#we were searching surnames that starts with X | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

carewyncromwell · 9 months

Text

"I don't really need this in my life... Why don't we forget about it? (Go and take your soul...) (Go and take your soul...)

Thing is -- (Thing is -- ) Time was -- (Time was --) Part of me used to love you: Part of me still does... This light here -- Some become strangers..."

~"Some Become Strangers" by Stevie Nicks

x~x~x~x

Carewyn's dress inspiration // the other main song I listened to while drawing this

x~x~x~x

So I thoroughly blame @dat-silvers-girl for this...but while talking with her about my recent Evan Bach post, I mentioned that since Evan and the remainder of his family is in Westminster, just south of London, and Carewyn ends up settling in London to work for the Ministry of Magic, there would be a very good chance that the two could cross paths, even unknowingly.

When Evan was taking the Tube to work one day as usual, though, he did cross paths with Carewyn -- and on his end, at least, it was very knowingly. What first caught his attention was the teenage boy in his train car talking to someone on his other side.

"Ms. Cromwell? You okay?"

It was the name "Cromwell" that caught Evan's attention. He'd heard it more than once before, of course -- it was a relatively common surname -- but it still made him start every time, since it was Lane's maiden name. And according to that frankly kind of meddlesome witch Donna, Evan knew that his children had gone back to using that surname too, rather than his. When he looked up this time, though, he was confronted with the sight of the teenage boy standing on the train talking to a well-dressed young woman with ginger-red hair, sitting down a short ways away and holding her forehead in her hand.

"Mm...yes," she said lowly, after a moment. She forced a small ruby red smile as she looked up at him. "I just haven't...been in such tight proximity with so many people, in a while. It's...louder, than I remember it."

Evan blanched when he took note of the woman's eyes -- a bit sunken-in, but almond-shaped, and bright blue. However shadowed, they were Lane's.

Evan very quickly turned away, his heart racing. God, why -- why here, why her? Why his daughter? Why here, on his daily commute, right now...?

Was Lane here too? Jacob? God, the thought of seeing either of them almost made Evan feel more nauseous. Seeing Lane after so many years was a prospect that daunted Evan, but seeing his son was almost more terrifying. Jacob had always had a temper, and he'd so strangely latched onto his sister even as a baby that Evan thought it'd be likely he'd have to physically defend himself, if Jacob caught sight of him...that is, if Lane wasn't there to diffuse things. Lane had always been the one to try to calm things down...

Despite himself, Evan scanned the train car, searching for his ex-wife. When he didn't see her or Jacob, he felt the faintest flicker of disappointment, and then a wave of overwhelming relief. Not only did he hate the thought of his estranged family causing a scene...but he didn't think how much more strain his heart could've taken, seeing Lane again after so long...

"Do you not take the Tube much?" asked the teenage boy from behind Evan.

"Well, no. As you know, there are many other ways to get around. But well, considering where we're going, I figured those methods wouldn't be as ideal."

"You can Apparate with other people too, right?" said the boy mischievously. "That sounds fun."

"Mind what you say in public, Erik," said Carewyn, before adding something a bit quieter under her breath. Evan just barely picked out the word "Muggle."

Evan's lips came together tightly. So this boy was like Carewyn and Jacob, then? He was part of that...freak world of theirs too? To think that such a promising young boy would be molded in their image rather than live a normal life, same as Jacob was...

A thought occurred to Evan that made him straighten up sharply. Was this boy -- ?!

When Evan looked at the boy called Erik, though, he found he didn't resemble Carewyn much at all. Plus he looked to be 13 or 14, at least...Carewyn couldn't be his mother: she would've had to have been a mere child herself when he was born, if she had been. And Erik had called her "Ms. Cromwell" -- he couldn't be related to her by blood. If he was her son, he'd have called her "Mother," and if he was her sibling through another marriage (this thought made Evan's stomach squirm), he would've just called her by her name. And yet the way Carewyn spoke to him...it wasn't just platonic, there was something almost maternal there...

Was this boy her stepson, perhaps? Evan wondered. Had Winnie married an older man -- someone already married? She was a young adult now, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she'd be married...she was probably the same age Evan was, when he married Lane. But to marry someone who had a son this old already... Evan couldn't help but frown disapprovingly, imagining his daughter marrying a man a good twenty years her senior.

"Anyway...thanks for this, Ms. Cromwell," said Erik. "Coming with me to the cinema and all."

"Well, I could hardly just drop you off and leave you there," Carewyn said with a wry smile.

"I told you you could."

"You can tell me whatever you want: it doesn't mean I'll agree with it. And besides...this clearly means a lot to you. I want to be there with you for it."

The way Carewyn spoke to Erik startled Evan yet again. It certainly didn't sound like how he expected a mother to speak to her son -- Lane certainly had never sounded so casual with Jacob, and she was always much more coddling of him than Evan himself was. It was almost sibling-esque, the way they interacted -- and yet Carewyn's sentiment still came across as so...maternal, for lack of a better word. So fond and proud...

Evan turned around, just in time to see Erik's snarky expression seemed to visibly soften.

"...Thanks, Ms. Cromwell."

The boy with the curly blond hair then seemed to sober slightly.

"...Ms. Cromwell...I wanted to say I'm sorry. For what I said the other day."

Carewyn blinked, startled.

"To that biddy in Diagon Alley," Erik prompted. "You know, the one who called you my mum."

Carewyn seemed to immediately understand, and her face grew much more gentle. "Erik..."

"I shouldn't have made such a big deal about it," Erik muttered, his eyes awkwardly drifting over to his and Carewyn's reflections in the window. "I mean, yeah, she was stupid to think it, when you're not even that much older than me and we don't look a thing alike -- but well, you do kind of act like my -- like a mum sometimes -- and you were with me while I was getting my school supplies, so it was only logical for her to think it. And well...I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful...you know, for everything..."

"Erik," Carewyn cut him off very firmly. She brought a hand up and took hold of his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That is the last thing I would think."

She paused. Despite himself, Evan couldn't help but listen that bit more intently, even while trying to not draw attention to himself.

"...After what happened to your mother...I understand you being upset about what that woman said," Carewyn said softly. "Of course I don't think it was right for you to have sworn at her...but I know your anger came out of trauma and pain, not anything vindictive or cruel. And the last thing I'd ever want to do is replace your mother...or your father. I know I never could, even if I wanted to."

Her eyes fell on her own hand on Erik's shoulder rather than staying locked on his.

"...I don't want to be your mother, Erik. I'm very happy just being your guardian, for however long you need me. That's all I sought from the court, and that's all I want to be."

"Guardian." Then Carewyn had adopted this boy, as his legal guardian? Evan tried to envision raising Jacob on his own in his mid-twenties without Lane, and the mental image was intimidating. Being raised by his great-uncle more than his own parents, Evan would've been utterly clueless in being a single parent -- even Lane he always assumed did a better job of it than he ever would have...

Erik's face had lost nearly all of its edge by this point -- if anything, his expression betrayed something much warmer.

"You really are smashing, Ms. Cromwell," he said. "I hope you know that."

His smile then grew a bit more devilish again.

"...So...since you're not mad about what I said...does this mean you'll give me some more of those special lessons you promised me?"

Carewyn gave a loud huff. "Those 'special lessons' are supposed to be to help you defend yourself -- they're not a reward to be taken away when I'm unhappy with you. But I could very well withhold some of the rather nice Christmas presents I've set aside, if you don't learn to clean up your language."

Erik gave a loud, cackling laugh that prompted Carewyn to smile a bit more wryly herself as she got up.

"Well, come on, then -- here's our stop."

Her sparkly starred heels clapped against the floor as she crossed to the closest door. Evan watched his daughter go, wrapping her arm around her ward as the two climbed off the train and into the crowd of the underground station. Then, silently shifting his gaze out the opposite window, Evan watched the wall fly past him as the train picked up steam and sped off toward the next stop.

Because Carewyn had been focused so tightly on Erik and his mind, so as to quiet the thoughts of all the other people on the train she could've picked up, she'd had no idea that she'd been sitting mere feet away from her father. Even if she had chosen to look anywhere besides Erik, it's likely she still wouldn't have noticed him -- for she had no memory of the man's face and would therefore have likely only seen him as a stranger. Which, sadly enough, he practically was, even while they still lived together...

Carewyn was a stranger to him. Evan knew it, and he'd known it, even when she was small. He'd never "gotten" her, largely because part of him had been afraid to -- failing so badly to connect with Jacob had been so painful that the thought of messing up again, and worse, with Carewyn had made him withdraw from her, hesitant to let her in. But there had been moments, here and there, where he'd deeply regretted not knowing her. Times when she -- strangely enough -- almost seemed more like him than Jacob had been. More respectful of the rules -- more interested in pleasing others. And yet Evan knew he truly hadn't known Carewyn. How could he, when it was so blatantly obvious to Lane that she had magic, same as Jacob? And now it was all the more obvious that Carewyn was nothing like Evan. The way she talked to her adopted son -- her "ward"...it was nothing like how Evan had ever talked to Jacob, let alone her. She sounded gentle, affectionate, playful...

She sounded...happy. Raising Erik in her strange World, on her own...Carewyn was happy.

"Are you okay, mister?"

Evan looked up, startled, to see a little girl with cornrows and a sunhat sitting across from him with her mother, who had looked up from her purse with muted concern. It was only when Evan looked up at the two that he saw himself reflected in the window behind him -- and the tear that had leaked out the side of his right eye down his face.

He quickly swept it off his face with one hand.

"Ahem -- yes, I'm...fine."

Feeling embarrassed, Evan turned his focus back out the window, away from the girl and her mother.

Carewyn was happy. It was a thought that was a wave of grief that drowned Evan's soul, and yet...that wave felt strangely comforting, all the same. He stayed floating in that feeling for the rest of his commute, until he finally reached his destination, at which point he walked to work.

Once he reached his office, Evan closed the door and put on an Elvis record as he got to work. It was something he often did, to help pass the time when the day was slow and his depression made it hard for him to soldier through -- and, unbeknownst to Evan, was also what Carewyn herself did, whenever she had trouble focusing on what she was doing.

"Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head, My pillow still wet from last night's tears... And as I think of giving up, A voice inside my coffee cup Kept crying out, ringing in my ears...

'Don't cry, Daddy... Daddy, please, don't cry... Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy, And together we'll find a brand new mommy... Daddy, Daddy, please laugh again -- Daddy, ride us on your back again -- Oh, Daddy...please, don't cry...'"

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #carewyn cromwell #erik apollo #evan bach #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #my writing #yes elvis is evan's favorite musician #it's kind of the one 'rebellion' he's ever allowed himself given how straight-laced and ridiculously conservative he is #it's also where carewyn got her own love of rock music though she doesn't remember it #she used to 'dance' to evan's elvis records #but hey let's be honest hound dog is a friggin' bop can you blame her #jacob was never as much into elvis his tastes are decidedly more bubblegum #his favorite band is ABBA and he also loves barbra streisand olivia newton-john and the osmonds #lane's more of a judy collins type <3 #and she's also friggin' in LOVE with traditional choir music #oh yeah the movie carewyn and erik are going to see?#star wars episode i: the phantom menace #released in the summer of 1999 one year after the end of the Second Wizarding War #(Erik ends up really not liking it but hey he's the ultimate star wars fan so of course he was excited about seeing it)

6 notes · View notes

rikeijo · 1 year

Text

Today's translation #91

Yuri!!! on Life

Sayo Yamamoto x Mitsurou Kubo conversation

Part 13.

K: At the time when I was first discussing things with you, I had already heard that in figure skating, skaters compete with each other not only with the points they get for jumps, but I didn't really understand it that much. But then as I was watching more figure skating, I noticed that, how should I put it, that you kind of draw a line after every competition. For example, even if in the first competition you didn't do that well, it doesn't matter as long as you get a good score at the competition you want to win. So it's a different situation than in case of, let's say, Koshien [baseball tournament], where you can go home after just one lost match, and that's very interesting in it's on way. I really felt so strongly, while I was working on Yuri!!!, that anime really has this power to make you want to understand something.

Interviewer: More people started to get interested in figure skating competitions after watching the anime, so that seems to be true.

Y: I'm really so happy that more people started to want to watch real-life skating videos or competitions after watching the anime. Please, watch a lot!

K: Yes, I'm so happy that so many people want to watch these amazing performances of different skaters or that they want to try figure skating themselves!

Interviewer: A change of topic, but how did you decide the names of your characters?

Y: It may be a surprise, but in case of Russians as an example, we googled "Russian male names" (laugh).

K: We googled names and surnames, and then slapped them together. Then we searched social media, like Facebook and so on, to see if there are real people named that. If it was a name with a lot of hits, then we decided to use it, because it seemed it was a popular name. On the other hand, we also used names that were rare.

[Notes: Topic of characters' names continues in the next part too!]

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

13 notes · View notes

knightyoomyoui · 2 years

Text

TWICE x Reader: “Doughnut”- PART 5

This one-shot will be more different than the others because I tried out a new writing style and introduced a format change. Since I began this series from the third person point of view, I had to continue and end it in the same way, so we'll also return there for a time. Just wanted to let yall know too that the previous Momo x Reader one-shot, "Silent Peach," exceeded Mina x Reader's "The Other Side" one-shot in terms of Tumblr post reactions!

---------------------------------

Previously on "Doughnut" PART 4

“Anyways, uhh Tzuyu called me earlier.", she said. She took a seat on the couch which you did the same to make yourself comfortable.

"What did she say?"

"Just some update about you and even me. That was our first conversation we had since 2 years so we needed it.", she said, making you understand.

"Told her that you also want to talk to her, and she gladly accepted. And I knew it."

"What do you mean?", you once again asked her confusedly.

"I won't say it, but trust me... after what I heard, you'll feel bad for her very much. So please, let her explain herself and listen to her without holding grudges in your heart.", she pleaded for you.

"I won't. That's all I needed, anyways.", you said, shaking your head, making a vow to Chaeyoung that she believed and accepted. She doesn't want to know that her two best friends had reconnected only to have a major fight. She wanted this conversation to be smooth and uncomplicated this time, ignoring what had happened in the past and enlighten what really was behind of it.

You sighed and looked around Chaeyoung's house while having the image of the woman you'll be meeting next after a long time.

"Well then, tell Tzuyu I'll meet her. Name the place and time."

-----------------------------

Right now, you're waiting for someone outside your house. You even had the opportunity to say hello to Mina, your neighbor and childhood friend, when she stepped outside to walk her dog Ray. She sent you off with well wishes after hearing that you were waiting for a ride, and you know she's probably wondering why you need one when you have a car of your own. However, the real reason is that you just feel like going to work today and want to give your car a "break." Because of it, Mina even made fun of you for being a "caring" owner, which made the two of you laugh. Now it has been 30 minutes since you started standing like a lightpost in front of your residence, the time has finally come for some black car to arrive and stop in front of you.

???: "So you're the one, Ms. Chou is talking about?", the unknown man asked you after he rolled the window of his car down. You heard that he mentioned the surname of Tzuyu so immediately guessed that he's Tzuyu's personal driver.

You: "Yes, I'm YN/LN."

"Kwon Soobin. Ms. Chou's butler. Hop in, sir.", He motioned for you to get in the car, which you did. A little while later, he restarted the engine and drove the two of you to Tzuyu's house.

After traversing and turning through a few streets and highways, you and Mr. Kwon have arrived. You two had just entered a large black gate that displayed a magnificent mansion surrounded by a lush landscape.

Mr. Kwon stopped the car in front of the mansion.

Mr. Kwon: "We're now here, sir."

YN: "Thank you." We both hopped off the car and now we are standing right in front of the main entrance.

YN: "Uhh, should I... go in?" You spoke while appearing disturbed and a little tight because your mind was starting to wander, which was keeping you from doing what you needed to do next.

Mr. Kwon: "Oh, it appears that Ms. Chou isn't inside," he stated as he began to scan the interior of the home with his head cocked back and forth in search of Tzuyu.

Mr. Kwon: "Come, stay in the living room while I call her." You followed his command and both of you started to step inside and walk through the hallway with such a clean surface of the floor, colorful painted wall with some picture frames containing mostly paintings.

You reached what it seems to be the dining room and then took a seat at the fine black leather covered huge couch in front of you as Mr. Kwon remains standing and looked around more.

Mr. Kwon: "Ms. Chou! Your visitor has just arrived! He yelled throughout the area. You two suddenly heard a girlish voice coming from upstairs as it swiftly reacted to Mr. Kwon's shout of search.

Tzuyu: "I'll come in a second, thanks Mr. Kwon!" Her voice still gives these tangled and messy feeling cursing through your nerves. It still sure feels unreal having her presence again after being gone for 2 years after she left you alone, giving you the most painful experience in a relationship out of all the girls you'd love before.

Mr. Kwon: "With all pleasure, Ms. Chou." He took it as a note in his mind. He still stood silently and both of us waited for this woman I'm scheduled to meet today with.

A little while afterwards, Tzuyu headed downstairs. She is dressed in a pink dress that accentuates her body's hourglass shape nicely. She stares at you, the person who is only observing her, with a mixture of emotions on your face.

Mr. Kwon: "Should I prepare a lunch for the two of you, Miss?". he asked Tzuyu who just had her final step downstairs.

Tzuyu: “Ye-” Before she was about to speak, you interrupted her.

YN: "It's fine. I already ate. A glass of juice will be fine already." You said with a small smile as you looked to Mr. Kwon.

Tzuyu: "You heard him, mister. I'll take it too." She then pointed you with her thumb.

