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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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something in the rain — todoroki shoto

ೃ you and shoto were once childhood best friends and sweethearts who had lost touch and communication. 12 years has passed since then, and on a fated summer day in june, there was something in the rain that brought two lost souls back to each other’s arms.

ೃ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem! reader

ೃ tags: childhood friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff

ೃ warnings: none!

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Puppy Love…

What a sweet and trivial concept.

Was it not?

You and Shoto met each other at the tender age of 7. Roughly two years into his intense and odious training brought upon him by his father. His mother who still unwaveringly continued to support him, would sneak the half and half boy out in between his trainings. Whether to bring him out to play in the local playground, run around in the flower fields, or to just go shopping in the local grocer. These simple things were enough to make the boy happy. Even for just a short moment.

Then, during one fated day, the sun was about to go down, and no other child was frolicking around the playground.

It was just you.

Alone on the swing, your eyes cast down on the ground, wriggling your feet and dipping them into the play sand. You hear a faint creaking sound of the seat next to you and now you were accompanied by a boy the same age as you were. Heterochromatic eyes filled with innocence and love, a smile that looked like it never left the curves of his face, floofy half red and white hair that gave him a very distinct yet striking appearance.

“Why are you all alone?” He inquires, tilting his head. “It’s almost night time too. It’s going to get scary…”

“You came here alone too.” You snapped back, averting his gaze and your mouth forming into a pout.

He shakes his head, “No I didn’t. My Mommy is just there.” He points to a faint silhouette of a woman not far from the two of you.

“Oh.” You blink. “Well, um- my house is just over there! So, my parents don’t need to always keep an eye on me!” You cross your arms, pointing to your house a few feet away from the playground.

“You’re lucky. My dad keeps an eye on me a lot. He’s scary most of the time too and I think it’s because of my quirk…” His shoulders visibly slump as he breathes out a hefty sigh. “Mommy takes me out to go play when I’m done with my training and I’m happy because of it!”

“D-do you wanna play on the slide?” You ask him, twiddling with your fingers. A faint shade of pink present on your cheeks. “If it’s okay, I wanna share my happiness with you!“

His eyes sparkle. “Sure! But…. wait! I don’t even know your name yet!”

“Ah my name’s (Y/N)!”

“I’m Shoto!” He grins, his eyes sparkling once more and you can’t help but become flustered even more.

Oh, how you wish to see those bright blue and grey eyes again. His fluffy white and crimson hair, and just… feel his lingering presence in your life once more.

Why did time have to go by so fast?

Why did he have to leave?

After a year of feeling nothing but the purest and most blissful emotions whenever you were with him, that all came crashing down when Shoto and his family moved to another city. The reason why was because the neighborhood that you lived in wasn’t “healthy” for him or rather, it was too friendly and Shoto was getting attached to you even though he shouldn’t.

Heroes are built to be as strong as steel after all. Emotionally and Physically. Endeavor doesn’t want his son to be a soft little marshmallow who only beams so brightly whenever he hangs out with the little girl from the quaint neighborhood.

…It’s been 12 years since then.

You’re now a perpetually tired and no-nonsense sophomore college student. Studied hard enough to get a scholarship at one of the most prestigious universities in Japan and now it feels like you’re drowning in a massive amount of school works and extra cred.

Now, looking back at your whimsical childhood life that was only made possible because of one particular Icy-Hot boy, you get a sudden feeling of euphoria course through you as you reminisce the good times.

There was a feeling of inevitability when you met Shoto.

There was something about him that drew you in.

Even at such a young age, you had the sense that the two of you would be together.

That a moment in time would come in where he would look at you in a certain way and the two of you would cross the threshold of friendship into something so much more.

Which proved to be true, as he has always felt the same way as you did.

The two of you knew each other a little better than everyone else.

All the little secrets shared through giggles and fits of laughter, the embarrassing moments shared in a small and dusty playground, and the sweet little memories that the two of you were too young to understand, but what your prying yet loving mothers both noticed.

Your lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. Like two shooting stars descending from the night sky. It was always fate.

It was fate that the two of you met. It was fate that the two of you would become friends, playmates, and childhood sweethearts.

But you guess it wasn’t fate that the two of you would remain friends forever.

You are still hoping for a sign in the sky or a word from the stars.

If the two of you are fated to meet again.

The soft boom of thunder and sparkle of lightning awoken you from your slumber.

You had fallen asleep whilst studying for your finals. Just ten minutes of rest. You whispered to yourself.

Those ten minutes ended up becoming an hour and a half wasted and instead of studying and memorizing the chemical formulas, you ended up dreaming about ramen instead.

Some pages of your chemistry book were creased as you had ended up using it as a pillow. You pay this no mind as you mindlessly rub your eyes out of habit, looking out the window, as rain had begun to pour outside.

You continue to observe the rainfall as the soft sound of droplets hitting the windowpane was so soothing to you, giving you a momentary peace of mind.

Your short meditation moment was soon interrupted with the grumbling of your stomach.

“Mom and Dad aren’t home till 9…” You stretch your arms, groggily murmuring to yourself. “Might as well have a trip to the convenience store.” You hop out of your chair, reaching for a grey hoodie and matching sweatpants from your closet, trying to channel the comfy girl look as you head out.

You lock the door to your house, opening your umbrella as you whistle your way to the convenience store, taking each step carefully hoping you don’t step on any dirty puddles and hoping you see some cute little frogs on the pathway.

You stop in your tracks when you notice a black sedan parked not too far from your house. You raise suspicion a little bit until you remembered that a new family was moving in the house near you, so you decided to just brush off your skepticism.

“Welcome to Conbini! May I kindly ask you to leave your umbrella by the door?” The cashier greets you, trying to force a customer-friendly smile. They might have had a rough week and you don’t want to be labeled as those jerk kinds of customers so you nod at her and leave your parasol at the entrance.

“Oh my god.” You were about to drop the bags of food in your hands when you notice that your umbrella was gone from the parasol stand, another customer possibly mistaking their umbrella for yours. You sigh in defeat. “You know what, heck it. I could care less at this point.” You pull up your hoodie, dashing your way back home, hoping you don’t end up getting sick from this careless situation you’ve put yourself into.

You stop in your tracks once again when you see a dashing-looking man standing in front of the gates of your house.

tall, well built, half and half colored hair that was wet and tangled, wearing a long and patterned coat, hands in his pockets… it felt as if he was waiting for someone to come out of your home.

Could this be…?

He was alerted by the sound of your steps rippling with the puddles in the pavement, turning to face you, his umbrella twirling with him.

His eyes grow wide at the sight of seeing you, and you notice his chest rise up, like a feeling of relief and of hope.

“(Y/N)…?”

“S-shoto?”

These are still the beautiful heterochromatic eyes you know and love. Only this time, it had a darker hue reflecting from his orbs. These are eyes who have seen and who have gone through so much.

You can’t even believe it.

Here he was, standing right in front of you. The boy you loved all those years ago.

Even more handsome, mature, and striking, and yet you could feel this broken emptiness radiating from him. Emotional scars that still run deep through him and… at this moment, you just want him to bare his heart to you. All this pain and suffering he has felt all these years.

You feel droplets of water sliding down your cheek like crystal teardrops.

“It’s really you…” You were about to drop the bags of food in your hands due to your blissful bewilderment but Shoto rushes to you with his umbrella, shielding you from the storm.

He was a bit too close and you could feel the heat rush up to your cheeks again, a feeling you have not experienced in so many years.

“Ah. I’m sorry.” He steps back a little from you and you can hear yourself internally monologue “nooo” as he takes a few steps away. “It’s been 12 years isn’t it?” He catches your attention again.

“It is. Yeah...” You nod, still looking up at him, a certain twinkle in your eyes and an inexplicable feeling growing in your chest. “W-what brings you here?” You add, your voice soft and sweet, whether you did this on purpose or not will forever remain a question.

“My family… we’re moving back here.” He replies quickly. solemn, yet there was a tint of excitement in his tone. “My father thought it was best if my mother, my siblings and I lived in a different house than him after… all the pain that he made us go through… and so… here we are.”

“Oh! Would you like to come inside and have some coffee?” You ask, pointing your finger to your humble abode. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” You giggle jokingly, trying to keep the atmosphere light and warm despite the cold weather present around you.

You start heading to the direction of your house, knowing that Shoto will follow you inside until…

he grabs you by the arm, enveloping and pulling you in for a tight yet soft and comforting hug. A feeling that you’ve been wistfully longing for such a long time.

A feeling that only Shoto Todoroki could give.

“I missed you so much (Y/N)… can you share your happiness again with me?”

In the midst of the rainy summer season that brought nothing but dim and grey skies, wet and damp atmosphere, and endless floods of sorrow, you were his spring. The rosebud opening in the watery sunshine.

The whimsical girl with grass-stained knees running around the meadow with him… like a prophecy telling him that new beginnings were about to come, your personality and your appearance reminded him of the cherry blossom trees that symbolized a time of renewal.

You were the rainbow after a storm. Spreading light and color to those around her…

The one who brought back light and color to his life again.

“from all the memories stored in my heart”

I only picked up and connected the ones of you.”

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amphxtrite · 4 years ago

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neville longbottom x fem!reader

warnings: drama, sad neville, swearing, unwanted touching, everyone’s around the same year in this fic, so the twins, cedric and everyone are all still at hogwarts.

summary: it was love at first sight for you and neville, and as the years go on, your feelings grow stronger. The jealousy of unrequited love pushes you apart, but nothing will stop you from holding on.

a/n: thank you to @cxcainedaisies for the request and script to write from!! Hope your like it, I tried to follow it to the best of my abilities!

flashback in italic

word count: 5.8k

hope you enjoy <3

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“Welcome first years, to your first herbology class!” A kind voice exclaims from the front of the room. Your eyes widen as you glance around the large greenhouse, you mouth wide in awe.

“My name is professor Sprout, I’ll be your teacher of all things to do with magical plants.”

Your attention is pulled away from the front of the class to see a boy bursting into the greenhouse, face as red as his tie and taking deep breaths.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late Professor, it won’t happen again.” The boy pants, scampering to the only spot open, next to you.

“It’s alright, it’s your first day I understand.” Sprout smiles, returning to beginning her lecture.

Your attention turns from the professor to a speck on the boy beside you, and turning your head, you realize a small leaf has made itself at home in his brown hair.

You giggle lightly before pulling the leaf off of his head, in turn having him turn around at the feeling of your fingers on his head.

“There was a leaf.” You smile, lifting it up in your palm and showing him.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up to see his face tinted a soft pink, much different from the red moments ago.

“Well aren’t you gonna take it, it’s special!” You state, picking up the boy’s hand from his side and pressing it into his hand.

“T-Thank you.” He stumbles, nodding to you as he grips the leaf gently in his palm, careful not to crumple the delicate greenery.

“I’m y/n by the way, it’s nice to meet you.”

Neville glanced nervously at your extended hand, but took it anyways into his own, shaking it gently. “I-I’m Neville, nice to meet you too.”

Crushes never came easy for the gryffindor, being rather timid and unable to talk to most people made it hard for him to find someone he could fancy, but here you come picking a leaf out of his hair and sending him into a panicked mess at the mere sight of you.

You smiled, his hand was warm like a perfect summer day.

“Well Neville, I think we’re going to be great friends!”

_____

You smile as the memory replays in your head for what seemed like the tenth time today as you walk alongside your father, and he’s quick to catch it.

“Someone’s in a pleasant mood today.” He chuckles, nudging you gently with his shoulder as you walk around the big school.

“How can I not? I’m finally in seventh year.” You sigh, glancing up at him and smiling.

“I suppose, but I think there’s something else little Lupin.” He suggests, cocking an eyebrow and looking at you knowingly.

“W-What makes you say that?” You try to lie, stumbling slightly as your father chuckles.

“It’s the same look I had when I thought about Sirius darling, just thought there might be someone on your mind.” Remus smiles with a soft sigh.

“Well… You’re not wrong.” You confess, wringing your fingers as your father pauses and faces you.

“Is it that best friend of yours? Cedric, I recall?” Remus questions, smile growing. You shake your head.

“Then Harry perhaps, he’s rather nice.” He tries again, resulting in a ‘nope’ with a popped ‘p.’

“Then… Frank and Alice’s boy? I see you and him walking in the halls sometimes.

Your silence was all he needed to hear as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water searching for something to say. The gryffindor had stolen your heart.

Remus chuckles.

“He’s a nice boy darling, you don’t have to say anything.” He reassures.

“How could you tell?” You question softly, rather curious.

Remus smiles and sighs, “you look at him the same way I looked at Sirius when we were your age, truth be told I always knew it was him you fancy, just threw in the other boys for fun.” You father jokes, chuckling softly.

You smile gratefully as a familiar boy in a yellow tie runs towards you.

“There you are y/n, could you help me out with some of the new students? Bunch of trouble we got this year.” Cedric sighs, panting lightly as you nod and he takes your hand.

“Sorry for the interruption Professor Lupin, see you in class!” Cedric calls, tugging on your arm for you to follow him.

Your father simply waves as he watches you bound down the hallways towards a group of small children, furrowing his eyebrows as he watches Cedric’s arm tug you closer to him and his face heat up as you laugh. “Oh dear.” He sighs, pursing his lips.

“Alright! Boys to the left, girls to the right. We’ll see you all at breakfast tomorrow.” You exclaim as the new hufflepuffs file themselves down their respective staircase and chatter amongst themselves. You notice one pause for a moment in front of a staircase and hesitantly look around.

“Go on, there’s nothing to worry about.” You murmur to them giving a light push as they set their foot on the staircase and smile joyfully as they begin sprinting up the steps.

“You were amazing, you know.” Cedric chuckles, collapsing into one of the yellow couches and sighing softly.

“Thanks Ced, you were right, we’ve got an energetic bunch this year.” You laugh, sitting beside him.

“Think you’re bein’ too nice on them y/n, I swear a kid almost bit me.”

The two of you erupt into laughter and begin talking about your summer. You’re about half-way through talking about your trip to France when Cedric’s gaze begins fluttering down to your lips and your sentence drops.

“I-Is there something on my face?” You ask, reaching your hand up to wipe your mouth.

“No, just thinking bout something.” Cedric chuckles scooting closer to you and smirking.

“O-Oh, really?” You ask, backing away a little as you swallow uncomfortably.

“Yeah, and I’ve given it a lot of thought.” He continues, leaning towards you.

“I really--”

“I’ve got to get to bed Cedric, it’s getting late and I have potions first thing in the morning I should go.” You rush, picking yourself off the couch and hurrying towards the girl’s common room.

“Oh, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow darling!” Cedric calls.

‘Darling’ you get a sick feeling to your stomach as you round the corner to your dorm room and drop onto your bed. Why did it have to be darling?

_____

“Neville! Are you even listening to me?” Ginny asks, waving her hand in front of the brunette as Luna giggles softly at the gryffindor’s glazed eyes.

Neville’s eyes snap down from a spot not too far away and focus again on the redhead in front of him.

“S-Sorry Ginny, I— got distracted…” Neville sighs, looking back down at his books in front of him, and finding his spot again.

“That’s the third time in the past hour Neville, what are you looking at?” Ginny sigh, craning her neck up and around in the direction her friend was looking.

“Wait! Gin don’t.” Neville groans as Ginny’s eyes find you sitting at a table by the window.

“Are you and y/n alright?” Ginny asks, gaze drifting from you to the textbook in front of you, to the hufflepuff beside you. “Oh…”

Neville sighs and hides his heads in his arms as Ginny glances back at him.

“It’s Diggory isn’t it?” Ginny sighs, rolling her eyes and looking back at Neville. “Maybe?”

“That boy never leaves her alone.” Luna sighs, turning the page in her book.

“She probably likes him anyways.” Neville shrugs, fiddling the page of his novel between his fingers.

“Please. If you ask me, she looks miserable.” Ginny jokes, nudging Neville in the side with her elbow.

Neville only rolls his eyes in return, letting out another soft sigh as he watches Cedric inch closer to you.

“Just wish I could talk to her.”

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Cedric’s fingers run through the strands of your thick hair and down your cheeks as your eyes train down at the textbook below you.

“Ced I-I’m really trying to focus right now, would you mind cutting it out?” You ask, pushing his fingers away gently.

“Come on love, I’m just playing with your hair.” Cedric smirks, leaning closer to you and raising his eyebrow.

Your lips purse uncomfortably and you shift in your spot. “Very funny Ced.”

“What am I distracting you?” Cedric teases.

You sigh to yourself as you push back the urge to tell Cedric to stop. You refocus on your homework and Cedric smirks, taking your silence as a good sign.

“You know, a lot of the first years look up to you.” Cedric smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“Uh huh.” You nod, scanning your eyes down your textbook again.

“And. They see me as a role model too.” The brunette chuckles, shutting the textbook and pushing it away. You groan in annoyance.

“Where are you going with this Cedric?”

Cedric chuckles and glances from side to side, almost nervously.

“What would you say if I were to ask you to be my girlfriend?” He rushes out.

Your jaw clenches as your eyes scan Cedric’s face.

Bloody hell.

The pink hue dusting your best friend’s cheeks and the hopeful gaze he held had your heart dropping to your stomach and your heart racing.

“C-Cedric. You’ve been my best friend for years…” You laugh nervously, glancing around the library in an attempt to avoid Cedric’s gaze, only to lock eyes with a pair of sad bright eyes. Neville.

Your lips part into a soft ‘o’ as your eyes lock, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. For a moment you felt different. When you looked into Cedric’s eyes, a feeling more similar to dread, or maybe even fear swam through your gut. You were afraid to be confronted about his feelings for you. Scared to lose a friend or be too afraid to turn him down.

But the eyes you found across the library made you feel safe, warm. As though everything was going to be alright. Your eyes leave his and travel downwards, he’s clenching his fist, his lips are pulled into a frown and by the looks of it he isn’t listening to Ginny who is sitting next to him, lips moving but with no reaction from the gryffindor next to her.

Nervously, you send a smile in Neville’s direction and the stress in his eyebrows disappears. He shyly smiles back and offers you a small nod, you can feel your cheeks light up as Cedric moves his head so you are face to face with him again.

Your blush hasn’t faded, and there must have been a dopey grin on your face because when Cedric’s eyes met yours again, a grin flashed across his lips.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you have already stood and picked up your textbook.

“I told my dad I’d meet him today, I’ll see you later Cedric.” You nod abruptly, turning on your heel and speed walking in the other direction. Cedric’s eyebrows furrow and he mumbles a soft ‘yeah of course.’ as you leave. Your eyes don’t leave the floor as you push open the library doors and lead yourself to the defence against the dark arts classroom. Cedric’s words echo through your head. ‘Girlfriend.’ He couldn’t be serious about that, you had been best friends with him since your third year. You had never thought of him as anything more than a friend and until now you had thought he felt the same. Well, hoped was more of the right word. Cedric had always been very affectionate for just a friend, and it was really beginning to make sense why his hands would always linger on yours for just too long to be normal.

You stop at your father’s classroom, but he didn’t seem to be present at the time so instead you made a beeline for the hufflepuff common room, hopefully before Cedric got there as well.

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Cedric wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling the blushes he saw on your cheeks when the two of you were together weren’t for him, but for the longest time he had no clue who the person was that got you so flustered. Today, he followed your gaze, and he saw the way your eyes softened when you looked across the room. He saw your little smile he adored and this time he saw who it was for. Neville Longbottom was sitting across from you when your gaze drifted from his, the gryffindor had been staring at you and him, and Cedric knew it. But it wasn’t until you dropped your eyes from his gaze and met Longbottom’s instead that he realized what was going on. The awkward gryffindor boy had a crush on you, and you liked him back.

Jealousy and anger bubble in Cedric’s stomach as his eyes trained on the brunette himself.

You barely talked to Neville, not as much as you talked to him anyways. What on Earth did that prat have that he, your best friend didn’t. Cedric’s teeth grind together as his eyes bore holes into Neville’s head, until a voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

“Are you alright there mate?” A concerned voice or two, calls to the hufflepuff.

Cedric’s eyes snap up to see the Weasley twins standing over him with similar expressions on their faces.

“Yeah- I’m fine, what do you lads need?” Cedric sighs, turning to face them.

“Well we were wondering if you’d seen Y/n?” George asks.

“Yeah, we’ve been looking for her for a while and we figured you’d know.” Fred shrugs.

Cedric nods and begins to tell the twins where you’ve gone when a twisted thought pushes itself into his head. The twins were popular, and close to you, could probably get them to spread something without them even knowing it.

“I- um actually asked her out today, she’s getting ready to go out.” Cedric lies cooly, shrugging his shoulders and looking up at the twins.

A similar cross between confusion and curiosity flashed in the twin’s eyes, and they immediately looked to each other before, glancing back to Cedric.

“Oh, thanks Ced.” The twins nod, rushing off towards the library door to go looking for you as Cedric crosses his arms in front of his chest and smirks, standing and slinging his bag over his shoulder before walking off to find his friends, hoping to add more fuel to the fire.

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You were mere steps away from the hufflepuff common room, mind still lingering on today’s events when two voices called out for you followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer.

“Y/n! Wait a sec would ya?” The first voice, you guessed, was Fred chimes.

You barely have time to react as they skid to a ‘stop’ bumping into you abruptly and grabbing your shoulders.

“Why are you two in such a rush?”

“Is it true?” George asks, eyes wide and mouth agape. Your eyebrows furrow and Fred rolls his eyes. “What he means to say is, is it true Diggory asked you out, and you said yes?” Fred elaborates, equally intrigued.

“What?!” You cry.

“Cedric said you were getting ready for a date? Why didn’t you tell us you fancy hi-”

“Because I don’t you twat, w-when did he tell you this?” You stammer, trying to compose yourself as the twins looked to each other with guilty expressions and cringes on their faces.

“Y-You didn’t…” You pause, looking back and forth at the redhead twins.

“It’s just you and Cedric a-are really close yeah? We just thought, maybe-” Fred stutters, wringing his fingers together and looking down at his shoes.

“Please don’t tell me you told someone!” You groan, bringing your hand to your forehead.

“Cedric was already going to tell his pals, we just weren’t sure.” George sighs, hanging his head.

“W-We asked a couple of your friends if they knew anything about this. T-They didn’t know anything! In fact Ginny-”

Your blood runs cold. Ginny had been sitting with Neville in the library today, if Fred and George had gone to ask Ginny if she knew what was going on…

Your mind flies to when Cedric had his arm around your shoulder and his hand in your hair. If anyone had seen that they would believe this, you needed to find Cedric now.

“W-We’re sorry y/n! You know we love to joke with you sometimes, we didn’t know he was lying.” George sighs, pursing his lips.

“No, no. I get why you’d believe him. I-I’m gonna go find him.” You excuse yourself, running off in the direction of the library, hopefully Cedric hadn’t gone far from the library.

You run around the halls dodging students and teachers, when you reach the library, the doors are ajar but when you peak inside Cedric is nowhere to be found. Turning, you ready yourself to run in the direction of the clocktower courtyard when a wall seems to form out of nowhere.

You back up apologies spilling past your lips as you look up to see who you had bumped into.

They turn slowly and your eyes trail up a gryffindor’s robe, a small potted plant resides in his hands, slightly smudged with dirt that also resided on his cheek and on his forehead just below his brown hair.

“H-Hi Neville.” You squeak, lifting your hand in a nervous wave. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You smile, scratching the back of your neck.

Neville’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth awkwardly unsure of what to say, his eyes swivel from your face to the floor to the mimbulus mimbletonia in his hands and back at you again. “It’s okay.” He manages weakly, hoping you couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest.

You smile up at the boy and lift your arm up. Gathering your sleeve onto your finger, you use the fabric to wipe the dirt from Neville’s face, brushing it off your cloak before gazing back up again.

Neville felt as though he was in first year all over again, your gorgeous eyes staring back up at him after you had picked a leaf from his head and stolen his heart.

As if it could get any worse, Neville's breath seemed to stop and his brain turned to mush. He tries to say something, anything, but the only thing that escapes is a small smile.

You notice his pause right away and take a step back again.

“I’m sorry y-you just had some dirt on your face a-and, you have a wonderful mimbulus mimbletonia by the way.” You laugh softly, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“T-Thank you, amazing plants they are, would you like to hold it?” Neville suggests.

Would you like to hold it?! Neville curses himself inwardly as he awkwardly stands holding the boil covered plant out towards you.

As if the universe hated him even more, Neville’s finger slipped and landed on the defensive plant causing dark stinksap to spew all over his hands.

“Bloody hell.” The gryffindor mumbles.

Your eyes widen and you immediately take the plant into your arm and take Neville by the stinksap-covered hand.

Without missing a beat you lead Neville to the bench beside the library and sit him down.

“Scourgify!” You chime, watching in relief as the dark green substance was cleaned from your hands.

Neville purses his lips as he watches the sap disappear from his hands, he’d done it this time, embarrassed himself to no return. Silently, he waits for you to turn away disgusted, or chuck his plant back at him, but it never comes.

Looking back up, his breath hitches at the sight of you holding the potted plant out in front of you, examining the boils and spines of the mimbulus mimbletonia, and he could almost swear he could see admiration in your gaze.

“Amazing growth Neville, I can tell you take great care of it.” You smile, finally meeting Neville’s gaze again. Your cheeks heat up as you realize Neville already staring back up at you, his bright green eyes fixated with something that resembled a mix of shock and happiness.

“Neville?” You laugh, poking him gently in the shoulder.

“I-I received it as a gift, doing my best to keep it healthy.” Neville smiles proudly.

“I can tell. Professor Sprout must be proud.” You compliment, setting the plant back in Neville’s arms.

Neville blushes bashfully at your comment and he shrugs, gaze falling to the ground.

Just as the brunette opens his mouth to compliment your work in herbology, another voice interrupts him. Hermione comes running down the halls, panting lightly as she spots you, her eyes widening.

“Y/n! Y-Y/n.” She calls, finally stopping and placing her hands on your shoulders.

“P-Please say it isn’t true, everyone- everyone keeps saying.” Hermione pauses, catching her breath. “Breathe Mione, you look exhausted how long have you been running-”

Hermione doesn’t even let you finish as she lifts her finger to interrupt.

“A bunch of hufflepuff boys a-are saying you slept with Cedric. A-And he’s not denying it.” Hermione whispers in a hushed tone, careful so no one else will hear it.

Your heart drops and your take in a deep breath. “I-I’ve got to go Nev, I’ll talk to you later!” You call to the gryffindor still sitting on the bench looking at you curiously. He nods, confused and watches you disappear down the hall with Hermione pointing you towards something. Even once you’ve disappeared, he sits back and looks up at the ceiling. Replaying every moment of your interaction in his head, smiling gleefully to himself as he clutches his plant pot slightly closer to him, as though he could feel where your fingers once were. Standing, he slowly begins walking where you left to find you.

Hermione leads you down to the clocktower courtyard, exactly where you thought Cedric might be, you’re taken aback by the amount of people gathered around the courtyard. Many hufflepuffs and even students from the other houses whispered around as you spotted Cedric and his close mates in the centre. His friends were pushing Cedric around playfully, teasing him about something you couldn't quite hear.

Cedric was smirking, rolling his eyes slightly as the crowds exchanged some ‘oohs’ you push your way through the group of students, and furrow your eyebrows as someone congratulates you jokingly and a group of girls glare at you furiously. Hermione trails behind you, throwing death glares to whoever looked in your direction.

Cedric turns his head as a commotion breaks out and spots you, his mates turn in your direction too and they begin wolf whistling and nudging Cedric in the chest.

“Cedric what’s going on here?” You demand, ignoring the group of morons trying to push your buttons. “Nothing love, the guys were just messing around.” Cedric smiles, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Stop that!” You groan, brushing him away.

“Stop what?”

“Calling me love! And darling! Ced, it’s weird.” You confess, rubbing your arm nervously and backing away.

“Why would it be weird y/n?” Cedric asks, taking a step towards you.

“B-Because I don’t-” Cedric cuts you off.

“Y/n, I know we haven’t really talked about this before…” Cedric starts, gesturing between you two and lifting his hand up. “But y/n, I want to be more than just friends, we’d be perfect together!” Cedric exclaims, pushing your thick hair behind your ear and toying with your earring.

A loud collection of gasps and ‘oohs’ fill the air again as you swallow thickly and glance around, avoiding Cedric’s gaze.

“Please y/n, I’ve loved you for so long, I can’t stand not being with you…” Cedric continues, causing guilt to flood your stomach and your gut to twist into knots.

You can hear Hermione just barely yelling at Cedric to stop and for you not to listen, but she is held back and drowned out by one of Cedric’s friends yelling, “come on y/n, say yes!”

A whole chorus of ‘say yes’ breaks out and your face floods red as Cedric starts to move closer to you.

You look at Cedric pleadingly, begging him to stop this. He knew you hated these kinds of situations, why on Earth would he put you through this?

He’s taking advantage of it. You remind yourself as Cedric’s breath drew closer to your face. You place your hands on Cedric’s chest and attempt to push him away , but his feet are planted and he has a tight grasp of your arm, refusing to let go until you gave him what he wanted.

Your head turns again in an attempt to stop Cedric from getting too close, and a short distance from the crowd you saw something that made your heart drop.

