuchi, and they somehow had already met each other ?
The first week with Hayato as a new babysitter was spent on him learning the basics.
Mostly you teaching him how to take his brother off of him without being rude or acting mad around him, while Kashima took care of the others.
Yeah, a whole week for it.
During that period, Hayato got to know more about you and effectively, started showing a bit more of consideration with his brother. (Or more like he didn't hit him anymore, which was a lot of progress).
You couldn't help but notice that when you had spent class' time with a man or to be more specific, Kashima, he was way more agressive at the club, making you remember his first week there.
Those were limited occasions. But the first time he got to be with Yugi, and you were there ? ...let's say he'd be freezed in awkwardness and shock of him hugging you all friendly and calling you names. At first.
Of course he wouldn't show any other emotion that wasn't the embarrassment of being trapped with him. ( Yes because he'd obviously would like you to stay with him ).
Have I already mentioned Yugi knows the exact day, time and place were you met ? Well, it seems like he can't remember telling that story any moment, so he'd be most likely talking and laughing about that the whole time.
Maybe it was because he intended to annoy him even more, or he couldn't really remember talking about it 20 times ago, but Yugi won't stop; Hayato being about to lose his composure would prefer to get away of you two for a few minutes to calm down a bit.
⚾️Now, why would Hayato be more annoyed of ?
⚾️Words. Yes, words. Like, the hugs and holding hands can wait a little longer to tickle something on him.
⚾️Someone being touchy could only make him jelous because he can't show his affection too openly like that person seems to. But if that's not the case, then he's all to weird by the sudden touches been given to his S/o.
⚾️If there's this person who can't shut their mouth for a damn minute or keep on trying to steal you from him to have a small talk, he'll lose it.
⚾️He wants to talk to you, wants to get to know you better and share opinions, why does someone have to come and ruin it ?
⚾️Flirting ? In front of him ? the worst.
⚾️He'd get awkward as if someone's hugging you or anything like that as his first instinct, but some seconds after, he'd :
1-. Leave. If he's sensed you seemed to get along with that person, he thinks it'd be the best to leave for a few moments to relax and let you be.
2-. Do nothing but keep in the picture. This may be the one he applies the most since, as I've said, he doesn't really want to leave you. So, if that person seems to be persistent or even making you uncomfortable, he'd enter a bit by making slight commentaries about experiences you've had with him.
⚾️Would he stay mad for some time after the incident ?
⚾️Yes, but of course, not with you, he clearly knows you couldn't control it ( if that person was persistent ), or if that was a good friend of yours, he knows you'd tell him anything about it.
⚾️Sadly, and if his brother keeps bothering him, he'd end up being harsher than ever with him.
⚾️And if you ever try to come up as to why is he in that mood he'd try to avoid the topic or simply lie about Taka being more annoying than normal.
🪼 : Couldn't help but put 2 gifs 🥲💗 they're so cute!!!!
Thanks for reading my dear stories!
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my stupid ass accidentally hit unfollow instead of ask button -_- ANGYWAYS like what is UP with c.Cemelo? Camelo>?i forgot how to spell his name the second i looked away from it THE MUTLICOLORED MENTALLY ILL GUYthag one. i have so many questions about him like why is he a freak (lovingly). why is his relationship with the big guy so inasne liek whats theier deal. im so interested (props my chin up in my hands and smiles suuuper wide) i would love to hear about them if u wanna talk about them PEACE ✌ (i mean all this genuiinely btw)
HIS NAEM CHAMELO it’s just Chameleon but also Camilo. I hope that helps..you got it close in the second try. the first one is like cementHe was forced to eat cement at 6. I'm probably going to switch around with his nicknames and name a lot (Chamy, Melo) out of habit sorry if its confusing
ANYWAYS. I'M REALLY GLAD YOU ASKED HI ok. LOTS of words soooo undah da cut they go. Also sorry if a lot of this does Not make sense trust me I don't make sense to myself sometimes
He is a freak because I really like characters like him. He's basically how my thought process works so that probably also means you're calling me a freak too(Lighthearted)
He is horrifically anxious and has got anger issues and is just real irritable in general (And probably more things.?). He has trouble dealing with his own emotions because they're often so extreme, so he does things on impulse despite overthinking a lot. He sorta contradicts himself in his thoughts and feelings and actions. Idk he's weird. Doesn't always know what he wants and has a tough time with communication. Him changing colors involuntarily depending on his mood doesn't help either if the person he's talking to knows which colors go with what feeling. He tries his hardest to hide his emotions when he wants to whether it be angry, nervous, sad, even happy, but he also knows he'll always have a dead giveaway if he feels anything ever.
(Note: Optional reading in this next part I ended up rambling↓)
I do worry about him getting so worked up because I don't want people to think that I think feeling emotions is dumb or whatever because I tend to like. Make him accidentally funny or play it off as a joke. And then I remember he feels like I do so I don't care if people get mad at me for having a character that gets upset or jumps to conclusions over little things or has a lot of inner monologue that's just freaking out because I do that a lot too. I like when I can relate to characters, I like to put things about me in my characters. People have told me that a lot of my characters have very real personalities (I LOVE WRITING PERSONALITIES) so I think I'm okay. It makes me feel extra happy when people tell me they can relate too. A lot of that didn't explain anything about him actually sorry lawl they call me the rambler
Okey anyways
About him and Diesel (da big guy)....
I don't even know where to start with them goodness gracious they're a mess. I guess when they first met. Chamy got a new job at the stupid dumb pizza place that Diesel had already been working at for a while despite almost Never showing up for (Their boss, Sharlotte, doesn't even give a darn and thinks of Diesel as a "son she never had" so he gets away with a lot). Diesel noticed Melo was new and because he is like a big cartoon bully of course he messes with Chamelo, mainly by stealing his beloved motor scooter thing.
Diesel made sure Chamy saw that he stole it, he wanted Chamelo to see him. If he wanted Melo to try to get back at him, it worked. When he finally caught Diesel with his scooter, Chamelo lunged at him like a rabid animal and they started fighting over it. Of course, Chamelo won through sheer rage and took back his scooter and Diesel hasn't taken it since then, but Melo has to let him drive it whenever they're delivering together (Because Sharlotte thought it was a genius decision to partner him up with Diesel because she thought Chamelo would die).
Chamelo holds a grudge against Diesel over that whole situation, but now he just finds himself instigating a fight with him for literally no reason (There is a reason it is because he is Gay and a Freak).
He then eventually realizes he is Madly In Love with that chimaera guy and has a meltdown about it and can't tell ANYONE or he will DIE!!!!!! And so he becomes incredibly awkward and even more annoying around Diesel
Asker (his friend he doesn't know is his friend) questions him about Diesel because they notice him being weird about him and they find out he likes him but they don't really care but one time they told Diesel that Melo is kind of a freak about him and then Chamelo punched them in the face (I drew it in [this post] except it's in inklish because I thought it was stupid it's sandwiched between a bunch of other drawings sorry. I still think it's funny though)
Umm yeah Chamelo is hopelessly in love and is quite scared about it because he's never felt actual romantic love before with another fish, only his scooter(bc. objectum...). He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings! It's like, a weird mix of hatred and yearning. So like. A hate-love. He wants to keep hating Diesel, he doesn't want to get attached to him but he already is..!! He feels like he's supposed to hate him, Chamy doesn't know what he even likes about Diesel. He wants to stop feeling like this but he doesn't want to at the same time, if that makes sense. He tries to tell himself it's a passing feeling or anything that isn't being in love.
He's scared of what could happen if they ever do end up together, that he might stop being in love and maybe it was just a passing feeling after all, and he's frustrated at the thought of Diesel never knowing about how he really feels. He doesn't know what to do about this, and most likely won't for a while. It's painful and overwhelming for him both physically and emotionally :'(
Diesel still I guess bullies Chamelo sometimes but that is just because he always does that and doesn't know anything about himself 🤣🤣😂😂AAAHHHH AAAAGHHH AHHHHHH AHHH AHHsorry. He is bisexual. He does not know that. He also shows up to work more because of Chamelo. But he also didn't realize that until they had a short one-sided conversation on Squidmas [see here].
Diesel is taking longer than Chamelo to realize he likes him, and honestly I cannot imagine a world where Diesel actually reciprocates feelings. I don't want to say he will but I don't want to say he won't. I don't know how to describe it. Something just happens I guess lol. I'll figure it out
Since then, they've been oh-so-painfully-slowly warming up to each other, still getting mad at one another, still yelling, still fighting, still absolutely Hating the other's existence...but hey...they're together more because they want to be.........AAAGHHHHHHH isn't fighting so intimate😍THEY HAVE TO STOPPPP sorry .Sorry. I'm really normal about their horrendously weird relationship that is taking Forever to get better. It's like slow-burn if you put it at 0.5x speed. Also I wouldn't call them enemies to lovers, they aren't exactly enemies nor are they lovers later That doesn't make sense but I wouldn't know how to explain it. Swagever.
At some point Sharlotte's car and a modded trizooka have to do with them (along with a couple older ocs of mine) but that doesn't really have anything to do with right now. A lot of my drawings of the two are out of order because I'm impatient lol. I want to try to not go through like. arcs? so quickly because 1. I fear the day I run out of ideas and 2. Everything has to end and I don't like the idea of finishing all of my splatoon's lives but luckily splatoon happens in real time so I have a lot of years to go if I'm That determined about my guys LOL Sorry unrelated
TL;DR Diesel and Chamelo's relationship is so complex and stupid it is almost entirely beyond my own comprehension. They hate each other so much that they want to be with each other.
Okay that's all I could think of. A Billion Thankies for asking me about them... Apologies if you didn't really need all of That for me to explain. I like to explain things ❤
#jfc. Sorry that is a ton of words i kept having to reread everything a million times if i got something wrong or missed anything well.#then i will die forever#It is currently 2 am this took me a While. Ok goodnight#ask#chamelo fláje#diesel fintasma
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I hope this isn't a weird question, but I was wondering if you have any tips on actually figuring out if you are plural or not?
I've been going through a rough patch with trying to figure this out, but it's hard when your mind constantly makes you believe you're faking it <//3
I hope this isn't too much to ask!!
Hi!! Going to be honest with you it’s been a rough couple of years of trying to figure things out, we’ve read about literally everything it could’ve been and none of it was right or fit but I didn’t want to accept I could be plural because I thought I didn’t go through enough when I was a kid (even tho when I tell people what happened they acknowledge it as “enough”). Also heads up this’ll probably be long lol
For us it became too much to ignore when Jack had a pretty bad spell, and after that he would appear in very emotional moments, and I didn’t want to acknowledge he was someone separate from me, I thought he was just like. A version of me. It took until we were in a better place for it to kind of sink in, I was safe and happy and things felt like they made sense, and Jack kept appearing more.