Mr. Kwon: "Alright, I'll be heading to the kitchen." He bowed to Tzuyu before walking to the kitchen and leaving the two of us alone here in the living room. The first moment you had being together since years ago.

Tzuyu: "YN... you came." She said with all of her courage as she went a bit closer near to you and stood up inches away from your side.

YN: "Yeah. We needed this anyways." I looked at her with my half forced smile.

Tzuyu: "Again, thanks for accepting my invitation. I was not expecting you will but... I'm glad I made you to do it.", She murmured as she stroked her right arm to help her feel less anxious.

She couldn't help but smile broadly when she finally had the chance to do this after receiving a call from Chaeyoung informing her that you would allow her to speak this time.

YN: "And I hope I won't regret it. I came here, hoping I'm not wasting my time here... so you better be." Your tone became serious as you said all of those to Tzuyu with still your straight face. Tzuyu then became alarmed.

Tzuyu: "I promise, you won't." She stated. She was secretly hoping that what you're going to hear wouldn't convince you to reconsider coming here. She is aware that what she did was difficult to accept and forgive, but right now, all she really wants is for you to comprehend.

A short while later, Mr. Kwon reappears holding two glasses and an orange juice jug. As we started to take some glass to relieve our thirst, we turned to face him with appreciative eyes.

Mr. Kwon: "Enjoy your drinks."

Tzuyu: "Thanks, Mr. Kwon."

Mr. Kwon: "Now go take your time together, I'll be going outside." Mr. Kwon heads outside, leaving the two of you to start their long awaited conversation. You took a sip of the juice first and taste it's sweetness before finally able to start talking.

YN: "Chaeyoung told me I should listen to you, about your reason... which I didn't heard from you completely since you left me." You said to her. Still the sharpness and the small grunts between those words remains whenever you speak about it. Every time you recalled the event that altered the bond and level of intimacy between the two of you, it caused Tzuyu to observe that you are still maintaining this boiling blood more.

YN: "I didn't want to let you, actually, because the anger and pain I feel whenever I hear your name that brings back what you did to me that night still remains on me." You finally mentioned what Tzuyu is observing from you, making it wrech her heart slightly since she's literally hearing it from you time.

YN: “Now we're here alone, i'm giving you the freedom to say all what you want for me to understand. And don't worry, I promised to Chaeyoung that I will control myself.” You said, patting your middle chest as your way to point out yourself to her.

Tzuyu: "O-okay..."

YN: "So tell me with all honesty, what really happened that night? Did you really do it?" You prepared to listen intently to this beautiful tall woman with brown hair who was once yours by crossing your arms and leaning back on the couch. Tzuyu chose to sit on the opposite side from you because she could sense your anticipation as you stared at her.

Tzuyu: "I didn't cheated on you, YN. I-it was my parents who made me look like I did it." She slightly avoided your gaze and tilted her head sideways as she said that next sentence.

YN: "Wait, what? How could they do that? You asked her in disbelief, immediately made you furrow your eyebrows and squint your eyes at her in confusion.

YN: "There's no way. Th- they... But, they are- they approve about us-wait what's going on? Tzuyu?"You spoke while making certain gestures that made it clear how astonished and perplexed you were by what Tzuyu had told you. You were simply tapping your forehead or rubbing your temple while gazing in every other direction. Tzuyu: "It was just an act, YN. We thought they support our relationship but I found out that no. They didn't at all." She said,shaking her head as her tone goes lower and lower, showing a glimpse of how much that revelation affected her painfully.

Tzuyu: "It hurts me when they can just say it all too easy that they were just pretending to make me happy even though they only made it worse." She said, her starting to have some cracks. She heaved a huge sigh after.

YN: T-then what did they do? You asked her curiously. You haven't even noticing to yourself that after you listened to her so far, your fists are clenching hard and your teeths are slightly grinding at each other. Then suddenly the image of that moment where you first entered Tzuyu's house and met her parents with all smiles but mixed with nervouness appeared in your mind.

You just can't believed not only did they fooled Tzuyu at that night, but you too.

Tzuyu: “They just unfolded the masks they're wearing that time to me one day. I was in all confusion that time, it's like they're not my parents I'm talking with.” She said as she started to get some flashbacks when she remembered how they said it to her in an instant that they were actually against you for their daughter while she's just staring at them in disbelief, shock and pain.

Tzuyu: "They went straight talked to me about this... plan of theirs for our business, saying that they set me for an arranged marriage."

YN: "Huh?" You looked at her even more intently as you slowly moved yourself away from leaning at the back of the couch to sit and place your both arm on the top of your knees.

Tzuyu: "It was their strategy to built a stronger bond and more successful future between the companies my family and the other one they're friends with. I said no, ofcourse." She said as she even managed to let out a small smile beforr quickly faded away when she looked at you after. Your heart became touched when you learned that Tzuyu somehow tried to be against their will and prefer each other's true love for each other.

Tzuyu: "I can't let that happen when I'm literally in love with you back then. And the way how I look at my parents who are loving, caring and supportive to me all changed in a snap when they said no and even threatened both of us that they will ruin our lives with their power." She said while staring at the expensive purple colored carpet laid beneath her. She remembers how it looked they just compleely changed personality in front of her that up to this day, the parents she once knew never came back then. Her father was pointing at her with all strictness while threatening her aboit you with his deep menacing voice.

YN: "So... what did you do? You said yes?"

Tzuyu: "I'm sorry. I didn't want it at all, I have no other choice YN. I was afraid." She started to get choked in her shsky breaths as the streams of tears finally started to get out of her eyes. You felt sorry instead of being angry about her decision because you can clearly see in her eyes how much she was forced to do what she thinks is not good to follow at all.

Tzuyu: "I can't go with you being miserable. I don't want to be a burden with you." She shook her head while having this crying expression in her face. You gulped hardly as the emotions are starting to get you too.

YN: "What are you saying, Tzu? I was your boyfriend, you know I should do everything for my woman and that's my part." You said to her while she's crying. Your voice is trembling even more.

YN: "You will never gonna be like that to me because every thing I'll do for you will always gonna be worth it because... I'm doing it for the one I love. It's simple as that." You managed to show some softness in your voice as you also started to release the first set of your teardrops flowing down to your cheeks.

YN: "But I can't blame you. You needed to maintain the precious life your family was giving to you. Who am I to reject it too, I was only loving you... but they're the one who raised you. You heaved a sigh.

YN: "So what happened next?"

Tzuyu: "After I accept, they were about happy about it. Ofcourse, they don't care if I'm against it, they were just thinking about their selves after all. I met the son of the family they're friends with, where they set me up to be his girlfriend and future wife.” Although she was hesitant to tell you about her first meeting with the man who would become her fiancé because she feared it would offend you further, she had to do it for the sake of the truth. As for you, your heart is suddenly filled with the bittersweet emotion she had imagined. Her thoughts had come true. When Tzuyu mentioned that she fought for the two of you, your heart grew fonder. However, as soon as she revealed that her controlling parents helped her find the "selected and rightful" lover to be with, your heart began to weaken.

Tzuyu: "That's the start where I stopped meeting you because they won't let me anymore... but still, myself who's deeply in love with you still tried to go and say goodbye to you, only for me to end up failing over and over again until they completely had enough of it. I just realized that the more I keep fighting for us, the more I spread us away from each other." She recalled how her mother had smacked her in the face when she had tried to contact you and your pals via her phone in order to learn more about you. Unfortunately, you damaged your phone number at the time and had to replace it when you were devastated to learn that she had moved to the United States with her reported boyfriend.

After that, her father took her phone and deleted all of the contacts with the people Tzuyu had grown close to, including you.

Tzuyu: "We moved to States, along with my fiancé's family. That's the time I finally lost every special person in my life. They started their goal for the company and us, even though I know they're just doing it for the business. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you as what everyone say." Tzuyu recalled the periods when she had to attend every gathering or meeting to discuss a variety of issues related to the future of their business and her position within the company once the marriage had eventually been finalized. Every time she was in those situations, she was itching to plug her ears so she wouldn't have to listen to any of the nonsense or meaningless stuff they said.

Tzuyu: "Even if I'm away back then and when were not together, I still manage to try link us back together where I want to immerse myself in the afterglow of our memories." Before that cruel end you two faced and met that shattered everything for the two of you, you two gazed at each other and then began to reminisce all of the wonderful memories you two had made just for each other. You felt a little bit relieved about it.

Tzuyu: " Then I tried to think of ways to stop this madness I'm living in and reconnect with you again, so I thought of some plans to do so."

YN: "How did you made it back here in Korea?"

Tzuyu: Because of my fiancé, Taehyung. But don't get it wrong, he helped me because we both share the same opinion and plans about what our families doing. You raised your eyebrow at that.

Tzuyu: "I learned that he's not even interested at all too and he doesn't like me because he has someone else with him, but just like me... he had to let him go to protect him."

YN: "Him?" You confusedly asked.

Tzuyu: "Well, Taehyung is actually gay and he has a boyfriend named Jungkook that's why." You formed an "o" shape with that info. Tzuyu relates to your reaction but hers was even more shocking as she gasped when Taehyung said that to her during their conversation. He even showed a picture of them together to show how much he's proud and love him so much while he's introducing Jungkook to her.

YN: "Where is he now? Are you two still close?"

Tzuyu: "Yup, he's living with him as of now. He sometimes visit here to check on me which I do the same."

YN: "Oh okay." With that, your thoughts and impressions about Tzuyu's fiancé who turned out to be her friend Taehyung suddenly changed in a snap. Instead of being irritated and fuming with anger, you even wanted to thank him for helping and supporting Tzuyu about going away from her family whom at once, she looked up into.

YN: "What about your each other's parents?"

Tzuyu: "We have no other option but to finally choose the right thing to do, which is to end our connections with them. They're still arrogant and selfish, and we're tired of dealing with it so with the combined courage of me and Taehyung, we decided to leave them and finally focus on each other's interest again." She recalled the commotion that ensued when she and Taehyung clashed with their families, who were furious with them for trying to terminate their agreements and quit the company permanently.

Tzuyu: "And that leads me back to you, YN. Because I still love you till this day. And right now, at this very moment... I take this opportunity to say the only words I could give for you after everything we've been through. I'm sorry. For everything.” Her whole body is trembling as the tears started to overflow again in her reddish eyes.

Tzuyu: "I hope you can forgive me. I did my best to convince you with the truth you've been wanting to know so please, believe me." You two fell into a silent space. You didn't need to repeat everything Tzuyu said to your mind just to process what you heard from her. You completely understood all and... it was all clear and reasonable. It satisfied you. The longing of seeing and searching for the truth well for you, it finally paid off.

So with that said, you must give her what she deserves after taking this chance bravely just to end your nightmares once and for all.

You stood up and Tzuyu got surprised and shocked when she felt the couch sinked more due to the increased weight. Now you were sitting beside her and without any further breaks, you grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards you to cuddle. She even lets out a loud sobs in your shoulder as you started to get teared up too.

YN: "I forgive you, Tzu." You breathily said to her. Tzuyu's cries became quite mixed with joy and success when she heard that.

YN: "And I'm sorry too. I should've remained fighting for the two of us back, even if I join and suffer with you. I instead chose to be completely blinded by the lies I received from everyone. Such a shame for me to realize that I was the one who actually let go instead of you, now knowing that after all this time you're still attached to me and I don't. I wasn't the only victim here at all." You said as you couldn't imagine the additional suffering and deprivation that Tzuyu had to go through in order to reconnect with you and return to your arms, while you, on the other hand, were able to leave her without much thought after being quickly tricked and manipulated by the lies her parents told. You did this because you believed that she had done the same thing through the "cheating" revelation even though, in reality, she had not been caught.

YN: "God, I feel so angry with myself." You started to pull your hair in frustration, but Tzuyu took your hand away and put it back within hers to prevent you from injuring yourself. Your hold on her body tightened, but she didn't feel any pain from it; only safe and securedness. "I... I thought of you wrong, Tzuyu. I really do. I just let myself blinded by the lies completely and not remained my focus at our love for each other. You know, if I didn't, I could've done everything to find and save you. So, Tzuyu... do you forgive me too?"You asked her to receive the same thing you wanted to know from her after the own fault you shared to her which you were clueless that you don't even need to do those all along.

Tzuyu: "Y-yes... Yes, I do YN." You felt her head move as she nodded. "I m-missed you so much, YN. T-thank you. You don't know how much I needed this so bad... to be with you again." She said in between sobs that despite her tears getting your clothing wet and stained, you continued to soothe her despite this. After, you gave a sweet smile.

YN: "Same, Tzuyu. Welcome back. I missed you, too."Both of you took a moment to savor each other's warm embrace, something you hadn't had in a while, and then you two became silent. Tzuyu quietly freed herself from your arms, satisfied.

Tzuyu: "Sorry if I was hugging you too long." She said, embarrassed.

YN: "Aish, Tzuyu. No need to apologize for that. I'm not complaining at all." Tzuyu shivered at your gestures as you reached into your pocket for a handkerchief and gently cleaned her tear-stained face.

YN: "This closure of us today made us feel really good, isn't it? Our problems that's been haunting our minds for 2 years has finally swept away because of this moment." You said as you keep on erasing all the wetness in her face to slowly regain her fixed look after being ruined by her sobs.

Tzuyu: "And we should thank Chaeyoung really bad for this. She's the one who actually made us link back together." She said, both of you went to chuckle.

YN: "Well, Chaeyoung is our loyal friend. She said she doesn't want this mess to last longer so... yeah. She really did made me want to talk to you." You shrugged.

Tzuyu: "By the way, about what I heard about Chae... are you okay? For sure, your breakup with-"

As soon as you realized she had brought up that subject as your next topic together, you stopped her. You interrupted her and gave her the honest answer to her inquiry since you didn't want to talk about it any longer.

YN: “We're all good now, Tzu. She's with someone else she thinks who's better than me and I'm happy for her.” You gave her a small smile. "Although the way how she ended our relationship still breaks my heart until now. ", and your grin changed into a fake one as you said that.

Tzuyu: "I'm sorry to hear that, YN. But I'm glad you're doing your best to move on.", she gave you a cheerful and sweet smile, expanding her fluffy pinkish cheeks. You appreciated her kind words. "So... uhh, do you mind if we go for a house trip?"

YN: "Oh sure, no problem.", then both of you stood up from the couch and started walking around to roam the insides of Tzuyu's humble abode. "Your place is great by the way. Did you bought these?"

Tzuyu: "Yup but Taehyung contributed a bit. Part of his help which I can't decline anymore cause he hated it.", you let out an "oh".

YN: "How much is this?", you said as you looked upwards to the huge ceiling of the lobby where a long curvy staircase that leads to the second floor placed beside.

Tzuyu: "Why? You're gonna buy it?", she joked , scoffing and smirking at you.

YN: "Yah, you really think I'm rich as you?", you chuckled, which earned a laughter coming from her. "Hell nah, I own a doughnut shop as a business yet still I can't afford to improve it.", you scratched your nape.

Tzuyu: "I can help you if you want?", she glanced sidewards at you.

YN: "No, it's fine. Keep it to yourself. Use it to something important to you.", you shyly declined, feeling embarassed that you are just gonna make her spend money for you which you don't even know if you can repay it back.

Tzuyu: "That's why I'm offering it to you. You're important to me, YN.", she looked at you straight in the eye. It caught your attention because of how bright and sparkling its black orbs were as they stared at you as though trying to captivate and draw you into the black hole. She was pouting at you as well, which made her even cuter.

YN: "Well that's sweet. But, are you really sure about this?", you worriedly asked her.

Tzuyu: "Mmhhmm. I only need an answer.", she nodded as she is still looking at you seriously, waiting for what she wanted to hear.

YN: "Okay, then it's a yes.", you sighed.

Tzuyu: "Good, just tell me whenever you need it.", she grinned brightly at you which you did the same and you nodded. You were feeling thankful for Tzuyu at this blessing. "By the way, we bought this for around 1.30 billion won."

YN: "Wow.", you gasped.

Tzuyu: "So, let's start. Well, here's my-",and the two of you immediately began touring the house. Tzuyu gave you a tour of all the rooms and spaces in this building. With each of these, there is no longer anything to say save "expensive, spectacular, orderly, and fashionable.

Tzuyu: "And lastly, this is my garden.", she opened the glass slide door, revealing a huge garden maze covered entirely with snow. A fountain can also be seen in the center.

YN: "Wow. It almost looks like a park.", you described the place as you roam your eyes around while having your jaws dropped.

Tzuyu: "This is where I mostly come when I want to relax. I do love being in bed but still nothing can beat the refreshing feeling of breathing in a fresh air, right?", she said as she placed her entangled hands behind her back.

YN: "Facts."

Tzuyu: "I also planted some of my favorite flowers here but sadly so far it's being covered in snow.", she frowned. She stepped forward near a bush that's been covered by snow and took a handful of it.

YN: "I can come here again when the winter's over though.", you said to her.

Tzuyu: "Promise?", she looked up at you, her face enlightened when she heard that this will not gonna only a one-time visit.

YN: "Promise.", you said, grinning at her as you observed her giggling with delight as she did one of the things you loved about her the most, particularly when you two were dating. She always enjoys adorably shaking her body while raising her hands just above her jawline and grinning hugely.

Then, all of a sudden, you two heard music coming from inside. Since it is definitely being played on the speaker, both of you can still hear it to some extent because it was fairly loud.

