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The Duke and Duchess (Reader x Simon Basset)

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The table was set. A banquet to your delights so early in the morning.

Plate already filled with some bread and fruits. Yet your gaze was elsewhere. Staring in front of you to an empty chair. An entirety of empty chairs surrounding you like a soulless gathering. Members of the household standing by the windows. Waiting for breakfast to be over and clean up the table.

You were about to grab for your knife, when the doors opened behind you. Feeling a presence behind you. An arm reaching out for your plate. Taking your bread and bringing it up. You followed the movement with your gaze, slightly turning in the seat.

“Si!” – you called out seeing him take a bite from your bread. He happily munched on it, keeping a hand on your shoulder. – “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” – he said bending down. His breath hot on your lips. You shook your head, receiving a kiss from him.

Simon exhaled loud, pulling a chair back by your right. – “Oh and I’m stealing this.” – he said flapping the piece of bread in the air. A member of the staff launched forwards. Rushing to the other end of the table. Grabbing the plate and cutlery.

Hasting her way over to the duke to lay it down in front of him. Simon looked briefly up to her with a grateful nod before turning his attention to you once more. You reached out for a new piece of bread. – “So what is on the duke’s agenda today?” – you asked with curiosity picking up a grape to put in your mouth.

“Anything that requires him to be with his wife.” – Simon replied reaching for your plate. Snatching a grape as you watched with shocked irritation that he was stealing from your plate. – “Is my plate more tempting than yours?” – you wanted to know, throwing him a teasing smile. – “All that is yours I want.” – he answered flashing you a blissful smile.

You hummed intrigued. – “Even my corset?” – you responded. Simon laughed loud, placing his hand on yours. – “No, that you may keep.” – he went on. – “Shame it would’ve suited you.” – you finished with a sarcastic smile.

It made Simon entangle his fingers with yours, lifting your hand up. Leaning in closer to you for it was only for your ears. – “Don’t make me lose yours.” – he whispered leaving you flustered. In response you gave him a playful shove. Simon took you by the elbow, pulling hard on you so that you fell forwards.

Chuckling before he plastered his lips on yours. He pulled away but not before he stole another grape from your plate. Out of revenge, you stole the remaining bread where he had taken one bite from. Taking a bite of it yourself with a sarcastic glance.

Simon took your hand as you got up. The staff got in motion once you had left the room to clear up the table. – “So what is truly on your agenda?” – you asked letting your hand sway by your sides. – “As I said, spending it however my wife spends it.” – he responded giving your hand a soft squeeze.

“Do you not have any obligations today?” – you wanted to be sure. Simon shaking his head. – “Not today. I made sure of that.” – he answered. You gave him another playful shove for being so annoyingly charming. Simon chuckled. – “And to think you didn’t even like me in the beginning.” – you reminded him of the time at the social season.

Simon held his finger up in protest. – “Correction, I was simply too stubborn to admit that I liked you.” – he corrected, pulling at you so that your side bumped against his. He threw his arm around you, keeping a hand on your hip. - “But now you are al mine.”

Simon led you into another room filled with paintings. From wall to wall. – “Oh what’s this are you going to ask me to dance?” – you spoke with a flirty smile. You strayed away from him, but not too far as he kept holding onto your hand. – “Not quite.” – he responded pulling you back to him. You bumped against his chest feeling a bit light on your feet.

Simon let his hands go down your arms till they reached your hands. Taking each in his hand, moving your hands up. You furrowed your brows when he closed your hands. He curled up a smirk keeping your fists up. He then moved both his hands up, palms open. Twinkling a bit with his fingers to tease you. It made you laugh.

“You want me to punch you?” – you asked tilting your head a bit. – “A duchess needs to protect herself when her husband is not around.” – he responded. – “Oh does my husband plan on leaving me alone?” – you threw back at him with a flashing smile. – “Never.” – Simon whispered out. You curled up a smile, keeping your fists up.

