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lilac-5ky · 2 years ago

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Roommates from Hell, pt.7 (Toji x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 7: Stockholm Syndrome

A/N: Sorry for disappearing, y'all! Hope this lengthy chapter compensates for my absence.

You were early.

You knew that, not because you’d been checking the time every two stops—doubting your being on the correct railway line even as the voice in the speakers called out Inokashira Park—but because it was still bright when you got off the train platform.

Normally, you were good with those things—time. Having juggled both school and multiple shifts across Tokyo at some point in your life meant you knew exactly how long it took to get from one district to the other, and under no circumstances did Shibuya to Kichijoji amount to three hours worth of travel time. You could’ve left home half an hour earlier and made it in time, but all sense of normality died the moment you agreed to go out with Toji.

It was 3:37 p.m., and you were indeed early. Two hours and twenty-three minutes early.

You’d gone out with him hundreds of times. As friends, as family—as people who dealt their meals and loneliness evenly, yet never as anything beyond that. You didn’t know what a date entailed—or rather, you pretended not to, because the possibilities made your head spin.

This was just an ordinary hangout, and that was why you’d opted for the unimpressive combination of your overworn jeans and cardigan, in spite of casting every article of clothing out of your closet and onto the floor.

The yellow ribbon in your hair—that was hope.

You were meeting at the park’s east entrance, which coincided with the railway’s west exit. The only thing you’d agreed upon was the time and place. Everything else was entirely up to him.

The tracks ended where the grass blades began, out-of-bloom hydrangeas paving the path toward Inokashira Park’s infamous pond. In the winter, the park looked like a shadow of its former self. Desolate and bleak, as opposed to the final spring you visited with your father.

The fragrance of the freshly bloomed cherry blossoms he’d help you reach atop his shoulders lingered ever so vividly in the air, along with the essence of humidity that clung to your skin after every ride on those enormous swan boats. But with the trees stripped bare and the waters stilled by the cold, your memories had also lost their vibrancy.

You felt no joy reminiscing about the past. It was more like an old wound you scratched open to test the pain, except the blood was all dried up. You’d mourned your father before he’d even passed and before your sister finalized the news a week ago. This was just killing time.

You had two hours to waste and were already considering phoning Toji to reschedule. He didn’t have much to do during the day. If he wasn’t at the diner, then he typically loitered around one gambling den or another. Unless he was caught up in one of those shady businesses that earned him entire briefcases full of cash. To think the day would come when you’d be dating a hitman—

—only you weren’t dating. Because this wasn’t a date.

Your plans were put on hold as an elderly woman shoved about a dozen shopping bags inside the public phone booth you’d been eyeing, and you decided not to wait around for it to be freed.

Two hours isn’t all that horrible.

A class of children returning from a field trip to the park’s aquarium passed you by, some of the kids clutching onto different types of marine life plush toys. You walked away from the procession. You weren’t keen on showing jealousy over the little girl with the cute turtle-shaped backpack, and thus you detoured to a quieter path away from all the jeers and cheers. You checked the time again. One hour and fifty-five minutes left. God.

The park’s visitors dwindled the further you strayed from the main attractions, until it was just you and a man who had his back turned all the while he stared off into the unknown. A man whose broad shoulders and discreet slouch seemed more familiar the longer you studied him, and when his jade eyes fell on yours, you reached an epiphany. This was a date.

“You’re early.” You gasped softly, your lips expelling a white cloud of heat.

His gaze hardened below his arched eyebrows—a mix of unfeigned surprise and borderline annoyance as he processed you from head to toe.

You regretted not going the extra mile. Toji wasn’t dressed to the nines either, but his choppy strands were somewhat combed, and the forest green of his sweater brought out his eyes. Even his usual sweatpants were replaced by a fitting pair of black jeans, and at that point, your palms began to sweat because Toji was an objectively good-looking man, and when he took care of himself, he was a real head-turner, while you were just… you.

“You’re the one who’s late.” He shifted the blame without second thought, tempting you to dig your beeper out of your pocket to prove your innocence, but you spared him the embarrassment. After all, he made no comments about your blushing cheeks or shuffling feet either.

One minute and countless beats of awkward silence later, Toji tugged himself from the wooden spikes that ringed the pond’s perimeter and moved closer, his attention instantly drawn to your ribbon’s loose ends.

“Your hair—”

“Looks weird?” You cut him off.

He shook off his scowl, the rough pads of his fingers making light contact with your skin as he flipped the string over your shoulder. “Nah. Just…” and it was no exaggeration to say you were hanging on his lips up until he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you forward—his calling you cute an uncertain figment of your imagination.

Trapped in a never-ending daze of billboard signs and city lights that faded past the passenger’s window, you miserably failed to make out your whereabouts. It’d been a while since you left Tokyo behind, and your last clue was your entering National Route 127 about an hour ago. You were well into Chiba prefecture—home to Japan’s biggest fishing industry, Disney-themed parks, and, of course, peanuts.

As for where in Chiba exactly, your best bet was connecting the passing exit signs in the hope of them helping paint the bigger picture. Kisarazu to Kimitsu. Kimitsu to Futtsu. Futtsu to Kyonan.

Since that final sign that read “15 kilometers to Minamiboso,” you’d gone off the map, and the closer you came to approaching the sparsely planted minka houses on the mountain side of the highway, the further your destination seemed. You didn’t expect this to be a kidnap in the literal sense, but while Toji hadn’t taken your ability to speak or look away, he still refused to let you in on his plans.

He drove quietly, his vision tunneling to the open road while his hand occasionally ironed out the knots of muscle around his neck. His mouth opened solely for his yawns, whose sheer number and frequency would’ve been concerning if Toji wasn’t the one behind the wheel. You trusted he wouldn’t kill you both off. He wasn’t the double-suicide type.

After your seventh unsuccessful attempt at prying out information, you brought out the big guns.

“What’s this?” Toji glanced at the 1000-yen bill you discreetly placed on his lap, his lips twitching into a slight smile. “Little low for ransom, don’tcha think?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just tell me where we’re going and why it couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” He pocketed the bill. “Wouldn’t be a kidnap if I told ya, would it?”

You leaned against the window, bandages soaking up moisture from where you mindlessly drew figures in the fog. You’d think he’d be less frustrating to deal with now that he’d gotten what he wanted, but he’d instead turned shrewder. He didn’t even let you contact your sister or drop off Kenzo’s waffle cones. The two were left alone at your empty apartment, probably thinking you’d migrated to the North Pole for ice, when in reality you were off playing budget Thelma and Louise.

Maybe he really was trying to kill you—speed toward the next cliff and throw you both into the depths of Tokyo Bay, where you’d spent a comfortable eternity sleeping side by side with the fish.

You were spelling the words Save Me when Toji spoke again, this time on his own accord.

“Someplace we can continue where we left off.” You could hear the smirk rolling off his tongue.

Someplace we can continue where we left off, you mentally repeated. Someplace we can continue where we left off. Someplace we can—oh.

You quickly smudged your cry for help with your shoulder and fell back on your seat, cheeks as red as beets. If he wanted to take things to a love hotel, he should’ve just said so. It wouldn’t have taken much to persuade you to hit one in Roppongi. No need to waste all this gas and worry everyone sick.

Come to think of it, the phone hadn’t rung once since the beginning of your little country escapade—not from a call, and not from a text either. You were positive he hadn’t turned your phone off when he confiscated it, and his was still on him.

That crafty witch. Her lack of concern just about confirmed your suspicions. Your sister wasn’t searching for you because everything was moving according to plan.

“Can I at least make a call?” You batted your eyelashes and smiled at him with your eyes, watching his wariness dissolve instantaneously as his glance shifted to a stare. Men.

“A call, huh?” Relying on his inhumane reflexes, Toji lowered a hand from the wheel to your knee, rubbing his way higher up your thigh.

The part of you that wasn’t used to letting him touch you so freely almost flinched, but ignoring it was starting to become easier. You enjoyed the way his palm cupped your flesh. You liked how supple your skin seemed between his fingers, and you loved how firm his grasp felt—bold and reassuring. It took your mind off your question and his attention off the road as a honk from a passing truck forced you to recoil away from each other.

The unprompted filth that poured between the two rolled-down windows colored both your ears. He was the one in the wrong here. It was his fault that the car zigzagged into the fast lane, and while he wasn’t going to let it spiral out of control, the other driver didn’t necessarily know that.

Once he was done spitting nails, he turned back to you, impatience burning in his eyes to the point where you wouldn’t be surprised if he cut your destination short and pulled over to the nearest rest area for a breather.

“Can’t focus when ya gimme that look.” Toji huffed.

“What look?”

“Like you’re begging me to fuck you on the highway.” He answered with the same ease with which one would talk about the weather.

“Toji!” A red deeper than the one on your ears spread to your face.

He licked his lips together and tipped closer to your seat, audaciously asking, “What?”

You didn’t have a reason good enough to push him away anymore—at least not one that related to how you felt about him. Hiding behind your finger was useless when all your cards were laid out on the table. He counted on you staying still for his lips to brush over yours—a mere tingle of electricity before you remembered you were in a moving vehicle and swatted his face away.

“Eyes on the road.” You whipped out a smile, lest he misunderstand, but it was too late. Toji was already looking at you as if you’d committed an unimaginable sin; a frown riveted to his face even as his focus resumed on the highway.

“Just lost your phone rights.”

“Seriously? Cause I’m watching out for our safety?”

“You heard me.” He grumbled. “Now shut it.”

“Well, forgive me for not being up for a second near-death experience less than 24 hours after the first one.” You said as you fixed your shirt over your knees and coiled closer to the window.

His knuckles grew white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, a deep exhale flaring his nostrils. Be it out of guilt or regret, he didn’t talk back, but you weren’t willing to call a truce just yet.

“You know, none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t run off on your own last night. Or if you’d asked me whether I wanted to be stuck in a vehicle with your grumpy ass for hours. Putting up with you at home is enough as it is.”

The blinker flashed as he turned left to the next exit, whose name you didn’t catch until a second sign at the intersection welcomed you to Tomiyama. You weren’t even sure if that was your actual destination or if he pulled off the highway on a whim, and you knew next to nothing about the area other than hearing it mentioned in some politician’s speech about recreation.

The car slowed down behind a navy blue sedan, with Toji drumming his fingers against the wheel while waiting for the lights to turn green. You took the chance to look outside, unable to figure out a damn thing in the dark. There were trees on both sides of the road, but you couldn’t tell what kind of trees. There were more cars parked by the sidewalk, but you couldn’t determine their color, let alone their brand. There was a large body of water up ahead, but you could only make out the faint sway of the riptide under the moonlight, a light breeze teasing the pungent scent of the sea.

“Didn’t seem you were putting up with me last night.” Toji interrupted. “Or when ya sucked my face in the middle of the street.”

“Hey!”

“Not that I hated either.”

He didn’t sound half as mad as he seemed, and for a brief moment, you wondered what you’d started this for. You always gnawed at each other like beasts trapped in a cage, each getting a kick out of pushing the other’s buttons into madness, yet you rarely fought for a reason. It was more so out of habit than spite, because that’s what you did best, and it almost felt intimate—affectionate in a way others could never comprehend.

“Go on.” Toji prompted, definitely amused. “That can’t be all. What else ya got?”

“You ate my ice cream!” You almost laughed at your own absurd statement, biting down the chuckle Toji didn’t bother withholding. “You ate it in front of my face and didn’t offer me a single bite!”

“Poor baby can’t use her hands?” He cooed, curling a finger near your cheek.

You dramatically waved your reasons for being incapacitated. “Can’t even use them. Plus, they itch like hell.”

“Pft, don’t pin that on me.” He scorned. “Curse barely touched you, and you spent the whole night cryin’ like a baby.”

An exasperated sigh puffed in your lungs. “I can’t believe you drew a mustache on my face. You knew I was awake, didn’t you?”

“Did I?” He asked with a knowing smile. “So what? Think I’d pussy outta kissing that cute little face just ‘cause of two extra lines?

“Still got ‘em, by the way.”

You manically scrubbed your lips with the back of your bandaged fist before coming to terms with the spotless reflection in his rearview mirror.

“There’s a special place in hell for people like you.”

The car was again put into motion as Toji switched gears and accelerated—much to your delight—toward the seashore, with no intention of stopping even as the village houses got replaced by palm trees dug in the sand; your final accusation being, “What kind of psychopath drives without music?”

“This is just noise.”

His snide remark had you dropping the stack of cassette tapes back at the discount stand and rushing to his aid.

The store-provided headphones appeared comically small compressing his skull, with the metallic wire bent into a taut arc that promised to snap any minute now. Their wearer seemed displeased, which, honestly, he always did, but this time you could hardly blame him. He was out of his element, and if it weren’t for that sliver of curiosity ushering him into the record store by the station, then he wouldn’t be standing there like an absolute idiot, polluting his ears with… pirate metal?

You managed to withstand about ten seconds of incoherent German slurs and Arrrgh’s before you hastily ejected the tape and shoved it back in its case. An entire music library at your disposal, and he’d possibly come across the single questionable track. Even a sniffer dog would envy his ability to nose anomalies out.

“Must be ‘cause you aren’t used to it.” You glanced around the shelves for a gap. “For all we know, this could be a masterpiece.”

“Yeah, right.” Toji kicked at the rolling step stool. Your heel caught it before it had the chance to crash into the vinyl stand, which led to him scoffing. Again.

He was the one who insisted on this date yet acted the exact opposite of his intentions. All that gloating about his past conquests was plain rubbish. He’d planned nothing for your date—your first date—and was disagreeable toward your every suggestion. The new crepe stall was too flashy for his tastes. The regular sukiyaki place was suddenly too expensive. The attractions at the park were tourist traps. You’d purposely led him down the thrift shop packed-alleyway just so he wouldn’t have a reason to complain, but he exceeded your expectations.

If he was having such a bad time, then why bother asking you out in the first place?

You returned to your corner, rummaging through the rows for something even Toji could potentially appreciate, when it hit you: you had no idea what kind of music he liked. Two years of acquaintance, and you’d never discussed preferences.

“Hey, Mr. Nitpicker.” Your nails clicked against the plastic to draw his attention. “What’s your favorite song?”

He gawked at you as if he’d been presented with a complex quantum physics equation, furrowing his eyebrows and tilting his head from one side to the other like a metronome.

“It’s… that one.” You expected him to point at either a cassette or a vinyl, but his hands remained sheathed in his pockets.

“What one?”

“The one that goes like…” You again expected him to hum to the rhythm of the supposed song, but he didn’t. “Ya know, that one.”

Your eyes darted between the tapes in your grasp and the insistence in his expression. He didn’t sound convincing in the slightest. It was when he lied that he acted most certain.

The only argument working in his favor was the inconceivable notion that a person in the growing age of media and technology could do without a song blasting from their car speakers or one they recorded with all the ambient sounds of a cafe tainting the chorus—because you didn’t know how music was treated in the Zen’in household; how whatever didn’t feature a koto or a shamisen was outright rejected; how it was considered a women’s sport—an activity slightly more refined than idle gossip in the shadows of the shoji doors.

“That’s not very helpful.” You sighed.

“Whatever.” He frowned, reclining against the one wall that was equipped with neither shelves nor framed records.

The conversation was over, and you resumed your hunt for affordable hidden gems in the 80s section. They used the word vintage for songs you’d grown up with, which everyone knew was a code word for old. Your twentieth birthday was months away, and you were already deemed old—correction: vintage. In no time, you’d join the club of people who called those below their age kids and constantly reminisced about the golden days of their youth.

“What’s yours?” Toji caught you off guard with how he’d both peeled off the wall and hunched over you without you taking notice.

You hadn’t even opened your mouth, yet you already felt yourself stuttering. He was intimidating—not in a piss your pants kind of way, but in a way that tinkered with the distribution of fluids in your body. You didn’t want to answer his question. You’d rather he bent a little lower and kissed you, because sharing your second kiss at a record store sounded exhilarating.

But sharing that tidbit of information wasn’t.

Flustered, you flipped through the cassettes sorted by the letter ‘A’ to find Anri’s Timely!! mixed between the ‘C’s. You were supposed to ask for permission before trying out the non-samples, but the store clerk clearly didn’t mind, or else he would have stopped you four tapes ago.