Tzuyu: "It's Mr. Kwon who did it. Hehe, he loves music that's why.", she explained what we just noticed.

YN: "Take On Me huh? He does have a great taste.", you said as you slowly bopped your head to the song's groovy pace and rhythm. Your body then started to synchronize and connect with the way your head was moving after that.

Tzuyu: "What are you doing?", she hilariously asked you as she watched you dance.

YN: "Cmon, it's impossible not to dance with this song.", you said as you continued moving your body to follow the flow of this masterpiece you're listening with her "Join me.", you offered her your free hand and she shyly accepts, now each other's hands are holding one another. You can feel to each selves that your hands are quite shaking due to nervousness and awkwardness slowly building up to each other.

You didn't mind it instead as you started to groove more and unshameful showed Tzuyu some funny moves of yours while dancing.

Tzuyu: "Oh my god, what do you call those moves? HAHAHAH", she looked at you as if she's judging your apperance disgustingly and puzzedly.

YN: "I don't know, it's so unique that I don't even have a name for it yet.", you faked a laughed and winked at her, not being aware that you made her blush while she rolled her eyes at your pun.

As the song about to end, you grabbed Tzuyu's arms and then spinned together with smile on each other's faces.

You both got dizzy, Tzuyu crashed onto your body. Now your distance with her just an inches away from each other.

Tzuyu: "You dummy... what's with the spin?!", she lightly hits you with her hand to your chest while having her eye largened at what you just did. "God, my head is like going upside down.", she grabbed both sides of her head and kept it still as her way to regain her balance.

YN: "HAHAHAH sorry, I just wanted to do it.", you fakedly apologized to her by the way you let out that laugh in the beginning.

Tzuyu: "You really love to tease me aren't ya?", she glared at you and furrowed her eyebrows. Now her hands were curled and formed like a ball as she placed it on each sides of her waists.

YN: "No i'm not!", you tried to fight back but Tzuyu just hits you with her hand sending a bit of a tingling feeling in the skin of your shoulder.

YN: "Hey, what's that for?", you confusedly asked her.

Tzuyu: "That's for making me dizzy!"

YN: "Alright alright I already said sorry okay? Stop being mad at me you giant Yoda. You okay? ", you asked her what's wrong whe she just halted in front of you while keeping her sight at your face. You didn't even tell that her gaze was secretly going down to stare at your lips until what she did next send chills down to your spine.

Tzuyu immediately kissed you in the lips and went away with a pop sound. You just stood there, clueless what did she just do to you.

YN: "T-Tzuyu?", you mumbled while still standing like a statue.

Tzuyu: "Sorry, I-I just wanted to do it too.", she said as she flipped back some strands of her hair behind her ear. She raised her head again and looked at you. She placed her hands as her fingertips tracing the smooth texture of your face as you keep on watching her while she spoke to you.

"YN... I love you. I still do. You never left my heart and mind even if I'm away from you.I hope you don't mind that I'm gonna do my best to make you love me again the same as before. I'm just retrieving back the one thing that was taken from me which I never lost in the first place.", she said to you her confession and then gave you a heartwarming smile that is close enough to that level of sweetness Tzuyu always gave to you before every single day whenever you two meet.

Even though you are happy at this callbacks, it was then mixed once again with sadness, worried and anxious.

YN: "I'm not completely ready to be in love again with somebody else, Tzu. My heart is not entirely well yet. So if you can wait, I appreciate the patience.", you said, hoping for her to understand.

Tzuyu: "Don't worry, then I'll just spend my time also waiting by helping you heal your heart.", She smiled at you and put her hand on your chest to feel the rise and fall of your skin caused by the beats of your heart, which was once only sync in rhythm with hers.

You gave her a grateful smile. Then you heard the alarm on your watch go off. It appears that you glanced at it to check the time and felt alarmed when you saw it.

YN: "Oh uhm, I need to go. I still have a scheduled meeting to attend with.", you excused yourself to her as you about to take a leave now in her place.

Tzuyu: "Sure.", she nodded. The two of you went back inside the house and walked towards back to the front door.

Tzuyu: "Thank you so much again for the time we had today, YN. It completed my day already.", she grabbed your hand and gently patted the top of it.

YN: "Same as well, Tzu. I'm glad we're finally all too well now. More memories to come for us!", she nodded in glee. You invited her for another hug which she accepts before you finally stepped out of her house.

Tzuyu: "Bye!!! Be safe!", you waved your hand at her as you and Mr. Kwon entered the car once again and drove back to your place.

Tzuyu: "God, I love him so much.", she murmured to herself while she's pressing the hand she used to squeeze and pat your hand in her chest and let her heartbeat vibrates onto it.

----------------------

It's been an hour after Mr. Kwon dropped you off back in your house after staying in Tzuyu's mansion. You thanked him for his service which he gladly appreciated.

You took some rest inside your place before suiting up again because you have another scheduled meeting with someone else and now, you're with this woman who waited in front of your house for you to come out and both travel through the shop.

Bang Chan: "Yo boss! Who is this?", Chan asked you as he noticed already the elegant figure of this woman standing beside you.

YN: "Our new baker in the shop.", you smirked at your joke.

Mina: "E-ehh?", she startled in confusion at your words. You just laughed a little along with Bang Chan then she playfully pushed you slightly away from her.

YN: "Just kidding, I know you still prefer to be a doctor.", you said between your laughter. "Anyways, meet my friend Myoui Mina. Mina, this is Christopher Bang or as what I and we around here call him, Bang Chan. He's my trusted friend and manager of the shop.", you said as you introduced the two of them together at each other.

Bang Chan: "Nice to meet you, noona!", he offered a handshake to her which she accepts.

Mina: "Nice to meet you too!"

YN: "I brought her here for some... private baking class.", you explained to Chan about the reason why Mina's following and sticking beside you.

Bang Chan: "Ahh, I see. Have fun you two!", you just nodded and gave him a fistbump. You and Mina then went ahead to the kitchen at the back.

YN: "So welcome to my beloved kitchen.", you said as you showed her your crowded kitchen, where your bakers were calmly preparing some pastries to bake. You name it: cake, donuts, and various bread varieties. Some are also preparing coffee and other beverages that customers outside have ordered.

Mina: "Woah it looks so clean. You do really are complete with the equipments.", she said in admiration while looking around the place.

YN: "Told you. So... hey, shall we start baking? ", you looked at her and you saw her respond with a nod.

The two of you started baking the first product came up in your mind: a one layered small cake. After the long process of preparing, building and designing it, the two of you finished and both presented each others work.

YN: "And there you have it. Our one layered caramel cake for today's lesson.", you patted off the flour and other mess in your hands as you looked proudly at your work placed beside Mina's.

Mina: "The difference of the way our cakes appear.", She chuckled as she looked back and forth between your cake and hers, noticing the obvious difference between them: Hers has a slightly less smooth texture and a slightly out-of-place structure.

YN: "It's fine. You're still a beginner anyways. Honestly, you did great on designing the layers huh. Not bad.", you said, nodding while pouting your lower lip to express how impressed you were.

Mina: "Thanks.", she blushed at your comment.

YN: "But let's find out how does it taste.", You then reached for your fork and took a mouthful of Mina's caramel cake after carefully picking a slice with it. Mina is simply watching you nervously while you evaluate and make a silent decision about how you will assess the cake's flavor as you consume it.

Mina: "How's it?", she asked you as you finally finished swallowing the slice you chewed.

YN: "It was good, delicious. Still lacking with something but anyways you just started learning today so I'll give it 8/10 overall.", you said, smiling at her.

Mina: "Yay! I really tried not to disappoint you.", she said happily, raising her fists then she gave a small clap as she enjoyed your reaction to her work.

YN: "And congrats, you didn't.", after you just finished your words, all of you inside the kitchen heard some shouting from the dining section of the shop outside. You and Mina furrowed each others eyebrows, confused at what's happening there.

YN: "What the-"

Mina: "That's coming from outside."

YN: "Yeah I can tell it...", Bang Chan then ran inside and approached you and Mina with a panic on his face.

Bang Chan: "BOSS! WE HAVE A PROBLEM.", That alone is an indication that true chaos is occurring and needs to be immediately put to an end. You, Mina, and Bang Chan instantly left the kitchen.

YN: "W-what's going on here?!", you loudly asked as you walked near along with Bang Chan at the one you spotted which was a customer and your employee staring off at each other with pure upset and anger displayed in their faces. Mina on the other hand, stayed near at the cashier to just watch what's going on right now.

Customer: "YOUR STUPID EMPLOYEE HERE ACCIDENTALLY POURED ME A DRINK!!!", she then showed to you the large stain of smoothie in her shirt. Bang Chan formed an "o" on his mouth while you quickly gazed over your employee who seems all unbothered at what he did to your customer.

Employee: "I'M SORRY OKAY? I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU ANOTHER ONE SO THAT YOU CAN SHUT UP AND STOP CRYING ABOUT IT.", he said back, apologizing at her but in a rude way still. You were just stunned at how disgusting the behavior of your employee just showed to everyone.

Bang Chan and Mina: "Wow.", the only word they both used to react.

Customer: EXCUSE ME?

YN: "Wonpil?! What did you just said to her?", you asked her with an animalistic grunt mixed in the tone of your voice as you started to get upset and irritated at the attitude of your employee which name revealed to be Wonpil.

Wonpil: "I didn't know you were kinda deaf too, boss. Too bad, I don't want to repeat again.", he just lets out a huff of air. Your lips started to twitch in displeasure.

YN: "You better watch your damn mouth while talking to me.", You glared angrily at him while giving him the death stare. You hoped he wouldn't try to push you away because you were somewhat concerned about what may happen if you were brought by your provoke.

Bang Chan: What the hell is wrong with y- wait... why do you have an alcohol smell?", he asked as he stepped forward closely to Wonpil and grabbed his arm tightly to warn him, which made him notice something.

Customer: "Wow. Do you let this type of behavior of your employee to continue doing a service in your business, mister?", your customer asked you in disbelief as all you can do is to look at her back, feeling ashamed at yourself for this idiot beside you.

YN: "N-no. I deeply am sorry, miss. I really didn't know about this.", you apologetically said to the customer.

Bang Chan: "He's saying the truth, maam. In fact, this one right here just started his shift late and... didn't even bother to talk to me.", he then gave a sharp glare at Wonpil who's still standing calmly and containing himself not to get whole irritated at the combined complaint of his fault. "Well uhm, how about this-" Bang Chan starts making suggestions to the customer, who thankfully accepts it. After the customer had left with a new t- shirt gave by Bang Chan, you gestured for everyone to continue eating an apologized for the disturbance caused by your drunk employee. You pulled Wonpil with you through your office to talk with him. Mina just watched and got worried at the seriousness of your expression while Bang Chan just silently followed you.

YN: "What you did back there earlier is clearly very rude, irresponsible and most notably such a very unacceptable behavior you showed earlier.", you said as you keep slamming your hand onto the desk. " What the hell are you thinking, Wonpil? You're drunk in alcohol and even dared to show up here in my shop, even worse... late? That's it.", you faced him, trying to dig his soul deep down to the bottom of the ground at your intimidating stare.

"Because of what you did today that effectively broke some rules here, you're fired."

Wonpil: "W-wait, boss. D-don't fire me please. I-i'm sorry... m-my rent owner is already about to kick me out of the apartment so that's why I drink-"

YN: "I understand your problem but seriously, you don't even need to bring it also here, cause also a bigger problem and affect my shop's reputation with it.", you pointed to the outside then pinched and massaged the top of the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry but you should pack your things and get out.", you gestured for him to go away.

Wonpil: "N-no... No WAIT! BOSS! NO... PLEASE DON'T! I NEED THIS JOB!", he started to change back and make his disgusting behavior he showed earlier to disappear just to convince you to give him a chance still. But you just completely refuse, you do not tolerate this kind of action from any of your employee... even if Bang Chan also who is your friend.

Bang Chan: "Don't worry about him, boss. I got this. Focus back on Mina there.", he whispered to you and gestured his head to Mina who is curiously looking at waiting for you at one of the seats.

YN: "Thanks, Chan.", you smiled which Chan just replied with a nod. You walked back to approach the elegant penguin sitting alone.

Mina: "Hey."

YN: "Hi. Uhh, sorry for the mess back there. I made you wait.", you embarassingly apologized to Mina. Right at the moment, Bang Chan called the guards to escort Wonpil out of the shop.

Mina: "It's fine. You made me impressed anyways on how great of a boss you are.", the two of you chuckled. "You did the right thing."

YN: Thanks. Well that's my job anyways. I should take care both my customers and employees.", you smiled confidently at her which made her admire you secretly at your kind-hearted personality. "Shall we go now?"

Mina: "O-okay."

You two exit the shop and drive away with your car. After minutes of travel, you two finally reached Mina's house.

YN: "I hope you enjoyed today, Mina.", you said after you stopped exactly in front of her residence.

Mina: "I did.", she gave you her gummy smile. What happened next is that she fall and halted at your stare to her which made her remember again the another reason of having her time with you today.

She's gonna confess her feelings to you. She wants to try, and it doesn't matter to her if the outcome breaks her heart; after all, it's simply karma for her to think and believe since you admitted to her back in high school that she had you go through the same thing when she rejected yours. Mina: "Uhm, YN..."

YN: "Hmm?", you reacted at her mention of your name.

Mina: "I... l-.... I lo-"

YN: "Are you okay?", you worriedly asked her.

Mina: "I- I... I loved the cake we made. " ,she sighed internally.

YN: "Me too. Don't worry, we'll bake more next time.", you grinned at her. She opened the door quickly and peeked at the window from outside.

Mina: "T-thanks, YN!"

YN: "You too, Mina!", You bid her farewell by waving. You restarted your car's engine and drove back to the store, leaving Mina home alone to enter. She forcefully tangles her hair as she shuts the door, hitting her forehead repeatedly out of frustration.

Mina: "AGH WHY I CAN'T SAY IT TO HIM!", she said with a groan while stomping in annoyance at her failed confession for you. ---------------------------

(THE NEXT DAY)

You entered JYP Entertainment and went to the receptionist lady to ask your concern.

Lady Receptionist: "Good morning, sir! Welcome to JYP Entertainment, how can I help you?"

YN: "Hello, good morning. I'll just deliver this to Ms. Im Nayeon. Where is the Madonna Dance Practice Room here?", you asked as you showed to her a box of doughnuts you're holding.

Lady Receptionist: "At the 5th floor, right hallway, second room sir.", she stated the direction where your meeting place with Nayeon is.

YN: "Thank you.", you bowed your head a little to the receptionist to show gratitude and respect for her service.

The elevator took you to the fifth story, where it then turned you into the right hallway. A white door with a picture of Madonna and the name "Madonna Dance Room" printed above it appeared next. After you knocked, the door opened to show Nayeon, who was dressed in a basic t-shirt, black leggings, and white Fila shoes. She appears to be practicing right now based on how sweaty she is.

YN: "Hello.", you smiled at her.

Nayeon: "Oh YN! You're finally here!", She quickly pressed her body into yours, which you gratefully embraced as a hug. Although she may be perspiring, her aroma is unbelievably pleasant. It smelled like a cross between baby powder and perfume.

YN: "Here's your doughnuts.", you showed her clearly the box of doughnuts you're holding. She then grinned, showing her bunny teeth.

Nayeon: "Thank you! You can come in!", she stepped aside, giving you the way inside.

YN: "Sure."

Nayeon: "How's your day?", she asked you as she grabbed the bag placed on top of the cabinet.

YN: "Fine, had a problem at the shop yesterday but I figured it all out now.", you said after taking a seat at one of the average sized black couch available here.

Nayeon: "Why what happened there?", she curiously asked.

YN: "Fired an employee. Improper behavior reasons."

Nayeon: "Oh... okay.", she nodded. She then lend to you her money as her payment for the doughnuts she ordered. You tooked it and thanked her.

Nayeon: "Ooh your doughnuts are mouth watering, YN! Does it have new flavors here?", she said as she started opening the box, revealing many different types and designs of freshly baked doughnuts inside.

YN: "None so far. I'll about to add some next week but if you want to try it, i'll give it to you."

Nayeon: "Ofcourse I want some. Just inform me okay?"

YN: "Okay.", You gave her a smile. After checking anything on your phone for a while, you unexpectedly failed to notice Nayeon's approaching presence. She was standing in front of you when you turned to look at her and saw the doughnut she was holding out to you.

Nayeon: "Do you want some?"

YN: "I'm good. It's all yours, Nayeon.", you respectfully rejected her offer.

Nayeon: "Okayyy~", she then took a bit on it, presenting to you how a bunny eats a doughnut. You can see her pinchable chubby cheeks rising every chew she makes.

YN: "What is your schedule right now?"

Nayeon: "Dance choreo practice so far. Preparing for my upcoming album. Do you want to see it?", she bounced her eyebrows.

YN: "Oh, okay. Sure. It's a pleasure for me to be the first one outside the company who'll know about it.", you sheepishly smiled.

Nayeon: "Well then. Just zip your mouth and enjoy what you'll see, okay?", she smirked, patting your head and left a pinch on your cheek as she went onto her cellphone to play her song that's being kept as a single so far to the public, especially to her fans.

She then went to the center of the room and started dancing in front of you, who's not aware that the concept of Nayeon's upcoming comeback is actually sexy.

Nayeon did some of the moves with more flow to tease you. She crawled to the floor, spin her head to make her hair fly in the air and look at you seductively; earning a huge gulp from you.