Moving one fist forwards, you hit him square in the palm of his hand. – “Is that supposed to hurt me?” – Simon let out. – “I was just warming up.” – you called out. You threw another punch at his palm with more force. – “A tickle to my hand.” – he let you know, making you clench your jaw. Clenching your fist more, your muscles tensed. Throwing another punch at him.

Simon barely flinched, angering you. You groaned loud, throwing another punch out of frustration. Simon grabbed your fist, pulling at you. You stumbled forwards with a slight turn of his guidance. Bumping with your back against his chest. Simon gazed down at you, keeping his hands on your hips.

He came leaning down, breathing down in your neck. It left a ticklish sensation on your skin. The hotness of his breath teasing you before his lips would pleasure it. You craved his touch on your lips. Elbowing him a bit back to turn around in his embrace. Grabbing him by his suit, you pulled him at you to kiss.

Lips crashing on his as they followed his sweet rhythm. His hands went further down to your hips, pulling a bit of your skirt up. Blinded by love that he had for you. He guided you towards the wall, pressing your back firm against it. Grabbing for your leg, he hooked your knee at his side. Kissing you more roughly as he couldn’t get enough of you.

Making himself crazy about you. Wondering why he had been so stubborn for so long. If he had admitted it sooner, he could’ve enjoyed you earlier. Instead he had remained stubborn, turning an eye to Daphne Bridgerton in the hopes it would sniff out the flame burning for you. Yet when a gentleman showed interest in you, it was clear the flame was never sniffed out. From that moment on, he needed you and nothing was going to stop him till he had you.

Simon moved the shoulder patch better over your shoulder. Sweating blissful from showing his love to you. You were still panting, wiping some sweat from his cheeks. He held your hand, bringing it up to kiss the back of your hand. – “You didn’t pull away this time.” – you told him as it was strange that he did.

You knew how his opinion on children was. Simon chuckled, looking shyly down. – “I am well aware of that Y/n.” – he responded cupping your cheeks. – “It isn’t like you.” – you answered knowing what it could mean. Simon gave you a kiss on your forehead. You smacked your hands against his cheek, squishing them a bit together.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband.” – you called out jokingly. Simon pulled your hands down with a laugh. – “I am still the same me.” – he responded, bringing a hand of yours to his chest. – “I simply believe I’m having these baby fevers.” – he spoke. You gave him a playful shove. – “You have been talking to Lady Danbury have you?”

That made Simon laugh even harder. – “Perhaps but those conversations have not changed me.” – he stood by his point. – “Clearly.” – you responded with a smile. Simon wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as he rocked your body from side to side.

“You made me change my perspective. Very slowly you did.” – he let out, knowing you would’ve been happy either way if you never had any children. Never forcing it on him, but keeping it his decision. Humming pleasantly, you got on the tips of your toes to kiss him. – “I love you Simon.” – you spoke. – “I love you more Y/n.”

Simon and you left the painting room to have a stroll around the garden. – “If it is a boy I’ll teach it to box.” – Simon spoke to your surprise. It made you slap him against his arm. – “Now I truly start to wonder if you are the same husband I had this morning.” – smiling at how excited he was about that.

“We are not even sure yet that I am pregnant.” – you responded. Simon wrapped his arms around you. – “Then I’ll just have to keep trying.” – he whispered in your ear. You squealed loud trying to run from him when he wouldn’t let you. Chuckling and laughing to your delights.

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cieioarchives · 6 months ago

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gojo reminds me of 2010 justin bieber

they’re literally the same person HELP

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cieioarchives · 7 months ago

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A pinky promise.

pairing: childe x reader

genre: hurt/angst, no comfort.

word count: 0.9k

warnings: major character death, mentions of blood, usage of tartaglia's real name.

notes: me when i'm in love with the character with the most death flags and have to make it everyone else's problem too by making them as miserable as me :heart:

It wasn't often that Ajax came home to you as clean and proper as you had received him this time: His hair brushed and neatly put in place, along with his face cleaned and shaved.