Neville stood by the entrance to the courtyard, still clutching his mimbulus mimbletonia in his hands with a heartbroken look on his face. His jaw was slack, eyes wide and on the verge of tears, your stomach clenches and you try again, trying to get away from the pressure to just give in. The chanting grows louder, some people even shouting ‘kiss him!’ and you watch devastated as Neville runs away, a glistening tear running down his cheek.

“Cedric I-I don’t like-” You try again.

“Come on y/n! You’ve already shagged him, just make it official already!” A voice calls teasingly.

Your head swivels in the direction of the voice and all at once, you snap. You couldn’t take the taunting, the pressure or Cedric’s behavior any longer. With all your might, you stomp on Cedric’s foot and in his moment of weakness you tear off his hands and explode.

“I did not shag him! I never have and I never will because I don’t like him!”

The crowd reels back at your sudden outburst and the chanting stops.

Cedric’s mates open their mouths to say something, but Hermione uses their shock as an advantage and clocks the one holding her back across the face.

“All of you leave now!” She seethes, pointing her wand at the by-standers threateningly.

You pant heavily as you watch the group finally begin to leave and you turn back to Cedric.

“What is wrong with you?” You hiss.

Cedric winces at your tone and stares down at the ground.

“You used my fear against me, you held me against you when I tried to escape, you told people we slept together, Cedric what the hell?” You cry incredulously.

Cedric doesn’t respond, choosing to avoid your gaze, and you entirely instead of saying anything, not even an apology comes out of his mouth.

Groaning in frustration, you stomp away, leaving Hermione to give Cedric and his friends a piece of her mind while you run through the halls with tears spilling down your face, you had to find him, Neville had seen what had happened and you knew he thought something else was happening. Swiveling our head in search, it hits you like a ton of brick, there was one place Neville went to when he was upset, and after years of finding him there on accident, it was your best bet. You pick up the pace and run towards the green houses.

“She likes him… How could I have been so stupid, of course she likes Diggory!” Neville curses, sitting himself in the corner of the very first greenhouse he had ever stepped into. The one where he’d first met you, the greenhouse where he fell for you.

He had finally made it to the clocktower courtyard, peaked inside and saw Cedric holding you in his arms, slowly inching forwards as a crowd around you laughed. He even heard someone chant that you and Cedric had slept together… How stupid could he be, you’d always choose Cedric over him.

For a while, Neville just sits and does his best to hold back his tears, replaying your moment together in the hall as if he could go back in time and relive it forever. The security of the greenhouse can only help so much and soon, he can feel tears spilling from the corner of his eyes.

Just as Neville is about to stand and head back to his dorm, the greenhouse door swings open abruptly and you enter, hair messy and tears adorning your face, but still looking as angelic as always. Neville stands suddenly, ignoring the rush of blood to his head and begins to walk away with his head down when he feels your hand on his shoulder.

“Nev, please. Hold on a minute.” You beg, biting back your tears as Neville’s dejected eyes look back at you.

“No it’s okay y/n, I understand, you like him…” Neville sighs, pushing his lips up in a pitiful excuse for a smile.

“Neville!”

“Y/n, I saw what happened, you don’t have to pretend!” Neville cuts you off again, raising his arm to brush your hand from his shoulder.

“No!” You shout, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around him.

“Please hold on Nev, h-he made all of it up! I-I’ve never shagged him, never kissed him, I’ve n-never even liked him.” You sniffle, hugging Neville closer to you as he stands frozen, processing your words.

“The truth is I’ve only fancied one boy from my first year at Hogwarts. I picked a leaf from his hair and ever since he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to kiss.” You admit shakily, pulling back a bit to look into the green eyes you adore.

“Nev?” You murmur.

Neville doesn’t speak for a moment, blinking a couple times before raising his hand to your cheek and wiping away your tears.

Taking a deep breath, Neville smiles. A real smile this time that stretched to his eyes and showed his teeth.

“Funny, because a girl picked a leaf out of my hair back in my first year and I fell in love with her as well.” Neville confesses, wrapping an arm around your back and returning your embrace.

“She’s absolutely stunning, with beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes, even when she’s crying she’s angelic, though I do hate to see her sad.” Neville continues, wiping away another tear with his thumb.

“Really thought she liked someone else, someone better…” The gryffindor pauses, glancing away for a moment as his insecurities raised again.

“Nev.” You smile, using your finger to turn him back to face you. “There’s no one better for me than the person I fell in love with.”

Neville blushes again, this time with a soft grin spreading across his face as he feels himself lean closer. As Neville leaned closer, a different feeling swirled in your stomach. Butterflies.

You meet him halfway and smile into his lips as you relish in the warmth that coursed through your veins and the comfort Neville brought you.

You felt safe, finally at home.

The kiss is chaste and sweet, both of you choosing to just pause and breathe each other in. Neville pulls away for a moment and looks into your eyes, feeling the joy and security from your gaze, he relaxes and holds you tighter in his arms.

“Wow.” Neville sighs, shyly resting his forehead against yours. “Wow indeed.” You smile.

“So glad I held on.” Neville smirks happily, pressing another short kiss to your soft lips.

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Walking through the halls hand in hand with your boyfriend was something that would never get old.

Boyfriend, you grin to yourself. Neville had asked you out not long after your first kiss and you’d been inseparable ever since. You’d gone to Hogsmeade together, studied together, cuddled by black lake, he’d even snuck you into the gryffindor common room so he could show you his collection of plants and journals, he eventually ended up reading to you as you lay in his arms.

All your friends were supportive of your relationship with Neville, finding you to be the perfect couple. They were also very hostile towards Cedric, especially the twins after he had lied to them and Hermione after what he said about you.

Cedric had yet to make an attempt to patch up your friendship, but you were fine with it. You had your real friends to hang out with, and your boyfriend to talk to about everything.

Neville squeezing your hand brings you back to reality, and he looks at you with a cocked eyebrow. “What’s on your mind flower?” Neville chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am.” You reply in a sing-song voice, raising yourself onto your toes to push your lips against Neville’s cheek.

“Y-Y/n?” A small voice calls out to you from across the hall.

You look over to see Cedric with his hands behind his back and a guilty expression on his face.

“Can I help you Cedric?” You reply simply, poison laced in your tone.

Cedric winces, but acknowledges he deserved that, and takes a deep breath.

“Listen, I’m sorry okay, what I did was stupid.” Cedric apologizes, still rather hesitant.

“It’s fine, c’mon Nev, everyone’s waiting for us.” You turn back to Neville and pull him along.

“T-That’s it?” Cedric chimes again. “What else do you want? You waited months for a halfhearted apology Cedric, I owe you nothing.” You hiss, storming off towards the exit towards the lake.

“Don’t let him get to you flower, he’s not worth it.” Neville smiles, squeezing your hand as he spots your friends gathered around Black Lake.

You nod and smile up at Neville again, grateful to have him beside you.

The two of you reach the small group of friends and sit yourselves down.

“Bout time you lovebirds showed up.” Ginny laughs.

“We got caught up in the halls, sorry for making you wait.” You sigh, resting your head on Neville’s shoulder.

“Was it Diggory?” Fred snarls, cracking his knuckles threateningly. You nod and George rolls his eyes. “Why I outta-”

“No, he ‘apologized.’” You sigh, using air quotation around apologized.

“Y/n told him off though.” Neville laughs, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“He deserved it, nice jon y/n.” Luna smiles, patting you on the back.

“Serves him right.” Hermione smirks, still rather bitter about everything that happened.

“Why are we still even talking about the bloke?” Ron chimes in, everyone nods synchronously and you all burst out laughing. The conversation shifts to Quidditch as Harry talks about gryffindor’s next game against slytherin and Ginny gushes over her invitation to play for the Holyhead Harpies. Everything was back to normal, and a sense of peace and happiness washes over you.

“Everything alright flower?” Neville asks, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You smile softly.

“No Nev, everything’s perfect.”

You lean up and press a soft kiss to Neville’s lips, deepening it for a moment to let your lips move in sync with one another, to feel Neville smile into the kiss.

“So glad I held on.”

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admiringlove · 4 years ago

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akaashi keiji

as we all are aware, akaashi keiji is a reserved boy. he doesn't speak up most of the time unless it's absolutely necessary, so his confession is a little reserved, shy, quiet, and unconditionally adorable.

he watches you in class because you sit next to him. he befriends you almost instantly when you join the volleyball club as a manager. he tries to be closer to you—which is his way of saying, "let's be together", or "i want to spend some time with you."

his blushes are only slight, because akaashi keiji doesn't show that he's in love. he's not one for grand gestures, because his love is subtle. it's the quiet glances, the small stares in the library(but looking away when you notice because it makes him flush irrationally), the bringing you recommendations for novels, or studying in the library together(and sitting in a way where your legs brush together, making his heart afloat with wonder).

he looks forward to the weekends. because that's when you tend to invite him to places. but, sometimes, the two of you show up to places without planning that you are going to meet. like last weekend, when akaashi was browsing through the romance section in the library, and you pulled a book from the other side of the shelf, making instant eye contact with the cerulean eyed boy.

so, since akaashi has this little infatuation with you, he decides that it's gotten to an extent where he has to tell you no matter what.

his heart paces up every time you're around. he loves the way you ruffle his hair before going into your house(the two of you walk home together), his mind is always thinking about you, and he can't even shake you away in his dreams.

and so, begins the confession. akaashi keiji, being the smart and collective boy he is, confesses to you with a letter.

you were heading home, and it was quite late in the evening. your part-time shift at a local bakery had just ended, and you were tired when you stepped outside, locking the door with a slight huff. you turn around, to see your best friend waiting there, as you slightly flinch back, making the messy-haired boy chuckle.

"keiji!" you said, a hand over your heart, "how are you, this fine evening?"

he chuckles at the way you greet him, gesturing for you to walk alongside his figure as he muses, "i'm doing spectacularly well, m'lady. here, i brought some tea to refresh you as we walk home."

you beam, taking the flask from his soft hands, and bringing it to your lips. the aroma of the clove, cardamom, and other spices immediately in your senses as you excitedly ask, "this is chai, isn't it?"

"yes it is," he replies as you take a long-awaited sip, sighing after you do as the hot drink travels down your throat, clearing it almost instantly. you grin as you look up at the already velvet night sky, specks of joy littering the navy hue across the horizon. tonight feels pleasant to you—the company of your best friend, who always tends to make your heart swell up like a balloon, was quieter than usual tonight. he didn't speak much, wore a black face-mask to cover his overwhelming flustered state, and his reading glasses perched up onto the bridge of his nose that he kept pushing desperately.

"keiji, is there something wrong?" you ask, placing a hand on the blade of his shoulder. he flinches suddenly, his eyes looking up at you in worry as he says, "we're here."

"yes, but-"

"don't say anything tonight, [y/n]. i need to do something," he mumbles, shoving his hand inside his bag and pulling out a small envelope with a wax stamp. he holds it out for you to take, which you do gratefully as he says, "open it when you're inside, okay?"

"keiji, is there something wrong?" you murmur, but he only shakes his head, ruffles your hair, and begins to walk towards the direction of his home. you sigh, opening your front door and take off your shoes, immediately tearing through the envelope and reading its contents.

your eyes begin to moisten as you read the small moments that akaashi describes in the letter—which you thought made something bloom in your heart, but you weren't sure if he felt the same. you stop, eyes widening in the realization that your best friend is outside, and probably overthinking to an extent where his brain is probably going haywire.

you run outside, not heeding that you only have socks on as you find your friend merely blocks away. he's about to enter his own home when you yell out his name, letter waving in your palm in the air, "oi, keiji!"

he turns to look at you, the outside light reflecting his glassy blue eyes with his mouth partly open. you stop, panting as you shove the letter in his face and say, "why couldn't you give me this sooner?"

"w-what?" he whispers, his voice stuck in his throat as his mind thinks at a pace of a million miles per hour. why are you here? you're supposed to be at home. you don't like him back—wait, do you?

"if you had given me this letter sooner, dummy, we could've celebrated valentine's day together in the library instead of me doing it out at a coffee shop with my friends!" you huff, engulfing him in a warm embrace as he blinks away the confusion. his heart calms down, as he returns the hug with grace and hums into your ear indulgently, "i love you."

"i love you too, nerd."

bokuto kōtarō

bokuto needs to double-check everything with his more mature, sophisticated, and intelligent best friend, akaashi for confirmation that he actually does like you.

he's going on-and-on about you. he doesn't intend to stop anytime soon, but akaashi is fed up. although the setter doesn't want to admit it, he thinks that the small infatuation with you has gotten to a level where it's either annoying or adorable to listen to bokuto ramble. and right now? it was annoying, because bokuto is supposed to be focusing on volleyball.

akaashi stops bokuto after practice, leading him to a quieter place outside the gates where the two spend some time(again, bokuto is talking about how neat your notebook is, or how kind you were when talking to him—akaashi had tuned him out at this point) when the blue-eyed boy finally snapped.

he tells bokuto that he should probably confess to you because talking to akaashi about his infatuation is probably not going to help your relationship develop into something more serious. till now, you were only friends with the ace; a friendly classmate whom bokuto loved talking to and partnering up with for projects.

bokuto thinks about it for a few days, his mind completely clouded by what akaashi had said. he even consults kuroo during the weekend, and finally comes to the revelation that no matter what, he has to confess his feelings to you. and of course, since valentine's day was on a sunday this year, he would ask you a day before.

but, the ace is left dejected when you come to school one day with a few roses and chocolates in your hands. his hair deflates, eyes disheartened and he sulks into his seat behind you. you're concerned, but you continue paying attention to class.

after school, bokuto realizes that there isn't volleyball practice today. how is he supposed to distract his mind now? you were right behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he flinches.

"ko-san?" you mumble, "are you okay? you haven't been talking to me the whole day."

bokuto's amber eyes soften at the nickname you had given him, as he shakes his head and chuckles dryly, "oh, no. not at all, [y/n]. i'm completely fine."

"you do realize, you're a really bad liar," you giggle, pulling his coat sleeve along as you begin walking out the gates. the school was fairly empty, you had waited to talk to bokuto, because today was the day you had decided that you would finally confess. but he had been behaving strangely, and he avoided you even in recess—which was when you were about to tell him your feelings, but he ran away after getting only a glimpse of you.

"ah, i'm sorry. i was just a little upset that volleyball got cancelled today," he mutters, a hand on the back of his neck as he averts his gaze from you. you chuckle at the awkward ace, who's usually booming with joy and radiant with his obnoxiously loud persona. you attempt to give him a head-pat after getting on your tippy-toes, but alas, it doesn't work out(come on now, the boy is huge).

he begins laughing at your pout but continues to bow down to your height so you could run your hands through his hair. you feel chills run down your spine when bokuto smiles at you after you do it, as you accidentally blurt, "you should continue smiling. sulking doesn't suit you."

"you think?" he asks, a slight blend of a smirk and a grin plays itself on his face as mutters, "i think you should smile more too."

"really?" you ask, "oh yeah, do you want to come to a coffee shop with me?"

he looks up at you almost instantly, and blurts, "i thought you had someone to do that with now."

"what?" you widen your eyes, stopping in your tracks as you laugh, "wait, you mean the little chocolates and the roses?"

he blushes, covering his face with his hand as his grey hair shines—but you laugh more, because of how adorable the scene unfolding in front of you was.

"me and my friends exchanged valentines' day chocolates with each other," you chuckle, "i'd rather go out with you."

you shrug lightly, your eyes fixed on the pavement below your feet(because grey is such a complex color, right?) as you wait for a response from the grey-haired boy. he sighs theatrically, and the next thing you know, two huge arms are wrapping themselves around you, and a voice utters into your ear, "i'd go out with you too. i was about to confess today but... i got sad after seeing you with valentines' gifts."

you laugh, looking up into his majestic yellow eyes as you peck his nose softly, "that's adorable."

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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My Tentacle Romance (ksj)

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Relationship: hamster hybrid!Seokjin x Eldritch Horror!Reader

Genre: smut, pwp | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~7.2k

Summary: You didn’t mean to scare him. You didn’t to fall in love with him, either.

Tags: agender reader, gender neutral reader, tentacle monster, first kiss, meet weird, and they were roommates, getting together, tentacles, tentacle monster, tentacle dick, come inflation, come swallowing, excessive cum, gagging, choking, dirty talk, oviposition, multiple penetration, multiple orgasms, switch!Jin, switch!reader, mild bondage (but with tentacles)

A/N: This fic was written for @aroseforyoongi both filling a request from my 2k followers event (”you need to stop pulling my tail”) and for Eva’s birthday! Happy birthday, ilysm!!

A/N 2: The banner for this fic was made by the awesome @i-live-so-i-love - thank you so much!!!

The first time Seokjin saw you, he was terrified. Reasonably, you assumed; most people would have that reaction if a humanoid tentacle monster oozed from underneath their bed the first week in their new home. He didn’t need to throw that stupid book at you though. Books really hurt when the spine struck a sensitive tentacle tip. He also didn’t need to scream the way he did. Your ears ached for an hour after. You didn’t know a human male could make that sound. Well… Humanoid.

He had looked human, at first glance. And then you saw his ears. They were large and round and most definitely not human. And his face – with a streak of light tan fur over his nose and a smattering of whiskers on his cheeks – You’d found yourself rooming with a hybrid of some sort. Which was okay, hybrids scared just as easily as humans, in your experience. But you were curious what kind of hybrid he was. Not that he would tell you, what with all the book throwing and screeching he was doing.

A few weeks later, you attempted to meet your reluctant roommate once more. You snuck out from under the bed once more and peeked over the bed, watching the handsome humanoid. He was lying on his bed, reading. At least it looked like he was attempting to read. He was squinting and turning the book this way and that. You spotted his glasses a few feet away and slid a tentacle out, snagging them and bringing them to the bed. You dropped them next to him, and he startled again, head whipping around.

“Don’t scream,” you said, plugging your ears in preparation. He put his glasses on and drew in a gasp of breath, mouth open to scream. “I said don’t,” you pleaded, one tentacle whipping out to cover his mouth. He promptly bit it. You screamed, that time. Who the hell thought biting a slimy black tentacle was a good plan?

You yanked the tentacle back, holding it in your hand as it throbbed. “Why would you bite me, you fucking lunatic?!”

He spluttered, scrambling back into the far corner of his bed. “What are you?!”

“You don’t go around biting people, Jesus Christ, are you an animal?” You snapped, crawling the rest of the way out from under the bed.

He squeaked, covering his mouth with both hands. You could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, and hear his heart racing.

“Dude. Calm down. You’re gonna have a heart attack.” You glanced down at yourself, chuckling a little. “Just calm down,” you repeated. You shuddered a little; this was never an entirely pleasant experience. Bit by bit, you withdrew the multitude of tentacles from various parts of your body back into your skin. Your magic allowed you to appear in somewhat human clothing, simple pants and a shirt, though your left arm remained rather… Tentacle-y no matter how hard you tried to change it. “Is this better?”

His breathing seemed to slow a little. “W—What are you?” He asked again, letting his hands drop from his mouth.

“I’m ___. I’m the Eldritch God that lives under your bed.” You grimaced, looking around. “What is that horrendous sound?” You asked. You spotted a radio on the dresser nearby, blasting some male voice screeching and snarling about dancing to the tune of someone’s death, loving, or something—A tentacle shot from your back and slapped the pause button on the noise. When the room was silent, you turned back to Jin and stuck your right hand out for him to shake, holding the tentacle arm your back.

“Eldritch God?” He repeated. “Also, that was a good song.”

“Yep. I’ve lived in this area for hundreds of years. Scaring humans or… Hybrids. Just generally enjoying life. I’m a low-level god. Pretty young, so I just kinda have to find stuff to do until the end of the world. Scaring people is fun. Never had one bite me though… I won’t comment on the… musical taste.”

When he didn’t move, you blinked at him. “Don’t your kind shake hands? What’s your name? What are you?”

“Th—I— Jin. S—Seokjin,” he finally spluttered. “Kim Seokjin.”

You dropped your hand, realizing he wasn’t going to shake it. “Okay, Kim Seokjin. What are you? Those ears – Are you a mouse?”

“Hamster,” Jin murmured. His ear twitched and he pawed at it.

He seemed to be relaxing a little. You approached slowly, raising your human shaped hand in surrender when he pressed himself against the wall.

“Look, I live here, I’m not leaving,” you said simply. “This is my apartment!”

“I’ve lived here since this place was built. I think it’s technically my apartment,” you clarified. “Just because I don’t hand the humans money doesn’t mean I don’t live here.” You pouted a little as you spoke, wrapping your arms over your chest. “I don’t want you to leave. Humans need a place to sleep too. I just… Want to work something out.”

“Sure, leave.” Jin snapped, his whiskers twitching madly. “You smell like water and… Storms.”

“It’s the Eldritch in me, sorry.” You smiled a little sheepishly. “I’m not leaving. Normally I’d get my kicks scaring the shit out of the humans in this place, but I’ve never had one that had the gall to bite me. So I wanna work something out with you.”

“I’m a rodent hybrid. You scare us, we get nippy. Especially when we can’t see.” Jin crossed his arms over his own chest, mouth thinning into an annoyed line.

“How blind are you?”

“Pretty blind.”

“I can’t see in the sunshine,” you said.

“It hurts my eyes. They don’t dilate so well.” Jin touched his glasses. “It’s why the curtains are always shut.”

“I appreciate it, honestly. I can be in the sun, but it doesn’t feel good to bump into everything. Plus with tentacles… A little more of a hazard.”

“Those were tentacles…” Jin’s face contorted into an awful grimace. He slapped his hand over his mouth. “Oh God – I bit that thing. Was that like biting your dick? In the pornos—”

You truly couldn’t help it. You really tried, but you had never seen a human look so horrified. You doubled over in laughter, holding your stomach as you did.

When you were able to right yourself, Jin was still staring at you, the horrified expression now blending with a shocked one.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said between gasps of breath. “No, no you didn’t bite any of my genital tentacles; it’s more like an arm. They look similar though so I get the confusion.”

Jin’s eyes bulged comically. “Y—You have more than one? Are you…” He hesitated, seemingly searching for the right way to phrase it. “Boy?”

“I’m an Eldritch horror.”

“Right, but… Genital tentacles. Plural? You don’t…” He motioned to your crotch area.

You chuckled. “I existed before the concept of gender and sex was even a flicker in the DNA sequence of the somewhat sentient slimes that would someday become your species. I’m a god, Seokjin.”

“But you look human,” Jin mumbled. You noticed his cheeks and ears had begun to take on a reddish hue. It was kind of cute.

“Sure I do. I like this shape. But it’s not my true form.”

“What is?”

“Your eyes would burn from your skull and your brain would melt into sludge if you saw my true shape even in your peripherals. Why are you so pink?”

Jin blinked. “What?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to a human, or a hybrid,” you explained. “I seem to have forgotten their ways a bit. And most of the time the color they change around me is a paler hue. Or purple, occasionally, when one has choked on something and been unable to breathe…”

Jin swallowed audibly. “Ch—Choke on something?”

He touched his mouth, his cheeks brightening more. You could hear his heart thudding rapidly. That was a familiar scent… You moved forward a little, surprised that he didn’t shy away, and sniffed. Oh. Oh. You smirked.

“Hm…”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” You backed up, letting him relax a little. “Well, I’m going back to my space. Perhaps next time I come out, you won’t screech at me.” You sank down and Jin scrambled up.

“Wait!” He reached out, touching your shoulder before you slid under the bed. His hands were firm. And big. You felt your own body begin to warm up.

“Yes?”

“What is your space? Do you just… Live under my bed?”

“In a way. I live in the depths of the shadows under your bed that allow my form to transcend the plane of this existence and rest in an area of my own design.”

Jin blinked owlishly at you. “Uh…”

“Portal. To another dimension. Under bed.” You spoke in simpler terms, assuming his humanoid mind was unable to compute. He nodded slowly, ears twitching.

“So when you’re in there… Can you… See up here? What I am doing?”

“If I choose.”

“Well, don’t choose.”

You blinked, scowling a little at the firmness of his tone. What did he mean by that? Was he intending to tell someone about you? That would be a problem. Most humanoids and humans you scared were too terrified to have a conversation about what you were. People would think they were nuts. But this one… Seemed different. He smelled different, that was for sure. Almost like he was interested in you.

“Well, I’m going to go now. I’ll see you again.”

“Knock on the wall before you come up next time. It’s scary when you just appear like that.”

“Right. Bad eyes.” You smiled at him. “I’ll knock.”

You sank back down on the floor sliding fluidly under the bed, oozing into the shadows. You heard the bed creak before you fully disappeared and peeked out, a simple black mass with red eyes. You met Jin’s wide gaze and smiled… Not that he knew it was a smile … Before disappearing into the shadows.

You tried to rest. You really did. Floating along in a sea of nothingness, the distant screams of a billion galaxies colliding, dying, and reforming all at once. It was normally a lullaby to you. But tonight, your mind wandered. Not to the murder and bloodshed of a million cruel lesser Gods, or the agonizing scream of terror as someone is riddled with nightmares from your very presence… But rather… Of Jin. Seokjin. The hamster boy Jin. His ears looked so soft, you wished you could pet them. And his big, dark eyes… That soft smattering of fur. The balls it took to bite you.

Heaving a sigh, you unwound yourself from your tentacles and drifted back up to the space where your world connected with his. You slipped out from the shadows, peeking out from under the bed. It was dark in his room – he must be sleeping. You could smell him above you, that musky fur scent, the bitter scent of human- sweat, the rich scent of sex. A pang shot through you. Sex. Was he mating with someone?

As if on command, the bed creaked, and Jin whimpered softly. You could smell no one else, only him. In the silence, you could hear a slick squelching noise, and a soft, electronic babble from a device on the bed. Curiosity piqued, you slid further out, peeking up over the edge of the bed. Jin was stretched out on top of the covers, naked. You could see a smattering of the same creamy light fur on his chest and belly. His fist was sliding rapidly up and down his hard cock, glistening with lube and precome. His head was turned, earphones over his round, twitching ears. You peeked a little further, spotting the laptop on his bedside stand. The video on it was some sort of cartoon. A male figure was being suspended in the air by a multitude of tentacles, his ass being spread open as one drove into him in an obscene manner. His mouth was filled as well, tears streaming down his face.

You couldn’t deny that the video was quite attractive. You glanced back at Jin and smirked. So that smell earlier was arousal. You were right. Hm. Well the feeling was mutual… Why should he have to do this alone?

Slow and careful, not wanting to terrify your skittish roommate, you slid one tentacle up over the bed. Moving slowly, you reached the laptop and poked the pause button. Jin’s hand hesitated and he scowled, eyes widening when he spotted the tentacle on the keyboard. He looked down at the foot of the bed. You grinned and waved another tentacle at him.

“What the fuck?!” Jin howled, yanking his blanket over his lap and jerking the headphones from his head. The fabric was raised ever so slightly where his erection was, doing nothing to really hide it from you.

“Sorry,” you apologized, “you were masturbating to tentacles…” Jin reached out and snapped the laptop shut, nearly pinching the tip of your tentacle in the process.

“So what? It’s my room!”

“It’s a room we share,” you corrected, moving out from the bed and coming around. “I was worried you were going to tell someone about me with how determined you were that I didn’t come back through… And I couldn’t stop thinking about you in other ways, so I was going to come back to talk and… I stumbled onto this.”

Jin remained silent, his lips pinched in annoyance. You smirked and moved closer to the bed, noting that he didn’t cringe away this time.

“So that scent from earlier was arousal.”

“What scent?”

“Oh, I smell you very well. When I talked about choking humans… I smelled what seemed like human arousal. But I figured I was just imagining it. Why would a pretty humanoid like you be aroused by me?” You reached out with a tentacle, brushing the smooth skin of Jin’s chin. His eyes fluttered shut.

“I’m interested in you too, you know. I’ve never had a human so brave face me down. I admire that.” You hesitated and looked at his lap, the blanket still lifted. “Shall I help with that?”

“Wh—” Jin’s eyes snapped open. “What? No, please, I’m so ashamed,” he lamented, setting a pillow over the spot.

“Why are you ashamed? You are decently endowed for a humanoid of your height and weight ratio. The phallus seemed healthy and firm, and I sense no chemical influences so it can be safely assumed that you can get and maintain an erection capable of breeding, with no help.”

Jin’s cheeks reddened more and more as you spoke.

“Please!” He cried, waving his hands in front of him. “Stop talking about it like that.”

“Oh.” You frowned a little. “I suppose that wouldn’t be arousing for you… If you were wanting me to speak in a way that aroused you… I suppose I should rather say that your cock is beautiful… It looks so hard and I’d love to make you come…”

You heard Jin’s heartrate pick up and couldn’t help but smirk. “Would you like that, Jin? For me to make you come?”

Jin swallowed hard and nodded, meeting your dark eyes.

A tentacle shot out, knocking the pillow out of the way. It yanked the blanket down, revealing Jin’s cock, still mostly hard despite the conversation.

You moved down to the foot of the bed, relaxing and allowing more tentacles to emerge. Jin’s eyes grew wide as you did, darting from side to side as he seemed to try to process.

“You enjoy this,” you said. It was a question you already knew the answer to.

“Yes.”

God, that felt good to hear. You slid a group of tentacles up over Jin’s chest, feeling the smooth skin and delicate hairs. Your touch left goosebumps in its wake, and Jin shuddered softly.

You used another set of tentacles to push open his thick, muscular thighs. You made a soft noise of surprise. At the base of his spine, visible when he spread his legs, was a tiny tuft of fur, and a fuzzy tail. Only about two inches, thin and blunted, it was potentially the most adorable thing you had seen on a humanoid being in all your time living with them.