You searched for the appropriate track and pressed play once the headphones were back on Toji’s head. He kept a serious face all the while Anri begged for her loneliness to stop, the upbeat instrumental contrasting—without concealing—the sobriety of the lyrics. You heard every word loud and clear, mentally repeating them down to the third chorus, where you got lost in the sentiment.

Love is like a small storm. Both friends and lovers get swept up by it.

The song went on about the end of a relationship, while yours hadn’t even begun. You were one step ahead of being friends, yet a lot more steps behind being lovers. You didn’t want to jinx the outcome of your date but couldn’t stop musing over the pain of a breakup. You’d only experienced loneliness in the form of missing—never in the form of losing. If you let yourself be swept up by this emotion, would you wind up hurting more than you did before he stepped into your life?

The music came to an end of its own, and Toji pulled the headphones from his ears, declaring with a victorious grin that this was his favorite song.

“You can’t be serious.” You snatched the Walkman from his hands. “That’s my favorite song!”

“And?” He tapped his foot against the tiled floor. “What’s yours can’t be mine?”

“We aren’t married.” You wished you could press rewind and write over your own words, replacing them with something far less embarrassing.

“Like I’d ever marry someone this bossy.”

You groaned as you traded the tape for one by Takeuchi Mariya. “Fine. When the time comes, you’re free to marry someone without any backbone, but now, we are finding you a song.”

He groaned back while you repeated the same process of skipping to a specific song, gauging his reaction, and then moving forward while he pig-headedly stood by his first choice. You tried more artists—Matsubara Miki, Akimoto Kaoru, Sugiyama Kiyotaka. You thought Hamada Kingo’s midnight cruisin’ would be it, but it wasn’t. The single thread your patience dangled from finally snapped, resulting in your rising to your toes and forcibly holding the headphones down against his head.

“You aren’t allowed to not like this one!”

You formed the words slow enough for him to read your lips over the climax of first chorus, the song feeling nothing sort but an unconventional confession with how you viciously stared into each others eyes.

Every time I wish, to monopolize your love/Every time I wish, that would you be mine/I want all of you.

There was a change in his expression, a flicker or a speck of something that convinced you to step back before the song reached its conclusion. You called a draw in your staredown, both turning to a different direction, and you weren’t sure if Toji was remotely capable of feeling shame, but his cheeks were tinted a subtle pink when your eyes next met.

“Okay.” He conceded. “Keep your stupid song. I like this one better.”

You walked around the shops hand in hand. It was for precaution, so you wouldn’t get caught between the hordes of starving office workers invading the local Konbini in search of nutrients—his words, not yours. Toji didn’t know lunch breaks were a common breadwinner’s luxury, considering most of these people overworked themselves until it was time to go, but you didn’t mention either. His hand felt too warm to let go, and whenever he spoke, heat radiated from his lips.

You wished he’d kiss you.

He’d missed his chance at the record store, but plenty of other opportunities had since turned up: the giant Christmas tree that sprouted in front of Kitaguchi station; at the back row of some B-rated horror movie screening; behind the arcades on Motomachi Street. Even right where you stood, he could trick you into thinking there was a rogue eyelash he meant to pinch from your cheek, only for his lips to land on yours instead.

It was a given that it would happen. It happened in every single Hollywood rom-com, without exception. You just didn’t know when or where.

The cassette tapes rattled like wind chimes in the paper bag you carelessly swung around. You didn’t intend to charge him with a bunch of impulse purchases, but he told you not to sweat it because you’d be buying lunch. It fascinated you how the richest and poorest people you knew met in Toji’s face. He could afford things beyond imagination, yet he never seemed able to afford the essentials. It was easy to write him off as cheap, but you didn’t want to be in love with someone cheap.

You wondered whether he’d ask you to be his girlfriend or if you already were.

You suffered through a much harsher rejection as you returned to the very same crepe stall that Toji previously dismissed with a simple “no,” this time demanding you treat him to an actual meal. You were more upset about not having crepes than you were about bleeding cash on him.

The sun retired prior to your food quest’s conclusion, parting from the sky in a murky shade of blue. It was getting too cold to be outside, and hiding your shivering came at a price. You clung to his arm as if he were a portable heater, but when he asked if you felt cold, you stupidly claimed to be fine. Really stupid.

Soon, the streets were emptied. Every sensible passerby holed up in the cozy izakayas that lined each side of the pavement. You were the last two sociopaths testing their courage at a UFO catcher outside a greasy Thai restaurant. The aroma of drunken noodles stirred something in your stomach that made you forget all about the crepes, and the Yoshi plushie Toji pledged himself to win on your behalf. You shouldn’t have told him he was your favorite. You’d be stuck here until the morning light.

“Didn’t you swear off gambling for the remainder of this year? Thought you were saving your luck for 1995.” You tried to dissuade him, eyes meeting through the hazy glass. He’d tasked you with inspecting the left side of the machine while he took stock of the prizes on the right. “How’s this?” You pointed at a Yoshi near the corner of the prize pit.

“That’s hardly gambling.” Toji slapped the glass with both his hands and forehead, reviewing your choice. “Nah, won’t do. ‘Tis too far from the center. Switch with me.”

You traded sides, with Toji focusing on the Yoshis while you focused on him. He seemed to know what he was doing, but he wasn’t fooling you. He’d lose, pin it on either the rigged machine or the maintenance guy, and then he’d have you drag the Thai manager out.

On second thought, maybe if he caused a big enough scene, you’d be compensated with a plate of warm food.

A smile of utter triumph emerged across his lips once he got his sights on a target. You still had your doubts, especially with how tightly the machine was packed, but refrained from voicing them. He wouldn’t listen anyway.

“Got any coins?”

You handed him your wallet, and his eyes almost widened as he shook it around like a maraca. “You work a side-gig at the mint or something? What’s with all these coins?”

“Many drops make an ocean.” You moved to the side for a better view. “Spend ‘em all, and you’ll be buying your own lunch.”

He pulled out a mere 100-yen coin and dropped your wallet on top of the machine. “Don’t need more.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve heard those words before?” Your sneer wasn’t enough to shatter his confidence.

“Ya say that cause you weren’t there in ‘87.”

“Why—what happened in ‘87? And where exactly is there?”

“Won three of these with a single draw.” Toji not-so-subtly bragged, at last taking hold of the joystick.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Anyone can win if they bribe a kid to loosen the thing for them.

“Better be if ya want me winning that damn turtle of yours.”

“Yoshi is a dinosaur…” Unsurprisingly, that earned you a glare.

You gestured a zipper over your mouth and gave him an encouraging thumbs-up as he slotted the coin in. The 15-second countdown began, with Toji maneuvering the claw over the plushie by the 10-second mark and Yoshi flying over the hole five seconds later. You watched with bated breath up until the claw unlatched from Yoshi’s nose and propelled him down the machine’s entrails, a series of metallic thuds promising Toji’s irrefutable success.

“You won?” Your gasp turned into a genuine shriek of excitement. “Holy shit, you actually won! Shit, I mean—wow, you’re good at this!”

He snorted, kneeling to retrieve the prize. “You sound surprised.”

“Well, I am.” You admitted. “Never seen you win before.”

“Don’t be. It’s annoying.” He pretended to bash your skull with the plushie, only to softly dab it at your wincing, hands raised in defense. Cute. “Have your big-head. He looks like you.”

A tight-lipped smile curved itself in place of his lips, the rest of his features also softening while he took in yours. Looking like a green dinosaur had its perks. You didn’t feel as cold anymore. All you felt was the tenderness with which he cupped your cheek like the most precious treasure—and he did treasure you. First with his eyes, and then with his fingers, though he treasured you the most when he was kissing you on your open mouth, your impatience dissolving into a wish come true.

“In my next life, I’ll buy myself a house here.”

Your toes sank deeper into the sand, struggling to remain hidden as the sea foam tickled away their concealment. Shards of the moon sparkled like stardust in the ocean, every ripple mirroring another star fallen from the night sky. If magic existed in this world, this was proof of it.

In the end, you were glad Toji brought you out there. Tokyo was smothered by water to the point where you feared it might swallow you whole, but things were different in the countryside. No skyscrapers blocked your view of the quaint horizon. No traffic sounds filtered the sound of the waves crashing to the shore. No exhaust fumes tainted the salty air that filled your lungs.

Even for a moment, you broke free from the shackles of everyday life and stepped into a picturesque world straight from a postcard. Your life could end then and there, and you’d jump to the next one without any regrets.

“What keeps you from doin’ that in this life?” Toji asked, seated a little further from where you stood. You didn’t understand why he’d chosen the beach when he wouldn’t dare dip his feet in the water, let alone feel the crunch of sand. His slippers would get dirty, one way or another.

“Money, for starters. Work, too. Life, maybe.” You mused.

“Bullshit. You can make money anywhere.” He retorted. “And anyone can do your job. Not like serving brick patties takes special skill.”

“Think I can do your job, then?”

“No fucking way.” You chuckled at his honesty. “You’d stab your leg right in front of your fucking target.”

“Right?” You glanced down at your fingers. He’d peeled off the bandages so you wouldn’t get them soggy, but you didn’t need them anymore. Your cuts would heal on their own as long as you didn’t get salt in them. “Then, you think we should only do what we are meant to do?”

“I think we should do whatever the fuck we want.”

“That’s easy to say…”

“Even easier to do. Now get your ass over here.”

You turned around, beaming with a smile he’d find irritating a minute later. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then suit yourself.”

His apathy lasted until he sprung from his seat and scurried over to you, his arms seizing your waist before you could run away. Your back was pulled flush against his chest, with your ribs silently crying over the ridiculous strength of his biceps. You’d been subjected to more squeezing this weekend than your body could handle.

“That’s how ya do it.” Toji breathed in your hair, his chin comfortably propped on the crook of your shoulder. You were immobilized, but your heart still raced for escape, your cheeks shimmering a rosy pink.

“Actually, you wanted me to come to you, which means you just proved yourself wrong. Meanwhile, I wanted you to come here, which means I—ugh, put me down!”

Water splashed everywhere as Toji hoisted you high above the ground and carried you across the sand plains, your feet pedaling an invisible wheel until you were dropped off like a sack of potatoes. Non-organic at that. Organics received greater care and respect.

“Happy now?”

Choking on a miniature sandstorm, you fought to get your tangled hair off your mouth, inevitably tasting some of the very coarse grains you coughed out.

“How can I be happy when I’ll be shitting sand for days to come?”

“You’re just bein’ dramatic.” He brushed the hair from your face, giving your head a rough pat.

“And you’re being an asshole.” You sighed, recalling your words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Wouldn’t matter if ya did.” Toji hurled one of the few pebbles at the sea, watching it detonate in a firework of water. “Heard worse.”

“But I really didn’t. You used to be more of an asshole; now you’re just a little bit. A tiny bit, really.” You smiled softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I’m glad we are here. And whatever your reasons for moving in were, I’m glad you did. I love our life.”

A wry smile appeared on his lips. “Better remember that next time you nag me about the dishes.”

“Water alone doesn’t remove grease. You need soap to—” You paused at his groan. “It’s fine. So what if there’s melted cheese stuck at the bottom of the pan and I can taste last week’s dinner in my glass? You are trying your best!”

“I got a job.” He cut in.

An unpleasant taste had you grimacing into his elbow. It’d been a while since you’d last cleaned up after his mess in the hall, but the foul smell of metal was unforgettable. Blood—and although it seldom belonged to him, you weren’t any more comfortable with the idea that the day would come when somebody else would scrub Toji’s blood off their clothes.

“When are you leaving?” You asked in a quiet voice.

“Not that kinda job.” Toji thought a title made a story, not details. He reached for another pebble to throw, but his hand turned out empty. Then he continued. “A shitty 9-to-5 job like all others.”

“Doing what?”

“Office stuff—how the hell should I know? Ask Kong; he’s the one who arranged it.”

“Shiu?” He shrugged rather than nodded. “But why? I never asked you to.”

“You think I’d get a job simply ‘cause you asked?” Right. That’d make no sense. “Can only off so many sorcerer brats per month to make ends meet. Rest of the year I’m left hingin’ on capital control.”

“So it is about me.”

You were dragged down against his body as Toji laid you both on the sand, his one hand draping over your shoulder while you rested your cheek on his chest. His heartbeat resonated like the sound of the ocean in your ear. Soothing and slow. A sound only you had the fortune to enjoy.

“Is that where you went last night?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, combing through your hair to distract you from the palm that shamelessly climbed down your butt. “Interview.”

You felt his fingers burrowing into your shorts, his touch innocent as far as groping was concerned. “Does this mean I’ll get to see you in a suit?”

“Like hell you are.”

“But you’re gonna have to start wearing one if you wanna make a good first impression. At least a button-up and a tie.”

“Like I care about impressions,” he said, adding a beat later that he didn’t even have one.

“When do you start? We can go shopping on Thursday, I have the day off; we could hit that store in—what are you doing?” You questioned his flipping his phone open and typing something on the screen.

“Quitting.”

“Don’t you dare!” You slapped the lid with such force that the phone bounced away from his hands and wedged into the sand.

Dusting the sand off, he packed it back in his pocket, his arms falling at his sides with no intention of resuming their activities. “I’ll just do it later.”

Silence stretched thin as the two of you gazed at the sky, long enough for you to forget you weren’t astral bodies yourselves until your own mindless admission went through.

“In my next life, I want to be a turtle. They carry their houses on their backs and don’t have to deal with rent or taxes.”

“What a sly way to say ya want me off your back.” Toji quipped.

“Something tells me you’d still find a way to stick around. You are like gum in hair. I’d need to shave my head to get rid of you.”

“Turtles don’t have hair, stupid.”

“Shh, don’t ruin my analogy.” You protested. “And why do you always call me stupid?” Your chin rolled on his chest. “I went to college. I’m at least smarter than you.”

He let out a snort. “Goin’ to college doesn’t make you any smarter. It proves you’re a nerd.”

“But you’re also pretty,” he added once you were about to sit up, the smirk you mistook for a smile forcing you to drop your guard. “Pretty stupid.”

“That’s it—you’re not coming back alive!”

Planting both knees on each side of his torso, you attempted to smack the smugness out of him, only for your wrists to be pulled forward and your head violently brought down to his level—every thought of retaliation stripped away by the proximity of his lips.

“Scary.”

What was scary was how easily you were tricked into kissing him; your feud nothing more than a pretext for Toji to lure your tongue inside his mouth. Your hands slipped from his grip to his cheeks, gently thumbing at his scar, while his palms wandered behind your back and settled on your butt, making you feel just how hard the press of your thighs had gotten him.

To someone who only knew affection in the form of sex, kissing was merely the prelude to fucking your brains out in the sand—and when you started grinding your hips against his crotch, he was convinced he’d finally catch a break.

“T-Toji,” you breathed out, following the expanse of his arms down to where his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your shorts. “We are not doing this here.”

Your warning didn’t seem half as compelling as the little moans that spilled from your agape lips, the friction between your bodies clouding your judgment. “Toji…” You tried again, slotting your fingers in between his knuckles. “Don’t want sand in my vagina.”

“I’ll suck it out.”

It took a third Toji to kill his aspiration of having the entire city of Chikura learn your names. His frown grew in an instant—an improvement to all the previous scowls he’d worn, maybe because he’d gotten further than every previous attempt and had the confidence that success lurked right around the corner.

He retrieved his hands and pieced them behind his head, hooded green eyes having yet to rid themselves of the lust behind them. “Then stop grinding on my dick already.”

You parted from him with a peck he almost denied and sat up on your heels.

“What do you want to be reborn as, Toji?” You tried to change subjects.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“One life is enough to suffer through.” He shrugged.

“And you call me dramatic,” you mumbled. “Then you don’t believe in reincarnation? I thought the Zen’ins were all pious.”

He rolled on his side, staring at the parked vehicles. Yours was not the only car around, but you hadn’t seen a pedestrian since you’d stopped for gas in the previous town. People in the country had an actual bedtime, as opposed to those in Tokyo.

“They serve religion when it serves ‘em back. Not me. Don’t believe in any of that.”

“Why not?” You pressed.

“Cause I don’t wanna be reborn as a damn turtle.”

You took a moment to process what he’d just said, blinking between “He can’t possibly mean…?” and “No way he just said that” at least a dozen times before you scooted closer, nudging him to flip toward you with a hand on his shoulder.

“Ya think turtles fuck a lot?” Toji broke the temporary silence.

“I… haven’t had the chance to ask one,” his sigh prompting you to add, “They do have a lot of babies though, so maybe?”