She turned back and squatted, then glanced at you as she rotated her head sideways and swayed her hips while showcasing her perfectly round shaped ass. It feels like you're burning inside the room but the temperature is not even cold since it has an aircon turned on. Well, all you can blame is this friend and ex-girlfriend of yours who's dancing dangerously and so attractingly to impress you; not knowing that she's performing it with all her best to flirt with you.

She laid on the floor sexily, her front body met the surface and then banged her fist repeatedly on the floor while her waist and ass are going up and down in the air.

Dude, you just wanna say goodluck already to the public and to her fans already when Nayeon released her performance video of this upcoming singles of her. You can barely contain the hotness of this lady in front you, how could the others who admire her as an idol won't do the same too?

After she danced, the song finished and you were just left completely speechless at what you just saw.

Nayeon: "Well, did you liked it YN?~", she asked in a singsong tone while she's in the middle of her catching of breath due to how quite of exhausting her choreo is.

YN: "I-it's great. Wow... I didn't know that's the other s-side of yours I'll be seeing.", you chuckled nervously, trying to contain your embarassment and unstable self right now.

Nayeon: "Sorry. I just thought it would be better if I turn it into a surprise you know, since it's you I'm the one whom I'll be showing it into... and the only one I'll be willing to do it the most too~", she chuckled and even bite her lower lip at you. You were starting to ask rapid questions of why? in your head. The first one is definitely being "why is she being like this to you right now?".

She walked towards you and stood beside you. Nayeon: "You're going all red now, YN.", she cupped your chin and turned your face to hers.

YN: "S-sorry... I'm just so embarassed right now. I'm not really used into this.", you said as you try to avoid Nayeon's alluring gaze. Your heartbeat is starting to increase rapidly.

Nayeon: "Well I could make you try more if you'll... let.. me~ ", then your eyes widened as Nayeon starts to push her face closer and closer onto yours, going in now to attempt for a kiss. You remembered exactly the time when she just left you out of nowhere with a peck on your cheek during the school's event and left you wondering what was that for?

And now the question reappeared in your mind but now that she's being obvious already, it looks like you kinda now what could be the answer.

YN: "Nayeon... the kiss you did last time means something, isn't it?", you asked her, stopping her from successfully connecting her lips to yours. She opened her eyes and wandered her sight around your own pair.

Nayeon: "Mmmhmm... you noticed it now don't you? Yes, it does. And it's funny how that's the one I'd able to make you realize what I feel for you even though since the very first time we met again at the shop, it was there all along.", she said to you as her hand went to your hair and started stroking it. You got it right now that she do have keeping a secret to you, and that centered most about her feelings for you.

Nayeon: "My love for you, YN. I want to try to bring back what we had before... to try fix my mistakes, to get what I want... to show how could we become better this time.. but too bad, I know I can't. You're already taken. I'm not the type of person who ruins relationships.", her expression turned serious as she lets out a sigh of disappointment at the truth she's having a problem with.

YN: "Actually, R-ryujin and I are... over.", you said between your stutters, you don't mean any other meaning to that. You just want to clarify and correct some things to her.

Nayeon: "Eh? Really? When? What happened?", she started a streak of questions in her surprise.

YN: "A Week ago. Found someone better.", you gave her a bittersweet smile.

Nayeon: "Tsk. She just wasted a very boyfriend material like you, YN. She doesn't see your worth to the fullest.", it hit you right in the feels. Nayeon then cupped both sides of your face, looking at you with concern. "Are you fine now?"

YN: "I am."

Nayeon: "Well, good. So... uhh, about my confession..."

YN: "It's fine. Nayeon, I don't reject you.", you said, giving her a calm smile so that she can ease down the nervousness in her. "Although you can't expect any response about what are my feelings too so far. I'm...still thinking about what will happen to me when it comes to these thing. If I fall for you, will I never gonna be the same again?", you said to hee anxiously.

Nayeon: "It's fine, YN. Take your time. Don't rush. Just the fact that you finally know my unvanished love for you is enough for me already. I just hope it would turn out more than that one day, and I'll do my best this time to prove you wrong that you'll gonna be better instead when you're with me.", she assured you with a smile. "Thank you, YN."

YN: “You're welcome.", After you finished speaking to her, you noticed something that caused you to freeze in place. Nayeon begins to worry why you aren't moving, and you can see a mixture of shock and embarrassment on your face as you turn to face another direction.

Your gaze landed on the door, where Jihyo was standing there with her hair perfectly tied, donning a white jacket, gray jogging pants, and pink rubbershoes. Jihyo gazed at Nayeon while she shared the same expression with the direction at where you are gazing. She then turned away from you. You simply hoped Jihyo wouldn't have a different perspective on this.

YN: "J-jihyo?", you said her name with your trembling voice.

Nayeon: "O-oh... hi J-Jihyo...", she bowed in front her shyly.

Jihyo: Hi. S-sorry to interrupt your m-moment.", you saw her gulp. "I-i'm just shocked that you're here, YN."

YN: "I just delivered some doughnuts to Nayeon here.", you said, pointing the doughnuts placed on the couch.

Nayeon: "Y-yes."

Jihyo: "O-oh... okay. Enjoy, Nayeon.", it took her 2nd try to smile.

Nayeon: "T-thanks, Jihyo."

YN: "I'll get going now.", You replied as you swiftly rose to your feet to remove the building tension between the two, which you had seen was due to a situation that left you feeling awkward and perplexed.

In response, Nayeon simply nodded and smiled. She bowed and waved her hands in the air. Jihyo catches you as you're ready to leave the room and gives you a surprise embrace. You fail to see that Jihyo purposefully scowled at Nayeon, who was beginning to feel a little jealous of what she was seeing, before wrapping her hands tightly around your back.

Jihyo: "I miss you already.", she said with her muffled voice as her face is buried in the crook of your neck.

YN: "Aww, someone wants me to come in her place. Hmm."

Jihyo: "You got it.", you felt your neck vibrated as she chuckled.

YN: "Alright, Friday night. We'll do movie marathon."

Jihyo: "Okayyy! Be safe, okay? God, I love your scent so much.", she went away from your hug and looked at you with her gummy smile of excitement.

YN: "Bye Jihyo.", you just chuckled at her compliment of your smell.

Jihyo: "Bye, YN!"

You then finally walked away and went inside the elevator, leaving Nayeon and Jihyo alone awkwardly.

Jihyo: "F-fighting for today, Nayeon!", she looked at Nayeon, a bit troubled at what she's doing.

Nayeon: "Y-yes, you too... Jihyo.", she forcefully smiled at Jihyo. As Jihyo vanished in her sight, Nayeon's expression changed into a serious one. ------------------------------

You returned back to your shop and opened the glass door. You saw your manager Bang Chan serving a customer in the counter.

Bang Chan: "Hey, boss!", he greeted you.

YN: "Good, eveni-", you were about to greet back when suddenly both you and Chan heard someone from a distance calling your name.

Sana: "YNNNNNN!!!!!!!!", She rushed in your direction, oblivious to the looks of the customers she agitated with her loud, small-pitched voice. She tightly embraced you with her body locking into yours. Sana compressed your body so tightly that it is becoming more difficult for you to breathe.

YN: "Oh, hey S-Sana..."

Bang Chan: "Hey, sis. Take it easy. You just caught the eyes of the people here. Also, we don't want YN to die here in the shop, don't we?", he gently tapped Sana's shoulder and escorted to take out her step-sister slowly from your grasp.

Sana: "Hehe.. sorry. I MISSED YOU SO MUCHHH!!", she said as she grabbed both of your arms while jumping happily like a little kid who just treated by her parents to go to a mall in return of her good grades.

YN: "Aww I missed you too, Sha.", you can't help but to smile at how adorable she is.

Sana: "Hey, you! Give us some food. We need to talk now.", she instructed her step brother Chan portraying like a strict and intimidating boss she is.

Bang Chan: "Ooookkkaayyy maam. Sheesh.", both of you chuckled at how hilarious and bubbly Sana today. She grabbed your hand in a rush and pulled you with her to follow her.

She took the seat first and followed you with her eyes as you're about to take the seat in front of her.

Sana: "I'm really sorry if I didn't get to visit here. My schedules are really stacked up these past days and I just had here finally be able to walk around free since it's all about to be cleared up.", she said apologetically.

YN: "No worries, Sana. I won't disappear, anyways. I'll be right here, Okay? I will just be here always and you can come here to see whenever you want.", you assured her by comforting her with no worries.

Sana: "Promise you won't go, YN?", she pouted at you with her puppy eyes. Oh god, this shiba inu lookinh princess in front of you is slowly killing you with her adorable acts.

YN: "Promise."

Sana: "Aaaa you're so cute.", after that Bang Chan serves the ones Sana ordered for you both. He left you two again and you started to gain focus on Sana refilling her cup with coffee but you weren't aware that she's looking at you with her lovingly eyes.

"Anyways, let's go to the next thing why I want us to talk.", her smile starts to fade away.

YN: "Sure."

Sana: "Is that true that your girlfriend left you and broke my YN's heart?", she asked and looked at you intently, her worried expression is the first thing that's clearly visible in her right now.

YN: "Yes. But you don't need to w-", before you were about to finish her line, she interrupted you.

Sana: "Don't need to worry? YN, you don't know how BADLY I WORRIED ABOUT YOU, WHERE ALL I WANTED WAS TO JUST ESCAPE MY STAFFS THERE JUST TO COME HERE AND CHECK ON YOU!!!", her voice raised and all you had to do was look at her in shock, being perplexed as to why she started acting more differently. She seemed to be abruptly shifting her personality. It brings to memory what transpired the last time you sat and interacted with Momo here.

YN: "Sana... it's fine now, okay? I appreciate the concern. Atleast it's over now right?", you grabbed her hand and gently massaged it to calm her down.

Sana: "Yeah you're right. But i'm really sorry. It's just... I don't want anyone to hurt you. I don't want anyone to make you cry and devastate you. YN you deserved better! Not what you received from her!", You became even more concerned about her when she began to tremble since she appeared to be about to lose control of her emotions. You were anxious to assist her.

YN: "Sana... calm down. Please. Okay? Don't cry more.", She quickly nodded and sniffed, and as you continued to seem worried, the first tears started to fall from her eyes. You didn't anticipate Sana to carry this one close to her heart given your experience with sadness caused on by Ryujin's actions.

Sana: "I'm really sorry... I-I can't help it. It just hurts me so much me knowing that she disrespected your love and even broke your trust. She failed to meet my expectations for you. I just wanted you to be happy and contented with someone else... even if it breaks my heart knowing I'm not the source of it.", she said her reasons why she's acting this way. You got quite confused what does she meant at those last words.

Sana: "I can't risk seeing the one that makes me happy lose it's smile and have his world turn dark."

YN: "Sana."

Sana: "You're just that too special to me, YN. That's why I wanted the best for you, is because I simply love you.", She stated as she took your hand and gently handled it to show how she had grown to love you. You now know another explanation for why Sana was vulnerable to harm. You initially assumed that it was because she is a friend who is incredibly caring, thoughtful, vocal, and passionate and who just wants the best for the people she loves in her life.

You just shockingly faced her, while at the same time you're more confused at one thing.

YN: "W-why? Of all the guys out there why me? I just don't get it? What's with me that makes you fall in love with?"

Sana: "The way how with just everything you do, it takes my breath away. The way how we're together, it instantly make me happy and complete. I could go on and on, YN.", she tried to smile for you despite her face is being bathed with tears right now. She started to wiped it all with her tissue. "But to sum it all to up, I just love that you exist."

YN: "I'm sorry, Sana but... I can't give you any answer so far about your feelings.", you bowed your head, showing how sorry you are for doing this. You stated it carefully so that you can avoid making Sana hurt more. "You see, I'm still not fully prepared to love somebody again. I had 4 girlfriends already and what I experienced recently was already for me to be traumatized of being a failure. I'm still scared to love somebody again and if I might choose you, I don't want you to leave because I didn't became the boyfriend you wanted me to be.", you said as you connected your gaze again with Sana, showing how much you care for her.

Sana: "It's fine, YN. If that so, then let me help you face your fears. I'll show you that not every one is like her. I promise, with me... I'll do everything to prove that I deserve your love.", she said as she played again with your hands, tracing your skin with her fingertips. "I won't expect anything from you because having you near me is already enough for be to be contented."

YN: "Okay. Thank you, Sana. I admire your courage to share your feelings for me.", you just smiled at her understanding she truly is.

Sana: "Hehe did I do well, YN? My face is stained and wet with my tears.", she then laughed, changing back to the original vibe she had early when she approached you.

YN: "You still look beautiful when you cry, Sana.", you saw her blush. You didn't intended to play with her feelings, you are just being honest. "O-oh uhm by the way. Good luck too."

Sana: "Thanks, YN. Okay, let's change the topic. Are you free tomorrow?", she asked you curiously.

YN: "Eh? W-why?", you took a bite at your food.

Sana: "I just want to invite you to attend the fashion show I'm attending with. It will be held at Jeju by the way and I know it's not that near here so I asked you first if...", you didn't waited for her to finish as you gave her answer already that you know already she's expecting to have.

YN: "I'm in."

Sana: "Really? THAT'S GREAT! SEE YOU TOMORROW, YN! ", she energetically reacted.

YN: "You too, Sana.", you smiled, finally relieved that she's back to okay now after that dramatic moment you two have just now.

Sana: "As much as I want to spend time with you more, I think we should just continue this tomorrow. I should go home and rest. Bye, YN!", she bid her goodbye at you after she finished her coffee and saw some vision of herself wearing her outfit for tomorrow at the fashion show on the TV screen, which she thought that it's probably a reminder to herself that she must rest early for tomorrow.

YN: "Bye, Sana.", she stood up and went to the counter to greet her brother too.

Sana: "Channie!!! I'll be heading home now, ok? I'll prepare dinner there for you!"

Bang Chan: "Thank you, noona! Be safe!", and after that Sana finally went outside and entered her car parked in front of the shop.

You walked at the counter and watched Sana's car drive away from your shop through your glass door. Bang Chan then quickly took your attention.

Bang Chan: "She confessed isn't she?", he asked even though he's not looking at you.

YN:"Yeah, wait... you know about this?", you got surprised, raising your eyebrows at him.

Bang Chan: "Yup. She was planning it these past few days, actually."

YN: "I didn't rejected her, don't worry."

Bang Chan: "Good. I'm just glad you're giving noona a chance to make you fall for her too. She loves you so much, YN.", he smiled at you and closed the logbook he's writing at.

YN: "I know, but I'm worried for the two of us.", you sighed and slumped your shoulders.

Bang Chan: "Why?", he asked you curiously.

YN: "It's not gonna be easy for the two of us, knowing that I'm the one who's gonna decide while Sana joins the others who also doing moves now to steal my heart.", you said to him as you remembered Nayeon, Momo, Sana and Tzuyu confessing their love for you. -------------------------- (THE NEXT DAY)

You awakened early in the morning and went already to your shop which is still closed so far. You are waiting along with your car beside you, waiting for Sana to meet you again.

More than 30 minutes passed and a black van arrived in front of you. You walked near to the door, and Sana opened the tinted window to see you clearly.

Sana: "Good morning, YN!", she greeted you. It was not that full of energy since she looks like she's somewhat still sleepy after waking up early too.

YN: "Good morning too."

Sana: "You can follow our van on the way to the airport so that it's just easy for you to go.", she said to you. You just nodded while listening to her. "Oh, uhh by the way... YN let me introduce you to my friend from work who's also joining as a model for the brand we're endorsing.", she said as she turned her head to the other side looking at another mysterious figure beside her that caught your attention who may that be since that person is being covered by Sana and the darkness inside the van.

Sana: "YN, meet Kim-",

YN: "DAHYUN?!", you exclaimed her name in shock as Sana moved away a bit to reveal Dahyun, who moved forward and looked at you with disbelief and shyness in her face.

Dahyun: "YN.", she also said your name embarassingly while Sana was just left speechless as she looked at both you and Dahyun, confused how did the two of you know each other.

-🐰🐶🐀🐹🦄🐧🦅🐯🦌-

#twice #twiceau #twiceoneshots #ot9twice #kpopau #kpop oneshots #twicexreader #twicenayeon #twicejeongyeon #twice momo #twicesana #twicejihyo #twice mina #twicedahyun #twicechaeyoung #twicetzuyu

17 notes · View notes

purelyfiction · 2 years

Text

In this Life

Benedict Bridgerton x (F) Reader

Word Count: 3,033 Words

Summary: When the news of your startling engagement hits the press writings of Lady Whistledown, you find yourself in what was the worst attempt at an arranged marriage by your uncle. This leaves you preparing for a wedding you weren’t aware was occurring, three days prior to the event and a very unhappy Benedict.

Author’s Note: I’m just about writing everything these days aren’t I? I’m just genuinely in love with this distinguished gentleman - please keep season 2 spoilers out of the comments as I am waiting to watch it with my family. Thanks! 4/13/2022 Edit: since i’ve begun writing more of benedict, I will be using one (1) surname per story - unless there are continuations from the first part.

Content Warning: None?

There’d been a great deal of resentment in the house of Castleton’s. With the Lord having made arrangements for your hand in marriage. The last month that you’d spent pramenauding with Mr. Bridgerton, painting and generally enjoying each other’s company had been ruined. You’d grown beyond close in the course of the month, but with the social season coming to a close and Daphne’s own wedding, Benedict had been rather worried about a second wedding in the same season. So, he’d been waiting to propose. Then your uncle announced to the household you were to be wed that Saturday to a Sir Kaufmann, an arrangement he’d prepared months ago without any input from your mother or yourself.