More tentacles to lift Jin’s hips off the bed.

“Oh my—Your tail,” you commented helplessly. You reached out with your human-ish hand and grabbed it, petting the soft fur above it. Jin’s entire body went tense, and you watched his cock twitch. You cocked a brow. “Oh…”

Curious, you tugged the tail, ever so lightly, and Jin grunted. You pulled again, with the same response. A third time, and he moaned softly.

“Please—Stop pulling my tail,” he pleaded.

“Why? Does it hurt?”

“N—No.”

You smirked. “So then, it’s good…” You tugged once more and Jin’s back arched off the tentacles suspending it.

“Please—” He whined.

“Would you like my help, Seokjin? I could make you feel quite good.”

Jin huffed, swallowing hard. “Th—This is so strange.”

“Mhm. I’ve never, if I may be blunt, seen such a willing person.” You let one thin tentacle circle around the tight rim of Jin’s hole, leaving a trail of slick fluid behind. “I’d love to see just how much you want.”

“Everything,” Jin confessed, his body relaxing against your tentacles.

“What was that?”

“I want everything…” Jin opened his eyes, blinking a few times before focusing on you. “If you want it, I—” He nodded. He let his thighs fall open further, smirking. “I want it.”

Excitement coursed through your body. He was so willing, so aroused. It was the most intriguing and exciting thing you’d done in a millennia.

You pushed the leaking, swollen tip of the tentacle into Jin’s tight heat, barely able to resist moaning. His rim clamped down around your tentacle like a vise, coaxing a little of your warm slick to squirt from the tip. You were gonna wreck this pretty rodent.

You drove the tentacle deeper into him, smirking when you reached a resistance. Jin whimpered, biting his bottom lip.

“Deep—“ he whined.

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Yes—” Jin groaned. You pushed your second tentacle in; this one a little thinner and slicker. Jin shouted, his back arching. The movement tightened the skin of his stomach. You gasped, spotting the barely there swell. You worked the thinner tentacle up to where the first was and relaxed, letting it balloon and expand. The swell in his belly grew, and you groaned, reaching forward and touching it. You could feel yourself in his body.

Jin tried to lay back on the bed, hiding the beautiful swell. You reached out with two of your tentacles, catching him and arching his back once more.

“I like this,” you growled.

Jin sobbed brokenly, and you worried for a moment you’d hurt him. But his cock was hard and leaking, and his face was twisted up in a grin.

“___— Please...”

“I’ll take care of you,” you promised him. You wrapped a tentacle around his neck, letting your suckers rub over the smooth skin there. So easily torn. Jin’s cock twitched on his belly and he moaned. You began to squeeze his throat, ever so gently. You relaxed your grip and prodded his plush, swollen lips with the flattened tip of another tentacle. the movement left behind a glossy, oil slick sheen.

“No biting this one, Jin,” you warned. He huffed and rolled his eyes, opening his mouth. You slid the tentacle in, sighing as Jin eagerly lapped at it sucking softly. You stroked the smooth flesh of his tongue with your tip before sliding deeper. You bumped his uvula, smirking when he coughed.

“Open wide.”

Jin did his best to obey, and you pushed in, nudging past his tonsils and down his throat. His eyes bulged and he swallowed, squeezing your tentacle delightfully. Cool air whistled past it as he struggled to breathe.

“You liked being choked, didn’t you?” You cooed, squeezing his throat once more.

Jin’s cock throbbed on his stomach and began to shoot come onto his belly. His eyes rolled back and he gagged hard, moan muffled. His ass clenched rhythmically around your tentacles, milking fluid from them.

You couldn’t help but laugh even as you moaned from the stimulation. Two suckered tentacles slid up, rubbing through the hot come on his belly and up to tease his hard nipples. Jin sobbed what sounded like your name, but you couldn’t be sure. You allowed the rest of your tentacles to surround Jin, touching and rubbing and leaving little streaks of oily slick on his smooth, clean skin. The one that started this all, wrapped firmly around his dainty tail, yanked once more.

You’d been saving the best for last. A tentacle no thicker than his pinkie wound up his leg. You could feel his muscles quivering from the overstimulation, his breath whistling around your tentacle firmly lodged down his throat, his eyes already rolling back. Up, through the mat of curly dark pubic hair, around his still hard shaft, stroking and squeezing. It was so warm and smooth. Your mouth watered. You’d have to taste it one of these days. And finally his tip.

The tentacle released and touched the tip of his cock. Jin’s eyes widened, still somewhat unfocused. Slow and steady, you let the tip your tentacle open, sliding down, down, swallowing Jin’s cock.

You moaned, quivering as you were filled with his thick girth. It had been a century since you let something penetrate you in this way. His cock was perfect, solid and warm and hit every single spot inside your channel just right.

Jin reached out with the hand not being held by a tentacle and grabbed his cock, rubbing his fingers lightly over the smooth outside of your tentacle. He began to stroke, up and down, firmly, jerking off with your body.

You moaned brokenly, head falling back. Your tentacles caught you as you sagged, legs spread. A pressure built deep in your guts as he used your channel to jerk off, sucking the tentacle in his mouth and clenching his ass around the ones inside him. He knew exactly how to drive you wild. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair— He was just a human—

You screamed his name as you came around his cock, squirting thick and wet. Jin moaned, gagging hard when the tentacle in his throat swelled a bit.

He continued to jerk off with your tentacle, his eyes losing their focus once more. He was going to come again, you could feel it. The wet squelch of your released as he used your hole filled the room. It was music to your ears.

A tentacle whipped forward and grabbed his wrist, yanking it off his cock and pinning it to the bed. You wrapped another tentacle around his cock, squeezing yourself against him as you began to jerk it.

“You’re gonna come in me, Jin,” you cooed.

He tried to nod.

“I’m going to come in you.” His eyes rolled back, a full body shudder making you moan as well. Enough foreplay.

The tentacles holding Jin’s arms and legs went taut, pulling his arms above his head and forcing his legs open wide. You jammed a third, slender tentacle up his gaping asshole for good measure, shuddering at the impossible tightness of it.

At once, every tentacle buried inside your new humanoid plaything began to thrust, the room filled with the obscene glugging noises of his throat and the wet squelch of his ass as you added more natural lubricant. You were still pumping his cock with your other tentacle, squeezing that and his throat playfully.

Jin came first again - not that you were surprised. You moaned as he spilled ropes of come into your channel, swelling it a bit. You continued to milk him with the slender tentacle and the one wrapped around it. Another tentacle slipped up to play with his balls, urging every drop of come out of them and into you. You moaned softly at that, smiling down at him. Time to return the favor.

You began to fuck his throat hard and fast, mouth hanging open in pleasure as he choked on you. Jin’s eyes screwed shut and you growled. “Look at me, pretty.”

He struggled to do so, drool and your own slick bubbling up around the tentacle in his throat. His throat was painfully tight.

“You wanted me to choke you. Is this how you wanted it, Jin?” You purred.

Jin nodded, gagging and coughing hard. His eyes rolled back in his head, cock dribbling once more into the slick channel of your tentacle.

“That’s it… Give it all to me, baby. I’ll give you what you want too. Swallow it.”

Your body tensed, a knot of pleasure squeezing tight and drawing all of your nerves to a near painful edge. The tentacle began to spurt down Jin’s throat. He coughed hard, some of the dark fluid escaping around his mouth and nose. A tentacle caught the back of his head, holding it as you pumped your release down his throat.

You threw your head back, moaning loudly. At the same time, you continued to fuck his ass, your secondary climax nearing.

Some of your smaller tentacles that you’d been using to tease his tail and skin began to spurt as well, streaking thick, hot ropes of dark, oily release over his heaving chest and tearstained face. And over his tense stomach, now swelling with amount of fluid you were pumping down his throat.

Your second climax ripped a scream from your throat, surprising you. The tentacles buried in Jin’s ass began to spurt, shudders wracking your body as you filled his with release.

A pressure grew in the base of your groin and you whimpered. With fuzzy eyes, you watched the base of the tentacle swell just a little larger than a chicken egg, before moving down the length of the tentacle. And another… Another… Seven total eggs made their way down your length. The first caught on Jin’s clenched rim, making him sob wet and broken around your tentacle.

“Shh… Let me in,” you whispered.

Jin seemed to try to relax. You shuddered and strained, helping work the thick egg into Jin’s body. It slipped past the rim and down the inserted part of your tentacle. You moaned and shuddered when it released. Time to repeat. Again, and again, you worked the eggs into Jin, tiny aftershocks of orgasm washing over you each time your tentacle ejected one.

Jin’s stomach was swollen with come and eggs, and his body was lax, eyes half closed and glassy with exhaustion.

You pulled out slowly, smirking a little at the little rivers of come that followed both from his ruined ass and his mouth. Carefully, you laid him back onto the bed, still cocooning him with your tentacles as you crawled onto the bed and kissed his sweaty cheek.

“Still with me?”

“Mhm…” Jin touched his stomach. “Eggs?” He croaked, as if speaking through a mouth full of caramel.

“Yes. They will dissolve harmlessly within you in a few hours, don’t be alarmed. I should have warned you.”

“No, not at all… It’s good. I liked it… I feel so full…”

“You look absolutely ruined.”

Jin blinked tiredly at you, looking mildly concerned. You smirked and kissed his come stained lips. “It’s a beautiful look. We should get you cleaned up, shouldn’t we?” You sat up, your tentacles slinking back into your body. Jin reached out, grabbing one and holding onto it.

“Do you like being this way better?”

“I have no preference, but it’s more comfortable with some of them out,” you admitted. “I’m not used to using these.” You held up your human-ish hands.

“Leave them out then. I like them.”

“They don’t frighten you?”

Jin’s ear twitched. “No. Not now.”

A smile crossed your face before you could stop it. “I’ve never really let a human look at me so long.”

Jin ran his hand up your tentacle, his soft skin tickling and warming you. “I’m so different from you. Why did this happen?”

You hesitated at his question, unsure how to answer. Jin smiled when you did.

“I’m not saying I’m mad or… I dislike it. But the problem is… I’m human. At least human adjacent. And the way I feel emotions… It’s strong but I don’t know how your kind does. I just…” Jin frowned at a spot in the corner, clearly deep in thought. “I guess I just want to know what this is going to be before I let myself get too attached.”

You chuckled a little. “This is absurd.”

“What is?” Jin’s face drooped.

“We’re having this deep conversation... While you’re lying on the bed naked and messy. Come on, let me clean you up. We’ll continue when we’re both a bit more put together.”

You scooped him up with your tentacles, laughing a little at his surprised shout. With minimal effort, you carried him out of the room and down the hall to where you knew the bathroom was located. Jin laughed, wiggling in the firm grip of your tentacles as you did.

“Aren’t I heavy?”

“Not really. Rather light, actually. Do you obtain ample caloric sustenance to maintain humanoid organ function?”

“Do… Do I what?”

“Eat. Enough food,” you supplied. You turned on the water of the bath with another tentacle, turning to face Jin, who was still firmly wrapped in your grip.

“Yes, I eat enough,” Jin huffed. “I’m a good weight.”

“You are certainly well built,” you agreed, letting your eyes roam Jin’s body. Even covered in the oil slick iridescence of your come… He really truly was stunning. Broad shoulders, firm chest, thigh, muscular thighs… Even with the tiny swell in his stomach where your eggs were slowly disintegrating… He likely drew the attention of anyone on the street.

“___...” Jin drifted off. “You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring,” you argued. “Do you have a human partner?”

“No. I’m single.”

“Why?”

Jin blinked, seeming surprised at the question. “I—I don’t know. I guess… Nobody’s ever really struck my fancy.”

“Why not?” You turned, reaching a tentacle out to test the water. Deeming it warm enough, you shifted, settling Jin into it.

“I have no idea. I guess I just know what I’m looking for.”

“And what’s that?”

“Join me?” Jin asked, shifting to sit in the tub and make space.

You let your tentacles disappear back into your body save for a dozen smaller ones, and stripped out of the clothing you’d donned. You crawled into the tub, sighing a little as the warm water lapped over your skin.

“I want someone who is there for me,” Jin continued after a moment. Someone who knows what I need both physically and emotionally, and someone who is willing to let me provide for them too. A give and take.”

“Do you desire offspring?” You reached out and snagged a washcloth, wetting it and adding soap. You began to wash Jin’s skin clean.

“Someday, maybe. Not now. I am young, I wanna use that youth.” Jin shifted, sighing. “I like you, ___.”

“I know you do. And for some bizarre reason… I rather like you too.” You sighed a little, frowning at the confession. It was the truth. That much you knew. But why did it feel so scary?

“Bizarre? Have you never liked a human before? Or a… Hybrid?”

“No.” You continued to wash his shoulders and back. “I tend to just scare the pants off them and call it good.”

Jin laughed a little. “Well you got my pants off in some way, it just wasn’t by scaring me.”

“Oh, I scared you,” you argued, laughing as well. “You threw a book at my head.”

“A giant tentacle monster appeared in my room, of course I threw something at you.”

“You also bit me.”

“I’m starting to think you liked it.”

You paused, brows raising. “I guess… I sort of did.”

Jin’s smile faded a little, the laughter dying. “I asked you a question in the room, ___.”

“You did.”

“And you didn’t answer.”

“Because I didn’t know how to. I still don’t.”

“Do you have feelings? Like… Happiness or sadness or affection?”

You nodded. You sank down a little more in the tub, and Jin reached out, gently sliding his hands over your legs and tentacles where he could reach. “I do. I’m sure it’s slightly different but the result is the same. I do find you interesting, both physically and otherwise. I want to get to know you more, and spend time with you. Being on this plane of existence is… Different. I don’t normally do it, but I feel content to be in this form, because it means a chance to learn more about you. I’d watched you for a while before but… Face to face.”

“I understand.” Jin took the cloth and washed his face and ears. “So, you do like me then.”

You nodded once.

“And I like you,” Jin continued. He set the cloth in the water, using the tip of one finger to gently slide it back and forth.

“It would seem that way. For some strange reason.”

Jin smiled softly. He scooped up the cloth and ran it gently over one of your tentacles. The slightly rough texture sent shivers through your body, and you couldn’t stop the smile that formed.

“That feels nice.”

Jin shifted, the sound of the water sloshing in the small tub the only answer he gave you for the moment. The tub was truly too small for the both of you, but he was able to make it work, shifting over to settle closer. He used the cloth to wash over the exposed tentacles and the humanoid form of your body, meeting your gaze every few seconds. His ears were perked forward, nose and whiskers twitching.

You reached out with a free tentacle, stroking his back and running down to his ass. You touched his tail. The fur was soft and silky where it seemed to blend into his skin, and his tail was covered in the same soft down. It wiggled a little under the water and Jin made a small noise between a squeak and a sigh.

“Just don’t pull it,” he whispered.

“We know what that does. Is it difficult?” You asked. You let go of his tail in favor of stroking along his smooth back.

“Is what difficult?”

“You’re a hybrid. I know your kind is not common still. I’ve never seen one of your species specifically.”

“It can be. I’m a pretty timid animal by nature. So I used to get bullied. But I enjoy being different. In the long run. It’s what makes me who I am and I wouldn’t change that.”

“That’s admirable. You are a beautiful specimen.” When Jin frowned, you paused.

“Being. I don’t mean specimen as an insult.”

“I know,” Jin sighed, sitting back. He pulled his knees up to his chest. The air in the bathroom seemed to thicken a little, and you frowned. Though human emotions weren’t your forte, you could still sense enough of the shift in Jin to get it.

“I’ve upset you.”

“You haven’t. Not on purpose.” Jin rose and grabbed a towel, beginning to dry himself off. His stomach was back to normal, and it felt like all sense of afterglow had worn off. You followed suit, rising and opening the tub drain. As you stepped out of the tub, you allowed your powers to work, drying your body and re-clothing it instantly. As you did, Jin turned around, about to offer you a towel. His face drooped when he saw you clothed.

“Oh.” He pulled it back and looked at it for a moment before dropping it into the hamper and heading back toward the bedroom. You followed from a safe distance, unsure how to help the humanoid you’d found yourself so attached to.

When you reached the bedroom, you hesitated at the foot of the bed while Jin stripped the mattress, messy from your activities.

“Jin…”

He glanced at you, but said nothing. Instead he tossed the sheet into a hamper and went the closet, digging around to get a clean one. He hesitated, rubbing at the back of his ear.

“Jin.” You repeated yourself more firmly. He turned, his whiskers twitching.

“You’re not human.”

“No, of course I’m not.”

“Even with the… The tentacles. It’s easy to forget. You look humanoid.”

You nodded.

“But then you do something like… Like what you did in the bathroom or you call me a specimen like I’m so different and I just—I like you, ___. But can you like me? Do you want to get to know me and maybe be… Something more?”

“Of course I do, Jin,” you answered. And the reality of it was – you were being honest. You stepped forward, reaching out with your tentacles to pull him closer. When he was near enough, you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling his neck. “I want to know you. You’re the first human I’ve ever wanted to be around like this. I know we’re different… I’m sorry I’ve upset you. I don’t mean to.”

“I’m not upset, ___. I just know things are… Difficult.”

“They don’t need to be.”

You stepped back and shifted a little, the tentacles sliding into your body. You changed your clothing with a simple thought into something a little baggier, pulling your left arm more out of view in the fabric. “I can look human. I can be anything you need to make you comfortable.”

Jin pouted a little, his plush bottom lip sliding out. “But this isn’t you. I don’t want you to change. I like you.” He pushed the sleeve up and grabbed your tentacled arm. “I like all of you. If you meet my friends, of course… This works, but… When it’s me. I just want you to be yourself. As much as you can be.”

“I don’t frighten you? Make you feel different?”

“You do.” Jin shrugged. “But that can be okay.” He sighed softly and reached up, stroking your cheek. The motion was unfamiliar to you, but not unwelcomed. You could feel the calluses on the pads of his thumbs from use, hear his pulse throbbing softly against his wrist, feel the brush of his fingers against the baby hairs on your current form’s face. It was soothing. Your eyes fluttered shut and you smiled a little.

“Do that again…” You whispered when Jin pulled his hand away. He repeated the motion, and then on the other side, cupping your face in his hands.

“___.”

You opened your eyes, surprised to see him so close to you, his dark gaze trained on yours. “Have you ever been kissed?”

“No.”

“Never? Wh—”

“It’s never really come up,” you admitted.

“Well… I’m going to kiss you, okay?”

“O—Okay.”

Jin closed the gap between your faces, tilting his head a little as his eyes closed. His lips pressed against yours, soft and silky. You could feel his breath tickling your cheek, and you giggled a little.

Jin pulled back, a smile of confusion brightening his face. “What are you laughing at?”

“Humans do this a lot?” You asked. “I’m sorry, it feels funny,” you laughed a little.

Jin laughed too, nodding. “They do. It’s an affection thing… But now that I think about it, you are right, it’s kinda weird.”

“It’s cute,” you said, reaching up and touching his cheek. “I don’t hate it. I’ll do it if you like it. But know I might laugh every time you do.”

Jin nodded, kissing you again quickly. “It’s okay. You have a delightful laugh. I want to hear it more…” He sighed softly, seeming to search your face for something unknown.

You remained quiet, letting him look. Being honest, it gave you a chance to really look at him. Humans – even humanoid hybrids like Seokjin… Were so simple. Their genetic makeup was easily replicated, reproduced, altered. You could reach out with your true self and shatter his genome sequence. You could change him completely – turn him into a hideous monster, or a beautiful human, devoid of any rodent features. You could kill him, or make him live a thousand years longer. Simple creatures. Yet there was one thing that even you – with all your age and knowledge… Couldn’t master.

Their minds.

Sure, you could scare or arouse one, you could tweak simple emotions, but not for long. They always compensated. And each one compensated differently. Some coped, some panicked, some lost their minds. The answer to the human equation had long eluded you. Not that you’d bothered to care much before now. Before this humanoid being had blazed into your existence. And now… You found yourself caring, but not to overpower or control humans. But to make the one that was offering himself to you… Happy. The feeling was foreign. You didn’t want to scare or change or fiddle with this one. You just wanted to be with him.

Cautiously, you reached your hand up, letting your fingers brush over his whiskers, then up, over his large ears, covered in soft, fur. They twitched, as did Jin’s nose, and you smiled.

“Do you eat?” Jin asked suddenly.

“Eat?”

“Yeah, like food. Burgers or rice or a steak…”

“I am capable of it, yes. I can almost perfectly mimic a humanoid existence in this form.”

“Wanna get a midnight snack?”

“Shouldn’t you sleep? Humanoids need an ample number of hours of sleep per night in order to maintain proper f—”

“You’re worth a night of no sleep,” Jin cut you off.

“I—I am?”

Jin grinned broadly. “Of course you are. I want to learn more about you. I want to spend more time with you. Do you have to… Go back? To your… Space, I guess?”

“Not with any pressing need. It simply exists because I’ve created it.”

“I want to know more about it. More about what you can create.” Jin took your hand, and your tentacle. “Everything.”

“There is far too much to tell.”

“Then we’ll just have to spend more time together. Is that alright?”

“It is.” You felt the smile spreading across your face before you could stop it.

What a human response. Could spending time around this human make you more of one? The thought would have been horrifying to you a month ago. Now… Looking at Jin’s bright gaze, and broad smile… Maybe a little humanity was exactly what you needed.

One tentacle drifted out and over to the radio on Jin’s dresser, poking the play button. The same male voice from your meeting earlier in the day filled the air, though it was an entirely different song now.

“You’ll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve…”

Jin’s eyes darted to the radio before landing back on your face. “I thought this was horrible noise?” He asked, a grin causing his cheeks to fill out adorably.

“Give me a better cause to lead…”

“I can learn to like it. I want to. For you.” You closed the space between your faces this time, kissing Jin’s soft mouth gently.

“Give me a reason to believe…”

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silkylious · 5 years ago

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Tsunami (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Bakugo x fem reader

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

A/N: Ahhhh this is my first post on tumblr, i hope you like some bittersweet goodness w angry boi. constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Love.

Such a complex, convoluted emotion that many people find themselves falling helplessly victim to. Of course, there are the cheesy scenes in romantic movies that exaggerate and almost drain all meaning from the prickly feeling; sharing a sweet kiss while basking in the cool caresses of dewdrops, or having a dim-lit home dinner -scenes which drove his gag reflex reeling, he simply couldn’t understand the appeal of mushing faces with someone when he had better things to do, to achieve. He was going to be the number one, dammit, he didn’t have time to waste on cuddling and doing “couple-y shit” with some extra. That’s not to say he’d never had a crush, or found some girls attractive, hot even, but he kept in mind all his “crushes” (he loathes that word with a burning passion) were merely fueled by his hormonal mind, driven by pure sexual attraction. Nothing more, nothing less. So, he never sought out relationships.

And that was enough for him to keep his peace, unhindered and undisturbed on his desolate little boat, one that he was rowing tirelessly towards his end goal, with no waves and no turbulences daring to stand in his way of firmly grasping that number one spot.

Until a tsunami came crashing in, pummeling him off his safe cruise.

That tsunami was you.

He really should have seen the signs -no that’s not right, he definitely noticed the red flags raising in his peripherals, he should have acknowledged them. It started out as small, barely existent ripples, something to break the monotony of his journey and rock his boat gently. You’d always greet him with that stupidly bright smile, the one that made him feel uncomfortable, skittish (though he hadn’t realized why yet), the one that surely made the sun writhe in boiling jealousy. No matter what time of the day it was, how early in the morning or how deep into the night, you always seemed to make it a point to address him with that unhinged, cheeky grin. He’d reply with a curt nod, or a faint grunt if you caught him on a good day, wanting desperately to ignore the brewing sensation inside him.

“Hey, Bakugo! Did ya sleep well?”

He never replied to the tedious question, refusing to give into the one-sided small talk. That didn’t stop you from resuming your daily routine of pestering him about his training progress or babbling about some movie he couldn’t care less about. He didn’t pay an inkling of attention to the stream of word vomit pouring out of your mouth, no, he much rather zoned in on the way your lips move languidly, still upholding that infuriating smile, the way stray follicles fell over your neck, having escaped from the usual updo you were sporting. His concentration faded in and out of the single-sided conversation, managing to scrap together bits and pieces of whatever you were droning on about. Though he never made any effort in reciprocating your enthusiasm, he never shut you down either (like he would most people), and that was incentive enough for you to keep coming back. To keep talking his ear off with a cluelessly precious smile.

Looking back, he probably should have stopped it there, but he didn’t, he couldn’t help but revel unconsciously in your optimism, though he’d be buried six feet underground before he admitted that. It looked all too peaceful, he didn’t mind the soft stir in his boat, and he was more than content to leave it at that. But then you had to go and push your luck.

You were infinitely aware that he treated you… differently, to say the least, your classmates were also painfully conscious of his strangely tamed and, dare I say, docile way he acted around you, everyone with eyes could see it, except him apparently. Even if he was agonizingly oblivious to his own feelings, yours too, your heart couldn’t help but accelerate whenever he displayed a rare act of kindness towards you. One time in particular, he scolded you for overworking yourself while tending to your wounds, his words lacking the usual bite, none the wiser to the chest palpitations he was effortlessly causing. You couldn’t take it, you had to test your luck. You desired to be closer to him, for him to view as more than a nuisance, you wanted to be more than just acquaintances. With caution thrown to the wind, you embarked on a mission to befriend the Bakugo Katsuki.

That’s when the small ripples that would gingerly sway him turned more rigorous; they evolved into waves, ones he needed to smoothly ride if he didn’t want to fall victim to their ferocity.

He became much more aware of your stature in his lifestyle, how could he not? You’d made it a goal to sit with him during lunch, to share with him your bento box, to talk to him at any given moment. And it was then that he discovered a new part of you, one that was hidden behind your tactful persona. It became a common spectacle during lunch, you two hurling remarks at each other, yours more calculated and sarcastic while his were loud and fiery (in true Bakugo fashion), though the competitive grin stretching his lips, wrinkling the corners of his ruby hues gave away his enjoyment. Bakugo could never get over your quick wit, the speed at which you replied to him with your own quips almost gave him whiplash every time, if he didn’t know better he’d think you were regurgitating pre-written comebacks. It took a bit of coaxing at first, but eventually he gave into your petty bickering (all you had to do was mention Deku this and half-n-half bastard that), and then before he knew it, it was part of his routine, but can you blame him? He was presented with a challenge, of course he’d step up to the plate!

Your waves threatened his quaint, little sail, he had to learn to surf them if he didn’t want to topple over. And so, he did, after all, Bakugo Katsuki never backed down from a challenge.

Your comradery only strengthened from there. You trained together, him pushing your limits with his abysmal power and sheer instinct, you pushing his with precise movements and surprising agility. You strangely complemented each other, both in fighting styles and general attitude. He (aggressively) helped you with your academic shortcomings, and though his methods of teaching were very questionable, they proved to be fruitful as your grades had spiked significantly from his (torturous) aid. You’d grown impossibly closer, spending every waking moment together or thinking about each other. Katsuki didn’t know when it became a habit to anticipate your “goodnight” text, or when just the sight of your face made his anger practically dissipate into thin air.

“So, do you wanna come over to study, I’m kinda struggling with algebra,” You sighed sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head.

“No.” came the blunt response.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be such a meanie!” You jutted your bottom lip out much like how a kid throwing a tantrum would, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to the childish pout, when suddenly it turned into a poorly constrained grin. You had an idea. “Well, whatever, I was gonna order takeout from a new place down the road, I heard they have pretty spicy ramen there, but I guess I’ll order for one,”

You watched with mild amusement and well-concealed affection as his fiery eyes seemed to light up at the mention of spicy food. “Fine, dumbass, but I’m only doing this ‘cuz your sorry ass would fail without me,”

“Mhmm, sure thing, Bakugo,” You practically sang, a teasing lilt to your voice.

Bakugo.

That didn’t sound right at this point. Words left him before his brain could even process what he said, what he was insinuating.

“Katsuki.” He mumbled firmly. Your eyes widened a fraction, giving away your surprise.

“W-What?”

“Call me Katsuki,” It came out more assuredly this time, his glare directed forward as you both walked to your destination, missing the soft smile adorning your lips and the affection oozing out of your gaze.

“Sure thing, Katsuki.” His own lips curled into a faint smile, a tiny tug at the corners of his lips.

A push-and-pull rhythm was created between you; your waves pulling him in, only for his skillful hands and sails to conquer them. It was an endless tug of war, neither of you seemed to mind it, it blanketed you both in a sheen of serenity.

The calm before the storm.

It was merely an innocent question, a teasing inquiry at most, directed at him by his electric blonde friend. “So, man, when are you gonna ask (last name) out? Y’know if you don’t ask her soon, someone else will,”

Katsuki could have sworn he switched quirks with the dunce faced idiot, because at that moment his mind fully short-circuited. Him? And (name)? What would even give him that idea? Sure, she was cute and all -wait, cute?? What the actual fuck? His lack of response and the pinkish tint that spread from his cheekbones to the bridge of his nose seemed to get a rise out of Kaminari, because within seconds his head was thrown back, his laughter catching the attention of their red-haired friend. “Yo, man, what’re you laughing at?”