For me what keeps me believing in us and our sense of security in this is small things that I personally notice are different between us. Our handwritings are different, Jack’s hands feel cold when he fronts/he gets colder, he sits and speaks differently, ??? types properly and doesn’t express emotions most of the time, Jocelyn kept twirling her hair as if it was long. Our younger parts struggle with my body hair and height. These things that even if they’re not noticeable to outsiders are very distinct for me. Even if they’re not distinct, I still notice it. Last night our handwriting was Completely different all of a sudden, and no matter how hard we tried it wasn’t the same. It turns out it was Nathan writing, but we didn’t notice it wasn’t me until we saw that.
I think there’s always going to be part of your brain that wants to make you believe it isn’t real because that’s it’s job, it’s supposed to be hidden. But if you're in a safe space to do so providing an opportunity and letting other people express themselves however they can (writing, outfits, thoughts even fronting completely) can make it seem more safe for them to do so. and at least in my case its made everyone interact and show themselves more
i hope this helps!! sorry if i rambled too much!!
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This is not the Roy/Jamie concept i thought about yesterday or the one I thought I would write when I started trying (also idk if/when I'll add to it tbh...)
But here, have a monk!Jamie and barbarian!Roy small interaction I guess
"Sorry about your leg," Roy says after a long silence, nodding to where Jamie's dabbing at his shin with a clean piece of his stupid yellow leg wrappings.
"'S fine. Don't really feel anything there anymore, anyway."
Roy frowns, can't help it. He's always figured Jamie was better than average at bouncing back from pain, somehow. Used to be so fucking jealous about it, even. He'd spent his whole life building up his ability to rage past the pain, and there Jamie was, a practically barefoot little prick prancing about with a shit eating smile, like taking a beating was no different than a shower. Roy would have eaten his own fucking shield in jealousy if Jamie—Tartt, back then—hadn't been such a bitchy little muppet.
Nerve damage makes more sense now that he's Jamie rather than Tartt—now that he's finally settled in Roy's head as an actual person and not the human personification of a knob. It makes more sense, but it also makes this worse.
"It's true," Jamie's saying, voice climbing into the top of his register even as he tries to maintain a reasonable volume. "It's part of the training."
The thing is, Roy doesn't need to ask whose brilliant idea this whole shit was. He remembers that day in Nelson road, when Jamie's dad had decided to pay a visit and the whole company of sellswords sat there and listened to the man do his level best to humiliate his son without lifting a finger. He remembers Beard trying to get the old asshole out, failing, and sighing in relief like everyone else when Sam's spell forced Tartt senior to leave.
Most vivid of all, Roy remembers Jamie frozen in place when he normally never stays still for more than a second. The way he hadn't clocked Roy approaching until he was halfway across the inn, and then only to flinch like he was about to get socked.
"Not in the monasteries I know," Roy says, but it must be the wrong thing to say because Jamie closes off, reaching to his left to pluck his bag from the ground.
Roy watches Jamie's arm disappear in there down to the elbow, rummaging for a moment and coming back up with one of those weird pastes Lasso has been trying to teach them all how to make. Roy is not a fucking cook, and he's really not a fucking cleric, so he's determined to leave the prep to others, but he knows from experience it'll keep Jamie's wound clean.
"It was in mine," Jamie says, and there's something final to his voice.
Roy wants to pry, of course, but...well, it's been nice, this weird truce he's got going with Jamie. It's frustrating at times because hating Jamie and being okay with using him as an emotional punching bag whenever he needed one was actually kind of convenient. But it's also fucking nice. A rest, a break in the relentless waves of anger and annoyance from before.
It doesn't hurt that they no longer wake the rest of the group with shouting matches when they take a watch together, which is more often than not.
All of this is still new though, still fragile, so instead of asking more questions he nods, and finishes his watch in silence.
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I thought fruk could use a bittersweet summer romance, haven't seen one around, so my hand slipped-
—But... Francis, I don't want to lose you.
—You won't lose me, mon cher, because you can't. In fact, you never had me— His eyes opened wide—. Nothing but a fleeting summer romance we were, Arthur. Nothing but a foolish, young love.
—Someone's out there, waiting for you to meet them. As soon as you leave this island, all memories of me will vanish, along with the love you say you feel for me—. He felt as his bottom lip started trembling.
—I, too, will do my best to forget you. It'll take longer, though. My heart will ache for you until I find a new illusion, but even then, I won't be able to forget.
A tear he didn't notice slided down his cheek.
—Summers will pass, a lot of them. Along with desperate autumns, painful winters, and passionate springs. It will go on until you settle with someone, in a far away place, a long time from now.
And with blurry vision, he noticed Francis was also crying. His voice at this point trembled, threatening to break.
—And then, just then, you will truly move on from this summer affair— Francis' eyes were wet with tears, yet Arthur could see the melancholic smile that had not moved from his face since he had started talking—. This little summer that felt free like the wind, hot like the sun, and deep like the sea.
—But I...
—But nothing, dear. Say goodbye, forget me. But remember this: I love you. That will not change. Even if it's a blurry memory then, remember that a stranger once loved you.
I'm sorry if this is kind of weird, I'm not really good at it, but I thought I would share it with someone and you're really nice and I usually don't post my writing but this one gives me feels
Anon, if something gives feels then it's always good! And this wonderful gift hurt me 🥲 FrUK breaking up, FrUK in emotional torment??? That's the good stuff right there
'As soon as you leave this island, all memories of me will vanish'- this may not be what you intended, but this makes me think that some sort of magical spell or curse is causing this, and if you know me at all then you know I love hidden and/or memories- so much potential for heartache
Thank you for sharing this!
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3, 6, 20, 26! For the writer thing! /nf
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
I actually am not sure that my writing rituals are very cursed? I mostly just make tea, cue up the playlist, and go for it. If I am really scraping the bottom of the bottle for words I do tend to get to some more desperate word-spells, such as looping a single pop song for hours, brushing my teeth on the hour, putting on lipstick, cleaning the kitchen. Just normal stuff.
6. What is your darkest fear about writing?
That I am irreparably broken as a human being and my writing will reflect that in a way that is both repellent and uninteresting.
(Look. You asked. :D)
Aside from the existential stuff, the fear that I'm gonna lose the ability to write again. Had that happen for a couple years, did not like that. I like being able to write. It's fun.
20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch
Look. I'm aromantic. I don't— I don't just get one true love, I have like 18, because they're my friends. Question flawed, won't answer. :D
26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?
Oh boy. Hmmm. So, I kinda build characters in my head out of a synesthesetic type collection of like, vibes and sounds and colours and emotions. I can't really write until I know what they feel like. And then I just shut out the world and start bouncing between heads. (My stuff tends to be pretty dialogue-heavy, so it's mostly just about getting the voice in my head, which is just like, being able to have that level of concentration today, focusing, and going. I usually can't do it on days I have any other work, so, that's really beneficial for my word count.
The only headspace I regret going into is the real uh, pogtopia wilbur type headspace? The self-loathing self-destruction spiral. It is fairly easy to get there, cause I've been there myself (with less TNT), but getting out sometimes takes a walk and some tea or something.
[Weird Writer Ask Game!]
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The Last Tune (Emmett Cullen x Male!Reader) Pt 1
Paring; Emmett Cullen x Male Reader + Cullen Family x Male Reader (PLATONIC)
Warning: Cursing, Abuse, Tramua, Angst
Pronouns; He/Him
Spelling checked; No
Summary; Y/N is a quiet boy that's had his fair share of physical and emotional trauma, so he loves to keep to himself. He barely interacts with anyone unless needed and prefers to listen to music and sketch in peace. So imagine his surprise when some of the most popular kids in school want to be around him! They heard him singing along with his music and were immediately entranced. One of them in particular has his eyes set on him. Though, they are not the only ones who have an interest in Y/N.
A/N; Hello, my little Otaku's! Welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! Just be kind! I'm sorry if it seems at all rushed! On my next stories I do plan on switching PoV's so it'll be easier to write and more entertaining. Enjoy!
"Who are they?"a dark haired girl asked her friend that was sitting just across from their lunch table
"Those are some of the most popular people in school, the Cullen's. Not only are they hot as hell, but they're charming to boot! They do disappear for long periods of time, which gives them an air of mystery."
At the Cullen's table, they softly chuckled at the description the new girl was given. After all, it's only natural considering what they are. They are a being talked about in many fantasy tales. Known for their taste for blood. Vampires, a creature of the night that feasts on humans. However, they in particular don't drink human blood
They went back to softly talking to each other, but a few minutes later something caught their attention. A soft voice echoed in their eardrums. It was enchanting and beautiful, it was like nothing they've ever heard of. They all simultaneously started looking around for the source of the pleasant sound when the new girl asked about someone else.
"Who is that?" she asked, pointing to a table where a boy sat by himself
"Oh! That's (Y/N), (L/N)! He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you can't help but feel so tranquil and at peace!"
That caught the vampire's attention, and they whipped their heads to where the brunette was pointing. Noticing that that was where the sound is coming from.
"What do you mean?"
"His voice is so soft, like silk! But it has a sort of firmness to it! That's not the only thing, though. He is so kind, adorable, and smart as well! He even helps who ask for him to tutor them. His personality makes everyone want to be around him!"
That rose some questions in the vampires heads. If he is that well-liked, why is no one sitting near him?
"Then why is he alone?"
~The vampires will have to thank the new girl for asking so many questions~
"Well, whenever people come near him, he gets anxious and tries to get away as soon as possible. Someone grabbed him on accident, and he started having a panic attack, falling to the ground, and hyperventilating."
The Cullen's were a little shocked when they heard this. That wasn't normal for sure
"Holy shit. Was he okay?"
"Yeah, he was sent home early. But, some students saw his face as he was leaving and said that he looked terrified. We think something is going on where he lives, though we can't know for sure" she shrugged
"Once he came to school the next day, he was wearing long-sleeves. I thought it was weird considering he never wore them before, but the rest of the school shrugged it off as it being in the winter months making it reasonable. The person apologized the next day and (Y/N) just said it was fine, and he just likes being alone, so now that's what we do"
Right when the girl finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Making everyone get up and start to throw away their trash and head to class. All except one person...
"I don't think he heard the bell" Emmett said
"Gee, none of us would've guessed!" Rosalie responded, causing the other Cullen's to chuckle
Suddenly, Jasper's sight shifted to his wife Alice because he felt her stiffening up, a tell-tale sign of her power activating. The other vampires looked at her as well, waiting for her to relay what she saw. After a little bit she came to and, slowly, turned to Emmett grinning
"Emmett, why don't you go over and tell him class is about to start? Maybe even ask him to tutor you! We all know you need it." she remarked, still grinning
Starting to understand why she was acting like the way she was, Emmett sighed, wanting to protest, but he knew Alice's visions almost always came true, or they would end at the same conclusion.