“Yeah… maybe.”

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, your eyes inadvertently drawn to the bulge in his pants. You felt less self-conscious about the damp patch in your underwear and the continuous pulsing between your thighs, both of which begged you to reconsider your answer. A few rounds of the most glorious sex you’d ever have were worth weeks of excruciating pain and gynecologist visits.

“I want my shirt back,” Toji suddenly said.

You peered away from all the dirty thoughts and shifted your gaze to his shirt on your body. “Now? You want me to take it off right now?”

His lack of response served as confirmation.

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath,” as if that could possibly dissuade him.

“Nobody’s looking.” He gestured toward the houses that surrounded the coastline, none of them with a light shining through their windows. “And I certainly don’t mind.”

The obvious choice was to dismiss his request as a corny joke and keep your arms pinned over your chest for the rest of the night. But with your mind so far gone and your heart (read: pussy) assuming office, you were pulling the shirt over your head before you could fully mull things over.

You shaped the cloth into a rough ball of fabric that you tossed at him, your adrenaline peaking to new heights as the realization of your breasts dangling in plain sight settled in. Toji didn’t even try to hide his gawking at them, his eyes blown with surprise. He’d underestimated your guts, and you’d overestimated whatever half-baked confidence carried you this far.

“I—I’ll just return it when we get home.” You hurriedly picked up the shirt from where it’d landed on his lap, trying your best to cover yourself up. “It n-needs a good washing too—my, look at all this—”

You halted as Toji caught your hands and slowly tugged them off your breasts, the shirt falling in an empty pool between your bodies. “Can’t believe you hid these from me.” He whispered, absolutely mesmerized by what was quickly becoming his favorite sight in the world.

His touch posed a question that a reluctant nod answered, your face burning hot and your heart thrumming loudly as Toji’s fingers made their way from your stomach to your chest, goosebumps erupting across every inch of velvet skin they traced. His palms stopped short of their destination while he sized up your reaction, half-expecting you to run off into the ocean and butterfly-stroke back home, but you remained uncharacteristically docile, bearing the intensity of his eyes for the sake of being touched.

Without any further delay, his fingers wrapped around your breasts and squeezed at them, feeling out the weight of the supple flesh in his palms before coming to a conclusion. This was worth the wait.

“You’re so pretty.” His thumbs rubbed your nipples in clockwork order, light pinches perking them up. “So damn pretty.”

“Not pretty stupid or anything?” Your smiles turned joint amidst a soft kiss.

“Nah, I’m the stupid one. You’re plain beautiful.”

“Don’t beat yourself over it.” Your breathing grew heavier as he began to kiss the corners of your mouth. “It’s the extra college years.”

“Fucking nerd. Come ‘ere.”

Toji pushed you to the ground and climbed on top, his knee parting your thighs while his hands kept true to their goal of kneading your breasts, playing with your sensitive peaks to draw the sweetest sounds from your throat.

“Y-You agreed to take things slow, remember? Only kissing.” You tugged at a tuft of hair, not minding that your actions contradicted your words—head tilted back and limbs closing around his waist as you rubbed your heat against his clothed cock.

“Relax.” He nibbled at your earlobe, his lips straying lower and lower with every word he mumbled across your skin. “Promise I won’t fuck any sand into your pussy. I’ll wait till ya beg me to fill it up with somethin’ else.”

A sly idea manifested as an equally sly smirk as Toji unlatched himself from your jaw to stare into your eyes. “How ‘bout this?”

He followed his question with a trail of kisses that led down your neck, searching for permission once his breath inched closer to your nipple, his tongue teasing its perimeter.

“This qualifies as kissing, right?”

“Is this seat taken?”

You lacked the willpower to lift your head from the untouched bowl of chao that lay before the vacant chair—the final chair left on the table aside from yours, all previous ones given away to those with an actual use for them.

The image spoke for itself. A girl who kept twisting her neck in the direction of the door, expecting someone who wouldn’t come, all the while dismissing the waiter’s discreet attempts to free the table. You got stood up, but instead of feeling anger, you only felt worry. Almost an hour had passed since Toji shoved you into this Vietnamese joint on the outskirts of Musashino and promised he’d be back after checking on something—and while Toji definitely was the type to leave without notice, he wasn’t the type to leave free food waiting.

You finally glanced at the young man, who patiently awaited your answer. He was more or less your age, stemming from a group of guys in baseball jerseys, all with a beer jug in hand. College athletes. The kind of people you both envied and avoided.

“You can have it.” You replied at the same time he asked whether you wanted to join their table.

He probably wasn’t a bad guy, and he wasn’t so hard on the eye either. At least that was your impression until he stated his reason for inviting you: because you were cute. There was room only for one sordid womanizer in your life.

Muttering an apology in a hushed tone, you pushed past him and walked outside, the cold wind inviting every hair on your body to stand in ovation. With your hands desperately trying to generate some degree of heat over your forearms, you dashed to the closest phone booth and shut the door behind you. You emptied a few coins in your palm and picked up the receiver, holding it to your ear while you dialed his beeper’s number and pressed 2.

“Hey, it’s me. I just left the restaurant and wanted to say, Hah! Your loss, loser. You really missed out. Don’t even think of asking me to pay for lunch again. That ship has sailed—you blew your chance.” A pause. One long enough for the voice in the speaker to ask you to deposit more coins to continue recording.

“That’s not all. What I wanted to say is, I—um, had fun today. I’m not mad that you went away—well, not that mad, anyway. I understand. There are things you can’t go into detail over, and—yeah, I guess that’s it.” You shook your bags near the phone. “Thank you for the Yoshi and the tapes. You should come over whenever you have time to listen to them together. Promise I’ll spare you the boring trivia.

“Actually, the trivia isn’t boring; you are the one who doesn’t appreciate it, and—damn, I’m ranting again. Just gimme a call, okay? Let me know you’re alive. I probably shouldn’t say this, but I really like your voice. If something bad were to happen, I’d miss hearing it. Maybe if my voice was as nice, you’d listen to me more, but I’m not complaining. I really like it, and I really like you.”

Your cheeks felt hot as you awkwardly chuckled. “You can’t laugh, okay? Don’t you dare laugh, ‘cause I know you like me too. I hope you do. Whatever. You’ll never hear me say this to your face, but I really like you a lot, Toji. Everything about you. I love every single thing about you. Thanks for being my friend and family.

“I’m running out of coins, so I’ll end this here. Talk to you soon. Take care.”

You placed the earphone back in its place and opened the door, banking on the negative fives to cool down your body’s elevated temperature. You managed three steps before the phone started to ring. Without second thought, you threw yourself back into the booth, apologizing as you realized the voice on the other line didn’t belong to the one you thought it would.

You were ready to hang up when the stranger’s words made your heart plummet in your chest. He wasn’t the owner of the beeper, but the device had temporarily fallen into his hands. He claimed to have found it in a manhole four kilometers away from Takaido station, and while there were a lot of gaps in his story, you agreed to meet up at a cafe a few blocks from your current location.

Meeting with a man whose face you didn’t know was risky, but the streets were filling up, and someone had to retrieve the beeper in Toji’s stead. It’d be fine.

“Alright, I’ll see you in ten to fifteen minutes, Mister Kong.”

Your footprints chased closely after you on the way to the car, two separate trails merging every few meters when Toji would lean down to press a kiss on your lips. His kisses tasted salty after that many hours on the beach, though you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wanted to cherish those moments before they crumpled and you woke up back on your couch with the memories of a dream you’d never truly lived.

In this dream, where a tomorrow had yet to dawn, he suggested that you one day return with a towel to finish what you’d started. You talked about trying out the local specialties and staying at a nearby ryokan—because in that dream, your shift didn’t start for five hours and you could afford to break the bank.

Your last stop occurred in front of the passenger seat’s door as you dusted the sand off your clothes. He wasn’t thrilled with your covering his artwork—little pink love bites and light purple bruises lacing your collarbones and breasts—but he let you wear his shirt indefinitely this time.

“Good?” You performed a small twirl, hoping that you’d gotten all the sand off your back.

Toji gestured for you to turn around again, his palm smoothing out the fabric until it landed a muted thwack on your butt. “Now ya good.” He grinned, walking over to his seat.

You held off getting in the car, stealing a final glance at the tranquil landscape before it faded away. You said goodbye to the sand, the pebbles, and the waves, leaving the trees for last, when the outline of something crawling among some rocks attracted your attention.

The creature in discussion had eight long limbs and a seemingly liquid head it dragged behind it, bits of seaweed sticking out of its coral complexion.

“Is that a curse?” You pointed at the horizon, forcing Toji to peek outside the window.

“That’s an octopus. Probably hitchhiked on the riptide.” He fixed the right-side mirror and closed the door. “Not everything’s a curse, dummy. Ya might not see another in your life—best forget it ever happened.”

He was right. You’d lived twenty seven years without a curse making a move. There was no reason to believe they’d suddenly start swarming you as if you were dipped in honey.

Once you were both inside the car, he twisted the key in the ignition, only for the engine to sputter and then immediately die. You knew the bare minimum about cars, so you assumed he knew what he was doing when he stepped outside and popped the hood to take a look at the machinery. You even thought the kick he gave the front wheel was part of some ritual to fix the failure, until he opened your door for you and, with an irritated smile, declared you weren’t going to believe this.

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roarndoodles · 3 months ago

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Vampiric

Chapter 1: Interrupted Dinner

Long ago, three races ruled over Earth: HUMANS, MONSTERS, and VAMPIRES

Frightened by the bloodlust of their counterpart, humans and monsters united to rid the world of its evil.

The third race fled, but the opposing forces were too strong.

Wiped from existence, humans and monsters settled back into peaceful life.

One day, a war broke out between the remaining races.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many years later a human child freed the monsters from their prison...

Bright moonlight peaked through the trees. Despite being near the end of fall, plenty of the forest was lush with life and greenery. The gentle autumn breeze wafted the dead leaves into the air, and as they slowly drifted downward, a couple caught on a disgruntled skeleton.

“so tell me again why yer draggin’ me into the woods at night?” Red asked, peeling the dead leaves from the fur of his coat.

Sans casted a glance to his alternate. “cuz you're my backup”

“for what exactly? and did it have to be at 1 in the fuckin mornin?”

“well” Sans started “ya know those trail cams i set up to keep an eye-socket on the perimeter of the property? i've been getting pings on one of them around this time every other night. the photos have all been pretty unclear, so who knows what could be out here to jump our bones. i brought you along for an intimidation factor. as much as it pains me to say, no one is gonna be scared out of their skin by just lil ol’ me.”

Red stopped walking as his hands trembled in barely concealed anger. “yer fuckin’ with me. you got me up at bum fuck o'clock to go to this shitty ass woods to check out what. an animal? I GOT A 7AM SHIFT TOMORROW CLASSIC!” Just as Red was about to go on another tirade Sans interrupted him.

“you hear that?”

In the newly quiet forest, a soft sound could be heard: humming. It wasn't a distinct song, there was no rhyme or rhythm, but it was soothing. Slowly, the boys moved closer into the dense forest where the song was most prominent. There, shrouded in darkness, was a figure petting an animal on a rock.

“what the- hey kiddo, what are you doing out here so late?” Sans said, eyeing the figure as the humming continued. “don't you know it's rude to be on someone's property at odd hours?”

“uhh…classic i don’t like the feeling of this”

The humming stopped. “Someone's property?” the figure said, their voice light and airy. “No no, you must be mistaken, this place hasn’t been owned by anyone in a long while. You must be thinking of that sweet farm a few miles North of here.”

“sorry to break it to you kid, but my family and I bought this place recently. now would you mind enlightening us on why you're out here so late”

The figure slowly stood up and the animal they were petting jumped off their lap and towards the two monsters. Red jerked back and grabbed Sans ready to teleport as a little lamb stepped into the moonlight. It looked at them with its yellow eyes, it's rectangular pupils boring into their sockets before it skipped away into the forest. “You see” Red and Sans’ eye lights snap back to the still obscured figure “I am a shepherd and the grass in this forest and surrounding fields is much more luscious than other areas. I've been coming here regularly to feed my herd before the winter frost comes.”

Sans thought back to why he bought the property in the first place. As soon as he stepped foot here, he could tell that the amount of magic concentrated here was incredibly higher than the surrounding areas. Perhaps the plethora of magic is helping the surface plants grow better?

“that doesn't explain why yer out here so late”

“The weather is much nicer at night. I'm sensitive to the sun, and despite the forest's shade, I still seem to get sun burns.”

“yeah likely story–” Red was cut off by a gasp as he stepped into the moonlight.

The air in the forest shifted and it seemed even quieter than before. In a lower voice the figure muttered “A monster.”

“yeah kid what about it?” asked Sans. Monsters had been above ground for nearly 3 years, and it certainly wasn't a surprise to see them around Ebbot.

“Is it true?” The figure stated. “Are you really made out of pure magic?”

“classic that feeling is back”

“Oh I’m just soooo lucky! A real life monster. This is quite the opportunity. Now… seeing as you did interrupt my dinner earlier, I think it's only fair that I get a bite.”

Suddenly, the figure was right in front of Sans. They swiped their claws, only catching a bit of his cheekbone before Red grabbed Sans and shortcuted 4 feet away. In the moonlight, the two skeletons got a better look at their attacker. They were tall and lanky with wild mid-length hair covering most of their face and ears. They were dressed in a dark, ratty cloak that covered most of their clothes. A tightly drawn smile was etched across their face and their eyes were partially closed, only showing a sliver of yellow. Slowly, the figure brought the hand that sliced Sans up to their mouth. A tongue darted out from their smile and licked the dust off of their hand. The glow of yellow in their eyes sparked before they were shut again.

“Mannnn, I'm just so lucky! You have no idea how hard it is to find pure magic. I've got to thank you, this will last me weeks.”

Red bared his teeth, licking his gold, false tooth, as he prepared to attack. “i don't know what the HELL yer on human, but you got some nerve–”

“Human? It's been forever since I've been mistaken for a measly human. Tell me monster, do you not know what I am? Do they no longer tell stories about us under your bed? I must laugh…”

“Surely you remember the Vampiric?”

As the figure asked the question in a low, threatening tone, they turned to fully face the skeletons. Two small horns peaked from the wild mess of hair along with two ears matching the lamb from before. A long, wool covered tail was partially obscured by the cloak. When the skeletons failed to answer, the figure sighed.

“Of course. Well, this dinner has been great, but I've got to leave. I'll see you two monsters around.”

“hey wait–” but before Sans could finish, the figure disappeared.

“the hell was that classic? the fuck's a vampiric? why did they lick yer dust? What the ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YER SURFACE.”

“let's go home. i think we need to do some research.”

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enchantinglyjade · 9 months ago

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𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Chapter Nine

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

Masterlist Previous | Next Warnings: NSFW 18+, heavy makeout, bullying, swearing

“This year’s already stressing me out. The boys are barely adequate and we’ve been practicing all summer to put these Americans on their asses. Sorry, Twila.”

“No, by all means.”

After a rematch with Gryffindor, the Slytherin’s were now qualified to enter the Internationals and were determined to climb their way to the World Cup. First match would be against Ilvermorny, Hogwarts already preparing to host their opposing team.

Jewel takes a less thoughtful bite of her muffin, looking over towards the Slytherin table at her team. “I can’t believe they’re already going to be arriving tomorrow.”

Twila is happy that her relationship with Jewel is mended once more, but less than happy to hear that her old school would be coming to stay at Hogwarts for a week. She contemplates hiding in her room the next few days just to avoid them, there are more than a few people she would not like to see again.

The hours go by all too quickly, and next she knows, the entire student body is gathered in the Great Hall to welcome the foreign school. Luckily, it is just the winning Ilvermorny quidditch team coming to visit, leaving a few hundred people out that Twila prayed to avoid. Unluckily, the winning team is the Horned Serpents, her former rival house.

Twila stays on her guard, now more than aware that her old classmates are roaming freely in the halls. She hugs her torso, keeping her head low.

“Are you alright, Twila?” Jewel asks with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She answers shortly, deciding to ‘fix her hair’ as they pass one of the navy and crimson colored robes standing out amongst the Hogwarts ones.

Jewel chuckles at this. “Recognize any of them?”

“Been trying not to.” Twila hugs herself tighter, continuing to peer over the student's heads.