With that, Bakugo seemed to snap out of his trance, sharp eyes snapping between his self-proclaimed friends. His mouth opened, ready to deliver a curt response, something along the lines of “Fucking nothing!” or “Mind your own business, Shitty Hair!” but the other blonde beat him to the punch, loudly bellowing out,

“Bakugo has a crush on (last name)!”

Bakugo wasn’t pleased to say the least, his hand darting out, flexing a lethal explosion that Kaminari barely dodged. Bakugo’s eyes were wide with unadulterated rage, though he really couldn’t tell at who, nor did he care, he was seeing red at that moment and that’s all he could focus on. Before he can aim another strike towards his cowering friend, Kirishima looped his arms around Bakugo’s shoulders, activating his quirk to prepare for the barrage of oncoming explosions that were sure to come his way. “Dude, stop! You’re being super unmanly right now!”

Realizing there’s no point struggling against his friends hold, Bakugo’s figure suddenly slackened, Kirishima very cautiously relinquishing his grip on his friend. Burning rage, confusion, uncertainty and self-deprecation began to settle in Bakugo’s mind all at once, a million questions stampeding his thoughts. He didn’t like that, he hated not being in control, he hated not knowing what was wrong, especially with himself. With a furious shout of “FUCK OFF!” to dispel some of the anger bristling within him, the ash blonde stomped out of the nearly empty classroom, leaving his two friends to share looks of bewilderment.

And that’s when a tidal wave, a tsunami of emotions quaked his lonely ship, flipping it and hurling him off the deck into the freezing cold, wave riddled ocean, leaving him to sink deeper and flail around in a futile attempt at staying afloat.

The coming days, one thing haunted Katsuki like the plague, despite trying his hardest to avoid overthinking, you just seemed to carve your way into his subconscious. Everything reminded him of you, and he absolutely despised it. When had he gotten so distracted? When had his schedule morphed to make room for your presence in his life? When had he began to await seeing you, hearing your obnoxiously sweet voice? When had he gotten so weak? He didn’t need anyone, no one but himself, that’s all he needed to reach the top. If that was true, then why were his days getting more and more bleak as he actively shunned you out, avoided looking you in the eyes and subsequently being blissfully unaware of the look of hurt in your eyes. He knew he wasn’t being fair to you, but he couldn’t help it, he had to put some distance between you.

And so, he kept struggling against the currents, which only made him sink deeper, and deeper. Even so, he kept wrestling with the tides, hoping he’d make it out alive and free.

His absence in your life made you fidgety, but you brushed it off as him having a less than pleasant day, he’d surely go back to normal, right? Wrong. Things continued as they are, you wanted to give him space and all, but it didn’t help that it seemed he was only circumventing you. You wanted to be patient for him, and you were. But even the most patient of people, the most peaceful of saints, had their tipping points.

“I don’t understand you, Katsuki, we were good not even a week ago and now you’re completely avoiding me!”

“So what if I was, huh?! Are you saying that I need you or some shit?! Are you looking down on me, thinking you’re all high and mighty, that you could be the one to befriend the “pitiful lonely guy”?! Are you saying I’m weak, is that it, huh?! I’m not fucking weak, (name), I don’t need you or anyone for that matter, stop tryna coddle me, I don’t need your shitty friendship!”

Ouch, that hurt. He knew he was spouting so much bullshit straight through his teeth, it didn’t even make sense but that was how his self-defense mechanism works. When in doubt, push people you love away in fear of vulnerability. He knew he was being a major asshole, but nothing would’ve prepared him for the look of unbridled hurt and betrayal in your eyes, tears silently carving valleys on your flushed cheeks. Your quivering lip suppressed a wretched sob, before opening to utter a few heartbroken words.

“I see. Sorry I was such a nuisance for you, Bakugo,”

Bakugo, double ouch. That one stung. Hard. He’d never heard your voice so broken, so raw and meek. He walked home alone that day, already regretting everything he said, already missing your bubbly self.

A drift shook both of you away from each other. Your concerned classmates could only watch in silenced misery as you both hurdled yourselves into hero work and training, doing anything it takes to stay distracted. Bakugo thought that at least there would be one upside to arise from this situation, he could focus more on his dreams, he had more time than ever, he can totally utilize this to his advantage. Or so he thought. You infiltrated every crevice in his mind, all he could think about, day in and day out, was you. He’s always prided himself in being self-disciplined and focused, but right now he was anything but. You weren’t fairing any better. Your optimism was missed in the classroom, you forced a smile to reassure your friends, but that was about all you could muster. It seemed there was no end to the spiral the pair of you were sucked into until something happened. Something big happened.

He was kidnapped. Bakugo was kidnapped.

It seemed like a wake-up call to both of you. You could have lost him; he could have lost you. Bakugo realized, strapped to that chair, with the grey-haired, handy man holding a picture of you from the sports festival while babbling some vague threats, that he wanted to protect you, protect what he loved. He loved you. And he had to be better for you. He also realized that he wanted to go back to you. Dammit, he still didn’t apologize for what he said! He needed to return.

He no longer fought against the tide, he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t going to. And with his fruitless squirming against the current coming to an end, he began to rise to the surface, the gradually heating waters holding him afloat.

His return was a giant relief, you wanted to jump into his arms the moment he was saved, but you knew better. He needed time to think, to sort out his thoughts. Though you didn’t expect that he would sort out his thoughts with his fists. With Midoriya. Actually, scratch that, it was a very Bakugo thing to do.

That night you couldn’t sleep, sitting on the U.A. dorms Alliance stairs with a steaming mug of tea between your clutches. Your eyes, which had been transfixed on the constellations lining the night sky, blinked downward when you heard two pairs of footfalls approaching. You instantly recognized the two boys, beaten and battered.

“(name)...?”

His abnormally scratchy voice greeted you, you didn’t have to strain your ears to conclude that he’d been crying. Your stares were riddled with unspoken words, unvoiced feelings, leaving a pregnant tension in the air. A haggard throat-clearing cut through the quiet.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” And with that, the one-for-all user excused himself into the dormitory.

Katsuki shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. He knew what he needed to say he just couldn’t find the will to swallow the lump in his throat and say it.

“Hey, umm-”

Before he can get another syllable out, a force collided with him, shaky arms circling his broad shoulders, mindful of the bruises that littered his porcelain skin. Eyes blown wide; he couldn’t fathom the words that were uttered into his chest.

“I love you, Katsuki. I love you.” A sniff followed the heartfelt words, he felt some tears brimming his own lids.

Carefully bringing his arms around you, wrapping them securely around your waist. Katsuki drifted and swayed on your waves, surfing them skillfully, fully abandoning his past ways, no longer would he scuffle with the ebb and flow of the waters that only hoped of propelling him forward towards his goal. His red gems drifted to the sky, mapping out the stars much like a lost sailor would in search of guidance, though he was anything but lost in that very moment.

His lids dropped, thoroughly fatigued from the day’s events, before his head followed suit, descending and placing feather-like kiss on your head, his strong arms keeping you nestled as close as possible against his chest, a quiet murmur with powerful words left his lips,

“I love you, too. I’m sorry.”

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let-the-dream-begin · 5 years ago

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Hogmanay Hauntings: A Christmas Carol Crossover

Chapter 1 -- Past: Creideamh

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“No.”

It was a grunt, a growl, a snarl, perhaps all three.

“For Christ’s sake, brother, ye didna even let me finish,” Jenny huffed, putting her hands on her hips.

“I didna need ye to,” he snapped. “I’m no’ going.”

“And why no’? If no one is in danger, can ye even think of another reason to no’ go?”

“Ye canna guarantee safety, and ye ken it.”

“Jamie, it’s been four years since Culloden. We havena had any visitors in a year! The villagers said the harassment has lightened considerably,” she reasoned. “The tenants miss their Laird, Jamie.”

“I’m not their Laird.”

Jenny flinched a bit at the coldness. “Aye, I ken. But they do still see ye as such. Ye’re their hero whether ye like it or not.” She paused, moving her hands from her hips and crossing her arms over her chest. “And the tenants arena the only people that feel that way.”

“What d’ye mean?” He was still staring at the dirt between his feet, still refusing to look at her.

“The lad,” she said, her voice softening. “Your lad.”

Your adopted boy.

She had called him that.

“He’s...no,” Jamie said hoarsely. “He isna mine.”

I have no children.

“Christ, Jamie,” her voice regained the bite it had lost. “Try telling that to him.”

“What d’ye mean by such?”

She sighed with exasperation. “Ye’re no’ the only one that lost her.”

He stood up abruptly, propelled by boiling rage exploding in his blood.

“I’ll no’ be intimidated by yer pathetic excuse fer a towering bear.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “Claire was — ”

“Don’t say her name.”

“ — the only mother the lad ever knew. And ye ken it well,” she went on as if uninterrupted. “There was no need fer him to be orphaned entirely. Yet here we are.”

Jamie growled with rage, shoving over one of his piles of books, sending them flying all about. He should not have been surprised that Jenny would turn asking about Hogmanay into throwing her into his face.

“Fine,” Jenny said calmly, unaffected by his tantrum. “Suit yourself.” She hiked up her skirts and made to leave, but paused at the entrance of the cave, turning around again. “Christ, Jamie...I ken ye have sorrow. And I only wanted to bring ye a bit of happiness. I ken how much the holiday meant to ye when we were bairns. And it’s the grandest party we can afford since the rising.”

Jamie was momentarily seized by guilt, remembering the sad holiday they’d had last year. After Caitlin. Jenny had been grief stricken nearly to the point of no return, and Ian had suggested they not have a party at all. But she’d picked herself back up and thrown together whatever they could afford at the last minute. For the children, perhaps; they’d already lost enough. But for herself, as well. It had always been important to her, too, Hogmanay. And Jamie knew it.

“I just...I miss my brother. This…” She gestured to his hunched, ragged form, the cramped quarters of his cave, “isna my brother.”

“This,” Jamie bit back bitterly, “exists to keep the rest of ye safe.”

“One night, Jamie. That’s all. But if ye canna bring yerself to quit yer wallowing...suit yourself.” She turned again, and then she was gone.

He stood still for a moment, allowing his sister’s enormous presence to truly leave the cave, his chest tight, his fists clenched.

No, he would not go. Not only was it a threat to their safety, no matter how Jenny insisted that she’d insured there would be protection, but his presence was a blight. He would not bring misery to those he loved by dampening their joy on a night meant for rebirth and celebration.

He had nothing to celebrate, nothing to look forward to in the new year, or any year thereafter.

His future was gone. All that existed was his present, these dark walls, the quiet forest on days where he hunted. And pain. Such...pain.

His future...her future.

For the hundredth time in just that day, he thought of her. He thought of them. Four years...his bairn would be four years old. Running around with Jenny’s bairns, a child now, not an infant anymore. Claire would struggle to pick up the child, especially if it grew like a Fraser.

It. He’d never know what to call it.

The months he’d spent in the Bastille, not knowing the fate of his wife or child, trapped in his own mind as much as in his cell...he was living there again. Except this time, nobody would come to his rescue, nobody would enlighten him about his child, tell him it was a beautiful girl, what she looked like…

Ah, my sweet Faith.

And for the hundredth time in just that day, he thought of her, too.

Claire and the bairn were not dead, not really. But their loss had felt just as acute as that of his wee lost daughter.

I have no children.

A small scuttling sound jolted him from his reverie, and he sniffled, swiping at the tears on his cheeks.

“Uncle Jamie?”

Christ! How had the bairn…?

“Milord?”

Ah.

The smaller voice belonged to the head of strawberry blonde that bobbed into the cave, blue eyes wide.

“Are ye really no’ coming to Hogmanay, Uncle?” she said, her lips full and drawn into a sad frown.

Jamie was always sinfully grateful for the isolation of his cave. It physically pained him to look at the children. Especially wee Maggie. The red hues of her hair, always accentuated in firelight, were far too much like the copper hair he saw in his dreams, copper hair that only Claire had really seen. He couldn’t bear to look at her, at any of the lasses, and think that Faith would have played their wee games with them, and perhaps so would the new bairn, were she a lass. Were he a lad, he’d be traipsing around wee Jamie and Michael.

If he had his own bairn with him, if he had its mother with him...perhaps it would be different.

But that hair, those eyes, that sweet frown...it was too much.

“No. I’m not.”

His voice was far too short and harsh. She was only seven years old.

“But Kitty and I made ye a gift to give ye at midnight.” She twisted her apron in her hands, swaying a bit.

“Yer Ma will give it to me. Dinna come back here, it isna safe.” His eyes flicked up to Fergus, who’d been hanging back to allow this conversation to unfold. “Ye’re a fool to bring her here.”

“She will not remember,” Fergus said. “She was crying, Milord. I thought — ”

“Ye thought wrong. Quit my sight.”

The wee girl sniffled and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. He was wracked with guilt at the sound, at the sight. For a split second, he almost fell to his knees and pulled her into him, whispered into her hair, rocked her.

No, he’d fall apart if he did that, and he’d never be able to put himself back together. He’d never be able to let her go.

“Now, Fergus,” Jamie snarled. He couldn’t bear to listen to her anymore. He couldn’t bear to be confronted with the knowledge that he was incapable of bringing a child comfort. Because all of his children had been stolen from him.

“You are a heartless beast,” Fergus said with great disdain. “I do not want you at Hogmanay anyway.” He stepped forward and took Maggie’s hand. “Come, petit.”

And they were gone.

Aye, lad. I am a heartless beast.

His heart had been gone for four years. Never to return.

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Jamie was in a deep, heavy sleep. Ian had come by with whisky, not to try and persuade him to come — quite the opposite in fact. He’d essentially encouraged Jamie to get piss drunk alone in the cave, and that was exactly what he’d done. His head had hit the pillow like a stone, and he’d passed out.

A gushing wind roared inside the cave, and it roused him immediately, like a bucket of icy water poured on his head. His eyes shot open just in time to see his singular candle knocked over by the gust, blowing the light out. He lay there in silence for a moment, waiting for the deafening wind to stop. When it did, he counted a few breaths, swallowing thickly.

He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a deeply ingrained sense of foreboding and dread.

He got up then to re-light the candle; though it was night, sleeping without the light of the moon had always been difficult, even after four years. A candle was a poor substitute, but it had to do.

As he fumbled around blindly, he was aware of something glowing behind him, as if someone had suddenly lit a fire. Yet the color was different, as if the fire were ignited by the moon itself. Brow furrowing, he turned around, and he staggered back at what he saw.

It was a child. A wee lass, barely even reaching the height of his waist. Barely bigger than wee Janet. But she was glowing, like her tiny slip of a nightgown was sewn from strands of moonlight. If Jamie didn’t know any better, he’d say that above her head was a flickering flame. Or maybe it was just her hair...fiery red. Like his.

And her eyes, how they glowed.

Like amber in front of a flame.

Like whisky.

“Hallo.”

She spoke, and her voice sounded like music underwater, like ringing bells in an echoing cave. Far away, yet right in his ear. He jumped at the sound, staggering back again, stumbling until he landed on his rear in his makeshift bed.

“W...what d’ye want…?” Jamie stammered, his eyes frozen and unblinking on the ethereal being. “Are ye...a spirit?”

“Aye,” she said calmly, a placid, gentle smile on her cherubic face. “I was sent to ye.”

“Sent...to me?”

“Aye.” She giggled, and it made his head spin. She was so...sweet. So lovely. Her hair was floating above and around her, never resting on her shoulders or back, like it was floating in water behind her. For the first time, he noticed the wreath of holly she wore atop her little head.

“By who?” Jamie’s eyes narrowed. He was a devout man; he’d not be tempted by one of Satan’s visions, sweet bairn or no. Yet, there was a lingering paganism in him, the part of him that believed his dreams of Claire were not makings of his own fevered imagination.

“By the Ghost of Hogmanay past,” she said proudly, as if reciting a poem taught to her in her lessons. She smiled, giggling again, and Jamie was overwhelmed by how small her glowing white teeth were.

“The...the what…?”

“She’s a little girl spirit like me,” the wee thing explained. “She gave me this crown of holly berries so I could do her job fer tonight.”

Jamie blinked dumbly, not at all understanding.

“It’s a very rare thing fer the spirits to appear,” she said, again like reciting lessons. “And even rarer that the honor be given to someone else. Like me.”

Jamie swallowed against a painfully dry throat, wracking his brain for what to say. “Why...why’ve they given ye the honor this time?”

She giggled again, and he swore he could feel it fluttering his heart. “Because the mortal they needed to reach was my Da.”

Something pricked him on the skull between his eyes, and he blinked rapidly.

“Da…?” His voice was nearly inaudible.

She nodded, her fiery tendrils bobbing midair, that flame that may or may not be atop her head flickering. She smiled sweetly, beatifically. “It’s me, Da.”

He thought he might faint. Copper hair, her mother’s eyes —

“It’s Faith.”

He lost vision completely for several seconds, but still glowed behind his eyelids, burned into his mind.

Faith.

His eyes opened again, burning and watery. The tears slipped out, unabashed, and a sob tore through him.

“Faith…?” he stammered, making to stand, but falling to his knees on the stone. “My...my Faith…?”

She was still smiling, twirling back and forth like any mortal wee lass, oblivious as to the effect she had on her father.

“Oh, mo chridhe…” he wept, inching forward toward her on the floor. “Christ, ye’re beautiful...I never even dared dream of ye...and here ye are...so bonny…”

She was now in arm’s reach, and he made a desperate grab for her, meaning to gather her in his strong arms and cradle her to his chest, rock her there for hours, never let her go.

But his hands met nothing but thin air, white-hot air, and he fell forward, his palms slapping the stones.

“I’m sorry, Da.”

She said it like she’d been caught eating too many bannocks or tormenting the chickens.

He heaved with shuddering breath, unable to look up at her again just yet after having his heart broken like that. He watched as his tears dotted the stone beneath her glowing feet.

“Mortals canna touch spirits.”

He bit back another sob, swallowing hard. Spirit or no, his daughter deserved better than to see her father completely unravel like this.

“It’s…” He sniffled. “It’s alright, lass.” He picked his head up, daring to look at her again. “It’s enough to...to see ye. To hear yer sweet wee voice.” He sniffled again, breaking out into a smile against his will. “I’ve...I’ve always loved ye, though I never saw ye. D’ye ken that?”

“Aye.” She nodded sweetly. “I ken. And I always loved ye, too.”

He was wracked by another sob, overwhelmed.

“Yer...yer mother…” he stammered. “Have ye…”

“No,” she said lightly. “Ma doesna need me.”

His brow furrowed. It was incomprehensible. How could Claire not need this? How could some powers-that-be decide that a mother need not see her child?

“Doesna need ye…?”

“I ken she misses me. But that’s no’ the same as needing me. That’s what the Ghost of Hogmanay Past said.”

“And why is it that I...need ye? And what’s all this about a Ghost of Hogmanay…?”

“It’s my job to show ye things ye need to see,” she said, that sweet, youthful pride pouring out of her again. “Hogmanay’s past.”

“I...I dinna understand…”

“It’s alright, Da. I’ll just show ye.”

She stooped down, reaching for his hand, and Jamie’s heart leapt into his throat. Perhaps he couldn’t touch her, but she could touch him. The thought almost had him weeping again.

But then there was fiery heat in his left hand, and his guts were in his mouth as the world dissolved around him. He cried out in fright, but there was no sound to be heard above the roaring wind.

As suddenly as it had begun, it stopped, and Faith was no longer holding his hand. He didn’t even see her at first, and the panic that that created was enough to make him completely unaware of his surroundings.

“Faith, mo chridhe? Where are ye? Come back, please…”

He whirled around and was met with a rowdy pair of children running headlong for him, and it was far too late to move out of their way. Much to Jamie’s horror, they ran right through him, as his hands had gone right through Faith.

Christ! Am I dead?

A small giggle.

He whirled around, and there she was, floating, flaming hair, glowing white skin and all.

“Ye’re no’ dead,” she said, shaking her head at his foolishness. “Ye’re...a visitor. But ye’re no’ really here. Everything here has already happened. Ye ken?”

His brow furrowed, and he finally took in his surroundings. He was...home?

But he wasn’t just inside the main house. No...something was different.

The parlor was decked out as Jenny always had it for Hogmanay when they could afford it, but it was far more extravagant than as far back as Jamie could remember. The greenery and the holly and the wreaths and the candles were simply beautiful. It was like stepping into a magical woodland castle, the air drugged with joy and high spirits.

And then he saw them.

“Da? Mam…?” His voice was no more than a choked whisper, and he found his feet bringing him closer to them before he even willed it.

They were whirling around the dance floor, and Jamie sidestepped other couples in vain. It didn’t matter anyway; they danced and twirled right through him. His mother was radiant. He’d forgotten, forgotten how beautiful she’d been, how full of life. And his father...he looked at his mother like he was holding the entire world in his arms. Jamie had forgotten what it was like to look at two people so in love, knowing that he had come from that love, however abstractly he’d known it at that age.

They were both laughing, red in the face from exertion. Jamie could not even keep up with them in following them around the room. He felt inexplicable giddiness bubbling in his chest. He used to watch them whirl around the floor all night, lost in the music of the fiddler accompanied by the laughter of love. Mam used to blow kisses at him and wink, sometimes Da would throw him up on his shoulders, or Jenny, or even both at once, tossing them both over each shoulder like sacks of grain.

“Willie! Lemme! Lemme!”

A piercing, chillingly familiar voice stood out among the throng. Jamie whirled around and completely froze.

That’s me.

Little Jamie was standing there, the tips of his ears red, his face twisted in a ridiculous scowl. He was watching two other children dancing clumsily, a little girl twirling around the finger of her partner.

“Willie…” Jamie breathed reverently, coming closer to the cloister of three children, unblinking, hardly daring to breathe.

“I want tae dance!” Little Jamie protested, stamping his foot. “Lemme!”

“Haud yer whisht!” Little Jenny scolded. “If ye dinna quit yer scowling, I’ll tell Mother to hide yer presents!”

“Jenny,” Willie interrupted. “He’s just a wee lad. Let him dance wi’ us.”

“He’s clumsy!” she protested, little nose wrinkling beneath mirthful, cunning blue eyes.

“He’ll never learn if he doesna get to try.”

Jamie crouched down nearby, watching and listening in awe. There Willie was, protesting about his brother being a wee lad, when he himself was only ten years old. He was wee as anything to Jamie.

And he’d be dead in a year.

“This must’ve been our last Hogmanay all together,” Jamie whispered before he realized he was saying it aloud. He didn’t need to look to know that Faith was standing beside him; he could feel the heat of her fiery presence, could see her glowing from the corner of his eye.

The little Jamie he was looking at was no older than five, Jenny was about seven. Willie would be eleven and dead soon, and his mother would follow in three more years. This was the last time everything had been truly magical during Hogmanay.

“This was...the last time,” Jamie said, unable to elaborate so that his tiny daughter would understand.

Willie finally convinced Jenny to allow Little Jamie to hold one of each of their hands, and they twirled and skipped in a circle. Little Jamie’s scowl seemed to transfer to his sister’s face, apparently unhappy that her nagging wee brother had gotten his way, but before long, all three children were laughing and squealing, tripping over each other in glee.

“The last time what, Da?” Jamie could not tell if his daughter was genuinely asking, or if she was wiser than she seemed and was trying to get him to reveal the contents of his weary soul.

“The last time we were...together. Happy.” Tears stung his eyes. “Willie was my very best friend, ye ken? I was so young when I lost him that I...I dinna even remember what it was like. But look at me....I’m looking at him like he hung the stars.”

And he was, Little Jamie. He adored his big brother. So did Jenny.

The fiddler ceased that particular tune, and everyone paused to applaud wildly, whooping and cheering. Da made his way over to his trio of wee Frasers. Jenny began hounding him to allow her to dance with him instead of Ma, Jamie began demanding to be sat on his shoulders. To compensate, he reached down with a great playful growl, scooping them up and tossing them over his shoulders as the fiddler started in again. Little Jamie and Jenny squealed their wee heads off as Da fully performed a jig with two bairns on his back, and Ma laughed her head off, taking Willie’s hands and swinging their arms between them.

Before long, the rest of the room took notice of Brian’s absurdity and was cheering him on, and then both of his wee children were sitting atop his shoulders, clinging to each other over his head as he danced. The jig finished and the room erupted again. Eyes leaking with tears of laughter, Ellen took Little Jamie into her arms, kissing his temple and rustling his wild hair as Jenny settled on Brian’s hip. His parents kissed, sweet and chaste and beautiful, and Jamie’s heart felt full and empty all at once.

“This truly was the last joyful holiday we had,” Jamie said with a sense of finality. He could live in this memory forever, forget the suffering that was to come, the fate of his poor brother and mother, the fate of himself all those years later. He wanted to fold himself into that loving embrace of that family of five, to meld himself with his five year old soul and live this night forever and ever.

“It wasna the last one, Da,” Faith said gently.

Before he knew what was happening, he felt a tiny, delicate hand grasping his again, and before he could speak the panicked protest on his lips into existence, his family was melting away in a whir of color, and the deafening wind was back. Jamie’s frightened cry made no sound, lost to the howling wind.

Colors began leaking back in around them, dimly lit and getting brighter by the second. It was like watching a painting being created right before his eyes, all around him. Then the parlor was back, the Hogmanay decorations all in their place, but just the slightest bit different. Jamie frantically whipped his head around, completely disoriented. His eyes took in a crowd gathered around a dancing couple, and he weaved in and out of them, apparently forgetting that he could just walk right through them if he wished. His heart soared, ready to find his mother and father again, but his breath was taken away at what he saw instead.

Jenny was grown now, hair long and flowing and tied back with a bow, her face bright and beaming, hands clasped with…

Ian.

He was laughing just as heartily, twirling and skipping and dancing right in step with Jenny.

Both of his legs.

Jenny was a young woman, clearly in love with the man that would be her husband, so this must have been…

“The last holiday before...” Jamie breathed reverently. “Before…everything.”

Before Fort William, before Da, before Ian’s leg was taken.

Before Claire.

“Mhmm.” Faith nodded in confirmation, swaying ethereally to the music. “Auntie is very bonny, aye?”

It took Jamie a moment to register her words, entranced as he was by the sight of his sister’s joy. So much had been lost, her brother, her mother. She’d become the woman of the house before she could even see over a washtub. Far too young. Yet, here she was, glowing, radiant.

She’s already stronger than I’ll ever be.

He smiled then, nodding. “Aye, lass. She’s bonny.”

He’d been so blind! How on earth hadn’t he seen the way his sister looked at his best friend? Where was he now that he hadn’t seen this, hadn’t heard the crowd whispering about what a bonny match they’d make someday?

A whooping roar sounded behind him, and Jamie whirled around, following the sound into the dining room, where he laughed out loud at what he saw.

Murtagh and his father were tossing back mugs of whisky and so was…

Himself.

It was not the same as looking at himself as a bairn; it was much stranger. It was so clearly him, yet it wasn’t at all. He was so young, this Jamie. So foolish; present Jamie could tell. He had that stupid glint in his eye, like he was seconds away from doing something foolish at any given time. The crowd roared again as the three men — or, rather, two men and the lad — slammed their mugs down. A drinking game of sorts.

“Aye, I remember,” Jamie breathed, laughing. “Da is about to drink me under the table!”

He’d passed out that night, so hell-bent on drinking more than his father and godfather that he hadn’t taken into account exactly how much he’d been consuming.

“I was sick as a bloody dog the next day,” Jamie went on, still laughing to Faith. “Da wouldna let it go fer weeks. Jenny didna even seem to notice, didna nag me as she would ha’ to see me in such a state. Her mind was elsewhere, I reckon.”

Jamie threw a look over his shoulder into the parlor, finding Jenny still bounding about the room with Ian, joined now by other couples. Jamie looked back again, watched as his father slapped younger Jamie’s back ruthlessly, causing him to sway, and causing the crowd to laugh raucously.

Then there was Da, beaming bright as young-and-in-love Jenny was.

Jamie had seen with his own two eyes how much losing his mother had crumbled his father. They were the loves of each other’s lives, there was no getting around it. Brian lost a piece of his heart when Ellen died, after having already buried a piece of it with Willie. Jamie knew the pain of losing a child, and he knew the pain of losing his wife.

And yet there he was, his father.

None could deny that there was always a quiet sadness about him after Willie, after Ma. But then he tossed his head back, howling with laughter as his son stumbled again, and Jamie’s heart twisted.

He carried on.

He looked back at Jenny again upon hearing her laugh, a shrill, shrieking sound that he’d always hated as a lad, but that now brought him such aching joy.

Certainly growing up too quickly had hardened her; it was unavoidable. And the horrors to come, Randall harming her, the rising and its aftermath, losing her own child...they’d all make her harder still. Jamie could see it in their present.

But she carried on.

Jamie did a visual sweep of the dining room, practically overflowing with food and decoration, every painstaking detail in place to give joy. He was certain that Jenny had done her best to recreate such a thing in her present day, for her children, for Fergus.

For him.

The way his Da had carried on and continued to make each holiday special after losing pieces of his heart had instilled itself into his daughter as well.

And it had missed Jamie himself.

Jamie was overwhelmed with crushing shame, tears stinging his eyes. His eyes bore into his father, so full of life, into himself so full of life. So young.

“Da...I…” he rasped, swallowing thickly. “I’ve failed ye. I have. I’ve failed Jenny, and Ma. I ken ye’d be disappointed in the man I’ve let myself become.”

How far had he fallen that such strength had eluded him? What was so bloody pathetic about him that he could not carry on as his father had set the example for his entire life?

