#and suddenly burst into tears and the only thought in my head the only explanation was simply 'nlm cbeeduo'

[demonpiratehuntress]

The Straw Hats realise they like you and confess

Featuring: Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Usopp x F!Reader

Warnings - angst to comfort (Zoro and Sanji). this is my first time writing for the anime, I'm still very new (only on episode 194) so please be nice, and let me know if they're ooc

ZORO

"He's avoiding me."

"He's not-"

"He can't stand to be in the same room as me."

Despite Nami's protests and reassurance, you were convinced that the green-haired swordsman was doing his utmost best to stay away from you. There was a distance between you two that hadn't been there until two days ago. Two days ago being the moment he realised he had feelings for you - unbeknownst to you.

"I'm sure there's an explanation-" Robin started.

"Well whatever it is, I don't want to hear it."

You were hurt. He had just stopped talking to you, stopped seeking you out for naps, and stopped being in your presence entirely. You don't even know what you did, and that hurt even more. You stood up from the table, brushing past the frozen swordsman as he entered the room. Tears evident in your eyes to all of them as they watched you go.

Why were you crying? Zoro was immediately concerned. He cared about you, after all, much more than anyone else on the crew. He hadn't realised that until he learned his feelings towards you were romantic, which is the reason for his distancing. He was, admittedly, scared by the fact that he liked you, and his defense mechanism of avoidance kicked in.

"What did you do now?" Nami practically growled at the swordsman.

"Me?" He protested. "I didn't do anything."

The orange-haired navigator rolled her eyes, "You're an idiot. You're avoiding her, and it's making her think you suddenly hate her."

Zoro's mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he didn't know what. You thought he hated you? That couldn't be further from the truth. He, the man who had your favourite colour, favourite food, and favourite everything committed to memory, he who knew your birthday better than his own, he who looked through every store on island stops to find something you would like, could never hate you.

But, he supposes avoiding you might have sent the wrong message.

The next day is pretty much the same, with you being in the room and Zoro not. You sighed and buried your face in your arms, just as the swordsman walked in. This time, he didn't leave.

"(Name)."

You looked up, surprised to hear him saying your name. Then you frowned, and dropped your head onto your arms again. You weren't in the mood to deal with him right now.

"I'm...sorry," he got out, a little slow but he managed. "Please look at me."

You sighed again before lifting your head, "What?"

You froze in place, seeing a familiar flower being held out to you. The green-haired swordsman had a bright blush on his face, but he had his head turned as he offered your favourite flower to you, probably too embarrassed about blushing to look at you. You took the flower gently, your own blush forming on your cheeks.

"I like you."

You were stunned for a moment, before your burst into laughter. His eyes widened, his blush darkening as he frowned at you.

"What-what's so funny?!"

"You're adorable."

"I AM NOT ADORABLE!"

The rest of you laughed as he grumbled and hastily trudged off, and you smiled as you looked at the flower in your hand.

"I like you too."

SANJI

It was a well known fact that Sanji was a massive flirt. Everyone knew about the cook's flirtatious antics, because he got heart-eyed over every woman he saw and everyone had witnessed it at some point. Even Nami and Robin were victim to his advances. But you, for some reason, were not. And it was confusing, to say the least, but it also sparked a deep insecurity.

Were you not pretty enough?

Little did you know, Sanji's aversion to flirting with you was only because every time he tried to say something to you, his tongue would tie itself up into a knot. He would not be able to get a word out, and would just end up looking like an idiot. He didn't want to give Zoro more ammunition. Because even looking at you sent all the thoughts in his head flying out, made his heart beat faster than he thought possible, and stole the breath from his lungs. He couldn't look at you without feeling faint.

"Why am I so unattractive?" You groaned one day, flopping down on the kitchen counter while he was cooking.

His eyes widened at your words, because there was simply no way you really thought you were ugly. He stared at you for a moment, and set down what he was holding to come over to you.

"You're not unattractive."

You scoffed, sitting up to look at him, "Please, you should be the last one to tell me that."

Before he could say anything, your eyes filled with tears and you retreated to your room, leaving him feeling so guilty. So it was because of him you felt that way. He thought it would be more romantic if he didn't flirt with you like a common woman, but it seemed that only made you think you weren't worthy of his affections.

Sighing, he followed you and stopped in front of your room door. He tried calling your name, but you didn't respond. Then he began to call you by other names - sweetheart, love, darling, anything romantic he could think of.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," he leaned his forehead against the door, "And I'm sorry I made you feel like you aren't. But I just like you so much that you have me tongue-tied every time I set my eyes on you."

You slowly opened the door, "You like me? You have a weird way of showing it."

"I'm so sorry!" He apologised, falling to his knees and clasping his hands together, "Please forgive me! I promise to make you feel prettier than anything and anyone else in the world, my sweet (Name)."

He looked on the verge of tears, so you shook your head with a smile and grabbed his arm to make him stand.

"You're so lucky I like you too."

LUFFY

Lord help you. That's pretty much all that can be said. Because when Luffy develops feelings for you, he has absolutely no idea. He doesn't think much of the fact that he constantly wants to be around you, that he constantly wants your attention and that he suddenly shares his food with you. He's so oblivious that romance could smack him in the face and he still wouldn't know a thing about it. So, naturally, Nami and Sanji have to help him realise that what he feels for you is not the same as what he feels for the rest of the crew.

"Oi, (Name)!"

"Luffy, I-" Nami sighed. There was no point in trying to talk to the captain now, you had come into view and stolen his attention. He could simply not focus on anything but you.

You laughed as you came towards the pair, "Luffy. What did you do this time?"

He pouted, "Why do you always think I did something?"

"You're Luffy," you replied, "When are you not doing something?"

"I just wanted to show you this funny fruit!"

He held up a fruit that he had picked from one of the trees on this island, which did admittedly have a funny shape. He then proceeded to break the fruit in two, and gave you a half. Nami practically fainted. You took that half in shock, but upon closer examination you realised it was no ordinary fruit and you tossed it aside, jumping on Luffy.

"Luffy, spit it out!"

"Why?" He asked, mouth already full.

You groaned, and then slapped his cheek. He spit it all out, stunned by your slap and you sighed in relief that he hadn't swallowed any.

"Why did you hit me?" He asked. "I thought I was showing you that I like you. Do you not like me?"

Your eyes widened when he said this, and a deep blush crossed your cheeks, "I do like you, why do you think I was trying to get you to spit out that poisonous fruit?!"

"IT WAS POISONOUS?!"

USOPP

Pretty sure the only guy to react in a relatively normal way to liking you is this guy. He probably wouldn't notice at first, but he did realise it mid-battle. Some pirates jumped the ship, and his first instinct was to run until he saw you in trouble. You were fighting them off, but one grabbed you from behind and got you into a dangerous chokehold. The bravery to stand up for you that overcame him then was his first indication he had more than friendly feelings towards you.

"(Name), duck!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DUCK?!"

That's fair. You could barely talk, but you had managed to scream at him. The sharpshooter raised his shaky arms to take aim at the grinning scum that was hurting you, and without hesitating fired one of his exploding stars at him. You gasped and rolled away from the pirate, clutching your throat as you tried to inhale as much air as possible. Usopp rushed over to you, kneeling beside you as the rest of the pirates were dealt with by the others.

"Are you okay?" He asked, so concerned he was fussing over you, checking for any serious injuries and almost fainting when he saw one small cut on your neck. "You're not okay!"

"Hey, I'm fine," you rasped, "It's just a small scratch."

"CHOPPER! CHOPPER!" Usopp was already screaming for the reindeer.

Once you were treated - in other words, given a plaster for your tiny cut - you smacked Usopp on the back of his head, "Zoro and Sanji had much worse injuries, you know."

"W-well, I-I-" Usopp started stammering, his legs wobbling like they always did when he was scared or nervous. "I came down with this new disease, you know-" He rambled. "It's called 'i-like-you-osis' and it's very serious, you know."

You laughed as he took off on his shaky legs to hide after saying that, apparently too flustered by his own words to face you. You smiled and shook your head in dismay.

"I have the same disease, idiot."

[treysimp]

"I’m not sure how better to say this... do you want to make out on my couch?"

Part 4

GN!Reader x Pomefiore (Vil, Rook, Epel)

Smooching, implied mutual pining and suggestive themes, but nothing explicit. Reader is not physically described.

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I don't know how better to say this, but do you want to make out on my couch?

Vil bit his lip, shrugged, and then put his hand at the small of your back, dropping you into an elegant dip (or it would have been if you hadn’t yelped in fright). You clasped onto his neck for dear life, and to his credit, he did indeed grasp you firmer in response. 

Like a movie, Vill traced from the top of your ear to your chin, gently tipping your face towards his before pulling you into a ravishing and intense kiss. Your eyes slid shut as you felt yourself being slowly raised back to standing while Vil generously lavished you with slow and romantic kisses. 

You wondered if this could go on for hours, you would do anything for it to never stop. Vil’s kisses were unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You couldn’t help but think that all your dreams of this moment had underestimated him. Nothing could truly compare to his petal lips, his silk hair, and his perfect skin passing over yours softly as you exchanged sweet kisses. 

Finally parting, you both stood in silence. Vil held your face between his palms, eyes boring into yours. You suddenly felt shy, but you couldn't look away either. It was like you were hypnotized. It made you wonder how he could ever think there was anyone fairer than he. You certainly had never seen one who was… not even���

“I refuse, by the way,” Vil says suddenly, cutting through your dreamy reverie. His voice perfectly even and serious. You sputtered in confusion at the statement.

“...you refuse?” You repeated. He literally just kissed you? What does he possibly mean by that? 

“We are not going inside the hovel you call home.” He says snappily. 

You frowned, he’d been in Ramshackle before for a week during the training camp, it’s not like he hasn’t been inside before. 

“Well sorry for my ‘hovel’ but that's all I’ve got.” you snapped back, rolling your eyes. What in the world were you supposed to do about it?

Vil’s perfect face fell into a frown, finally releasing your cheeks from his grasp, brows knitting ever so slightly. 

“It seems there must be a misunderstanding. Must I spell it out for you?” He says with a huff, crossing his arms and tossing his head to the side, blowing away the hair that had fallen out of his braid from his eyes.

“Yes your majesty, I would appreciate it,” you said, putting your hand on your hip and giving him a confused glare. 

Really? What was his problem?

“As an actor, I am only worth as much as the stage I perform on,” he says, extending his hand in a smooth motion to follow each of his perfectly articulated syllables. 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Usually when I say that, the stage is a metaphor.” he continues, shaking one hand with a finger pointed to the sky while the other rests on his chin in a gesture to evoke thoughtfulness.

“Yep…” you had decided that he would probably be more upset if you didn’t respond to this weird interlude.

“But… in this case I… I…” he begins, eyes opening wide with intensity (perhaps a little too much, if you were honest).

“I will not have my first time intimately touching the love of my life anywhere that is less than gorgeous, Prefect! And that’s final!” Vil practically yelled, his perfect foundation no longer fully hiding the wild flush that had begun covering his complexion. His breathing was heavy, and his expression of frustration quickly turned to one of embarrassment.

Looking almost like he could burst into tears, Vil grabs your elbow and begins dragging you away from your hovel-adjacent mansion without explanation. 

“We will go to MY room, we will make out on MY couch, and I will ravish you so perfectly that you will never so much as look at another man with fondness without tonight having been so perfect that it immediately ruins your attraction to him as it forcibly comes to the front of your mind!” he finishes, words tumbling out of his painted mouth at light speed. Vil was pulling you even more enthusiastically than before as his shoes clicked on the cobblestones that lead you to the mirrors. 

You couldn’t help it, you burst into laughter. Vil stopped in his tracks, looking positively horrified. 

“Look, I… I’m not… You're...” he mumbles your name softly, and the pure tenderness of his voice has you immediately pulling him into a hug even though your shoulders are still quivering with laughter. 

“Vil… why didn’t you just say that in the first place? You can ravish me all you want.”

Ears turning red, Vil gives you a sharp nod as he tightens the embrace between the two of you. 

“I’m not going to let you forget you said that. I’m not going to forgive you for ruining my beauty sleep so easily.”

"I wouldn't have it any other way, beautiful," you say, shoulders sagging in relief.

“Oh? Mon trésor, do repeat that request?” 

You suddenly realized that you shouldn’t have turned your back to Rook when you felt one hand snake across your waist and the other brush behind your arm to grasp your chin. Startled but also more than a little excited at the close contact, you very much could hear each beat of your heart in your eardrums.

Hot breath fanned over your ear as you felt the skim of perfect teeth against your sensitive skin. Shivering excitedly, you stood perfectly still. Feeling as if you moved even slightly, took the smallest breath, or uttered the shortest syllable, the spell would be broken and he would disappear just as fast as he came into your life.

“You know, if you wanted to be caught by me, all you had to do was ask,” he murmured, each word tickling the baby hairs behind your ear.

The heat that crept up your neck was made of more than just embarrassment as you suddenly wondered if you did fall into a trap by asking this beautiful man inside of your house. The hand on your chin slowly turned your head to the side, and your eyes met with a sparkling crescent emerald green.

Feeling very much like every breath he took against your skin took away yours in turn, you closed your eyes for a moment. Feeling the thrill of him being so close and success being so close you could almost taste it. Building up your courage, you square your shoulders as you try to speak again.

“Is that a yes, Rook?” You ask. Your voice shook slightly more than you would have liked, but it certainly wasn’t from fear. 

“Ah, ma belle amie, I think you already know the answer.” He said, a soft kiss descending to the cheek you had tilted nearest to him.

The beats of your heart go into overdrive at the simple and relatively innocent act of affection, and this forceful kickstart to your brain finally enticed you to turn your head to him. 

Your eyes meet with one of the smuggest expressions you have ever seen in your life. You wanted to wipe it off of him.

“I suppose you’re right.” You say, taking the opportunity to surprise him for once by planting a passionate kiss onto the lips of the stupid, dumb, frustrating, incredibly hot, hunter.

With a soft hum, he reciprocates your kiss. A single strand falls loose from his ponytail and brushes past your cheek in a ticklish wave. The kisses are slow, soft, and so very tender. The romance that everyone wishes for when they dream of kissing the object of their affection for the first time.

Separating with a sigh, Rook’s cheeks are alight with a scarlet splash. “Oh! Mon amour! You do truly know how to stir the fondest fantasies of my heart.” He said, squeezing you ever closer. The embrace made you wonder if mice were this happy with the cheese they found before the trap clapped shut.

“… Rook.”

“Yes, my darling?”

“Can we go inside?”

Without a hint of embarrassment at being asked to let go, Rook loosens his arms to allow you to open the door you had been holding onto for the past couple of minutes. 

Without skipping a beat, Rook places his hand at the small of your waist and ushers you inside, closing the door softly behind you both. You are escorted forward through the living room until you sit on the couch. However, rather than sit beside you, Rook kneels on the ground.

“Ma lune, mes étoiles-!” He begins, holding your hands in between one of his, the other elegantly removing his baseball cap with a flourish and holding it to his chest. 

“Do you dare grant my fondest wish?”

You breathed in deeply, preparing yourself for what he may have cooked up in his french-speaking, romance-novel-infested brain.

“And what would that be, Rook?”

“For me to make a mess of you, my dear.”

You inhaled sharply, looking for any hint of a lie or facade in his glimmering emerald eyes. 

Maybe you were just naive, but no matter how hard you searched each curve of his elegant face, you could never find anything that ever so much as hinted at deceit. 

Well, you were down too bad to stop at this point anyway.

“I’m not convinced you’ve ever made a mess in your life, Rook.”

“Ohoho, well then ma cherie! Allow me the pleasure of surprising you.” throwing his hat into the air with an unnecessarily complex hand motion, Rook rises from his knees and uses his arms to box you in. 

As he descends onto you with the promise of more, you can’t feel even a trace of regret at letting this hunter into your den. For better, or for worse.

(Link to the smutty conclusion of Rook's story: for both AFAB! and AMAB! readers)

“…this isn’t fair.”

You spun around sharply to make eye contact with Epel, his arms crossed and his face screwed into a frown.

“Am I really supposed to believe that? That all my dreams would just come true suddenly? Who do you take me for? Did someone put you up to this?” Epel’s lavender hair falls into his eyes and his foot taps incessantly to the same rhythm that his eyes are rapidly darting between your face and the wall. Your heart falls while you look at him.

“Epel..” you say with a sign, pinching your nose in agitation. Was he this stupid? 

“What reason could I possibly be lying to you? What do I possibly have to gain?” you cross your arms haughtily, mirroring his body language. 

Epel is still frowning, but his eyebrows seemed to soften just a bit. 

“I don’t know! I just don’t… This isn’t…” he falters, seemingly deflating in front of you. 

You decided that the best bet is just to start your question again, “...Epel, you are gorgeous and I am trying to come on to you. Will you make out with me?”

For once the little country boy was speechless. His huge soft eyes were wide and his hand drifted to his mouth to cover his gaping mouth. 

It seems like at least some of Vil’s lessons in being demure had paid off, you supposed.

Finally pulling himself together enough to speak, he starts trying to argue again. “Y-you can’t tease me like..” he began in a sputter, but you immediately cut him off.

“Epel, if you want to say no do it! But just… look, I’m really…” your eyes were burning. How frustrating! What were you supposed to do? He wouldn’t believe you!

“No! I am-! I do!” Epel's face lit a bright ruby as he grabbed you by the shoulders, shining blue eyes boring into yours. After a pause that felt like a lifetime, he finally rushed himself towards you, teeth clattering against your own in his haste.

Your incisor felt like hell, but you quickly were convinced to forget. Epel’s kisses were hungry, aggressive, and wild. You were overwhelmed by the pure emotion of it all, of the desperate push and pull of his body as he did everything in his power to try and convey exactly how he was feeling. After a pregnant pause, Epel separates from you in a huff, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, clearly trying to hide his face from view.

“Ya can’t… ya can’t just…” Epel was panting, his hands trembled, and his face was painted with a beautiful flush. 

“…this is so unfair.” He finished, hands grabbing at your clothing to grope at every piece of skin he could get his hands on. 

You were immediately pushed up against the door from the surprising strength of his frail-appearing body, but you couldn’t stop your mouth curving into a grin as you watched Epel try and fail to unbutton your collar. 

Looking up at you with a glare, Epel finally just pulled your shirt hard enough that the button just popped off.

“Hey! I don’t have that many shirts, you know!” you said, trying to sound offended. He was cute when he was being bratty, but you didn’t want to encourage him. 

“Quit complainin’!” he huffed, successfully opening your shirt further without needing to pop more stitches. Looking up to your face with a mischievous grin, Epel chooses to kiss your neck sweetly. Making you almost forget that you were mad… almost.

“Epel…” you whine quietly, you were sure he was leaving marks. He was biting your skin hard, firmly laving his tongue against every blooming purple mark once completed. Looking very satisfied with himself, he started on the other side. 