He made his way over to where the boy was sitting
"Remember not to grab him!" Alice semi-shouted from where she was standing
Emmett waved her off, still approaching (Y/N)
He gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, making the smaller boy jump in surprise and what Emmett can only assume is fear
(Y/N) turned his head around fast enough to give him whiplash and that's when he met the golden eyes of the person that startled him
He took his earbud out before speaking, "I-Is there s-something I can do for you?" (Y/N) asked shakily
Emmett stood there for a moment. He had never seen someone so hot and cute at the same time. The girl was right, too. His voice is the embodiment of angelic. Emmett took this chance to take in all the boys features, from his soft (S/C) skin that reflected the light of the cafeteria. To his intoxicating (E/C) eyes that he could get lost in over and over again. Emmett felt a small pull to (Y/N), and he knew exactly what it meant.
“H-hello? Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked
“I-I um…class is about to start…”
(Y/N) looked at the time and blushed
“So it is…” (Y/N) stood up and started collecting his things “T-thanks for letting me know” (Y/N) stood to leave but was stopped as Emmett stood in front of him
“I was wondering if you could help me study for chemistry? I’m currently failing” Emmett chuckled, rubbing the back of his head
"I-I don't mind, where should we meet?"
"How about the Library after school?"
(Y/N) smiled the slightest bit "Sounds good, now if you don't mind I need to get to class" and with that (Y/N) left the cafeteria heading to his next class. Emmett slowly rejoined his family, still in awe from the recent interaction.
Jasper grinned from the emotions Emmett was emulating
"It seems Emmett is very interested in that guy"
"Hell yeah I am! Did you see him?!"
"We did" Edward answered him, "But"
"But what?" Emmett asked
"I can't read his mind, same with the new girl"
"Does that mean they're a supernatural?" Rosalie asked
"No, they aren't. The new girl is a weird case, but (Y/N) seems to just have fantastic mental walls and barriers. Which is concerning..."
"Then I'll have to break them" Emmett smirked
The rest of the Cullen's let out a collective sigh as they made their way to their respective classes. Still wondering what was going on with the mysterious (Y/N).
The final bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students started to funnel out of their classes and into the hallways. Emmett was waiting outside (Y/N)'s classroom, ready to head to the library.
After waiting awhile of waiting, (Y/N) came out of the classroom books and binder in hand
"Hey"
(Y/N) jumped and turned around to see Emmett, a look of relief claimed his face
"You ready to go?"
"Y-yeah"
As they made their way to the library, they made some just talked about their interests and things of that nature, eventually arriving at their destination. After they settled in their seats with the necessary books, they started the study session.
Emmett found it cute, they way (Y/N) would nervously try and help him understand the complex formula's and equations. After a few explanations, (Y/N) sat down and started to work on his homework. Unconsciously, (Y/N) started to sing to himself, making Emmett perk up and look at him.
"You're a good singer"
(Y/N) blushed, "Thanks...but others don't think so..."
"Are you kidding me?!" Emmett stood up, causing (Y/N) to jump a little, "Your voice is amazing!"
(Y/N) blushed at the praise he was given. He'd never been complimented before, so this was new to him.
"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled, making Emmett's cold and dead heart swell with something he's never felt before
"N-no problem" Emmett said before sitting down, and starting to work again, still thinking of that cute-ass smile
Soon, the sun started to set and that was their cue to wrap things up.
"Could you tutor me again tomorrow? If you're free, that is" Emmett asked
"Sure, I should be open. Meet here after school?"
"Deal"
"Then I'll see you tomorrow" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett before walking to his place
To say Emmett was giddy is an understatement. He was over the moon. Not only did he get to be tutored by his adorable mate, but he also got him to open up and be more relaxed around him! He made his way back to his own house and entered with his head still stuck in the clouds. Unaware of the fact that the whole family was sitting in the living room
"It seems that Emmett had an amazing time" Jasper couldn't help but let out his own smile from Emmett's emotions
"Something good happen, Emmett?" Carlisle asked, intrigued by Jasper's comment
"I think he's the one"
"The One?" Esme questioned
Alice snickered, clearly happy that her vision seemed to have came true
"My mate" Emmett replied, still thinking about the fun time he had studying with (Y/N)
"Congrats!! But, make sure you claim him before anyone else!" Esme explained
"He's not an object, Esme" Carlisle chastised
"I know, but humans may not understand their feelings"
"I just have to take things slow. I don't want to scare him off"
~Next Day at School~
"Hey (Y/N)!"
"Hmm? Oh, hey Emmett!" (Y/N) smiled sweetly
As Emmett got closer to (Y/N) he noticed a very distinct smell coming from the boy. "(Y/N) are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice
(Y/N) visibly tensed and started to shake slightly. "U-um ye-yeah? I'm f-fine"
Emmett was less than convinced. He needed to know who or what hurt his mate, so he could end it's pitiful existence, then and there. Though, he decided not to add anymore fuel to the fire...yet.
"If you say so. We should head to to class"
"Yeah"
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"If you still want to, then yes" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett causing him to absolutely gush at his adorableness
"Yep! Totally!" (Y/N) chuckled at Emmett's response
While heading to class they just talked about whatever was on their minds. Well, mostly Emmett since (Y/N) is a closed off little bean <3. But, that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. Even once they where in class they softly whispered to each other. Their teacher didn't care much because (Y/N) is a model student and Emmett is a popular kid (you know those teachers that try and get in with the cool kids? Yeah, that's their teacher). When they went their seperate way's for their second block (Y/N) though that was it, like all of the other people he's tutored. He just thought Emmett was being kind and he'd see him after school for their study session. But he was proven wrong at lunchtime.
(Y/N) was eating by himself at a table listening to music and singing along softly when he felt vibrations coming from next to him. He looked over to not only see Emmett, but the whole Cullen entourage in tow. He was shocked to say the very least.
"Can we sit here?"
Collecting himself he responded with a soft "Yeah". The Cullen's then sat down, Emmett sitting on your right and Alice on your left. She squealed and looked twoards you "I've wanted to actually talk to you for a while now! Emmett talks about you and your singing too! I hope I can hear you one day!" This, this was how (Y/N).exe has stopped working. You where an embarassed blushing mess while looking at Emmett in mock betrayal. 'He talks about me?' you thought. He just smirked enjoying your cuteness.
"Ahh!!! He's soo adorable!!" Now you were a even darker red. Only provoking Alice more as she got slightly closer to you. You were about to curl in on yourself when you felt that you were being griped by the waist and pulled into a solid chest.
"Alice, your going to make him explode" Emmett said slightly, just slightly defensive
She laughed "My my what about you then?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look down, bonehead" Rosalie butted in amused
Emmett did what she said and saw you an absolute wreck. If a cherry was a person it would be you at this point-
Now he was trying to compose himself. The sight of both of you made everyone at the table start chuckling. After that whole fiasco you got to know Emmett's family and started to enjoy their presence. Something you never really had the pleasure of experiencing...
Over the next few weeks, Emmett did everything he could to be even remotely close to (Y/N). They would do studying sessions at the library, and after they would get something to eat. Well, only (Y/N) did. He thought it was weird Emmett never ate anything, but Emmett assured (Y/N) that he was eating well. They would often go to parks and just have fun too. However, all fun things come to an end. When one day (Y/N) didn't show up to school. Emmett just thought (Y/N) got a cold, but soon days turned to weeks and he was getting worried. He didn't know where (Y/N) lived so he couldn't go to his house and see if he was alright, but one day Carlise came home a little later than usual which was not unnoticed by his family.
"You're back late" Esme commented
"Well there is a teenager in critical condition. He came in with severe lacerations all over his body and what seemed to be marks of repeated tramua as well. He came in a couple of weeks ago and was in a coma until he flatlined earlier this morning" Carlise took off his doctor coat and placed it on the chair making his way to Esme. As he stood next to her he looked over to see his "children" with wide eyes
"Is something wrong?" Carlise asked a bit worried
"When did that patient come into the hospital?" Emmett asked urgently
"(Date). Why?"
With that all of the vampires stood up and started to get ready to go to the hospital
"What's wrong? Where are you guys going?" Esme asked
"That's most likely my mate" Emmett replied, making it clear he was irritated
"Well then what are we waiting for?" Esme rushed everyone out the door and to the hospital
At the hospital, they made their way to the room (Y/N) was at. Once there, Carlisle motioned for Emmett to enter first. Emmett went in and was shocked by what he saw. (Y/N) had many tubes attached to him. His body was wrapped in bandages and his breathing was hitching. Emmett walked over to the resting (Y/N) and reached out for his hand, grasping it softly. He rubbed his thumb over the boy's knuckles in a reassuring manner, then sat down next to the bed, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He could only think about how much he failed his mate. How could he let this happen? He knew there was something going on, but he did nothing? He turned a blind eye to it all. How can he face (Y/N) when he wakes up? Emmett's thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice
"Who are you?"
"I should be asking you that" Emmett replied
"I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend"
With that, Emmett's world stopped. Boyfriend? How? Why? Was I to late? Emmett turned to (Y/N) conflicted, but that's when he saw the heart monitor. His heart rate was not that high a while ago.
"Can you leave me with my boyfriend?" (B/F/N) asked harshly
Emmett reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at (Y/N). Once he was out of the room, Emmett started walking down the hallway back to his family.
"Who was that guy that went in there?" Rosalie went up to Emmett
"Apparently, he's (Y/N)'s boyfriend"
The Cullen's looked at Emmett in sadness and pity, but they noticed something
"You don't seem that bothered about it" Jasper said
"Well, before he came in, (Y/N)'s heart rate was normal, but when he spoke his heart rate rose"
"So, you think-"
"Yeah, his 'boyfriend' must've done that to him"
"That's awful" Esme covered her mouth in shock
"We can't really do anything if we don't have proof though" Alice said irritated
"Then we'll just have to get some" Emmett smirked, making the other Cullen's nod
They made their plan's and put them on hold until you were sent home. In the meantime, Emmett came to visit whenever your 'boyfriend' was never there and if he was, Carlisle was keeping a closer eye on you than normal. He also noticed that (B/F/N) would only ever sit in the chair across the room and when he would glance at you a look of disgust would be present on his face. This further solidified his resolve to get you out of that situation.
~A few days later while Emmett is visiting you~
"We're going to help you (Y/N), Everything will be better soon" Emmett reassured the sleeping male whilst holding his hand. He then felt (Y/N) clench his hand and looked up to see those beautiful (E/C) orbs opening
"Em-"
"Shh, don't strain yourself yet" Emmett stood up and pressed the 'call' button just above (Y/N)'s head before sitting back down
"Where-"
"The hospital...can you tell me what happened to you?"