“D’ye see, Da?” A little voice jolted him out of his reverie of self pity, and he finally tore his eyes away from the pillar of a man that he still loved fiercely, still missed with a painful ache.

Jamie’s brow furrowed. “Aye, lass...I see. I see that I’m a...a bloody coward. A puir excuse fer a son.”

“Oh, Da,” Faith’s wee voice was tinged with sympathy, as if she were coddling one of her dollies.

Jamie sniffled, then turned to look down at his beautiful wee daughter. “The spirits sent ye to humble me, then?” he said, trying to hide the bitterness in his voice for her sake. “To remind me how far I’ve fallen from this time of great joy?”

“Aye...I think so.”

Had he not felt sick to his stomach, Jamie might have laughed at her sweet innocence.

“But,” she went on, “all is not lost.”

She grasped his hand again, and Jamie threw a desperate glance back at his father, tossing his head back in laughter again; the last time he’d ever see him until the Eternal Kingdom.

The lights, the music, the laughter, and the joy all faded away like melting wax until the cave molded back into existence around them. His candle was still turned over, the only light in the room Faith’s glowing essence. Jamie’s head was spinning, so much so that he nearly forgot what Faith had just said:

All is not lost.

“What...what did ye mean, mo chridhe…? What isna lost?”

She giggled. “All!”

He laughed despite himself, his heart straining in his chest. He knelt down in front of his daughter, his hands physically aching with the need to reach out and touch her, and his heart splitting upon remembering that he couldn’t.

“Cheeky wee thing,” he said softly, his eyes glistening.

“It’ll be alright, Da,” Faith said sweetly. “The other spirits will help ye understand.”

“Others?”

“Aye, I only showed ye the past. The spirits said ye must see the present and future as well.”

“But what...what good’ll it do…?”

She smiled, reaching out to ghost a white hot finger over his nose. “It’ll do all the good in the world, Da. I promise.”

Jamie leaned into her touch, but was met with nothing but air.

“Can ye promise me ye’ll keep yer heart open?” Faith asked, and the room suddenly seemed to get darker.

Her light is fading.

“Faith? Faith, mo chridhe, what’s happening?”

“Promise, Da. Promise that what I showed ye has opened yer heart fer the next spirits.”

She’s leaving.

“Please, lass, dinna leave me…”

“Promise,” she begged, fading dimmer and dimmer.

“Aye,” Jamie choked, a sob wracking through his body. “Aye, my sweet babe...I promise.”

Faith sighed with relief, smiling brightly. “Thank ye, Da.”

“Wait…!”

“I love you, Da.”

And she was gone.

Jamie fell forward onto his hands and knees, sobbing gutturally, every inch of his body alight with the horrible pain of losing her again.

“I...I love you too, Faith.”

The room was entirely black, black as his heart felt now that she was gone. He didn’t bother to light the candle, didn’t even move from his hands and knees as he wept for his lost brother, parents, his poor daughter, and the mother that would never be given such a gift as he had to see her and hear her voice.

Then there was light again; he could see it behind his burning eyelids. He looked behind him. The candle was still turned over, unlit. He turned back around, sitting on his haunches and beholding the next glowing spirit to grace his presence.

He almost fainted.

“...Sassenach?”

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glassartpeasants · 5 years ago

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Reload

Route A

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Angsty??

A/N: First time ever posting a writing on here so enjoy???

“(Y/N)! Were you even listening?” You turn your head back to your friend in embarrassment. Muttering sorry before turning your head back to look at the man in the store.

You were eating at a food court with your best friends when you saw that him. He was in a game stop looking at the new releases. You had gotten a good look at his face once or twice and now your mind was always wandering back to him.

He had baby blue hair that hung over his face so that you couldn't see it. He wore black clothing. Black jeans and a black hoodie that also covered his face.

“(Y/N) if you like that dude so much why don’t you go over there and talk to him?” One of your friends teased, you immediately to this as a challenge. You sat up from your spot at the food court and made your way over to the game stop to talk to the boy.

On your way there you confidence slowly decreased as you felt nervous to ask him to hang out. Once you finally got to the doors you made your way over to the hooded figure. You took a deep breathe and lightly tapped his shoulder. You could feel his muscles tense up.

“Um hey, i was wondering if you maybe wanna hang out sometime?” You choked out. Your face flushed from embarrassment. He turned around and looked at you. You felt the aura around you shift into gut retching fear.

“What did you say?” The man said in a low tone, one that gave you shivers down your spine. Your knees started feeling weak and you gathered up the courage to ask again.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go on a date sometime...i saw you when i was in the food court and i thought you looked really cool so i just wanted to-” You were cut of when he dragged your hand out of the store and into one of the malls abandoned hallways.

“Why do you think its a good idea to mess with me hmm?” His voice laced with anger and posion.

“M-mess with you? I-I just w-wanted to go on a date with you! I thought you looked really cute back there an-”

“Does this look cute?!” He lifted up his face and you saw his entire face. Each part. The chapped lips, the red eyes and the wrinkles around them. You could feel four fingers wrap around your throat as you started to shake.

“Im sorry that i bothered you sir! I-”

“There’s no need to lie about my appearance, Im terrifying!”

“I never said that! Im not one to care about appearance haha...” You said shyly.

“Who would miss you? Who would miss you when i turn you into dust?” He laughed and you soon realized who that laugh belonged to.

“T-Tomura Shigaraki...” He smiled widely at your fear.

“Seems like your little date idea didn’t really plan out right huh? Still wanna date a notorious villain?”

“I-I wouldn’t mind it really...” You said stuttering on your words. Two red eyes snap back to look at yours, widened in disbelief then anger/

“I hate liars.” He said before slowly putting his fifth finger down.

In your fear you grabbed the boy and placed a kiss on his forehead. The finger that threatened to kill you stopped and his grip loosened making you able to escape it. You land on your butt and move away till your back hit the wall. You look up at him still shaking as you noticed a bright red hue covering his cheeks.

“Im sorry i was scared and-” You quickly move out of the way as five fingers hurl towards you. You get to your feet quickly and outrun him into the open area where everyone could see. You look back and see the male still standing where he was when you left him with his hand outstretched towards the wall. You turn around and run faster and faster until your out of the mall and into your car.

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The male just stared at the wall where you once sat. the blush that once stained his cheeks are gone. He could still feel your kiss on his forehead, the softness of your lips against his cracked skin felt amazing to him. He saw you fall to the ground and scoot away from him in fear. Without thinking he outstretched his hand to help you up but you only ran away from him leaving him in the state that he is now.

“They ran away?” Confusion evident in his voice. He was trying to help you, if you liked him so much why did you run away?

“Well no duh crusty.” The man turned around in anger to see another man covered in staples and scars.

“They asked you on a date and then you try to kill them, i would run away too. Why do you look so surprised? You reached to kill them of course they ran for safety.”

“I was trying to help them back up....”

“That not what it looked like to me. Im surprised you even had an admirer. Someone found your crusty ass attractive and then you scare them away. I should give you around of applause.” The scarred male said slowly clapping his hands and turning away.

“We should hurry ‘boss’ they could have called the hero’s” The male walked away leaving the other one to look at the wall. A pain in his chest that he couldn’t described.

The male was silent the whole time while walking to follow the other man. Maybe you actually did want a relationship with him but he scared you away. His mind was battling himself as he thought about what if things took a different route? Could he possibly reload and start over?

But how could he do that? He didn’t even know your name...

#tomura shiragaki #mha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha #bnha #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader

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writers-thoughts09 · 5 years ago

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True Mind, True Heart

Act 1 Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Title: True Mind, True Heart: Act 1 Chapter 2 (Part 1) About 5.7k words Pairing: Zuko x OC (or reader idk, mind you this is like a mega slow burn fanfic so i hope you’re okay with thaaaaat). I don’t own Avatar or the character’s except my OC. Rating: PG, maybe some 13 later on Warning: Mean Zuko, uuuuuh i think that’s it. A/N: I’m so sorry for the majorly late update! I’m doing my best I have a lot planned for this story and I plan to finish this, I hope you guys will follow Lila’s journey with me! :) <3. I apologize if the fight scenes are choppy and unclear, I’ve never written or broke down a fight scene in writing before. I might go back and fix this later. Tomorrow I’ll post part 2. Anyway without further adieu enjoy the read :)

|Prologue| 1 | 2 part 1 | 2 part 2

Act 1: Salvation

The sunset was quite a breathtaking sight to see if someone were to take the time to stop and stare. With the sun warm and low on the horizon, lovely rays of orange light sprawled softly across the sky, creating pink orange and yellow hues. A gradient of shades, begging to be admired. The white clouds that slowly rolled by basked in the mix of colors as they too took some of the sun’s golden tinge. Of course, no one was around to witness this natural piece of art since everyone was busy going about their business, especially on Prince Zuko’s ship.

For hours Lila sat silently in her dingy quarters, no hitch detected in her breathing. Quiet and still like a swamp with dark murky water. Untouched and motionless. Ever since Prince Zuko’s morning lessons, no one’s asked for Lila’s assistance with anything, so, for the remainder of the day, she’s been in her room.

If anyone, say Iroh, were to see her meditating, they would’ve thought she looked exactly like prince Zuko during his meditation sessions. Mimicking what she remembered the night she brought him his dinner Lila sat with her back straight, eyes closed, accompanied by nothing except deep breathing. Even though she imitated the prince’s form and tried to follow Iroh’s teachings from this morning’s lesson, it was like there was a block between her and her element. Like her fingertips would come so close to grazing that certain feeling but were still out of reach from fully grasping it. No matter how hard she’d concentrate to connect with that energy lying dormant inside her, nothing worked.

But finally, after sitting on the uncomfortable floor for who knows how long, Lila began to feel an inkling of that same euphoric peace build within her body again. It was similar to what she felt earlier above deck but slightly different. It was softer, less…magnetic as it ebbed the presence of her emotions away. Specifically, impatience and frustration when lieutenant Jee came knocking and interrupted her a while ago.

With meticulous breaths, Lila drew a smooth inhale in through her nose, filling her lungs, traveling down, expanding her belly, and gently expelled the air from her mouth, the water in her cup rippling in sync. Her heart maintained tempo with her breathing, which was strong and consistent as each beat pulsed through her being.

Though her body was at ease, patience evaded Lila’s mind, blinding her progress as she huffed in irritation. Eyes still closed she shifted her bottom for the umpteenth time. Soft like a feather but sharp like a beak, she drew another breath in, doing her best to maintain what little connection she felt with her element while keeping her frustrations at bay. Just when she was about to exhale, that breath turned into a yelp when a loud boom exploded from beyond the ship.

Like the snap of a rubber band, Lila’s concentration was broken yet again as her eyes flew open. With a start, the sudden noise made Lila jump and pull a small amount of water, which she didn’t notice as she stood up in alarm. Confusion and fear clouded her as she listened for what could’ve possibly made a noise that loud. It sounded like a flare, but Lila wasn’t so sure. “Is it an ambush?...No it couldn’t be; we haven’t had any problems or run-ins with anyone for a long while.”

Lila’s thoughts were going in circles as she rushed to her drawer to grab a fresh piece of cloth she cut up weeks before, tied it over her marred eye before reluctantly opening the door. Silently, a tawny-colored iris peeped down the metal hallways, no benders or guards in sight. However, even if they weren’t down below they might’ve already been above deck when whatever it was went off.

Noiselessly and carefully, with nimble steps like an alley cat, Lila crept through the corridors and up the familiar set of stairs. Mangled fingernails trailed along the metal wall to aid her lack of sight. Once Lila climbed up to the main deck and felt fresh air ruffle the fallen curls from her bun, Lila’s suspicions were confirmed. A bright naval flare signal was falling far out in the snowy distance. She watched, her good eye following its downward path, musing to herself, “Where did it come from though?”

Noticing the absence of prince Zuko, Uncle Iroh, and their men who were usually out and about above deck around this time, Lila glanced around the empty ship then turned to the command tower. Squinting her good eye Lila’s gaze raked up the length of it and stopped at the observation deck’s balcony. As clear as the golden sky she caught sight of the Prince. Half of his scarred face obscured as he peered through the telescope attached to the railing in front of him. Although she couldn’t see gauge what he was feeling, she was certain he figured out what or who signaled that flare and was already directing his next course of action.

When suddenly that same foreboding sensation from before when they first saw the beam of light, roiled around her chest and stomach, leaving Lila uneasy. Why? Well, she didn’t know what to expect. Was it the avatar? A false alarm? She didn’t know and not knowing left a nasty taste in her mouth.

After Prince Zuko finished barking orders at his men, solar colored eyes caught a glimpse of the curly-haired servant below seconds before he continued looking through the telescope. The girl stood by herself with half her face covered, the setting sun illuminating her tanned skin, and looked up at him with -what he could detect- nervousness. Prince Zuko didn’t know as to why nor did he care. The entirety of his focus on capturing the Avatar.

A brown eye fluttered as Lila snapped from her thoughts. Hurriedly she turned and hastened down below to the kitchen. She knew now was not the time to get distracted from her work. Earlier the chef told her he was ill and asked Lila to fill in for him tonight. She agreed though something told her he was lying. Through the maze of corridors and staircases, a passing conversation of a few men could be heard as they rushed by.

One man bumped her shoulder as he hissed, “hurry, we have to dress the Prince, the Avatar’s hiding place has been found. We’re going to the southern water tribe.”

Lila’s eye widened as her breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s sister tribe. If the Avatar is truly alive and has been hiding there for the past hundred years…worry gripped her heart over the safety of the tribes' native people. Although prince Zuko hasn’t engaged in many battles with other ships or neighboring nations, the Fire Lord’s son was a wildly stubborn and determined boy who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Lila didn’t doubt he’d probably leave a trail of chaos in his wake with no regard for the consequences or how it’d affect the lives of others.

Once she entered the empty kitchen Lila rolled her sleeves up and got to preparing dinner, the red dye of her uniform reminding her of the clothes she wore as a child in the palace. As she cooked, she blinked back thoughts she knew all too well. Red uniform

Screams of fear echoing in the palace gardens

A girl in royal garbs

“You’re useless.” ... “Holy-ow!”

A sudden stinging pain roughly pulled Lila from the haze of old memories. In her stupor, Lila didn’t notice how close the knife was while cutting the spring unions and managed to slice her pointer finger. Quickly, the girl staggered away from the kitchen counter, removing the steaming pots and pans with her uninjured hand, and flitted about the kitchen looking for anything to stop the bleeding. She checked all the drawers, cabinets, and pantries as bright red blood continued to ooze over her finger and onto her hand. The throbbing and stinging continued to intensify making Lila bite her lip in pain as she tucked her finger beneath her thumb. Unable to find any clean rags or towels-

“My eye cloth…”

A tug on her heart stopped her search momentarily.

To her, that cloth was like a barricade of some sort to Lila. Sheltering the small girl from being reminded of it…the day she lost-

In summary, her eye patch was the only thing that blocked out the reality of what happened that day. Regardless of how vulnerable she felt without the cloth now was not the time or the place to start feeling insecure or hesitant, she knew that. There was work to be done; rice and meat filleting.

With the cleaning basins for the dishes nearby Lila went toward it to clean her finger and avoid food contamination. It should’ve been cleaned and refilled now that it was close to dinner time. Ready to dunk her hand in the water and wash her bloodied wound she stopped abruptly. The whole bucket was still dirty from lunchtime. Bits and pieces of rice, chicken, and other scraps floated about in the water. With a rough sigh and a curl of a plump lip, Lila closed her eye for a moment.

“I can’t catch a break,” she groaned lowly. Never again was she going to fill in for the chef.

Still, she was a servant…what could she do? Nothing. Before she could change her mind, Lila briskly grabbed the knot of the cloth from behind her head and pulled it free, a few strands of curls ripping from her bun. The milky white of her blinded eye on full display, free of any covering but chained to inhibition. Gloomy hands of her past groped and reached for Lila, but she slapped their searching palms away as she began wrapping her wound. Gentle but sure fingers tied the end of her cloth into a firm knot and she inspected her handiwork with a wistful smile. The memory of her mother’s soft hands dressing the wounds of a child rolled like a movie, replacing the ones Lila usually remembered.

“Lila, you fell again?”

The playful timbre of her mother's low voice filled their backyard. Lila’s childish eyes bubbling with tears raised from the cut on her knee as her mother calmly squatted in front of her fallen form.

“I didn’t mean to mommy. The tree was in my way,” cried her indignant daughter. Laughter rang from her mother, a white bandage appearing in her dark hands,

“Of course, but you also have to be careful where you’re stepping too, my love.” Knowing her mother was right but still unhappy with that answer, Lila huffed out a sniffle. Tenderly her mom cupped the back of her daughter’s freshly scraped knee and began lecturing, “Here, let’s teach you how to fix wounds, big girls are good at that-”

“Big girls like you, mommy?” A squeaky voice interrupted.

Nuna glanced up at her daughter’s question. Brown innocent eyes that held such curiosity reflected in Nuna’s blue ones she just had to laugh.

“Yes Lila, big girls like me and you.”

Lowering her newly wrapped finger, Lila’s lips fell back into a straight line. She had no time to get lost in her thoughts. Deciding to try and cover her eye with her hair, her uninjured hand pulled her hair free from the fire nation styled top knot. Onyx curls tumbling down the length of her back in one fell swoop, kissing the top of her hips. The overwhelming urge to moan in relief had goosebumps tickle Lila’s spine as the tension of her tight bun dissipated almost instantaneously. She brought her hands up under her hair and aggressively massaged her scalp, both eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Ahh, yes…” A soft groan rumbled from the back of her throat.

“Ahem.”

“Oh, my goodness!” She gasped.

Whipping toward the kitchen door, hands tangled in her roots, the men from earlier in the hallway were standing there watching her as if they’d found an earth kingdom stowaway. Though the more she watched them with increasingly flushed cheeks, the more she realized they were staring at the eye. Tanned hands flew from her scalp to shake her curls and obscure their sight, but it was futile, they already saw the clouded pigmentation. Involuntarily closing her eye, the servant girl clasped her hands over her stomach and curled into a bow.

“Um, hello,” Lila stuttered but caught herself, remembering her place. Kind professionalism coating her soft question, “how may I be of service to you?”

The man who she heard speak in the corridor collected himself faster than the rest and cleared his throat before announcing,

“We are close to our arrival of the southern water tribe and Prince Zuko has requested your presence to dress him for the capture of the Avatar.”

Alarm colored Lila’s features when she recalled the last time she was alone with the prince. Streams of tears and memories he unintentionally triggered that night played before her. Swallowing down the building discomfort in her throat, Lila straightened up and schooled her worry lines into a controlled smile. She had to remind herself, “The Prince didn’t know.”

Apparently, for the men, Lila’s forced smile mixed with the ghastly mismatched color of her eyes was too much to handle, unable to hide their distaste. Faster than she could stop it, a pang of offense and hurt yanked at her heart, but she managed to stifle and shove the feelings away as she gave another trained bow. Though a question did come to mind.

“I beg your pardon, but may I ask why he requested me specifically? He has never requested this of me before,” words mousy.

Her question only seemed to cause the man to grow irritated, his eyebrow ticking in impatience as major attitude gripped his words, “The prince claimed to be displeased with our services in preparing him. Now, would you please stop talking and do what prince Zuko has asked of you? He’s waiting.”

“What about the food-”

“Servant girl, what did I just say?” The man angrily snapped.

With a flinch, Lila mumbled, “My apologies,” before bowing one last time.

Throwing an “Unbelievable” over his shoulder, he and his two companions turned to leave the kitchen.

His snarky tone made Lila frown and furrow her brows. Oh, this girl had no idea of the colorful range of words Prince Zuko used to describe him and his men! Comparing them to fire ferrets! Ha, the nerve of that prince! On top of a bruised ego, the man now had to deal with a servant who couldn’t even see right and didn’t know when to be quiet and simply serve! Lila watched them exit the kitchen, soft frown still intact as she cocked her head to the side.

With them gone, Lila moved the last bits of uncooked food away from the fire as she rushed to the prince’s quarters. With one hand on the wall, Lila hotfoot it through the twists and turns of the dim-lit hallways and up the main stairs. The frigid wind stung her cheeks, her servant's uniform doing nothing in keeping her warm as she speed-walked toward the command tower. However, it did help now that her hair was unrestrained, long curls shielding her arms from the nights southern cold. All but running into the tower, warmth immediately licked at her body. The fire emanating heat and light from the wall torches eased the stiffness of her shivering joints. Her relief was short-lived when she remembered that Prince Zuko’s room was still a few floors up. With a pout and a whimper, Lila began jogging the rest of the way toward her master’s room.

Once she reached his metal door, a winded Lila lifted her bandaged hand and softly knocked, a throb of pain shooting down her finger as she waited. Like usual, the gravelly voice of the prince commanded her to come in.

Using both hands, the petite girl turned the large cogwheel and pried the door open. Identical to last time, she peered into his room, took one cautious step in and hesitantly called out,

“You’ve requested my assistance, Prince Zuko?”

Mindful of the eye, Lila discreetly pushed some hair and hid it from view. The reaction of the men before told Lila it’d be better to keep her disability hidden if it was that distracting.

“Yes, come quickly. I want to be ready by the time we reach the southern water tribe.”

Judging from the clam raspy tone of voice, Lila concluded that The Prince wasn’t angry and carefully entered, closing the door behind her.

Near his meditation table, Prince Zuko stood like any fire nation soldier would with the usual scowl on his lips. As Lila inched in front of him she could already see that the straps holding his fire nation armor together were tied in all the wrong places. Being alone and in such close proximity to the brooding prince, Lila felt her nerves begin to quake. No way did she want a repeat of last time, anxiety sprouting from her chest. The tension was palpable in the room. The lack of conversation didn’t help either as she thought of what Prince Zuko and his men might do to the people living in that tribe. Though she’s never been to the northern or southern water tribe, they were still her mother’s people, thus making them part of her kin.

“Will they do what the fire nation did to my village, too? We didn’t even have the Avatar either and they still ravaged my village.”

In an attempt to silence her thoughts, Lila gingerly grabbed the chords holding the chest piece of his armor together and set to work. Her eyes trained solely on his battle wear. Cautious of her injury Lila made sure to keep her finger from touching him. Any bump or jostle hurt. Though her fingers, minus her pointer, were moving, her mind remained on the tribe's native people.

Zuko looked straight ahead as the shaky but lithe digits of the servant – Lila, was it? - untied and retied the straps in the correct places. The reason why he called for her specifically was that he figured she’d know how to do this from her years of servitude at the palace. Before his banishment, before that fateful day. As thoughts of his family started to prod the strongholds of his mind, Prince Zuko didn’t see Lila peek up at him from the side of his shoulder until he heard her low voice fill the thick quiet of his room.

“What’re you going to do to them?”

Like an arrow, sharp and precise, prince Zuko’s stare shot to her own, making Lila’s eyes widened in surprise. She expected him to be looking straight ahead if he were to answer her.

Breaking eye contact with him, Lila looked down and closed her blinded eye desperately hoping he didn’t see it as she went to fix the strings behind him. Erratic. That’s how Lila’s heartbeat felt. But yes, Zuko fully saw the milky hue of her eye. He too had a similar reaction like the three men, but not one of distaste or disgust. Just surprise, but he soon discarded what the feeling once he processed what she asked.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern, servant.”

Cold with an edge of warning. That’s all Lila could sense wrapped around his heated words. Especially when he said her name. Now onto the left shoulder greave, Lila peeked at him again. He was looking straight ahead, his face taut with contemplation? Lila couldn’t tell. With a beat of hesitation, she licked her lips. She could already tell he was beginning to lose patience. If she were to say another word, she didn’t doubt he’d snap. Her brain was telling her not to say anything, she was walking on thin ice that was melting fast, but her mouth felt differently.

“May I speak Prince Zuko?”

“No, you may not. Finish fixing this and go. I don’t need to hear what you have to say,” Prince Zuko snapped in restraint.

All while arguing with herself, Lila moved to squat in front of him and began tying the laces of his shin guards. She did not want to witness another fire nation attack on any village again, especially when innocent people are involved. Though she felt if she were to talk out of turn, prince Zuko would surely lose his patience and probably punish her. Besides, what could someone like her do, realistically? No one has ever listened to her. She has no voice, but still. They are my people, too. I have to try.

Opening and closing her mouth Lila fought to push the words out.

“The water tribe did nothing-”

Unnaturally warm hands cut through her sentence and seized her wrists as she was forcefully pulled up from the floor and against Prince Zuko’s armor-clad form. Strands of curls unintentionally tangling in his grasp. Chest to chest, with Zuko holding her wrists and hair between them, he glared down at Lila. Fear radiated off her body in waves. She felt way too exposed without her eye patch and a dull ache throbbed from her finger when her hands bumped against his armor. White and brown eyes flickered between golden ones before looking around the room to avoid his stare, but to no avail. Calloused fingers laced with hair firmly, but not painfully, gripped her jaw turning her face to his, thumb pressing into her cheek.

Patience completely evaporated, Prince Zuko ground out, “I told you not to speak, didn’t I?”

With shuddering breaths and petrified eyes, Lila could only nod faintly. Paralyzed by his overwhelming build the words on her tongue melted, sliding down her throat. Releasing her jaw, Prince Zuko let go of her wrists, strands of hair snagging on his fingers as he dropped his hand. Lila winced from the sudden plucks of her curls. Shaking the hair off he rubbed the bridge of his nose, shut his weary eyes and sighed,

“Finish the last shin guard and leave.”

No reply came from the young girl as she dropped and tied the shin greave. A slight tremor in her hands. Once she was done she stood up with her head hanging low.

“I’ve finished Prince Zuko, do you require anything else before I go?”

“No.”

Long hair cascaded over her shoulders as Lila bowed. Rising back up she somehow managed to calmly exit the prince’s quarters, his eyes narrowing on her retreating form the whole time. With the loud thud of his metal door closing, both Lila and Prince Zuko let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Lila had half a mind to go to uncle Iroh’s room and talk with him about what his nephew was planning to do. Talk with him about how the Prince was nothing like what Iroh describes him as but decided against it since he was most likely napping. It was hard for her to believe there was kindness in the Prince’s heart when all she’s ever seen from him was anger and rage. You could see his brutality and hate in the way he bended, too. Once she exited the command tower the sun was still hanging onto the horizon, waiting for someone to look at what it created, but a thick mist now covered the expanse of the water the ship navigated. When out of the blue, loud crackling emanated below the ship. Lila ran to the front and hunched over the edge of the railing to see what was going on.

Squinting through the mist, she saw the ship’s hull was no longer sailing on water but breaking and cracking through solid ice. Snapping her head up Lila saw the ground splitting toward the water tribe’s village! One large jagged fault traveling right through the middle of it. Prince Zuko’s ship rammed through the iced floor like it were a piece of paper. Lila couldn’t help but panic internally, they were coming extremely close to the water tribe!

“If this ship doesn’t stop we’re going to run right through!” she gasped in horror.

From what she could see in the vapory haze, the southern water tribe was quaint. A wall made of snow circled the tribe, acting as a barricade. Small igloos littered within. From behind, the sound of the Prince and his men’s shoes clanked across the deck toward the front of the ship, preparing to disembark. Anxiety, fear, and apprehension swirled within her. This scene hitting way too close to home for her liking. She never signed up for this, well she didn’t sign up for this at all, but still. The three years she’s been on this ship she never really thought about what capturing the avatar looked like or being there to see it. All Lila knew was she didn’t like where this was headed at all. The prospect of the past repeating itself right before her eyes scared her.

When she turned to watch them pass Lila’s eyes caught prince Zuko’s for a brief moment. Again, he found nervousness swimming in her stare, and again, he didn’t care.

Finally, the ship came to a halt with an ominous screech. Powerless, Lila watched with bated breath. Her eyes flitting between the native people down below and Prince Zuko’s men. She swore her heart was going to pop out of her chest from how hard it was pounding it almost hurt. Suddenly the hull of the ship dropped, turning into a makeshift ramp, a loud thud resonating in the air. The ship's metal easily overpowered the tribe's barrier, the snow crumbling as it gave into its weight.

Faintly Lila could hear a feminine voice yelling for someone to get out of the way. The shrill scream making Lila’s heart drop and then kick up in speed, assuming the worst. It felt like her feet were bolted to the floor as she helplessly watched the Prince and his firebenders disembark the ship. Visibly shaking, Lila leaned over the front of the ship again to see, legs feeling like they were going to give out any moment.

From her spot, she could see Prince Zuko and his guards disembarking and a young water tribe boy with war paint coating his tanned skin, belt out a war-like cry as he charged up the ramp at Prince Zuko. The boy’s weapon of choice, a water tribe club, raised high over his head. He was easily overtaken. Lila winced when the Prince’s leg side swept the boy's club out of his hand, then kicked him in the face, sending the boy flying off the side of the ramp and into the snow. Lila could hear Iroh’s voice in the back of her head talking about how he knew his nephew wasn’t as corrupted as his other family members, but what she was seeing now proved otherwise. He was unlike what Iroh always tried to tell her. The Prince was brutal.

Zuko continued walking down the ship as if nothing happened. His steps were powerful and determined. The people of the tribe huddled up in one big group, trepidation and terror embedded in all of their blue eyes. With the men of the village off to war, Zuko was unsurprised to see the ones that remained were the women and children, except for the war-painted boy if you’d count him as a man. However, the longer no one spoke the more time was wasted in capturing the Avatar. The silence was so tense Lila felt it up on the ship. Zuko stopped in front of the crowd, his eyes sizing up each woman and child until his glare stopped on this one girl holding onto the arm of an elderly lady.