“Don’t worry…” a sigh, a bite, a snicker “I have good concealer, y’know?” he says with another hearty laugh, seeming to get a kick out of the idea that the no-doubt expensive makeup was being wasted on covering up the marks that he was making on you. The marks that proved it was him that you wanted. He almost felt high on the validation. 

“...Epel… do you…” God, it was hard to talk when he kept playfully nipping at your windpipe. 

“Do you want to actually get on the couch?” you finished, misty eyes staring at him as the moonlight made him look almost like an angel. If it weren’t for the devious look on his face, that is.

“No…” he said softly, pressing you further into the wood planks of your front door, ever more firm, ever more persistent.

“I want you right here.” 

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Oh man I really enjoyed this chapter. I feel like the more I write for twst the ever harder it becomes to tell which boys are even my favorite anymore, I just love them all so much.

As always, let me know who you want to see next and tell me if there are any ideas you want to share. Survey said yes on the spicy continuations so I may do a new fic post for those that includes these introductions and picks up where they left off. (I'm coming for you Floyd)

Love you, reader! Thank you everyone that told me happy birthday yesterday!

[whumpacabra]

Tea

Angst, referenced therapy, referenced nightmares, referenced scars, referenced past trauma

[Concurrent to Session #15]

It was that time in spring when it was cool enough for a jumper outside, but too hot to sit in a car in the sun. Nathan cracked open the car window and his book. He would say one thing about driving East to these weekly sessions - it gave him plenty of time to get caught up on his reading.

Or at least, it normally did. His phone started ringing just as he got settled in. Nathan was worried at first - he was always worried about his wards - but seeing the caller ID had something bitter creep up his throat.

“Jackson. How have you been?” He was too polite to start chewing him out right off the bat.

As much as he wanted to.

“I’m well, just wrapping up some loose ends. How’s East?” Jackson sounded…fine. Nonchalant and relaxed. As though he didn’t leave Nathan in charge of a man with a fabricated record, no background to speak of, and enough trauma to need weekly therapy sessions for months at a time.

“John. What the fuck were you thinking?” Nathan dropped his voice low, a furtive glance around the empty parking lot as though someone might overhear. “You shouldn’t have brought him here - I do not have the training to be an on-call psychiatric nurse.”

“I know - I know.” Jackson was almost audibly cringing. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair to drop…all that on you so suddenly.”

“It wasn’t... God, Jackson, you - I mean, you told me what to expect but…Christ.”

“That bad?”

“At the start. Like a goddamn robot, never left his room, always seemed a stern look away from bursting into tears.” Nathan sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Not exactly easy to pass off as a guy with assault charges who just got out on good behavior. I’m not sure any of the boys really bought that story.”

“Records are easier to fake than the experience, I guess.” Jackson sighed ruefully, an apology in his voice. “Have they been…how’s he doing with them?”

“Took a bit but he seems to have warmed up to a few. Al and Tierney took him out to the pub the other night.”

“A pub? He - that’s, that sounds like he’s doing a hell of a lot better than he was when I dropped him off.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” He winced even as the words left his lips - it was a bit cruel, but it was true. Jackson had really dropped off the face of the earth for the last few months. God, what Nathan wouldn’t give to be having this conversation in person. “Therapy has been helping - seems to be at least.”

“Good - good, I guess…I was worried he…I’m glad it’s working out.”

“Me too.” Nathan hummed, brow furrowed in thought. “Why call me now?”

“Well, if my time zones are correct he’s in a session right now - ”

“No, why are you checking in now? It’s been almost four fucking months Jackson.”

“I know - I know, I’m sorry - I’m on a plane home in…seven hours.” There was a rustle of paperwork on the other side of the line. Nathan could practically see Jackson dance around the question - evading explanation for what he could only hope was a damn good reason. “I was - I was actually wondering if I’d be able to meet with him in person, when I got back.”

“…sure. I’ll have to check his work schedule. Is this the kind of thing where I should give him a heads up or…if this more of a business visit?”

“Christ - no, nothing like that. By all means tell him I’ll be back in town and want to see him. I was thinking lunch maybe - if you, as his supervisor, give him permission.”

“I’ll consider it.” Nathan chuckled, sighing into the phone. “But John?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re even. Once he’s out of the program he’s on his own and I don’t want you to ask me to do something like this again.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, Nathan.”

“I know you are.” He hung up, pressing his forehead to the sun warmed steering wheel.

What he wouldn’t give for this to be normal - for East to be a normal probation case with a normal life to go back to. A normal felon with a normal support network or lack thereof that Nathan knew how to navigate, how to help. But East was so far from normal; no protocol or training or prior experience prepared Nathan for the desperate wreck of a man he had met all those months ago.

He hoped he had done everything right. He hoped Jackson wouldn’t fuck up what he had done right. He hoped he could forget about all this, the late night nightmares and the scars glimpsed under sleeves and the eyes that watched him with the expectation of pain. But Nathan knew he would be worrying about the poor bastard until the day he died, no matter where he ended up.

(All he could hope was that whatever Jackson had in mind, it was somewhere safe and quiet. Somewhere with black coffee and morning runs and good friends. Christ knew East deserved it.)

[Before The Target]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

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"Choose your last words wisely," the villain sneered at the hero kneeling at their feet.

The hero shakily lifted their head to meet the villain's piercing gaze. "I love you. I'm still in love with you," they whispered, voice trembling, laced with sadness. "Even after all of this, I love you. No matter what we became in the end."

The villain froze, their icy glare faltering.

I love you.

The three words were so simple, so common — yet how long had it been since the villain had last heard them? It felt as if it were never.

I love you.

They couldn't remember hearing the phrase addressed to them at all since...since they were a child. Since the hero of all people had said it to them.

I will love you forever. The hero had lied. I'll never leave you.

Lies. It was all lies. Lies mixed with truths, as the villain themselves had taught them — the best lies were always mixed with truths.

A burst of pain coursed through the villain at the memories suddenly flooding back to them, overwhelming their coherent thoughts. They shook their head in a pathetic attempt to regain control of their mind, trying to rearrange them into some form of order if not rid themselves of them entirely.

The hero... the hero had never left them, so to speak. They may have become enemies, but they had never left — never broken their promise.

But if after all these years...

If the only lie had been the hatred between them...

The villain closed their eyes, inhaling deeply. No. It couldn't be true. No matter what the hero said. No matter what they felt, the hero didn't feel the same. The hero didn't love them — they weren't in love with them anymore.

After all, the hero was a hero. No hero would ever love a villain. And no person in this world would love them. The hero must have known — somehow — that they still loved them — that was the only plausible explanation. They must have sensed the dread, the fear consuming the villain afraid of hearing the words that would bring them to their ruin.

After all, who could ever love them?

I love you.

The words persisted in circling the villain's mind. They were carelessly thrown around constantly, but the villain knew that this time they rang true.

And to the villain... to them, it was all that mattered.

"Get up," the villain hissed, pulling the hero to their feet.

The hero stared at them, confusion evident on their face. "What are..." they began, looking cautiously at the villain. "Go." "What are you doing? You called your... your cadre... already. You called supervillain. They'll kill you for this. You told them you have me, and you do, so I don't see why you would-" "I told you to leave."

The hero shook their head adamantly, glaring at the villain. "I'm not leaving you here to your death." "I'll tell them you escaped. Just leave. Please," the villain pleaded, a single tear slipping down their muddy cheek. "Please."

The hero sighed, glancing at the villain before slowly stepping away. The villain shed another tear, hurriedly wiping it away and turning around. They paused, their gaze fixed on the villain's cloaked figure amongst the ruins the two had created. They tentatively stepped towards the villain, staying as silent as possible, trying not to shift the rubble at their feet.

They crept slowly towards the villain with otherworldly stealth, wrapping their hands around the villain's waist, causing them to spin around. The hero held the villain's battered face gently, tilting their head up to look at them. "I will love you forever. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, and for the rest of my life, and mean it always. No matter what end we come to, I will love you."

The villain smiled softly, their cheeks dusted a light pink. "And I, you." Their voice was raw with emotion, barely able to be heard, but it was genuine.

The hero smiled, leaning down and kissing the villain's lips softly, their hands dropping down to the villain's waist to pull them flush against their body. The villain twined their arms around the hero, a loving smile on their face when the hero pulled away, their eyes slowly fluttering open to see the hero looking intently at their face, as if trying to remember every detail.

The hero once again cupped the villain's face, lightly tracing over the curve of their lips. They met the villain's gaze, once cold now filled with nothing but love and adoration.

"Come with me," the hero said, breaking the silence. The villain stared up at them sadly, shaking their head causing their hair to fall over their eyes. The hero huffed a laugh, brushing it out of their eyes.

The villain bit their lip, blinking back tears. "We can't."

"I know that. I just hoped that maybe..." the hero roughly wiped a tear from their eyes. "I'll come back for you. Someday I'll come back for you."

The villain smiled softly, pulling out of the hero's grasp, pushing them towards the forest. The hero nodded, opening their mouth to say something before changing their mind and disappearing into the night.

"If only you'd be able to find me," the villain murmured, tears now freely streaming down their cheeks.

They stared numbly at the dagger they'd previously held at the hero's throat. The hero's blood had dried on the scratched blade.They turned it over in their hand, examining it, before glancing up to the place on the border of the forest where the hero had disappeared from sight.

"Goodbye, my love," the villain whispered. "It was... I loved loving you, no matter the devastation it caused."

I love you.

And they drove the dagger clean through their heart.

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Dreamlight Adventures: Book 3 Part 5

@chillwildwave @uva124 @oh-shtars @signed-sapphire

LATER…

Phoenix was collapsed over a bench in an isolated park overlooking Cokhavinia, weeping bitterly over what had transpired. She had just arrived in the city, and Lady Elwyn was coming to greet her at the gate, but Phoenix had sped away, looking for a place to be alone. Lady Elwyn was surprised at this, and some of the guards were about to pursue, but Lady Elwyn stopped them, perceiving that Phoenix was grieved.

Now here she was, devastated by the loss of her dearest friend and Lover. She was grateful for Yaron’s choice in saving her, but the loss cut her deeply. She sobbed, “Oh Yaron!”

Suddenly, she felt someone gently lift her arms and face up onto their lap and groan in sympathy, “My dear Phoenix.”

Phoenix gasped as she recognized that voice. She looked up in shock and saw the High King sitting on the bench! He gazed at her with sad eyes, also grieved at the loss of His Son. She burst, “My High King!!”

The High King placed His hand on her cheek and rubbed it gently as He stated, “I’m here, My dear child. I’m here.”

Phoenix looked away in utter sadness as she continued to sob. “I’m so sorry, My Tsarba! I couldn’t do anything to—”

The High King hushed Phoenix and coaxed her into a gentle embrace with His wings. “My Phoenix, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” He bowed His head as He added, “It was the only way to save you from the Forgotten’s destruction. I knew this; My Son knew this, and the plan was set in motion the moment you chose to trust His plan for the Forgotten’s defeat, rather than Merlin’s.”

Phoenix remembered that. She knew that her villagers wouldn’t be able to fight the Forgotten if she left, which was Merlin’s idea, so she chose Yaron’s plan of defeating the Forgotten, which mainly had her trusting Him and staying in the Valley. Though, she had no idea that it would’ve come to this! She stated in a broken voice, “I…Yaron—I had no idea it would have come to this act.” Fresh tears fell as she mourned, “He said He loved me too much to lose me…so I let Him love me, just like Lady Elwyn said. I…” Her words began to get jumbled in her brain, and she couldn’t say any more.

The High King nodded in affirmation. “Lady Elwyn was wise to tell you this. My Son does love you like that, and He’s given you freedom from the Forgotten’s clutches with this act.”

Phoenix sniffled a bit before saying, “I love Him too, Tsarba, and I want to thank Him so badly…” her crying intensified as she blurted, “But He’s gone!!”

The High King groaned as He held her tightly, letting her pour out her grief in silence.

About fifteen minutes passed before Phoenix’ crying began to subside and her muscles began to relax from the tension she felt from her grief. The High King rubbed her shoulders gently, coaxing her to relax further in His embrace as He stated quietly, “Your villagers are worried about you, My dear child.”

Phoenix knew that. She had just bolted away from them with no explanation. However, she didn’t feel like explaining what had happened to her entire Village. “I…want some time alone.” She entreated, “I…I want to stay here, away from my Village for now. Will You please allow me to do that?”

The King looked at her softly and answered, “I will, dear child.” He then caught sight of three people entering the park where they sat, and He tapped her shoulder blades as He added, “Under one small condition: You let them minister to your grief.”

Phoenix straightened from the High King’s embrace and turned to see Aster, Asha, and Lady Elwyn standing nearby with deep concern on their faces. Phoenix colored a little at having run from them specifically, but now that they were here, she found herself wanting their comfort.

After some thought, Phoenix breathed deeply and turned to the High King. “I accept those terms, my King.”

The High King nodded in approval and urged her forward before disappearing from view. She arose from the bench and walked sheepishly towards her friends. She started, “Guys…I—”

She didn’t have time to finish before Asha pulled her into a crushing embrace, saying softly, “Don’t you dare apologize. We know.”

Phoenix fought herself not to start crying again before Aster joined in on the hug. He stated with emotion, “We’re here for you, dear friend. You just say the word, and we’ll be here!”

Lady Elwyn also joined in and caused a soft magic to swirl around the embrace as she declared, “Cokhavinia will always serve as the place you can come and find refuge, my friend. We are forever your Valley’s ally.”

Phoenix’ spirits began to lift with their encouraging statements, and she relaxed a little in their hold. She answered in a whisper, “Thanks, you guys.”

THE FOLLOWING NIGHT…

Phoenix lay restlessly on her bed in Lady Elwyn’s castle, still unable to sleep. The previous night was still all too fresh in her mind, and she remained heart-sore. Lady Elwyn had offered her to stay in her palace for as long as she needed, and Phoenix had readily agreed. As much as she loved her villagers, she just wasn’t ready to have all of their attention poured into her from this pain. However, she was grateful that Aster and Asha were here in Cokhavinia to comfort her in the time she’d spend in the Star City. Though, she still sighed despondently and wondered to herself, “How can I move on from this?! How can I continue ruling the Valley without Yaron?!”

Suddenly, a strange humming sound came from outside her window. Phoenix sat up from her bed and moved the curtains aside to see what was making that sound. “Who’s doing work at this hour?”

GASP!!!

Phoenix’ eyes widened at what she saw. The humming wasn’t coming from someone doing late-night work; it was coming from the strange wind that had carried the High King’s voice and song to her and Yaron the day before! Only this time, it was swirling sparkles and mist around to form a large, ethereal lion with six wings! Phoenix quickly dressed before opening her windows to get a better look. “It’s…the High King’s Magic!!”

When the Lion saw He had her attention, He made a low growl as He walked on air closer to her. Phoenix cautiously put her hand out to Him, and the lion’s eyes flashed brightly before placing His misty face against her hand, purring deeply.

Phoenix relaxed a bit at this but was still confused on the Magic’s arrival. “What could this mean?” She removed her hand from the Lion’s face and, being careful not to alert anyone nearby, asked quietly, “Why are You here? What’s happened?”

The Lion rumbled in His throat before turning His side to her, offering her a ride to someplace.

Phoenix blinked in surprise at the implied request. “You…want me to come with You somewhere?” The Lion made a slow nod, and Phoenix gestured to her door before asking, “Shouldn’t I let the others know?”

The Lion roared a bit before flicking His right wings towards her, urging her to do as He urged.

Phoenix understood. “You want me to come now.” He nodded, and Phoenix exhaled nervously as she slowly climbed onto the Lion’s back, just in front of His wing joints. Once on, she gently grasped parts of His misty mane and stated, “Alright, where do you want to take me?”

The Lion didn’t answer. Instead, He shot up into the air and zoomed out of Cokhavinia with impressive speed. Phoenix tightened her hold onto the Lion’s mane. “This feels about as fast as when Yaron took me to the In-Between Realm!” The Lion darted around asteroids and sped past comets with incredible precision, and Phoenix couldn’t help but wonder, “What could the High King’s Magic want to show me at this hour?” When she noticed that they were getting closer to her realm, her confusion grew. “Why are we going back to Dreamlight Valley?”

The vast expanse of space slowly faded into the background, as the Lion reentered Dreamlight Valley’s atmosphere. Dawn was beginning, brightening the night sky and shining a faint, pink hue over the ocean. He slowed down considerably as He soared quietly above Dazzle Beach and Peaceful Meadows before veering towards the left…close to where the Forgotten Lands stood. However, as they drew closer to those Lands, Phoenix gasped. “What?!”

The Forgotten Lands had undergone a mysterious but dramatic change! No longer were there dark trees or an imposing atmosphere; now the trees were bedazzled and bright, made of every mineral Phoenix had ever encountered, the grass shined like gold, and bright aura shined up and out of the biome, thus giving off a slight light in the twilight. Phoenix recognized this look. “This is what Yaron showed me when He told me about the Glistening Lands!!”

The Lion dipped down towards the new Lands until He landed at its borders. Phoenix dismounted and looked around in awe at how the Forgotten Lands had changed. Sparkles were coming off of the trunks of the trees, the gnarled branches were straightened, and the animals that were awake at this time looked more vibrant and lively than before.

Phoenix gushed, “This…this is beautiful!” She turned to the Lion and asked, “But…why did You bring me here?” She turned back to the scenery and swept her arms out, “And how did this happen?!”

The Lion made a low roar before nudging her forward with His snout, as if urging her to go find out for herself.

Phoenix was confused. “Is there something more here I need to see?”

The Lion nudged her forward again with a bit more force than before.

A slight chuckle escaped her lips at His insistence; she knew better than to argue with the High King’s Magic. So, with a deep breath, Phoenix began to wander around the new Lands, scanning her surroundings for anything that the Lion wanted her to see. “I’m…not sure what I’m looking for here, but I know the High King’s Magic wouldn’t have brought me here for no reason.” She hummed to herself. “What could be here?”

She was concentrating so hard on her surroundings that she didn’t see that she was walking towards an exposed tree root. Her foot caught onto it, and she flailed her arms out with a yelp, trying to stop herself from falling over.

Suddenly, strong hands caught her arms, causing her to fall up against them in an awkward embrace. The stranger chuckled, “Easy, Phoenix! I gotchya.”

Phoenix straightened once she regained her bearings and looked up at her rescuer. He was wearing a large, white cloak and a hood that obscured bits of his face from view. She stuttered in apology, “I’m so sorry, sir. I was just trying to look for—”

The stranger laughed. “No need to apologize, my friend. You’re up quite early!”

Phoenix smiled sheepishly. “Well…it’s a long story. I was brought here to see something important, but after wandering around for a bit, I’m still no closer to understanding exactly what I’m here to see.” She gestured to their surroundings before adding, “other than drastic change the Forgotten Lands underwent.”