After a brief pause, (Y/N) shook his ever so slightly
"That's fine, just tell me when you're ready" Emmett smiled sweetly. He saw (Y/N)'s face contort into sadness as he started crying. "I-I'm sorry f-for worrying you" (Y/N) choked out between sobs. Emmett couldn't see him cry like this, so he started to comfort and reassure the other male. "You'll be okay...I won't let you get hurt anymore..."
A/N: I really hope you liked it! Please tell me your thoughts! Sorry it took way longer than I said! I will now be working on the requests I have gotten and a new series I've conjured up ;)By my little Otaku's!!
#emmett cullen#Emmett Cullen x male reader#Emmett Cullen x male!reader#gay#lgbtq#Twilight#Twilight x male reader#Twilight x male!reader#the cullen family#the cullens#pt1#part 1
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Moving On
Me: “I’m not writing for ectoberweek this year I’m too busy”
Also Me: 🤡 🤡 🤡
Ectoberweek 25: Headstone
Characters: Danny & Valerie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
WC: 1598
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“You’re not even a little bit grateful?” Valerie asked, her leg dangling off her hoverboard and foot just barely brushing against the grass. “I would have thought you were eating up the attention.”
Phantom stood stiffly next to her, his green eyes fixated on the rock before them.
“You really don’t like it? Not even a little bit?”
“It’s not like that.”
Valerie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Phantom, you didn’t even show up to your own goddamn memorial service. I kept standing there in the crowd thinking you were gonna pop up at the last minute with that cocky attitude and stupid hero voice, and then you didn’t come. Figured you were busy, but you weren’t, were you? You just really didn’t want to come.”
“Stop putting words in my mouth,” he said sharply.
If Phantom hadn’t been acting so weird, Valerie would have been taken aback. But he’d been overly sensitive all week, ever since the announcement of his very own headstone and memorial service. ‘To give him a place to rest,’ the flyer had said. ‘To honor our town hero.’
Of course, Valerie wasn’t stupid, and it wasn’t like Phantom was being subtle. But whenever she tried to reach out and talk to him, the ghost would shut down and fly off.
So now she was forcing him to talk the way she knew best.
By pissing him off.
“You know, everyone was trying to do a nice thing for you. You remember being nice? The human emotion? You remember that one?”
“Hilarious.”
“Not as funny as you bailing on your own goddamn funeral.”
Danny’s eyebrows creased. He crossed his arms and glared at the headstone. “I didn’t bail. I was never going to show up in the first place.”
“Because that makes it so much better.”
His head snapped over to Valerie, the trance broken. He flared his aura. “Why do you even care if I showed up to the memorial or not? It’s my freaking memorial. I can do whatever I want.”
Now they were finally getting somewhere.
Valerie deactivated her hoverboard and hopped onto the ground. She set her shoulders back, retracted her helmet so Phantom could get a real nice look at her face, jabbed her finger at his chest, and said, “In case you haven’t noticed, ice cube, you’ve been acting a mess all week. So start talking.”
Phantom’s glare never wavered. “It’s complicated.”
“I have time.”
“It’s a ghost thing.”
“No shit, dumbass.”
“It’s stupid.”
“So tell me anyway.”
Phantom paused, his glare melting into a look of pure confusion. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Valerie let her arm dangle by her side. “It’s because you’re my friend, you idiot. You’ve been acting so weird and mopey and it’s not like you. You’re not...whatever this is.”
“What, you thought you could just make me talk by...by...annoying me to death? Part two?”
“Hey, I was nice to you all week and it didn’t do shit! So excuse me for taking matters into my own hands. If you wanted to be coddled, you should have gone to someone else.”
“Oh.” Phantom’s expression softened, and the corners of his lips twitched up. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, his aura dimming shyly. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I was being that weird.”
Valerie gave him a light punch before lowering herself onto the damp grass. Flowers decorated the green around them, coloring the Earth with the touch of hundreds of strangers from all around Amity.
All from people who cared about him.
Who cared about Phantom.
She brushed some flowers away and patted the empty space next to her.
Phantom hesitated for only a moment longer before slowly lowering himself to the ground, crossing his legs as he sat. He slumped down, looking positively exhausted. His hair was messy, bags decorated the skin under his eyes, and his shoulders hunched forward in such a way that seemed completely alien to everything she knew about him.
“What’s up?” Valerie asked.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate all...this. Because I do. I know that the town didn’t have to do this, they didn’t have to spend this money on me, they didn’t have to hold a whole memorial service and vigil for me, they didn’t have to leave all these flowers and gifts. I know that their hearts were all in the right place, and on some level I really do appreciate it.” He picked up a white rose and twirled it in his fingertips, looking at it with a forlorn expression.
“I remember back when I first started out. People hated me—I mean really hated me. Remember that, three years ago?” He turned to her. “You used to hate me too.”
“I remember.”
She had been an angry girl back then. Her mind had been in such a dark place. But slowly she got herself out, she stopped seeing ghost hunting as a means to an end, she started living for the sake of living and hanging out with friends again because she wanted to and she cared about them and it was fun.
“Yeah…” He shot her a small grin as if he knew what she were thinking. “Those were the days, huh?”
“But things are better now.”
‘They are.” Phantom turned his attention back to the flower. “They’re so much better. And I’m...I’m not ready to give that up. Not yet.”
Valerie’s brain came to a screeching halt. “What are you talking about?”
He sighed and set down the flower. “I don’t want to give all this up, I don’t want to move on. I like being here, I like protecting the town. I like ghost fighting with you. And the memorial...it just feels weird. Like the town was saying goodbye. But I…”
Oh.
Valerie understood.
Phantom thought they were trying to force him to move on. To dissolve, his soul freeing itself of its restless attachment to this Earth. But he couldn’t have been more wrong.
“That’s not what they were trying to say to you,” she said.
“And I know that! I do. Deep down, I know. But...it’s a ghost thing.” His voice was small. “Valerie, I’m...not a normal ghost. I never got a funeral or anything, my parents don’t even know I’m dead.”
Valerie felt like her stomach was plunged into a pool of ice.
She was silent, not even daring to breathe. In the years she’d known him, Phantom had never opened up about his past like this.
And she’d be damned if she broke the spell with her own stupid mouth now.
“I died in an accident, and there was no body to recover. They don’t know the truth...and...I...I’m not ready to face it. I was a nobody before I died, just some stupid kid who was the dumb one in a family of geniuses. But now...now I feel like things are finally getting good for me. And I don’t want to face the past. Not yet, anyway. And this whole memorial thing, it just sent me back there. Back right after the accident and me watching my family and not knowing how to tell them that I’d...you know…”
He let out a shaky breath. “All those questions that I’d had and forgotten about, now I’m reminded about them. What if I told them the truth? What if I finally faced my fears? But I just can’t.”
Valerie nodded. “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not okay.” His head fell into his hands. “I’m such a fucking coward.”
“You’re not a coward.”
“I am. It’s selfish. I’d rather play hero than tell my fucking parents—” His voice cut off. He sat there, his fists clenched in his hair, his breathing loud against the night.
Once, Valerie had asked him why he breathed.
He didn’t give her a straight answer.
“You’re not a coward, you’re just not ready. That’s fine. If things are finally getting good for you, maybe you need to do this part of your afterlife first. Maybe you need to experience all this first before you’re supposed to go back and get closure.”
“Maybe.”
“The town was just trying to say thank you, I promise. I know the committee didn’t mean anything more than that. They just...didn’t know how to honor you properly, I guess.” Valerie looked over at the headstone shining in the moonlight, decorated by flowers, stuffed animals, and other offerings around it. “I’m sorry that this hurt you so much.”
“It’s fine. I just got wrapped up in my head.”
“Still, I’m sorry. And you know, you could have just told me why you didn’t want to come to the memorial in the first place. I wouldn’t have judged you for it.”
Phantom snorted. “Because you’re so non-judgemental.”
“Yeah, whatever, Ghost Boy.” Valerie leaned back. “But I’m serious, you’re my friend. You don’t have to bottle this shit up all the time, you know? You can just talk to me.”
Phantom lowered his hands, curling his arms around his legs and dropping his chin onto his knees. “I know. I just suck at this whole friend thing.”
“So do I. But Phantom?”
“Yeah?”
Without missing a beat, she placed her hand on Phantom’s shoulder, suppressing a shiver as the cool aura of fresh snow and ice wrapped itself around her arm. “Whenever you are ready to tell them, let me know? I’ll be there with you every step of the way. I promise.”
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Heaven — Five Hargreeves
Request: “Can I get 53, 31, 48 from fluff and 28 and 29 and 68 with heavy smut? Where Five is an emotionless Assassin from the commission and does his job without remorse or mercy until he meets the reader and he will do anything to make her his? And will kill anyone who gets in his way between him and the reader? If your okay with this!”
Fluff prompts:
31. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
48. “nothing else matters except for you.”
53. “There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
Smut prompts:
28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
68. “Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“
A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!
I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.
My God, I loved it so much!! Thank you so much for request, I loved writing it!💖💖 I hope you like!
Guys, I really understand who doesn’t feel comfortable reading or writing Five’s smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.
Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words, blood, murder, mention of death (and sooo explicit heavy smut), fluff too.
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He was not a saint.
The trail of blood, bodies and the smell of death he had left behind could terrify even the strongest mind. He could get the devil to run.
He has already broken many bones, but none of them were his own. Once, there was an army, he was alone, and he broke many bones.
He was not a saint.
If there was a note for death and danger, it would be his symphony of life. Echoing and constant whenever the viscous and metallic liquid stained him white shirt.
Five Hargreeves did not consider himself a good person. But he didn't think he was bad too. He was just minding his own business. Even if it meant killing the innocent people that the Commission was ordering.
It was ironic. Five had been raised by Reginald to be a hero, to save people, and what he was doing was just the opposite. Was Needed cold blood, a focused mind, an objective.
Five had a closed and serious countenance. And in his case, the book could very well be judged by the cover, because Five it was also closed and serious inside. He It had the typical soul of a storm and a rough sea, where the wind blew with fury and the rain punished, while the sea was brutal and with aggressive waves capable of swallowing up a city in its entirety.
Anyone could see the warning sign hanging from his chest: "GIVE UP ALL THE HOPE IF YOU ENTER HERE." He was advancing with heavy artillery. Five was heavy artillery. The Commission considered he best of the best.
Five Hargreeves could get the devil to run. Nobody couldn't fool him, hook him, he wasn't a trout. He was a shark, dangerous and big. With a sharp and cruelly intelligent mind. Working in an equally sharp and cruelly intelligent environment.
But none of that bothered him. Five did not fear the fury of the Commission or its representatives. Machiavelli said that: you can only insult the other if you are not afraid of his retaliation. And Five feared no one. When angry, he had the same caustic look that Lucifer threw around shortly after The Fall. And it was a surprise that that look did not leave a trail of rubble wherever it passed.