It almost came as a relief of how proper and intact he had returned to you. Nothing like the other instances where he’d come back home to you, battered, bruised, and with cuts and wounds lingering across his bloodied body. Blood in which you oftentimes couldn’t discern whose it was- his own, or that of those unfortunate enough to cross paths with him and meet their fate at his hands.

Ajax had always been beautiful to you- You truly loved him: Scars, flaws and all. It would be ignorant to state anything other than the objective fact that Ajax was attractive. A pretty boy, and a handsome young man.

You had always found Ajax beautiful, always longing to have his charming smile beaming at you from the docks as he’d run towards you and shield you from the harsh winter winds of the cold land with his warm, secure arms.

But Ajax doesn’t bring you into his arms to greet you this time.

He doesn’t flash you his beaming smile.

And he certainly doesn’t shield you from the biting cold.

Ajax was sometimes accompanied by men in uniforms; Men from the Fatui, oftentimes subordinates of his. Their presence had become normalized in your life, given your precious place in the harbinger’s heart. Even though their looming company had become recurring, it hadn’t made it any less uncomfortable for you, despite the years that passed with having them around.

And even though you had grown accustomed to the unsettling sensation of being watched from afar by those men, it was an entirely different experience to have them wander in front of you.

You had always assumed that having them closer would alleviate your unease, but now you realize, far too late, that this could never be the case.

The violet rose petals clutched tightly in your hand decorate the pristine white snow beneath your feet, leaving a trail as you follow the four men with heavy steps. For some reason it reminds you of the many bouquets of flowers that Ajax would often bring home for you, always an odd number of flowers in them. You had always found it ridiculous yet still endearing that someone as feared and fierce as Ajax would believe in such superstitions. You'd often tease him about his superstitions, playfully arguing that the number of flowers could hardly dictate anyone's fate.

Are you wishing death upon me, my dear? Don’t you know that an even number of flowers represent the end of a life cycle? Does my beloved perhaps wish for my demise? How cruel! He would say, pouting adorably.

You'd laugh at his endearing pout, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek with a small apology for your mishap.

But as you stand here now, clutching an even number of blooms, you can't help but wonder of a reality where you didn’t dismiss his superstitions.

Ajax had always been beautiful to you, so much so that he would often catch you staring at him for just a moment too long. He would laugh softly, calling you out for it, even though he knew he was being hypocritical, as he was just as smitten with you, if not more.

And as always, you stare down at him like you've always done, for your love for him has never faltered, even now. The adoration you felt in those stolen glances is the same as the love you hold in this moment, unwavering and deep, despite the cruel reality before you.

His face is serene, almost as if he were merely sleeping. His hair, meticulously brushed, frames his face perfectly, and his clean-shaven skin glows softly in the muted light. It's a cruel illusion, this semblance of peace, masking the violence that took him from you.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the even-numbered flowers in your hand. Slowly, you bend down and place the bouquet on his chest, your fingers lingering on the petals for a moment longer.

The wind picks up, swirling around you, as if to echo your sorrow. You step back, the tears you’ve been holding back finally spilling over. The men in uniforms stand silently, giving you space, yet their presence is a stark reminder of the life Ajax led and the dangers he faced.

You take one final look at his peaceful face, etching it into your memory, before gently brushing his hair aside and pressing a final kiss to his now cold skin, your lips ghosting over his freckled cheeks and staining his skin with your tears.

Turning away, you feel the weight of sorrow settle in your heart, accompanied by an unsettling calmness. He had come back to you this time, finally clean and proper as he had often 'pinky promised' but never fulfilled. Yet now, in this bitter reality, you would have taken him back in any state but this.

What a tragic and unnecessary loss, you think bitterly, as you turn your back on the cold, still figure before you, walking away with leaden footsteps. Each step echoes with the emptiness of a future stolen too soon, shattered into pieces, leaving you to return home with the shards with no one to put it back together with- leaving you all alone, again.

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cieioarchives · 9 months ago

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Megumi, at Gojo's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone: Of course. They leave Megumi, leaning over Gojo′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Gojo: Yeah, no shit.