The stranger hummed in understanding. “I think I may be able to help with that, my friend.” Phoenix looked at him expectantly, and he slowly removed his hood, revealing a very familiar face. “You’re looking for Me.”

Phoenix nearly staggered to the ground when she saw the stranger’s face. She put her hand to her mouth in shock as her eyes welled up with tears. She stretched her other hand out to His face tentatively as she stuttered, “Y…Yaron? Is that…”

Yaron smiled softly and placed her hand against His face, showing that He was really there. Placing His own hand on her cheek, He answered, “Yes, Phoenix. It’s really Me.”

Phoenix sputtered in astonishment as she felt Yaron’s warm touch against her face. “It…really is HIM!! He’s alive!!” With a burst of excitement, she threw her arms around Yaron’s neck and began laughing and crying at the same time. “Yaron!!” She shouted, “You’re okay!!”

Yaron laughed outright as He received her embrace tightly and spun her around with equal joy. Hearing her crying, He stretched His wings out from under His cloak and enfolded them around her before sighing gustily, “Oh My love!”

Phoenix leaned her head against His chest and held onto Yaron tightly with no intention of letting go. A million questions filled her mind, and she burst, “But the red Night Thorns! The pocket realm’s destruction! How?!”

Yaron rubbed her shoulders calmly, “There was one thing the Forgotten hadn’t considered in her spell—The Laws of the Realms.”

Phoenix looked up in confusion. “But…didn’t they state my destruction because of her existence?”

Yaron affirmed before revealing, “It also states that when a willing, pure victim takes the place of another in a fatal spell and has run cold at final breath, the spell is undone.” He gestured to their surroundings in triumph. “It’s a Law so powerful that it even reversed the Forgotten’s spell on this place.”

Phoenix then noticed something different about Yaron. A scar ran down His face, and His wrists appeared scarred as well. Furrowing her brow in concern, she touched His cheek. “Your face!” Seeing His wrists, she amended, “Your wrists!”

Yaron took her hand in His and calmed her. “It’s alright, Phoenix. They are from the red Night Thorns, but they are no more.”

Phoenix relaxed at bit at His comfort before embracing Him again. Yaron received her gladly, and she said gustily, “Thank You.”

Yaron smiled broadly as He placed His hand on her head. “You are welcome, My love.”

A few minutes of bliss passed between them as each of them rested in each other’s presence. Dawn was nearly in full swing, giving the now Glistening Lands an orange and pink hue, and more creatures emerged from their earthen and wooded homes to greet the new day.

Phoenix then remembered something. When they separated, she cried excitedly, “Aster and Asha! They’re still in Cokhavinia! We gotta go give them the news!!”

Yaron chuckled at her enthusiasm before responding, “We will, My dear, but first…” He offered His arm to her and asked, “Shall we not start the day with a breakfast at our island?”

Phoenix couldn’t help but laugh outright at the request. Hooking her arm around His, she answered emphatically, “I would love too, Yaron!” Yaron smiled in approval and led her out of the Glistening Lands and towards Dazzle Beach.

As they walked, Phoenix noticed that Yaron wasn’t putting His disguise back on, even though they were walking in the midst of the Valley! Confused, she asked, “Yaron, You don’t have Your disguised form up. Why is that?”

Yaron turned to her with a twinkle in His eye before revealing, “The time of disguise ended when the Forgotten’s pocket realm was destroyed.” He then wondered aloud, “I wonder what the villagers’ reaction will be once they find out who I really am.”

Phoenix giggled. “After being one of the only ones who knew that Yaron was the High Prince, I’m curious about that myself!”

They reached the Beach undetected, since most villagers were still asleep at this hour. They sailed off on their canoe like normal and eventually docked on their island. Yaron then led Phoenix to their normal spot on the flat rocks and created their picnic with a flourish of His magic.

Phoenix gasped lightly as she perceived a greater intensity in His magic than on other mornings. As they sat down, she remarked, “That was bigger than normal.”

Yaron smirked mysteriously, “Today is a special day, My dear.”

Phoenix couldn’t argue with that. She gazed at the spread before them and hummed in thought. “I think I have a bit more of that Gooseberry Punch left…” She waved her hands for a moment and manifested a carafe of the punch and handed it to Yaron. He looked at her quizzically, and she revealed sheepishly, “I…had some still left over from the last time. You make all of this food all the time and—"

Yaron smiled kindly and received the carafe. Placing towards the middle of the spread, He stated, “I enjoy doing this, My dear.” He then gestured to the carafe before adding, But, I’m glad you do have more of this punch, Phoenix. I really enjoyed it the last time!” Phoenix chuckled a little, and the two of them started eating.

As they did, Phoenix caught sight of a small box wedged in between two of the dishes. It was smaller than her palm and was clamped shut by a winged clasp in the middle. Perplexed, Phoenix freed it from the dishes and showed Yaron. “Yaron, what’s this?”

Yaron looked at what she’d found and hid a smile. “Perhaps you should find out, Phoenix.”

Phoenix tilted her head at the mysterious tone Yaron was using. “What is He planning?” She unclipped the clasp and slowly opened the box until she saw what was propped up inside. She gasped in shock. “It’s…a diamond ring!!” Phoenix looked up at Yaron with wide eyes. “Is Yaron doing what I think He’s doing?!”

Yaron saw her reaction and took her right hand in His before declaring, “Dear Phoenix, from the moment I arrived in your Valley, I sought to win your heart, because I loved you more than you realized. You told Me once that I had indeed succeeded in that venture, so I wish to ask you this…” He caused the ring to levitate out of the box and float just in front of Phoenix right hand. “Phoenix of Dreamlight Valley, will you marry Me?”

Phoenix heart skipped a beat. “He IS proposing!!” Without a second thought, Phoenix shouted her answer, “Yes, Yaron! A thousand times yes!!”

Yaron beamed excitedly as He placed the ring on her finger. He stretched His wings and arms to Phoenix in invitation, and she accepted the embrace gladly. Phoenix’ heart was all in a flutter with how elated she was over everything that had happened that morning. “My High Prince returns from dead, and now He’s going to marry me!!” She rested her head on His shoulder in contentment. “Yaron was right; everything WOULD be alright…in the end.”

Right then, Yaron caught sight of two people riding down to the Valley on Nova-gryphs. He chuckled in recognition. “Looks like Aster and Asha realized you were gone.”

The two of them separated, and Phoenix turned around just in time to see the two of the land on Dazzle Beach and dismount their Nova-gryphs. A memory came to mind, and she laughed, “I seem to always get away from those two for one reason or another.”

The two of them arose from their picnic, and Yaron made it disappear with a wave of His hand before studying Asha and Aster’s path of travel, “Looks like they’re going up towards the Plaza.”

Phoenix groaned, “I bet they’re going to see if I’m at my house.”

Yaron looked at the position of the sun, which was in its full ascent, before revealing, “You know, most of the villagers should be up by now, and with Asha and Aster here now as well…” He offered His right arm and wing to Phoenix as He suggested, “Shall we bring the news to the Valley?” Phoenix nodded excitedly, and they sailed back to the Valley. When they walked off the dock, Phoenix suggested that they fly to the Plaza to avoid detection along the way. Yaron agreed, and they shot up into the air in their respective magics just as Moana exited her hut nearby.

As they soared above the Meadow and into the Plaza, Phoenix caught sight of Asha and Aster standing at her door in bewilderment. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “This feels like a game of hide-and-seek!”

Yaron and Phoenix soon landed in front of the Dreamlight Well, which gave them a holistic view of the Plaza. True to Yaron’s instincts, most of the villagers were awake and were beginning to start their day.

Aster and Asha were the first to notice their arrival. When they saw Yaron with Phoenix, they shouted in astonishment and rushed towards them, calling their names as they did.

Phoenix turned around just in time to receive Asha’s crushing embrace. Asha exclaimed, “Oh Phoenix! You really have a habit of disappearing from us without a word!”

Phoenix laughed loudly as they separated. “Yeah…not sure I can do much about that.”

Aster made his way to Yaron and embraced Him firmly. He stuttered, “The…High King told us You were dead!”

As they separated, Yaron answered, “I was…for a time. It’s a long story, but let’s just say the Laws of the Realms will not allow an innocent, willing victim to stay dead forever.”

Phoenix then tapped His shoulder. “Uh, Yaron? I think we’ve got everyone’s attention.”

Yaron looked up and saw many villagers gathering around them, whispering amongst themselves in confusion and speculation.

Merlin, who was in the crowd, moved to the front to meet Phoenix and Yaron. “My, my!” He started, “It seems the past day and a half has held a whirlwind of activity for you two and Asha and Aster! Even the High King came down to the Valley for some reason!”

Phoenix nodded with a glance at Yaron. “Yes, the past few days have been quite eventful.” She then addressed Yaron, “Did You want to tell them?”

Yaron winked, “Let us spit the responsibility, My love.”

Phoenix agreed and walked forward to address the villagers. “My friends! Many of you know that I and Yaron have sought to rid our Valley of the Forgotten once and for all over the past week or so.” The villagers nodded in affirmation, and Phoenix continued, “About a day and a half ago, Yaron, myself, Asha and Aster went into the Forgotten’s pocket realm and foiled her plans to expand her Dark Valley past our Realm and remove me from existence. Now, she and her pocket realm are gone for good!” The villagers cheered loudly at that declaration, but Phoenix added seriously as she took Yaron’s hand in hers, “But not without a grave price paid…”

The villagers quieted down at that statement, allowing Phoenix to continue, “The Forgotten tried to imprison and destroy me on our way out of her realm with a powerful spell, but…” She turned to Yaron, “Yaron found a way to deprive the spell of its goal by using His magic to switch places with me, giving me life…while He suffered destruction at the hands of vicious Night Thorns.” Some of the villagers gasped in surprise at the story, but Phoenix wasn’t finished. “However, the Laws of the Realms—a deep magic that governs reality—worked in His favor, and as He was a willing and innocent victim on my behalf, He was not allowed to stay dead forever. That is why He stands here before you today!” She looked at Yaron and concluded sincerely, “I am forever grateful for that act of Love itself.”

Yaron smiled fondly at her before catching Merlin inspecting His new look. Merlin adjusted his glasses a bit, and Yaron prompted, “You have a question?”

Merlin tapped his cane. “You’re wings…they look identical to the High King’s wings! How is that possible?”

Yaron turned to Phoenix for a moment, and they shared a grin before He turned to the whole Village and declared, “Because I am His Son, the High Prince!!”

A collective cry of shock ran through the crowd of villagers at this revelation. Merlin, especially, staggered at the news. Phoenix watched him as he stroked his beard and mumbled seriously to himself. “What could be going on in his mind right now?”

Yaron then brought Phoenix close to His side with His wings as He addressed the crowd again. “My Father, the High King, told Me stories of this Valley, especially about your ruler, Phoenix.” Glancing at her, He continued, “When I first arrived here, I sought to win her heart, as I had grown to love her deeply, and today, I am overjoyed to declare to you now that Phoenix and I…we are engaged!!”

Merlin nearly jumped out of his slippers in surprise, and the whole Village erupted with cheers for the engagement.

Fairy Godmother moved to the front of the group and squealed with joy. Taking both Phoenix’ and Yaron’s hands in hers, she exclaimed, “A royal wedding in our humble Valley! Oh, you must let me create the perfect gown and suit for you two!!” Phoenix and Yaron chuckled at her excitement.

Remy then piped up from the crowd. “You can count of Chez Remy to provide the finest catering service in the Valley, my friends!” His little body shook with excitement, “Ooo!! This is the challenge I’ve been hoping for!!”

Scrooge McDuck quacked, “And you can count on my shop to provide the best furnishings money can buy…or my name isn’t Scrooge McDuck!”

Phoenix couldn’t help but blush at her villagers’ attention. She leaned against Yaron’s shoulder and answered them sincerely, “Thank you, my friends. I could not have asked for better villagers…or friends.”

Fairy Godmother waved her wand at the two of them with a smile. “Oh come now! It’s the least we can do for all that both of you have done for this Valley.” She then addressed Yaron specifically, “And You, young Man. You have shown such wonderful devotion to our Phoenix. She could not have asked for a better Husband.” She then bowed, “And we are honored by Your presence, Your Majesty.”

Yaron placed His hand on the fairy’s shoulder kindly as she straightened. “Thank you, dear fairy.” Looking at Phoenix, He added, “I am proud to have dear Phoenix as My soon-to-be wife.” The fairy nodded approvingly and went her way, already thinking about what sort of outfits she was going to create for Phoenix and Yaron.

When she left, Yaron and Phoenix dismissed the villagers, and Aster addressed them. “When you have a moment, perhaps you two could tell us a bit more about your reunion.” He shook his head in bafflement, “With Phoenix’ sudden disappearance from Cokhavinia and now this, I need a little help catching up.”

Asha concurred with Aster’s desire, and Phoenix answered, “I’m sure we have some time now. Maybe we can—”

She was suddenly interrupted by Yaron’s hand on her shoulder. When she turned to Him, He discreetly gestured to Merlin, who was still standing nearby, deep in thought. Phoenix understood and turned back to Asha and Aster. “Actually, could we wait on that? Yaron and I have something to take care of.”

Asha answered, “Of course! We’ll see you two later.” She then followed Aster away from the Plaza towards the Forest of Valor.

Once they were gone, Phoenix and Yaron turned their attention to Merlin. Phoenix approached him and asked tentatively, “Merlin? Are you okay?”

Merlin looked up at her with heavy eyes as he hummed, “It should’ve been impossible to destroy a whole pocket realm; this whole Forgotten dilemma was supposed to have gone a different way…or at least, that’s what my research told me.” He sighed as he placed his hand on Phoenix’ shoulder. “I know that I have been wrong before…but never this wrong. And if I had my way…I dare say we would’ve entered an age worse than the Forgetting.” He faced Phoenix squarely as he declared, “You were right to choose Yaron’s way over mine, my friend.”

Phoenix looked sympathetically at her old friend. “Oh Merlin.”

Merlin moved away from Phoenix for a moment and faced Yaron. “Yaron, I cannot begin to tell You how sorry I am for how I behaved during this whole season. I misjudged You when You were simply doing what was best for Phoenix.” Merlin grasped Yaron’s shoulders and added, “You showed the truest devotion to Dreamlight Valley and to our Phoenix, and I humbly ask for Your forgiveness for my ignorance.”

Yaron smiled kindly and grasped the wizard’s arms firmly. “Of course, I forgive you, Merlin. You are My love’s most trusted advisor; you have served her well and I hope that shall continue for many years to come.”

Merlin bowed reverently, “I appreciate the gesture, Your Highness, and I will continue to serve in my role to the best of my ability for as long as you both will have me.” Phoenix and Yaron thanked him, and he left for his home, saying, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must research for the best uses of Dreamlight magic on a wedding.” With that, the wizard walked away.

Phoenix sighed in relief, grateful to see her wizard friend finally understand the truth about Yaron. After some thought, she turned to Yaron. “So…now what?”

Yaron chuckled a bit as He draped His right wings over her shoulders. “I believe we need to bring Asha and Aster up to date on everything that’s happened after you disappeared from Cokhavinia. They should still be in the Forest.”

Phoenix’ eyes brightened in remembrance. “Oh right! Let’s go!”

Yaron agreed, and the two of them walked to the Forest of Valor to catch up with Aster and Asha.

MANY DAYS LATER…

Phoenix sat patiently in front of a mirror inside Fairy Godmother’s house as the fairy tried a variety of hairstyles on her with her magic. Many days had passed since the High Prince’s declaration of His engagement with her, and the entire Village had been doing their part in preparing for their wedding. Remy had worked his magic in the kitchen, Scrooge McDuck found the best investments in wedding furnishes, and Fairy Godmother had made good on her promise to create the best wedding attire for Yaron and Phoenix. The fairy had finished Yaron’s outfit earlier that day; now she was working on Phoenix’ look, with a little less than an hour left till the ceremony.

Right now, the fairy was trying to choose the best hairstyle for Phoenix before creating her dress. She mumbled indistinctly as she did, and Phoenix couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as her hair went from a messy bun to interlocking ponytails. “Fairy Godmother, any one of your designs will be fine!”

Fairy Godmother countered, “Now, now, Phoenix. This is the most important occasion in the history of the Valley!” She made eye contact with Phoenix through the mirror as she added, “It’s not every day that our humble Village sees a wedding, especially a royal one that involves our very own Phoenix! So, your look must be perfect.” Phoenix couldn’t help but agree, and the fairy hummed a bit as she thought about the fish-tale braid she’d just created and saw how it looked on Phoenix. “You’ve grown so much, my dear.”

Phoenix smiled sheepishly. “It’s amazing what a couple of crazy adventures can do to a person.”

The fairy agreed as she put a few pearl strings across the braid. “Ah, but we’re never forced to learn from the things we’ve experienced, Phoenix. We must consciously decide whether we will learn from our circumstances of fight against them.” Facing Phoenix squarely through the mirror, she added, “And from what I can see, you chose to be taught by your circumstances.”

Fairy Godmother was soon done with Phoenix’ hair, and she arose from the vanity in preparation for the fairy’s choice of dress. Phoenix recounted, “Even though I eventually learned to trust Yaron, I seem to remember a time when I actually fought that urge to trust Him.”

Fairy Godmother waved her wand around. “Well, apparently, Yaron was up to the challenge.” She then raised her arms up and urged, “Now, prepare yourself, child. Merlin helped me perfect this unique spell.” Phoenix acknowledged, and the fairy declared loudly, “Bibbidi…Bobbidi…BOO!!”

A torrent of magic escaped the fairy’s wand and began to swirl around Phoenix rapidly, sounding like a chorus of bells as they went. Phoenix gasped in surprise as she watched some of the sparkles transform into orange and blue flames as they continued to climb up her body in a spiral, changing her clothing as they went. Phoenix watched the transformation in astonishment. “Fairy Godmother really HAS been practicing!”

When the magic reached Phoenix’ head, it dissipated with a twinkle, and Phoenix was able to get a good look at her dress. Her eyes widened at how the edges of her dress were blazes of blue and orange fire that whooshed and licked the ground. The flames went up her skirt until they faded into a white, sparkling fabric at the midpoint. A decorative belt separated the skirt from the bodice of the dress, which had a blue outline of a rising phoenix at the center of her chest. The dress boasted a one-sleeve design that went down her wrist, and a sparkling veil crowned the entire outfit.

Phoenix gaped at the beauty of the fairy’s work. She looked up just in time to see Fairy Godmother chuckle lightly, “Ah! Now that looks splendid!”

Phoenix sighed gustily and embraced her fairy friend tightly. With tears pricking her eyelids, Phoenix whispered, “Thank you.”

The fairy received the embrace in her usually gentle way and answered, “Of course, my dear. I always seek to make dreams come true.”

They soon separated, and the sound of the Village clocktower tolling reached their ears. The fairy exclaimed, “Oh!! It’s time!” She then created a magical bouquet for Phoenix and gave it to her before urging her out. “Go on, my dear!”