Five did not liked what he job did, but it did not affect that he was very good at it. He had been anesthetized for years. Submerged in an inertia of emotions that not even the largest number of victims could tremble. He was already convinced that his furthermore emotions were buried as deep as possible in his soul of the troubled sea, lost. Such as Atlantida. Perhaps, like Atlandida, his emotions were a myth.
And Five had already accepted that. Even he sets eyes on you.
It was another routine day of that profane work: finding the target, shooting down, not leaving witnesses and leaving. And that was exactly what would be done. If it was not you.
Five was seated at one of the tables at a local Irish bar, the glass filled with cold beer set in front of him. The rays of the sun, from a year that he did not even care to know more about, were entering inside the large windows that overlooked the busy streets. People's humorous conversations filled that place with bright, welcoming walls, but Five felt none of it. Anesthetized.
But for some reason, when the door bell rang when someone came in, he raised his face towards the door and... his breath was gone.
The moment you walked through that door, Five knew it was hopeless for him. Your beauty was blinding. Sublime. Impressive. He felt as if his whole life had been wandering in the desert and finally found his oasis. Lepid, fierce heat swept Five's body from the top of his head with night-black hair to the tip of his feet.
You wandered your eyes around the place, and you seemed to find what you wanted because your eyes softened and you went towards your goal.
But just as Five was oblivious to the world because of you, so were you oblivious to the world, but for something else. And it was like this, oblivious, that you hit your waist on the front end of Five's table, causing his glass to swing and fall on the table, pouring all the beer on the floor. Five stood up quickly to keep from getting wet, but a few splashes of the cold drink had hit his suit.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry!”
You said promptly, trembling hands quickly lifting the glass from the table, your voice nervous and embarrassed. You righted his table while the waitress came to clean up the spilled liquid.
“I wet your suit, god, I'm so sorry.” And when Five noticed,your hands were drying the beer droplets with a napkin.
That was when the two of you looked at each other for the first time. The heat immediately gave way to a cold sweat.
Something inside him stirred and woke up, something that had been dormant for years. Sensations that had never before appeared now snaked through his body, waiting for the best time to hang him. Even with a layer of clothing and a napkin, Five felt the warmth of you touch, and he wondered if you had been forged in the sun.
Dangerous. The sensations you aroused in him were dangerous. And therefore, you were dangerous.
“It's all right.”
If it had been anyone else, Five would have burst. His moods were not one of the best and he felt that anything could set him on fire.
But apparently, not for you.
That afternoon, Five convinced you to join him, saying, whit charming, he would forget about the incident if you sat with him.
He tried to convince himself not to do that, that he should just give a mocking smile and leave. He had done this millions of times, and he knew it was one of the best ways to avoid headaches. Even so, the smile didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.
The sensations you stirred up in him were addictive, and Five was lost in a hurricane, trying to understand what was happening to him. But he couldn't let you go. Not without knowing his name.
But it took on proportions that he never considered. You were funny, witty, with an intelligent, warm gleam in your eyes. At that moment, while Five found himself really enjoying someone's company instead of just tolerating it, he felt out of his own body.
God, he was losing track of reality.
He had a job to do, a person to finish. The list was full but... but his body didn't order any muscles to move. It was like... while you were talking to him, with an extraordinary friendliness and ease of making friends, he felt alive for the first time.
Five had been alive for 25 years. But only now did he feel his own heart beat.
But when your time inevitably came, and you said goodbye and thanked you for the lunch that Five and you had — he didn't even remember how the situation got there. Since when did he have lunch with someone? — As soon as you left for that door, it took with you all the new feelings that were aroused within him.
Executing the target that day was weird, going to Motel's room was weird, and cleaning the blood was weird. There was something different, a shortness of breath, an itch in the palm of his hand, his body desperate for something he didn't know what it was.
Five Hargreeves stayed in that martyrdom for days, weeks. He was trying to understand his own body, his own mind. He felt he was losing his sanity and that the body, now that he experienced what it was like to be alive, repudiated the feeling of feeling dead.
He was trapped in some damn spell that you had cast on him. If Five looked in the mirror at the place of the chest you touched over his shirt, he could feel his skin tingle.
Fuck, he was losing his sanity!
The situation was stupid, he didn't need anyone, he didn't depend on anyone. But after the second week Five found himself returning to that bar again, feeling completely stupid to be looking for someone he barely knew.
What a stupid thing. He said to himself as soon as entered that place.
But that's when he saw you. With the bar uniform on, you hair tied up in a ponytail with a few strands dangling from your face, your chest slightly heaving, a pad of paper with a pen in hands. His heart skipped a beat, as if he found something he didn't even know was lost.
Five felt lost amidst a jumble of thoughts and reactions. But as soon as you saw him, with a smile was purely sincere and happy appearing on you lips and went towards him, the answers to all the questions that plagued him for weeks flashed in his mind like neon lights:
I want her.
He wanted you since the day he saw you. You were beautiful, with a maddening body, a sublime smile and the heat of a thousand suns. Now Five realized that had never wanted anything so desperately in his life.
Five thought he understood the desire: an attraction, a magnetic current between two people. He thought he knew what lust was: an intense hunger, a strong yearning. And he found out that he didn't understand anything.
For when you embraced him and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, the desire was a hot, black whirlwind that ripped you from end to end, with dizzying speed, and dragged you towards perdition, below any intellect. Five thought he was going crazy when he felt your heart beat next to his, in the same frantic rhythm. The same compass needed.
But Five was not going crazy. He wasn’t crazy when he saw your cheeks flush when he looked at you more carefully, he wasn’t crazy when he noticed your hands trembling slightly with his presence.
Were you feeling the same things?
Yes. And he found that out when first kissed you. It had been a few weeks since he had used, for himself, the excuse that he was going to that bar just to drink something and not to see you again.
But that was not how you two met that day
Five had just finished a job that did not end soo much great. A fight had taken place, and a bullet had grazed his left shoulder, tearing through the flesh. His clothes were flooded with red, thick, metallic liquid. His muscles ached and the wound stung like hell.
He was on his way back when the car popped loudly, the car stalled in place and smoke began to rise from the bikes.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Five punched the steering wheel, cursed the Commission for making such a damn fuck thing available.
He had just gotten out of the car when a car passed by and stopped.
“Five?” This time, his body throbbed for something else instead of pain.
He saw you get out of the car, your eyes shocked, the livid concern on your face, your hands shaking.
“My god, are you okay?!”
Five hated to appear that he was not able to deal with anything, but there was no plausible and peaceful lie to what you were seeing. You didn't let him make any decisions at that moment, you just stuck him in you own car, and when the chance of taking Five to the hospital had been vehemently denied by him, you ran the car to you own apartment.
“Oh my god, oh my god.”
You whispered to yourself, now at in your bed, closing the cut on Five's shoulder after he took a shower.
“I can do this.” He repeated it for the ninth time, but you shook your head.
But, while for you the situation was only for first aid, for Five it was torture in a very different sense.
Your touch was addictive, hot and fiery. Five didn't want to want you, but he did. He wanted you to beg for it too, so that Five could pretend to be in control. He wanted you to burn for him, just as he always burned when he was near you.
Under a light gauze, you covered the bruise on his shoulder, letting out a loud sigh that went to another very specific spot on Five's body. You asked for an explanation and he said that he had been mugged and reacted, but that the bandits had received what they deserved. He had to lie. At least for now. At least while he wanted you so much to touch him.
Perhaps this madness would pass.
But it didn't pass, your hands were still on Five's warm skin and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.
He wanted you. Holy Mother of God, he wanted you so fuck much! The knuckles of his fingers were whitened, the strength with which he clenched his fists.
But you whispered his name under your breath, as if you too were trapped in that cloud of lust and passion. So it was the end. Five kissed you, hungry, desperate, as if he wasn't going to have a tomorrow. He pulled you around the waist so you could sit on his lap, his hands roaming your body, squeezing all the flesh he could touch.
“I was asking how much more time was take to you to kiss me.”
You whispered against his lips, with a mischievous smile on your face, your hands roaming through his hair as you held a sigh when he adjusted your hips under you. God only knows how long you've been dreaming about this guy.
“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Five barely recognized his own voice.
This time, you who kissed him, your body burning in suppressed passion and desire, burning under the intense touch of Five. You hardly saw it when your shirt left, nor when you skirt went up until it was exposed to him. You whimpered, your lips going down to his neck and hiding your face there, squirming when his hand went up from your thigh to its pulsating center.
“Your skin is so hot. You were wishing for that, weren't you?” Five whispered, his voice hoarse.
You heart was beating fast in chest, cheeks were flushed, and Five brought your face up to look at him, lust bubbling in her eyes. You frantically agreed, rummaging you hips in him when you gasped. He curled his mouth over your left breast, groaning against your skin as you tightened your fingers on the back of his neck.
“F-five!” The liquid dripped from inside you to your thighs, and Five let out a loud moan of satisfaction when he saw it.
He raised his mouth to you, and, without kissing you, he sighed maliciously on yours lips: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
After that point, everything became more crude. Five's touch on your waist gained pressure, marking your skin with purple marks on his fingers, his mouth bit and sucked on your breast, like a hungry man, and you were being driven crazy.
That's when two of his fingers entered you, deep, strong, opening your walls.
"Five!" You moaned loudly, your body hot under his lap, at the mercy of lustful desires.
“Shit! You are so tight!” His moan transcended between painful and angry, as if you were pushing him to the limit. “How are you going to put up with my dick, doll? You almost can't take my fingers!”
Five jerked his fingers inside you and hit rock bottom. You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes, the walls throbbing on his dick.
“Answer me!” His free hand came down on your thigh, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning loudly again.
“II am going to put up with you-everything.” You whined.
“How much?!” Five pulled your chin up to look at him, the hunger overwhelming his eyes, he's holding on as much as possible so he doesn't deal too badly with you.
Not yet.
“An-Anything as you give it to me.” You purred like a kitten "Fuck me hard, Five."
Oh you didn't say that.
His hand came down on your left cheek, letting out a soft slap and pulled your chin back at him, he jaw clenched by the effort he made to keep from fucking and hitting you so hard.
“Do you want it hard?! I will leave you without walking for days!” Five got up with you on his lap, threw you on the bed and slapped your thigh.
“Turn around!” He ordered in a snarl, removing his own pants, and as soon as you positioned yourself with your hips up and your face on the mattress, a hard, brutal slap made you moan loudly, squeezing your hands on the pillow.
The right hand wrapped around your hair, pulling your face off the pillow as Five positioned itself behind you.
“What you want?” He growled.
“I whant You fuck me hard!” God, you were begging, you needed him so much, you wanted him so much.
“How much hard?”