Jewel studies her friend's face understandingly. “Draco and I are hanging out in the courtyard. You should come.”

“Are you talking about me?” A deeper voice comes from behind them. Draco’s head appears over Jewel’s shoulder.

“Twila’s joining us. Come.” Jewel grasps Twila’s hand and pulls her towards the courtyard.

Draco follows slowly with a roll of his eyes. The two sit on the grass, looking up at Draco and waiting for him to join them, but he is reluctant to dirty his robes. He sits with a grumble, crossing his legs in a more comfortable position. “So, Twila, seeing as you went to Ilvermorny, what do you know about the Horned Serpents?”

Twila turns to him in surprise, like she’s been pulled out of a thought just then. “Oh, um, what do you mean exactly? Just in general?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, like strengths, weaknesses or whatever. I need to know what I’ll be going up against at the end of the week.”

Twila shifts in her spot a bit, reluctant to remember. “Well, as far as quidditch goes, I’m not sure. I never really watched them play. But as a house, Horned Serpents are known for their intelligence and academics.”

Draco scoffs. “And I suppose this is your old house we’re going against then?”

Twila chuckles, shaking her head. “I was not, actually. I was in Thunderbird; moody, but smart and soulful adventurers.”

“Drawn to bird houses, are we?” He scoffs out, raising a dubious brow. “I can see moody just fine, but you? An adventurer? Seems unlikely to me.”

“Then I may surprise you.” She giggles out proudly.

His eyes squint, a doubtful chuckle escaping his lips as he leans his hands back into the lush grass. “Oh will you? I’m sure you’re quite the daredevil.” He states sarcastically.

“We should invite them to our common room sometime.” Jewel says with a smirk, adjusting herself to sit on her feet. “Learn a bit about them.”

Twila scoffs, disinterested. “You guys have fun with that.”

Draco finds himself amused by her response.

The trio continue their friendly discussion for some time until Twila has to take a sudden leave upon realizing the time. The remaining pair watch as the odd Ravenclaw races her way back into the castle.

However, Jewel is more than used to the girl’s behavior and turns to Draco with something she needs immediately discussed. Her voice is lowered as she waits for a group of students to pass by. “Did you put the map back in my room?”

Draco’s expression turns serious, able to quickly adjust to the sudden change in energy. He nods, responding at a similar volume. “Yeah, right where you asked.”

She lets out a nervous breath. “Good. I don’t want him to know you had it. Thank you for taking it for a while.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, but his smile is slight. “Yeah, no problem.”

༺ ☆ ༻

Though the Horned Serpents are visiting, that in fact does not halt classes for the rest of the school.

Being forced into History of Magic with Mattheo is one of Twila’s least favorite parts of the day. Not that she cares, of course. Her emotions are one hundred percent in her control, and if she says she doesn’t feel anything, then feel anything she will not. She just has to make sure to keep staring at anything else in the room, then everything will be fine.

Later in the day, Jewel guides the girls to the Slytherin Common Room, granting them access through the doors through her invitation. Twila is amazed as she watches the snake tile in the floor, rise up and slither into the shape of an entryway, confirming to her the exact location of the common room. She is barely surprised to find it near the hall that leads to the detention room she and Snape meet at.

The girls walk shyly behind Jewel as they descend further and further into the cold and damp basement. The sounds of water droplets fill their ears before a large fountain comes into their view, and then the ginormous windows that look into the depth of the Black Lake. Twila finds it all extremely beautiful, and oddly inspiring.

Chatting and jabbering make it known to Twila and, just as Jewel had promised, the common room is full of the foreign students. A grumble vibrates at the bottom of Twila’s throat. Jewel has failed to mention that today would be the day that she’d invited the Ilvermorny team to the common room.

Draco lounges at the center of it all, keeping a friendly facade as he assesses the rival team while they speak to him. His friends surround him, engaging in conversation with the navy robed students. It is no surprise to Twila that the Horned Serpents had found quick friends in the Slytherins. They are very alike in her mind.

As they edge closer, their ears pick up on their conversation, that is until it halts entirely upon the new students' eyes landing on the girls. A familiar boy’s face lights up, making Twila’s stomach churn in a mix of nerve and anger.

Silas. Oh, how she hated him.

“I can’t believe it.” Silas chuckles out, causing the Slytherin’s to follow his gaze towards her. “Twila, we’ve missed you the past two years. Where have you been?” He asks, but anyone could pick up on the ill intent in his voice.

She picks at a loose string that hangs from the sleeve of her sweater dress, but her eyes never falter away from his. She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. “I was there. I’m surprised you didn’t notice considering you still can’t keep my name off your tongue.”

The sides of Draco’s lips curl at her gentle remark, watching the scene play out in a silent amusement.

Unfortunately, Silas finds this equally as amusing. “Ah, I see. You transfer schools and suddenly you’ve grown a voice. What changed? Do your new friends not know why you left?”

Twila’s mouth dries of a comeback, looking down at him with a wavering glare. What does he know? What have they been saying about her since she left? Did they tell Draco?

“We know more than you ever will.” Jewel steps forward to take the lead, before taking Twila’s arm and guiding her away from the situation and to the dorms instead. She looks over her shoulder with a proud smile as the boy glares at the back of Twila’s head, but her friend gives him no further acknowledgement.

As they go, Silas chuckles a victorious laugh.

Draco keeps his eyes on her as well, mind swirling with more than a few questions. Then, he turns back to Silas with an eyebrow raised. “You two seem to know each other.” He observes.

The American boy chuckles sarcastically. “She’s a freak. She messed with hexes and curses and got expelled for it.”

One of his friends leans forward. “I’m putting my money on the idea that she couldn’t handle being the outcast and got caught trying to get revenge on the school. She was always quiet and had this mean look to her. I wouldn’t be surprised if news came out that she tried to burn down the school.”

Draco finds their rumors curious. He has questioned her about her past at Ilvermorny before, but he’s never gotten any straight answers. Though it is all rather ironic. It was no secret that Twila didn’t cherish her memories from Ilvermorny. Did she really have ill intentions towards the school however?

The blond simply nods in silence and lets himself digest these words while his friends take over the conversation.

However, Draco isn’t the only one of Twila’s new acquaintances that had seen the interaction take place.

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Game day doesn’t come quick enough for Twila, but eventually she finally finds herself seated in the pitch.

Cheers roar throughout the stadium as the teams step out onto the field; Slytherin dressed in green, Horned Serpent in purple. Serpent against serpent, both equal matches in intellect and craftiness and perfect mirrors of one another in more ways than one.

The teams are rushed with adrenaline as they ready themselves in the center. The winner moves on to the next international game and ultimately to the Quidditch World Cup, something no Hogwarts team has ever achieved.

One Slytherin boy finds his heart racing particularly fast.

As the game begins, Mattheo’s mind goes black, focus laser sharp. He’s been waiting for this moment all season and his team is determined to win, any distractions be damned.

They battle it out until halftime swings around and they are just barely ahead. He sits with his team on the benches, resting while the band plays their tunes. He scans the crowd, looking for no one in particular, but his eyes find her regardless.

Twila sits with her friends, all three decked out in green. The group of girls yell chaotically for their home team, well, Penelope does anyways. The other two simply smile and clap, showing their support a few octaves lower than their red headed friend.

The boy lets out a chuckle to himself, unable to stop from smiling a little bit. Though her friends cheer Jewel on, it’s clear to him where Twila’s eyes have fallen despite their last interaction.

The band plays their last note, causing another uproar from the crowd. Excitement flies through the air once more as the two teams return to their positions.

Mattheo tries hard to focus on the game again, but his heart beats faster than normal. He can feel her eyes follow him everywhere; he’s unable to escape her influence, nor the distracting thoughts that come with it. He tries to remind himself what happened the last time he let his imagination run wild, but he finds himself looking back at her nonetheless.

Despite having more than a few teammates with their heads occupied with thoughts outside the game, Slytherin ends victorious. The crowd is loud and chaotic. Slytherin will proceed to the next international game, that much closer to the World Cup.

Twila smiles brightly as her friends cheer, reveling in knowing that her old school will be gone in the morrow and return home as losers. Then, she rushes through the stadium with Celia, and Penelope to find where Jewel and her team are celebrating.

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As one would guess, a party would naturally ensue for the winning team, the scheming Slytherins already planning a night of fun for their efforts and the professors pretending to know nothing about it.

Mattheo and Draco find their way to the common room. Loud music fills the area and people are crowded everywhere. It doesn’t take them long to find Jewel’s squad already celebrating within the crowd.

Draco pushes his way over, but Mattheo stays back. His face clouds over with a different kind of emotion. Something tells him to walk over to her, but everything else tells him not to. It’s a bad idea and will do more harm than good.

He can’t help but smile at her in spite of everything that was said last between them. Her braids drape down her dress, their caramel color subtle under the dim lights. He thinks green suits her, maybe even too well. Mattheo can’t even imagine the chaos that would occur if Twila were in the same house, the sneaking Jewel would do to hide her from him. But then he’d have the chance to bump into her more often. He’d also be able to sneak around with her better. Maybe if she was a Slytherin she’d understand his urgency for privacy. Or better yet, maybe she’d be in on it.

The new girl bounces in her spot, dancing softly to the music while her friends begin drinking. Her head turns as she innocently scans the crowd, still dancing, that is until her eyes land on him.

Suddenly, his chest feels tight. He wants to go over there so badly.

Jewel is none the wiser to their staring contest. The brunette closes her eyes, throwing her hair gently to the music. He’d be lying if he said he never once felt something for Jewel. Naturally, after spending a childhood with someone, one would feel the urge, but those feelings long been destroyed. Besides, between the two of them, Twila is the only real gem that seems to shine in his eyes.

As Jewel leaves to grab another drink, he sees this as an opportunity to approach Twila, but as he does so, his feet get heavier the closer and closer he gets. He shouldn’t, but he almost can’t stop himself.

To his surprise, she smiles wider as he makes his way towards her. “Congratulations!” She says excitedly to him, but it is crystal clear the mask she is fighting to maintain, the ‘No hard feelings’, ‘We can still be friends after our break up’ lie that couples tend to attempt for half a day before never speaking again.

He’s both shocked and disappointed by her reaction, but plays along with the casual charade for her sake. “Thank you. We really needed that win. It’s been a tough few years.”

The two stand rather awkwardly as the party continues around them. Life goes on, but they stay still, reluctant even. He looks down at her, eyeing her from up close now. Her green skirt fans out past her hips, showing her support for the team, for his team. “I, um, I like the green. Looks good on you.” His heart races all over again, no matter how innocently he tries to speak his words.

“Thanks.” She smiles, swaying in a flustered manner at his complement, only making said skirt swish against her skin. Then, she pauses for a moment, biting her lip at a thought. She shouldn’t say it, but she’s dying to see his reaction. “It’s for you,” she quickly adds.

Part of Twila almost hopes Mattheo doesn’t hear that last part over the loud music. She shouldn’t flirt, she knows it’s wrong, but it just comes so naturally between them. However, she is pleasantly disappointed that he does hear her.

He chuckles, cheeks beginning to rose. As the thought registers in his mind, he feels a warmth in his gut. “Really, for me?”

She nods, eyes fluttering to look up at him, daring yet shy.

He feels a sense of nervousness wash over him. He doesn’t expect something like this from her, and yet here she is, twirling around in a green skirt in support of him. He tries to keep his eyes locked on her face. We’re being casual, just friendly and casual. “That’s real sweet of you, Twila.”

His mind begins to wander to places it shouldn’t be. He knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to just ignore the connection he once felt between them.

He glances over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching them, someone in particular. The last thing he needs is Jewel to see them even in the same room. He takes in the environment. The music is loud and no one is paying attention to anything but the music. His heart pounds, but before he can catch himself, the words just seem to spill out. “Is it okay if we talk somewhere more private?”

His stomach fills with dread. Why would he ask that?

Twila hesitates for a moment, looking over at her friends at the food table with multiple feelings beginning to shiver through her body. Just a talk. What harm could be done? Besides, what Jewel never finds out won't hurt her. In the end, she agrees.

He gives her a hand, moving the two of them away from the main crowd before anyone can process their absence. He decides the best place for them to talk would be the privacy of his dorm room, an easy place to sneak off to. He enters the room quickly, before shutting and locking the door behind her. “We should be good in here,” he says as he pats the wooden door, making sure it fits snugly between its lock.

She scratches her arm nervously, taking a peek around the boy’s slightly messy room, but still, she beams with anticipation. “What did you want to talk about?” She asks with an excited glint in her eyes.

Mattheo moves a bit closer. His chest flutters with nerves. He used to be confident around her, around most people. He can’t believe what’s gotten into him lately. “Did you really mean it?” He murmurs, eyes locked on her face.

“Mean what?” She asks.

Another step closer, the distance between the two disappearing quicker than they can even realize. “When you said you wore that for me. Did you really mean that?” His voice is just barely above a whisper, his words close enough to be able to glide past her own mouth.

Her face heats up, her body melts. She raises an eyebrow at his boldness, but she’s also so very pleased and impressed by his actions. Her breathing grows heavier as he nears, her eyes tracing a line between his eyes and lips, unable to find words of her own.

His heart thuds hard in his chest. Mattheo’s eyes become as heavy as his breathing. He can feel his control slipping from the palm of his hand and into hers instead. “We shouldn’t do this… should we…?”

“No.” She whispers weakly, but doesn’t pull away as he inches closer and closer.

He scans her face, only imagining the things she’s thinking. “We should stop…”

“Yeah.” Her breath cascades across his lips, her hands reaching out to place on his chest to anchor her to something as she feels her balance begin to waver.

Just a hair away now. “It would be wrong, wouldn’t it…?”

“Just shut up and do it already.” She whispers back.

That’s all he needs to hear and, in an instant, his lips latch on to hers. He leans into the kiss as feelings of euphoria overwhelm his body. He feels the need to have even more of her, every moment feeling like something he’s never felt before.

She moans against his lips, holding his face still as her lips meet his back. She feels a strong current of electricity pour through her body as his hands grasp her waist and move her back against the wall.

He breaks away, only far enough for his lips to graze upon hers as he speaks. “Is this what you wanted?” He grins, reconnecting them.

She hums smugly against him. “I know it’s what you’ve been wanting.”

He chuckles softly at her comment, moving down to kiss her neck. “Don’t act like you’re any better than me.” He mumbles against her skin.

She lets out a breathy laugh, holding the back of his head so his lips can press firmly to her neck. She rolls her head to rest on the wall behind her, her eyes closing shut in pleasure.

Her reactions are enough to drive him crazy. With every kiss, he draws out her soft and sweet sounds, pressing closer to her until there’s not an inch left between them. He moves down her neck, leaving behind small spots wherever his lips touch until finding his way to her collarbone to make a nibble and then back up to her ear so he can whisper to her. “Is the skirt really for me?” His voice low and quiet, just for her to hear.

She giggles at his questioning, her eyes still shut and her head resting upon the wall. “Am I not allowed to support my favorite team?” She smirks.

But he only smirks back. “I know a few ways you can support me without it,” his voice even deeper than before and his fingers trailing up her inner thigh and beneath the article of clothing.

Her smirk disappears, her eyes now looking up at him with a needy lust.

The fabric of the skirt bunches up around his wrist as he reaches higher. Her legs clench around his hand with a whimper, but his free one grasps her leg, bringing it up to his hip to allow him access again as his lips find home in her neck. “You want me, don’t you?”

Her head feels like it’s made of clouds, her fingers feeling like they’re the only things with strength in her body as they grip tightly onto his shoulders.

“Say the words.”

She closes her eyes, chest heaving. “I want you.”

He reaches for her other leg now, lifting it to his other hip and pinning her against the wall with his pelvis. The two lock lips again, before Twila finds her hips moving at their own accord, as much as her position allows her to. However, to her satisfaction, Mattheo is quick to return the gesture with his own movements.

He’d have to listen to his mind eventually, but maybe one last night won’t hurt, so long as no one finds out.

He brings her to his bed, letting her slide down his body until she’s laying down upon it, smiling up at him with an excited grin. He dives down on top of her, his hands shimmying up her legs and back beneath her skirt until finding the cotton of her undergarments where he then leaves a soft kiss before gently biting at the sensitive skin of her thighs.

She arches her back, before reaching down to pull him into another kiss, however, his hand remains between her legs. She moans into his lips, letting her hands run down the front of his shirt before slipping underneath to graze up his torso. His hands reach up to do the same to her and she nearly falls victim to it, before her mind flashes with panic.