Phoenix chuckled a bit as she exited the fairy’s house. Once out, she blinked in surprise at seeing Merlin waiting for her. “Merlin, what are you doing here?”

Merlin tapped his cane before offering his arm to her. “If you will allow, Phoenix, I would consider it an honor to lead my closest friend down the aisle to her new Husband.”

Phoenix felt touched by this gesture. She accepted his arm and answered, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Merlin.” Merlin smiled as Phoenix took his arm, and he began leading Phoenix up to the Forest of Valor, where the ceremony was being held.

They eventually came onto a path that led to the Frosted Heights stairs, and Phoenix how beautifully everyone decorated that part of the Forest. Most of the villagers (some of the villains didn’t care to attend) were seated on birch benches on either side of a golden carpet that acted as a path towards where the Groom (the High Prince) and the High King, who was officiating the wedding, stood.

As Merlin led Phoenix down the golden carpet, Phoenix’ heart jumped as she saw the High Prince’ regal outfit. His golden suit sparkled in the afternoon sun, and a bright red sash crossed diagonally across His chest. His cape was pure white, with orange and blue flames dancing on the edges, and a golden crown rested on His head. His eyes met hers, and He beamed in excitement.

Once at the head of the aisle, Merlin surrendered Phoenix over to the High Prince and sat at the right side of the ceremony. Yaron took Phoenix’ hands in His, as His wings flicked outward, and smiled lovingly. “You look lovely, My dear.”

Phoenix giggled as she remarked, “It seems Fairy Godmother outdid herself with the both of us.”

Yaron agreed heartily, and the High King began. “Villagers of Dreamlight Valley! For many months now, you have witnessed a growing bond between your ruler and My Son. Today, we are here to witness the precious fruit of this growth in the marriage of My Son, High Prince Yaron, to your Dreamlight Valley ruler, Phoenix!” He turned to His Son, “Yaron, do You take young Phoenix to be Your wife?”

Yaron locked eyes with Phoenix and placed His hand on her cheek. “For all time, Father.”

The High King beamed before turning to Phoenix. “Phoenix, do you take My Son to be your Husband?”

Phoenix grinned as her face flushed with anticipation. She placed her hand over Yaron’s and answered, “Forever and a day, Tsarba.”

The High King nodded approvingly before facing the crowd again. With a flourish, He stretched His wings out and boomed, “Villagers of all kinds! I give to you My Son and His wife!!” He turned to the couple, “You may now kiss Your bride, My Son.”

Yaron smiled before pulling Phoenix in with His wings, and the two of them kissed. The crowd erupted in cheers and thunderous applause at the newlyweds as they separated, and Phoenix jumped into Yaron’s arms in joy. Yaron then hooked His arm around Phoenix’ and hemmed her in with His wings before leading her back down the aisle and away from the ceremony, thus leading the villagers to the reception that was taking place at Dazzle Beach. As they went, Phoenix could feel a strange sensation come over her shoulder blades from being close to Yaron’s wings. She hummed quietly, “What…is that?”

Thanks to Remy’s expertise in the kitchen, the reception was a huge success, with hardly any leftovers by the end of it. Phoenix and Yaron had shared a table with Asha and Aster, and they had a wonderful time talking amongst themselves.

When the reception finished, Yaron led Phoenix towards the center of the Beach with many of the villagers following close behind. He made a loud whistle with His fingers, and large, flaming bird burst onto the horizon. Phoenix gasped, “Is that a—”

Yaron chuckled, “Yes, My dear! It is a phoenix coming to take us to our honeymoon.” He added with a twinkle in His eye, “I have a special creation in mind for our time in the In-Between Realm.”

Phoenix was excited. She leaned against His shoulder and stated, “Can’t wait to see Your idea!” Yaron chuckled, and Phoenix soon caught sight of some of the villagers talking amongst themselves in confusion; they appeared to be looking at something on her. She wondered aloud, “What are they looking at?”

Yaron was holding back a smile. “Maybe you should take a look at the water.”

Though confused, Phoenix moved away from Yaron for a moment and looked at her reflection in the ocean…and nearly yelped in surprise. She stuttered, “I…I have…wings again!!”

And she did, only these wings were far different from her eagle wings. These wings were made of a bright blue light, and their make-up was similar to Yaron’s wings. She flicked them and twirled around in amazement before looking at Yaron, who was clearly pleased at her reaction.

Phoenix took Yaron’s hands and gushed, “Thank You, my High Prince! I know You had everything to do with this!”

Yaron hugged her tightly. “You are welcome, My dear wife.”

Right then, they heard a loud squawk above them. They looked up and saw that the phoenix had arrived and was lowering itself a bit to allow them to board. It chirped and cooed in their direction, as Yaron patted the bird’s beak. “Thank you, magnificent creature.”

The phoenix sang in response, and Yaron mounted the bird first before reaching out His hand to help Phoenix up. She accepted His hand, and she mounted behind Yaron with Him hoisting her up.

Once they were settled, Aster and Asha came to the front of the group of villagers, and Aster declared confidently, “We will keep everything in order here until you two return from your honeymoon.”

Asha added, “Now don’t feel like you have to hurry back, you two; have fun!”

Yaron and Phoenix laughed, as Yaron replied, “We will definitely take your advice, My friends.” He then glanced at Phoenix. “Ready, My dear?”

Phoenix took hold of His waist. “Born ready, my Love.”

Yaron smirked and urged the phoenix on. With a thunderous flap, it took to the skies and soared higher and higher above the Valley with the villagers below waving farewell. Once the phoenix broke away from the Realm, its feathers began to burn furiously, and Yaron gripped the bird firmly. He instructed, “Hang on, Phoenix!”

Phoenix acknowledged before tightening her hold on Yaron. With a loud shriek, the phoenix exploded forward with a burst of speed into the vast expanse of space and disappeared into the stars with a twinkle, taking Yaron and Phoenix to the beginning of their happily ever after.

THE END

CLOSING THOUGHTS: Yay!! I finally got all of my stories into Tumblr!! I hope you and the rest of the group enjoyed this series; I loved writing this and I may do more once I have more solid ideas. Something I forgot to mention about my series that might pique some of your interest: I have a Narnia easter egg in book 1 and in book 3. One easter egg comes from the Narnia books and the second one comes from the first Narnia movie; do you think you can spot them both? ;) Anyway, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this series in general and what your favorite parts were! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my series, and I hope to interact with you guys more in the future.

And yes, I did forget tags on some of the story posts; still getting used to that. XD

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Downton Abbey - The Story of Emma Barrow

Thomas Barrow x 8-year-old-Daughter, set after the events in Season 3

Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw Carson slamming his door shut. Thomas stood alone in the corridor. He looked sad, desperate, as if all his dreams and hopes had been shattered in a second.

Emma went to her father. The old floorboards were quite rough and cold beneath her bare feet. She grasped Thomas's upper arm. "Dad," she whispered, "come with me," and led the man into their shared bedroom. A glance back revealed an angry Alfred. Emma was all too familiar with that look from O'Brien—a look that seemed like this was just the beginning of what was to come.

After the door closed, Thomas ran his hands desperately through his hair, and tears began to snake down his cheeks. "I'm such a fool. Why did I do that? I thought he would be like me. He would feel the same way I do. I just want to feel a little love," he cried, plopping down on his bed.

"But I love you!" Emma spoke up. From behind, she nestled against her father, wrapping an arm around him while her head rested on his shoulder. "I love you, Dad," she repeated her words. "Really, I love you a lot!"

"I know, my little dwarf," he smiled sadly. His injured hand touched hers. "Your love means a lot to me. I'm very grateful for it."

Silently, she just nestled against her dad. Since he didn't object, the girl was pretty sure he enjoyed their current hug. They sat like that for a while, with Emma's head resting on his shoulder.

"Emma," Thomas began with a quivering voice, "I'm not normal. I'm different, you understand?"

Emma looked up, pulling her head back slightly to look at her father. His face was marked by worries and self-doubt. Her forehead furrowed in confusion as she asked, "Different? What do you mean, Dad?"

Thomas sighed deeply and struggled with his own thoughts. This was a moment he had avoided for years, fearing the consequences. But he could no longer hide it, not after what happened a few minutes ago. It was only a matter of time before Emma learned the truth, and perhaps it was best if Emma heard it from him instead of being manipulated by Mrs. O'Brien and Mr. Carson.

"What I'm about to tell you, Emma Grace Barrow, you mustn't tell anyone," he began quietly. Emma swallowed hard as she nodded slightly. Emma Grace Barrow. Her full name was only used by her dad when it was something extremely important or when she was being scolded. However, his voice didn't sound strict and commanding but rather reflected despair and fear.

"Actually, I didn't intend to burden you with this, but I guess it's better if you hear it from me," he continued. With his uninjured hand, he desperately ran it across his face, wiping away tears from his cheeks. What if his little dwarf would hate him? Would Emma treat him like everyone else in his life who found out about his differences?

"I'm different because..." Thomas halted his sentence. Suddenly, he felt a certain lightness and coldness on his shoulders. Emma had already pulled away from him. Apparently, no further explanation was needed. Why had he even felt the need to enlighten his child? He should have kept quiet and shown Emma a perfect world.

Thomas took a deep breath, still trying to find the right words. "I like the same type."

Confusion deepened in Emma's eyes. "I don't understand. What does that mean, Dad?"

"I kissed him!" it burst out of him, and after a short pause to catch his breath, he added, "Jimmy."

"Different means... you love men?" she concluded hesitantly.

Her father quickly formed a hushing gesture with his finger in front of his mouth. Emma perked up her ears. There was nothing to hear outside. They were probably the only ones still awake at such a late—or rather early—hour. "You must never speak of this, Emma Grace."

The girl swallowed hard. She sat about an arm's length away from him.

"Nobody. Really nobody must know about my differences—not even Ruby," he explained with a pleading undertone. "There's a law that says people like me should be locked up in prisons."

A moment of silence followed his words. Emma stared at him as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Then, as if she couldn't grasp it, she asked a question that might have sounded a bit silly: "But you still like pancakes, right?"

Thomas was surprised by this question, and despite his own inner turmoil, he couldn't help but smile slightly. "Yes, I still like pancakes. My food preferences haven't changed."

"And you still like smoking?" she inquired.

Thomas nodded a bit uncertainly, wondering where Emma was going with these seemingly trivial questions.

"And you still read me a bedtime story every night, right?"

"If you still want that, then yes," Thomas took a deep breath. "Emma, I can understand if you don't want to have any contact with me anymore. It would be okay if you wished to move in with Anna. It wouldn't be fair for me to force you to stay here. You wouldn't be the first one to hate me and it's okay. I'm used to it."

An uncomfortable silence followed. Emma's thoughts began to churn. She tried to grasp what her dad had just revealed to her.

Emma sat motionless, her heart racing as she processed her father's words. Thomas almost interpreted the silence between them as a definitive end to their relationship. His little dwarf sat far away from him. Why had he even broached this delicate topic?

Finally, Emma broke the silence. "I don't understand," she began hesitantly. Her forehead creased as she tried to piece together the puzzle in her mind. "It doesn't change who you are."

He looked at his daughter sadly. She really seemed not to grasp it. "It does, Emma. Everything has just changed," he said, swallowing hard. Emma scrutinized her dad. His face reflected deep fear. The uncertainty of how his daughter would react to this revelation tormented him.

Emma tried to comprehend what her Dad meant. What had changed? He still like smoking, pancakes and reading stories. "No, it hasn't," Emma concluded after careful consideration. "You're still my Dad. You still read me bedtime stories, like pancakes, and smoking. Nothing has changed. So why should I hate you?" she asked, studying her father's face. He looked so broken, a side of him she had never seen before.

"You are right. You don't understand what this is about." Thomas realised, "I'm different, and just that is a reason why you should hate me," explained Thomas, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Emma placed her hand on her father's. "Not for me" she whispered. Thomas flinched slightly under her touch. "I could never hate you. You're my Dad, and I love you," declared Emma, pressing a kiss to his cheek "so very much." Then, her arms found their way around Thomas's neck. She nestled closely to her father. "You're still the person you always were – the one I got to know. I don't care who you love. We always stick together, remember? We're a team... " Emma pasued, "No, we're a family."

His daughter's words nearly brought Thomas to tears. Thomas's tears snaked down his cheek. What was happening here? Why didn't his child scream in horror? Why didn't she run away or avoid him like everyone else who learned of his difference? Why did this little girl stay with him and embrace him? He had expected rejection or judgment, but instead, he felt unconditional love and acceptance.

"Please don't cry, Daddy. I'm here. I'll always be on your side."

For the first time, Thomas experienced an overwhelming sense of unconditional love and acceptance. The torrent of emotions coursing through him was both bewildering and profound. The fact that his child, instead of reacting with fear or rejection, chose to embrace him in the face of his deepest secret, left Thomas in a state of disbelief and profound gratitude. It was a transformative moment, a glimmer of light breaking through the shadows of his past, as he realized that, at least in the eyes of his daughter, he was not defined by societal expectations but rather embraced for the person he truly was.

"I'll never leave you." Emma told him. She gently wiped away his tears with her thumb, a silent gesture of comfort that spoke volumes. In that tender moment, without uttering a single word, she sought to provide solace to her father. The touch of her thumb, a small but profound act, conveyed empathy and understanding, bridging the emotional gap between them. In the quiet exchange, the unspoken language of love and compassion unfolded, creating a space where Thomas felt seen, accepted, and embraced by the one person whose opinion mattered most to him.

"I promise you, Dad, I'll never reveal your secret to anyone. Pinky swear," vowed the 8-year-old, hooking her little finger with her speechless father's.

Finally, Thomas reciprocated the loving embrace. His arms now found their way around Emma, holding the child even tighter. "You're a truly miracle, my little dwarf," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears once again. "What you just said means a lot to me." He had his daughter's understanding and love, and that was the most important thing in the world for him.

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Chapter 1.4~ The Body

Series Masterlist

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When you finally reached your house, you burst through the front door with your bike abandoned in the front yard.

"Y/n, is that you?" Your mother called from the living room, she sounded upset. You came into the room, tears already brimming up. "You know that you don't slam the door."

"Mom-" You almost choked on the tears.

"I don't have time for this." Your mother was rushing around, doing something.

"But mom-"

"Just go to your room or something." Your mom waved dismissively as she bustled about, not caring about your tears.

You ran out to the back, dropping your bag in a room as you burst outside. Your head spun as you ran into the forest. You ran until the tears grew to be too much. You didn't even know where you were anymore, your head spun with grief.

Will couldn't be gone. He just couldn't. You screamed as you punched a tree. "NO! NO! NO!" Sobbing, you sunk to your knees, your bloodied fists starting to burn. "Not Will, not him, please, not him."You took a shaky breath and then froze.

There was something coming. You heard it coming. Turning, you saw a faceless man coming through the trees. Its mouth opened up like a flower and you screamed, standing and running. As your heart pounded in your ears, thoughts raced through your head.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. You supposed that most people would be scared at that notion, but you found no fear within you. At least I'll be with Will. You saw a tree with a hole in front of you and aimed towards it, not really sure why. It looked like a portal or a hiding space. Either way: If I'm going to die, I'm going to do it on my own terms.

You dove through the hole and felt slime all over you. You tumbled to the ground. You sat up and looked around, seeing a dark version of where you just were. There were white particles floating around you. You heard the Demogorgon roar behind you and you scrambled to your feet. You started to run again, your feet taking over as your brain raced. This world was almost an exact copy of where you just came from. Maybe that's what El was talking about. She had turned the board Upside Down and said that Will was hiding from the Demogorgon. This must be -like- the upside down of my world. Will has to be here. That was the only explanation you could make out of everything while running for your life. When you couldn't hear the Demogorgon anymore, you stopped and gasped for breath while the gears in your head continued to turn.

El had said that Will was at his house, hiding. So you just had to make it to Castle Byers and then Will's house. If everything was the same here, then you should be able to find Castle Byers. You suddenly realized how cold it was here, you shivered as you looked around. You saw a tree trunk that you recognized and started to head towards it.

Suddenly, you heard a growl from in front of you, in the direction of Castle Byers. The Demogorgon. "Shit!" You turned and ran as it started to close in. Your eyes burned as you ran, you could have found Will. You could have brought him home. Why were you so useless? You started to recognize where you were, it was where you had come through. You saw the tree with the hole in front of you and pushed yourself to reach it, lungs burning as you gasped for breath. It was within reach when a root tripped you and you tumbled to the ground.

A burning sensation spread from your side as the Demogorgon's claws sunk into your side. You screamed in pain as your hand scrambled for something to help. You felt a stick and grabbed it, swinging it at the Demogorgon's open head. I have to live to see Will alive. The stick connected and the Demogorgon jerked back. Its claw left your side briefly, but that was all you needed. You kicked up and connected with the monster. It stumbled, barely two feet away, but it was enough that you were able to scramble to your feet and run.

You crawled through the hole in the tree. Hearing the roaring behind you. The tunnel seemed to shrink and you struggled to pull yourself out. You finally tumbled out the other side. You gasped and turned around, but there was no evidence of the hole in the tree. It looked normal. You still got up quickly and started running quickly back to your house, recognizing where you were. As the adrenaline faded from your veins, you felt the pain in your side grow. You put a hand to it and it came away, sticky and wet with blood.

"Shit." You slowed down as each step started to make your side burn.

Thankfully, you weren't that far from your house. You snuck through the back door and grabbed your backpack, carefully creeping up the stairs. Your parents didn't even notice your presence.

You grabbed some clothes from your room and then locked yourself in the bathroom. You took a shower, the hot water burning your wounds and burning away the slime and the feeling of the Upside Down. As you stood there, red-hot shame burned through your body and hot tears ran down your cheeks, mixing with the water. How could you even be okay with dying? How could you have been ok with it?

You stepped out of the shower and gingerly pulled on the clothes. The shirt was loose enough that you didn't get too much blood on it. You held one of the many unused towels in the bathroom closet to your wound as you pulled out the first aid kit. Buried deep within the extensive kit was a needle and thread. You bit your lip as you pulled them out. There was also an old tube of numbing cream in there. You didn't know how well it would, but you had to try something.

You spread some other towels on the floor in front of the floor-length mirror. You would be able to lean up against the wall and see the stitching in the mirror. Sitting down against the wall, you held your shirt bunched up in your mouth as you put the numbing cream around the wounds that looked like they were big enough to require stitches. You prepared the needle and thread.

You made the first stitch.

Having the shirt in your mouth muffled your sobs as you continued. Tears rolled down your face. Thankfully, the numbing cream seemed to be working. The worst part was seeing the needle go in and out of your skin and feeling only numb pain. It felt like forever before you finally finished. Leaning your head back, you felt more tears roll down your cheeks. You whimpered as your wound throbbed.