“Where are you hiding him?”

When no one spoke, both Lila and the young girl gasped when the banished Prince roughly pulled the elderly lady from the girl’s grasp.

“He’d be about this age? Master of all four elements?” Zuko demanded, shaking the woman by her for emphasis.

Again, no one answered him, they were all stunned in silence and fright. After a beat of quiet, Prince Zuko carelessly shoves the old woman back into the young girl’s arms. Both water tribe women gasping. Lila watches worriedly, praying up above that this village will be spared from the fire nation’s fury. Even from the ship, Lila saw the Prince tense up in frustration and knew what he was going to do next and whispered “no,” as he launched a wave of fire inches above the villager's heads. The women and children screamed and cowered before him.

“I know you’re hiding him!”

Below her, Lila saw the water tribe boy free himself from the snowy confines he was kicked into, the majority of his face free of paint as he picked up his club and ran at Zuko once more with another loud battle cry. At the last second, Zuko turned toward the annoyingly loud boy and dodges the boy’s attack, flipping him over his head when he swiped at the Prince. When he hit the ground Zuko punched another blistering fireball at him. Luckily, the tanned boy gathers himself rolling away from the blast, swiftly retrieving a boomerang that was strapped to his back and throws it at the Fire Lord’s son. It surprised both Lila and Zuko with how fast and strong he threw it, the air whistling as it narrowly missed the Prince’s face. Even where Lila was standing the boomerang would’ve whacked her in the face if she didn’t duck in time. All the while her eye followed the boomerang’s path. The boy was stronger than he looked.

“Even without bending,” Lila hopefully thought, “he’s handling himself well against the Prince. Maybe…this village won’t be ransacked.”

A growl erupts from the Crown Prince’s throat before he can shoot more fire at the irritating boy who just won’t quit, a little water tribe child cries out,

“Show no fear!” Throwing a fishing spear made of bone at his opponent. Again, he charged at Zuko, the spear positioned like he was going to run him through, but the Prince was prepared. “He lacks training,” Zuko gathered, easily breaking the spear in half with his wrist guards. He then snatched the bone rod from the boy’s hands, poking him repeatedly in the head with the butt of it until he fell on his bottom, and broke it in half again before throwing it to the ground.

On the ship, Lila’s eye followed the boomerang as it curled back around and headed back to the owner who threw it. With her eyes still on the weapon, she gradually turned and watched it spin at dizzying speed before it slammed into the back of Prince Zuko’s helmet with a loud thwack. Her eyebrows quirked in surprise as she wondered if the water tribe boy planned for that to happen, but her face fell when she saw the Prince standing menacingly over the boy’s fallen form. Fire jet out from his tightly clenched fists, the orange embers creating a dagger-like weapon.

For a moment, Lila feared for what Prince Zuko would do to him, but surprise quickly overtook her as another younger boy, maybe about twelve or so, with a bald head and peculiar clothing zoomed through the middle of the fight out of nowhere riding on the back of a penguin. In the child’s hands was a staff as the penguin flew right under Zuko’s feet, sweeping his legs out from under him. The young servant girl gasped when the Prince fell over, the village children cheering for the child all the while. The said child sped past the kids sending up a wave of snow splattering them all in the face, their cheers ceasing for a moment at the unexpected smattering, but continued yelling anyway. At this point, as much as Lila was concerned over the fate of the water tribe, she didn’t know if it was morally okay for her to laugh at the ridiculousness of what just happened.

Still, relief filled her heart knowing that Prince Zuko’s plan of capturing the Avatar wasn’t going according to plan. No village, town, citadel, or nation should be destroyed in finding the Avatar. Her heart and mind were conflicted. Although she did want the Prince’s banishment to end, she didn’t think this was the right way of doing it. She remembered the stories her father told her about Fire Lord Sozin killing all the airbenders to find and end the Avatar cycle.

Briefly, Lila faintly heard the kid happily greet the boy and girl, their names being ‘Katara’ and ‘Sokka’, with Sokka dryly thanking the child, who she heard him call ‘Aang’, for coming. Lila’s eyes flicker between Prince Zuko and Aang, both of them assuming a defensive fighting stance as Zuko’s men circle Aang, closing in on him. Suddenly the kid swings his staff, and with each swing, he sends snow at the guards blowing them away. With the Prince being the last one standing Aang sends another blast of snow at him, but he was unmoved, uncle Iroh’s firebending lessons paying off.

“Looking for me?”

Processing everything the child managed to do in under ten seconds, Lila’s brows furrowed. He managed to disarm and beat all of Prince Zuko’s men like it was nothing just by throwing snow at them. At first, she thought he was a waterbender but he didn’t move like one. His fighting style was different from what her mother tried to teach her and different from what she’s seen earthbenders and firebenders do. It was unlike anything she’s ever seen. On top of that, the arrow on his head and the unusual choice of clothing he wore was vastly unfamiliar from the clothes in her hometown and the fire nation. Her eyes widened in realization. No, this child couldn’t be- Prince Zuko voiced her incredulity, the snow Aang bent at him melting off his shoulders and fists, “You’re the airbender? You’re the Avatar?”

A/N: OKAYYYYY!!! Just so you know I want you guys to keep Zuko’s “Contemplation?” face in mind. There’s a few things I want you guys to catch in part 2. Sorry if it was slow paced. I hope you enjoyed it and please excuse any grammatical errors. Have a blessed day! Chapter three may come later cuz I have a zuko request I want to write!

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My Lil Demon

Contains: Demon/Witch AU, Implied child-abuse, Blood Play? Not really sexual though, Fluff

Pairing: Demon Shouyou Hinata x Witch Fem Reader

All characters are 18+ in this work!

WC: 1836

Part 1/2. Next Part will be smutty tho~ will update*

Sitting in your window seat, wearing a beautiful black dress that complimented your figure, staring out into the large back garden of your family’s manor, you sigh deeply, thinking about what today would bring. It was nearly dusk now, nearly time.

You, a 10th generation witch, were now 20, of age to perform the magic spell that every single woman in your family had on their 20th birthday. It was a spell that would summon a demon that you would be bound to, exchanging something for wealth and power, to continue the family's status. You had been told to wish for a rich CEO husband, so that you could continue your family line with enough money. Your mother was ruthless about this, having been telling you this was your destiny since long ago, likely since before you could remember.

A knock came at your door before it opened, one of your young cousins from a “lesser branch of the family”, coming into your room to tell you it was time for the ceremony. You couldn’t even remember their name, since you hadn’t really spent any time with her, or any of your cousins. You were the first born daughter, so you had been treated differently by everyone. Sometimes, though, you wished you had been born as the first born boy, and didn’t have to take on this responsibility.

Standing, you nodded, walking past her without looking at her, “Thank you…” you whispered softly, knowing if you were caught talking to her by your mother, you’d likely be punished. She hung her head low, but you caught her small smile.

Going into the dining hall, you find your mother and grandmother standing there, in front of the door that lead to the cellar of the house, where all spells such as this were to be performed.

“You’re late,” your mother snapped at you.

“Leave her be. This is an important day for her,” your grandmother said quietly, her voice even scarier than your mothers.

Your mother sneered a bit, but nodded, looking away from you and her mother.

“YN, do you understand what you’re supposed to do when you summon the demon? Offer your first born son, and get a rich husband. Make us proud,” your grandmother explained, for the millionth time, to you.

W-Wait… Offer what? You had been told to offer your future husband’s soul! That didn’t sit right with you either, but better a strangers than your childs! You felt sick to your stomach, gritting your teeth. You absolutely hated this. Not that you were going to wish for that anyway. You didn’t want a rich husband, just someone who would love you. You didn’t care about anything else, besides being free of this damn house.

“Yes, Gra- Matriarch LN,” your voice monotone but proper as you spoke to your grandmother.

“Good,” she replied, turning and unlocking the door. She opened it and gestured inside, “You must go in alone.”

After taking a deep breath, you slowly take your steps, marching into the room. As soon as the tail of your dress was it, the door slammed shut and you could hear the distinct click of the lock. Swallowing hard, you continue down the short hallway into a circular room with a black circle painted in the center of the room, with a bunch of triangles inside of it overlapping in a pattern you recognized from your study books.

Gathering into the center, you raised your hands up outstretched in front of you, speaking an old, surely dead, language. As you began to speak, the paint began to glow a soft yellow color before slowly fading into the most brilliant hue of orange you had ever seen.

Fear struck your heart for a moment, realizing the spell book had mentioned it should have turned a bright red color, similar to fresh blood. But, you continued the spell, equally afraid of not completing it at all. After all, orange was almost red, right?

Once you were nearly done with the spell, it began to crackle, the sound turning into the sound of crows cawing all around you, slowly dissolving into silence as a rather large crow appeared before you. It had worked!

A crow demon, huh? You hadn’t expected that… You hadn’t learned much about them, as only one other matriarch had ever summoned one before. She hadn’t written much down about it, either.

“H-Hello,” your voice sounded stiff, cracking at the end. “I-I have summoned you for.. For my wish.”

The large crow tilted its head at you, looking at you with large brown eyes. It cawed loudly at you, causing you to jump a bit and take a step back. A large puff of black smoke was blown right in your face all of a sudden, causing you to close your eyes and shield your eyes.

“Ah- Sorry about that,” a soft, boyish voice said.

Slowly opening your eyes, you look towards where the crow had been, only to see a young man with brilliantly orange hair and red eyes with slit pupils. He was dressed in a casual suit, black.. sneakers? with black trousers, a white button up with the top two buttons undone, and a black blazer. The only way you could tell he was a demon was the fact he had large sharp horns that looked like talons sat between his fluffy orange hair.

“I forget I can’t talk to humans as a crow,” he chuckled out, a large smile plastered on his face. “So, you want a wish, huh?” he continued.

You swallowed and nodded, standing tall and doing your best to speak in a sturdy voice.

“I want… a..” you started, but stopped, looking down at the ground, clenching your fists at your side. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, your head snaps up, coming nearly nose to nose with the young demon in front of you.

“You’re sad.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” you whispered quietly.

“Because you were told to ask for something you don’t want.” Another statement.

“How?” is all you can ask.

“Demons talk,” he replied in a soft chuckle.

“Can I… ask for freedom?”

His brown eyes watched you closely, his pupils slitting thinner before widening into circular pipuls. “What are you going to promise me in return? Freedom is a large wish.” he wondered, tilting his head.

“I… My soul, when I die- naturally.”

“How about all of you?”

Your eyes snapped up at his reply, confusion swirling in them.

His face looked so serious, big red eyes looking into yours as he slowly leaned in, your lips nearly touching.

“W-” you started to lean in as well, but he spoke before you had the chance to speak, or kiss him.

“I accept!” he suddenly spoke, not caring you had started to speak, the large smile on his face as he took one step back from you. When he held out his hand, your own went into it instinctively. He lifted your hand, holding it tightly before using one of his fangs to bite into your palm, causing a small pool of blood to gather in the middle of your palm. You winced out of instinct, but it had been nearly painless, his fang had been very sharp. Looking up at him as he opened his mouth, his tongue sticking out as he began lapping at the blood.

“Alright, it’s done. Thank you,” he murmured, licking the wound which caused it to heal with a gentle sizzle of your flesh. “See you, YN-chan.”

Your hand was dropped, and the last thing you saw was that large grin.

You had informed your grandmother and mother the demon had granted your wish. They had both actually smiled at you and praised you for doing so well. It made you sick to your stomach. Was this your freedom? From their glares and slightly softer words?

A few days passed, you went about your studies, taking the occasional walk around downtown with the only one cousin they allowed you around. Things had definitely gotten a bit better, but you were under constant watch still, and their glares returned often again by the second day when no man had shown up to just claim you.

All you could truly think about though, was the young demon boy who had shown himself to you. Who had licked your hand, drank your blood and made you feel… safe. In such a short period, he had made you feel like you had hope. And you missed that.

Today was the fourth day, and you were outside tending to the large garden out on the west side of the manor’s land. Humming to yourself as you kneel down, gathering some of the herbs that were ready to be dried. You noticed a few shadows, but paid it no mind until you heard a small voice.

“M-Miss LN…?” It was one of the young cousins, making you turn to see not only her, but a young man. “Matriarch LN asked that he be brought to you… He was at the front door asking for you.” she whispered her explanation, stepping back quickly when she finished speaking.

“Who is this?” you wonder, your voice soft as you look up at the man who was blocking your view of the sun, as your vision adjusted the rays shining around him like a halo.

“I’m Shouyou Hinata, and I Co-Own Jackels Inc.” The orange haired young man said, holding out his hand to you

You took it, letting him help you up. As you stood, you made sure to take all of him in. He had big brown eyes, like the crows, and the same orange hair as the demon boy. Although he wasn’t as tall as you had remembered, or was this just someone who happened to look like your demon?

“Yes, and what do you need with me?” you ask, not liking his tone. Who cared what he owned? Or co-owned.

“I’ve come to take your hand in marriage, Miss YN,” he replied, the large smile showing his sharp teeth. His eyes flashed red, the pupils slitting before returning to a circle, and the color back to brown. “I’m going to take you away,” he whispered sweetly.

You let out a soft gasp, holding your breath for a moment to make sure you’re seeing clearly. Unable to help yourself, you fling your arms around him. “I accept.” you say into his shoulder.

“Good, YN-chan,” he gently rubbed your back.

The two of you went to introduce him to your grandmother and mother, who seemed to instantly approve of him. He had on an expensive suit, and a golden watch, plus the fact he was a CEO made him worthy of their praise.

Before the two of you left, your mother told you to visit soon with grandchildren, pretending to be a doting parent.

Hinata looked behind his shoulder with a smirk, “Well, she did promise me a son,” he said before pulling you along with him, the door slamming on their shell-struck looking faces.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #demon hinata shoyo #demon shoyo hinata #demon au #witch au #demon/witch au #hinata shoyo x reader #applepiry #applepiry.content

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punsandfuturekingsmen-archive · 5 years ago

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//If you go to read this, also consider reading Splatter’s original version here!

A lot of the events are very much the same as they are in that piece, and the dialogue parts are pretty much word for word since it’s from Splatterlewis’s perspective! I just added a bit from Arthur near the end and here and there, and just played around with describing things haha.

He thought that might be the end of it, or at least he thought he knew what to expect next, given his own history with his own Lewis.

So when the next flash didn’t involve trucks or fights with tree yokai, he felt confusion fuzz at the corners of his brain. No… it was somewhere deep and dark. He wandered in some kind of stupor, filled to the brim with a hundred thoughts and feelings, all of them cutting at his skin like knives and a rage that continued to burn in his chest. The rest was vague to leave an impression, but it still stabbed at him as he stumbled along.

But even in the haze he wandered in, he noticed when something began to stalk him from the shadows. The signs of their presence were clear: the area seemed to shift green and bleed it from the earth and sky. Smoke filled every nick and cranny, thick enough to choke on by any who might need to breathe.

He felt himself pulled from the daze with a snap. Something about the spirit set off alarm bells in his mind and left the hairs on his arms and neck standing on end. The smoke and the green consumed everything, the shade just right to remind him of somewhere else. His brain fired on all cylinders, trying to remember anything Vivi might have said that could help him. All that came to him was that this was something powerful. Something dangerous.

He still couldn’t see it in the smoke, but he could feel the weight of its presence. He called out for it, shouting into the green void an almost challenge. Seeing the cave’s greens made him wonder, and he asked if it came to finish what was left of him. The cry reverberated around him in the emptiness, seeming to ricochet off smoke.

The feeling of something dangerous grew stronger, rocking against him like a crescendo in a song mourning his end. But he didn’t want to end here, and his hands ignited with shimmering violet-pink flames. His eyes darted around the whole of the place, searching for movement.

A laugh alerted him, though the aura of power from the thing that found him might have done just the same if it hadn’t. A voice old as time and antique in accent spoke. The tone was something that itched at his skin..

“Boy, I have never met you… Lewis, is it? Such a lovely name, for a lovely soul… So full of fire, of power, and rage. Why would I wish to drive you to hell, when you are the key to my freedom?”

He could feel himself heating up. The fires in his hand seemed to brighten until they blurred the air at the edges of each flame. His hair felt warmer, and shades of pink glistened and reflected off green smoke from where it was now glimmering, ready to ignite.

A clarity struck him, that this was not what he’d met before. It was something greater.

“Show yourself!” He called for the thing, teeth flashing in a grimace. Anger bubbled at the notion of being scared by this thing. By it trying to intimidate him. He was not about to lose, not after everything he had gone through.

But then they obliged.

The skeleton that moved into view was verdant, a hue of green that was deep and dark. Scant remains of decaying flesh still hung from putrid bones, and each piece that lingered had names endlessly scrawled, carved and etched into every inch of skin until they nearly lost meaning, but did not overlap. A cloth kilt and robes hung from its form and swayed with the steps it took, barely clinging to the emaciated remains of the creature and worn in places to threads.

On the head of the skull was a carving. One that recognition pricked at him distantly for. It was the one he’d seen on Lewis’s head for years. But this one, blackened as char and cracked, seemed to give off a shadowy aura, absorbing the light to nothing around it in way that made it seem to glow. It had never looked like that on Splatter. Or… not that he knew of. But what did he really know?

The memory seized him again. “Such a demanding tone, for someone about to lose their soul… You have a fire in you, a fire I need. And you will give it, aye?”

He felt a flash of pride, or protective fury, and he pointed to the creature with a fist wreathed in fire and a glare Mrs. Pepper would have been proud of (the thought hurt as it struck him). “You can never have my soul, I refuse. No one can have it!”

The skeleton moved in a way that divulged something of its thought of what he had said, but he didn’t have the moment to process it. The corruption that hung in the air seemed to thicken and shift, forming blade-sharp arrows, tainted and green. He barely moved out of the way as they streaked by. A few sliced holes in his already damaged shirt, a testament to how close they managed to get to striking him.

With a growl that twisted his face in a snarl, he returned fire. But as the flames blasted over the creature, it stood there, taking the attack without flinching. It laughed, even at it stumbled back from the force, seeming wholly unfazed.

The shock after seeing what his fire could do held him still, and it was enough for a return blast from the skeleton to strike true. The bolt crashed against his chest, the pain hard and heavy and making him double over with a wheeze. He gasped for breath as if he needed it, clutching at his bruised chest and stomach.

The creature seemed amused and its tone held danger, a promise of a cruel fate. “You have no idea who you fight, boy…. In life, centuries and centuries ago, I was once known as Professor Hean Feramin. A genius of studies of names and their power and origins, as well as medical studies… But now, in death, I am known as ‘The Splatter Man’… Do you have any idea the number of people I have killed? The souls I have claimed and the power I wield…? The hordes of monsters that followed me, and respected me, their king?!”

It laughed again, something deeper, and with a flare of green smoke, a quill formed that he took between thumb and forefinger. It twirled with a flourish as it brought a skeletal hand up as if to write on a chalkboard, stroking the tip of the quill against the empty air.

Where it scratched, letters formed, Large and flamboyant in a way letters often were when they began a chapter of a book, like fanciful olden English. Each letter that adorned the air became red, droplets of it falling off and towards the ground.

His head began to spin, and he stumbled.

He didn’t realize when he hit his knees, but he was on them now, the energy to return to one knee felt like it took all he had. His stomach lurched and a sense of exhaustion burned at his eyes.

The Splatter Man held the quill as if poised for the next letter, but instead he twisted the quill against his palm and crushed it to nothing, blood dripping from his hand where it had been before fading.

Hands laced behind his back, the Splatter Man approached. He could see even more names along the pallid skin, burned in or cut in jagged lines. The skin on his face was gone, and he could see fire-red embers aglow in the sockets, sizing him up. He felt something touch his feet. Something scaly and thick, and the sound of hissing told him what it was.

“Are you starting to understand? I can use your name against you, I can learn any name by staring… And everyone’s’ name holds their soul, their strength… And can be manipulated… Hold still now, and welcome the warm embrace of death. You will free me from this prison.”

He was down on his knee, fighting for that will to stand again, hissing through his teeth at The Splatter Man. He could feel blood soaking the tatters of his shirt, spilling red in thick rivers from what once had been the scars of his death. They were open now, weeping blood until he was slick with it. Weakness had sunk into his bones. His thoughts slipped to his name, but they quickly snapped back as a boney hand found the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric tight. He was sure of one thing.

The Splatter Man was preparing for the kill.

The thought ended nearly the moment the hand lifted, hoisting him easily into the air. He gagged, choked on blood and agony, and looked down at The Splatter Man, panic seeping in and turning everything icy. He was aloft, feet not touching the ground.

Fear crept along his spine. A fear he’d only felt once before.

It made him sick.

He could hear the way a smugness threaded the chuckle of the Splatter Man. He watched, limp in his hold as his free hand twisted, and a dagger formed, hilt curled perfectly to his hand. The gemstones along the hilt glittered with the green light, and the runes also etched almost seemed to glow in their reflections.

He realized what the intention was, when the dagger raised back with the hand.

It came forward at an unnatural speed, piercing his chest over his heart so hard he felt sure he was about to cave inwards. He screamed, screamed as he felt like he was being torn asunder, screaming louder than he thought himself capable. Blood seeped around the blade and it ripped another cry from hi as the dagger twisted, cutting deeper, opening the wound ever further. His chest was on fire and his voice gave out as his scream reached a climax, even his own ears ringing with the sound. The tendrils of corruption magic began to ebb towards the new wound, and he felt slithering along his clothing, before seeing the snakes he’d only heard and felt. They also pressed against the bleeding wound in his chest, and a sound escaped as it seared, the curls of his shirt at the edge of the blade blackening from the heat.

“Ah, you have some fight in you. Good, I will need that… You will free me from this purgatory. This prison. And I shall reclaim my throne… The death left in my wake will be unlike anything this world has ever seen, and you will help me, boy. Your essence will be mine.”

The torture burning him turned to lava, melting through the wound and his veins and then melting down to the organs and viscera. The sounds he thought he would make were gone now, rendered to silent convulsions. He could hear something, and he swore it was his soul, creaking and shuddering as agony struck blows that threatened to crack it in pieces.

But he grit his teeth, jaw squaring, and a snarl crept along his face. He couldn’t end here. Not when…. Someone needed him. Someone….Vivi.

Vivi.

VIVI.

VIVI! HE HAD TO PROTECT HER!

HE HAD TO PROTECT ALL OF HIS FRIENDS!!

A second wind surged through him, his heart beating fast and wild as his eyes widened. Gold light reflected off the bone in front of him from them. The skeleton paused.

“NO! I SAID. THAT. I. REFUSE!!”

His fingers stiffened on one hand that he reared back with, and then he jammed it forward, letting them force their way through the bones of the Splatter Man. His fingers searched blind, until he felt something. It felt rotted, soft and dry like the withered husk of a jack-o-lantern left out far past Halloween, and his fingers squeezed it to his palm.

The Splatter Man flinched as he did, yelling himself, and then howling as his flames returned, glowing violet inside the skeleton’s chest and hungrily eating at the thing left in his hand.

The Splatter Man summoned things, things that snapped at his body and slashed at his skin. Magic that pounded against him with bruising, bone breaking force. But he didn’t let go. He didn’t falter. His eyes stayed focused on his task, and his hands stayed tight around that heart as the flames began to grow and eat. He held on, determined with every fiber of his being, fighting tooth and nail for every inch over what felt like eternity locked together.

But inch by inch he gained traction, pushed further. The Splatter man’s eyes widened, a grimace taking it and a trickle of fear seemed to stitch itself to the edges of his expression. He could hear it in his voice, the slightest way it quavered even with his anger.

“What the hell are you doing?! You will destroy us BOTH YOU FOOL! What is keeping you from giving up the ghost?!”

He ignored him, hissing in his fury like a skillet of oil. His fire crackled and popped within the other, and he grabbed the Splatter Man’s wrist with the hand not in his chest, holding tight. His voice was a battle cry.

“Because I have REASONS TO COME BACK! I will use YOU!”

His hand on that rest continued to move, shooting forwards at lightning speed. He dug his fingers into the bone of the skull in front of him, grip crushing and bones creaking at the sutures. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he held on, and pulled at the energy of the Splatter Man.

The Splatter Man seemed to realize what was trying to do nearly the moment he started, and he tried to pull back, retreat with fervor. The blade in Lewis’s chest came out, spraying them both with red so red it was black and bright red from the arteries and purple that glowed. It all saturated their clothing until they dripped with his blood. But he didn’t falter. Didn’t once blink.

Well. Lewis didn’t falter. He probably would have.

The Splatter Man screeched.

“Release me!”

“Never.”

The fire in the Splatter Man’s was glowing brighter, white hot as it lashing out in heated waves like solar flares. The skeleton screeched, something high pitched and bone grinding, and he just leaned closer feeling vitality running through him, strengthening him.

He screamed one last time, and then his skull gave way beneath Lewis’s other hand, crumpling inwards like dried paper beneath a vise grip.

Purple and green light flashed, and Lewis fell the short drop to his feet, and then his knees. He panted for breath, clutching his chest, but watched with a sense of satisfaction as the skeleton crumbled, falling to pieces on the earth in front of him, a hallowed husk.

But with that power came a price, and he could see it seeping into the tips of his fiery hair, that curved just over his eyes. What had been pale shades of embery pink was now shifted, flickering green. Thoughts were flicking through his head over what the Splatter Man had meant and triumph at defeating him, even if he was exhausted by the effort. He could feel the power now, pulsing through himself.

Clambering to his feet, he rubbed at his face, before looking up, and seeing the same emblem that had adorned the skull of The Splatter Man, hovering in the air. It still glowed as it seemed to hum, before it arced forward, making him jump. It slammed against his forehead and he screamed as it burned, melting, burning through his flesh and then further into the bone of his skull and just a little further still until the imprint was etched into him, unmistakable for what it was. It continued to burn and burn and tear at him and—

Arthur woke up screaming, hand going to his forehead and chest where blood had started streaming down the side of his face and torso, down along his side where he was still pressed into the grass. His fingers turned slick as he held them against his forehead and shirt and he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking so hard he convulsed where he lay.

He couldn’t die. But at this point he almost wished he could.

#tw injury #tw blood #drabble #the splatter man scene #arthur speaks #ic #M!A: Memory Pain #aaaa this fought me which is sad because i had the original to reference a lot jdjdjdj #but well i did ittttaaaa #splatterlewis mention #long post #and now at least a short nap jdjdj maybe a full rest #we shall see

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krackheadkulture · 5 years ago

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The Mysteries of Hogwarts | Stray Kids Hogwarts AU

CHAPTER 8: CHASERS AND RUNNERS

“So… what was so important that you have to drag me literally halfway around the school from the Quidditch field?” Haeun raised her eyebrow as soon as Seungmin stopped in front of their Ravenclaw’s common room entrance.

Seungmin gave her a slight smile before facing the bronze eagle doorknob on the large wooden door. The eagle on the doorknob twisted, fixating its gaze on the boy in front of him.

“What question can someone ask all day long, always getting different answers, and yet all the answers could be correct?” The husky voice of the eagle spoke.

Seungmin glanced at Haeun. “I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said before turning back to the eagle who was waiting patiently for the answer. “What time is it?”

The eagle paused. A creak on the doorknob was made before the door swung open, revealing the beautiful blue common room. Rays of the sun shone through the window, hitting every furniture on the opposite to reveal a deeper royal blue. Haeun had always felt comfortable in these hues of blues.

She followed Seungmin into the common room which was surprisingly empty since it was already the end of the classes and normally everyone would be studying in the common room.

“Where’s everyone?” Haeun asked.

“Quidditch or… the library,” Seungmin replied, walking towards the couch near the fireplace and sat on the soft cushion. The fireplace immediately lit up, warming its surroundings almost instantly. Haeun walked carefully towards Seungmin and sat on the other chair that was opposite Seungmin.

“So… what did you want to show me?” She asked as she stared into the boy’s soft brown eyes. They disappeared when he smiled once again, his eyes bent into crescents. He said nothing and Haeun raised her eyebrows. “Come on, don’t tell me you brought me here for no reason,” she pouted and he chuckled in return.

“I would, but obviously, everyone knows not to waste another Ravenclaw’s time if it’s not important,” Seungmin explained. His hands stretched to the back of the couch. “I got you something… and I just hope you might use it.”

Before Haeun could say anything, Seungmin lifted a wooden sleek stick in front of her. Haeun glanced at the carefully carved wood, realising it was a bat. It looked old but she knew that there was something special about it.

“This… is a beater’s bat but it’s not any bats at all. Have… have you heard of Kim Jaemyeon-” Seungmin began.

“Kim Jaemyeon, one of Ravenclaw’s best beaters in the history of Hogwarts in the 1890s?” Haeun’s eyes widen. “You even know him? Oh my, I really thought that Renjin and I were the only ones who knew about that legend! He is definitely one of the best-” She continued to chattered excitedly.

“And… he was my great… great… great… great…” Seungmin drifted off as soon as Haeun had gotten the gist of it. “Grandfather, and this bat was the one and only used by yours truly,” He grinned. “And I want to give it to you, because I know you are going to be one of the greatest beater in the history of Hogwarts, not just for our house, but for the entire school.”