In light of the events, you’d tried to find an escape. You’d once found that in painting, but now it only reminded you of Benedict. Instead you try the pianoforte. Fingers press to the keys but they’re slow, your mind drifting. Eyes find the summer lilacs outside your window, drifting in the breeze, free to move about as they wish. If only you shared the same fate. Your mother steps into the room, taking a seat on one of the few sitting chairs. “Dear, we have an appointment at the modiste this afternoon...” Your hand comes into a fist onto the keys, an awful sound leaving the instrument. Turning, you look at her, tears beginning to well.

“Mama, I do not wish to marry that man. I do not even know him! Am I meant to spend the rest of my life with him? To raise children with a man I do not know?” The woman in front of you taps the chaise next to her, inviting you to sit next to her. Quickly, you do so, her arms wrapping around you.

“My dear, had I known he was in search of a suitor, this would have gone far smoother. However, from what I hear, Sir Kaufmann is a wonderful man, a wonderful home and staff. You’ll do just fine, my darling. In time you will grow familiar. And perhaps one day you may see a sort of beauty in his company.” You pull from her, standing up.

“I won’t marry that man. I simply will not.” Starting out the door, tears still flooding your features, you call on a carriage.

You spend the remaining hours of light in the nearby park, stepping along the path you’d spent hours on with Benedict. He’d move in tandem with you, speaking about his favorite works he’s gotten to witness come through Somerset House. How he wished to have his own there one day. You voiced similar dreams, wishing and hoping to have a studio of your own one day. That your spouse would accommodate your hobby. The brunette man had made it clear that if you shared a future that you’d have a space for your work, and everything else you could possibly want for.

The conversation was filled with laughter as the two of you looked onwards at the other potential couples in the lawns with their precarious mamas and less than concerned papas. Some were fairing better than others, with groups of young men and women lingering, watching and waiting for their season to come.

You’d shared afternoons over tea and discussing anything you could - just to be in each other’s presence. Since the announcement of your sudden engagement, you’d not spoken to the second eldest Bridgerton. Many invitations had been extended, and you hoped plenty for one of the many staff members of Castleton House to inform you of a caller for you. One that did not have a distinguishing title in front of it.

Your heart ached for his presence.

Meanwhile at the Bridgerton House, while preparations for the upcoming wedding of the season were being arranged, a rather agitated Benedict sat in the drawing room sketchbook in his lap, charcoal in one hand, dirty fingers tapping on the page in thought. Eloise comes bounding into the room, looking over what seems to be an empty page. “Perhaps if you actually drew something you would not look so pained and sorrowful.” She taunts, in hopes to lift his mood from the depths it had plummeted itself into.

When the family had read of the news in the recently published Whistledown, they couldn’t believe it. From what they’d heard from their family member, the two of you were destined for one another. Two love matches in one season. Violet had been the one to sit Benedict down to speak to him about it. Eloise watched when the doors to the drawing room flew open and Benedict marched out of the house, steam all but shooting out his ears.

Anthony had to stop him from posing a duel to the man, reminding him that it was likely you hadn’t even known - let alone had a choice.

Returning to the drawing room, Benedict avoids looking at his sister as she sits down, looking at the page in hopes that something, anything, would come to mind. The only thing he could think of was the drawing he’d planned to give the jeweler. For your ring to be made. He finally forms words to speak to his sister. “Perhaps if you weren’t so nosey there’d not be something to look upon.” He reminds, and she frowns.

“Brother, you must remember that it could have been anyone who chose to propose to her. Do not let yourself be so glum about the circumstance.” She’s trying to offer any comfort she might have, well knowing that it was unlikely it would be successful. Benedict shuts the book on the table in front of him, standing abruptly and moving to the door.

“It could have been me.”

The morning of the wedding opens with your blinds, and you curse the sun. Part of you had longed for some rebuttal, some word, some fight, from the man. Every part of you thought that it had been a love match between you. So if that were the case, then where had he been?

Despite that, you’d dressed and readied yourself to meet your groom. Your husband. He’d not arrived to London until the night prior and you’d spent most of the night on your maid’s lap. You’d not wanted to bother your poor mother, who was just as upset as you were about the entire affair. Part of her had been relieved that it had been handled. But with your mother being widowed so suddenly after your birth, she’d not had any more children. No brothers to direct your future, aside from your own mother’s.

The carriage ride to the chapel was quiet, the air heavy with a tinge of sorrow. You did not dare cry, as to not ruin your rouge. If there were any positives to this day, your wedding gown was just as you’d imagined it. Such intricate beading and lacing, the embroidery was divine. Despite the short timeline, the modiste had done a phenomenal job with such little time. You had been playing with one of the beads on the dress, fingers twirling it around the string it was attached to on the dress. It probably shouldn’t be moving, however, that was not the fault of Madame Delacroix as it were yourself. The habit of fidgeting with the white pearlescent fixture had developed itself early on in the morning. It was the small bit of respite you had for the fit of emotions within you.

Constant movement comes to a slow halt as you arrive at your destination. You lift your head to look at your mother. “Mama.” It’s the softest bit of a cry. Her gloved hand lifts to grip your chin.

“I love you, my dear. You are by far the greatest gift I have been blessed with in this life. I am so beyond proud of you. There are great things in your future.” The tears in your eyes are blinked back as you pull her to your embrace. You do not wish to let go. Letting go means that you would no longer be a Castleton.

Eventually, you do, despite your great hesitance. Climbing from the carriage with assistance from the driver whom you’d known all these years, he pairs it with a smile and a compliment to you. A gracious smile before you stand upon the chapel doors. You can hear the organ practically rattle the building before you are even in the church. A deep breath before the doors open.

Each step seems to ring through the chapel with a deafening sound. The man at the end of the aisle looks upon you with a grin. He looks kind enough. However, there is a great deal of age between the two of you. In fact, he appears to be similar in age to your dear father if he were still with you and your mama. Despite that, you find yourself at the altar, ready to step into your role. As that was all this was going to be. A role in a play you never auditioned for.

The priest is speaking, introducing the two of you, yet your mind is wandering. It instead is thinking of the man who is not in front of you. It is of the evening after a ball, the halls of an empty mansion, the two of you tipsily laughing and lingering in each other’s presence. Leaning a little too closely. Fingers floating in the air at your sides, just barely in reach of the others, but not daring to touch. “You truly are the most charming of the Bridgerton men, are you not?” You’d spoken in teasing manner.

“Perhaps I am. But I suppose one must be incredibly charming in order to win the affections of such a gem as yourself.” He’d slowed to stop in that hall, letting you look to him. Benedict then took your hand, looking you in the eye. “If not for my sister’s upcoming nuptials, there would be no reason for my havering behavior. I am a fool for not acting upon my intentions, however, do not mistake my lack of questioning as uncertainty, Miss Castleton. As I said: my intentions are simply that, a thing intended, and I intend to marry you one day.” A kiss upon clothed hand to seal the promise.

Now, those gloved hands rest in the pair of a stranger. The startling comparison leaves you misty eyed, the man in front of you grips your hand softly. “Are you alright?” His voice whispers, making you look to him. You blink your tears back as the priest is reciting the words. “If there is any reason that this man and this woman are not to be wed on this day, I beg of you, please make your presence known, and your reasons for objection clear.” It is eerily quiet that follows his words. Your head shoots to the door. You wait. You pray and you wait.

“Upon these eyes-”

The chapel doors are thrown open with such a force that they hit the walls they rest on. In the doorway, backlit by the early afternoon light, a heavily panting man stands with papers in hand. “This couple may not be wed.”

Your heart sings. He steps into the church, the wedding guests looking as he takes heavy near stomps in the harrowed building. A voice is shouting at you in your mind to wipe the grin from your face but how can you?

Benedict stands, huffing mere centimetres from you, papers in a death grip as he stares down the priest. “This marriage cannot go on. These papers were forged.” A gasp ascends over the crowd, the priests eyebrows furrow.

“On what grounds?” The cloaked man reaches out for the papers, which the Bridgerton man hands over with a bit of pride in his stoicness.

“The priest that approved this license is no longer registered with the Church at all. He was dismissed three months ago, therefore, any papers that were signed during his active service are null and void by the Church.” The murmurs start on your future husband’s side and soon morph to your family’s side. You can hear your mother scolding your uncle for not updating the papers, but you can tell that they are not in earnest. Benedict then breaks your hand from your fiancee’s grip. “This woman shan’t and won’t be marrying this man.” As the priest looks at the papers, the groom starts to question him over and over. The cloaked man stands tall and silences what was the groom.

“It appears as though this gentleman’s objections are founded in truth. There shall not be a ceremony conducted today.” The groom sits in astonishment, only before marching to your uncle, but that is the last of your concerns.

“Mr Bridgerton, how have you managed this?” It’s half spoken, half laughed in relief as he pulls you to his embrace. You can feel the way his heart is racing out of his chest, you fear his grip on you may be near fatal. Benedict pulls away, hands cupping your face.

“I am not a man who breaks his word, Miss Castleton. Nor am I a coward. I will fight for what I desire, and whom I desire.”

His forehead rests on yours, and you take his wrist, a deep breath coming into your lungs and leaving with ease. It is the easiest breath you’ve taken all morning. When you open your eyes, you’re met with his own. The two of you break out into smile before Benedict is taking your hand and guiding you from the church. In the street, he stalls at the foot of his horse, helping you up before finding his own place upon the steed.

You lurch into a steady pace, arms tight around his torso, both of you laughing. Reaching up, you pull the white fabric from your hair, letting it fly in the dust behind you, followed by many pins that kept your hair. With the wind ripping through the fabric of your dress, the bright afternoon sun shining on your skin, you watch as the ton seems to disappear but not out of sight as you slow. “Might you think we have escaped such a dreadful situation?” He questions before the horse stops completely, Benedict climbing off, reaching up to help you down, strong hands on your hips as he pulls you down. As he does, he pulls you into a spin, your feet kicking up in the air as your arms wrap around his neck, the two of you grinning ear to ear.

“Oh the most dreadful of affairs.” You retort happily, your voice nearly singing. As he sets you down, you recognize the tree above you as the weeping willow you’d met under after the incident with Daphne and her former fiancee. He’d needed an escape, a confidante, a friend. Benedict now guides you to the grass below you, laying back and letting your head rest on his chest. A warm and soothing setting juxtaposed to the ill and virulent atmosphere of the chapel.

“I certainly intend on our wedding being far less...arduous.” He offers, making you roll so the two of you are stomach to stomach, his hand coming up to rest on the small of your back. He starts playing with the fabric of your gown as he looks over you, studying each detail, each spot, each wrinkle, every hair upon the most gorgeous face he’s seen.

“Is that so?” You challenge with a grin, fingers reaching up to play with his hair. “Mayhaps I have had enough of these endeavors for the time being?”

“Oh, that is rather fair, my wonderful. You must be exhausted with the tension and anguish you’ve been through.” A kaleidoscope of butterflies flits through your stomach at the pet name, grin pairing it in due time.

“I must know, how ever did you determine the vows would not be legitimate?” The question had been haunting you the entire ride over, but his laughter fills the air. “Benedict?” His hand runs up and down your back reassuringly. His head rolling as he laughs before turning to gaze upon you.

“May I leave it at my rather studious sister Eloise, who had some interesting points?”

“No you may not.” You pointedly stick a finger to his chest.

“Fine. Then let us say that...Lord Bridgerton has the best interests of his family in mind, and that Father Solon’s sudden dismissal from the Church this morning and the two do not overlap in any manner.” Your jaw slacks, a gasp leaving you.

“Benedict! What did you do?”

“I did nothing! Anthony on the other hand-” He breaks out laughing, making you laugh and shake your head.

“Oh dear.” A sigh as you rest your head on his chest again. The two of you dwell under the looming arbor above you, watching as it sways against the bluest of skies. It is a few moments before Benedict speaks again.

“Might I indulge you in my thoughts?” He questions, your hand rolls in patterns against his side.

“There need not ask, Mr Bridgerton.” You hum in response. He shifts from his position, resting his upper body on his forearms, looking down at you. Subsequently, you look up to him.

“I wish that all of our days together look something similar to this. Lounging in vacuous afternoons, the day at our disposal, harmonious in waning sunlight with my love at my side.” A hand comes up to your chin. “I wish for our family to remain in celestial bliss for the remainder of our short time on this Earth.” Your breath seems to slip from your lungs. “I wish for you to be my wife, Miss Castleton.” Tearfully, you move with glee, arms around him and pulling you both into a topple in the tall grass, laughter leaving you. When you steady yourselves, Benedict hoists himself above you, forearms keeping him propped in the air as to not crush you.

“My dear Benedict Bridgeton, I beam with delight at your thoughts. There is nothing more that I wish for in this life.”

-------

Did you enjoy this? Consider buying me a coffee!

#benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fic #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton angst #benedict bridgerton fluff #bridgerton season 1 #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton s1 #bridgerton s2

1K notes · View notes

sopxhiea · 3 years

Text

Disturbance

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The scary gangster realizes that there’s only one creature that will not do as he says and his soft spot for the eldest girl grows into something else before he can prevent it.

Part 1

“She’s cranky.”

“Move away if you don’t want this kiss.”

He’s not going to say it.

Not when he watches you fiddle around with the buttons in your hand, the one your younger sister ripped off her jacket the same morning. He will not open his mouth when you come around to talk to him about some shipments and some things that don’t add up. Not even when you’re so close to him, standing right next to his seated form that he can smell the vanilla off you.

Although everyone knows it.

The match was rather uneventful, a test of some sorts for the gangster to make sure he kept his hands to himself. He had behaved, asked after the girls and about you and you’d given him vague information while wearing what he thought seemed like a golden shower. He had gone out to gather himself a few times, leaving a confused pretty lady and snickering Ollie behind.

He was a man that got everything he wanted.

People never said no to him, most of the time they already knew what he wanted anyway but you just toyed with the gangster. A few smiles here and there, a slight touch on his arm and he was feeling some type of way already. He had dropped you off at your house after collecting your sisters and found his eyes searching for you in every little corner.

He was right fucked, as he’d put it.

It’s been a couple of months of you working for the gangster. The workload is significantly demanding and the more time passes, the more jobs he gives you but you don’t dare complain. Your sisters are all in school, some sort of daycare in the weekends whenever you have to work and he’s the one making sure you’re all taken care of.

There’s less screaming in the mornings, as Essie has grown fond of the broad man who shows up nearly every morning with breakfast in his hands. She’s young, and even Lily doesn’t see the way he steals glances your way but Emily, the oldest is not blind and the gangster forgets that. Although he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

The bakery is hot with the changing season, hot to a point where short sleeves do not cut it anymore. The women at the front bakery store have told you to wear skirts, long ones with less garments underneath but you have decided on a dress, nothing fancy but something to get you by around the house as well. It almost hugs you too tight in some areas and you realize this once some bakers start giving you a look but are too afraid to flirt or even comment.

Since you’re off limits.

Apparently everyone knows but you. The workers, the bakers around the front, even Emily but she won’t say a word because she thinks Alfie will take away her going out at night privileges she’s earned by taking care of Lily. You climb the stairs, footsteps soft against the wood and he hears it, almost feels a lump in his throat but decides he’s too much of a man to feel light-headed around a woman, whatever that means.

You knock once and enter, don’t realize the way his eyes are ogling you in the dress you’re in. A smile is apparent on your lips and he knows what day it is.

“Mr. Solomons-”

“‘s Alfie, lass.” he says, like a plea at this point to try and get you stop calling him by his surname. Not only does he want to hear you say his name but the formality does things to him where he has to shift in his pants.

“Mr. Solomons, Lily has that ballet recital today and I was wondering if I could leave early to get ready.” you say and he nods, looking at your eyes the entire time.

He knows what day it is, since Lily has spoken of it so much and you realize the gangster remembers everything, well almost everything, they say. She’s been showing him some moves she’s learned for the recital every morning he’s around and all he’d do was to clap with Essie on his lap.

“When is it, pet?” he asks, the pet name stuck on you after months of working for the man and you don’t mind. If anything, it’s the evident mark on his soft spot for you but you don’t ponder on it too much.

“Around 7, I think. Shouldn’t last too long.” you speak and he throws a light smile your way. His lips are closed this time as he watches you, head to toe and you wonder about how appropriate some things he does around you are.

That is not to say that you’re not oblivious but you’ve been around enough men to know the signs. The way he leans towards you while walking, the small nods he throws your way each time you’re around his perimeter and not to mention Essie telling you that Alfie had been calling you ‘the pretty sister’ for a while now.

But you decide some things take time.

And you speak this time, before he can ang the slight glisten in his eyes do not help. “You want to come with?” you speak, and his eyebrows raise slowly.

He’s a smart man.

Taking care of his late employee’s girls as much as he could, that was smart. Offering them all his help and even visiting them in the mornings, that was smart. Hiring his pretty little daughter who happens to be an excellent bookkeeper to walk around in dresses, that was not smart.

Going to the younger one’s ballet recital, that would not be smart.

He didn’t care for the talk around town, people loved to gossip and he knew it from being around the streets but he figured it would hurt the little girls and her. And he wouldn’t let that happen, it simply wasn’t smart.

But he did want to see you in a different dress, all dolled up.

He wasn’t too proud of the dreams he’d been having, they were mostly daydreams but he’d caught himself envisioning you in too many scenarios that involved a lack of clothing and an expression of pure bliss. He knew the boundaries but the looks you would give him didn’t help.