You gave yourself another 20 seconds to breathe before wiping the blood off your hands. You grabbed a bandage and some gauze. Wincing, you placed the gauze over the various wounds and then wrapped the big bandage around your middle to keep them in place. You then carefully put all the bloody towels in a trash bag. You cleaned up the bathroom and put away the first aid kit after taking out the rest of the large bandages and gauze for changing bandages. You washed your hands and then swallowed two extra-strength Tylenol pills before sneaking downstairs and then outside to put the bag of bloody towels in the trash can. You snuck back in and collapsed on your bed in pain.

You let out a sigh. Will was alive, he had to be, and you had to be there for when he came back. You couldn't think of anything else, you couldn't lose hope.

It was all you had left.

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"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n-" You cut off Mike's voice by pressing the button. You were still in bed, trying to fight the pain so that you could get out of bed and get some pain meds. You had also decided to skip school for obvious reasons.

"What?" You decided that you might as well get up. Holding back a groan, you rolled out of bed, landing on your hands and knees before using the bed to pull yourself onto your feet.

"I need you to come over." You stumbled into the bathroom and swallowed two pills.

"Why?"

"It's about Will."

"Yeah, I know, his funeral's soon. You don't need to remind me."

"Screw his funeral!"

"What?" Despite knowing that Will was alive, you knew that there was still a chance that he could die in the Upside Down.

"Just get over here stat. Lucas and Dustin are coming too." You groaned again.

"Fine." You grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and went back to your room. Putting it in your bag with the extra bandages, you also put in various things you thought could be useful.

You changed as fast as you could and then went downstairs. The house was quiet as you put some food in your backpack and left through the front door. You swung a leg over your bike and sat on the seat, taking a breath before starting the trek to Mike's.

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As soon as you rang the doorbell of Mike's house, the door opened to reveal Mike who grabbed your hand and pulled you downstairs to the basement. El was sitting on the couch and you took off your backpack before sitting next to her. Your backpack rested between your feet as you rested your head on her shoulder and closed your eyes.

You had been unable to sleep the previous night as the Upside Down and Demogorgon had plagued your dreams, the pain from your wound didn't help either. El patted your hand before she went back to messing with the Super Comm. You drifted in and out of sleep before whimpering came through the Super Comm. Your eyes shot open and you sat up, trying not to hiss in pain.

"That's Will."

Mike gestured to you. "See, she agrees with me."

You realized that the boys must have been talking before you had tuned back into the conversation. Lucas groaned. "Of course she agrees with you. She always agrees with you."

Your cheeks heated up. "I know what Will sounds like, ok, and that's him."

Lucas groaned. "Come on, guys, just drop it."

"Lucas, you don't understand. He spoke last night. Words! He was singing that weird song he loves. Even El heard him."

"Oh, well, if the weirdo heard him, then I guess-" You glared at Lucas as Dustin interrupted him.

"Are you sure you're on the right channel?"

Mike sighed. "I didn't think about that. I think, somehow, she's channelling him."

"Like... like Professor X."

Your head spun and you stood up. "I need some water." You ignored the boys and walked upstairs as the boys continued their conversation. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. Placing it on the counter, you rested your elbows next to the glass and supported your head with your hands as the Upside Down flashed through your head. You gripped your head, feeling fear rising into your throat.

You had to get Will back, no matter what.

You took some deep breaths and were able to calm yourself down. You finished your water and went back downstairs.

"There is no way we're gonna get the weirdo in there without anyone noticing."

"Get El in where?"

"School, to Mr. Clarke's Heathkit ham shack. It's a stronger radio that will help El get a better signal to find Will." You looked at El and then at Mike.

"Let's get started."

You helped El into one of Nancy's old dresses as the boys searched for a wig. You found Nancy's makeup set and opened it up.

"Come, sit down." You grabbed El's hands and sat her down on the floor next to you. She looked apprehensively at the makeup. "Don't worry, it won't hurt." To make her feel better, you grabbed one of the brushes and tapped her nose with it. You and El giggled. Your side had started to hurt again, but you had a little bit more time before you would be able to take some more pills.

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You were almost done with the makeup on as Mike came in with the wig. "Set it down next to me, please." You leaned back a little bit to take in El's appearance. Nodding in approval at your mediocre makeup skills, you put away everything before grabbing the wig and El's hand. You pulled her to the bathroom to get the wig on.

You stood behind El, adjusting the wig until it sat upon her shaved head. You stood behind her with your hands on her shoulders and put your face next to hers. "There you go, all done." El smiled and turned to hug you. You hugged her back, before leading her back to the boys.

"Wow, she looks-"

"Pretty... good." Mike looked at you two before glancing away.

You nudged El's shoulder. "You look pretty."

El smiled into the mirror. "Pretty."

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"Okay, remember, if anyone sees us, look sad." You schooled your expression into one of pain, which wasn't hard considering that you should be taking the pain pills around this time. They were stowed away in your backpack, but El was holding your hand and you didn't want to worry anyone even more.

"Attention students, there will be an assembly to honour Will Byers in the gymnasium." The P.A. system startled you out of your thoughts. "Do not go to fourth period."

"It's locked."

"What?"

"Hey," Dustin turned to Eleven. "Do you think you can open it? With your powers?"

"Boys, Y/n?" You all turned to see Mr. Clarke coming around the corner.

"Hey," Lucas said weakly.

"Assembly's about to start."

"We know. We're just, you know..." Mike fumbled for the right words.

"Upset."

"We need some alone time."

"To cry." You kept silent, trying to ignore the steadily growing pain in your side.

"Yeah, listen... I get it. I do. I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then... the Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day. What do you say?" You all nodded as Mr. Clarke finally noticed El holding your hand. "I don't believe we've met. What's your name?"

"Ele-."

Mike thankfully cut her off. "Eleanor! She's my, uh..."

"Cousin."

"Second cousin."

"She's here for Will's funeral."

"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor. I wish you were here under better circumstances."

El nodded. "Thank you."

"Uh, where are you from exactly?"

"Bad place." Your eyes widened at El's remark.

"Sweden!"

"I have a lot of Swedish family.

"She hates it there."

"Cold!"

"Subzero."

"Shall we?" Mr. Clarke gestured towards the gym, wisely choosing to ignore the party's strange behaviour. You sighed in relief as you all trooped towards the gym doors. Dustin slammed them open, making everyone look your way as you flinched.

"Abort." Dustin turned to leave, but Lucas pushed him forward. The five of you went to find seats. As you sat down, you felt your wound throb and the pain made you want to cry. You tuned out the principal as the rest of the party plus El were muttering among themselves. You finally snuck out two pills from the bottle in your bag and took a drink of water before swallowing them discreetly.

You did it just in time as El looked over at you. She grabbed your hand and squeezed it, giving you a smile. You smiled back and stared at the wall behind the principal, zoning out. The pain meds finally started to work.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the assembly ended. You followed behind the boys, wanting to get out as soon as possible. The chattering of the students turned into the Demogorgon's roar. You gasped as you ducked your head and quickly weaved through the crowd, wanting to get away. You finally made it outside the AV Club room. You leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as your heartbeat slowed down.

Something touched your shoulder and you jumped. "Y/n, are you ok?" Mike looked at you with concern.

You blinked. "Yeah, just, really loud."

"Troy peed himself." You stared at Dustin for a couple of seconds before what he said registered in your muddled head. Your face broke into a grin.

"Really?" Dustin nodded and you laughed. "Well, I am sorry that I missed that."

"El did it with her powers!" You turned to El, smiling brightly.

"Really?" She nodded and you held out your fist. She looked at you confused and you took her hand, folding it into a fist. "It's called a fist bump. You use it when you're happy or excited and want to share it with your friends." You bumped her fist against yours and she looked at you with big doe eyes.

"Friends?"

"Yep, we're friends." She smiled and took your hand as you followed the boys into the AV Room.

El sat in front of the Heathkit.

"Now what?"

"She'll find him. Right, El?"

"Shut up, Mike." You sat down next to El as she closed her eyes and the radio frequency changed.

"She's doing it. She's finding him!"

"This is crazy."

Lucas groaned. "Calm down, she just closed her eyes."

"Everyone, be quiet. Let her focus." The boys shut their mouths and you turned back to El, suddenly the lights started to flicker.

"Holy..." Dustin never finished his sentence as there was a clanging noise coming from the radio. You leaned in closer as whimpering came through the speakers.

"Mom?" You gasped and grabbed Mike's hand as you recognized Will's voice.

"Will?"

"Mom?" You squeezed Mike's hand as your heart beat faster at hearing Will's terrified voice coming through the radio. "Please..."

"No way!"

"Will!"

You felt tears prick at your eyes and you spoke softly, trying not to cry. "Will, we're right here, we're right here."

"Will, it's us! Are you there?"

"Can you hear us? We're here!"

"Hello? Mom?

"Why can't he hear us?"

"I don't know!"

"It's like home, but it's so dark...It's so dark and empty. And it's cold!" You put a hand to your mouth. "Mom!"

The Heathkit started to smoke and you all jumped back as Dustin sprayed it with the fire extinguisher. You looked at El and let go of Mike's hand to go to her side.

"El, are you ok?" She looked really out of it and her nose was bleeding.

"Can you move?" Mike joined you at her side. El just swayed slightly.

Mike looked at Dustin and Lucas. "Here, help her up." As the boys helped her out of the room, you glanced back at the smoking Heathkit.

Will was out there, and he was alive.

[dayfalwastaken]

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Mari stopped in her metaphorical tracks. How was she supposed to respond to that? Had she been human, she would’ve gulped in worry before rushing over to scoop the boy in her arms. As she was, she produced a soft chime and gripped the edges of her box, suddenly very mad over her confinement in it. She’d sensed that something was wrong the moment Matthew had begun reading that piece of paper. And now, out of nowhere the mask she’d gifted to him was spent and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. With a sigh and flickering eyes, she motioned for him to put the mask back on.

“What? No one is paying attention to us.” He said, likely referring to the glowing orbs of light in the mask’s sockets.

Mari shook its head, repeating the gesture but with a little more authority this time.

“…Fine.” Shrinking in on himself, Matthew did as told.

The Puppet tensed at his reaction before doing its equivalent of taking in a deep breath. The conversation they were about to have wasn’t one that should’ve been spoken out loud for all to hear.

“This is more appropriate if we want to speak.” It said through the mask. Matthew froze, doing a double take to make sure he’d heard it correctly.

“Wait- are you… talking in my mind? Like, telepathically?”

“Er, yes, that was one of the mask’s functions that I did not tell you about. I didn’t want to spoil what it could do from the get-go. I thought you might want to discovered them on your own since you like superpowers so much, but, well...” Mari shrugged. It only wished her child could’ve done so under better circumstances. “F-For the record I cannot read your thoughts, just communicate with you! I would never want to invade your privacy like that.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah. T-That’s good.”

…Except that it had already done so by stalking following him to the Afton house. Oof.

“Right... Come on, sit down.” Mari tapped the right side of the box, picking up a Fredbear plush from the pile of presents behind it. “Take this, pretend you’re playing.”

“…Hearing you in my mind. It’s like I’m reading my own thoughts, expect they’re not really mine. This is so weird…” He mused as he sat down, carefully inspecting the plushie. Before the Puppet could say anything Matthew bowed his head in resignation. “So, I guess you’d like an explanation after that bombshell, huh?”

Mari nodded, placing a reassuring hand on his back.

“Indeed, but I am in no hurry.” The boy merely hummed in turn.

“No time like the present. Well, you saw most of it. Cassidy pulled me aside so we could talk. She told me about a weird dream that she had last night and how she’d woken up with this page in her hands.” He handed the paper over and reached underneath the mask to rub his eyes. “We tried to decode it or whatever, or, I did, and then…” His inner voice cracked, prompting him to fiddle with the Fredbear plush.

Mari gave the page a once-over, only to shudder slightly at the fact that she recognized the style of the text.

“Matthew, dear, this… This is in your handwriting.”

“Yup. Freaked me out too when it processed. But I know I didn’t write that.”

“…And you said the girl had this in her hands when she woke up?” She asked as she descended halfway into the box, wanting to conceal the page from any noisy onlookers.

“Mhm, only I wasn’t the one to place it there, as you can imagine.”

Mari read the first two lines and raised a brow in intrigue.

“What’s that word mean anyway? The phobia thing?”

“Eisoptrophobia, otherwise known as catoptrophobia or spectrophobia, is the fear of mirrors and other reflective surfaces, due to what those objects may reflect and distort. The question here implies that you are not afraid of mirrors. Is it correct?”

“It is. I’ve never been scared of `em, which makes the whole thing read like a threat to me.”

“Or perhaps a promise would be more accurate.” The Puppet suggested. “It can be hard to tell the tone in writing, but given how hostile this clearly is, I agree. I cannot think of any other terms that would fit this better.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly eager to find out what being afraid of mirrors means.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll get through it. At the very least, just know that I will be there no matter what comes our way.” Mari said, sounding a tad less hopeful than it had intended.

“I know, Stripes. I know…”

She moved on the next paragraph.

It’s a vicious cycle, you know. But then, most things in life are. The pendulum swings one way, then it swings the other. Now we return to darkness. Something terrible is coming.

Where did she know this from? It looked like a passage one might find in a poem, but a quick search through her memory disproved her having ever seen this specific piece. So if Mari hadn’t read it before, why did it seem so familiar, like she was supposed to have heard it somewhere?

“Just reaffirming what we already knew,” because of course it would “is what I gather from this second one.” Matthew chose to stay silent.

She turned the page, happening upon a spiral of sentences that also appeared to form a quote. A short analysis later and she was met with a ping from her memory banks, the excerpt’s origin having been found. It was a shortened dialogue section from the story “Silent Snow, Secret Snow” by Conrad Aiken. A tale about a young boy growing to like the daydreaming reality of snow better than the real world, distancing himself from his parents as his mind withered away from illness. One of the many stories her maker had scanned to train her past self’s AI.

The quote’s origin was further proof the paper had been for her dear child, and not the girl. So why this quote in particular, why from that story and why were some of its sentences removed? It was deliberate enough, evidently, and with a deeper purpose this time. Not just a random attack born out of rage like those of the past. Neither was it a simple intimidation tactic, a direct “I will kill you”. There was a message here, but what? What was the Shadow monster’s reason for breaking character with this page? What context was the Puppet missing here?

Why, why, why… So many questions, Mari pondered warily.

“Does the last part- the spiral mean anything to you?” He asked the boy. Matthew took a moment to reply.

“Uh, no. I figured it was like a snippet from somewhere but I didn’t recognize it. Just kinda took it for what it was. If there’s a message in there I can’t see it. All I’m reading from that is an ominous, cryptic threat, but that’s about it. Why, you figured something out?”

That was only a half truth, but Mari didn’t comment on it. Now was not the time to make a big deal out of nothing.

“Partly. That portion was ripped straight out of a story, yes, but... Why it was chosen and what you’ll be told, if we were to take the text literally, I do not know. I’m sorry.”

Matthew shifted on the star-spangled carpet, facing up at the Marionette with a lamenting shake of his head.

“I know that look. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not omniscient.”

The Puppet did not answer him, choosing to mind the little girl that had come up to the box asking for a present. A sweet thing no more than five or six years old, with red curly hair, blue eyes and wearing a flowery dress. Impressed that she had mustered the courage to come up to Mari on her own, the Puppet gracefully handed her a gift from its pile, patting her head as she left.

The sounds of delight from the girl as she opened her present earned a tinkle out of Mari, her music box reverberating with innocent joy.

The Puppet crossed her arms and dropped the paper on the box’s floor. She leaned on the edge, mindful to keep the wide porcelain smile from cracking.

“I cannot imagine you being so shaken up from something like this,” it began earnestly. “because you’re stronger than that, so I must ask: What was it really that got you like this?” It poured as much warmth into the inquiry as possible, not wanting the boy to feel like he was being judged for his moment of weakness. It wouldn’t dare commit such a sin. To reduce his worth based on… outside factors and unpredictable outcomes- no. No way. He meant to much for Mari to ever think less of him.

“Would you believe me if I told you?”

“Dear, I am a jester robot a few degrees into self-awareness. Ghosts are a reality and so are shadowy monsters that cause bad dreams. A couple months after my birth I was told of the afterlife’s existence. Heaven, Hell and all that nonsense. This is an awfully ridiculous world we live in, Matthew. I’ll believe anything you tell me.” The Puppet shot him a playful wink, easing the air between them.

In spite of himself the boy giggled, rubbing the back of his head.

“Right, stupid question. Well…”

[synchlora]

suddenly overwhelmed with the need to cry abt nlm cbeeduo

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' BEING SCARED TO CONFESS !

an. thank u for 100 + followers!! <3 holy fuck inumaki’s was hard to write bc of the letter LOL also heres to hopin my tags actu work for this post

ft. gojo, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 1.2k

genre. fluff, angst if u squint in gojo's

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GOJO SATORU ►

— OK so usually i wouldn't imagine him as being scared to confess

— but,

— if he really likes you, i think his hidden insecurities will start comin out

— yes, gojo is the strongest sorcerer

— but even the strongest sorcerer can't save everyone

— he knows you'll be targeted if you're openly with him

— so gojo represses his feelings as best as he can

— which for some reason involves him -

— flirting with you one day

— and then completely ignoring your existence the next

— eventually you just get tired of it

"satoru!" you yell, surprising yourself from the sheer volume of your voice. it's clear he knew you were coming, but you still see the way his shoulders tense when you call his name. gojo at least has the decency to stop, and you're unsure if it's because he doesn't want to risk making you angrier, or if this is one of the days' he'll actually talk to you. you huff in anger before gripping his wrist to spin him around, and you can tell he's avoiding your eyes despite the black blindfold around his eyes.

"well?" you ask, tone cold and straightforward. gojo decides to take a glance at you, and sees you standing there with crossed arms, looking at him like a disappointed parent. "are you going to stop giving me the cold shoulder and tell me what's going on? i'm not in the mood to play some childish game, gojo." the use of his family name coming from you makes his heart ache, and he panics at the thought of you being genuinely angry and upset at him rather than mildly annoyed.

"i'm not playing some game," he says, and you feel yourself straighten up at the seriousness in his voice. your eyebrows furrow together in concern as you try to think of your last few interactions with gojo. he hadn't been acting this way with anyone else but you (you know because you'd asked nanami, and nanami knew all), and if this wasn't some game he was playing, had you done something to make him upset? the thought makes you feel guilty, remembering how you'd scolded him like a child just moments earlier. was it the joke about his forehead? surely he'd know you hadn't meant it, no matter how true it was-

"i love you-"

"your forehead isn't that small-"

...what?

you blinked at him once, then twice, then thrice, and then a fourth just to make sure you really weren't dreaming right now. your best friend of years, with his cocky attitude, cute dumb jokes and flirty remarks that made your face heat and heart race was in love with you? gojo lifted his blindfold suddenly, cocking an eyebrow up at you.