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cieioarchives · 10 months ago

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➳ 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 家族 | Tanjiro x reader

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sometimes i wonder if you were to exist in this cruel world,

if someone like you do exist.

someone out there would validate your existence.

i wouldn’t hesitate to give you my all,

my everything,

because you deserve so much and to be completely honest?

I might not be enough.

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I remember those days where I would stare off in the far distance, wondering how we could live far away from the bustling cities, and to the unknown. Somewhere we could lost ourselves, in fresh foliage, flower fields, rivers and honeysuckle flowers.

I want to be lost alongside you, where we can laugh our problems away, where we don’t think of anything else aside from the way we bask in each other’s comforting presence.

We could live in a small hut, a cabin, or a tree house up in the wild. everywhere, anywhere.

I couldn’t care less.

I just want a humble home where i could go home in after a tiring day of work.

I could pluck the vegetables from our fields, which we’ve plowed all day long three months ago.

You’ll come home later that afternoon as the sun was quietly setting in the horizon along with its breathtaking orange glow. However, it was nothing compared to your face which gleam even more brighter accompanied with one of your warmest smile, a sign that you’re proud of your today’s accomplishment from selling coals in the nearby village.

Your beaming face was smeared with soot and dust from your excruciating day of hard work, but the big smile on your face won’t go unnoticed. I’d walk up to you with a handkerchief from our freshly washed laundry I was folding prior before. I’ll give you a smile as i wipe your stained cheeks, in return you’ll let out a gentle laugh before a kind “I’m home.” left your lips, I will smile back before tiptoeing to press a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Welcome back.”

It was a September night, the outside world bit so cold. But strangely, our humble home was always warm. The hearth emitting gentle heat that swarms around the room, maybe because you’re there, maybe because your presence made a difference.

Soon you’ll be sat up comfortably near the irori, weaving a new basket out of bamboo skin for your business tomorrow morning. On the other hand, I would be busy preparing our dinner for tonight, it would be a simple dish enough to warm our stomach. I’m not a good cook myself, and I find it really unsettling, it somehow made me insecure. But you never once find the fault in it.

Light gently filter through the paper walls of our humble room. I felt your hand slowly caressing my hair, your gentle warmth emitting beside me. I snuggled even closer, basking in your comfortable embrace. A soft chuckle will left your lips before you pulled me even closer.

“Good morning.”

Your voice, it sounds slightly rasp and worn.

Your morning voice, I always like it.

I’ll open my eyes slowly and I’ll be greeted with your still sleepy state, looking at me with those beautiful pools of color that I could always drown myself with. A small smile was etched across your lips in a slightly playful manner, suggesting you’ve had a nice sleep.

“Good morning.” I’ll greet back with a same smile. You’ll drew me closer before pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead, this made my poor heart swoon and thump loudly against my chest.

In breakfast, we’ll both prepare a light meal which we’ve gathered from our garden that cold morning. We’ll have our small talks, hearty laughs, and throwing small jokes and teasing then and there.

First in our agenda today, we’ll tend to our front and back garden and the few animals in our nearby shed. You’ll find the hen’s eggs slowly hatching from their straw nest, ready to be introduced to the world.

You’ll come up to me excitedly as I was busy watering the flowers in our front yard.

I was confused when you stretch out your hands to me, an excited grin won’t leave your lips as you slowly open your palms to reveal a tiny chick, it chirped slightly as though it was confused.

I was beyond surprised he managed to snatch it away from its mother. Well, I’m glad he isn’t hurt or something.

I will pet the small chick in my hand, its small feathers were soft against my palm. Surprisingly it snuggled closer to my hand finding it warm for its comfort. An unconscious smile will stretch on my lips finding it adorable.

You on the other hand will watch me with eyes filled with adoration, your face will gleam with pure happiness, bliss, a sense of euphoria etched across your distant gaze. A thought must have appeared in your mind, coaxing you in dreamy thought一to the point that it almost felt comforting.

You had talk to me about this one midnight in such wee hours, for which we’re both so immersed in our small talks while snuggled closer to each other. You had this slightly hesitant and almost embarrassed look prominent on your face, a noticeable blush dusting your cheeks in an innocent manner as you tried forming in the words you want me to hear.