“Lily would like it.” you speak and it’s the last blow.

And you know it.

Unlike what many would’ve thought, the gangster is not all he was told to be. Sure, he’s scary looking and very cruel to some but not to little girls. He’s soft, too kind at times you find out as you watch him play with your little sisters every morning.

He doesn’t care, he realizes and the words leave his mouth before he can stop himself, although it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. “I’m fuckin’ there, lass.”

------

He can hear the screaming.

He knocks once on the door and braces himself. The man has been to war, seen dead bodies with their brains all over the soil but this, this he has to get ready for. Emily opens the door with a scowl, which then turns into a smile when she sees it’s him. She’s wearing a pretty dress, hair done beautifully and Alfie wonders how the other ones are looking.

“Hello, Mr. Solomons.” she speaks, Alfie can tell you have taught her to speak that day but reckons he can do better.

“Aye, Emily, what did we say about ya’ callin’ me that, hm?” he asks, not swearing although it takes all his might to be careful.

“But Y/N said-” she says and confirms his suspicions. Alfie throws a smile at the young girl before stepping in and realizing the living room is empty, although the screaming has not stopped.

“Eh, your sister says a lot of things, don’t she.” he asks and sits down on his usual place on the sofa and Emily sits next to the gangster and nods. She’s changing by the passing day and Alfie feels like he can’t catch up.

“Good thing she’s pretty.” Emily says in all seriousness and it causes him to burst into laughter, laughter in which Emily joins her.

And that’s when you emerge from the bedroom.

Lily is holding your hand, wearing a purple dress with ribbons on her hair. Alfie can tell she cried from the hiccups that come and go but she has a smile on her lips now. Essie, on the other hand, is still crying as you hold her on the other side. Her dress is slightly different in color, looks wonderful nonetheless.

And there’s you.

Your dress is slightly shorter and completely different in color. The olive green material ends around just under your knees, with a generous look around your collarbones. Your hair is tied, a low bun which Essie threatens to ruin at any given moment. Alfie feels himself get stuck for a second but Emily slightly elbows him so that the brute can gather himself and speak.

“’ello, pet.” he speaks and Lily slowly approaches him, as she sometimes does and reaches for the beard. Alfie lets him, eyes traveling from the little one to you.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” you say, voice soft as you put Essie on the couch next to Emily so you can get your coat and theirs.

“Em let me in.” Alfie says and Emily nods, her youngest sister on her lap.

“Oh..okay.” you say and disappear behind the door. The entire time, Alfie is watching you go and Emily is watching him. She’s amused to say the least.

And that’s when Essie starts crying again.

You emerge from one of the rooms with all their coats. The little one is not coming with you, as your trusted neighbor has agreed to watch her for the night. You dress Lily and Emily dresses herself in their coats and Alfie clears his throat, making you look up at him and he signals Essie and her crying.

Although he’s far too used to it at this point.

“She’s just cranky, I don’t know why.” you say, clearly frustrated as you finally let go of Lily and reach for Essie to put her coat on.

“Tried the bribin’?” he asks with a smile on his lips and you shake your head.

“Well, if you’re talking about giving her sweets to shut her up....yes.” you say and he chuckles with a curt nod.

Then all of you get in the car, with Alfie’s hand on the small of your back and you carrying Essie. You don’t miss the way Emily looks at you, eyebrows wiggling each time she catches your eye but you just tell her to stay put. Then you drop off Essie, with much trouble and get to the recital with a gangster sitting next to you.

----

The recital goes on pretty smoothly, all cheers and smiles as Alfie lingers at the back. Emily claps for her sister, a smile on her lips as she does so but you excuse yourself a little after to get some air as they get ready for the next act. Alfie watches you walk towards the back part through the exit and decides Emily is old enough to take care of herself.

He finds you sitting on the pavement around the back part of the building, breathing deeply as you look around every now and then. He knows you need these moments. Moments of stillness without any screams, without Emily asking you for a dress or Lily’s chocolate covered hands. He knows you love them but the deed is much too strong for you.

“Y/N.” he says, cautious as he approaches you. You’re no longer sitting but leaning against the concrete block.

“Emily’s inside?” you ask, your prior concern always being your sisters. He nods and speaks.

“Yeah, she ‘s.” he says and you nod this time.

You search his eyes then, for something that will tell you why he’s there. It’s easy to grow fond of him, you think, especially when you see him so much but there’s another side to the coin you don’t like to think of. The danger that comes.

“Something wrong?” you ask and see the heaviness in his gaze. You don’t quite know what it is, since he’s not a man easily read but you figure you know a thing or two by now.

He shakes his head and then looks at you. There’s uncertain things swimming in your orbs much like him and he wonders if they’re the same things. Doubts and then turns his face to look at the sky.

“There’s somethin’, yeah..” he speaks and you know better than to interrupt him. “.....somethin’ I really wanna fuckin’ do.” he says and you nod, urging him to go on but he seems to stall for a second. He then speaks, he’s not looking at the sky anymore but you. “But see, pet, there are things yeah, fuckin’ things blockin’ my way.”

he says and watches you nod, understanding but then you stop and a smile graces your lips. It’s not mocking but not sweet either.

And then you speak, not afraid to counter his words. “I never took you as someone who’d stop just because there were....things blocking the way.” you speak and you half-know what he’s saying.

He’s not the most subtle of admirers. You’re not bothered by it, quite the opposite if anything. You know he’s a man of power, known as cruel to some although you’d speak to differ. His lines are all harsh, you’re too soft compared to him so you don’t count on the opportunity of anything happening.

He takes a step towards you, and then one more until he’s entirely too close. You don’t dare move and his eyes are locked into your lips. You are right, he thinks, he’s not a man that stops at anything just because he’s had a couple of doubts. But then, the doubts are worth taking into account if it’s you. He’s all harsh lines and your softness seems unreachable to him.

His eyes look at your lips for a solid second, his entire presence looming over you as you stay still. He’s tall, a bit too tall for you if you’re honest but you just crane your neck and he leans down slightly, you’d know what his lips would feel like against yours.

And then he moves and speaks. “Move away if you don’t want this kiss.”

He’s not a man of doubts, he gathers and yes, there is a lot at stake but he goes after what he wants. Alfie always has and currently, the thing he wants is standing right in front of him and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna pass up the opportunity to kiss the pretty lass.

His lips are soft, unexpectedly so as his hand finds your waist and resides there while the other cradles your skull with a gentleness that seems foreign to him. He kisses you softly before pulling away slightly to see if you’ve moved in any way but sees you staring at his lips, standing exactly still.

Then you reach for him.

He thinks he’s dreamed it until your lips peck his for the last time and you break the kiss. He sees the blush rising on your cheeks, lipstick smeared and hair slightly puffier than before. He doesn’t take a step back, stares down at you as you fix yourself too fast for him to realize what’s happening but he remembers you’re good at fixing people up.

You sigh, licking your lips once more to savor the feel of his lips before you speak. Your voice is breathy and he has to stop himself from assaulting your lips once more. “Come on, then. Emily will be waiting.”

And he follows you like your tail for the rest of the evening.

-----

He’s smiling like a damn fool.

It’s easy to realize that the big scary gangster is not all that cruel. Sure, there is a side to him that’s simply cruel. He’s not the most forgiving when it comes to some either but he also happens to be a huge teddy bear, you think as you watch him handle Essie after you’ve opened the front door to the house.

“Emily, can you take care of Essie for a minute?” you ask, not waiting for an answer from your sister before you drag Alfie by his sleeve to the kitchen. The girls stare at each other for a while before they all move to their rooms, except Lily who waits for you in front of the door.

You close the door, immediately after he enters the kitchen and look at him with a stern gaze. He’s making it obvious, all of it. The big scary gangster has had a stupid grin on his face ever since you’d kissed him and it makes you frustrated.

“What?” he asks, still smiling a little as you stand in front of him, arms crossed and not amused at all.

“Are you going to stop smiling?” you ask, a slight mock to your words as you stare up at him.

He takes a step towards you then, his aim to trap you between his broad form and the door almost achieved before you escape his embrace by ducking under his arm.

“Lass, come ‘ere.” he says with a tone you haven’t heard before and you don’t follow his orders, as much as you want to.

“Alfie, the girls are right outside.” you say, trying to take steps back each time he takes one towards you. Your back meets the cold wall then, a ‘shit’ passes your lips and he chuckles. His breath tickles your face. It’s not that you don’t want to kiss the gangster but the chance of Emily barging in to see the scene is too high to risk it.

But it seems as though he doesn’t care.

His lips are greedy this time, not as soft as they’ve been as he devours you within the short amount of time he’s given. You moan lowly at the way he’s kissing you and hear a thump against the kitchen door which makes both of you stop.

“Let me in!” Lily screams and it makes Alfie chuckle while all you do is glare.

Before you can open the door and pick your sister up, Alfie traps your small frame between the wall and him again and speaks. He’s not daft and knows how he wants to carry this out. His voice comes out muffled between his small pecks.

“We’ll talk once they’ve gone to fuckin’ bed, yeah, I’ll wait, pet.” he says, eyes greedy as he lets you go. You nod once more before opening the door and taking a red-faced Lily in your arms.

She doesn’t say anything at first but then speaks, connecting the dots a bit faster than you’d initially thought she would. She speaks as loud as she can and you swear she’s doing it on purpose.

“What were you doing?!” she says and finger points at Alfie but before he can answer you put her on the sofa and speak.

“Grown-up stuff.” you say and that seems to shut her up for the time being.

Emily then comes in the living room with Essie on her arms, Lily now sitting on Alfie’s lap as he tells the little girl a story about another dog he had. You watch him as his eyes meet yours in the middle of speaking, a childish glisten before he cradles her in his arms and speaks. “Now, time for bed, innit.”

The rest of the night is filled with you running around as Essie screams and Alfie rocks her around. She doesn’t seem to mind the rocking until she almost throws up on him and it makes you laugh entirely too much for an accident. Emily takes care of herself, in bed before bedtime and you take care of Emily in the meantime.

When you walk into Essie’s room, you see her on his arms as he rocks her back and forth, the little one sound asleep. You note the way she’s holding onto his bracelets and how he hesitates to put her in the crib. You give him a small nod and close the door behind you. He pecks your lips once more before taking your hand and dragging you away into your room and murmurs under his breath to not wake the little one. “Time for grown-up stuff.”

----

Tagging: @clairecrive @parkbearum @sourirez @vetseras @mollybegger-blog @babylooneytoonz @peakascum

A/n: Heyyy I hope you liked this chapter, do let me know what you thought and if you’d like to be added to the tag list !!

461 notes · View notes

meili-sheep · 2 years

Text

Diluc's Mondstadt Relationships in detail 2/4

So here is part 2!

0 / 1 / x / 3 / 4

Diona and Diluc

Sooooo first off. Diona likes the Darknight hero more than Diluc. But it's through that relationship they are slowly getting closer. Diona still doesn't openly accept Diluc but enjoys hunting with him. She really admires his combat and hunting skills. Though she always says her daddy is better, Diluc will agree (I don't think he actually is, but ya know).

They would be such good friends because they can relate to each other so well because of their father's Issues. Cause I believe Diluc Realized the Crepus well a good man... was not a good father to Diluc. And he kind of sees a similar situation with Diona. And he knows he won't be able to force anything, but he'll stay and support her as best he can. And should anything happen to Draft Diluc will be the first to pick Diona up and make the Winery her home? He makes sure Elzer and the others BACK THE FUCK OFF. He probably does even try to help her make awful alcoholic drinks... And probably teachers he how to makes juices and nonalcoholic Drinks... Maybe even suggests she only make Delilous nonalcoholic drinks that people might like that taste of better.

And that's the final action that would endear Diluc to Diona forever

Eula and Diluc

Eula was strictly taught to look down on the Ragnvindrs for not being True blue bloods. Ragnvindrs are servents! They were meant to protect The Lawrences.

This always kind of confused Eula. Because at the same time, Eula's father tried to suck up to the Ragnvindrs, trying to work marriage between Eula and Diluc. Eula gets now the idea was just for their Money. But of course, Crepus would never entertain the idea. So she only ever met Baby Diluc once. And Is he was one of the first people who was so honestly lovely to her. And that's stuck with her. And it's why his aloofness now bothers him so much.

She doesn't know his reason for hating the Knights, but he totally seems unapproachable compared to how he used to be.

And I think, though, she still catches him taking out camps or helping people around town. And maybe they do run into each other once

"Oh... Hello Master Ragnvindr."

"Hello, Captain Eula."

Eula is a little surprised and low-key upset he used her first name, but I think Diluc would catch that quickly then awkwardly backtrack

"Ah... Apologizes, I thought with how much you've been fighting against the stereotype of your surname... I thought you liked being called by it? Was I wrong?"

And it's their Eula learns how much respect Diluc has for her and her struggles. And how he will never look down upon her. It's honestly a little Embarrassing! So she probably does her thing about having revenge.

This is pretty much my 1 straight ship with Diluc. Because it's something, I can start off with deep mutual respect. *chef kiss* We love healthy relationships here. Also, they totally have light novel vibes, something like "I Married my family's aloof enemy to take revenge on my evil father!" Also, Just... 2 highly traumatized people bond by who they are related to searching for freedom. Goooooood shit.

Fischl and Diluc

I don't think Fischl gets a lot of acceptance from the people of Mondstadt. Very very few people believe she's a princess. And Most don't of the Town play into her ideas even if they believe her. But Well. Diluc does. Diluc calls her "her highness," to him, it's just like creating a foreign diplomate or something. And honestly, though he doesn't believe Fischl, Diluc sees no problem in playing into her dream. It makes her happy. She's not hurting anyone. So he plays along.

I think that Fischl is good at her investigation job. And Diluc sees the potential in her. And often slips the pieces of information she might need. Might even start teaching her ... some spy ways. Definitely Teachers her infiltration and how to subtle prey information and put clues together.

If there was a detective agency in Mondstadt, it would be Fischl and Diluc. With Fischl being the face and DIluc just standing in the background helping her along the way. (Bruh, now I'm typing this out, I wanna write it)

Jean and Diluc

Now, this is a tricky one. I feel Jean still has a lot of trouble because she hardly feels good enough to be grandmaster and can only think... Had things not gone down the way they had. Diluc would be in her position. Diluc was Acting Grandmaster, and Diluc would have better-handled things. (My low key Kaejean bonding is them feeling they live in Diluc's shadow but realizing they both are blaming Diluc for their own insecurities and slowly learning to build each other up)

In Short, she has trouble seeing Diluc outside of being a night. It's hard for her to see him as a merchant. It a hard to see he's happier now.

Diluc realizes this, and he very much dislikes it. Partly because it's doing Jean no favors herself. And he feels responsible, so he does try his best to be friendly with JEAN, not the acting grandmaster, JEAN.

I personally think Diluc isn't the best at communication and often doesn't know how to express himself. So he just often does these actions that don't always come off the way he wants, but it's at least more apparent he's trying to express himself (See my bird chiluc post). So often, if Jean comes down to the tavern, she often gets a free drink specialty drink. Usually just handed to her and Diluc telling her just to drink. Kaeya will complain, but Diluc will often play it off like "I owed Jean a favor."

And it is a little reminder, even if a small once Jean needs to relax.

#diona kätzlein #diona #diona headcanons #eula lawrence #eula #eula headcanons #euluc #fischl von luftschloss narfidort #fischl #fischl headcanons #jean gunnhildr #jean #jean headcanons #diluc headcanons #diluc #diluc ragnvindr

79 notes · View notes

etheraella · 3 years

Text

Lies Between Ties || Part I ||

(Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader)

Summary : Y/N and Draco caught themselves in an arranged marriage by their parents, they both try and act like a happy married couple infront of their families, when in reality they made an agreement to not cross each other’s space and treat each other as ‘roommates’. What happens when one unknowingly gains feelings?

Warnings : No War/Voldemort!AU, Arranged Marriage, Slowburn, Unrequited Love (?), Angst, Arguing, slight cursing.

Your eyes widen in shock, not believing what the woman you respected all your life had just said. You scoffed in disbelief as your mother puts her welcoming hand on yours in comfort. "Very funny, Mama."

She frowned, holding back a smile. "Y/N, this is not a joke, I think it's for the best if you marry him, Narcissa-"

"I know she's your friend, Mama. But I don't even know him, we've never exchanged a conversation, and it's best if we keep it that way." You got up ready to leave the conversation. Unfortunately, your mother grabbed your wrist softly before you could do so.

"Y/N please, the Malfoys can give you the life I could never give you, and I'm getting older, sooner or later when I'm gone, somebody is going to have and help me look after you. At least with the Malfoys’ I know you'd be in good hands." She confessed with sadness in her voice, the grip on your wrist getting firmer.

"Please don't say that, ma. I would want to get married but not anytime soon. I've only just graduated Hogwarts, and who's going to take care of you?"

"Your stepfather is retiring soon, we'll just be here at home and you can come visit us after you and Draco have settled,"

You squinted the moment Draco's name left your mothers lips. Sure, the two have never said a word to each other, but he was known for his boastful and rich background. Everyone in Hogwarts would've known the Slytherin Prince. Though, that never interest you. He probably never knew who you were anyway.

"I never said I agreed to it." you finally said not meeting her gaze.

"Francis and I have already agreed to the Malfoys, dear. The wedding is to be held in 3 months, please Y/N for the sake of mine, you'll learn to accept Draco and there's no doubt the two of you will be happy together." She smiled kissing your forehead lovingly before getting up to leave.