"hey! what about my forehead?-"

"i like you, too." you breathed out, voice shaky with either excitement or nervousness, you couldn't choose. gojo stared at you with those ocean coloured eyes of his, and then broke out into a grin.

"hmm?" you braced yourself, already knowing gojo's incessable adorable teasing was coming, "i don't exactly think i said like, did i?"

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— i def see inumaki being more scared to confess

— 1. because he can't think of a proper way to tell you his feelings

— a text just doesn't feel personal enough or embed his true feelings

— which leaves inumaki in a dilemma

— obviously, panda is quick to catch onto inumaki's feelings

— when he learns about inumaki's dilemma, he just bursts out laughing

— panda offers him the very simple solution - write a damn letter

— inumaki was so caught up in his feelings he literally just did not Think of it.

— spends hours writing the letter and tearing up it several times while also rehearsing how and where he would give it to you

— until the moment actually came, and all inumaki could do was shove the letter into your hands, yell tuna mayo, and run away.

— … yeah

your early sunday mornings had started consisting of heading down to the field every tokyo jujutsu school student used as early as your first week as a first-year, causing you to quickly develop a routine - get changed into your gym clothes, head down to the field earlier on to relax before maki kicked your ass, and then rush back to the dorms for a shower. except this time, you were pleasantly surprised to see that halfway through your routine, you were met with the familiar cute face of a fellow student, cursed speech user inumaki toge.

"inumaki?" you say, giving him a smile before slowing down your own steps to allow him time to catch up, watching as he sped to you. "you're up early for once," you teased, knowing how grumpy he can get without his allocated sleeping time. once inumaki catches up to you, you continue walking on, fully expecting inumaki to just continue alongside you. only for him to catch you off guard completely, gently spinning you around to face him once more.

seeing inumaki up close, you quickly take notice of the flush of red on his cheeks, popping out from under his collar, along with the sudden dark eye circles. inumaki's breathing is muffled, but loud enough for you to hear he's panting, the rapid rising and falling of his chest confirming it. you furrow your eyebrows in concern, also noting the way inumaki had practically sprinted to you moments before for no reason, along with the absence of his usual cheery - "kelp!"- greeting.

"inumaki?" you say once more, your tone both obviously worried and confused, "are you feeling okay?-" you have to practically plant your feet into the ground to stop from stumbling back when inumaki shoves something into your hand suddenly, only realising its a slip of paper when you feel it crinkle in your palm after an experimental squeeze. you look back at inumaki for even just a hint of an explanation, and instead all you get is -

"tuna mayo!" he yells, and then takes off running. you're left in a daze as you watch inumaki's figure become more and more distant, and only when you can no longer see him do you remember the paper currently crinkled up in your hands. the first thing you notice are the little onigiris drawn on the top of the paper, an inumaki staple as you'd like to call it. this time, the onigiris have blush streaks on their 'cheeks' as they hold hands, a single heart bouncing off their heads.

to you,

toge here! obviously i know it's not february anymore, as you (probably? lolol dumbas) know, but panda i'm tired of letting my chances slip past me.

there are so many things i want to say to you every day, but now that i'm here i don't even know where to start, so i'm just going to say it properly. i like you like a shitton. i wish i could say this to you properly, if i had the confidence if i could, i would scream my love for you to the world. i may not be your first date, kiss or love, but i want to be your last, just as i hope you'll be mine.

there are thousands of other things i want to say to you, but i'll save it until i get your reply. please don't feel pressured to accept me, no matter what, you'll always have a special place in my heart, my first love.

from hopefully yours,

toge inumaki. 🍙

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

[buckyismyhusbandsblog]

Reunited

This is a sad piece I wrote a while back.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of hydra torture, mentions of losing a baby.

(Think that’s everything)

Summary: Bucky and reader are reunited after hydra.

Reunited

Steve and the team rescued me from the hydra base I was being held in six months ago. I worked along side the team to get stronger physically and mentally and finally found a home and a family, except something was still missing. Well someone.

One morning we were all hanging out in the common room when Steve walked in. “Hey phe, there’s someone I want you to meet, he’s been away a while but he’s coming back today. He’ll be here at 1 so make sure you all here” he said as he happily walked away.

“So who’s the guy?” I asked Nat and Wanda, they didn’t give me a clear answer, thinking it wasn’t important as I would be meeting him soon. “He’s Steve’s best friend. I think you’ll really get on” Nat said, “you’ve got a lot in common” Wanda continued.

The next few hours we all just hung out. Then the sound of a large jet landing got our attention. Steve ran in here, “he’s here, he’s here” he said happily. “Wait here I’ll bring him down” Steve said practically gliding across the room making us all burst out with laughter.

Steve greeted the mysterious man with a large hug, “I missed so you much buddy” he expressed as the other man hugged him back, “missed you to pal”

“There’s someone I want you to meet, she’s knew here.” Steve said cheerfully as he dragged the man by his arm into the common area. My back was turned from the door as Steve walked in, “hey phoebe, this is James Buchanan Barnes.but we all call him Bucky ” At the sound of his name i let a little “it can’t be” slip out of my mouth as I slowly turned around, staring into his ocean blue eyes like I had done so many times before. A wide smile spread across my face as I ran into his arms jumping over the sofa as he caught me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stared at me lovingly.

“Buck” I finally whispered. “You got out!” I exclaimed. At that his face turned down as he realised the lie hydra told him, that I was dead. “Yeah doll, I’m healed!”

He placed me down gently as he kissed the top of my head. “Your healed?” I said as a huge smile snaked across my lips, “like really? No more trigger words.”

“No doll, I’m me again.” At that I kissed him passionately.

He broke the kiss at Steve giving a light cough to regain our attention. “Im sorry you two know each other”

I looked around the room suddenly being drawn from the euphoric state I had just been in as I remembered the whole team stood there staring at us waiting expectantly for an explanation.

“Me and Buck were partners” I paused slightly “at hydra. We protected each other and promised the other that no matter what they did to us, however many times they blanked us we would remember our love for each other.”

I looked at the floor, tears filling my eyes, “we promised if the other got out we would come back and rescue each other. You never came back” I said as the tears no longer stayed in my eyelids.

At that Bucky remembered what had happened the night he returned, after failing his mission against captain America , my now friend.

He remembered being strapped into a chair as a live video player of me being tortured, raped, burned, stabbed until I was a lifeless body on the floor. Another victim of hydra.

At the sight of my dead body, or what he thought was my dead body he knew he had to escape and live for me, and that’s what he did.

“Doll I watched you die.” He said his eyes hollowing as he saw my face change as I remembered the night he was on about. At that I kissed him again, knowing he did what he thought was right and knowing I would have done the same.

Suddenly I grabbed my necklace. It was small and silver and the only thing I had that was truest mine, on it there was a date, 12/2/14 - I looked down at the necklace my fingers brushing lightly over engraved date Bucky’s gaze following mine. He stopped, his breath halted as a single tear fell down his cheek.

I looked up at him with pained eyes, taking a large sigh in. “His name was Samuel Grant” I said with a small smile, “6pounds 2ounces, and your eyes.”

Bucky’s heart broke as he saw my expression change, stuttering slightly before I carried on with my sentence, Unable to make eye contact…

“He wasn’t enhanced” I whispered weakly, “they took him the next day” I said as I finally broke down falling into Bucky’s arms as I whaled in pain.

The team just stared at us shocked. They knew of hydras horrible acts but never had they imagined against a child, a baby, a less than a day old innocent beautiful baby. My baby.

He held me tightly as he helped me to floor, wrapping as much of me as he could into his large arms, he kissed me head and stroked my hair lightly as he tried his best to ground me, not one of the team knew how to react, Steve quickly got everyone’s attention and ushered them away.

Then it was just me and Bucky, for the first time in so long. After I stopped crying as hard, I turned to face Buck, “I tried. I tried to save him. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect our baby. I’m so sorry I lost him.” I said weakly. “Shh shh shh darling. It wasn’t your fault. It’s gonna be ok my sweet girl. It’s gonna be ok” he cooed until I calmed down.

He picked me up once again and wrapped me in his arms, “come on darling. You need some rest.” He said as he gently walked to his old room.

He opened the door and sighed in relief when he saw that nothing had changed. He placed me gently on the bed as he filled in behind me and drew me into his chest, “loved you then, loved you now” he whispered as he stroked the small of my back to get me to fall asleep like he had done all those years together at hydra.

Soon I was fast asleep, my lips slightly parted as Bucky just stared at me, promising to himself that he would never let me out of his sight again.

I woke up around 5 hours later. Smiling as I saw the man I loved staring down at me peacefully. “How did you sleep my love?” He asked calmly. I paused for a minute, “I didn’t have a nightmare.” I exclaimed with a wide smile. “I haven’t slept more than an hour in the 6 months I’ve been here without a nightmare.”

Bucky looked at me with sad eyes, “six months, you’ve only been here 6 months?”

“Well 185 days but close enough”

I chuckled lightly. He looked dark and upset but refused to say anything, he got up quickly. “Coffee?”

“Please” I said confused at the sudden change of action. He rushed out of the room to find well anyone.

He ran into the kitchen with Steve and Tony mid in conversation. “6 months” he shouted not realising I had been right behind him the whole time. “She’s only been here 6 months. Where was she before?”

“Hydra” Tony said weakly. “We we’re gonna tell you but this isn’t exactly how we saw everything unfolding.” Steve said trying to calm him down.

“6 months, she’s only been out 6 months. I left her there alone for years. You promised you never found anyone else. You promised hydra was destroyed before I went to wakanda.”

“Buck” I whispered lightly. “They moved me, they found me in Russia when they got tipped off about Ulysses Klaue dealing again. Turns out hydra had only grown stronger. They barely got me out alive.”

“Hydras still at large?” He stumbled “and I left you in their hands all this time?” His voice broken as he spoke.

[cloudenthusiast2]

To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 3

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 2 Next: Part 4

Length: ~1000 words (??)

Trigger warnings: yelling, Scara being an asshole (so nothing new)

You stormed into your own house and threw your polearm far away from you. It landed on the other side of the room, loudly clattering on the ground.

You could hear Scaramouche's steps behind you but before he could've caught up to you, you flounced to the kitchen.

All you wanted to do is shut the door behind you but even then, something held you back from doing it. The great sense of justice in you didn't let you separate yourself from your lover.

It wanted to hear an explanation.

How actually desperate you were for one! Even though you were absolutely furious, you still really hoped he could clean himself in your eyes with some words. Yes, it would only take some words, one sentence or a half and...

'You runned of like a spoilt child.'

You bit your lips to lock them and keep yourself from screaming and yelling at him.

What were you even hoping for? It's Scaramouche, he obviously won't realise he hurt you.

With slow movements, you turned around to face him. You looked into his icy eyes and when you spoke, your voice was just as cold as his gaze.

'Dare to explain what happened?'

'Are you stupid? You saw it with your own eyes.'

'I meant your reaction' you hissed in fury.

His answer was to simply shrug his shoulders.

'I sent them away. You should be grateful I did that before you could've made the situation worse.'

'Say, Balladeer' you narrowed your eyes. 'What would you have done if it was the other way? If my people attacked yours?'

He didn't even hesitate.

'Kill them' he claimed in a way that said the answer should've been obvious for you.

You tried to remain calm as you asked him:

'And you don't see a problem here?'

He has been standing in the kitchen's door but now he walked inside, closer to you. His movements seemed kind of threatening but you didn't move back an inch.

You always turned a blind eye to the truth about him. It was time to face it.

He stopped a feet away from you. He didn't come closer to try and reassure you, he did it to make sure you heard everything he said well.

'Shall I be the one to break it to you?' He asked mockingly, his grin showing pity and despite at the same time. 'I think it's time you finally realise. That these people's lives mean nothing.'

'You can't actually mean that' you declared immediately.

Scaramouche laughed and his voice sent shivers down your spine - instead of making you smile like it used to do.

'You're so naive, it kills me! My dear, I knew you were attached to these people but I had no idea you actually take this thing so seriously.'

'What the hell are you talking about?'

Your harsh, freezing cold tone wiped the smile off his face.

He rose his hands and tilted his hat back a little to take a good look at your face. The previous, icy look took over his expression once again as he spoke.

'These weak mortals are nothing but dust coming from dust.' He said bluntly and you knew he meant every single word that came out of his mouth. 'Their lives hold no meaning. They born, reproduce then die in a spam of some years. Disposable garbage.'

'So' your voice shook as you tried to speak after a long silence. 'This is... what I am to you? Replaceable, disposable garbage?'

'What?' You had every right to be shocked but now he seemed surprised as well. He shook his head, the bells on his clothing violently clinking. 'No, of course not. You're obviously different.'

'Why?'

Scaramouche blenched at this simple question and quietly stared for a minute.

You were deeply shook. So many emotions were fighting inside you but all you felt at that moment was deep, incredible sadness. You gulped to hold back your tears and repeated the question.

'Why... would I be any different?'

'Well... because you belong to me' he finally answered.

'Scaramouche, you're delusional!' You bursted out.

You started laughing. Because you couldn't believe you actually thought he was a good person. Because you were hysterical and made a stupid pun since he literally had a delusion himself.

'I'm only saying the truth!' He barked irately.

'You're lying!' You snapped so loudly that he unintentionally took a step back.

Scaramouche has never seen you like this. So mad. So done. You were patient with everyone and never raised your voice at him or anyone else.

'You're lying!' There was so much power and anger in your shout that it actually took his voice away. 'Mortals aren't insignificant just because beings exist that are more powerful than them! Not a single human's life is worthless! They have hopes and ambitions, they have the ability to change the world around them, just like you do! They feel, just like you... should do.'

You glared at him in fury, fervid fire burning in your eyes. You let go of the chair you have been holding onto and stepped closer to him.

He stood there without moving an inch, even when you put your face close so to his, he could feel your warm breath on his skin.

'I don't know what happened' you whispered quietly. 'But something is clearly wrong with you. Just what happened in Inazuma?'

'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Scaramouche finally moved. He grabbed your arm and pushed you further away from himself.

He thought that way he'd finally be able to breath freely but the weight on his chest didn't weigh less, even like this. It should've been a warning sign but the growing annoyance and anger inside his heart completely blinded him.

'I always felt like this' he stated, not caring about the impact his words caused. 'You knew it, don't try to deny the truth! And you know that I'm right! Face it!'

'You're not!' You screamed back at him. 'I will rather die before I agree anything you said!'

'Oh, you are going to die indeed if you keep believing in those ridiculous views of yours, don't worry.'

The exact moment these words left Scaramouche's lips, he deeply regretted saying them.

His heartbeat dropped as he saw your eyes widen.

There was a short silence.

Then you spoke.

'Get out' you whispered, your voice dying away. 'Get out of... my house.'

He looked at you once again. Opened his mouth then closed it.

You looked... broken. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to just replace the pieces that fell out because of him.

But the freezing cold that surrounded his heart suddenly started to melt away as his dismay slowly turned into anger.

Why should he feel bad again? It was you in the first place who had ridiculous views, it was you who got sensitive when all he did was to just tell you the truth! You were in the wrong here, not him!

'Leave' you repeated in a shaking but determined voice.

'Gladly' he nodded and the corners of his mouth curved up into a mocking, sarky smile. 'You're doing nothing but a burden holding me back anyway.'

'I said, leave!' You rose your voice one more time, trying your hardest not to cry in front of him. 'And don't ever come back again!'

Scaramouche laughed as he turned his back on you.

'Don't worry, I don't intend to. But don't say I didn't warn you!' He added as he waved goodbye. He stopped at the door for a moment and looked back at you one last time. 'One day you'll come to your senses and all of your ideals will be shattered. Looking forward to it.'

Your tears blurred your vision as you watched him walk out on the door he not so long ago stepped in as your lover.

And now that you were completely alone...

You could break down.

[helloalycia]

a bitch [two] // leigh shaw

summary: when you finally decide to confront leigh about the incident, things don't go to plan.

warning/s: cheating, arguing, confrontation

author's note: here’s part two! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

I refused to paint Leigh in the worst light, even if I'd seen her that way. She ended up staying the night at mine to pass out without being around her sister with her hangover, and I tried not to mind. I was patient for the rest of the evening and the following morning, trying not to assume the worst. But it was hard to do that when she continued to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

My paranoia get the better of me, as whenever she got a text or slipped out for a phone call, all I could see was her and Abby making out at the party. Why hadn't she told me what happened if it wasn't what it seemed? The only explanation could be that she didn't want me to know, which meant she was hiding it, which meant she was cheating on me. Just like Alex.

It was later that following day after the party when I was sat on the dining table doing some work on my laptop and she was sat on the couch. Her phone vibrated, followed by a tone, signalling she got a text, and I tried not to writhe with discomfort in my seat. She scoffed before tossing her phone to the other end of the couch.

"What is it?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, even though my heart was bruising.

"Nothing," she mumbled, eyes fixated on the telly.

I gave her all of my attention now, curious. "Go on, what is it? It's clearly not nothing."

She tilted her head to look at me. Sighing, she said like it was no big deal, "Drew wants me to work on a piece, but with somebody else. And you know I'm not a fan of collaborative writing."

Forcing a smile, I hummed in acknowledgement. "Who is it? The person he wants you to work with?"

Looking back to the TV casually, she shrugged. "Abby."

Just the mere mention of that girl's name in Leigh's mouth left a bitter taste in mine. And the longer I watched Leigh staring at the TV without a care in the world, oblivious to the fact that my heart was breaking because of her, the more I wanted to burst. And I eventually did.

"I know you're cheating on me," I blurted, making her look to me with a baffled expression.

"What?"

Deciding to roll with it, I closed my laptop and met her confused stare. "Don't try to hide it, Leigh, I know. I saw you last night. At the party." She continued to play dumb, so I added with distaste, "You were kissing Abby."

Leigh opened her mouth, half-gasping and half entertained as if I was suggesting the most ridiculous thing. "You're kidding, right? That's– that's what you think of me?"

I stood up quickly, glaring at her through glassy eyes. "Don't act coy. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to wait for you to explain yourself just in case I misinterpreted, but you continued to hide it. No doubt hiding every other moment you spend with her, too, right?"

Leigh's confusion was quickly replaced with anger, as she stood up from her place on the couch and walked towards me, pointing a finger my way.

"How dare you jump to conclusions like that!"

"It's not jumping!" I shouted, unable to stop my emotions getting the better of me. "It's facts!" Smiling bitterly, I shook my head, vision blurry with unshed tears. "I always had my suspicions that she liked you, but I never thought it could be the other way, too..."

Leigh's glare was fiery. She clenched her fists by her side as she studied my expression, attempting to find an explanation for this accusation. And the fact that she was still playing dumb pissed me off.

"God, everybody told me that you could be like this," I muttered between gritted teeth. "You flip-flop between emotions. The constant mood swings, an explosion that everyone gets caught up in."

She crossed her arms, shrugging sarcastically. "Don't hold back or anything. Say what you really mean."