“Seungmin… this… this is too much,” Haeun spoke. “Why would you even give it to me? You- you, no offense, barely know me and you wouldn’t know if I’m a great player at all- why would you do that? This… this is your most prized possession.”

“It will rot if I don’t give it to you,” Seungmin replied calmly. “I know what I’m doing and I want you to have it…” he stretched his arms towards Haeun. “So… would you please take it?”

Haeun glanced down at the well aged bat, it looked surreal in Seungmin’s hands. Haeun hesitated, biting her lower lips before reaching out to it slowly and Seungmin carefully pressed the bat into her palms. She wrapped her hands around the bat, a smile unknowingly slowly lifted her lips as she stared at the bat in awe.

“See, the bat is meant for you,” Seungmin commented with a grin. “Look at the way you’re holding it.”

“I-I” Words could not form from Haeun’s lips but she glanced up at the boy and wrapped her arms around his neck, enveloping him into a hug. It was more than words and Seungmin knew that as well when he wrapped his arms around Haeun. Haeun giggled and pulled away after a couple of seconds, still grinning from ear to ear. “I-I guess I will be using it for today’s practice! And speaking of practice, I should be leaving now. After Jeongin’s audition, it’s our turn on the fields. Thank you again Seungmin,” Haeun smiled and turned away to leave the common room.

As she started to leave, the common room doors opened again and entered a very familiar light brown haired boy. “Hey Haeun?” the boy greeted the grinning girl leaving the common room.

“Jisung, I don’t think you should be here anymore, our practice is about to start, come on, let’s go,” Haeun tugged Jisung by his messy blue robe but the latter did not budge.

“Oh wait, I need to grab something real fast. You can go first if you want,” Jisung started, starting to walk into one of the staircases that lead to his dorms.

“Nah, it’s fine. I can wait for you and ensure you’re on time,” Haeun smiled warmly as she took a seat on one of the couches in the common room.

“Yeah it’s alright!” Jisung grinned, looking back at Haeun before his eyes fell onto the familiar bat in her hands. His face fell a while before he maintained his composure. “H-hey, Seungmin? I think I have something in your chest that I need to get…”

Seungmin glared at his friend and rolled his eyes. “That’s why I kept asking you to clean your own space!” He groaned, reluctantly tailing his friend up the stairs to their room.

It was a silent two minutes walk with their footsteps echoing each steps they took but soon they reached their dorm. It was still pretty early in the day so the sun’s rays were pouring through the windows of their dormitory, emitting a warm atmosphere. Seungmin immediately headed to his truck at the foot of the bed, opening it as he looked at Jisung again.

“What did you need to get out from here? Your jacket? Your robe? Or your other robe?” Seungmin asked, observing the clutter of objects Jisung had placed in the former’s truck.

“Nothing,” Jisung said plainly as he plopped onto his bed.

“W-what?” Seungmin took a sharp inhale, glaring at his friend. “Why did we come all the way up here then?”

“The bat… why did you give Haeun the bat?” He asked, staring at the high ceilings. “I thought it had been your dream to audition for our Quidditch team. Six years have passed since we both came into the school and yet you made no effort into auditioning at all. As soon as Haeun came in, you gave her your bat? The legendary bat?? I-”

“I like her okay?” Seungmin blurted out and blushed. “W-wait, I mean, she was one of the best beaters I have ever seen so t-that’s w-why I gave it to her!”

“O-oh… you liked her?” Jisung’s voice lowered. “O-oh, that’s great! I-I….” he drifted off. “I mean what I wanted to say was that you could’ve given the bat to me!”

Seungmin gave another glare at Jisung. “Why would a chaser want a beater’s bat for?”

Jisung shrugged. “For keepsake?”

“No.”

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“Took you long enough, Han Jisung,” Haeun finally stood up from the couch she had been sitting on for the past 10 minutes. “Another minute longer, I would have to call a search party to find your corpse.” Jisung gave a slight smile and walked towards the door and Haeun raised her eyebrow at the awkward response from the boy before following closely. As she turned to leave, she waved at Seungmin once again. “Bye, Seungmin and thank you for your gift! You bet I’m going to guard it and take care of it with my whole life”

Seungmin gave another bright and blushing smile at her before she closed the door behind her and caught up to the other boy who had started walking away. She had noticed a change in Jisung’s actions and behaviour ever since he came into the common room. Even though it was just a slight change in behaviour, Haeun noticed it very obviously. She wanted to ask Jisung about his behaviour but she had no idea how to approach him.

“Hey… Ji?” She called out softly, making the boy halt and turn slightly as she caught up. He raised his eyebrow in response as his lips remained sealed. As Haeun made eye contact with him, she could not help but blush. This was actually the first time she had noticed Jisung so close that his features were prominent and she realised how his eyes, nose, lips… everything on his face looked flawless. Her lips parted slightly as no words came out.

“Yeah?” He asked casually, as if he did not notice how silent or flustered she was. “Haeun? You were saying?” As she did not respond quick enough, he quickly snapped his fingers at her face, bringing her back to reality.

“O-oh!” She gasped, trying to look everywhere except his eyes.

“You were saying?” He repeated again.

“Oh, it’s probably nothing…” Haeun drifted off, now staring at her feet. This made Jisung chuckle a little at her odd behaviour.

“Well, come on,” he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, tugging her slowly. “We’re gonna be late for our training and this time, it’s not going to be my fault.”

As Jisung’s fingers made contact with her wrist, she could swear her heart skipped a beat at that pure interaction but she tried to remain calm as they both made their way through the corridors. Jisung took constant glances at the girl he was pulling, who was still looking everywhere else other than his face and a smile perked up his face. However, it only lasted for a couple of seconds before he remembered what Seungmin said…

I like her okay? The words lingered in Jisung’s head but he was confused. Why was he affected so much from those mere words? What did it all mean? But the thoughts quickly vanished as soon as he realised that they were already at the Quidditch field and that’s when he felt a tug from Haeun pulling him with her as she led him to a bench. Maybe it was nothing, he tried to assure himself. But... was it really nothing?

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Andrea was chattering excitedly to Jeongin by the time Haeun and Jisung appeared next to them. The stadium was still full of students cheering on the Slytherins who were practicing at the field. Haeun could barely understand how Andrea and Jeongin could talk through the volume of the stadium when the Hufflepuff did not even notice the two Ravenclaws approaching her until Hana, who appeared out of nowhere, flicked the poor girl’s forehead, grabbing her attention immediately.

“Hey!” Andrea frowned, cutting off her conversation with Jeongin as she rubbed her forehead, pouting. “Hana… where were you?”

“Hana was gone?” Haeun raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. “I thought she was here with you this entire time?”

“Apparently, Andrea thought it was a good idea to disappear into the crowd, leaving me alone…” Hana drifted off, rolling her eyes.

“Hey! I thought you could catch up! You always do!” Andrea pouted and glanced at Jeongin when a big smile overcame her face. “But guess what!!!”

“What?” Haeun was suddenly grinning as well as Jeongin’s smile lit up.

“I got into the team!” Jeongin exclaimed, who was immediately enveloped in a hug by Haeun who almost knocked the Hufflepuff boy down if it had not been Jisung who grabbed Haeun before she could do any more damage. “Woah there!” Jeongin gasped as Haeun pulled away. “You almost knocked out a new member of the Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr...Seeker,” Haeun winked, earning another smile from Jeongin.

“And I see suddenly everyone forgot I ever existed,” Hana sighed dramatically.

“Well, I- I mean, we could see that you were quite busy yourself,” Haeun responded with a smirk as she leaned closer to Jisung. “Am I right?”

“I see a rather hot Slytherin beater is looking in our direction right now. I wonder if it’s to any one of us,” Jisung added in the same flirty tone as Haeun before the two of them broke out in giggles.

“Wha- he is?” Hana’s eyes widened as she whipped her head at the Quidditch field before back at her friends when the laughs of Haeun and Jisung increased.

“She fell for it!” Haeun exclaimed.

“Wait! T-that means… Hana does have things for that boy!” Jisung added.

“He’s not here by the way, if that was what you were wondering,” Andrea chirped on calmly.

Hana’s face flushed bright red. “Then ho-”

“Darling, we don’t need to use Hwang Hyunjin here to tell who has kept you company. Just look at the girls staring daggers at you now!” Haeun explained. “Who else would literally kill you with those looks if you weren’t with Hwang Hyunjin?”

“Then, they should…” she glared at the nearest group of girls. “Mind their own business.” With that, the girls who were staring at Hana quickly looked away, blushing as if they had been caught in a crime.

“You go girl!” Jeongin chirped, earning an eye roll from the Slytherin and more giggles from their friends.

✰

At the same time, Yoonmi was lying on her bed, glancing dreamlessly at the high ceiling above her. She was supposed to go to Jeongin’s audition but she felt no strength at all to do so. She felt empty but was also flumed with anger. At who? It just had to be at him… he just had to make her life so miserable. She finally burst after her encounter with Minho when Hana interrupted them. Hana… Park Hana actually refuses to interact with Minho and his pranks, and it all clicked for her. She could refuse.

“Stop!” She snapped at Minho. “All these pranks have to stop. I don’t like them and I absolutely despise them so stop will you?” She remembered what she had said to the Slytherin. Her heart beat faster and faster as more words came out of her lips. She shook her head right as the echoes of the bell were heard and groaned. “What the hell do you want, Lee Minho?” She asked before heading to her common room to exit to the dining hall.

She was so annoyed that she did not notice her surroundings at all and her foot made contact with another person who apparently sat on the floor instead of the many sofas and chairs available. She let out a big gasp as she stumbled, nearly tripping if Felix had not caught her.

“Woah!” Felix gasped as his grip tightened on Yoonmi’s wrists, preventing her from falling down. “Are you alright??”

“Felix?” Yoonmi’s eyes widen. “Why on earth were you on the floor? There are so many chairs-”

“Oh no… Chan was right, I shouldn’t have sat on the floor,” Felix sighed. “And your kick was pretty hard on my back.”

“Oh! Are you okay?” Yoonmi realising what she had done before falling and immediately tried to help Felix as soon as she stabilized herself. “What on earth were you betting on anyways? Whether it was a good idea to sit on the ground?”

“You’re not wrong, you know that,” Felix nodded his head in agreement. “We roughly talked about that but mostly, I was doing Transfiguration homework… and I kind of suck at Transfiguration so I took a break on the floor. If I do not finish this, I can’t participate in the Frog Choir and YEET here,” and as if it was on cue, YEET, Felix’s toad, jumped onto Felix’s head, “will be sad and Seungmin will really kill me if I miss another Quidditch match because he wouldn’t have a partner.”

“Well, I can’t help you with Transfiguration but I’m sure… Haeun might be able to help you with that,” Yoonmi offered. “I can help ask her but for now, please just rest for a while. Let your brain breathe. From the looks of your expression, you have been going strong for at least 5 minutes, and it dragged onto 3 hours… and your brain is fried.”

“Oh my… is it that obvious?” Felix asked.

Yoonmi chuckled in response. “No, I was kidding but really, do take a break. It’s dinner time now so I think you should head down to feed your brain.”

He let out a huge sigh and nodded his head. “Y-yeah, you’re right. Jeongin will probably kill me if I skip dinner just for Transfiguration…” he drifted off as he started gathering all the books that were scattered across the floor. It was a wonder how Yoonmi had not noticed the boy was sitting on the floor.

“Not only Jeongin, Felix, all of us will kill you if you skip dinner for Transfiguration,” Yoonmi corrected him and waved at him. “Alright then, I shall see later.” And with that, she headed out of the door.

It took her no more than 3 steps before stopping again out of the Gryffindor’s common room. This time, the person who had made her stop surprised Yoonmi but a scowl immediately formed on her face.

“What is it this time, Minho?” She asked coldly, trying to sound emotionless but she was doing a pretty bad job trying to hide her annoyance. “Did anything I said even mean anything- oh wait, I remembered. To Lee Minho, it does not.” Before Minho could say anything, she glance away and continued to walk away only to be blocked by Minho again.

“Wait,” he began.

Yoonmi could not help but pause for a moment. His voice really sounded different. Instead of the usual cockiness, it was distorted and trembling. “What do you want?” She asked, finally looking up at Minho. She was surprised. He really looked a lot different in comparison to the previous few hours when she had last interacted with him. “W-what’s wrong with you? What happened?”

“Nothing… I-” Minho dodged her eye contact but he was never able to complete his sentence.

“There you are, Yoonmi!” The familiar voice of Haeun could be heard, echoing through the corridors. Following her were her other two friends, Jeongin and Jisung. Haeun grabbed Yoonmi’s arm before realising who her friend had been talking to. A frown immediately formed as she tugged Yoonmi away. “Come on…” she muttered. “We have other places to be.”

Hana lagged behind the rest of the group, staring at Minho who had followed Yoonmi with his eyes before staring at the wall just before she had disappeared from his view. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, buddy. You know Haeun,” she said before following the rest of her friends.

CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9

#stray kids #stray kids hogwarts #stray kids hogwarts au #hogwarts #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin

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minnochu · 6 years ago

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Lustrous (pt. 14)

Hybrid!Kook x Fem!Reader AU

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Pt 17 | Pt 18 | Pt 19

(A/n): Hiya! Welcome back to another update! I can’t even believe it myself that I managed to update so soon after the last one ahhh. I was so excited to write this and can’t wait for the next upcoming parts so please enjoy! Much love to you all!

NOTE: Small little warning that this part contains minor gore? Probably not as graphic as my other fic Interference was, but still kind of yucky so be warned!

Another note to the note: Sorry if this was a bit sloppy or there’s many mistakes, I tried going through it as quickly as possible. Also, I will update links and masterlist schtuff when I get home from uni so bear with me!!

Through it all, Jungkook continued to not understand why he felt the way he did. Why were you so important to him? Why jump head first into this when Yoongi could’ve done so?

What Hyejin had said to him before the mind meld continued to pick at his brains. Was this all because of the imprinting? He didn’t know. And that annoyed him.

After the three of you returned from the mind meld ritual, your memories returned and fortunately, everyone returned unscathed. The others had mentioned Jungkook’s struggle in the beginning, but he waved it off, washing the dried up blood that had spilled from his mouth. That was another thing bothering him. Why was he at that cursed laboratory again? It resurfaced past memories he despised and kept in the back of his brain, but the mind melding had brought it back.

Following the return, Hyejin never left your side, reprimanding you for trusting Taehyung and offering to let you stay at her place but you all knew that you were safer here than anywhere else. Hyejin had been filled in on the details of your powers and such, giving in when she knew this was something only they could handle not a mortal like herself.

Before she left, she motioned for Jungkook to follow her out. Despite the frown that etched its way across his pouty lips, he relented and followed her outside. The others looked at one another, but knew not to interfere between those two. Only you had no idea what there was between the hybrid and your friend or why it made you feel weird on the inside.

“I’m not gonna scream at you to stay away from her if that’s what you’re expecting,” she sighs as the boy closes the front door behind him. The mortal steps off the door step and onto the wooden planks of the porch. The ritual didn’t take more than an hour, but it still felt it had to the hybrid.

He shrugs nonetheless, leaning himself back against the wall beside the door, “You reek of anger, I’d be surprised if you wouldn’t scream.”

“I just don’t want her to get hurt Jungkook. I know she’s safer with you all, but I just can’t trust that it’s you she’s most fond of,” she exhales heavily, turning over to stare out into the forest, “I don’t want--”

“I know,” he interrupts firmly, not meaning to let out the low growl that sounds from his chest, “Sorry… I just… I know and you know too that I tried my best to keep her at an arm’s length.”

“And yet you imprinted on her?!” Hyejin snaps back before sucking in a breath and calming her nerves, repeating with a softer tone, “...You imprinted on her…of all things…”

Imprinting. He wanted to forget about that. It didn’t make him feel any better about the way he was starting to act and feel around you but what Hyejin said smacked him in the face.

“Protect her please,” Hyejin whispered, already knowing what he must’ve been mulling over in his head.

He didn’t answer.

He couldn’t look at you anymore after that. Hyejin went home and he went back inside. He gave little emotion or response as he locked himself in his room. There was too much on his mind, and he just couldn’t figure out what it was that bothered him about the whole imprinting situation and what he felt towards you.

“Jungkook?” Your voice called out to him once the sun lowered in the west and the moon took its place. By that time, he skipped dinner and continued to lay sprawled out over his bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

That’s right, he thought, ignoring the way his heart beat faster at the sound of his name on your lips. You were staying in his room for the time being, but he wasn’t ready to see you just yet. Why did his heart beat? Was it himself, or was it his wolf? Damn the imprinting for turning him into this mess of feelings. If he hadn’t imprinted on you, then would he still have this peculiar affection towards you?

He didn’t answer.

You were confused and worried, wondering why he had gone outside to talk with Hyejin before returning and looking as though something was bothering him. You asked Seokjin about it at dinner, but he smoothly dodged the question and changed the subject. Yoongi was the only one who answered curtly that it was something you would have to talk to Jungkook about, but currently he was avoiding you.

He could smell the worry from outside the door, and suddenly he felt the urge to rip the door open and comfort you. Was that really what he wanted? He didn’t know. It made it complicated that he couldn’t tell the difference between his own feelings and what he was forced to feel due to the imprinting.

“It’s best to leave him alone for a while,” Yoongi’s voice sounds from the hallway, “Take my bed, I’ll sleep in the living room instead.”

Jungkook’s mind went blank. His heart clenched in pain as his mind began to race with thoughts of refusal at the offer.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no!

It drove him mad the whole night. The thought of you sleeping in another wolf’s bed, made his insides burn with distraught and fury.

And yet he decided he just couldn’t do anything about it while he was trying to figure himself out and how he felt about you.

The days passed and you would go back to school, although he would keep his distance and leave it up to Jimin and Taehyung to watch after you.

“This has been going on for longer than I thought it would, what’s wrong with you?” Yoongi interrupts the hybrid in the middle of his homework one day, holed up in his room as usual.

Pursing his lips, he turned away with a curt, “Nothing.”

The older wolf grins as he closes the door behind him and plops onto the bed beside the youth. The mattress dips underneath the addition as Yoongi hooks an arm around Jungkook’s neck into a headlock.

“Come on now, I can smell how fucking jealous you are from a mile away. You can’t just tell me it’s nothing when Hoseok and I have been sleeping in the living room for the past week... it’s not good for the back you know?”

Jungkook continues to stay silent, unsure what to make of his feelings and insecurities in front of his hyung. He notices this and releases the younger from his hold.

“If it means anything Kookie-ah, she’s really worried. It’s all up to you really, but you can’t just keep her in the dark like this.”

“And what? Tell her my oh-so tragic backstory and how I imprinted on her? She’ll reject me, she’ll think I’m playing with her feelings. What if my wolf is the only thing making me attracted to her? What’s going to stop her from being repulsed by the thought that my feelings aren’t genuine?!”

Silence.

And then Yoongi quirks a brow, “So you admit you have feelings for her?”

“Th-that’s not the point hyung!” Jungkook’s face goes red with embarrassment and frustration, his fist flying towards the wolf’s face on instinct.

Catching it in his palm, Yoongi shakes his head with a click of his tongue, “I don’t think you understand what it really means for a wolf to imprint on someone. Sure it’s complicated when you’ve imprinted on a hum... I mean witch... but you’ve gotta let yourself accept it or else you’ll keep hurting yourself. No one’s saying it but all you’re doing right now, is running away like a mutt.”

He rises to leave when the other refuses to reply, “Let me give you some food for thought. What’s the difference between Hyejin and (Y/n)? What sets them apart?”

Frowning, the hybrid doesn’t have the answer to his question, nor dos he want to think about it right now.

And Jungkook returns to his cycle of avoiding you once again.

Fed up with his obvious avoidance, you decided to take matters into your hands. The worst he could do was go vampire-wolf on you, but you knew that was just not something he’d do.

“Jimin,” you tug the wolf by his sleeve until he pauses mid step to regard you with a cock of his head. Taehyung notices the two of you have stopped walking back home, and halts as well. They notice your fidgeting fingers, your scent heavy with nervousness.

“Can you… somehow get Jungkook alone with me?”

The wolf grins cheekily at that, “If I didn’t know any better (Y/n), I would think you’re about to jump our maknae.”

Your cheeks flare a bright red hue at the implication before you wildly wave your hands in front of you. “N-no! I just…” You trail off, obviously embarrassed by your own words.

His toothy smile widens. Placing a hand over your head, he nodded in understanding, “I’m teasing you (Y/n), we’ll do our best, right Tae?”

The vampire replies with a nod, smiling warmly at you. It was the least he could do after he continued to feel guilty about the whole memory manipulation ordeal.

Later on, you would wait in Taehyung and Jimin’s shared room while they made an excuse for Jungkook to go there. Soon, you can hear multiple footsteps outside, along with the muffled voices of the three boys before the door opens and the hybrid steps in. Your scent meets his nose right away and he turns abruptly to escape as soon as possible. However, Jimin smiles cryptically at the younger as he turns around in effort to leave. His eyes flash a mischievous glint of gold as he lays a hand over Jungkook’s chest.

“Sorry Kookie-ah,” He snickers before shoving him backwards with added force via supernatural strength.

He could totally knock down the door, he thought as he attempted at the door knob to find it magically locked. Was Seokjin-hyung in on this as well? That didn’t matter. Right now, he was not ready to face you just yet as he sorted out his feelings. But he couldn’t stop the way his stomach flipped and heart drummed louder in his ears. Glancing at you, he couldn’t help but long for the days he let himself freely be around you. It was more over the fact that he was too unstable with controlling his vampiric side, but that he didn’t know how to look at you anymore. Did he like you? Or was his wolf forcing him to like you? The more he thought about it, the more questions he had unanswered and it left him in a frustrated stump.

Then you spoke, and his world began to blur until it was only you he saw. It was your voice in his head, and he couldn’t tell if he hated or loved it.

“Jungkook, I don’t know what happened or why you don’t want to see me anymore… but I hate this! I know it’s not my place to know what happened between you and Hyejin or whatever happened in your past, but I hate that you just won’t look at me anymore and I don’t know why!” You frowned, and he felt the urge to want to do anything and everything he could to wipe it away.

He grew red in the face. Not from anger, nor embarrassment, more of holding his breath before finally relenting and taking you by the hand. “Hold on,” he muttered under his breath as he walked towards the window. Flipping the lock, he used his free hand to pull the window up and open. Turning towards you, he tugged lightly on your hand in his. Letting yourself be pulled, you felt his arms slide underneath the crook of your knees and around your back. Biting your lip, you looked away in poor effort to hide your embarrassment.

Blue bled across his irises as he hopped from the window and ran through the woods. Pursing your lips, you glanced up at the concentration in Jungkook’s expression, his mouth pulled into a taut line as he held you close to his warmth. Smiling softly, you leaned your head on his shoulder, relishing in his scent that you had missed for the last few weeks or so.

Eventually, he’d come to stop at a creek, a small pond in the middle of the forest where he came many times before to clear his head or be by himself. Setting you down on the mossy ground, he beckoned you over to a patch of land along the shore that was slightly raised in a hill-like appearance. You both sat down, finding a patch of dirt where the moss didn’t grow. Where the pond was located, the trees cleared and created an opening within the forest to let sunlight shine over the clear waters. Rocks of varying sizes scatter around the body of water along with tufts of wild grass sprouting around and within the pond. Looking closer, you could spot a grey scaled fish with orange fins swimming idly among the various underwater plants. In another instance, you watch as a small frog dives into the shallow water, leaving behind a circular ripple from where it dove into the liquid.

Around the two of you, birds chirp and sing softly in the background, accompanied by the occasional ruffle of the leaves of the surrounding brush. A rabbit, maybe, you thought as Jungkook continued to watch the water silently. Following his gaze, you almost miss the minuscule water strider, standing still on the surface of the pond.

“It’s beautiful,” You whisper as spot the movements of a squirrel racing up a tree trunk with his cheeks full.

The hybrid turns his head slightly and nearly forgets how to breathe. Blinking once then twice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. It was at that moment, he glanced at you, bathed in the sunlight beside him as you watched the happenings of the forest with a serene smile, he thought you were fucking beautiful. More beautiful than the scenery you were complimenting.

“Jungkook?”

He snaps out of his reverie, cheeks blooming with a shy pink hue. A soft giggle makes it passed your puckered lips as he turns back to you with a frown.

“I found this place years ago, it became somewhere I could run to when I need a minute to calm down.”

“It’s very calming,” you hum in agreement, watching as the frog from before hops onto a floating lily pad, “Thank you for showing me this place.”

“Yeah…” he agrees curtly, focusing his attention on the ground where a patch of orange wild flowers have grown. Silently, he lets his fingers brush over the petals of each.

“So?” You ask, leaning forward to rest the side of your head on your bent knees. The action is minuscule as you gaze at him with a gentle upturn of your lips, but he finds you so so pretty that he has to look away again to fight off the blood rushing to his face.

“You gotta tell me what’s up Jungkook, I won’t know what to do if all you do is avoid me…” You start out carefully, “It’s absolutely your choice whether or not you tell me… I just want you to trust me... like I trust you.“

“You’re just like me, right?” you quote after him with a sly glint in your eyes and he relents.

That was just unfair, he thought.

“I guess it’s only fair that you know about my past, if I know yours.”

The hybrid shifts to face his body towards you and you mirror the movement. You cross your legs as he rises onto his knees. Holding your breath, you watch as he scoots forward, leaning his upper body closer to you. Your heart beats faster, as he gazes hesitantly back and forth between your eyes and down at the ground, and you’re afraid he’ll hear it. And he can, if only he weren’t so conscious of the sound of his own heart.

“I would tell you, but I think it’s better if you take a look yourself.” The wolf took your hands in his, his heart flipping at the contact before he swallowed down the feeling and placed each hand over his temples.

“W-wait,” You stammer, “I’m not going to hurt you will I?”

You had a point, after the two times you and the pack had to deal with anything having to do with memories and the mind.

“Stay calm, and you shouldn’t do much as give me a slight headache,” He offers a meek attempt at a joke as both of your eyes slip close and the amber stone resting over your chest begins to glow. Just like mind meld, your whole being and surroundings vibrate wildly before you reopen your eyes to find yourself in a home. It seemed normal, like any other family home. Looking down, you examined your body to find it looking almost transparent as if you were ghost in this world.

Walking around, you find yourself standing at the entertainment system where many picture frames sit. Your hand moves through one, proving your ghostly state, so you opt to bending slightly to look at the photo of a young boy smiling with three other people. You deduce him to be Jungkook with how similar the two look, the other possibly being his parents and a brother.

“I’m home!” A voice chirps loudly and in comes the said boy. You turn, wide-eyed, as the boy passes through you easily and runs into the kitchen. Following after him, you soften at the sight of Jungkook running into the arms of his mother, who had been cooking dinner for the family.

Days pass as though the fast forward button on a television remote had been pressed, and you watch as Jungkook grows up. At one particular moment, you watch in the dimly lit confines of the hybrid’s room as the boy snuggles close to his mother and father. The three stare at the ceiling where she and her husband had stuck glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling. Each night, they’d tell him tales and stories of the stars.

On this particular night, little Kook stood up on the mattress suddenly and grinned at his parents, “Mommy! Father told me that the stars and the moon moved when he met you and he burst into flames!”

“He did what now?” she giggled as her husband caught her leer and laughed nervously.

Shaking her head, she hooked a finger under the left pant leg of his pajamas to tug him back to lying down with them.

“Let me teach you something Kookie-ah,” his father chuckled heartily as he wrapped an arm over both his youngest son and wife, “When I said the stars and moon moved, that was when I knew your mother and I were fated.”

“Fated?” He repeats with a confused blink of his eyes.

“Yes fated, the day I met your mother I felt the world shifting around me, it felt like hm… like I just drank lots of hot chocolate until my belly felt hot!” Jungkook giggles at that, “And nothing else mattered to me except your mother, I wanted to be anywhere she was, we were soulmates if you’d like to put it that way… She and I were fated to be with one another... like a perfect match.”

“I’d do anything and be anything for her regardless if she rejected me or not. Even if she had rejected this old fool, I would continue to fall more and more in love with her.”

“What if mommy said no?”

“Then I would die.”

Jungkook’s mother glares pointedly at the man, her eyes flashing a dangerous gold.

“I’m kidding! Then your dad would hurt really really bad!”

The woman growls teasingly at her fated before leaning down to press a kiss to her son’s forehead. Her slender fingers brushing strands of his sooty hair that fell over his eyes.

“One day, you will also imprint on a lucky little she-wolf too…”

You frown at that, top teeth pressing into the plush of your bottom lip at the thought of Jungkook being fated to be with another she-wolf. Where was the chance that he’d ever be fated to you, a mortal siphoner, right?

Then you paused. Why were you so worried about that?

Soon, the world shifts suddenly, almost making you dizzy as you witness the kidnapping years later when Jungkook has reached seventh grade and Junghyun, his brother, has reached 9th. The two are knocked out with blows to the back of their necks from pursuers that had been following them for the past week. You watch with a hand covering your mouth, as if you could make any noise to alert anyone, while the two men haul the children over their shoulders before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Vampires, you thought as you grimaced.

Jeon Jungkook and Junghyun would not be making it home safely that night. Their mother and father would search day and night for their missing children with no luck.