“Much! I want you to fuck me until I can't stay…”
Five came inside you brutally, pushing your body onto the mattress, making you moan loudly. He didn't let you finish, it barely gave you time to moan. As soon as he started to move, his rhythm became relentless, coarse, rude, forcing himself deeper inside you with each thrust.
Tears stung your face, you pussy throbbed in excitement, so fucking good that you felt like you were in heaven.
“What is it, lillet slut?” He pushed deeper, his voice arrogant and condescending, “Am I too big for you? For that tight pussy?” A slap went down your ass again, the other hand never coming out of your hair.
“F-fi-five! Please, I need this so much!”
The desperation in your voice did things to him, further igniting Five's desire to fuck you until he broke you.
“You were so tight! So. fucking. tight!” And you moaned and pushed him hips at him like you couldn't live without what he gave you. “Fuck, this is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to broke you!”
“Yes!” You screamed as he keeping fuck you deeper and deeper “Pl-please!”
Your voice was too much for him! Five's hunger snarled and roared like a beast, increasing the desire to get you so badly. He hit your ass hard, letting go of your hair and sticking both hands on your waist, pulling you violently to his dick.
“Say my name over and over again! And, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good! ” Five combined a deep thrust with the tug on his waist, making his dick reach your unimaginable corners.
“Five!”
“Higher!” A slap.
“Five!” One more slap.
“Higher!” Another slap.
“F-FIVE!”
His mouth went to your shoulder, his lips tightening there as he pushed himself deep inside you. You were very close, super stimulated, your legs were shaking, your heart was pounding.
Five was fucking you so hard that you could barely groan, giving you sensations that you never felt before. You came with a loud groan, trembling on his dick, losing your breath when Five sank to the bottom of the well and came there, filling you with his hot cum.
Five Hargreeves thought that after that he would be free of your effects, freed from that desperation that was always wanting to be with you.
But then again, he was deeply mistaken.
Everything only increased in unimaginable proportions. Jealousy came, the overwhelming sense of protection, the need to be with you. Now he not only fucked you hard, but he made a point of leaving you at work and picking you up at night.
And that's when you said you loved him. And his world has turned inside out once again. Five didn't respond right away, he was dumbfounded and bewildered, and you said he only had to speak when he was ready.
He love you? That question hung around his mind for days.
Five felt at peace with you company, relaxed with your touch, happy whenever he heard your voice. You were the only place he thought about going back after a hard job, after the day had gotten the best of him.
He love you?
That was when The Handler told him, in one day, that it was good that his new “pet” did not make him deviate from the Commission's objectives.
Five has never felt so furious in his life. He came as close to her as possible, making her look death in the eye, and said that if any hair disappeared from your pretty head, he would stop everything and kill everyone on that commission. And The Handler knew that Five was not bluffing.
That's when he found out that he loved you. That the idea of seeing you hurt, even if it was a scratch, was unacceptable. And that's when Five realized that his world only revolved when you were with him.
“I love you.” He released that night, you were lying on his chest, watching some series on TV when Five cut off the characters' lines.
You looked at him in bewilderment, propping yourself up on your elbow to see him better.
“What?”
Five looked him in the eye, and in the most sincere and truthful way, he said: "nothing else matters except for you."
Your eyes filled with tears, and you kissed him as if Five were your whole world. In fact, he certainly were your world. But it was at that moment that he said he had to talk to you, and that's when he told you the whole truth.
Shocked would be an understatement to say what you felt at that moment.
It took a few days for you to digest the whole truth and several conversations with Five to understand what was really going on. You saw his powers, his briefcase, his life story. And Five knew, when the dust settled and you said that none of that mattered, that you really loved him.
“I just can't have anything with someone who hides things from me.” You said “ I understand the reasons why you didn't tell me before, but now I don't want any more lies between us.”
“None.” He smiled, and looked at you as if he finally understood that you loved him.
And it is logical that you noticed.
“ I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you." You laughed.
And in that moment, in that fraction of a second, Five realized that he would never be able to live without you.
“I'm just afraid of your job. Whether you get hurt or they want to hurt you coming after me and…”
Five didn't let you finish. He held you in his hands, your cheeks in his palms, and whispered, “There are no limits when it comes to you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. ”
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unlikely ; xiao x gn!reader
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: probs a lil rushed im sorry!!, modern college au
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: oneshot for @dourpeep !! congrats! i havent been feeling the best lately so if u want me to rewrite this i 100% can!
They say slow and steady wins the race.
Actually, no. Xiao was not a literature major, in fact, he had no major. With those beautiful letters that spelled out ‘Undecided’, it was safe to say that the male was not adverse in the art of writing.
In fact, it was quite amazing how he even got into a college without a major. Xiao had to partially thank Mr. Zhongli for that, for the counselor’s recommendation was what catapulted him here.
Here, to be standing in front of you— [Surname] [Name].
He didn’t know you that well, only just meeting you once the professor had assigned for the two of you to work together. Apparently, you were a STEM major, something that Xiao actually had interest in even before meeting you.
Of course, he was not expecting you to like working with him. In fact, most people that knew the golden-eyed male were scared of him— which was partly thanks to his intimidating aura that he unconsciously spewed.
Yet that all went out the window once you said hi to him with the biggest smile ever, unfazed by the cold gaze from his eyes and the way he dismissed your presence.
‘Weird’, was all Xiao could think, oblivious to how that’d change in the near future.
—
The majorless-student never expected to grow fond of you.
No— he never expected to grow fond of anyone. Too used to people coming and leaving like a tsunami’s last breath, Xiao had gotten used to losing far more than loving.
Love. It was such a broad term for the most detailed thing. Love was a force that’d bring the strongest to their knees all because of the way their heart would beat irregularly.
In conclusion: love was someone’s downfall. Xiao could never wrap his head around the urge of dedicating your entire life to a single person all because you loved them.
What happens if you fall out of love? What if your partner is unfaithful? There were so many ways things could go absolutely wrong, and only one way for things to go right.
Maybe it was because of this hesitation that prompted him to contradict his opinions, falling headfirst into this sea of new emotions all because of you— his groupmate.
In this case, Xiao was the hurricane. The barrage of opinions and scarred hearts all because of who he was in the past; finding paradise in you, the eye of the storm. The calm before the wreckage he knew by the name ‘heartbreak’.
Love is a mistake, loving you is a mistake.
Yet he found peace in the eye, ready to take on whatever debris would dare to hit him.
—
It started with subtle glances and late night talks.
That was how Xiao would describe these moments with you. Suddenly, he found himself ruining his sleep schedule just because you were pulling an all-nighter. Even long after your assigned project was due and turned in, he still had your number at the top of his contact list.
‘A curse,’ The male would think, eating his cereal angrily. His eye circles had darkened tremendously ever since you began to stay up late. Damn you for ruining his sleep schedu—
He buried his head in his hands, bits of cereal still in his mouth.
“I didn’t even have to stay awake with them.”
—
Xiao was not in love.
No, he would never be.
“Oh, Xiao! You came early!” Settling down beside him, the male spared a side-eye to the person who decided sitting in the very corner of the lecture room was a good idea.
It was you.
“Yeah,” He responded. Suddenly, he did not know what to do. Where does he place his hands? How do you sit, again? Why is this seat so uncomfortable? It was fine just moments ago!
Xiao was not in love, absolutely not.
He gazed at you with his peripherals, and abruptly, his heart pierced his ribs.
Weird.
—
When did these feelings arise?
These feelings of wanting to wait for you outside your classes even though he knew he had no time. These feelings of cramming studies with you about subjects he didn’t even take…
Strange. Everything was strange. The world was more vibrant, tinted pink even though he knew the sky was supposed to be an azure blue.
Maybe it was because of the way you tapped his shoulder when passing an exam down the lecture hall, or the way you trusted him enough to watch over your belongings while you went to the bathroom.
Weird. This feeling was weird, it was like his stomach bubbled and exploded yet it didn’t hurt a single bit.
Xiao couldn’t tell if he liked this feeling or not.
Maybe he should apply to that same club that you go to—… wait, that’s weird.
—
“Xiao?” Venti popped out of the doorway, glancing at the male who was already eating and getting dressed at six o’clock in the morning.
“What?”
“Doesn’t your first class start at eleven?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you going out now?” The music major rubbed his eyes, still in a half-awake half-sleep state.
“I’m going to go pick someone up.”
Venti grinned, yawning dramatically as he swooned for Xiao’s nonexistent love life.
“And who may this person be?” Now fully awake, Venti seemed to already know the answer based on the look he had.
“. . .” Xiao walked out the doorway, shutting the door with a click!
“Ah, youth,” Venti closed his eyes in deep thought, contemplating over whether to tell Zhongli about Xiao’s character growth.
—
His heart hurts.
No— was hurt the right word? It tensed, that’s for sure. It went quicker and slower, louder and quieter.
Strange, you were strange. The way you made him feel was strange. What was this? Maybe you truly had cursed him after all.
“Oh, Xiao! You came!” Flinching, the male glanced at you. The only thing separating your faces was the window of his car and the ricochet of his heart. ‘Of course— of course I came,'' he thought.
Letting you into the passenger seat, Xiao immediately turned up the heater, ignoring the fact that he already had a jacket on.
His heart hurt.
Glancing over at you briefly, his piercing gaze softened for the briefest of moments, the smallest of seconds.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Xiao was not a literature major, but he could agree that that saying was right.
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You are swine you vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in California, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. Because off your face the rabbit population actually decreased. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.
Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good
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Canary, Part 6
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Tim had been watching her out of the corner of his eyes for a long time. It wasn’t that he was trying to be creepy or anything, he just… didn’t know why she was there. It didn’t make sense. She was relatively low on funds according to what he and Oracle had dredged up, and even Tim in all his billionaire-ness recognized that this place was more expensive than average…
So, why had she come? It wasn’t even close to the motel she was staying at.
The vaguely paranoid -- cautious, he was cautious -- part of him worried that she had somehow known he was there, but there was no way she should have been able to know that. Hell, he hadn’t known he was going to this particular cafe until he’d gotten to work and realized that there were now cameras in the breakroom and his office to make sure he didn’t drink too much.
But, really, it seemed like she was just using the free wifi that the cafe provided to write up a resume.
He relaxed and sunk back in his chair with his laptop while he did his work.
… he didn’t get to work for long.
He picked up on the slight gravel of someone putting on a voice with ease. It was high and sweet, a voice he commonly heard from customer service workers. He chanced a look back at the barista and frowned when he saw her on her phone. Not her, then.
He looked around the tiny coffee shop and cringed a little when he realized what was going on. Shady guy approaches a woman who’s drinking coffee alone? Yeah, that’s never a good thing.
He pushed his laptop into his bag quickly, slung it over his shoulders, put the cap back on his coffee cup so the guy wouldn’t be able to tell that Tim had been there for a while, and rushed over.
He rested his hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Hey, bud, she said no.”
Tim watched both of them tense and their gazes were pulled to him in an instant.