I clenched my jaw and stared at her, tears finally flowing. How could this be the same person I was in love with?

"I shouldn't have expected any different when it came to your partners," I finished with a hurt voice.

Her eyes narrowed as my words settled in. "Fuck you."

"Well, you won't be, will you? You're too busy fucking Abby!"

"You're not even giving me chance to explain!" she shouted with irritation.

"Explain what?! How you kept this from me? How you had all day to explain and you just didn't?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "You know, sometimes you can be such a..." I searched for the right word before my frustration landed on only one. "Such a bitch."

She pressed her trembling lips together as she glowered at me through teary eyes. It stung, knowing I was the reason she was upset. But she cheated on me. I had every right to be.

"Fuck off," she said harshly, before turning to grab her phone and jacket.

Slipping on her shoes, she stuck a middle finger in the air before leaving my house. I glared at the space where she was stood, heart pounding in my ears and chest tightening with discomfort. She deserved it. She did exactly what Alex did.

But this hurt so much more.

—

I woke up late the next morning since I didn't have work and I was too devastated to do anything but stay in bed. Last night was difficult, just like the night before, and when I finally found myself falling asleep, all I dreamt of was Leigh.

Even though I didn't want to, I felt a guilt thrumming in my chest when my words came back to mind. I shouldn't have reacted so badly... and I definitely shouldn't have called her a bitch. My anger just took over, pushing away my love for her, and attacked her without question. But God, it still hurt. Just thinking about her with someone else reminded me of Alex and the voice message and–

Staying in bed sounded like the best option. But of course, the world had other plans.

My phone dinged, signalling I had a text, and I reluctantly reached over to my bedside table to pull it off charge. Through sleep-filled eyes, I tried to make out the name on the screen.

           Leigh ♥️

Suddenly awake, I swiped to open the message and felt my heart drop as I read it.

          Leigh ♥️: Fuck you.

Attached was a video, and as much as I wanted to get pissed at her text, I was curious to know what she'd sent. Playing it, I soon realised it was CCTV footage from her workplace, outside the toilets. At first, I squeezed my phone, thinking she'd sent it to rub it in my face. But then as I continued to watch, I saw the moments I missed last night.

Leigh walked out the toilet and Abby pulled her to the side, attempting to talk to her about something. There was no sound to the clip, but it was clear that Leigh was trying to back away and go elsewhere. They talked, Leigh using that smile she used when she was trying to be polite, before Abby suddenly pushed herself on her, kissing her. I pulled a face at the sight, reliving it all over again, but then Leigh shoved her away with anger.

Again, there was no sound, but I recognised that familiar Leigh wrath she subjected people to when they pissed her off. Hands were waving around as she seemed to be shouting in Abby's face, her face set into a permanent scowl as she did. Then she turned and stormed away, and the video ended.

Lowering my phone, I stared at the ceiling with a lump in my throat. She hadn't cheated, I'd just walked in on the wrong moment. Every horrible thing I'd said to her... completely uncalled for. No wonder she was angry and upset when I'd accused her – she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Fuck!" I shouted to nothing, before throwing my phone to the end of the bed with annoyance.

How the hell was I to make this right?

—

I spent the remainder of the morning trying to think of what I could do. Leigh wouldn't want to speak to me, understandably, but I had to try. It would be a terrible apology, but I couldn't just leave it. I loved her and I could only hope she'd still love me, even after every nasty thing I spat her way.

Knowing she'd be at work, I gave her boss and best friend, Drew, a call. Hopefully she hadn't told him everything I'd done otherwise he was definitely going to ignore me.

After a few rings, he finally answered and I couldn't stop my fingers from drumming against my thigh nervously.

"Y/N, thank God you rang! I was just about to call you," he said before I could build up the courage to speak.

I furrowed my brows. "You were?"

"You should come pick up your girlfriend," he said, and I figured he didn't know. "I don't know what her problem is and, don't get me wrong, I love Leigh, but I can't condone violence at the workplace."

My eyes widened so much I was surprised they didn't fall out my head. "What?!"

With a mixture of amazement and disappointment, he answered, "She punched a colleague of hers, Abby, in the face. It was so out of the blue – a solid punch to the jaw. Broke her knuckles, I think."

Jaw dropping, I forgot how to speak.

"She's at the hospital," he continued. "Thankfully, Abby isn't pressing charges – no idea why not, not that I want Leigh to get arrested obviously – but damn, there's a lot of paperwork to do and–"

"Drew!" I cut him off, worrying myself with thoughts of Leigh at the hospital by herself. "Text me the address. I'm on my way."

The drive to the hospital was agonisingly long, but I reached it quite quickly. I did attempt to call Leigh, unable to stop myself from checking if she was okay, but she didn't answer. This did nothing to ease my concern.

After making my way through the hospital, I finally arrived at Leigh's room. I let myself in, seeing her sat on a hospital bed with an ice pack covering her hand, balanced on a table. At the sight of me, she rolled her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she muttered lowly, refusing to meet my gaze.

I stepped inside hesitantly, my guilt returning as I remembered everything I accused her off. "Drew told me what happened."

She clenched her jaw. "Well, I'm not a baby. I'm fine on my own."

Ignoring her rightful annoyance, I sighed quietly. "Really, Leigh? You punched her?"

As if realising how silly it sounded when I said it aloud, she looked the other way and stayed quiet. Her jaw was still clenched as she contained her anger.

"What's the damage?" I asked, hoping my concern wouldn't piss her off. As always, I was wrong.

"None of your damn business," she snapped, still not looking my way.

I frowned, approaching her bedside, but she still refused to look my way. "Leigh, I want to apologise, I do, but I need to make sure you're okay first."

She rolled her eyes before finally looking to me and glaring powerfully. If I hadn't experienced being in a fight with Leigh before, I would have definitely tucked tail and ran. But I'd known her long enough to know that the mask of anger she wore right now was only a cover for the hurt she felt. The hurt I'd caused her. 

"You don't need to do anything," she retorted, before nodding to the door. "You can go."

My heart pounded with guilt. "Leigh, please.”

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch or anything," she cut me off bitterly, before looking away and frowning to herself.

The words I'd said to her in a moment of fury returned to mind and I'd never hated myself more than in that moment.

"You know, since Matt died, almost everyone I know called me a bitch," she revealed quietly, voice filled with pain rather than hostility. "Even my family. Especially my family. But you... you never called it me, Y/N. Not once. Not even when I deserved it."

The silence that followed her words was deafening. Why the hell did I have to call her that? Why?

Before I could even think of how to respond, the door to her room opened and in walked a doctor, holding what looked like print-outs of x-ray scans.

"Oh," he said with mild confusion as he spotted me by Leigh's bedside. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Leigh's doctor. Doctor Syed. And you are?"

"Her girlfriend," I replied, just as she also replied, "My ex."

I gave her a stern look, accepting if she wanted to break up, but definitely not leaving her here alone.

"I'd like to stay if that's okay," I told Doctor Syed, sensing his confusion as he looked between Leigh and I, attempting to make out whatever was happening.

To my surprise, Leigh didn't argue, even when the doctor looked her way to see if she had a problem. She simply rolled her eyes, scoffed quietly, and said nothing.

Taking this as a response, Doctor Syed proceeded to explain about Leigh's injury, particularly the broken bones in her knuckle. Apparently she'd punched Abby with so much force that she'd literally broken the bone with a crack. The x-ray proved just that and gave the doctor a perfect sight of where he could fix it, thankfully, without surgery.

I waited with an unusually quiet Leigh as he put a splint and cast on her hand there and then. He then spoke about recovery times and how she was to look after herself. After writing up a prescription for pain meds and handing it to her, he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Is that all okay, Miss Shaw?" he asked.

Leigh was too busy brooding to listen, so I smiled at the doctor instead.

"I'll make sure she does that," I answered for her. "Thank you, doctor."

He nodded and returned the smile before wishing us luck and leaving. I looked to Leigh, who was quick to get up and grab her jacket, being careful with her hand. The two of us said nothing as we left the room and hospital, making our way out onto the street. Before I could ask how she was getting home, she began to walk away from me.

I groaned inwardly before following after her, stopping her from going any further. She glared across from me.

"What?" she said through gritted teeth.

"I can give you a ride home," I offered. "I parked down the street."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine walking."

I gave her a knowing look. "Leigh, you just broke your hand."

Realising my point, she sighed. "Fine. I'll call literally anyone but you for a ride."

Okay, I deserved that, but it still stung.

"Fine," I said, before waiting with her as she made the call.

She took a seat on the bench to the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, and I joined her, making her scoff.

"Just to make sure you get home safe," I said, when she gave me an incredulous look.

"Whatever," she mumbled, before watching the road for her taxi.

When it finally arrived, she didn't even spare me a glance before getting in and leaving. I sighed with regret, glad she was okay but realising I still hadn't had the chance to apologise to her. I was still yet to make this right.

—

It was the next day when I'd deemed it enough time to have given her space whilst also deciding I had to tell her how sorry I was before it was too late.

Building the courage to approach her front door was one thing, but knocking was another. I'm pretty sure I stared at the wood for ages before actually lifting my hand to knock. And even then, my heart was still pounding nervously in my chest.

After a moment, the door opened and revealed Leigh. But as soon as she recognised me, she made a move to close it.

"Leigh, please, wait–!" I tried, and put my foot in the doorway so she couldn't close it.

"I have nothing to say to you!" she exclaimed with irritation, glaring at me when she noticed my foot in the way. "Move it, Y/N."

"You don't have to say anything," I said with a frown and apologetic eyes. "Just hear me out. Please."

She pressed her lips together firmly, disguising her hurt with frustration. But when her eyes met mine, the pain was there and I felt guilty all over again, knowing I'd made her out to be the worst.

"I never should have said what I did," I started quickly, not wanting to lose my chance. "And I definitely shouldn't have called you a–" I winced, hating the word more than ever. "A bitch. I know you get angry when you're upset and that should've been my first indicator to knowing something wasn't right. I should've heard you out."

"But you didn't," she cut me off with a terrifyingly calm voice. "You jumped to conclusions instead. When I've never given you any reason to doubt me."

I licked my lips and looked down shamefully. She was right. "I know."

"Do you?" she asked rhetorically, a hint of resentment in her voice. "Because you jumped on me so fast that I didn't even see it coming."

Risking looking up, I saw the defensive stance she took, arms crossed judgementally and jaw tensed with annoyance.

"For the record," she added, expression softening a little, "I didn't tell you about the kiss because it meant nothing and I didn't want to upset you for no reason."

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, the guilt thickening and squeezing the life out of me.

"I can't believe you'd think I would do something like that to you," she admitted with a heartbreaking voice, uncrossing her arms. "I love you, Y/N. I'd never hurt you like that. Never."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose, memories of Alex flooding to the surface. "I know, Leigh, I know. I do."

She sighed before me. "Then why?"

Releasing my nose, I opened my eyes and was surprised at the blurriness, tears having formed. I was losing the woman I love because of my stupidity and I couldn't. I couldn't lose her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"Do you remember my last girlfriend?" I asked reluctantly, before clearing my throat. "Alex?"

Her brows creased together with confusion. "Yes. What about her?"

Letting out an embarrassed sigh, I avoided Leigh's gaze. "We broke up because she cheated on me. With... with someone from work."

When Leigh didn't say anything, I looked up and saw her shocked expression.

"What?" she asked with disbelief. "You said it was a mutual breakup."

I pinched the skin inside my palm to feel something other than hurt and awkwardness. "I– it was easier to say that than admit the truth because the truth was– is embarrassing." Unable to hold her gaze for much longer, I focused on the door next to her. "You were going through a lot at the time, Leigh. The last thing you needed was to deal with my bullshit, too."

She frowned, trying to meet my eyes, but I was too ashamed to look her way. "You should've told me, Y/N."

I shook my head slowly. "I shouldn't have. Just like I shouldn't have assumed you'd be like her. I just– I got horribly insecure and I know that you're not her. You're nothing like her. And I shouldn't have treated you like the villain."

"No...," she began, still adjusting to my words. "No, that makes so much sense." Her good hand rested on my cheek as she forced me to look her way. "I'm so sorry that happened."

I pulled back, her hand dropping to her side, and wiped away a stray tear. I'd never meant to earn her pity – I'd done something wrong. This wasn't me earning sympathy, I just wanted her to know the truth.

"I don't want you to apologise," I told her. "I just want you to understand that I'm sorry. So sorry, Leigh. I hate that I– I ruined something good, something amazing. I never meant for this to happen," I motioned to her hand, "and I don't want you to think of me like– like– like this. Like–"

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. "I don't. I really don't."

I closed my eyes and stuffed my head into her neck, holding her tightly. She stroked the back of my hair soothingly and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

"I forgive you," she murmured, and just like that, relief spread through me. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I promise I'd never to that to you. Never in a million years."

I pulled apart, wiping my tears away sheepishly whilst nodding. "I know you wouldn't, Leigh. I'm sorry for even thinking that you would."

She cupped my cheek, using her thumb to swipe away a tear. Green eyes met mine, sparkling with unshed tears that made me feel guilty because I'd never wanted to make her cry.

"I know you are," she said gently, before offering me a small smile. "Come inside, yeah? You can make it up to me by watching movies with me."

I let out a small laugh and she smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips before holding out her hand. I rested mine in hers and let her lead me inside, hand tingling where her skin touched mine.

Leigh Shaw was anything but a bitch. She was the most caring, considerate person I'd ever met, and when she flashed me a reassuring smile as we headed to the couch, I knew one thing.

I was lucky to have her.

[dracossweetprincess]

Hey Helena I hope I’m requesting this in the correct spot , I apologize if I’m not. I saw you were taking requests and also write smut. So I don’t usually request smut, I thought this picture would hopefully inspire someone to write a Draco x reader imagine. I thought maybe you could add fluff in it to and reader finds out she is pregnant.

let me distract you | d.m

dracoxfem.reader

request: yes/no

preview: draco comes home from work extremely stressed, and y/n tries to distract him.

warnings: SMUT (+18), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that), degrading kink, bondage kink, rough draco, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy, soft draco in the end.

To say Draco was stressed was an understatement. Life as a Healer definitely wasn’t easy, so Draco decided to take a break and come back home early. He fumbled with his keys, to finally open the door.

Y/n on the other hand was on a quite good mood, humming in the kitchen as she started making dinner. She heard the sound of the door click, keys being put down and shoes being taken off. She expected Draco to greet her with a soft and caring smile, as he usually did, but this time was different as he didn’t walk in the kitchen to give her a kiss.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but decided to just let it be. What she didn’t expect was to hear someone walk into the kitchen fifteen minutes later, as she looked around was her eyes widened as she was met with her completely naked boyfriend, cock standing tall.

“Draco what the-“

“No time for explanations, just need to fuck you. I want you upstairs, naked on the bed, legs spread,” He demanded, “Do you understand?” He asked gripping her chin. “Yes Draco.” She nodded. “It’s sir to you.”

As Y/n started to walk upstairs, already feeling a pool of wetness inside her panties. “Oh and if you lay one finger on that wet pussy while you wait, we’re done for the night Y/n.” He growled, as Y/n nodded again and jogged upstairs.

Y/n didn’t have to wait long, as Draco walked into the bedroom with two dark green silk ties in his hand. “Daddy had a really stressful day at work. He really needed his baby. So now his baby is gonna be a good girl and his gonna let him stretch her tight little cunt open.” Y/n was at a loss for words, as Draco ran the tip of his cock along her slit spreading her juices making her whine.

Without warnings, he slammed himself in her tight walls making Y/n let out a scream. He didn’t move though, he tied her legs and arms with his silk tie. He finally started to move, her clenching pussy feeling like pure heaven to him as he forgot how stressed he was.

“So fucking tight. So fucking good. Letting me fuck her like the little worthless whore she is.” He continued slamming into her, completely railing her as her thighs were shaking and the bed giggled. Y/n felt his tip brush over he g-spot continuously, as she moaned loudly. “Right- right there sir!” Honestly embarrassing how effective his cock was on her.

“Right here? You little slut.” He spat on her mouth, that wad open in a perfect shape of an ‘O’. “Swallow.” Y/n felt shivers down her spine, as she swallowed. “Look at my nasty little slut. Laying there like such a good girl while I use your body.” Y/n’s stomach starting to feel tingly, as she knew she was about to burst.

“I’m gonna cum sir. Can I please cum? Fuck-“ Draco’s cock completely slamming into her spongy spot. “Hmm no. Wait a little more for me you little slut.” Y/n whined, disappointed but not surprise as she already knew Draco would deny her. “So good on my cock baby, look at you, letting me fuck you into oblivion.” Draco’s dirty talk only made Y/n more wet than she already was, as her arousal ran down her thighs.

“Scream baby, let the neighbors now my name.” Draco grunted, also close to his orgasm as his hips snapped into hers. “Draco!” Y/n moaned loudly, the sound probably audible to the whole street. “Cum baby. Cum now.” Y/n burst on Draco’s cock, as he came right after her, balls deep inside her, filling her up to the brim.

The pair breathed heavily, as Draco pulled out. “So good for me, angel. Felt so fucking good. Now come on baby, I believe a warm bath and a cuddling appointment awaits you.”

Y/n couldn’t believe it.

Positive.

Last week, they had been so eager that they forgot to cast a protection spell. Tears of joy spilled through her eyes, as Y/n was over the moon. Everything seemed perfect for a second, until a thought hit her like a wave.

What if Draco didn’t want the baby? What if Draco would call her irresponsible and left her? What if Draco didn’t want to have kids with her?

All these overwhelming deep thoughts flooded through her mind, as she didn’t even notice Draco walking in the bathroom and asking if she had figured out what was wrong. He sat down on the floor next to her, as he leaned his head on her shoulder. His touch finally bringing her back to reality, as she saw Draco’s widened eyes as she stared at the pregnancy test.

“Y-you’re...p-pregnant?” He asked, stuttering. “Y-yes.” Tears spilled through her eyes, as she let out a sob, suddenly doubting Draco would want a baby with her. “Y-you’re carrying my child?” He asked again, still not believing what he had just seen and heard. Y/n just nodded, looking down as Draco jumped up, picking her up bridal style and spinning her around.

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!” Draco yelled, making sure everyone in the neighborhood knew that he was the luckiest man in the world with the most amazing wife and now unborn child. Y/n had her head hidden on his neck, as he felt wetness against it and let her down more carefully realizing he had to be more careful with her now.

“Why are you crying, darling?” He asked. Now he was nervous. Did she not want his?

“I- I thought that maybe you wouldn’t want the b-baby.” Y/n sobbed softly. “Not want the baby? My love, you’re my sunshine and I love you more than life itself. I’m proud to say I’m the luckiest man in the world to be married to the most gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, caring and kind woman and that I love the most..apart from mum of course.”