“Wait!” She calls out suddenly.

Mattheo stares down at her in shock and concern, stopping his movements entirely. “What? What’s wrong?”

Twila calms her breathing, realizing she’s scared him now. Her eyes fill with guilt as she meets his. “Sorry, I- Can I keep my shirt on?”

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at first, but agrees quickly after, his nerves settling as he’s happy to hear that she’s alright. “Yeah, of course. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

She smiles at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his lips once more.

However, the look in her eyes makes him falter for a moment. He leans down to kiss her back, before something comes into his mind. His mark. He nearly forgot entirely. “Uh, as long as I can keep mine on too.”

She giggles, not thinking much about it. “That’s fine with me.”

His face gets hot. He’s nervous and excited all at once, but he keeps his composure.

“I need you, Mattheo.” She whispers, saying his name like it’s been stuck in her throat for ages.

His heart’s beats faster than it ever has, both of them ignoring the promises they gave to Jewel.

At the end of the night, Twila falls asleep with a smile still on her lips, but Mattheo can’t help but lie awake, very unsure of himself and the pain he’s brought both of his past lovers.

Of all the times he’s hurt Jewel, this would be the one to sting them both the worse. Jewel was reluctant to forgive him before, he can only hope she never finds out what they’ve done now.

He can’t keep hurting the both of them like this. He’s known from the start that anything between him and Twila cannot last, which only makes the depth of his involvement with her feel all the more painful. Shall his world ever discover her, it will without a doubt drown her before she ever realizes that it’s happening, a secret Jewel knows and has held against him for years.

He never should have trusted Jewel with his secret. He never should have become the monster he is today in the first place.

With both guilt and disconnection in his eyes, heaviness in his sigh, he picks himself up and leaves the room.

#shadowed fates #mattheo riddle #draco malfoy #tom riddle #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #harry potter #ravenclaw #slytherin

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certifiedcharlatan · 2 years ago

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White Willows

1…2…3…1…2…3…

Seconds were all that were between the paces between breath and the strike of the Willow switch against skin. A switch being a improvised cane, this one formed from a willows branch, flexible, strong and whiplike when worn.

Atop a hill nearly barren hill, underneath the curtain like shade of a single willow tree. The scene holds two- a Trainer and Pet. One dressed and the latter only equipped with a collar and leash, tightly lashed to the closest hanging willow branch, keeping the Pet sat up on their knees and back straight.

Shade would be the only real shield against the elements, and eyes. The leaves cascade from the branches with the breeze, shaking free some sunlight to graze against bare skin.

“We’ll begin under these conditions: This session is one hour. Any signs of fatigue or exhaustion, or any noises will warrant a switching. Any signs of weakness will be weaned out.” The session truly begins once there is a quiet nod, eyes locked and ready, body braced.

With one test strike, the aforementioned weakness is gauged; one lash of the switch lands firmly against their left thigh. As a flinch is noticed and a whine heard under the willows shade- A quiet echo across the hill and field compared to the winds howl- steps crossing to the opposite side could be heard as another strike lands on the opposing thigh. Two long stinging welts form as the skin raises- mirroring each other. The wind brushes past like a cool breath; causing a quiet seething that doesn’t go unnoticed. Another ‘thwack’ echos and the sound of the leash pulling taut could barely be described behind the cry and following whimpers.

The original strike was to the bend of their hip, ending at their back, and the following cry would earn them two more across the back. Causing wilding bucking and grunting to ensue as an attempt to stifle any more weakness, the involuntary shaking betraying the attempt at composure.

Minutes melt into one another as the restrained starts to blank- this moment felt frozen in time- and as their eyes close to gain a sense of reprieve? The switch crosses both thighs, firmly and faster than before, the welt has some bruising and reddish skin around the edges, this one may last one or two days. This admiration would be cut short, as the resulting shock would cause a gasp to escape.

“Are we starting to get tired?” Can only be heard with a taunting false concern before another strike could be heard, much harder than before- this one aimed at the tree, much farther away. This clears the haze, posture suddenly perfect again and eyes wide and alert.

The sound of kneeling against grass could be heard with “You have 10 minutes left- break the Leash if you wish to stop, but 10 minutes is nothing.”

While trailing over the marks visible from their eyes- a resolve is found in only a minute giving 9 left to their precious session. While bracing in silence, an affirmative nod is given as the next lash is felt crossing over their ass, causing a reflex to buck and lose composure, and it isn’t too long before another follows. Before 5 minutes left on the timer, there would be a soft silence as a collar is removed, and a voice calls for: “Scene.”

Ending on a view of two aiding in dressing. An excitement awaits for what lies at home as they descend the hill.

Hope you enjoy~

-Saint.

#exhibtionist #exhibition kink #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #bd/sm sadist #bd/sm masochist #bd/sm lifestyle #bd/sm writing #bd/sm blog #bd/sm pet #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm slave #writing #creative writing #inspiration #bored #nsft concept

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topperscumslut · 2 years ago

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so my dog decided to be a little shit and scare the fuck out of me today before work

so i woke up right as my dad was leaving for work this morning and just chilled for a few hours before going to grab lunch and then go to my afternoon shift today right

so like 15 minutes before i leave i let my dogs out since my dad won’t be home for another few hours. both of my dogs (a boy and a girl) are both really old, but when they were a lot younger when i was a little kid the girl (who’s a beagle/terrier mix as opposed to the boy’s full bred beagle) would always get really excited, especially if she saw something like people or a cat, and would jump over the fence and my parents and i would have to frantically run around the neighborhood before finally finding her in a neighbor’s yard, so we usually always put her on a tie out leash when we let her outside to go potty. there are sometimes where my dad will let her out without out if he knows he can stand there and watch her the whole time since we know she likes to be able to run around like our other dog does and gets sad when he can run around and she can’t, but we usually leave them out for a while so they have enough time to do their business and get their energy out so my dad usually doesn’t watch her the whole time and just puts her on her tie out.

however, if im only taking my eyes off of them for a short amount of time i often just let her go free (well, within the confines of the fence, that is), especially if im in a rush before work and don’t have the extra time to put her on the leash and get her off, especially if she ends up getting her leash tangled up like the dumbass she is (i love her tho). i still try to be careful with it *just in case* and don’t leave her alone in the yard unchained for more than a few minutes at a time, but she’s gotten really old and can’t move as well as she used to (although still pretty good for her age) and hasn’t tried to jump the fence in YEARS, and even if she did i would probably hear her barking as a warning, cuz she only did it if something outside of the fence caught her attention

anyway i put the dogs out and run back upstairs to grab the rest of my stuff to leave for work, put my shoes on, and go to check on them literally five fucking minutes later. i look for them and the other one is already ready to come in so i let him in, but i can’t see this dumb little fucking bitch fucking anywhere. so then i started second guessing myself and go oh shit, did i even put her out in the first place, or did i trick myself into thinking i already had cuz i was planning to? cuz the boy dog usually runs straight to me when i try to put him out but the girl is much more reluctant to go both in and out, so im like maybe she wouldn’t come out yet so i went to grab my shit for work and was just going to put her out after right. so now im frantically calling for her both inside and outside and she’s still not fucking coming.

usually i wouldn’t think much of it cuz a lot of times i can call and call for her while she’s outside and her bitch ass will stare me dead in the eye and refuse to come in while her brother runs right up to me, but i could not see this motherfucker at all. so i barely step outside, still nothing, and then come back inside and search every fucking room of the house for her, NOTHING. so at this point i start to panic and go back outside all the way into the yard.

so im freaking out and by the time i get to nearly the back of the yard this fear gets much much worse as im continuing to call her for and she’s still not coming to me. that is, until i get to the very back, to the shed where there’s a little platform in front of the shed door that’s view is entirely covered by bushes, a platform that in 12 years I’ve almost never seen her lay on since she loves laying in the grass so much, and lo and behold there is fucking Daisy, smiling motherfuckerly at me like the sadistic little fuck that she is.

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canadian-riddler · 2 years ago

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Age of Extinction removes him another three times:

- he gets in a fight with Galvatron and Lockdown appears, who takes him out badly enough he can’t move. he gets brought up to Lockdown’s ship and strung up by one foot in a cage for like half an hour. he then operates just fine for some reason even though he hasn’t been repaired

- the Autobots steal part of Lockdown’s ship during their escape, but while they’re attempting to retrieve the Seed he gets stuck on the crashing ship and ends up in the mountains while Hound and Bumblebee have to fight fifty infected robot prototypes alone. yes, this is so he can wrangle a robot T-rex and then ride it back into the city. yes, it also means Optimus is conveniently not around when they need him

- the one and only time he drops his sword, Lockdown takes it and impales him into a building with it. obviously he can’t get it out himself and has to struggle with this for about five minutes until the humans pull it out for him using a conveniently located tow truck, but I actually like this one because it follows him doing something he has been emphatically against for four movies

- earlier on they’re driving away and they all end up drifting to a stop around a corner. all except Optimus, who can’t pull that off and ends up stopping in the grass on the side of the road. somehow he is still driving in front when they get going again even though this manoeuvre puts him in the back

- they’re attempting to get the Seed towards a bridge and for some reason they all transform back into cars to drive there? even though Optimus had been riding Grimlock for like the previous five minutes and if he’d continued doing that it would have been much faster? Optimus actually somehow passes Bumblebee on the way, who was in front, which has the hilarious implication they all slow down so he can lead them even during emergencies

- a tidal wave blows over the road they were driving on so they have to transform to get away and Optimus trips again

- when Optimus retrieves the sword from the knight ship, his arms change into a different configuration when he wraps his hands around the grip, as though someone can only remove the sword from the plinth if they have specially made arms

- the entire movie is two hours forty-five minutes long, so not as much time is spent on the part where Cade has to repair Shitbox Optimus Prime as there should be. the timeline is all condensed super weirdly so that Cade is supposed to have done a ton of work in what’s like five minutes in real time; he actually sends someone to the hardware store to pick up parts for Optimus but as soon as he gets back, they get attacked by the CIA. they make it pretty clear Optimus was on his last legs and yet somehow a guy who barely knew how he worked was able to fix him in like. a few hours. condensed into like five minutes. it’s kind of implied he was able to self-repair by scanning a different truck, but that begs the question of why he didn’t just do that when Lockdown mortally wounded him instead of scanning a shitbox truck and then hiding in an abandoned theatre for however long he was there. if he did indeed scan a shitbox truck as opposed to that just being his original default alt, given it was probably in the movie at all to appease the people who had (probably) been complaining they made him a long-hood truck as opposed to the cab-over-engine he was in most (all?) other media

Many scenes in Revenge of the Fallen are hilarious just because Optimus is there and he’s either enormous compared to everyone else on the screen or a transport truck behind several sports cars

#so says Indy #it may sound like I don't like these movies but I actually love them #Optimus Prime #I hope The Last Knight isn't as bad as I remember it being or at least that I won't think it is #I don't remember anything about it just that I didn't like it

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lvllylix · 2 years ago

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The Yin and Yang of Us

Title: The Yin and Yang of Us

Song: Breathe by Lauv

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word Count: 811

Warnings: grumpy binnie

Summary: Changbin and reader explore how their opposing personalities fit together in a tale of cuddles, kisses, and a newfound understanding that their differences make them the ideal pair.

It had been a long day for Changbin. He had been working on a new song for hours and had hit a creative wall, leaving him frustrated and irritable. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed and forget about everything, but he knew he couldn't.

So when you burst into his studio with your bright smile and bubbly personality, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He didn't want to deal with your positivity right now, he just wanted to be left alone.

"Hey, Changbin!" you exclaimed, beaming at him. "I brought you some snacks!"

He looked up at you with a scowl. "I don't want any snacks," he grumbled.

You frowned, your sunshine demeanor faltering slightly. "Is everything okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice.

Changbin let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "No, everything is not okay," he admitted. "I've been stuck on this song all day and I just can't seem to make any progress."

You walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you take a break and we can go for a walk?" you suggested. "Sometimes a change of scenery can help clear your mind."

Changbin rolled his eyes, but the idea did appeal to him. He begrudgingly agreed and the two of you set off on a stroll through the city.

As you walked, you chattered on about anything and everything, determined to cheer up your grumpy boyfriend. Changbin tried his best to ignore you and focus on his thoughts, but he couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm.

"Hey, Changbin, do you remember that time we got lost in this park and ended up having a picnic on the grass?" you asked, pointing to a nearby park.

Changbin nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, that was a good day," he said.

"You were so grumpy that day too," you teased. "I think I have a knack for cheering you up."

Changbin chuckled. "I guess you do," he admitted. "Thanks for putting up with me."

"Anytime, grumpy," you said with a grin.

As you continued your walk, you noticed Changbin's mood starting to shift. He was still quiet, but he seemed less irritable and more contemplative.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" you asked, nudging his arm with yours.

Changbin let out a sigh. "I just feel like I'm not good enough sometimes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stopped walking and turned to face him. "What are you talking about? You're an amazing songwriter and everyone knows it. Don't let one bad day get you down."

Changbin looked at you, really looked at you, for the first time all day. He realized then how lucky he was to have you in his life, always there to bring a little sunshine into his grumpy world.

"Thanks," he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You grinned back at him. "Anytime, babe."

As the sun set and the sky turned to dusk, the two of you made your way back to Changbin's apartment. He felt more relaxed than he had all day, and he knew it was all thanks to you.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was such a downer earlier," he said, stopping in front of his door. "Thank you for cheering me up."

You gave him a soft smile. "Of course, babe. That's what I'm here for."

Changbin leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "I love you," he whispered.

You grinned up at him. "I love you too, sunshine."

With a content sigh, Changbin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and loved.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, watching your favorite movie and stealing kisses in between scenes.

As the night wore on, you felt your eyes starting to droop. You snuggled closer to Changbin, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"Hey, let's go to bed," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded, letting him lead you to his bedroom. He pulled back the covers and you slipped in, curling up against his warm body.

Changbin wrapped his arms around you once again, pulling you close as he pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love for this grumpy, wonderful man. "I'm lucky to have you too," you murmured back.

With a final kiss, you both settled in for the night, wrapped up in each other's arms. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the way your sunshine and grumpiness complemented each other perfectly.

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foggylikemyvision · 2 years ago

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im serious i can't feel anything- hit me.

a not very short short. read at your own discretion.

cw: america's current trans genocide, gunshots, america, fainting, chronic fatigue syndrome (implied)

there's something so, so beautiful about the danger. reaching out and gently holding something that is so often malicious and harmful.

you're enraptured as you hold the muzzle of a crystalline creature, soft and inviting until you hear a loud bang and the creature shatters. it's dark in your room when you wake.

the flickering lights of red and blue and white- ones meant to represent freedom yet oppress those who barely oppose their skewed mindset.

you're enraged as you grip tightly to the end of a blue, pink, and white flag. gunshots ring in the air a little ways away.

you keep marching, even as a bullet tears the very edge of the skin off your leg.

at home, you fear for your life. stage nine, they mutter, stage nine of genocide in the country meant to exist for its people.

you sob, the missing poster of your best friend soaking through with your tears.

maybe you should move to canada? they're- they're taking trans refugees, right?

you take comfort in the fictional world of sagau, being loved and wanting to be loved by your people who think of you as divine.

you know it won't happen, not really. you're a bit too chubby and have too much hair and acne- your habits aren't great and your personality is unattractive-

no, no, this isn't about you.

this is about the people outside, the people screaming and crying and yelling and shouting as they're taken into a van kicking and screaming.

several people look on, disappointed, but no one bats an eye and continues on their day. some even look happy about it.

being under the trans umbrella- something other your assigned gender- it terrifies you. yet, you embrace it as you embraced the crystalline creature in that nightmare so long ago. sharp, dangerous, yet so perfect. you wish to be like it.

in some sick sense- you wish to be feared. you want people to look at you and flinch in fear, to command people with your presence. to be the frightening one instead of being full of fright.

yet, you know it wouldn't happen. you don't have the heart to do it.

you become dizzy, often. standing and suddenly feeling as if you're going to pass out. you're always tired, hungry, even after eating and sleeping a full 8 hours.

you faint one time, as you're stepping back to your device. you become dizzy, black and white spots cloud your vision, and you crumble onto the ground in a heap.

you swear, as your head hits the ground, you can hear frightened shouts coming from your device. you ignore it.

things were odd, that's very much for sure. you got better drops than normal, your daily luck was always the best it could be. you got different dialogue and animations than normal, even.

you try to ignore the worried glances the characters in genshin gave you, passing it off as an expression glitch.

when you woke up from your fainting spree, it wasn't cold, hard, tile you awoke on. it was soft, soft grass. your previously motionless body arises, and you subconsciously bring your hand up to wipe at the drool in the corner of your mouth.

you sit up, carefully cradling the few squirrels laying on top of you, and set them in your lap. you glance around at the too-perfect trees and cut mountains, quickly deducing where you are based on the massive fucking tree above you.

you take a moment to rest, sitting at the statue of the seven with your eyes half-lidded and a soft, contented smile on your lips. eventually, the squirrels leave you, a raven instead landing on your head as you stand up.