It was a moment of nothing but pure happiness and ecstasy all combined when I heard you let out that one single word:

家族 - kazoku

Tanjiro is such a kind-hearted and generous young lad, he’s so awfully kind and considerate in everything that he has ever done. His own family consist of 7 members, most composed of his siblings much younger than him, no wonder he’s particularly good with kids in general.

He interact with them so well一talk in a way they will coaxed out of their fears, tell a catching story, even just the simple way of him talking to them was something that brought warmth to my heart.

Sometimes I’ll caught his distant gaze on a small baby clad in her mother’s arms, to the way he’ll find the kids running around amusing that he’ll let out a gentle laugh.

His eyes will always shine like no other.

No wonder this man wants to start his own family some day too.

一And the simple thought indeed makes me anticipate everything that could happen.

Can you imagine? A family with a person so kind, generous, loving, considerate, gentle, that it almost seemed so out of this world.

Someone like him was just too good to be true, that seeing him existing was beyond words.

“What are you thinking?” I’ll ask him,

He’ll drew the tiny chick closer to his chest, before a small yet distant smile etched itself across his lips. For a moment there he seemed to be in daze, in a comforting dream一one wouldn’t even dare to wake him up. He looks so at peace, and just seeing him alone brought a surge of warmth inside me.

His eyes soon found mine, they held nothing but pure fondness and adoration一and they’re all directed to me.

He soon reached for my hand, intertwining it with his own.

“A family… with you.”

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cieioarchives · 11 months ago

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Hades: If someone points at your black clothes, and asks you whose funeral it is...

Hades: ...a look around the room and a casual, "I haven't decided yet" is always a good response.

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cieioarchives · 11 months ago

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Newt Scamander's fluffy cinnamon dusted curls

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cieioarchives · 11 months ago

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Give Me Love

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Newt and (Y/N) had a chance to spend a night together after several months of not seeing each other. Was the short period of time enough for them to realise that they were both happier when they were still together?

Word Count: 2.429

Posted: 11th of December 2018

A/N: I just got back home from the cinema, watched Bohemian Rhapsody, but the second part of Happier is finally here! I hope that you enjoy this too, although I am not that confident of how it turned out. I don’t know, I wasn’t convinced about it, but I appreciate feedbacks, of course. There will be another part as I decided to divide it because of the great amount of words.

I listened to the song “Give Me Love”, another Ed Sheeran song, as I wrote this imagine. I hope you enjoy!

- G. x

P.S.: Tumblr is having problems with links in the post, so if you want to read the first and the third part, you can go to my profile and search for Happier and The Only One in my Masterlist, under Fantastic Beasts section. Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience!

Tags: @atlas-of-a-human-soul; @dreacantsleep; @ann-is-amazing-person; @i-ship-it-ironically (please send me an ask if you want to be tagged for the next part too!)

“You can do this, (Y/N)!” You keenly encouraged yourself as you dauntlessly took a deep breath to calm yourself. “It has been months.”

You nodded to yourself as you bravely brought your fist up to knock several times on the wooden door in front of you. Your heart was terribly pounding as you waited for it to open, but you still managed to flash a trembly, because of the wintry weather in London, but still truthful smile.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice unconfidently greeted you and your once-so-strong smile quickly faltered. You knew that he would be there and you just accepted the invitation because you thought that perhaps you were ready to see him once again, obviously without being hurt, but your stomach horribly churned at the mere sight of his captivating blue-green irises.

Newt.

Few months has passed and you haven’t heard any news about him or from him. Well, what would you expect from someone who has already moved on from his past relationship? Nothing, right? At least, you couldn’t expect anything, because he wasn’t yours to hold anymore.

“Thanks.” You mumbled under your shaky breath, almost inaudible but you knew that he still heard you because of the tiny smile that formed on his beautifully freckled face.

He let you enter the warm house and you waited for him to close the door behind you before proceeding on walking further. You then took your coat off, feeling at home, and he rushed to your direction to gather your stuff, treating you as though you were a very special guest in his brother’s house.