The next time your world shifts, you find yourself in a warehouse, the inside expansive as it holds numerous amounts of crates, cages, and equipment. Any and every window is covered by sloppily nailed on wooden boards, covering the building in darkness aside from the few light bulbs hanging from the high ceiling that do little work in lighting up the large space. Walking through the paths the clutter of items create like a maze, you can’t help but feel sick to your stomach. You pass several cages and can barely keep yourself from looking away from the amount of were-creatures kept captive inside the rusting bars. Most have given up hope, sitting silently with eyes devoid of any light. Their skinny bodies shiver, barely clothed and covered in bruises and cuts. Some are already long dead, you find as the malnourished creatures take to eating their rotting cage mates, making you gag in horror and disgust.

When you stop at a particular cage, your blood runs cold and you almost go running for a bathroom when you look inside. Eyes widening, you’re face to face with what you guessed was their sick take on a chimera. The poor young man is barely sitting up with gangly bat wings sprouting from his back, horns extending from his forehead along with hooves replacing his feet and a long lion’s tail coming from his tail bone. His face has sunken in, and his body almost appears like he’s merely skin and bones at that point.

When you manage to tear your eyes away from the chimera, you slip through plastic curtains that separates itself from the rest of the building. The section is filled entirely with examination tables with metal straps at the base and towards the middle. Carts, filled with tools that you’d expect to see in an operation room and test tubes filled with liquids labeled with cream colored painters tape, sat beside the tables. Glancing down, you suck in a breath at the amount of blood splattered on the ground, some are a fresh dark red while others have dried into a faded reddish-brown.

Of the few populating the section, one prisoner is strapped down and struggling as the man above her injects a needle into her. His gloved thumb depresses on the plunger until all of the contents have been ejected into the young girl’s system. She jolts and her chest rises up and down rapidly as her arm trembles and her veins begin to swell and protrude from her skin, soon followed by angry red welts. Her eyes burn a raging gold mixed with a milky white, black pupils narrowing into pin-like slits. The welts bleed green and scaly, hardening her soft flesh from her shoulder to the tips of her hands turned talons.

Gulping down, you turn and almost jump out of your skin when a scientist walks through you, almost forgetting that you were currently looking into Jungkook’s memories.

Following after the male, you look to another table where a boy, looking to be in his teens, is sedated as the scientists above open up the ventral side of his body. Feeling squeamish, you notice the cart full of larger jars instead of vials, all of which are filled with preservative liquid with various organs suspended in each. They make work in transplanting a new heart and other organs into the male as you observe with a hand to your mouth. Passing by the cart, you squint down at one of the containers where a label is messily scrawled with the characters reading “ghoul” and another reading “siren”.

You thought back to the miserable chimera lying nearly half dead in his cage and gagged at the idea of what monstrosity they could be cooking up here.

“Junghyun!” you hear before you could explore any further, not that you wanted to, causing you to turn at the sound of Jungkook’s cry. Rushing in the direction of the voice, you come to a halt when you spot the young wolf being held back by henchmen. Tears run down his full cheeks, eyes burning a harsh gold as he struggles against the two men. The two are much stronger than he is, holding him without breaking a sweat as a man cackles and he kicks the convulsing body of Junghyun on the ground, “Wait patiently little wolf! Your turn is next!”

The way he slurs those words with a leer of his golden eyes has your stomach stirring in the wrong way.

You watch confused as the older brother awakens with a shout, his eyes a mixture of gold and amber. The color of a newborn, you suppose if you remember anything from your classes on the different creatures. That thought leaves your mind as the boy cries out in pain, rolling over onto his hands and knees as tremors rack his body. His eyes are wide with strain as red liquid seeps from the lower seam of his eyes.

“Junghyun! Junghyun!” Jungkook continues to cry as his brother screams in agony and furiously claws at his own face. This creates deep gashes from his claws, bleeding profusely from both the wounds and his eyes.

The man from before only continues to howl with boisterous laughter at his suffering, swinging his leg back and into the teen’s ribcage. The force sends him flying sideways until he smashes into the hard surface of a crate.

You have to tear your eyes away as the boy slowly dies from rejecting the blood the vampire had forced him to ingest. His screams having grown hoarse and exhausted and his body falling limp in finality.

Jungkook grows furious, growling and snapping at them.

“Your turn, little one,” the man grins wildly as the nail of his index finger protrudes into a sharp claw. Slowly, he walks towards the struggling boy as he takes the sharp nail and slides it across the flesh of his forearm. A straight line of blood drips from the deep cut.

Unamused by his struggling, he throws a hook to the side of the younger’s face. Jungkook’s head snaps left from the force, cheek flaring with pain as he coughs out blood.

“Shut the fuck up and drink up,” The man hums as his hand grips harshly at his jaw to open his mouth forcibly, causing the boy to struggle once more. Settling his arm over the child, he watches with fascination as his blood falls into his mouth and he’s forced to swallow it. Licking his lips with a satisfied smile, he mutters lowly, “Now this will only hurt a little bit,” before all five of his finger nails extend into sharp claws and he thrusts his whole hand forward into Jungkook’s chest.

You gasp with tears springing to your eyes, covering your mouth with both hands to muffle the sound of surprise that jumps out of your mouth.

The struggling has stopped all together with his breathing and the two guards release the boy. His body drops with a heavy thud. Seconds pass before Jungkook repeats Junghyun’s previous movements, screaming and convulsing wildly on the ground as the vampiric blood races through his circulatory system. When his erratic spasming slowly calms down, his skinny body is covered in a thin layer of sweat and his chest is falling up and down in tandem with his harsh inhales and exhales.

The next events are too hard to watch as Jungkook reawakens as a transitioning werewolf-vampire hybrid, mistakenly murdering his parents before killing and drinking from the man who had turned him and deceived him. His transition had completed and he was filled to the brim with fury and sadness. His eyes bled with furious rage of iridescent blue and amber as he killed anything and everything within the warehouse.

When nothing remained living, the boy left in hopes of finding a body of water to wash up. He wandered for hours away from that damned warehouse, finding himself lost in forest, huge in comparison to him. Nothing to eat or drink, he dragged himself through the forest looking as though he’d bathed in blood, claws and incisors extended, and his eyes glowing their blue and amber hue.

Blood. He craved blood so desperately. And he wasn’t about to start licking his blood covered hand like a dog. Although he was a born wolf after all, but that was besides the point. He was not about to accept his new found hybrid status, he despised it. Why did it have to be him? Why did his brother have to die? The more he continued to think about the events within the warehouse, his blood boiled and his eyes began to bleed more amber than blue.

Any living creature he could find, be it a rabbit or squirrel, ran for their lives from just feeling his presence. Even for you as a mere spector, the amount of animosity and power unfurling off his being was almost as overwhelming as it was in reality.

His eyes slid closed as his vision grew blurry. The world tilted and he let his body tip over and fall flat on the ground.

You sat crouched by his side, heart hurting for the tall boy before you heard the slightest noise of leaves crunching underneath the weight of something or someone. Blinking, you bit back a gasp before the world shifts and you’re back in a familiar room.

When he comes to, eyelids slowly sliding open, he hadn’t expected to be staring up at a roof over his head. Raising a shaky hand, he clutched at his forehead thrumming with a dull ache from hunger and dehydration. Glancing around, he blinked before shooting up into a sitting position.

“Woah there, take it easy,” a voice chuckles from the doorway and you recognize the aura.

Goosebumps unfurl across the surface of your arms as a younger Min Yoongi steps over to the bed and sets down a tray of rice porridge and a glass of water on the nightstand. His smile is slight but welcoming nonetheless when Jungkook casts him a guarded glare.

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codyfernmorelikedaddyfern · 6 years ago

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The Veil - Ghost!Xavier x fem!Reader

Description: The attention that Camp Redwood brought to the table in the paranormal field was not unwanted. When a medium informs the group of ghosts of their ability to roam the streets freely between Devil’s night and Halloween, there is only one thing that matters to Xavier : Find the girl he left behind when he died.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of smut, people being ghosts. I don’t want to spoil anything...

Word count: 2339

“Are you aware that you can leave between Devil's night and Halloween?” the voice spoke to the audience of ghosts surrounding her. They all froze at her announcement. “W-What do you mean?” Ray asked, quickly jumping to his feet, a handful of his friends mirroring his gesture.

“Well, on the 30th and 31st of Halloween, the veil between the dead and the living mesh together so closely that the distinction is practically gone. On theses days, you should be free to roam the world as much as you wanted.” the medium, a woman named Cynthia, spoke, seemingly surprised about their lack of knowledge. “What day and year did you say this was again?” Montana wondered, her eyes darting between the woman and the blonde man still sitting on the mattress in the cabin, his eyes prickled with tears.

“Today is October 28th 1988” she tried to smile. Xavier rose from his seat and shook the medium's shoulders, his small tears gathering and the waterlines and threatening to spill. “Are you sure about this?!” his voice broke while she eagerly nodded. “You need to help me find someone! Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and she was my girlfriend”.

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“Xavier, if she indeed is the same person, seeing you might be a bit of a shock, I think it would be wiser if I came with you”. The taxi stopped in front of an apartment complex Xavier was unfamiliar with. He looked back at the woman seating next to him before quickly exited the cab. She pushed a few bills to the driver before quickly running to him.

The medium's feet walked to the intercom and doubt shook Xavier for a second as he saw the name under the button Cynthia pressed. It was her name for sure but it had been a year and a half. Did she move on? Did she still love him? Did she forgive him for leaving to Redwood besides her protests?

“Hello?” his heart stopped. It really was her. Xavier knew it. “Hi, Ma'am, my apologies, my name is Cynthia and I just require a few minutes of your times”. The silence that ensued nearly pulled the boy's heart out of his chest. “I'm sorry, I'm not inte-”. “It is about Xavier Plympton. I have been told you were his partner before the tragedy?” the medium interrupted. Another pause. Then the loud buzzing of the door unlocked brought a gasp out of his chest.

The woman pulled the door opened, checking the number associated with the name to identify the flat number. They ran up the stairs, the distant sound of a door unlocking brought Xavier out of his silenced trance while Cynthia walked to the entrance.

(Y/N) stood at the door, a hushed conversation occurring between her and another voice Xavier could not identify. When the medium reached the apartment, she gently told the young girl that she might need to sit down. Confusion pulled her brows together before her (Y/E/C) fell into the beautiful blue eyes she has been silently craving for what felt like eternity.

Her expression melted from being puzzled, to a mixture of pain and happiness as she practically launched herself again Xavier, her arms tightly latched against his waist, his closing in against her shoulders. “Is this really you?” she whimpered, her face planted on his chest. “Let's get inside” he responded, his soaked gaze falling onto the open door of her apartment.

Next thing he knew, he was sitting in her couch, Cynthia had explained to her why he was here and she had left them alone and she was pouring him a warm cup of coffee. Xavier was devouring her with his eyes, still damp from his tears. His “girlfriend” had not changed much besides maybe having her hair cut slightly shorter than usual. Her hands looked worked and her body looked different. The blue of his stare wandered against her chest, her hips, her stomach. The more he looked at her, the more in love he found himself.

“You look so beautiful, (Y/N).

- I missed you so much, Xavier. There is someone I need you to meet.”

He gave her a smile, trying to hide the ache in his chest. She had moved one, didn't she? The girl's heart was throbbing in her chest while she lost herself in the cold hues of his eyes. (Y/N) had fell for Xavier long before he did. On the day they went on their first date, she was already head over heels and her feelings only grew stronger during the three years they had been together before the tragedy.

She told him about what he had missed on TV, in music, on the radio until the buzzer of her door surprised her once more. She quickly went to the intercom to open the door to whoever was visiting her.

Her shoulders twisted to meet his gaze with a shy smile before a knock at her door pulled her away from his hungry stare. She gingerly opened the door, managing to exchange a couple of words with whoever stood behind. Xavier rubbed his hands together anxiously.

“I need you to be really good, okay bug?” he heard her whisper. There was a slow shuffle and then he saw her walking into view of the living room, a small body tangled in her arms. A couple of blue eyes looked back at him. It was a little boy, not much older than 3 or 4, Xavier thought.

(Y/N)'s eyes retrieved her “boyfriend's”. “This is... This is James” she informed the blonde man who carefully stood up, a tremor taking his body. “I'm sorry that you have to find out this way, Xavier” she carried on, the toddler looking up to his mother before snuggling tighter.

A lump grew in her throat and she tried swallowing it. Memories were jumbled in his brain and some of them had been erased but there was one thing he remembered as clear as day. It was the both of them discussing the future they so badly craved together. It was the night he told her he wanted to build a family with her, they would have a little girl first, Sarah, then a boy, James. They were his favourite names and his girlfriend liked them enough to agree with him.

“I-I found out I was pregnant about a month after you passed. He was the only thing I had left from you. I couldn't, you know...” her voice shook with a soft hint of sadness. She looked at the little boy, pushing a few stray pieces of his hair away from his face and squishing his cheeks. He was a carbon copy of his father at his age. The little man wiggled out of his mother's grip, shyly scampering to his bedroom.

“Have you been doing this by yourself?” Xavier asked, stepping closer to the mother of his child, rewarded by a soft nod. “My mom picks him up and looks after him while I'm at work but I'm alone for the most parts, yeah”. His arms looped around her shoulders, gently whispering thousands of apologies while they allowed their tears to flow.

He placed a chaste kiss to her lips, a tender gesture he had been craving for so long. He felt alive again when he was against her. (Y/N) took his palm in hers and walked to the bedroom where Jamie was playing with a small train. “Can I?” Xavier whispered to his lover, looking back at her. She offered him a large smile, nodding at him as he joined his son on the floor, playing with his train until dinner time came. Looking at the clock, the tall blonde knew he did not have eternity in here.

Silently, (Y/N) let him handle the bedtime under her watchful eyes.

Silently, Xavier crashed his lips against hers.

Silently, (Y/N) guided him to her bedroom once their child had fallen asleep.

Silently, Xavier made love to her for hours.

He cherished the searing feeling of her soft skin against his, his fingers and tongues kissed and stroked the stretched marks on her breasts, then the one on the stomach that had carrier his child. A newfound way of loving her. The flame he had burning deep in his heart was raging more than ever. She had mothered his son, fed him, taught him. James showed great respect and manners at his young age.

It was like having him for herself all over again, forever. But she only had him for a short period now so she had to make the most out of every god damn second the thin veil between life and death provided for them. “I don't want to wake up without you” she whispered as he laid her head on his chest, their limbs still shrouded with sweat.

“I'll come back every year. You could also come over when James is bigger?” he hushed with the same tone. Their daydreamed was broken by the small cries of their son. Quickly scampering for something to wear, (Y/N) wrapped herself in the oversized tank top Xavier had earlier, causing him to pull his lower lip between his teeth at the sight he had missed for so long. He had to shake the idea out of his head to finish pulling up the pair of underwear he discarded hours ago.

Climbing back in bed with their child, (Y/N) smiled dearly at the sight of her boys holding each other. Xavier quickly drifted to sleep, his breathing lullabying the little boy. The mother grabbed her Polaroid camera and snapped two pictures of the three of them tied together in bed, leaving one for her lover to take and one for her to add to the shoe box of pictures she had taken of Xavier in the past.

Waking up that morning was the hardest thing they had to do, knowing he needed to retrieve his way to the camp before the veil thickened again. Like clockwork, James was taken by (Y/N)'s mother before she started to get ready for her day of work. She looked back at Xavier while she looked at her uniform. “I'll take you back there” she gently whispered. He protested, she had to go to work but she simply shushed him by calling in sick. Hours turned into seconds as they held each other on her couch in the comfortable silence of her apartment.

When came the time of leaving, she could feel her heart shatter slowly. His hand clutched her knee while she drove away from the city. “I'm really sorry I wan't here” he whispered as the tree grew taller in his field of view. (Y/N)'s fingers curled tighter around the wheel. “I know now I have a reason to work harder into finding a way to break the curse” he continued. “You better hurry up because he keeps on asking about a sibling and now that he met you, he's going to ask so many more questions” her voice gently spoke. A soft scoff escaped his lips, his fingers tightening against her knee.

“If I didn't have him, I would probably beg you to end my days when we step past the threshold of Redwood so I can stay with you for eternity”. His fingers remained on her leg. “We have other things to look forward to” he stopped her thoughts. “I will visit you every year now. I promise.” Xavier whispered while her car took the side road into the camp.

The thrumming of her car caught the attention of a few of the inhabitants. Out of the corner of her eyes, (Y/N) spotted Chet and Montana, a large smile pulled on their faces. Xavier quickly jumped out of her car, beaming at the idea of being seen with his girl once more.

His lover climbed out of the car after turning off the ignition only to be pulled into a tight embrace from her friends. Once their arms left her, she found Xavier's little smile. Everyone took a step back to allow (Y/N) to bury her face in his neck, his arms holding desperately onto her. “I don't want you to go” he confessed, peppering little kisses against her cheek. “Me neither, Xavy...”. The embrace lasted longer than they both realised and was only broken when (Y/N) pulled away, fishing into her wallet.

She had the same wallet that he remembered. It still have that cheesy picture of the both of them in the middle window of it even though it was now yellowed and aged. Pinching between the folds of it, she pulled another picture, a new one. A picture of James on what he could assume was his first day of school. (Y/N) pushed the photograph in his fingers as well as the polaroid she snapped the night before. Her sad eyes met his and his lips gently met hers.

“I'll be right here next year, okay? I'll come with James, we'll pick you up and then, we'll spend the next couple of days together.” she spoke as if her words could stop her tears from gliding off of her eyes. “And we'll come and visit you, so he can see you more” she carried on, a sob shaking her shoulders. Xavier kissed her once again. She silently climbed in the car and he stole another kiss through the open window of her car. Turning the keys in the ignition, her car started again and his heart somewhat stopped.

“I'll be right here, (Y/N). I'll be waiting for you.” he smiled at her. She agreed and drove off, leaving her puzzled friends behind. Xavier waved as the car disappeared, his fingers clutching on the pictures of his family. “I'll see you next year, my loves” As he turned on his heels and met the confused stares of his friends, the realisation hit him. He had a lot of explaining to do.

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babyboy-cody · 6 years ago

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unrequited (PART TWO)

PAIRING: Michael/Fem!Reader, Roman/Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N seeks solace at a coffee shop and becomes acquaintances with a young gentleman that made her feel alive again.

WARNINGS: heavy arguments, mentions of past miscarriage, michael being a fucking asshole, roman being a fucking flirt, fluff towards the end

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

The day slowly ticked by. The silence in the house seemed deafening. Y/N tried to do anything to keep her hands busy. She switched around Aurora’s room, cleaned the large kitchen, organized her wardrobe, read a few pages of her favorite novel Misery. Nothing seemed to have satisfied her overbearing loneliness. Aurora sat on the carpeted living room floor, but she was too engrossed in her play blocks to realize her mother’s silent battle.

An idea struck her and a small smile graced her soft lips. Y/N bent down to pick up Aurora, the small child letting a weak cry of protest, but soon directed her attention to Y/N’s necklace, as always. The young woman carefully made her way up the stairs with a pep in her step. Her heart fluttered with excitement. She gently placed Aurora on the large bed of the master bedroom and walked to her towering wardrobe. She pulled out her favorite silk slip.

Y/N removed her clothing and left on her white lace panties. As she placed the silk dress over her body, she remembered all the times her and Michael used to go out. The looks he gave her were tender and the lingering touches on her skin always made her flush and giggle like a little school girl. But now, the looks he gave her were cold and the lingering touches on her skin were too rough and made her swallow with uneasiness.

“Mama!” Aurora whimpered.

Y/N directed her attention to the small child laying on the bed. Aurora wiggles as she tried to sit up, weakly crying out and grasping the air. Y/N laughs softly and gentle sits her up again.

“Did you fall again, little one?” Y/N softly asks her with a smile and lightly stroked her chubby cheek. “Silly baby. You’re just like you’re…”

She trailed off as a distant look clouds her eyes. Her heart suddenly feels too heavy in her chest and her throat becomes dry. Y/N takes a seat on the edge as she keeps an eye on Aurora. She lets out a quiet sigh.

“Why am I even trying?” She quietly asks herself.

“Where are you going?” She suddenly hears Michael ask, causing her to jump and gasp.

“Y–You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She exclaimed and pressed her hand down onto her quickly beating heart.

“Where are you going?” Michael asks again as he takes a step into the room.

Y/N stands and smoothens out her dress. She shuffled on her feet and twiddles her fingers nervously. Michael’s hard stare doesn’t make it any better for her.

“I–I was thinking that we could go out to dinner…like old times,” Y/N quietly told him. “I was about to call Patty and ask if she can babysit Aurora for a few hours.”

Michael stays quiet.

“D–Do you like the dress?” Y/N looks down at herself with a soft blush. “It’s the same one I wore when you…proposed.”

Michael looks down at her and tilts his head to the side. He places his arms behind his back.

“It makes you skin look flat. You need to change up your hair some time, darling. Plus, the dress just doesn’t…fit you like it used to,” Michael tells her.

Y/N chokes on a gasp at Michael’s words. Her eyes burned with thick tears as her chin wobbled. A long tear slid down her flushed cheeks as her skin prickles with embarrassment.

“W–Why do you tr–treat me like this, Michael?” She whimpers. “What have I e–ever done to you to make you h–hate me so goddamn much?”

Michael sighs with frustration and punches the bridge of his nose as he mumbles, “Not this again.”

“I am a damn good wife. I am a damn good mother!” She cries out as more tears roll down her cheeks.

Aurora’s attention is now set on the two people she loves most in the world. She lets out a quiet whimper at the sight of her distressed mother. Michael’s head snaps up at Y/N’s words.

“A good mother? You want to talk about being a good mother? Why don’t you tell that to our last child? Talk about being a damn good mother,” he spits, eyes filled with fury.

“How…dare you bring that up! We both know it wasn’t my fault!” Y/N sobs at the mention of her unborn child: her little boy Thomas.

“Of course it’s your fault! You’re so fucking stupid sometimes. I don’t even know why I married you to begin with. All you do is fucking nag me and I’m sick of it!” Michael roared and slammed his hand down on the dresser. “I work every damn day to provide for you. I paid for this house, I paid for the food you eat, I paid for the clothes on your back, I paid for every fucking useless toy for that little girl. And what do I get? Huh? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing! So don’t you ever stand there and ask me to play dress up with you because news flash, babe! I will never associate myself with someone like you in public. Do you understand me?”

Y/N can’t breathe. She staggers and takes a shaky seat on the bed as she covers her face and sobs in her trembling hands. She couldn’t believe the cruel words spewing from her husband’s once sweet lips. They stabbed at her broken heart and punched her in the stomach. Her throat felt raw as her eyes stung. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. She whispered the mantra under her breath and let out another sob. Michael stands there panting heavily as he stares down at his hysterical wife and his confused daughter. His hands shook in his fists as the fire in his eyes didn’t distinguish.

“Don’t wait up for me,” he rasped and left the bedroom.

Y/N whimpered brokenly as she hears the front door slam shut. Aurora lets out a small huff and mumbles incoherently. Y/N hiccups and presses her hand against her chest. There was a slight pinch and pull as it made her wince. It nearly knocked the breath out of her. She shakily inhaled and exhaled as it passed. Aurora lets out another series of jumbled words. Y/N looks at her through swollen eyes and gives her a weak smile.

“It’s you and me again, little one,” she hoarsely whispers.

There’s small chatter coming from almost filled cafe. The lights are dim, casting glows and gentle shadows on the walls. There’s light laughter and the occasional bell dinging, signaling another customer. Y/N and Aurora day at a table in the corner. Y/N had a small iced latte while Aurora drank a small cup of apple juice, since orange juice always makes her gassy. Y/N hadn’t stopped crying during the walk to the cafe. When she had entered the small restaurant and ordered the drinks, she tried not to have a mental breakdown when the barista gave her an iced caramel macchiato instead of an iced latte. It wasn’t a big deal, and she apologized profusely when her tears came. She became the center of attention and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The barista felt terrible and gave the drinks to her for free.

Y/N sips slowly and runs her free hand down Aurora’s light blonde strand, the baby’s hair always being so soft from her sweet smelling shampoos. Aurora lets out a small hum and continued to play the baby games Y/N downloaded on her phone. A small tears happened to make its way down Y/N’s cheek, and so she sniffled and quickly wipes it away.

“Excuse me,” she hears the softness of a male’s voice coming from next to the table.

She looks up and her lips part in awe. There stands a man with a large hand wrapped around a large cup of a steaming beverage. He offers a small smile, his rosy lips lifting. With the light casting down at him, she can see how green his eyes are. She’s never seen a color like that. She’s so used to the boring brown and cliché blue. His hair is chestnut brown and looks so incredibly soft to touch.

“Huh?” She mumbles and shakes herself from her thoughts to rub her forward. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he laughs softly. “Um, are you using that chair?”

“Please, go ahead!” She offers him a weak smile.

The man hesitated for a moment. His emerald eyes looked between the beautiful woman that captured him and her precious child.

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I mean, if you’re not alone,” he asks her.

Y/N looks up at him with wide, swollen eyes. She offers him a small shrug and motions for him to sit. Aurora’s attention is directed to the man. She looks away from the phone and studies him with furrowed brows. He laughs and waves at her.

“This is Aurora,” Y/N softly says and strokes her blonde hair. “And I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Roman…Godfrey,” he says and outstretches his hand for her to shake, and she does.

A small shiver rolls up her hand and enters her arm. It causes goosebumps to rise on her bare skin. She becomes aware that she’s still wearing her silk dress, and she pulls her hand away from Roman’s and crosses her arms on top of the table. Roman grins and takes a sip of his drink. Y/N’s cheeks hold a light pink hue. The way he’s looking at her is the same way Michael looked at her when he first saw her.

It was a tender look: one filled with an indescribable softness.

“Can I ask you something?” Roman suddenly says.

Y/N hums and nods.

“Why were you crying?” He asks her quietly, emerald eyes filled with sympathy and curiosity. “I assumed a date stood you up or something, but then you had your daughter. I’m just curious. I’m sorry if it’s personal.”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N quietly says. “I’m just – Life hasn’t been too great for me.”

“Oh. How come?” Roman asks her.

Y/N shrugs and sighs quietly. She feels a familiar tingle, then a burn forming under her eyelids. A small tears trickles down her soft cheek. Y/N lets out a quiet scoff and sniffles. Roman’s quick to hand her a clean napkin.

“I just have…a lot of things to deal with…at home,” Y/N confesses as she wipes under her eyes.

“Husband?” He asks, already knowing the answer when he notices her rubbing a thumb over the large diamond ring that sits around her dainty finger.

“He doesn’t feel like my husband anymore,” she brokenly whispers as she stares at the table with glassy eyes. “Things are so…different now.”

“Talk to me,” Roman quietly says and crosses his fingers together as he stares at her with a soft intensity, something she’s never seen before — not even with Michael.

“He’s just so…angry all the time. He always stays inside his office. He belittles me when I don’t seem to do something up to his expectations. He never makes time for me anymore. He doesn’t touch me like he used to. It’s been almost a fucking year since we’ve had sex. It’s like everything is ‘me me me’ when it comes to him. I mean, I’m a good wife and a good mother. He just never sees it and it makes me feel like absolute shit. It’s just so tiring. I’m so tired. I think the only thing keeping me sane is…Aurora,” Y/N finishes her rant with a whisper as she looks at her oblivious daughter. “I’m sorry if I said too much. I just…”

“I understand,” Roman rests a hand over hers and squeezes her fingers gently. “Your husband should be lucky he has someone that puts up with his shit. I can already tell you’re an amazing wife and mother. If I was him, I’d kiss the fucking ground you walk on.”

Y/N blushes and giggles softly.

“Stop, she mumbles.

“No, I’m serious,” Roman chuckles. “You’re a beautiful woman, Y/N. And if he can’t see your that and your hardwork in being a wife and mother at the same damn time, why do you put up with it?”

Y/N’s sighs at his words and looks at Aurora. She feels a smile being pulled at her lips. She thought about Roman’s words. She did think about leaving Michael. She had thoughts about leaving divorce papers on the table and leaving him in an empty house. But she can never bring herself to do them.

“I love him,” she finally says and looks at Roman with a defeated look in her eyes. “We’ve been together for so long. I can’t just throw it all away because of some minor differences.”

“If you’re unhappy…and I mean really unhappy, then you deserve to be with someone who will treat you like the most expensive and fragile gem in the entire world,” Roman softly tells her.

He suddenly places another clean napkin on the table and reaches into the inside pocket of his clean blazer to pull out a blue pen. Y/N watches with curiosity as he scribbled some numbers.

“If there’s anything you need – someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a friend – I’m on call away and I’ll be there in an instant,” Roman says and hands her the paper. “I stay true to my word. You can count on that.”

Y/N smiles and laughs quietly as a light shade of pink washes over her cheeks. For the first time in a long time, she felt lighter. The weight on her shoulders and chest seemed to have lifted and gave her air to breathe. She held the napkin between her fingers.

“Thank you, Roman,” she quietly tells him. “I really needed this.”

“I meant what I said,” he says and rests a hand on her small wrist, his thumb stroking her softly skin gently. “Anything.”

“I will,” she assured him and glances at Aurora. “We will.”

Roman smiles and removes his hand from her wrist. Almost immediately, Y/N misses his hand on her. The warmth radiating from his fingers and palms made her skin tingle in a way she has never felt before…not even with Michael. This feels more natural. She can happily say that Roman Godfrey is now her friend.

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