“but with what certainty?”

the words were in a whisper that were only heard by you.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

The sound of birds chirping and peaceful leaves rustling filled your ears. Memories of the conversation filled your head. Out of everyone in the whole world, why Draco Malfoy? What does he think of this ridiculous arrangement? With less than 2 months, the two of you have never met since you saw him back at Hogwarts, and tonight would be the first time the two of you would meet after the marriage conversation. Just then you heard the sound of footsteps and your mother appeared in the doorway.

"Come inside and get ready, dear."

That night, you sat opposite of Draco for dinner, you daren't lift your gaze to meet his. You knew the moment he entered your living room with a boring expression that he wasn't excited or fond on meeting you, or to even be wed to you. Well, so were you.

"Y/N, why don't you have a walk with Draco by the lake?" your mother says suddenly, smiling brightly between you and Draco.

"Yes, Mama" you say politely returning a fake smile, trying your best to hide your annoyance.

You walk with Draco in silence and you open your mouth every now and then trying to start a conversation. You didn’t realise the difference in your heights until you were side by side, Draco Malfoy was taller and much broader than you remember.

"Malfoy-"

Draco stops, meeting your eyes before averting his gaze to the lake on his left.

"I’m not sure It’s wise to use surnames considering the situation we're in.”

Taken aback, you were surprised he was even suggesting this, the Draco Malfoy in front of you seemed more mature than the Malfoy you knew of in school.

"And what situation do you take this as?"

"- A situation that shouldn't happen in the first place. If you only hadn't agreed to it."

You couldn't believe your ears at his absurd accusation. His voice calm but firm at the same time, looking at you as if you're something a cat dragged in.

"Me? You think I want to marry you?" You gave a short laugh. "Your parents sent the proposal first and you blame this on me? For Godric's sake, I don't even know you nor do I have any feelings for you. I'm only following my mother's desires, Draco Malfoy."

"I can guarantee you, the feeling’s mutual." he said through gritted teeth followed by an awkward silence as two of you continue your walk. You stared at your shoes with each step, trying to think of a sentence that will make him help you cancel the wedding. You couldn't bare marrying someone you don't love, especially someone with a big ego like Draco’s. No, never in a million years.

"Mal- Draco, I didn’t intend to ask you upon this favour, as we both know how ridiculous this arrangement is. Please convince Narcissa and Lucius to call it off. It's not too late, considering you're a man-"

"As much as I would love that, Y/N. I would never want to break my mother's heart, I don't bloody care if you call it off, it's perfectly fine with me. We'll discuss this again after the wedding." He said, rolling his eyes and walking back to the house leaving you alone.

You blink in shock, your eyes following his walking figure, his silver blond hair visible under the moonlight. That bastard! Why would he think it's any better after the wedding? Sighing in disappointment, you slumped on the bench facing the lake, the darkness of the night swallowing you.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

"You are to be MARRIED to Draco?" Jane's eyes widen in shock, she stood up facing you, her pupils searching for yours trying to find mischief. To her prevail, you were dead serious and that got her sitting back on the chair slowly.

"But - I thought you wanted to be a healer-"

"I do, I can be a healer while married. I wouldn't need permission to pursue my dream career, would I?" You sighed, staring at the wand in your hand. Jane has been your best friend ever since the two of you got sorted in the same house back in Hogwarts. You wanted her to be your bridesmaid. Knowing how grand the Malfoy's are, it makes sense how big they want this wedding to be, considering Draco's the only Malfoy heir. You didn't know what to think of it, ever since you were a child, you had always dreamt of how you wanted your wedding to be, you didn't mind how the reception would look, how flowy your dress would be, as long as it's with friends and relatives, and a person you're in love with.

Jane was silent for several seconds. "Oh Y/N...but Draco Malfoy?"

"YES JANE! What other Dracos do you know of?" You roll your eyes in irritation, hating the fact of being reminded of marrying a bloke like him. Jane sighed and looked at you with sympathy,

“But, I’m afraid your mother’s right.. there’s no denying the Malfoys are rich-“

You snorted. “richly arrogant”

The silver band on your ring finger brimmed. The mere thought of you being engaged was still unbelievable, so is the oncoming wedding. Feeling frustrated, you terribly wanted to pull your hair out.

“Jane, I have an idea.. perhaps on the wedding day, you could wear a long veil and take my place instead-“ You randomly suggest.

“Y/N Y/L/N, Are you mad? We both know your absurd schemes are never going to work,” Jane smiled sadly, gripping your hand in hers.

You sighed in disappointment, praying deep down the wedding would be disastrous or a random fire would begin before the vows, yes, it was a childishly dangerous thought but you were willing to escape this arrangement without hurting your mother’s feelings.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

On the wedding day, of course the unfortunate events you hoped for didn’t occur. You weren’t as devastated as you thought you would be when you woke up that morning, wrapping sheets of mattress around yourself. It could be that you were finally accepting your fate, you groaned at the thought. In 24 hours, you would be ‘Mrs. Malfoy’, how grand.

The dress that was altered for you was beautiful, you couldn’t take your eyes off it. The white material felt light and gorgeous under your fingertips. Jane had repeatedly told you how breath-taking you looked, you didn’t deny that.

Before the event began, Narcissa had come in your dressing room with an amber green leathered box. Seeing your future mother in-law made you awfully nervous, even if you weren’t whole heartedly willing to marry her son. You quickly pushed the guilt away when she cupped your hands in hers.

“Oh Merlin, you look lovely Y/N,” She said with a smile before opening the box, revealing a heavenly beautiful bracelet the Malfoy initials carved in golden. You let Narcissa gently put it on you telling you of the Malfoy heirloom’s history. The bracelet was given to wear on special occasions, the heirloom given down to each heir on the wedding day.

The piano started playing as you entered the hall, guests arise to their feet, staring at you in awe. Your mother stood at the end of the hall with Francis; happiness laced with sadness painted on her expressions, seeing her only child in white walking down the aisle. Your eyes wander along the decorations in the hall before landing on Draco. He looked undeniably handsome, his platinum blonde hair neatly combed as always, expression unreadable.

When the rings and vows were exchanged the hall erupted in an applause. You looked up to see Draco looking at you with a fake smile etched on his face, the sounds of cheering suddenly muted. It was all an act, you remind yourself.

A/N : —Luna here ! I decided to start a series ;) and..a special appreciation to Celeste for being my trusty editor !! If you enjoy this please reblog/share 👉🏼👈🏼🥺. We made a taglist form that can be found on our bio and here [x].

Taglist 🏷 : @amourtentiaa

407 notes · View notes

auroracalisto · 3 years

Text

for the first time

summary: the reader finally sees her life in a new point of view, thanks to carlisle, who has helped her with her abusive husband, her baby girl luna, and her life in general.

pairing: carlisle x female! married/widowed! abused! reader

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: female reader, married and eventually widowed reader, reader is abused by her husband, reader has the surname Wolf in this bc comedic reasons, reader has a child named Luna by said husband, mentions of murder, no depictions but carlisle definitely did the stabby stab (at least if that’s what you wanna assume he did), uhhh reader got them widow benefits by the end but that’s a story for another time, ALSO for some reason i put this in the year 2005 and it goes on to 2006/2007? so this would technically be the same timeline as bella and edward meeting. so first movie. yes. i love the technicalities of everything. honestly didn’t mean for it to happen but it did so

a/n: i have no words

Carlisle first had the honor of meeting you at your then-husband’s Christmas party. It was December 20th, 2005. Your child was most definitely due by the end of January. You were quite literally glowing, and Carlisle believed you were the most beautiful thing he had seen in some time. However, most of the beauty was because of your skill with makeup. Without it, bruises galore would be revealed to the outside world, and your husband would not be too happy to find out that you showed off the newest shiner he gave to you.

Even while pregnant, he did not care for your wellbeing. Hell, he made it quite obvious that he would never care for the little girl growing in your midsection. But even if he was a terrible prick, you decided to have this child. Of course, maybe it would have been better for you to end the pregnancy early on. However, a part of you didn’t want that. A part of you wanted to have the baby and leave your husband. Whichever order it came in would be fine. But knowing now that it would be the latter made you nervous.

The second time Carlisle saw you was in the middle of a grocery store, calming down your newborn baby. Your husband had sent you out in the middle of February, just a month after giving birth. You were alone, and everything was upsetting. Your baby’s little cries caused your own tears to well up in your eyes.

When the two of you made eye contact, you finally broke. You didn’t want anyone to see you like that, and yet, here you were with your husband’s co-worker, crying in the middle of the bread aisle.

“Mrs. Wolf, please. Let me help you,” Carlisle softly said, leaving his buggy on the other side of you. He came over, looking at your baby. “I’ll get her to calm down.”

You took his word for it, allowing Carlisle to comfort your crying child. “Please. Don’t call me that. [Your name] is fine.”

He watched you with soft eyes and nodded. “And who is this?” he softly asked, looking down at the fussing infant. Her eyes were shut and she never once had actual tears—one thing that never sat right with him was how babies couldn’t form tears until they were about two months old (sometimes even longer).

“Luna,” you softly spoke, watching as your little girl started to calm down in his arms. You sniffled softly, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve. You should have been more careful, but you didn’t care at this point. It was getting harder and harder to do this; if someone saw a bruise, someone saw a bruise.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Carlisle spoke, looking back at you. “She is very lucky to have you as a mother.”

By the third time Carlisle had properly talked to you, your husband had died. Under mysterious circumstances, but he was gone. And you couldn’t have been happier. You had an idea of what had happened. Especially when you once opened your eyes in the middle of the night to see a flash of blond hair. But you drifted off back to sleep, not thinking anymore of it until the morning after when your husband was missing. However, you never once said anything.

Weeks after he had passed, you had hired a babysitter for the evening. Carlisle’s two girls.

And for once, you did not have to worry about the makeup covering your bruises. In fact, you wore your makeup how you liked it instead of having to wear it to protect your dead husband. You found yourself sitting in your car, in front of the hospital. Alice had informed you that her adoptive father was currently at work—that he was constantly working, and he never once took a break.

Maybe you should have just turned around. Maybe you should have just left Washington, altogether. But your legs started moving before you could stop them. And once you saw Carlisle, you knew that you had to speak with him.

You didn’t even have to say hello to him for the man to walk in your direction. He smiled kindly at you, and you wanted to say something. You desperately wanted to thank him for saving you, even if he never admitted it.

But the words never found your tongue. Your arms wrapped around the doctor, your face buried deep in his blue dress shirt and his white lab coat. Carlisle had never been more grateful for not carrying his clipboard around. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close.

Although the two of you never said anything, one thing was clear; you were both grateful for each other’s existence. Even if you lived vicariously through passing glances and thoughtful actions.

Luna was nearly one by the time you decided enough was enough. You were a widow, now. You did not have to worry about what your husband would say. And one thing was certain; the blond-haired doctor had your heart in more ways than one.

He was so kind to you, always offering help and joyful smiles. His conversations carried you through your long days and kept you awake at night as you thought of how you could tell him how you truly felt.

But now, you knew enough was enough—you knew that you were not getting any younger, and neither was Carlisle (of course, because he was human—of course, you wouldn’t learn that until later). You needed to talk to him. You needed to take a course of action.

You grabbed your keys, walking to your door. Luna was babbling in her car seat. You sat it down to get the door open, nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw Carlisle standing there, prepared to knock.

He had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a rather awkward smile.

“My apologies... are you going somewhere?”

Your cheeks began to burn. You sat your keys on the table beside your door, shaking your head. “I was going to see you, actually.”

Luna giggled up at the man when he came into her line of vision. She adored Carlisle.

“Oh, that makes this easier then,” he let out a soft laugh, hesitantly holding out the flowers to you. “These are for you. I... I had asked Alice what your favorites were. I hope you don’t mind.”

You smiled. “No... No, I don’t,” you said, clearing your throat. You moved out of the doorway so that he could come into your house. “I was hoping that.. well, I am hoping this now. I’ve needed to talk to you. For a while now. I really, really need to just get this off my chest, you know? I just—”

“—could I be of any assistance?” he chuckled softly. “Perhaps I can find the words that you are searching for.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to keep your smile from forming. “Carlisle, I’ve... loved you since before my husband died. I know that for a fact, now. And I... hope that you feel the same way. About myself. And Luna. We’re a package deal, you know.”

He chuckled softly and nodded. “I know that you are a package deal. I... am very glad you feel that way, too.”

“Too?”

“Yes,” Carlisle smiled at you. “I have loved you since the first time I have set eyes on you.”

You snorted out a laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “That long, huh?”

He just smiled, watching you with kind, golden eyes. “There are many things I need to tell you, [Your name],” he said, finally shutting the front door behind of him. He looked down at Luna and got her out of the carrier, especially when she happily reached for the man. “Perhaps we can take this evening to talk?”

You smiled, nodding. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but yeah. I’d like that.”

All of you made Carlisle’s beatless heart skip. He could only hope that it was the opposite for you (he could definitely hear how fast your heart began to beat the closer he got to you). Luna entertained herself with the buttons on Carlisle’s shirt while the two of you talked until she fell asleep against him.

Perhaps it was that moment that you truly knew that you were in love with Carlisle. No—that action only fortified your love for the man. You knew you had loved him just as long as he had claimed to love you. And for once, you were not afraid of what love could do.

Because you believed you loved your deceased husband, you married him. You slowly watched him become a horrible person. And then you had Luna with him. Of course, that was the one good thing that came out of him. Perhaps the chance of meeting Carlisle as well.

But you knew that now, the love you felt for Carlisle was as real as the infant in Carlisle’s arms. And it would never burn like your last loveless love.

For the first time, it felt like you were seeing yourself in a new light. You were seeing everything from a different perspective. And Carlisle allowed that. Carlisle helped you find that.

Even if he hadn’t have been there, you would have still found it. However, you knew that he made it so much easier than it would have been.

For the first time, you knew real love. With Luna, and now with Carlisle.

Despite everything that had happened to you, it seemed as though the universe was finally connecting the dots. And you couldn’t wait to see what she was going to give you, next.

#carlisle cullen #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #twilight renaissance #twilight reader insert #female reader #pregnant reader #reader has a child #reader insert #x reader #twilight one shot #one shot #carlisle cullen twilight #carlisle cullen one shot #carlisle one shot

415 notes · View notes

weelittleweasley · 3 years

Text

bar maid (b.w.)

prompt: a long night at the leaky cauldron and the late shift can only mean one thing: a boring night. but when a new face pops into the bar, the mood shifts drastically.

pairing: bill weasley x fem! reader

warnings: drinking, mentions of the war, language (literally once), sexual references

word count: 4.5k

taglist: @harrysweasleys @gcdric @lumos-barnes @whizboingies @lumosandnoxwriting @pxroxide-prinxcesss @c-t-h @another-lonely-heart-blog @starlightweasley @parseltongueswriting @shilohpug @peachypotter @vogueweasley

“Another round of ale, Albert?” you ask with a smile as you wipe down a section of the bar from its previous attendants. The damp dish towel wipes across the mahogany bar, leaving streaks that shine underneath the bar lighting, the faint smell of chemical lemon lingering in the air mixes with the overwhelming scent of lager and spirits.

Albert flashes you a toothy grin and gives you a shrug. “Eh, why not. It’s a Friday, isn’t it?” Albert laughs before sliding you his brass mug down the length of the bar as you stealthily catch it in your hand. You fill the mug with amber ale, teeming with white foam, smelling of wheat. “You’re too good to me, (Y/N),” Albert tells you with a grin before taking a sip of his usual drink of choice.

You were a bar maid at the Leaky Cauldron and Albert was one of your regulars. Now, you didn’t think that you would be a bar maid after graduating from Hogwarts and trying to become a professor, but the world had a funny way about it, didn’t it? Being a bar maid meant you got good tips and had the luxury of creating your own schedule, but it also meant when you worked, it was long hours of standing on your feet and serving cheap ale and lager to annoyed businessmen and exhausted workers from the hours of five o’clock to two o’clock in the morning. Work was grueling, but you tried to make as much fun of it as you could.

“It’s the least I can do, Al,” you sigh, flopping the dish towel over your shoulder as you lean over the bar. “Any juicy gossip for me today? I’ve been bored out of my skull since I clocked in and I still got another five hours ahead of me. I need some entertainment,” you groan, cracking your knuckles against the wood of the bar. The thought of another five hours dealing with more alcohol, more grumpy patrons, and another tired night made your head ache.

Al takes a long sip from his mug, wiping the foam from his upper lip before speaking, “Not much gossip, I’m afraid.” You throw your head back and groan, taking an annoyed sip from your water. “Nothing interesting has happened, my dear,” he huffs in just as much annoyance as you. “We’re living in dark times, all news is usually disappointing, scary, or both. I’m looking for something hopeful just as much as you are,” Al confesses.

You tighten your ponytail and push your baby hairs away from your face, hands flopping on your shoulders as you slump over. Albert was right. The thought of a looming wizarding war over everyone’s heads was enough to keep everyone living in fear of when it would all come to a head and pop. At least working at the pub took your mind off of things, even if it was just for a few hours of the day.

“However,” Albert’s tone changes as you dart your eyes to him, curious. “I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the name Fleur Delacour? I heard through the grapevine that she has recently started working at Gringott’s. Desk job, but people were confused as to why should would come all the way to London for a silly desk job,” Albert explains before sipping from his ale again.