It was one of those dinners that Theseus and Leta organised every once in awhile to spend some quality time together with the family and some of their close friends. Of course, being the latter’s best friend, the couple thought that it would be a great idea to invite you every single time, even though you weren’t with Newt anymore, even though you turned them down for months because of the fear of ever seeing your ex-boyfriend again.

In the past, it was one of the moments that you most looked forward to, not only because you had fun having uninhibited conversations with Theseus and Leta, but also because it was the only time you could spend your whole night with Newt. Nothing or no one could ever come between your only free time, not the necessary research for his book about the magical creatures, not the paper works that Theseus assigned you for the day after. Above all, your boyfriend’s older brother was your boss and he understood the situation, but he eventually learnt to not give you the paper works when there was an upcoming dinner in the agenda.

“(Y/N),” Leta’s excited voice echoed through the flat’s thick walls and she completely woke you up from your deep thoughts by tightly wrapping her arms around you. “you finally considered my invitation after months!”

You slightly giggled, rolling your eyes playfully as you hugged her back. “Only because Theseus threatened me this morning!” It wasn’t actually a lie.

“He did?” Newt’s disappointed tone was heard behind you. Was he expecting you to attend the dinner voluntarily even after you two already broke up? Even after the particular moment that happened months ago outside the chaotic and in disarray bar?

You nodded in response as Leta left your body so you could face him. You avoided his gaze, but you talked to him. “Tall piles of paper works are resting on his office table right now.”

“A huge load of work is waiting for us tomorrow, so have fun and seize the night!” Theseus giddily suggested, gesturing for you to follow him in his dining room. “You two are already here so we can start eating.”

“Only Newt and I are the invited ones?” You curiously questioned with tremendously knitted eyebrows as your feet started moving.

It was a cosy dinner with family and friends, that was why you started to ask yourself where Tina was. If she were Newt’s new love interest, why wouldn’t they invite her? Yes, she lived in America, but they could have notified her weeks before to have her over. Theseus knew about her, because Leta surely told him every single detail of the incident that happened during your day off.

“Are you disappointed that I didn’t invite the guy who desperately flirted with you everyday at work?” Theseus lightheartedly teased you, smirking as his eyes flickered between you and his discombobulated looking brother. You felt the heat across your face, being embarrassed at his statement.

“Shut up, Theseus!” You blithely rolled your eyes in response, but then you suddenly froze in your spot when you realised that Newt was in the same room as yours. You explicitly told him that you would wait for him, but then he would just hear that you were letting someone to flirt with you at work. That was rude and unfair, or was it really?

“Theseus!” Leta harshly elbowed her boyfriend to tell him to watch his words, but then you saw Newt moving his feet towards his usual place. He just shrugged it off and it made you think that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t remember anything about that night anymore. He already gave up on you, he already let you go.

Undoubtedly, you knew that he already did once he let you walk away from him that night. He didn’t stop you, he didn’t run after you to embrace you back in his arms either. He never showed any emotions. He never asked you to stay. He didn’t do anything to let you know that he still wanted you. He took your hopes and dreams with him, mostly the ones you built during your long journey together.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Newt suddenly mumbled while his hand gently gripped on your forearm. You hesitatingly considered his alluring, but dark orbs, albeit you knew that it was a wrong move. His touch and his gaze still sent you some shivers down your spine, you still longed for him.

“Y-yes, I am.” You shyly stuttered, quickly pulling the chair beside him so you could give him a valid excuse to take his hand off of you. You had to stop him in time, because you knew that he didn’t care about you that way anymore and you would just be hurt once again. “I’m sorry!”

“Look,” Theseus started as you roamed your eyes around the table. The couple has prepared lots of delicious food and your stomach was more than buoyant because of it. “I was just kidding earlier. I didn’t meant to offend you or something.”

You let out some soft giggles, completely shaking your thoughts off as you considered his ocean blue eyes. “It’s okay, Thes. It’s not your fault, I am just tired.”