"mmn," you mumble to yourself, "hope I don't fucking die on the way to mondstadt, i guess."

you're thankful for your large, oversized jacket with ginormous pockets, as the rocks here are much shinier than earth's and there are plenty of acorns and mushrooms on the ground.

you try to ignore how the flowers and mushrooms you grab seem to grow around your hands, sustaining life despite disconnected from their roots. you try to ignore how the electro crystals don't hurt, despite a small tingle.

you pass it off as a high pain tolerance.

the walk to mondstadt doesn't take nearly as long as it should, what with any monsters you see deciding against attacking you, with a few hydro slimes even coming along for the trip.

hey! at least you didn't faint right?

just kidding you nearly passed out like 10 times. the slimes and birds with you settled for pecking you gently on the head or butting against you whenever they thought you needed to lay down.

at least the naps were good, you think. it was the best sleep you've had in a while.

the thought makes you bitter, but you're glad you're not home.

you push through exhaustion, even as your friends pester you to lay down. you swear that some of the slimes pout.

it's as you're entering mondstadt that you start to see black-white-gray spots cloud your vision and collapse to the ground. a few shouts ring out, but the faint doesn't last long, only a few seconds. dazed, you rise from the cold stone.

"sorry about that.. uh.." you mutter rubbing your eyes after zoning out, "why's everyone looking at me.."

your head hurts and you look up, "oh! sorry little guys. that's my bad, I probably should have listened to you, huh?"

your hand comes to pet the slimes and bird before moving into mondstadt to find a particular.. green bard. knowing the feral goblin, he might know what to do.

oh well, it's worth a shot. what's the worst that could happen?

#👻 tale #chronic fatigue #fainting #sagau isekai #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #author is tired #genshin impact x reader #genshin imapct #genshin cult #genshin cult au #genshin x reader

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euphylli · 2 years ago

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You're taking requests ;) oh hon hon baguette. What about a scenario where Y/N is being plagued by this single mosquito all day and by the end of school they've had enough, determined to finally end it's reign of terror. They see their opportunity when it finally lands, only she doesn't realize it landed on the face of one Matsukawa of the volleyball team (silly Y/N). After her victory dance, they finally figure out that they just slapped their crush. I love you vivi♡

a/n: ok so i changed the prompt a little and I am so sorry this has been in my requests for forever but I just finished it up. i had a ton of fun writing this silly yet cute fic for Matsukawa and it led to even more thoughts of summer camp haikyuu. this is barely beta read so i apologize for any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy!

You loved working for the Summer Camp, though the weather was unbearable. The humidity was horrid, you could never cool off, and not to mention the amount of mosquitos. The camp was on the edge of a huge lake, so there were so many different types of bugs. The kids there were super sweet and being their nurse was a blessing and a curse. There always seemed to be a kid from Ultimate Frisbee coming in, either with a bruise forming on their forehead or scrapes on their arms and legs. The kids always seemed to get really into the game, but maybe it was more their Counselor. He wasn’t the most energetic person but he had an aura that drew in the children. It was cute watching the way he interacted with the kids, he seemed to be in his element with them. He was also kind enough to walk them to your office every time they seemed to get injured. The conversations with him were never long but they were comfortable, and it never felt awkward or forced around him. His personality lured you in.

Today seemed to be the worst out of this year at the camp. The humidity was insane and the mosquitos seemed to be out to get you. Being trapped inside of a small room that had little air flow, you left the door open so you had no escape from them. Hearing footsteps you peeked to see a kid who looked no older than 8 followed by Mattsun.

“So what happened this time?”

“They got hit in the head with a frisbee. Wasn’t my fault this time, I promise.”

“I see. Come here hun, let's get some ice on that for you.” You paused walking over to the cooler to grab some ice. “How many times do you come into my office with a kid, Issei?” He shrugged, picking a piece of grass off the stain on his khaki shorts.

“Everyday,” he mumbled, leaning to drop the piece of grass into your trash as opposed to just leaving it on the floor.

“It’s almost like you’re making excuses to see me.” You chuckled, sealing the ziploc bag and handing it to the child. “Keep this on your head, it will help with the swelling hun.” You gave the kid a quick kiss on where he was hit before he put the ice on it. You looked over your shoulder to see his eyes go wide and he started stuttering out a rebuttal. “Oh?” You half grinned, blushing a little yourself. He quickly looked away from you, suddenly becoming very interested in the ice on the small child’s forehead. Issei put his hand on the child’s shoulder and squeezed gently once.

“Let’s get you back out there, champ. See you later!” He waved over his shoulder, the camper leading the way back to the field. You waved back and then proceeded to swat away another bothersome mosquito. You looked at your watch and sighed. Four more hours until you could go home. You rummaged through your desk drawer and pulled out a book that you had brought with you.

You were two chapters in when you heard a soft knock on the door. Raising an eyebrow, you looked up to see Oikawa leaning on your door frame. Oikawa was the archery counselor for the camp that employed you both. You looked at him expectantly after surveying the room to take note of a child that wasn’t there.

“Is there something you need, Tooru?” You placed the bookmark gently inside your novel and laid it on your desk. He walked all the way in to sit on the small cot next to you and looked at you, smiling devilishly. “What?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“You don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?”

“He brings a child with any injury, as minor as it may be, just so he can see you during the day,” he leaned forward, elbows on his knees with his chin resting in his hands.

“He just wants to make sure they’re okay! Head injuries can be very detrimental, Tooru.” You leaned back in your chair and opened your book back up. He patted his knees and sighed before getting up.

“If you say so…” He sang, slipping out the door. You shook your head and went back to reading. The hottest part of the day was over but still the bugs and heat were relentless. It almost seemed that the lake wasn’t providing any cool air for a good breeze on purpose. You stepped out of your office to get some fresh air before you had to get cleaned up and ready to go home. It was starting to cool down finally and when the breeze hit you couldn’t help but close your eyes and relax. Mattsun had seen you out of the corner of his eyes while grabbing his stuff. He couldn’t help but stare at you drinking in the cool air, but looked away quickly before you could notice.

The next day was even hotter and the mosquitoes seemed to be everywhere and more persistent than usual. There had been one in particular who was following you around and would not go away. Oikawa had stopped by again, smiling to himself.

“What’s got you in such a good mood Tooru?” You were fanning yourself and swatting away that stupid mosquito.

“Has your lover boy dropped in yet today?” He leaned against the wall looking out the door like he was waiting for someone to come in.

“No he hasn’t, but maybe he is playing it safe today and no one get hurt.” You swatted away that mosquito once again, finally getting it to fly a little further away from your face. “Also don’t call him lover boy, he just wants to make sure the kids are ok.”

“Whatever you say.” He lifted himself off the wall he was leaning on and started to head to the door. “I have to get back to my station before the kids get there.”

“Bye Tooru, have fun with the kids.” You waved at him before turning around to get some stuff done.

It had been a while since Tooru had come to ask about Mattsun and he still hadn’t come in. It was weird to not have him come in for a day. He was always in here with a kid who had some sort or bump, cut, or bruise. The mosquito that had been bothering you landed on the desk, thinking you had finally got it and slapped your hand on the desk. The mosquito was able to get away just before you would have crushed it. You sighed, frustrated that it was still bothering you.

“Knock, Knock” Mattsun was standing at the door, without a kid this time. “Sorry for the intrusion”

“Hey, you’re here, thought you weren’t coming in today?” You had stood up from your chair making your way over to him. “Where's the kid? Or is it just you today?”

“Just me. Got hit in the head when a kid threw the frisbee and just wanted to get some ice. Gotta make it quick, the kids are waiting for me. Had to stick them with Iwa for a bit. I didn't trust Makki enough to leave them with him.” Iwaizumi was the Rock climbing counselor and Makki was the arts and crafts counselor. They were some old friends of Mattsuns. He knew Makki would cause more chaos with the kids then he was ready to deal with later.

“Well let me grab you some ice real quick.” You turned to grab some ice and put it in a bag for his head. “Here ya go.” Finally you noticed the mosquito that had landed on Mattsun's cheek. Without thinking you smack him trying to kill it.

“Ow, what the hell.” He brought his hand up to his cheek covering where you had hit him

“I am so sorry! I didn’t even realize” You were in shock you had just slapped him. “I am so sorry, let me get some more ice. I really am sorry” You had started to freak out, your brain finally processing what you had done.

“Hey it's ok. Just a bit shocked and confused why you slapped me.” Mattsun watched you get more ice for his cheek.

“There has been this pesky mosquito that has been following me around all day and it landed on your cheek so without thinking I hit it to kill it.” You had brought the bag of ice to him. “Come here.” Mattsun had walked up to where you were and leaned down to let you help him. As you gave him the bag of ice you kissed his cheek. It was a habit you had picked up from working with kids all summer. You were working on autopilot and hadn’t even realized you did it.

“Thanks.” His cheeks had reddened slightly due to the kiss. His response was quiet and you had just barely heard it. It was weird, he was never this soft spoken around you. You had glanced over to see him just staring at the ground with the ice pack held to his cheek. His face was flushed concerning you more.

“Are you feeling ok? Are you sick?” You had put your hand to his forehead to see if he had a fever. He was warm but it definitely was not a fever. You dropped your hand back to your side as you kept your eyes on him.

“Yeah I'm ok. Just a little caught off guard.” You had given him a confused look. Why would he be caught off guard? Did you do something? You had wracked your brain for anything you could have done. That was when it had finally hit you. You had kissed his injury without even thinking, like he was one of the kids you would treat. It was your turn to blush.

“I am so sorry! I was not thinking when I kissed where I hit you. I do it for all the kids and it just became something I do automatically. I gave it no thought.” It was so embarrassing. He was cute and sweet and there you go making him uncomfortable by kissing his cheek.

“It’s really alright. I think it's cute that you do it. I just wasn’t expecting you to kiss my cheek is all. I mean I come in here everyday with a kid and I have noticed the habit. It’s sweet that you care so much for the kids. Who would I be if I complained that the pretty nurse kissed my cheek.” He was looking right at you now. It made you more nervous. He thought you were pretty?

“Pretty?” It slipped past your lips before you could even think. What was with your brain and body working on autopilot today.

“Well, yeah. Why do you think I stop here everyday? I come to see and talk to the camp's pretty nurse. I could just send the kids in pairs but I always come with them to see you.” You were just staring at him now. It seems Tooru was right after all. He came to see you. Tooru would never let you hear the end of it though if you told him. You couldn’t respond, just stuck in your spot staring at him. “I have been working up the courage to ask you on a date but I always chicken out before I can.”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” It was sincere, you really did want to. You had finally worked up the courage to look him in the eyes after saying them. His eyes lit up hearing your response.

“Great! That’s amazing! When are you free?” He was smiling at you with such enthusiasm, it was contagious. Your own smile mirroring his.

“We could go after we finish up for the day. Normally I just go home and watch something.”

“Amazing! I have to get back to the kids but I will meet you here after camp is finished and then we can go out.” he was backing up and heading out the door to get back to his campers.

“Ok! I will see you then!” You yelled out to him as he ran off towards the camp. You really couldn’t believe that a pesky mosquito would lead to you getting a date.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa issei x reader #summer camp au #no beta we die like men #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Letters to Maitimo - I

Author‘s note: All those opposed to winter say aye😔

Orange has always been my favorite color.

I have always considered it to be the most authentic shade of warmth.

The manifestation of sunlight — of life itself, if you will.

It makes me feel complete.

Nothing compares to the feeling of said light streaming down on my skin. In fact, my skin loves it so much, it eagerly tries to capture some of that warmth and tone until it ends up getting richer in color itself — is it not the rawest confession of its undying love for Anar’s light?

Is it not beautiful how people seem to glow underneath that light? How their cheeks turn rosy and round, their eyes become shimmering orbs that see the world in the most delicious shade of cantaloupe. How life seems to lose all of its trials, and instead becomes nothing but bare feet on tall grass, holding hands with the winds of the East and laughter so heartfelt it makes up for the times spent praying for warmer days. Life would be nothing but a song written in the most poetic language known to elves, men and dwarves alike — even conjuring a genuine, loving smile upon the faces of the Valar.

Naturally, I find myself enamored by your auburn headed grace, for it reminds me of times spent holding hands in the sun. When the air around me seemed to vibrate on its own, filled with that certain weightlessness unique to Laurelin’s season.

I like to imagine you were born in the early evening hours. And Eru Illúvatar looked down upon your gentle soul and decided to tincture your precious hair in the very orange light that was cascading down onto Arda at that moment, forever capturing that buzzing feeling, that particular smell and color of warm sunsets and skies of bloody complexion.

You carry that glow within you at all times. When you enter a room, time seems to stand still.

I see you and I see Anar. I see him rise past the clouds, greeting me with that familiar feeling.

The essence of summer evenings is forever etched into my heart, and it longs for nothing more than to exist in that sphere of magic and lightness.

When on crisp winter mornings, I am met with the harsh silver light of the snow blinding my tired eyes, your freckled cheek on my chest reminds me that summer is here to stay, manifested in your embrace. No matter how far away it may seem, no matter how harsh and cold the world around me feels, how the winds of winter burn my skin in the most unpleasant ways — internalized in my heart slumbers the memory of freedom, ease and exuberance. The memory of orange days.

And my heart rejoices at the thought of green grass, flower petals and clear skies, so beautiful and kind.

I cannot wait for the summer to begin.

#maedhros #maitimo #letters to maitimo #letters to comfort characters #maedhros x reader

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randominagines · 4 years ago

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Hi there, I love your writings so so much!! Can i request a peter pevensie x reader fic where they are best friends and have a crush on each other and after the reader got hurt in an ambush peter gets super protective over her and eventually confesses his feelings? Maybe angsty with fluff in the end? There barely are any narnia writers on tumblr, so thank you for giving us new content💕

Hi, love and thanks for this request, it was beautiful and I hope you like it. I love writing about Narnia's characters, so it's my pleasure.

To all the Narnia lovers out there, remember: always feel free to request, I'm glad to create new content for out splendid fandom!

Pairing: Peter Pevensie X Fem!reader

Setting: the golden age

Warning: angst, fluff and a bit smut in the end

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

Safe

"Peter, can we stop by this source of water for a moment? I think Pitch needs to drink some water." Y/n asked while gently caressing her horse and looking at the crystalline waters at their left. Her best friend looked around while riding next to her and nodded. "I'll tell the guards to stop the horses, okay?" He asked while turning to look at his best friend. She nodded while stopping her horse and giving a quick caress on his head. "Thank you." She said while smiling at her horse and Peter waved his hand to let the guards know that they were stopping. It was a lovely day in Cair Paravel and the two of them decided to go for a ride in the woods.

Peter quickly got off his horse and the girl did the same. The King looked at the guards. "Guys, drink some water and let the horses rest." He said and they all thanked him before walking to the waters. Peter looked at y/n: she was tenderly caressing her horse's black mane while looking at him drinking a bit of water. She looked around and noticed some beautiful flowers growing around the rocks on the other side of the waters; she smiled and Peter chuckled. "Do you like this place?" He asked while walking to her and she nodded, eyes still fixed on the flowers. "Yes, I've never noticed this water source before, it's beautiful." She said and looked at the little waterfall coming from the mountains around. Peter tilted his head. "Do you want to say here for a while?" He asked while staring at her, she looked so incredibly beautiful.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her: she had been his best friend since he was crowned king, eight years before. She was one of his best fighters and training with her made them quite close untill they ended up considering best friends, but Peter was a liar: he didn't see her as a best friend, he never did; he had feelings for her, he just couldn't summon up enough courage to confess to her. On the other hand, she had been starting to catch feelings too quite recently: it was almost a year that she didn't manage to look at him as a friend anymore, but she was too scared to mess their friendship up. Plus, she was just a soldier while he was royalty, there was no way they could end up together.