Your eyebrows furrow as the name does ring a bell. “The name sounds familiar. I certainly didn’t go to school with her or else I would know who she was. But the name is oddly recognizable...I’ll ask my younger sister when I speak to her next. She’s at Hogwarts now. I’m sure she’d know,” you tell Albert. “Anyone else take up a job? Familiar names or faces?”

Al searches his memory for anything else. He presses his tongue to his cheek. “Yeah, there was someone else. William...I don’t remember the surname for life of me, but it was William something...” he trails off.

You think for a moment, trying to scan your brain for a William that you might know. But you drew blank. It had been so long since you saw anyone from your graduating class. You had spent most of your time in the pub or studying or applying for new professor jobs. But no one was looking to hire an under-experienced professor in these times, no matter how good your marks were at Hogwarts, regardless that you were top of your class in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. The thought makes you infuriated because you knew you could teach this new generation of wizards better than anyone else.

Shaking your head, “Well, whatever, if he was important, you would know his name.” Albert shrugs. “I need to go bring in some kegs from the back, I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him before go around the bar, walking to the back of the Leaky Cauldron, hearing snippets of conversations here and there, most people talking about the news or their families. It was sad; just two years ago people would be roaring with laughter, telling stories and jokes, recounting happy times. Now, everyone was so focused on how the world as you knew it may be crumbling around you.

The cool fall air wraps around you as you push the door to bring the kegs from outside in as you pull your jumper over your hands to make some make-shift mittens. “Bloody hell,” you whisper to yourself as you see three kegs lined up outside for you to bring in. “Seriously, Tom?” you groan as you grab one keg and start dragging it. “I don’t get paid enough for this, I swear,” you grumble.

“Need a hand?” a voice interrupts you as you drag the steel keg across the cobblestone.

You look up and your eyes meet a pair that you haven’t seen in years. An instant smile rises on your lips as the all too familiar red hair is swept in the wind. “You’re kidding,” you laugh as you stand up straight, brushing off your jumper as he smiles widely at you with a chuckle. “Bill Weasley as I live and breathe?” you laugh as you run towards him, Bill engulfing you in a large hug. Your arms wrap around him tightly as he picks you up, your feet leaving the ground as you giggly madly as Bill sways you back and forth.

It had been years since you had seen Bill Weasley. The two of you had attended Hogwarts together in the same year and became fast friends. You had always admired how Bill was so smart and confident in himself (borderline arrogant, but in the sexiest best way). Bill was a popular one at Hogwarts, but through it all, he always managed to make time for you since you liked staying out of the lime light. Bill was well-loved and revered at Hogwarts, so it was obvious that he became a prefect during your time. And that’s when you two started to drift apart. He became busy doing his things and you became busy with your own studies. After graduation, the two of you went your separate ways, but you always wondered where he had gone.

Bill sets you down on your feet, his hands still on your hips as he smiled brightly down at you. He looked so mature now, longer red hair tied back in a ponytail, but he was still tall, thin, and undeniably handsome. The hunter green jacket he sported clung onto his tall figure, underneath a button down that was unbuttoned just enough so you could see the chest hairs that poked out from the loose material. Hanging from his ear lobe was a fang earring that wasn’t there before. Bill had changed, but in a way that caught your eye in a way that has never happened before. You gulped.

“Godric, (Y/N), you haven’t changed one bit,” Bill laughs as he takes a good look at you as you mentally curse that you had been wearing something different than your old blue jumper and leggings with stained boots from the bar. “How long has it been? Seven years?” he speaks as you nod. “Bloody hell, it feels like yesterday we were at Hogwarts,” he recounts the memories fondly as your heart warms to the same memories.

You smile brightly, “Time flies, Weasley.” He chuckles. “We can talk more about it if you help me bring in these kegs and I’ll treat you to an ale on the house. Or are you more of a lager man?” you ask as you walk back over to the steel kegs that wait to be dragged into the pub.

Bill chuckles as you grab one keg, starting to drag it into the pub. Without any hesitation or effort, Bill picks up the remaining two kegs in each of his hands, muscles flexing underneath his jacket as he shakes his head. You gulp and avert your eyes, trying not to focus on the way he so effortlessly carried the heavy steel kegs as you pushed yours in. “More of a whiskey kind of guy if you got any of that,” Bill tells you as you push the kegs towards the back of the bar, Bill places his two next to yours. “I didn’t know you were working at the Leaky Cauldron.”

Walking back to the bar with Bill by your side you speak, “Yeah. Been working here for a while now since there seems to be a hold on hiring newer, younger professors,” you roll your eyes as Bill laughs. Bill remembered how badly you wanted to be a professor and teach the younger generations of wizards and witches magic. It was your dream, but now it was on pause. “What about you? Why are you back in London? Last I heard of you, you were in Egypt!” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He gives you a smile, happy that you had been keeping your tabs on him. “I was in Egypt for a long while. Loved it, really. But I came home to help my family out with the Order and such. I’m working at Gringott’s now at a desk job. Very exciting, I know,” he rolls his eyes as you giggle, making your way behind the bar.

A William working at Gringott’s. I should have known, you think to yourself. “Hey Albert,” you call over the man who sits just a mere stool away from Bill. “That new William who's working at Gringott’s now? It’s not just any bloke, he’s a Weasley,” you smile at Albert who looks over to Bill with a look of realization. “Bill, this is Albert, one of my regulars. Al, this is Bill Weasley, we went to Hogwarts together.”

Bill gives Albert a firm shake shake and warm smile. “Nice to meet you, sir,” Bill beams. “You’ve been in good company with this one, I’m sure,” Bill winks as Albert chuckles lowly.

“That I have been. She’s great company and serves an even better mug of ale,” Albert speaks as you smile sweetly at him, Bill laughing. “I would love to stay and chat longer, but I gotta get home to the family,” Albert tells you and Bill, putting on his coat before digging into his pockets and places and handful of coins on the table to pay for his drinks and tip you generously as he usually did. “I’ll see you on Monday, my dear,” Albert calls as he walks towards the door, you giving him a salute goodbye.

Bill speaks, “He seems like a good guy.” You nod as you take out a glass and start to pour him a generous glass of Fire Whiskey before placing it front of him. “How did you know I take it neat? What if I wanted it on the rocks?”

You give him a knowing look. “I know you, Bill. Last time I checked, you were drinking Fire Whiskey straight from the bottle at your graduation party,” you recall with a light chuckle as Bill groans at the memory. “You were off your rocker that night, I’m tellin’ you,” you start to laugh harder, remembering how Bill stood up on the dining room table of the Burrow, singing along to music that he blasted as everyone laughed and sang along with him. Graduation was such a happy time in your young adult life, you wished you could go back and relive it.

He rubs his face with one hand and speaks, “We were a mess that night, weren’t we?”

“We? Don’t drag me into this, Weasley! I was perfectly happy having one drink, but it was you who made me drink bloody Daisyroot Draught! The smell now makes me sick,” you contort your face with disgust as Bill laughs. “I will admit though, I’ve missed you quite a bit,” you confess, playing with the edges of the dish rag in your hands as you look up at Bill.

Slowly, a smile finds its way onto Bill’s lips as your heart flutters gently as his eyes look into yours. He still had the same eyes that you adored so fondly as a child and teen. In his eyes contained all the memories of Hogwarts and late nights and sleepover at the Burrow. His eyes had laughter and joy in them that you so missed during times like this. You missed Bill Weasley. For more than one reason.

“I’ve missed you more than quite a bit,” Bill reveals as you allow heat to rise to your cheeks. “I missed having my partner in crime around. Sneaking into the kitchens and then getting caught by McGonagall,” he recalls.

You laugh, “Stop, and then she asked if she could join us!” The two of you are in hysterics at the memory of eating leftovers and sweets in the kitchens with Minerva McGonagall as third year students, chatting about school and life after Hogwarts. McGonagall had always taken a liking to the two of you. She always said that you two were peas in a pod.

Bill smiles and takes a sip from his whiskey before speaking, “How long are you working tonight? I’d be happy to stay with you until you clock out.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’m the closer and we don’t close the bar down until two in the morning.”

With a cheeky smirk, Bill huffs, “Well, we’ve got a lot to catch up on and we got...” he looks at the clock on the wall, “four and a half hours to kill. So, start talking, (Y/N). We’ve got all night,” he speaks, dropping his left eye in a wink as you smile with a blush.

-----------

For the next four hours, you and Bill caught up on everything. And by everything, you mean everything. His life after Hogwarts sounded much more interesting than what you had been doing to keep busy. Bill had been spending his time as a Curse-Breaker for Gringott’s, going on missions throughout Egypt, coming home to London here and there. You smiled as he recounted his stories with such passion and love in his eyes. It was evident that Bill loved what he was doing and he was sad that he couldn’t continue doing his job, now being stationed back in London at a boring desk job. Quite the downgrade from fighting and defeating mummies to working an office job.

Soon, people were filing out of the bar as closing time approached until it was just you and Bill in the pub. You had moved from standing behind the bar to sitting on a stool next to Bill, leaning on the bar as you listened to his deep baritone voice speak to you.

Bill placed a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze. “(Y/N)? Tell me something,” he speaks.

“Anything, Weasley,” you smile at him, sleepily.

Bill chuckles, “Why are you working as a bar maid when you could be going out and doing what you love? Teaching. You’ve always wanted to teach students magic and it doesn’t seem fair that you are parked behind a bar pouring ale and lager to lazy blokes.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I’m serious. What’s stopping you?”

You sigh and recount everything that has held you back from doing what you want. First off, no wizarding school in the United Kingdom was hiring any professor right now due to the climate of the wizarding world. The only other option was moving to America and maybe teaching there at Ilvermorny? Maybe Beauxbatons in France? But it wasn’t a guarantee that you could find a job with such little teaching experience under your belt. “Besides the hiring freeze? I have no experience teaching, Bill. Plus, I want to make money for myself right now so I can save it up and move into my own place rather than living in my small flat with a bunch of my mates. The only other jobs are abroad and I do not have that much money to make a move like that. Besides, my whole family is here. My friends. And you’ve just come back now and leaving just seems illogical,” you sigh, knowing that your dream would have to wait.

He shakes his head, “Excuses, excuses.” You shake your head and take a sip from the whiskey that you had poured yourself, the amber liquid warming up your chest and stomach. It tasted like graduation. “If I can teach a year at Hogwarts, then you certainly can. Besides, you were just as good, if not better, than me in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I’m sure they could use your help more than ever right now.”

Looking up at Bill, you see how tender and soft his gaze is on you. He really meant every word he spoke to you with genuine honesty. Looking at Bill now was like looking at someone who you had known forever. He really hadn’t changed one bit. He was witty and kind and smart and sweet. Your Bill. But at the same time, he was different. He had become so mature and ruthless and brave. It was a new Bill, a Bill you could get used to.

You look down and see that his hand was still placed on your knee. Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat and Bill retracts his hand, digging it into the pocket of his jacket again as you take a sip of your whiskey. “Well,” you start, “I know I would be a better professor than you...I’m better at a lot of things than you,” you tease him as he rolls his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Do I smell a challenge?” Bill laughs as you shrug. “Ah, ah, don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart,” he leans back in his chair, tongue pressed to his cheek as you gulp, the nickname making your palms sweat. “Go on,” he speaks, daring you to challenge him. “You chose.”

Trying to ignore the rapid increase in your heart rate, you swallow hard. “Fine,” you smile before reaching over to the other side of a bar, grabbing a jar filled with a red liquid and multiple bright red cherries. Twisting the cap open, you pluck out two maraschino cherries, one for you and one for Bill. “I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue faster than you can,” you smirk, flirtatiously biting the cherry of its stem as Bill’s eyes widen and he gulps, shifting in his seat.

He clears his throat, “Yeah? How much you wanna bet?”

You think for a moment, trying to find a wager that would make this worth your while. “If I win, you pick up the tab from tonight,” you smile.

“I thought this was all on the house?” he scoffs with a smirk.

“Not if you lose,” you sing song, making him roll his eyes. “And Albert told me about a new worker at Gringott’s. Fleur Delacour? Yeah, you’ve gotta ask her out on a date,” you smirk.

Bill’s eyes widen. “Fleur?!” he exclaims with a laugh. “She’s my co-worker! Plus, we’re just friends. Nothing’s there,” he reasons as you shake your head.

You laugh, “Well those are my terms if I win. Gotta get you out on the dating field, Weasley.” You tease him as he smirks, looking down at the whiskey glass in his hands. “And if you win?”

He thinks for a moment, swirling the whiskey around and around in his glass, pondering what his terms would be. Bill bites the cherry off the stem as you watch his lips move carefully, like you were in a trance of some kind. You quickly shake it off, trying to keep yourself from getting distracted by him. “If I win,” Bill huffs, “then first of all, the drinks are on the house. Second, you’ll have to stop by the Burrow because once Mum hears that you’re in London, she’ll have a cow,” he laughs as you giggle. Molly Weasley, what an angel. “And third of all,” he speaks, leaning forward on his elbows so he’s closer to your face as you inhale sharply, “I’ll ask whoever the fuck I want on a date.”

Your heart stops for a moment as your whole body tingles as the words all from his lips. You can’t take your eyes off of his you are frozen. Bill smirks at your reaction before slowly leaning back in his chair, biting down softly on his lower lip as you gulp. “O-Okay then,” you manage to make out, trying to reorient yourself as Bill chuckles. “Count of three?” you speak before placing the cherry stem in your mouth as Bill does his. “One...two...three.”

With that, the two of you start twisting your tongue around the cherry stem, trying to tie it before the other could. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and your stomach is doing flips as your mind is screaming what the hell is going on. The entire time Bill doesn’t take his eyes off of you, staring into yours. The act felt so inherently sexual that you could feel your palms sweat and a second heartbeat between your thighs grow. This was a terribly good idea.

You can feel the cherry stem in your mouth finally slip into a knot as your eyes widen in victory, hand flying up to your mouth so you can show Bill the work you have done. As you hand reaches your lips, Bill’s fingers slyly pull his cherry stem out of his mouth just mere milliseconds before you. “I win,” he speaks.

“You cheated!” you instantly accuse him, pointing your finger at him.

Bill chuckles, “How did I cheat? I won fair and square and you know it, you sore loser.”

You shake your head, “I clearly won, you saw me! You had to have cheated, just so you could get free whiskey out of it!” Bill just shakes his head and grabs your chair, pulling you closer to him as you fail to notice as you keep rambling nervously. “Admit it, Bill, you just don’t like to admit that you’re not Hogwarts’ golden child anymore. You’ve out grown that title. Step aside for the new winner which is me, of course. You know I won, come on, Bill. I def-”

“(Y/N)?” he asks softly.

You realize that you are mere inches away from Bill now, his hands resting on either side of your stool. You inhale slowly and gulp, trying to calm yourself down to prepare for the inevitable. “Yes, Bill?” you respond just as softly.

“Shut up,” he whispers with a smile.

“Okay.”

Without further hesitation, Bill leans forward and connects your lips together as you inhale deeply, kissing him back and wrapping your arms around his neck instantly. Bill’s hands slide around your sides before hoisting you onto the bar, him standing between your legs as he kisses you deeper. You wrap your legs around his torso, drawing him closer to you, needing to feel his body pressed against yours. His lips move against yours with deep desire that he had been saving for so long and finally, you both were getting what you wanted for so long. His mouth tasted of the whiskey as you took more and more of it, drunk off of his kiss.

His hands held onto you tightly, not daring to let you go as you lightly moaned into his lips, making him smirk. Bill’s tongue was cool against yours as he massaged yours with his, snogging you right in the middle of the bar. Your mouths moved together, lusting after the other’s touch. You hands ran down his chest and his abs as he groaned gently into your mouth, making your stomach flutter as you smirked softly. Bill’s hand cupped your cheek before making its way to the back of your neck, pressing your lips harder against his.

You wanted to take him in this pub just like this, but Bill pulls away before you can push off his jacket. The two of you are breathless from kissing, chest heaving up and down, a smile on both of your faces as you blush a wild crimson. “You win,” you surrender to Bill who chuckles.

“I always win, sweetheart,” he winks before kissing you again, this time short as you whine when he pulls away. “And since I won, that means that this whiskey,” he points to his glass, “is on the house, you’ll be joining the Weasley’s for Sunday dinner, and on Monday night, you’ll be taking the night off so I can take you out on a proper date rather than just snogging on the bar of the pub,” he speaks as you laugh.

You run your fingers through his hair, “You mean you do like snogging me on the bar?” you tease him.

Bill furrows his brows, “Hey, hey, slow your roll. Don’t put words in my mouth now.” You laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than snog you in every location of his pub,” he winks as you roll your eyes. “But I reckon a girl like you should be taken out on a proper date by a bloke like me, eh?”

Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you speak against them, “It’d be my honor.”

“Wicked,” he smirked, giving your sides a squeeze before hoisting you down from the bar. “How about you lock this place up and I’ll walk you back to your flat. Can’t have precious cargo like you roaming the streets alone,” he speaks with a gentle tap on your bum as you roll your eyes.

You shove his shoulder teasingly, “Hey, just because you came back from Egypt, Mr. Big Shot, doesn’t mean you make my decisions for me.” Bill chuckles as you smile, “But yeah, I’ll let you walk me home, Weasley.”

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x reader imagine #bill weasley x fem! reader #bill weasley x feminine! reader #bill weasley x you #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley fic #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley x mc #bill x reader #bill x y/n #Harry Potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter Smut #harry imagine #bill weasley smut

497 notes · View notes