Marinette glanced him up and down once. He watched her eyes lock onto his coffee cup for a second and he carefully turned his hand a little so she could see the name.
She smiled. “You’re late, Timmy. Don’t tell me you got caught up in another meeting?”
He shrugged innocently. “You know how it is.” Then, he split into a grin. “Maybe I should be the one that’s upset, though. Can’t believe you didn’t save me a spot.”
“I tried!” She whined. “He insisted!”
The man chuckled awkwardly. “I see. I’m sorry, I thought you were alone.”
She rolled her eyes. “I told you I wasn’t. Can you move, though?”
“Actually,” Tim said, because he didn’t want to sit in the window where Duke might happen to see him while on patrols. “There’s a free table back this way.”
Marinette tipped her head to the side a little before nodding. “Sure.”
She closed her laptop with a snap, gathered her things into her bag, and followed him back to his table.
That should have been the end of it. Unfortunately, the guy was still watching them. It looked like they weren’t going to be able to do work for a while if they wanted to keep up the pretense that they were friends.
She seemed to know it, too, because she sighed and rested her head on her hand with a small frown. “Guess we have to talk.”
He huffed. “Don’t have to sound so upset about it.”
“Alright. Fine.”
“Not sounding much more excited.”
She rolled her eyes and then brought a bright smile to her face. “Sure, Timmy, sounds great! Can’t wait to have a super fun conversation with you!”
“... nevermind. That’s weird. Why did that almost convince me? I knew it was fake.”
She let herself lean back in her chair, her face falling back to a slightly smug grin. “I’m Parisian,” she said simply.
Yeah. That made sense. Every Parisian Tim had had the (dis?)pleasure of meeting had had an almost unnerving amount of control over the way they presented their emotions.
He snickered. “Why the hell would you move here, then?”
She rolled her eyes. “Our psychopath was so boring. Like, dude, we get it, your wife died or whatever, that sounds like a you problem. Now, a guy deciding to become a jewel thief purely for the gimmick? Way more interesting.”
“Moral grayness is so twenty years ago,” Tim joked.
“Exactly! Give me dumbasses who are evil purely to be evil and good to be good!”
He grinned. “I can see why you like Harry Potter.”
She blinked.
He motioned to her cup. Scrawled across it in the barista’s messy handwriting was ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’.
She relaxed a little, grinning. “I just finished the books so I’m a bit obsessed. Also, every time I tell them that my name is Marinette they misspell it.”
“Don’t feel too bad, baristas are just like that. Heck, they’ve misspelled my name before.”
“... your name is Tim.”
“They spelled it with a y.”
“... why?”
“Yes. Exactly. A y.”
She giggled a little. “No, I mean why would they do that?”
“Oh. No clue. I hope they were just messing with me.”
~
The barista was wiping down the tables. It was nearing closing time and Marinette was feeling more and more sorry for the poor workers the longer they stayed. She knew that, when she had used to work at the bakery, she had always especially hated customers that were there around closing time.
Only two tables remained occupied.
She sighed when she glanced over and saw the guy was still there.
Oh well.
She looked over at Tim. “Care to walk me a few blocks in a random direction to see if we can get rid of him?”
“Certainly,” he said.
“‘Certainly’? I may not be super great with American customs yet but even I know that’s weird,” she teased.
He huffed a little. “Listen.”
“I’m listening.”
His nose scrunched. “No, wait, you weren’t supposed to call me out on the fact that I didn’t have an excuse.”
“Oh. Okay, we can try again.”
“Alright.” He cleared his throat. “Listen,” he said again, this time in a tone that mocked the one he’d said it in the first time.
Convenient. She was intent on mocking him, too: “I’m listening.”
“You’re the worst,” he complained.
She laughed. “I am so not. Joker exists.”
“You’re worse than him,” he said in his most serious voice.
She laughed harder. “No one is worse than him.”
He grinned. “I thought you liked people that were evil purely for being evil.”
“But he’s not,” she argued. “The man just decided one day that he liked the weird guy who dressed like a bat and figured that the best way to get that guy’s attention was to murder people.”
“Gotta admit, it works,” said Tim.
She shrugged, grinning. “Yeah, it does. Makes me wonder what would happen if the Big Bad Bat didn’t come, though.”
He tipped his head to the side slightly and then shrugged. “I don’t know, actually. He usually stops it in time.”
“I think he’d freak out.”
“Absolutely.”
She grinned and stretched lazily, head tipping back.
“He’s still following us, isn’t he?” Asked Tim.
“Yep,” she said, popping the ‘p’.
He groaned a little. “Great. Looks like we’re heading to the library.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You go to libraries? You could probably buy every ebook in existence and have a few billion left over.”
“One of my sisters works there, I can ask her to get rid of the guy,” he explained. “But I like libraries. There’s something quaint about them.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s nice to see how the common folk live sometimes.”
He returned her eye roll. “Not like that. I spend a lot of time staring at screens, I have a special appreciation for regular old books.”
“That’s nice. I wish I had time to sit down with a physical copy like that.”
“You see, I have this genius strategy for making time: not taking care of myself.”
“Go on, this is intriguing.”
“Well, eating and sleeping, right? Everyone thinks they’re totally necessary things otherwise you’d die or whatever. But, listen, that’s just a hoax made up by the government to perpetuate capitalism.”
She nodded eagerly. “Totally totally totally. What’s your solution?”
“Coffee communism.”
“Yes, you should use your rich boy money to lobby Congress.”
He grinned. “I totally should. But I can’t run it by my family.”
“No way! You never know who's capitalist anymore, they could be plants placed by the sleep industry to ensure that you don’t go through with it.”
He gasped. “No! You think? My own family?!”
She nodded grimly. “It’s always the ones closest to you that betray you.”
And then he broke character, snickering behind his hand. She beamed.
They reached the library and he smiled as he held the door open for her. He asked her to wait while he talked to his sister and she waved him off casually, telling him to take his time.
She pulled out her phone and pressed her lips together thinly as she made a note to head over later that night to give the man -- Henry -- his money. She’d give him a little tip because, for a moment there, she’d almost forgotten that they were just acting. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to purposely trigger herself for the sake of believability but, hey, if she was going to try and dupe one of the smartest businessmen alive into talking to her, she needed to go all out.
Speaking of Tim, she updated the file of Tim’s favorite cafes plus the probabilities of him visiting each one. It was for his oldest brother, Richie Wayne. She didn’t know why Richie was the one to ask for it seeing as he spent most of his time in Bludhaven and therefore likely wouldn’t find much use in it, but no one ever really knew why Richie Wayne did anything. The man famously had almost as much cotton between his ears as his father.
But, Richie Wayne was also just as rich as his father, so… she’d give him his file later that night after checking her math with her favorite graphing calculator.
A redhead in a wheelchair rolled past Marinette and she absently held the door open for her, only to be surprised when she cursed out Henry.
She watched as Henry held his hands up and started backing away from the woman in the wheelchair, and then he ran down the nearest alley.
(… she’d give Henry a bigger tip. The man had just wanted a tiny side job to help pay for his wife and kids that wasn’t being a henchman, he didn’t deserve this.)
She opened the door for the woman on her way back inside and mumbled her thanks. The woman nodded once and continued on her way.
Marinette leaned back against the wall again and scrolled through Twitter as she waited for Tim to reappear. Apparently, Poison Ivy was already back in Arkham. Something about an intern at the botanical gardens watering plants wrong. Wild.
Marinette felt someone sidle up beside her and, after a quick glance confirmed that it was Tim, pocketed her phone.
He smiled at her, a tote bag over his shoulder.
“Did you go grocery shopping while I wasn’t looking, somehow?”
He hesitated before holding it out to her. “It’s the French dubs of the Harry Potter movies.”
She blinked as the bag was thrust into her hands and looked down at it. Yep, that was Harry Potter in French. She also, vaguely, noted the tiny slip of paper his phone number scrawled across it.
She slung the bag over her shoulder.
“I’m never going to return these. You’re going to rack up so much debt.”
~~~
NightwingsAss9384: does anyone know why nightwing and canary hate each other?
ScareCrane: She stabbed Batman once on accident and somehow got away with blaming it on him
Daylightwing: She refuses to let B adopt her.
RiddleMeThis: They think it’s funny when their stans fight.
SignalOfficial: They said ‘I’m the only flippy bitch allowed in New Jersey’ and have been fighting ever since
Yummmmmm: He has to or else Robin will get jealous because he’s the only stabby sibling allowed
Oracle: They’re fighting over who gets to change their name to ‘The Dodo’ first.
DeadHood: Nightwing is jealous that Canary was the first one of us to think to have a full-on bird mask.
TheBetterCanary: every time i go into the batfam tag to try and avoid them all i see is his fancams
SpoilerAlert: they’re both convinced that they’re the hottest bachelor/bachelorette in gotham
NightwingsAss9384: im beginning to think no ones going to tell me.
BlackBat: :)
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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇
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DRACO X FEM READER !!
House : hufflepuff
Blood line : pure blood
Summary : you and draco has been friends for two years without anyone knowing however lately the secret is out , and people are shaming you about , you (a hufflepuff) is friends with the prince of the slytherin -draco Malfoy - which make him feel bad and ashamed leading to him push you away
Warning : it is little lengthy
Warning : self shame, angry! Draco, bullying, angst, TOO MUCH FLUFF, FLUFFY!DRACO
Year : fifth
Best friend ( maybe secret crush ) trope
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For two years we have been friends, two years you have been my safe place, two years , you both would meet in astronomy tower or the forbidden forest in the night , on the weekends , hidden from the preying eyes of the other people , not cause embarrassment or disgust in fact both of you and Draco loved that this was your thing , a secret , the time for you and him only , it felt like the world was empty and no human was other than you both together and all weight that was on your shoulders would left away , you would spend time together , talking , laughing , reading , or you writing and Draco painting silently enjoying the peace you both had till one day this imaginative world , this world that was owned by you both vanished in thin air ....
A gossiper student saw both of you, resulting of the next day the entire magic craft school, to know about the friendship and it wasn’t just knowing and being silent , no it was vicious and fast like a burning fire scattering through a woodland , that it pushed the Slytherin boy over the edge of anger and spite , resulting in him scanning every inch of the school, running around threatening the students till he found the one and only lavender brown , fueled by anger , seeing nothing but red , the boy corned her in some empty class, he shoved his wand in the Gryffindor neck , if he hated Gryffindor before , it was underestimated now as he despises them with every inch of his body .
To Draco , Gryffindor took the only opportunity for him to be in peace , to have control over his existence . They all were fortunate bustards , they were the heroes and painted him as the villain , he just wanted to be happy like them but they weren’t allowing it , to Draco they were the only genuine villains.