You were relieved when you somehow convinced the couple with the lamest excuse that you could ever come up with. You weren’t tired, not at all! On the contrary, because seeing Newt once again, after several months, suddenly woke your dormant and lifeless soul.

“Then let’s eat so you can go home and rest early.” Newt thoughtfully stated as you both sat down, but quickly gritted his teeth because of the frustration, he definitely wanted to spend more time with you.

When the group started eating, you were more present in their conversation. You listened to their stories and you would even burst into a tumultuous laughter every once in awhile. Sometimes you would find yourself spacing out because of some moments that you still remembered vividly, but Leta always had a way to get your attention back.

“So,” Leta started, elegantly grabbing her glass filled with Champagne. “shall we make a toast for our never ending friendship?”

“Sure.” Theseus cheerfully agreed, raising his glass to initiate the toast. “To our never ending friendship?”

“To our never ending friendship!” You all said in unison while you raised your glasses and clinked them, leaving all your worries behind. You then individually clinked your glasses with Leta and Theseus, but you paused when it was Newt’s turn.

Did he still consider you as his friend? You were once his best friend.

“Cheers?” He smoothly questioned, turning his head to consider your eyes. He was still uncomfortable around you, but he wanted to start conversing with you again. He wanted your connection back.

“Cheers!” You hesitatingly whispered as you anxiously looked into his stunning eyes, clinking your glasses with a warm smile soon after.

Another deafening silence filled the room, but Leta quickly killed it as she came up with another topic. You barely participated at it as Newt’s eyes still burnt on your skin. He was staring at you and, this time, it was his turn to have some deep thoughts.

“Newt, have another glass of Champagne!” Theseus offered right after you finished eating. He carelessly poured an obnoxious quantity of the sparkling white wine in his brother’s glass and Newt’s eyes just grew wide in surprise, but never debated against it, although he has never been a heavy drinker. Of course, that what was you thought.

The brothers bottomed up their drinks and you just looked at them with an astonished glare and a beaming smile.

“(Y/N), let’s go and wash the dishes?” Leta happily asked, sneakily eyeing at the two Scamander brothers as she signalled that you both had to leave them alone.

“Hmm,” You hummed, raising an eyebrow as you became suspicious of her moves. The gorgeous lady shrugged her shoulders while she stood up, wooden chair noisily scraping the floor. “alright.”

Theseus looked at you with a thankful smile and that was when you understood everything: he wanted to exchange some wise words with his younger brother. This was his time to do so. Their relationship was still complicated and it became even more impossible to talk to him when your break up came. Newt never visited your department in the Ministry after that night anymore and it made you think that perhaps he was avoiding you too.

“Be careful and don’t drink too much, you can’t handle alcohol very well.” You gently addressed to the Scamander brothers, but only Theseus and Leta laughed at your observation.

“Says the one who skipped a whole week of work for drinking five shots of firewhisky in just one night.” He naughtily smirked, firing back at you. You cringed by hearing his words, because it made you remember every sear that your throat endured that time.

Theseus was absolutely right, but you didn’t skip work because of the worst hangover that you had the next day and he was aware of that. You skipped work because it took you a long time to accept that the man you once considered as the love of your life was already the love of someone else’s life.

You endlessly cried for days, teardrops messily staining your clothes. You wailed to the point that your eyes were the ones who begged for you to stop, because you barely had any water left in your body. You were hurt and you mewled worse than a newborn child, but what you did the most was to nurse numerous empty bottles in your desolate and deserted room. You would wake up alone in your cold and massive bed and, throughout the day, you drank different types of toxic alcoholic drinks, all because you wanted to forget him. You drank so much that you even wished for your blood to turn into alcohol to never be sober again, but you never succeeded on doing so.

You still loved him and all you wanted was for him to love you back again. For him to give you the love that you once had, but suddenly lost.

“Whatever, Theseus!” You uncomfortably rolled your eyes as you tried to drop the topic behind, masking the pain that still lingered in your splintered heart.