She looked at him in excitement. "Can we?" She asked, perfectly knowing that Peter was quite busy at the castle and his outdoor activities didn't use to last longer than a couple of hours. He chuckled and nodded. "Of course, my siblings will take care of the tedious royal duties for this afternoon." He joked and the biggest smile lightened up her face. "Thank you." She whispered while looking at him, he brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Don't get too excited, this means that you will help me go through all those boring documents about alliances and trading tomorrow." He said and she puffed, but didn't oppose.

Peter looked at his horse and noticed that he was resting on the grass and when he turned his head back to his best friend, he noticed she was quickly unlacing her corset. He put a hand on hers. "Woah, what are you doing?" He asked and she chuckled while keeping unlacing it. "Playing chess. What does it look like? This water is too tempting." She said while finally removing her corset. Peter violently blushed and she stopped to smile at him. "Don't worry, High King, I'm keeping my chemise on." She joked while using the lace of her corset to tie half of her hair up. Peter bit his lower lip and looked at the guards: they were both staring at her and Peter immediately got protective. "Guys, come back to the Castle, we'll be there in a couple of hours." He commanded while automatically stepping between her and the guards, to cover her with his body. The men looked at him in surprise. "But You Highness, it's not safe for..." One of them tried to say, but Peter raised his hand. "Don't worry, we'll be careful. Plus, the Castle is quite close. Tell my siblings we'll be there at dusk." He said and they didn't oppose, they simply bowed and left on their horses.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a bit exposed but liking the fact that they were finally alone. "Why did you send them away?" She asked, but she was curious, not upset. He shook his head and looked at his own hands, trying not to look at her. He was afraid to appear disrespectful. "Because they were looking at you and I thought..." He tried to explain but she laughed. "Pete," she said while finally taking off her shoes. "This is not England, in Narnia we don't have taboos." She said and smiled at him while walking inside the waters. Peter shook his head while his lips curved into a tiny smile. He looked at her disappearing underwater and re-emerging with a warm smile. She brushed her hair back and looked at him. "You Highness, don't you come?" She fooled him around and he chuckled while sitting down on the grass and staring at her. "I'll take an eye on the surrounding." He said and put his arms on his knees while she pouted. "You're always so serious." She said and splattered a bit of water at him. He smiled while covering his face and she laughed. "One of us should be." He said and she raised her arms in surrender. "Fair enough." She said.

He watched her joyfully swimming around, her y/h/c hair drawing figures on the water surface while she kept chatting with her best friend about random stuff. Peter felt good when he was with her, he felt like there was such a powerful chemistry between them. He looked at her crossing the waters to look at the flowers around the rocks and for a second he thought about confessing his feelings to her, he thought about getting in the waters and grab her by her waist and kiss her. But that kind of thoughts were as frequent as vain in Peter's mind: he always ended up thinking that he was too afraid of rejection, too afraid to lose her forever to show his feelings to her. She swam back to him and raised her hands, a couple of flowers in it. "For you." She said and Peter slightly blushed while taking them: the flowers looked like tiny stars, with the yellow petals that looked shiny because of the sunlight. He smiled. "You're having a lot of fun, uh?" He asked and she nodded while removing her hair from her face. "Yes. Sometimes everyone needs to relax. Except High King Peter the Magnificent, of course. He's always in wise sovereign full mode." She said while walking out of the water. She squeezed her hair and he looked at her for a second: the blue chemise completely wet, the tiny fabric attached to her body and her every curve perfectly underlined. He looked away and bit his lower lip, cursing inside.

She layed down on the grass next to him and her horse immediately sat next to her. "We can leave in a while, just give me ten minutes, the sun will dry my clothes. The woods are safe, don't worry." She said and he nodded while laying down next to her, his hands under his head. He turned his face to look at her and noticed how the rays of sunshine made her y/e/c eyes shine, her soft lips curved into a smile. She sighed. "We have to come back to this place and you need to get in those waters next time, it's so relaxing." She said and he nodded while smiling at her. "I promise." He said and she nodded.

They stayed like that for more than an hour, talking about random stuff and enjoying the warm rays of sunshine. As soon as the sky started to get darker, Peter stood up. "Time to go, little mermaid." He said and reached his hand to help her. She puffed but immediately took it. She got dressed and they both jumped on their horses and started ride toward the Castle. She looked around. "It's getting dark. I totally lost track of time, I'm sorry." She said and he looked around. "It's okay, we'll be home soon." He reassured her but his hand automatically went on the hem of his sword: bandits were not a rarity when the sun went down. Cair Paravel was a peaceful place but that didn't mean that there were no bad or desperate people around.

Suddenly, they stopped: there was a fallen three on the road. Y/n looked at it, her eyes scanning it. "Peter, this was cut by someone." She said and the king immediately looked around. At that point, they heard footsteps approaching: the horses turned and started to get nervous. Y/n immediately caressed her horse's head. "Sssh, stay calm, baby." She gently whispered and Peter caressed his horse too while mouthing her to keep proceeding. Before she could do anything at all, an arrow flew near Peter's head and embedded itself in the tree next to her face. Peter widened his eyes. "Y/n, an ambush!" He screamed.

Two men came out from the wood's vegetation: they were both holding a sword and they ran toward Peter and his best friend. He looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Stay here." He commanded but she was already getting off her horse too. They both took their swords and started to fight: the noise of the metal of the blades colliding against each other filled the wood. Peter managed to disarm his opponent just a second before y/n did it too. The King punched the man in the face while y/n kicked him into his stomach. The bandit who was facing Peter fell on the ground with a thud but the other one took a tiny knife out of his boot and stabbed y/n in her stomach. Peter widened his eyes. "Y/N!" He shouted.

At that point, y/n moaned in pain while keeping a hand on her wound, her knees collapsing. Peter immediately stabbed the bandit, who died in front of their eyes, and ran to her; he kneeled down next to her. "Y/n, look at me." He commanded and she raised her eyes, Peter's heart skipped a beat: she looked pale, drops of sweat falling down her forehead and her lips turning white. She looked at her dress, soaking in blood, and then at the knife. She sighed, her eyes travelling back to Peter. "I think the blade was poisoned." She whispered while pointing at the knife on the ground: there was some black liquid mixed with her blood on the blade. Peter nodded, feeling the strongest anger inside, and immediately lifted her. He put her on his horse, making sure not to hurt her and wrapped the life in his cloak to take it with them. After that, he got right behind her. "Pitch, go home." He commanded to the horse and he immediately started running. Peter put an arm around her torso to keep her still and with his free hand grabbed the reins. "I got you." He said and she nodded.

As soon as they started riding, she felt an excruciating pain spreading from her stomach to her entire torso. She bit her lower lip, glad that Peter couldn't see her suffering like that, she knew how protective he was. He nervously kept looking around. "You'll be okay." He said and she laughed, thing that caused her more pain. "Sure, I need to keep bothering you." She joked but Peter didn't laugh, his heart was filled with fear. He didn't want to lose her, no mattered what, he couldn't lose her.

*FOUR DAYS LATER*

"Does it hurt?" Edmund thoughtfully asked while helping y/n sitting on a chair at the table. She shook her head while pressing on the wound. "Not too much." She lied while finally sitting. Susan looked at her in concern. "If you need help getting dressed, just ask." She said while grabbing her hand. Y/n nodded while Lucy passed her a plate filled with delicious things: a toast covered in apricot jam, deep red cherries, a slice of butter and even a a piece of dark chocolate. Y/n chuckled. "Guys, I'm fine. Seriously, I do appreciate all of this, but stop treating me like a child." She said and looked at them. The three sovereigns exchanged a look and nodded: they all considered her part of the family.

In that moment, Peter stepped in the room. He looked nervous but he quickly walked to y/n. He placed a small kiss on her forehead and looked at her. "How are you?" He asked and she smiled. "Exactly like ten minutes ago, when you last asked me." She joked and pinched his arm. He shook his head and sat next to her. "I asked to have two guards outside your room." He said and y/n almost spit the orange juice she was drinking. "What? Isn't this too much, Pete?" She asked while putting the glass down, he shook his head. "Nonsense, you're still hurting. In case something happens you won't be able to defend yourself. I won't take any risk at all, the guards are staying." He said and he sounded definitive. Y/n sighed and decided not to oppose to him, he looked nervous enough. They had breakfast together and mostly tried not to talk about the fact that y/n was still visibly in pain.

"Okay, let's go take care of those documents." Y/n said as soon as she was done eating and stood up with clearly difficulties. Peter immediately took her arm to help her. "What are you talking about?" He asked and she shrugged. "Yesterday you told me that you wanted help with those boring allies proposals, not to mention the amount of stuff you need to read about the new trading offer by Calormen. I'm helping you." She said and Susan sighed. "Pete, she's all right, you have like thousands papers on your desk." She said but the High King shook his head. "No way, you need rest." He said and his best friend puffed. "I've been sleeping for four days, I'm more than well rested. Plus, I can't train with the sword or the bow, I can't ride Pitch or hand to hand combat, what do you expect me to do all day long?" She asked while crossing her arms over her chest, a spontaneous gesture that made her flinch in pain. Peter caressed her arm. "I don't want you to stress right now." He whispered and Edmund looked at him. "Pete, you know she likes to keep herself busy, let her go with you." He said, knowing y/n pretty good. Peter looked at her for a few seconds, small wrinkles appearing on his forehead while he was thinking. "Okay, come on." He said and she smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you." She said and he shook his head, his lips curved into a tiny smile. "Promise me you will rest later." He said while his eyes scanned her face, she put a hand on her chest. "I promise."

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She didn't keep her promise. As soon as Petter was done with the meeting he had with the Prime Minister of Calormen, he decided to go for a walk in the gardens with Edmund. Sitting on the grass, with her hair filled with flower and Lucy right behind her braiding her locks, there was y/n. Peter looked at her slowly standing up and walking toward the blossoming trees. She kneeled down and picked up a small leaf shaped like an heart. Peter sighed hearing how she moaned in pain while standing up and immediately ran to her. "Pete!" She joyfully said, even if her face showed how painful the wound still was for her. "Look, a little heart." She said and opened her hand to show it to him. He nodded. "Are you okay?" He asked and barely touched her stomach, she nodded while Lucy walked to them. "Peter, have you seen the flowers I put in her hair? She looks like a fairy." She said and y/n blushed a bit. Peter's eyes travelled from Lucy to his best friend and he noticed that she really looked like a fairy, with those big y/e/c eyes shining in the sunlight and those colorful flowers framing her face. He smiled. "Yes, she looks beautiful," he said and y/n smiled while he brushed a tiny lock of her hair behind her ear. "But now she needs rest." He concluded. Y/n got serious in a second. "I'm fine, it's a beautiful day. I want to be outside." She protested but Peter shook his head. "The healers said..." He tried to say but she puffed. "Why don't you give me a break, Pete? I can take care of myself." She said, her voice a bit angry. He nervously chuckled. "Sure, that's why you got almost killed." He hissed.

Y/n widened her eyes and gasped while Peter immediately regretted his words: he knew how much of a good fighter she was and he was aware that battles can be surprising; anything can happen during a combat and most of times it doesn't mean that a fighter is not able to take care of themselves, it's just bad luck. She shook her head. "I'll go take a nap, so you can stop trying to control me." She venomously said and turned without giving him the time to answer. Lucy looked at his older brother. "Peter, she is one of your best soldiers. She just got caught by surprise." She said and Edmund, who had just witnessed the whole scene, nodded too. "She's all right." The young king said. Peter sighed while running his hands through his hair. "I know." He whispered while looking at his best friend walking away while she threw the leaf on the ground.

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Peter couldn't sleep: he couldn't stop thinking about y/n. Since the ambush happened and he almost lost her, he was so convinced that was time to confess his feelings. He tried more than once during those last year, but something stopped him every single time. He kept turning in his bed and puffed, the warm breeze of the night moving the curtains. He sat up and sighed in surrender, he was not going to sleep. He decided to go for a walk. The Castle was in the deepest silence, the only noise heard was that of the guards chatting between them from times to times. Peter walked in front of y/n's door and noticed the guards. He stopped. "Guys, how is she?" He asked to the guards, they exchanged a look of confusion before staring at him. "Your Majesty, y/n said that she was going to come to your room. She said she needed to talk to you." One of them said and Peter opened his mouth. "How long ago?" He asked, his voice sounding alarmed. The other guard scratched the back of her head. "Uhm, she left thirty minutes ago and insisted of going alone." She said, she looked so sorry. Peter shook his head. "I'll go search for her. Go have some rest, I'll take care of her myself." He commanded and they both nodded while leaving.

Peter quickly walked down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest while thinking that she was somewhere all alone and not physically able to defend herself. Y/n used to go exploring very often, she was a free spirit and she loved long ridings in the woods, walks on the beach and in the town. She needed her space sometimes, but most of times she loved having Peter's company. The King stepped outside the castle and looked around: she was not in the gardens. He nervously puffed and took a deep breath while running toward the beach. Y/n loved water, so she was probably there: Peter stepped on the cold sand with his bare feet and noticed a figure moving. He sighed, y/n was stepping in the water, her hair still filled with flowers and her body wrapped in a blanket.

He looked at her. "Y/n!" He called and she immediately stopped and turned: the moonlight hit her face making her look pale, like when he saw her almost bleeding to death. She frowned. "Peter, what are you doing here?" She asked while getting out of the sea, her feet completely covered in sand; he shook his head. "I should ask you the same question. Are you crazy? Going out all alone in the middle of the night, unarmed and even unable to defend yourself. What if something happened to you?" He started to shout, his voice filled with frustration and concern. She widened her eyes and looked at him. "Peter, I always come here at night, you know that. I needed a break, honestly. Plus, there are guards everywhere in the Castle. It's safe." She said and he nervously chuckled while running his hands through his blonde hair. "It's safe, sure. Like the woods, those were safe too, except you almost died." He said, this time his voice was more calm, with a tiny bit of venom in it. She shook her head. "Peter, it happened. There's nothing we can do about it. I'm okay, I survived. Are you going to keep me under a bell jar for the rest of my life or..." He interrupted her. "Yes! Fucking yes, y/n! You don't understand..." He whispered, he looked so in pain. She took a step to him and caressed his chest. "Then explain it to me, Pete." She asked and he sighed, he looked at her and took a deep breath.

"When I saw you, pale and moaning in pain, I thought I was about to lose you. You passed out as soon as I put you on that bed and the healers said that there were very high chances of you not surviving. I stayed four days there, near that fucking bed, your hand in mine and you gave me no signs of improvement. The skin around your wound kept getting infected, you were burning with fever and the healers didn't know if you were going to wake up. You can't imagine how I felt: responsible for not having been able to protect you, and at the same time bad because I was losing the person who matters the most to me, but also..." He stopped, he looked at her in pain, his eyes watery and he sighed. "Also, I was feeling so stupid for never having the courage to confess that I love you, that you're my best friend but what I feel for you makes me want to kiss you, to hold you in my arms, makes me think that I've been wasting years pretending that I could meet princesses from other realms and have a deep connection with them, while the only bond which makes me feel happy is the one I have with you," he said, a tear running down his cheek while y/n stayed there, in complete shock, her eyes widened. He let a breath out. "So forgive me if I've been overprotective, but I've almost lost the love of my life and the thought of you getting hurt again makes me sick." He concluded, his hand grabbing her arms and his eyes filled with sadness.