“So yes there’s nothing I want more than to have a family with you. I love you my princess.” Y/n smiled, as Draco kneeled down, pressing a soft kiss to her belly. “Hey baby. It’s your daddy. Me and your mommy love you very very much, and we can’t wait to meet you.” Y/n smiled at how cute he was being.

“But I’d prefer you call me dada cause your mom already calls me daddy.” Y/n couldn’t see it, but she just knew Draco was smirking as she slapped his arm. “Draco!” She scolded, as he chuckled and standing up again.

“I’m so excited we’re starting our own little family.” He said, pressing a brief kiss to her strawberry lips.

“Me too. Our own little family.”

[brenbrennn]

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘳'𝘴...ღ

Summary: You haven't really come out to the others fully in the mighty nein about your internal struggles, the only thing you’ve really disclosed is what you would like them to call you by (obviously). They fully excepted your explanation right off the bat. Though for the most part, you were pretty comfortable with who you were, a side of you despised your body. Especially the way you presented. So you started to bind up your chest not to feel any less dread about your tits. There's a day though when that dysphoria hits you like a bag of bricks so you go to your ‘friend’ for advice. That friend being Caleb Widogast. Authors Note: Hey-lo! I decided to get this out today seeing as I’m still in the process of finishing up a critical role request. Originally this was supposed to be for all of the adventuring party but I made up my mind on posting only the Caleb part. Maybe if its wanted I’ll write for the rest of the party.  Warnings: Depictions of Body dysmorphia , venting , and reader is mentioned to have boobs in the summary.  Caleb Widogast!!- *While strolling around and adventuring with the others he noticed your odd behavior, he has a good eye for body language *The entire time you seemed uncomfortable. Very much sulking in posture and keeping a  odd stance. *He didnt want to break any boundaries so he didnt press,  he just left it bee. It was until you knocked on the door of his and Notts inn room. *At the time she was not in so Caleb just sat crisscrossed on his bed, his spellbook in hand. *His head graced up from the pages and his face grew to one of confusion. As you opened the door he noticed your dry, red eyes and that confusion grew more concern. *He tapped his book shut and clamped it back where it always went, you both hadn't shared a word yet. Until he just gave you a look of wanting to help as much as he could. *His hand gestured to the empty room on his bed and you made your way over, plopping right on the mattress. There was silence until that gate you tried to keep from bursting open did just that. Wet and grime tears seeped out of your eyes, and your whole ‘okay’ layer completely shattered. *Caleb felt a hard-hitting feeling of guilt and hurt, guilt because he hated seeing you like this. He wasnt the best at giving comfort/advice (at least to him) but he would try anything to make your harsh feelings filter out. *You spilled the whole binding situation and you poured out the hurtful feelings you had on your whole outward presentation. How it was so uncomfortable and dreadful on the days your brain would force you to remember how your physique wasnt perfectly tied up in a bow. He just quietly listened to your rant, knowing that you right now just probably wanted another person to listen to you. *Caleb understood those feelings to a whole level and gave the most Caleb advice ever. That he very much got where you were coming from, that you weren't crazy. “This is a totally normal feeling and Im sorry I can't help you fix it. But you’re still you... You are still the person I know and love.” Gently he cupped your cheeks. “The mind is a horrible thing but a good one, and the thoughts can get too loud. I wish I could just fix it but Im glad to help you find better ways to feel more assured in your body instead of binding.” *Suddenly, a warm bundle of fur hopped onto the bed and curled up in the middle of you both. Caleb and you shared a small chuckle, A dash of a warm smile fell on Caleb's face. It was nice to see you more at ease than when you entered. Your hand went right to petting the cute little cat and the air became more light. *Slowly , the room door creaked open. Nott was in the doorway (flask in hand) like “What did I miss??”

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An eventful birthday

Did he want to make love to you?

Pairing : Young Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Warnings : slight smut ; little bit of swearing ; caught during sex ; teasing in public 

Wordcount : 3, 712 words

Request : Maraudeur era Severus x reader’s first time 

I think I got a little too excited about this order so here is the resume. I did two different version with the same base “ severus and reader’s first time.”  Don't hesitate to tell me if you like it or not.

Resume : Severus and Reader have been together for a while but have never had sex. Reader is getting impatient and decides to invite her boyfriend to her house for the vacations. With Lucius' help, Severus takes the invitation as an implicit request for sex, so he spends the beginning of the vacation educating himself on the subject, until the big day. D-Day, which turns out to be Y/n's birthday... !

Severus waddled from one foot to the other, in front of the blue door of a small country house, wondering if he should enter or not. 

That blue door was yours. You and Severus had been dating since the beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts. You were the one who made the first move, asking him via owl if he would like to go out with you. To your surprise he agreed. In the early days, your relationship had been tedious, Severus having trouble showing you affection in public and even being unpleasant at times, but you knew him well enough to know that he didn't want to hurt you. He was just a little proud. It had to be said that the rumors that were circulating about you didn't help. Some said Severus had used dark magic to make you fall in love with him, others thought he was using you. In short, the rumors were far from reality, making Severus a despicable man when he was only afraid. Personally, you didn't care what people said or thought, but that wasn't entirely true of your boyfriend. So with all the patience you had, you managed to make him more comfortable, to make your relationship evolve so that it lasts. Taking all the necessary first steps, erasing his doubts one after the other. Yes, your sixth year had been an emotional one.

 And you were not at the end of your sorrows, already another obstacle was standing in your way. A few months before the end of the year, you had started sleeping with Severus, either in your dormitory or in his. Of course you only did this, out of respect for your respective roommates, but mostly because every time you tried to exchange more than a kiss with Severus, he found an excuse not to. This behavior had annoyed you a little and even hurt you but you didn't give up and ended up inviting him to spend the vacations at your place knowing that he would have no excuse and would have to explain what was bothering him. 

Severus was surprised that you invited him so suddenly, he had been disturbed by your behavior for a few months. It must be said, he was not very good with women and had gone to his best friend, Lucius Malfoy, to ask his advice. He had described to him, the changes he had noticed in the way you dressed, the way you spoke to him, and all the weird phrases that just didn't make sense to his ears.

Lucius had laughed at his explanation, confiding that you wanted to have sex with him. Severus was taken aback.

"Don't look so surprised, my friend. You told me she'd had other boyfriends before you, right?” he nodded “So, it's only natural, your little Y/n wants you to fuck her. You want that too, don't you Sev?"

Severus thought for a moment. Did he want to make love to you? The answer had come to him naturally ; of course. You was the smartest girl he knew, you always understood him, you always seemed to know what to say to make him feel confident, he wanted to confide in you all his problems, to hold you until morning and he understood that now, he would love to see your naked body and feel your warmth against him. But he was not reassured by the idea of you seeing him naked, he was afraid of disappointing you. Lucius then set out to teach Severus what he called the basics of a good fuck. He took his role as a teacher so much to heart that he spent most of the night before the vacations making a book for Severus. 

The book was read in one night. Although he wasn't sure if you would like most of the practices described in Lucius's manual, Severus was a little reassured to have a minimum of knowledge before taking action. He would never have thought that sex was a subject that required so much knowledge. Severus didn't have time to continue thinking as the door in front of him opened, revealing a jovial looking woman, whom he recognized as one of your mothers. Because yes, you had two mothers.  

"Severus, my boy, come in! Y/n is in her room. You can join her if you like. We'll call you when the food is ready. Oh and you should take your suitcase up with you."

He didn't have time to put one in before your mother had already joined your other mother in the kitchen. Just starting to get used to so much kindness as he had been coming to your house as a friend for a while, he stammered a slightly embarrassed thank you before running upstairs to find you. You was sitting at your window reading,when he enter your room. When you heard him come in you looked up from your book and smiled at him with a smile that would warm the coldest heart.

You were about to stand up and greet him when to your surprise he came up to you faster than a flash of lightning and kissed you fiercely. You kissed back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Severus" you breathed between kisses.

"Y/n" he replied as he pushed you towards your bed without breaking the kiss.

"Y/n, the boys have arrived, they are asking where they ca... Oh!"

Severus turned around and came face to face with Lily Evans leaning on Y/n's bedroom door. Her gaze darted back and forth between your two faces and the position she had found you in.

"I think... I better go ask your mothers," she disappeared down the stairs, closing the door behind her.

Severus stood up in a bit of a panic as you burst out laughing. He questioned you with his eyes as he thought you had gone mad.

"By Merlin, I've never seen you this enterprising and Lily had to come in.

"Repeating the facts doesn't make them any less dramatic, you know Y/n? What are we going to do now that she's seen us? And what is she doing here anyway?" he said with a frown.

"Well, just like you and pretty much my entire group of friends, she was invited home to celebrate my birthday." your smile lost a little of its luster as your boyfriend broke down before your eyes.

Your birthday. He had forgotten your birthday. Severus felt like the biggest idiot in the world as he stammered a "yes, of course" while trying to avoid your gaze. You could tell by his demeanor, but you didn't have time to get your head around it, as someone knocked on the door. A few seconds later, your other mother's purple head appeared in the doorway, letting you know that the meal was ready and that all the guests were there. You and Severus walked downstairs with your mother to the dining room, decorated with colorful lanterns and holiday streamers. Around the table chatting were your friends, Remus,Sirius, Lily, Dorcas, Mary, Arthur, Frank, James and Marlene. All of them came from different groups of friends but were willing to mix for you. Since only the ends of the table were left, you and Severus sat away from each other. But it was all right, your mind was still on the revelation he had made to you indirectly a few minutes earlier. James and Sirius spat at Severus, who didn't react, just sat at the other end of the table, staring at the plate in front of him. Severus' string of bizarre behaviors reinforced the idea that something was wrong. 

Normally, Severus was one of the sweetest, most caring men you'd ever met, and because of his family history, he was so desperate for love and affection that he found it hard not to look at you, or give you compliments, awkward ones, but still compliments. But the last few weeks before the vacations, he had insisted on sleeping alone, and now he had forgotten your birthday, there was definitely something wrong. You did your best to focus on the moment and not think too much. This allowed you to have a nice meal, surrounded by the good mood of your friends and family. When the meal was over, the lanterns went out as your mom came into the dining room with a huge cake of your favorite flavor in her hands. All your friends began to sing around the table, wishing you a happy birthday. That was it. You were finally 17, you couldn't help but shed a tear or two after blowing out the candles. The cake was cut and served and then it was time for the gifts. One by one the gifts came to rest in front of you as you tore off the wrapping paper that wrapped them. You received a broom set, sweets and many other gifts that filled you with joy. Each of the guests pointed to themselves after you opened their gift for you to thank them.

"And you, Severus? Where is your gift for Y/n?" Mary asked innocently.

All eyes turned to Severus as his cheeks turned crimson. He felt terrible for forgetting your birthday and now he was paying the price. He was going to have to admit that he didn't have one in front of everyone. What kind of boyfriend could forget such an important day?

"I don't..." he began.

"Severus was giving it to me as soon as he arrived, he's still in my room," you answered to avoid an affront to your boyfriend.

For the first time all evening, Severus looked up at you with hopeful eyes. You'd had time to digest the news, and while you weren't mad at him yet, he had better have a good excuse. You knew your friends well enough to know that Sirius and James would have been happy to put Severus down again, so you didn't give them the chance. The rest of the evening was spent in a calm and good mood, the small group of teenagers having moved into the living room to play teenage games like Monopoly, truth or dare etc. Once your mothers were in bed, Severus slid in beside you on the couch and shyly took your hand. Your eyes met for a moment as he squeezed your hand gently. Despite the annoyance of his behavior, you melted a little at the look on his face. You smiled at him and then gently let him know that you too would need to have a chat later. He nodded and moved a little closer to you. With a smile, you turned your attention back to the game on the coffee table and slid Severus' hand over your butt. He gave you a panicked look but you were already paying no attention to him, or so it seemed, just pushing your buttocks to meet his palm. Severus took this as an invitation and pressed his hand to your bottom trying to remember what Lucius had taught him. As quietly as possible, Severus began to knead your buttocks, waiting for a favorable reaction. This created a fire inside you that made you close your eyes for a moment. Then remembering where you were, you opened them again and gently slid Severus' hands away from you. He thought he must have felt bad or that you didn't like it, but your buttocks came to rest on his legs and quickly changed his mind. His hands had only touched your buttocks through your dress, but that wasn't enough, you wanted more. You stuck to Severus by slipping in his ear a few words.

"Touch my breasts, please.

He nodded, not sure how he was going to please you on the one hand and not get caught on the other. He started by pulling down the zipper of your dress, just enough for him to get his hands under the loose fabric. A grunt escaped him, which was thankfully covered by Sirius's protesting cries that he was in no position to win. That growl in your ear felt like a bomb in your body. You weren't wearing a bra and he could see that. That was the reason for his groan.

His fingers eventually found your nipples and he began to knead them in the same way he had kneaded your ass. You bit your lip to keep from letting all the pleasure Severus was giving you out into the open.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You're all red," Arthur said, worried about his friend.

Severus stopped his movements as all eyes were now on you.

You nodded, wanting to reassure them and avoid getting caught.

"Yes, yes. I think I'm just a little tired. Do you mind if I slip away now?"

All of your friends nodded and wished you a pleasant night as the smart ones figured out where the redness in your cheeks really came from. After Severus zipped up your dress, you took him by the hand and got up from the couch, dragging him behind you.

When you got to your room, you closed the door, this time with a key. Then you turned to face him, arms crossed.

" Go ahead. Can you explain to me why you forgot my birthday ?”

"I'm ashamed,I’m so sorry  you know ? " Severus fled your gaze as he reached into the back pocket of his pants but unfortunately you notice and asked for it.

"What are you hiding ?”

You weren't totally mad, but seeing Severus so secretive left your imagination free to invent far-fetched scenarios that almost always ended with Severus admitting to cheating on you and that broke your heart. You joined him on the bed, trying to keep your composure as he sheepishly pulled a book from his back pocket.

 "That's what did it. That's what made me... forgot your birthday." You took it from his hands.

"What's this?" you asked as you began to flip through it quickly.

"It's a book about sex. Lucius gave it to me, and incidentally wrote it as well, when I told him about us.”

Severus explained everything in detail, so much so that by the end of his story, you couldn't be angry anymore. On the contrary. Severus did all this to make sure he would be ready for his first time with you. It was adorable.

"Remind me never to give Lucius a chance if we ever break up " you said with a laugh.

"D-Does that mean that's not how it works ?" questioned Severus confused.

"Well... In fact... I don't know about that, Sev. I'm a virgin too." you confessed making him even more confused.

"You are ? But I thought that... What about your ex’s boyfriends ?"

You settle down a little better on the bed, not knowing how to explain it to him.

"So... Yeah I've had a bunch of boyfriends but none of them have ever touched me. And if they tried..." Severus sits cross-legged in front of you, all ears "... I break up with them. First time, you only get one. I didn't want to give it to just anyone. I never felt safe enough or in love with them enough to take the plunge." your hands find Severus', you intertwine your fingers gently. "But with you, everything is different, Severus."

"Wait Y/n... You mean you..." begins Severus, his eyes sparkling.

You smile softly at your boyfriend, your cheeks turning a little red as he moved closer to you without really realizing it.

"Yes, Sev. I'm in love with you," you finally admit.

"Oh Y/n..." he melts on your lips in a tender but passionate kiss "I think... Me too"

Your heart misses a beat. Since the beginning of your relationship, it was you who took the lead and for the roles to be reversed, it often took a few days or even a few months, so you would never have thought that for such an important confession, he would say it so easily. You could not be happier.

Severus gently flipped you over onto the bed, towering over you as you deepened the kiss. Awkwardly, you undressed each other, urgently seeking each other's lips as quickly as possible. You were the first only in your underwear, at least in your panties, and Severus was speechless. The sight of his fiery gaze titillated your pussy, which had not yet recovered from Sev's caresses in the living room. Instinctively, Severus directed his hands towards your breasts, bringing you out of your dream. He began to knead them again as he had done in the living room, but replaced one of his hands with his mouth and then his tongue, wrapping it around your erect nipples with desire. Small moans came out of your mouth in front of all the attentions of your companion.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, gradually gaining confidence.

You nodded knowing that your voice would break before you could finish your sentence. He seemed to understand as a sly smile came to perch on his lips. He wanted to taste your body, to hear your little moans again, which he found adorable and which excited him more than he wanted to say. His lips went down along your belly to land near your panties asking you for access silently. For all answer you did not delay to pull down your panties wanting desperately to feel him inside you, or at least it was as you translated the sudden heat and tingling that rose from your crotch. Severus in front of you couldn't stop his sex from growing even larger as exotic scents wafted up to his nose.

"Severus," you breathed in a prayer.

"Anything for you, love" he replied.

Within seconds, his tongue met your clit, warming it and covering it with kisses. A few minutes later he was already moving his tongue down to visit your already moistened pussy, making you moan louder than before.

"Please, Sev'. I think I'm going to cum."

"Do you think you can wait for me?" he asked as he lovingly stroked your hair.

You nodded slowly, catching your breath as Severus' tongue left your folds.

"Are you ready?  Lucius told me it can hurt the first time for girls, so tell me if I -" his sex in his hand he placed it in front of your entrance as he towered over you.

"It's okay, Sev. I trust you." your smile encouraged him.

He nodded, not totally reassured. So far, it had been easy, he had been content to trust his desires and the reaction of your body, but now it was going to be harder. He could feel it. But encouraged by your love, he ended up pushing his erect member little by little into your dripping sex. An electric shock went through both of your bodies. He didn't move right away, feeling your walls tightening dangerously around his sex. Then you motioned for him to move, which he did, slowly pulling his sex out of yours before moving back in again, keeping a slow pace. The first few trips in and out were painful, but soon it was pleasure that took over. For Severus, it was pure pleasure and moaning, he loved being inside you, but was still afraid you wouldn't.

"Is that good for you, love? Can I speed it up a little?"

"Yes...; please."

So he accelerated his comings and goings, always focused on the reaction of your body to his. Your breathing became more jerky as his change of pace allowed him to perfectly match your pleasure points. It was the first time he felt like this, he felt like he was too far away from you even though his whole body was married to yours and he wanted to be one with you all the days of his life, to feel your body pressed against his forever. It didn't take long for you to tighten your grip on your lover, feeling your deliverance coming.

"Severus... I-" your sentence was swallowed up by the wave of pleasure that engulfed you.

Severus joined you in your orgasm a few minutes after yours, prolonging it as he continued to go back and forth.

"Y/n, Y/n, Fuck, Y/n!" he moaned in your ear.

Breathless, he pulled out of you and immediately took you in his arms, thanking you for your patience by covering you with kisses. He had been a little rough with you but you thought it had been for the best.

"Perfect," you sighed.

"I couldn't have said it better," he said between breaths. "Do you think we could do this again?" he questioned.

"That was our first time, remember? So there's no reason why it should be the only one." you kissed him tenderly, laughing "We can do it again whenever you want.”

"Even... Now?" he asked with an innocent look but flame of desire in his eyes.

You bit your lip before nodding.