Nevertheless before the boy can do anything, Snape entered the class, seeing the scene in front of him, alarmed about the mix of anger, tensity and tears that crammed the room, the professor separated both of them by a spell of his wand , as he took the pale boy wand in his hand, shaming him for his doing and lack of control over his emotions with his gaze , ignoring the girl that crawled out of the class, as she thanks merlin for giving her another chance to live and probably now having the Slytherin house head as her favorite professor after this.
Of course this incident didn’t pass quietly, no, it reached Dumbledore , causing Draco to be called and putting Snape in the circumstance of defending the boy and only letting him go with losing 20 points from Slytherin and detention for two weeks , “of course albus would do that !! Any chance to push up his golden house “ draco mind filled with this belief as he raged out of the room, with heat filling his body to the Slytherin room ,all he wanted to be in his atmosphere immediately, away from all the preying gaze that he responded with glare directly making shy away in fear .
Throwing his body on the soft silky sheet of his bed , he couldn’t help but shove his head in hands , he knew!!!! he fully knew!!!!! , that the occurrence with the annoying Gryffindor girl will fuel the whole thing!! But he let his emotions out of control!!! He was so ashamed of his lack of control that he couldn't stop shaming himself till the sun rose up for the next day
His thoughts were correct ..... Merlin..... The following day, the whole school is either talking about the incident with the annoying girl or .... the second thing....... Which hurt him the most ... people were shaming y/n cause she was close to him? Draco was used to people believing terrible of him, .....truth......he wanted that to be his reputation but not that extreme ......... people were shaming her .... about how a Hufflepuff can be close with a nightmare like him .... and if she was a real Hufflepuff.........if she is going to be the first death eater from Hufflepuff.....
” Merlin... Doesn't this academy quiet ever......” draco couldn't help but whisper under his breath as he was done with this school.
Throwing himself in a seat of the slytherin ‘s eating table in the grand hall, hoping it would be quieter but Salazer........he was wrong
“ soooooooooo........ Malfoy!!!! what is with you and the badger girl “
Theo asked with smirk, earring him a sharp scowl from the pale boy, that brought shivers of fear that ran all over his body.
” first there is NOTHING , this school made a whole bloody mountain out of nothing!!!!!, next one more word about this on the table and I will hex anyone to the oblivious!”
the seriousness in Draco ’s words was exhibited , it was powerful that it shut the whole house members down, making everyone eat in silence, in the opposite side of the room, was the Hufflepuff table, he saw you, you have been friends for too long, of course he would be able to identify you so easily. His sharp cloudy grey eyes stopped on ur smiling figure, sensing outrage take over his body....... the words that was talked behind your back were something you never deserve it!!....... , to him .... you were like a flower and everyone tried to kill you from the roots and he was ready to do anything to protect you even stepping on his own heart ....
On your table things were quite different, everyone was cackling and chatting, no one bothered you or gossiped about you, cause as Hufflepuff, the morality of judging people without knowing them was odd, yes some questioned you and Draco friendship cause, well ...he is a git and you are wonderfully nice and cheerful ’so how did that happen? ’ to the rest of the house that was remarkable event
abruptly you felt strong gaze on you, as you notice who, you smiled and waved to the boy on the slytherin table, but his response gave you knot in your stomach, he frowned and got up from the table and walked away...’did I do something wrong ’ , that was weird reaction from the boy, he never behaved like that, sure he wasn't open, carefree and loud if he was he would be in Gryffindor but he was thoughtful with you, as he tried to act more with care as he didn't want to harm your feelings so this response stung a bit.
Then potions class came, you and Draco shared the class, he sat in front of you as he worked alone while you sat with your pal Luna Lovegood from ravenclaw, you finally had the opportunity to talk to your Slytherin friend and check on how is he doing .
so as soon as Snape turned to the board, you patted the boy shoulder to get this attention ” Draco...hi....” no response ” draco, are you okay? ” no response ” i fully know.. That you must be annoyed now but-” ” can we not talk now! I'm trying to concentrate on snape here ” he wasn't yelling but the sharp tone of his voice send you back down to your spot ” I'm sorry... ” even though, you know he must be mad, you couldn't help but get hurt, noticing the reaction on your face, Luna put her hand on yours as you both lock hands as giving you a smile assuring you that it is okay and she is here
she knew you and she knew Draco, it was fascinating to hear how you both are friends but yet she understood how Draco ’arse’ attitude was just a face for his household so she was happy that he got a friend like you in his life perhaps to free him but also she wasn't pleased about how he treated you now but all she can do was just to hold your hand to soothe your feelings .
But it wasn't only Luna who wasn't pleased no Draco himself, he heard the pain in your words and he was conscious of the Ice dripping in his tone, he hated how he couldn't control how feels, he trained all his life for that but he is failing that now ”wonderful malfoy , just incredible “
The potions class was done and you couldn’t be happier , you were out of this room finally Draco out of your sight ! ...you wanted to yell at him and be mad at him for hours, you wanted also to cry but no way in Merlin ’s bread you would cry for a boy , you always were tough emotionally and no way a icy tone will break you in tears “ we are not going to be this low now , hold it “ looking at yourself in the mirror of the girls bathroom , you took deep breathes as your walked yourself out, moving to your next chosen class which is magical music
this was your comforting class but now thanks to a current slytherin , you can’t put up with the music that plays but thanks to Helga kindness from her grave you have Luna with you a familiar face to look at when you crave to scream “ you look upset “ Luna calm voice cut your doze off , you sigh as you respond “ I’m Luna ..... and I shouldn’t be ... I understand his emotions but I’m furious... that he is dismissing mine !! Aren’t we friends !” “SHHHHH” Whispering louder than you aimed at , earned you undesirable scowlled looks , leading you to apologizing to the instructor and your class mates
“ well ..... why you don’t ask him ?? “ “ I want to......but it is hard finding Draco anywhere in Hogwart alone.........he always has people around.......” “ no he is ...” “ what ...wait ! ... what ? Really ??!”” “ SHHHHHHH” dismissing the glare from the male instructor , you and Luna continued the conversation “ Draco is a perfect , he can go out after the allowed hours as they quote to check on students “ “ yes I know this ..... “ “ but the point that is concealed that the Slytherin , use this privilege to spend time introverted in library .... I always saw him.......but...........I’m not his favorite person nonetheless yes ... that can be beneficial for you “
knowing what Luna meant, you nod slowly giving the girl big smile for her help “ Luna the words thank you , doesn’t explain how much I’m thankful for you “ both of you turned to the professor cause till now you both weren’t focusing with noticing how the teacher and class started to fed up on your missing notes, that was the best thing to do.
After finally the pain that you gave to your self and your fellow classmates with your messing notes in the music , you rushed to your dorm to change fast into more relaxed outfit that will suit the cold air that won’t only come from the late night but also from Draco himself , you changed to white shirt dress layered with V neck sage green sweater dress , skin colored stocking and beige combat boots , taking a deep breath to calm the anxiety that was slithering to your soul about meeting the slytherin after the incident, not knowing what his reaction will be as he sees you , you shoved this feelings in the very back of your soul , as you got out of the warm room, and faced by the coldness of the the schools hal, you fought the fear that tried to convince you back to your dorm , as you hurry to the library .
Reading a book in some quiet table alone in the very dark corner, that was your strategy for hiding from madam Irma prince, and somehow it worked as your presence went unnoticed by her or that is what you hoped so .
Soon the time passed soon it became the after hours , as you wait for the slytherin prince, somehow deeply inside , you wanted him to come and not come in same time ....
you didn’t know why but you felt uncomfortable about seeing him after the incident but the need to see him now and to converse with him about his attitude was a must for you.
glimpsing a white hair belonging to a faint dark body passing by, nearly like a ghost, you jumped up on your feet as you strode fast , trying to be calm as possible, you tug on the boy arm. Causing him to rotate, as he shoves his wand to your face with scowl before noticing you ”y/n!!!?! BLOODY HELL!! I almost hexed you!!! ” laying his wand away as his face softened a bit ” I'm sorry...but I need to talk to you.....” lifting up his eyebrow at you , questionably for a second before his Straight face appeared
“ we can’t talk anymore ...”
the words that you feared came scrambling hitting you like a train causing your mind to go blank for a sec before you speak again
“ what !!?? Why !!! We were fine till -“
“ yeah till! .... Till that gryffindor wrecked it ! And for that we can’t be friends anymore ... we can’t be seen together! ......Bloody Salazar, I need to report you to your perfect ! “
“ AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT !! CAUSE IM HUFFLEPUFF!! CAUSE YOU ARE SLYTHERIN !! CAUSE YOUR STATUE !! CAUSE THE PURE BLOOD SUPREMACY !! CAUSE SLYTHERIN IS THE ONLY HOUSE !! THAT IS ACCEPTED!!??”
Tears filled your sight, you didn’t care if whole hogwarts heard you , you were hurt , how did he toss you so easily after two years from being friends just cause his status , were you that cheap and meaningless to him? , were you just something for filling his unoccupied period ?.....didn’t he take you as friend or care about you? ...... Were people right about Draco and you are just naive...?
Your mind halts as your ears catch a heavy breathing sound , looking up to the boy in front of you resulting in your eyes growing enormous from the sight in front of you .....
You saw many emotions of draco , many than what most people think there are, but you never ever see him crying before , his gaze was wailing pain and hurt as his breaths was heavy in attempt to process his emotions ....
” you don't comprehend... I don't care about that... I deal with that day-to-day.... I'm the villain in the people eyes!! I was sorted in slytherin y/n... For Merlin sake!!! I'm a death eater in their eyes....no matter what !! ALL ’CAUSE THESE BLOODY BASTARD GRYFFINDORS... THAT WHAT WILL I ALWAYS BE... But you!!! You don't deserve that!! You don't deserve to be treated like that.....you are a good individual...”
” I don't mind draco!!!”
” BUT I DO!! .... You don't listen to what they say about you ......”
” who cares about what they mumble!! THEY ARE STRANGERS! ....Draco if you believe that I'm a good person......Then....You would know I would never mind about what people say and leave you for it !! I Care about my friend Draco here that I know!!!! anyone else no...hell with them to Godric’s fire!! ”
you went closer to draco, locking both of his hands in yours ” I would never quit on you, I will be here to support and...... draco you aren’t villain .... you are just a git that is all, but you are my best git and I’m here for you permanently “
you smiled looking at draco sobbing ’s eyes as you wiped his tears by one of your hands however not allowing his other hand to be out of your hand, squeezing it lightly as a way to confirm your message .
Peaceful moments passed by, with you both staying in your position, finally relaxing after some long day.
Till the slytherin decided to cut the silence
“ You fully understand that .... I wouldn’t ever report you to your perfect ..... “
“ yes I comprehend that, dear “
“ dear ? “
“Hey don’t get cheeky right now ... I just saw your fluffy side “
“ m’sorry, now shut it “
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