For a minute, they didn't talk: the only noise filling the air was the sound of the waves crushing on the seashore.Y/n took a breath and then slowly reached her hand to touch him, her fingers tracing his cheek while her lips curved into a tiny smile. She looked at him. "Peter, I'm here, it's okay." She simply said, her eyes filled with love. Peter didn't expect what happened after that: she crushed her lips on his, her arms crossing on his shoulders and her fingers running through his hair. He was surprised and for a second stayed still, but it was just for a second: he kissed her back, his tongue licking her lower lip to demand for entrance while she parted her mouth. Their tongues met while he slowly caressed her back. She smiled on his lips and he squeezed her hips. She moaned in pain and he immediately opened his eyes to look at her. "Oh my Aslan, I'm sorry." He said, realising that while squeezing her hip he slightly pulled her skin around the wound. She chuckled on his lips and shook her head. "It's okay, Pete. I'm fine, I've never been better." She said while caressing the back of his head. He rubbed his nose against hers while she stared at him. "I'm so glad you had the courage confess your feelings, because I was still trying to summon it up enough myself to confess mine." She said, her cheeks getting pink. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you..." He tried to ask but she laughed. "In love with my best friend too?? Yes, has been for a while but thanks for noticing." She joked and he let a breath out, his heart feeling like he just let go of a burden. He pulled her in his arms while being careful not to squeeze her or held her too tight. He smiled, his face hidden in the crook of her neck. "I love you." Peter whispered. She cupped his face and smiled. "I love you too, but no more telling me to rest. I want to do stuff." She said and he bursted into a laugh, his smile lighting up his whole face. "You're so stubborn." He said, his blue eyes scanning her face. She smiled. "And you're so handsome, Peter Pevensie." She complimented while caressing his chest. He bit his lower lip and caressed her cheek. "Said the most beautiful person ever." He answered while they started to walk toward the Castle.

Peter took her hand while helping her to go up the stairs. "So, will you let me come with you to Calormen the next month for the signing of the trade proposal?" She suddenly asked, he looked at her while they stopped outside her door. "If you'll be able to travel, why not." He answered and she smiled while raising her head to look at him. "Fair enough, I'm able to do things, by the way." She said while looking at him, her eyes a mix between lust and amusement. Peter held his breath while she put a hand on his chest, her fingers caressing his collarbone. He immediately pulled her closer and traced her lower lip with his thumb. "Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes stuck into hers. She smiled while softly caressing his cheek. "Peter, I want you." She concluded. The High King didn't need another word,: he kissed her passionately, his hand reaching for the door knob while he opened the door. She stepped inside, her lips not letting his go, and he slowly layed her down her bed, his hands delicate. He looked at her. "If I hurt you..." He tried to say but she chuckled on his lips and pulled him toward her. "Make love to me, Peter Pevensie." She said, her voice a whisper and her eyes filled with desire. He smiled, blue eyes scanning her face and blonde lock falling on his face. "As you wish, my Lady." He said and took off his shirt, ready to kissed her again, and again, and again.

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Meadow (George Weasley x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, maybe fred or george (you can choose) and the reader are spending the afternoon in a flower meadow together? (sorry for my english, it's not my first language)🙈😊

Notes: okay I'm sure spring break isn't a thing at hogwarts but for this write, it is . hope you enjoy !!

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff cause everyone loves george

Word Count: 3.5k

Spring break was winding down to a close as early April broke through. New life was brought to fruition as the snow from the harsh winter evaporated into the ground. Outside the grounds of the Weasley’s home were fields and fields of open land. Flowers sprouted in every step creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Those tumbling plains seemed to extend for miles beyond the horizon. Just beyond those grassy hills and slopes was a large, secluded meadow.

It was the early hours of a Saturday morning when a pair invaded the area far before the sun began to rise. The meadow Y/n and George had been occupying seemed to be the perfect location to view the birth of the new season. The perfect spot to enjoy each other’s company. Soon they would be ushered back to Kings Cross and board the Hogwarts Express- George for his last time and Y/n, well it certainly wouldn’t be her last time, no matter how hard she dreamed it was. The topic of George leaving Hogwarts was one the couple tip-toed around. Break was only two weeks but that meant two extra weeks for the pair to be together. With the school year tumbling to an end, George would be leaving school soon with his brother to start his dream and Y/n would be stuck needing to finish her last year at Hogwarts alone. The girl was a year below her boyfriend and although it never caused any friction for the pair, the gap was finally giving them issues.

In George’s mind, arriving to his last school year was both an accomplishment, and a burden. As excited as he was to finally leave those stone walls that held him back, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind. It didn’t make any of the pain easier knowing that he’d be leaving alongside Fred earlier than the rest of their classmates. Y/n had been the only other living soul Fred and George had filled in on their grand exit plan. They needed someone to keep guard and be a lookout so who better than the one person they trusted not to run their mouth.

There was a heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. Flowers popped up from the soiled ground and the fruit hanging from the trees were starting to come to life.

The couple had spent a good portion of their break at the secluded meadow. In a way, it became their little secret spot. Not that it was a secret location by any means. Fred and George had discovered the meadow a few years back when they had ventured miles away from the burrow. The boys were always adventurous, especially when Molly and Arthur finally allowed them free range outside the family home when they were eleven. There were miles and miles of tall grass and woodland that made it easy to get lost. Of course with Fred and George, losing their way was never a worry. When the boys stumbled upon the breathtaking meadow, George seemed to be the only one interested in their find. Fred had wandered off into the section of forest they entered through, his attention captured by a group of baby deer camouflage in the woods. For years George would wander back to the meadow on his own when he needed a break from the loudness of his siblings or grew tired of Ron trailing on his coattails every turn. He promised himself he would keep the spot to himself, let it be his own private sanctuary. This plan ran smooth for a few years before George made the exception to break the rule for one person only.

But for now, the two could only take advantage of the time they had together and they didn’t intend to spend a second apart. It looked as if Y/n and George had stepped straight into a storybook. The grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. A neon-blue ribbon of river ran through the ground in a squiggle line. A party of bright yellow ducklings scattered in the calm water, small quacks filling the air. Chirping and sweet songs from the birds made that feeling of Spring become a reality. Buzzing bumble bees and wildflowers sprung along the land. The sounds of nature engulfed the girl whole as she melted into the soft grass.

“I could stay here for the rest of my life- away from people, away from the world. It’s peaceful.” Y/n hummed softly. Her large doe eyes observed the clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the baby blue sky, as if they were boats safely moored in celestial harbour. Peeks of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the fluffy clouds casting a shimmering light as they danced slowly by in the sky. Just a moment before she was listing off all the animals and objects she saw in the sky. Now she was considering the thought of staring at them forever.

George stole a quick glance down where she laid in his lap. Strands of her h/c hair flowing across his legs and hands. It tickled against his skin as a light breeze swept past. Her abrupt words had caught him off guard. He had missed the sound of her voice for the last hour, although adored the trance-like state of happiness that she was in so he was constantly biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from pouring out. Now that she was somewhat back to earth, he was eager to chat. Tilting his head in her direction George raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

A smile graced her lips as she nodded in confirmation. The land was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen. There certainly weren’t any meadows with such serenity as this in the city of London. For once in her life she could hear the sound of her heart beating in the quietness of the open land and she loved it. No cars honking, no crabby cityfolk shoving their way through crowds, no taxi drivers screaming at pedestrians to move, no bright lights, just nature and all of its creations.

Extending her arm, Y/n pointed out to the land. George followed her direction to see she was gesturing to a small section of the meadow that was surrounded by an eyecatching army of poppies and bellflowers. A large willow tree stood towering over the side. In the middle was a bare section- large enough for a home to fit. Y/n grinned in excitement as she suddenly sat up straight.

“Yeah. Build a little cottage, start a garden, maybe even a family… I think it would be lovely.” She said dreamily. Her eyes looked up to George in wonder, silently asking him to share his opinion. Mirroring her previous actions, George scanned the meadow. He placed his hand against his chin, pretending to think long and hard about her idea. Y/n giggled besides him and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. He chuckled in response and leaned back into the log supporting him. George nodded in agreement to the pondering dream.

There was a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. It was quaint and humble yet glowing in - like a glorious mansion hidden away in a forest. A hidden gem that was to be kept away from the rest of society. Their own little happy place that opened and bloomed just for them. There was something so magical about the meadow that George couldn’t pass it up. It felt like fate leading him there- leading them.

“Think we could make that work. The family part is a definante- it’s just building a home that’ll take a bit of time. We could get started on making a family of our own right now-” George was cut off when a hand clamped over his mouth. Although he was only joking, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

“George-” She warned playfully.

“Or in a few years. But living out here would be nice. ‘S not like I got to worry about commuting for work. It’d be a nice escape from the shop once we get business running, and once you graduate. Not to mention moving out here would mean I’d get to see more of you in that pretty dress. Flowers in your hair... you look so enchanting, darling.” A bashfulness struck Y/n to her core at his words. Her eyes instinctively shot down to the grass as a paint of red rose to her face. George’s heart quite literally stuttered at her reaction. Making her blush, seeing her smile because of something he said never failed to bring a sense of happiness to George. That damn smile, he thought to himself. He was sure she could convince him of anything when that innocent look took over. It was natural for her. Y/n was simply ethereal in every way.

His hand brushed as gently as a feather across the skin of her cheek. Pushing the daisy back in place behind her ear, George drew his hand down from her ear to her neck. Gripping her softly George pulled her towards his body, lessening the space between the pair. Dipping his head he leaned in towards the girl until their lips were only inches apart. He smirked teasingly, ready to make a remark when Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Linking her hand around his chin she pulled his face in hers with a deep kiss. Although she initiated the gesture, it was George’s response that made her lose all sense of control. His large hands moved from her face to her waist in an instant. Much to Y/n’s surprise he lifted her without warning, still holding her lips in his, and placed her in his lap so she was facing him. Her hands instinctively switched to wrap around his neck for stability. Fingers gripped at his short ginger locks as she adjusted her hips into his.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as her entire body got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. Everytime their lips met a rush of adrenaline and love ran through her veins. The muscles in her body went limp at his touch, jelly like. George held a tight lock around her waist keeping her steady against him. He slipped his tongue against her mouth, visibly shuddering when she slid her tongue against his in return. Tension was pooling by the second as the kiss intensified. Y/n’s strawberry dress cascaded down the side of legs as she repositioned in his lap earning a groan from George. Hot breath fanned against her face briefly at her movements. His hand darted from the small of her back to the exposed skin on her upper thigh, pushing her further into his body. The vibration of his voice against her lips and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs sent shivers down her spine. His kiss was sweet, like a long awaited embrace. Stars blurred her vision as George gripped her against his chest. The moment was quickly turning into a not so innocent kiss causing Y/n to slowly detach her lips from his. As she pulled away she remained sat in his lap, fingers brushing along the skin of his face as she admired his beauty. A smug smile was displayed on his face while he repositioned his hands behind his body to hold the pair up. Still holding his face in her palms, Y/n pressed forward to scatter a line of kisses on his cheeks. He chuckled in amusement before her kiss latched to his mouth once more. Between short and passionate pecks she fought for words to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him all the emotions of love and desire he brought onto her. Tell him how she could never live with another- how he was the only one she wanted for the rest of her life.

“You’re too good to me, George.” She whispered against his lips. The lack of space between them was intoxicating. Heat emanated from George’s cheeks as he desperately attempted to regain his breath and compose himself. His chest was light with air caused by the sweetness of the girl before him. A small smear of glitter lip gloss covered his bottom lip in a shine.

George tasted a hint of bubble gum as his tongue swept along the skin of his bottom lip.

“I’d give you the whole world if I could but I’m afraid I don’t have the coins for that yet, princess.” Pressing his forehead against hers, George hummed the words. Y/n shook her head with a smile as she countered his grand proposition with one of her own.

“All I need is a quaint, cozy cottage out here and you… well a dog or a kitten would be nice too.” She laughed.

George could only stare at her in that moment. Her words registered although the naturalness to her beauty was too much for him to process. The sun hit her back in with such purpose it was as if she were an angel breaking through the sky. Her strawberry midi dress flowed down her sides and pooled in between his legs. Pretty pink satin clung to her form. The sparkling red strawberries fitted her perfectly. The ruffles on her shoulders gave her the look of a cottage princess, a fairy even. Hair flowing freely in the wind, it was a sight he’d never grow tired of seeing. He’d never seen someone as breathtaking as her.

Taking advantage of his silence, Y/n looked up to George in seriousness. His large brown eyes stared lovingly back to her. Gesturing to the meadow surrounding them, Y/n asked him,

“Do you think you’d be happy out here?”

George tore his stare from the girl to scope out the land once more. All the years he spent wandering down here alone in his mind and looking for some sort of answer to life, now he had found it. He could already picture where he would build a playset for the children and where he’d be able to make a small Quidditch pitch to teach your future kids. Ideas were forming for the house and how many rooms you’d both want. George was thinking somewhere around eight- extra room for more kids. Mapped out where the house would go, where he’d build a garden for you, figured out what tree would be perfect for him to put together a treehouse with Fred for the kids, and where the path would go towards the lake. The layout was quickly forming and he wanted in.

Y/n watched in curiosity as the thoughts swarmed through her lover’s head. She could see him intently thinking things over, then smiling before tilting his face back down at the girl. His head moved down so his lips could press against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her.

“Darling, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy.” He reassured her.

Y/n melted into the warmth provided by his lips. Her body leaned into his, desperate for more of him. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly and fixed his body so he was sitting tall. She clung to his frame like a koala to a tree, burying her face into the material of his hoodie.

“Once I graduate?” Her muffled voice vibrated against his sternum. George ran his fingers up and down her spine as he held her tight.

“Once you graduate.” George repeated sincerely. Although they’d gone over the conversation a million different times, Y/n couldn’t help the shadow of doubts that crept into her mind. She trusted George with all her heart- every inch of her being but they’d be living in two separate worlds for a year and she worried that was something he might not want. Maybe he would realize he wanted to be with a girl his age, or someone older, someone not stuck at Hogwarts. Even without reason for worry, it still came.

Remaining in his hold yet moving back slightly, Y/n’s eyes darted to the flower covered ground. Her fingers ran along the petals absentmindedly as she worked to find the courage to speak. Her shift in emotions did not go unnoticed by the boy. George focused on the look of contemplation adorning her. As adorable as she looked, he hated seeing her in the slightest bit of distress. This went for any situation whether Y/n was stressed about a class, feeling ill, or just sad because she’s hungry, George does everything in his control to fix it for her.

“You’ll wait for me?” The sudden question took George aback. Her tone was a mix of innocence and fear. His confusion arose for the grave manner of her inquiry. Even if her worries were astonishingly unworldly to George, he knew better than to shut down her insecurities brashly. If the topic at hand weren’t so significant to their relationship, he might even crack a joke. However the seriousness in her features was not to be ignored.

George reached out to interlock his fingers through her warm hands. That comforting smile of his graced his face as he brought her knuckles up to his lips and placed a trial of kisses along the bones.

“Of course I’ll wait, love. No other girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with- no other girl I want to call my wife, the mother of my children. No one but you, my love.” George insisted. It seemed magical to Y/n the way he always knew exactly what to say. Always so heartfelt and honest in meaning. He never told her a lie to make her happy but somehow managed to piece together a perfect string of words to make her whole again. Something in the way he spoke, in his words, it made her believe nearly anything was plausible. Most of all, she trusted him and believed that he had every intention of sticking around, which brought a sneaking grin to Y/n’s face. All those worries washed away at his words. It was a part she loved deeply about him.

The feeling of George’s touch smoothing over the bottom of her pink dress pulled Y/n back to the meadow. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted past his nose from the perfume he had gifted her for Christmas. His fingers would skim against her bare leg in a teasing fashion as he smirked. Y/n let out a giggle at the tickling sensation of his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support while her bashful grin never ceased.

“There’s that pretty smile.” George remarked with a chuckle. A sense of victory took hold of him at seeing her worries vanish. Arms locked around his neck, Y/n pulled him towards her as her head fell to his chest. Given their limited time, all the couple wanted to do for the next month was be in each other’s arms. George cherished every opportunity he got to hold her, knowing he’d spend the next year missing her everyday. It came in the little things as well like the way her hair always smelled like a basket of delicious fruits, or how she’d hum to herself while they were studying together. He already knew he’d spend most days babbling on to Fred about how much he missed Y/n. Break was almost over which meant the twins would be leaving Hogwarts for good within a few weeks. Y/n dreaded the idea of not seeing George every day, not getting to kiss him or hug him. George hated thinking about having to hear from her through letters and not getting to hear that sweet laughter every day. So for now, all George wanted was to hold his girl and enjoy the excitement for their future he felt budding inside of him.

The colors in the sky were starting to grow brighter by the minute and without saying it, the pair both knew they’d be needing to head back to The Burrow for lunch sooner then they’d care to admit. In the serenity of the meadows the couple found a sense of home. Y/n soaked in their last bits of time in the meadow before George mentioned them heading back. Although neither moved at his words but instead remained holding onto one another.

“I love you, George.”

“I love you more, princess.”

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