Your boss chuckled, shaking his head as he watched you and Leta clear the table with some wand swishes here and flicks there.

The memories were still fresh in Theseus’ mind though. He was the one who found out that you were ruining yourself. You always assured Leta that you were fine by sending her letters with your owl, but Theseus wasn’t convinced about it. When he saw your almost soulless body that day, he pulled you in close into his arms, understanding your situation, and, instead of scolding your for skipping work, he comforted you: seeing you eye to eye, heart to heart.

When you finished clearing the table, you made your way to the kitchen with your best friend, leaving a perplexed Newt and an empathic Theseus in the dining room alone.

You and Leta had a talk about the brothers while you did some house chores. She also asked you to open up about your feelings for Newt. You didn’t have to lie about your emotions because she perfectly knew, but she could tell that you felt better.

“Leta?” You softly mumble, puppy eyes showing as though you were asking her to do a favour for you. “Why isn’t Tina here?”

She nervously chewed her lower lip as she hesitated to answer you. It took her awhile before she could open her mouth, but when words were about to come out, she was suddenly cut off by her boyfriend.

“Leta and (Y/N), Newt is going home now.” He announced, making you and his lady rush through the dining room.

Newt’s beautiful face was tinged with a crimson red shade and his eyes were tired and glassy, but he managed to flash you a dumbfounded smile. His physical appearance let you know that he had too much to drink. In short, he was boozed.

“Newt,” You scurried towards the man that you once loved, noticing the empty shot glasses in front of him. “I told you to be careful!” Your gaze was filled with fret, being obvious that you still cared for him. You still did. You always would.

“It’s o-okay, m-my house is just a ten minute walk from he-here.” He reminded you with a slur in his voice. He never wanted to just apparate from his brother’s home to his. He has always preferred walking, but that was when you two were still together. “Would you walk with me and give me some love, my dearest and loveliest (Y/N)?”

“Uhm, what?”

“Give me love like never before, because even after all this time, I still feel the same for you.”

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➳ 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 家族 | Tanjiro x reader

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sometimes i wonder if you were to exist in this cruel world,

if someone like you do exist.

someone out there would validate your existence.

i wouldn’t hesitate to give you my all,

my everything,

because you deserve so much and to be completely honest?

I might not be enough.

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I want to be lost alongside you, where we can laugh our problems away, where we don’t think of anything else aside from the way we bask in each other’s comforting presence.

We could live in a small hut, a cabin, or a tree house up in the wild. everywhere, anywhere.

I couldn’t care less.

I just want a humble home where i could go home in after a tiring day of work.

I could pluck the vegetables from our fields, which we’ve plowed all day long three months ago.

“Welcome back.”

“Good morning.”

Your voice, it sounds slightly rasp and worn.

Your morning voice, I always like it.

“Good morning.” I’ll greet back with a same smile. You’ll drew me closer before pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead, this made my poor heart swoon and thump loudly against my chest.

You’ll come up to me excitedly as I was busy watering the flowers in our front yard.

I was confused when you stretch out your hands to me, an excited grin won’t leave your lips as you slowly open your palms to reveal a tiny chick, it chirped slightly as though it was confused.

I was beyond surprised he managed to snatch it away from its mother. Well, I’m glad he isn’t hurt or something.

It was a moment of nothing but pure happiness and ecstasy all combined when I heard you let out that one single word:

家族 - kazoku

Sometimes I’ll caught his distant gaze on a small baby clad in her mother’s arms, to the way he’ll find the kids running around amusing that he’ll let out a gentle laugh.

His eyes will always shine like no other.

No wonder this man wants to start his own family some day too.

一And the simple thought indeed makes me anticipate everything that could happen.

Can you imagine? A family with a person so kind, generous, loving, considerate, gentle, that it almost seemed so out of this world.

Someone like him was just too good to be true, that seeing him existing was beyond words.

“What are you thinking?” I’ll ask him,

His eyes soon found mine, they held nothing but pure fondness and adoration一and they’re all directed to me.

He soon reached for my hand, intertwining it with his own.

“A family… with you.”

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