#cannot spell pit girl without it girl

[silkchiffoner]

on mari ibarra's death as pit girl and shauna's aggression towards mari

i understand the whole "she's supposed to be spiraling, let women be evil" argument in defense of shauna, i understand that yellowjackets has been a dark and gory show from the get go, and i understand that mari's death/sacrifice was necessary. but when you are releasing media into the world, you are sending out a message. every choice made in a piece of media is intentional.

mari was stripped of her clothes and dignity, dragged naked through the snow, hung upside down, carved, cooked, and served as food to the team, with shauna demanding to wear mari's hair as a trophy.

mari was also one of the best written characters on the show, taking her from an annoying jv side character to an important part of the story (her last name reveal i cheered so loud). she never once took shauna's bs and made it clear from the start that she was just the decoy. she was loved by all her friends and teammates, and it's evident when you realize that the hunt was a ploy to keep shauna distracted from nat's venture to get help, and that none of the yellowjackets actually wanted to hunt mari. mari's sacrifice for the sake of the team (despite her pulling the queen card being an accident) was one last act of defiance in the face of shauna's tyranny and the dictatorship that came with her reign.

idgaf about the fact that all the victims have to be naked to be cooked and butchered, and i don't care that shauna was seen using hannah's old hair as a fidget toy in ep 09, every choice made with mari's slaughter was an intentional one, and it leaves such a bad taste when you view it in the context of how every other woc in the show was treated.

i don't know what the writers were plotting in the writer's room, but there were better ways to handle mari's death/slaughter.

[astarionslittletreat]

Eat You Alive

Gortash x female Durge/Dark Urge

Rating: Explicit

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Word Count: 1k

Tags: smut, sex, piv sex, over-stimulation, bleeding, blood, biting, bondage, domination, threats of violence, threats of murder, sadism, masochism, unhealthy relationship, established relationship, dub-con, unethical use of magic, cock warming, forced orgasm

Author's Note: This is not meant to depict how a relationship should function in any way. Neither character posses any redeeming qualities or are meant to be idolized. This is a work of indulgent fiction. Please read the tags before proceeding.

Summary: She's returned to him, his Bhaalspawn. After vanishing from him without a trace, he's got her exactly where he wants her. Tied up and waiting for him with murderous lust.

Wrists and ankles shackled by purple translucent magic, the Bhaalspawn strains against the spell holding her down. Muscles tensing, she flexes her arms, tries to kick her spread legs but to no avail. She cannot break free. It’s not explicitly uncomfortable. She’s naked, true, exposed to the dark room and her surroundings, but the silk sheets she retrained on have been freshly laundered. The spell curling around her extremities is warm and radiates the feeling of pure magic that sends shivers down her spine as she tries to pull away. She’s of two minds at the moment. The Dark Urge that usually slumbers like a dragon in the back of her mind is wide awake–demanding to be freed. Ordering that they be let go this instant and repaid in blood and flesh and bone. The other part of her mind, her true self, her weak self, nearly lost. Drowning in the madness of her carnality. Aching, wanting, dripping for her lover to touch her. To unburden her of her desires–every single last one of them.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like that–” Lord Enver Gortash’s dark eyes grow hungry as he watches his Bhaalspwan arch her back in a futile attempt to break free. “Spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.” He purrs. Taunting her until she’s so filled with rage, Enver can feel it radiating off her bare skin. “Look at me.” It’s a command tinged with magic, and the Bhaal babe meets his gaze. For the briefest–shortest moment her eyes go soft. It’s so quick, he would have missed it if he hadn’t been staring directly at her because it instantly vanishes.  Consumed by the fire burning through her veins. Her murderous rampage simmering in the pit of her stomach. Enver’s cock throbs at the sight of his dark and demented love.

Her eyes dart back and forth across his bedchambers. A feral animal caught in a trap. Searching for a way to get out. To get to him. Restrained as she is, the Bhaalspawn flinches as Enver traces the scars on the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. Some he recognizes, some are new, requiring him to catalog her body once more. She trembles at his touch with a rage and bloodlust that makes Enver grow hard. His cock swells as he palms himself. Stroking just enough to take the edge off as he lowers himself to the bed. Drawn in by her tender fury he moves to worship his lover. To take her into his mouth and press his lips against every new scar she acquired without him by her side.

A sinful mix of Infernal–and possibly Abyssal, if Enver heard correctly, falls from the lips of the Bhaalspawn. Spit like venom. Sung like hymns. “That’s right my love,” Enver praises the words he doesn’t fully understand, but knows all the same. He knows exactly what his love needs before biting down, hard. Blood blooms over Enver’s tongue and the Dark Urge moans in delight.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” She threatens beautifully. Spitting and hissing in the common tongue for Ever to understand.

He chuckles, “I sincerely hope so, my love.” He had thought himself dead once already. He certainly hadn’t been alive these past few months at the very least. Not when she had disappeared. Gone, without word. Without trace. Without any explanation that was due to him. Of course, he knows now what happened, but the bitter sting of life without what made Enver whole had scarred him. Changed him. A piece of himself vanished when his love disappeared. Abandoning their well-laid plans, the city–him. The fury and indignity at being left behind after so long never quite left. Orin’s death helped, true, but this– this is so much sweeter.

“I’m going to break every bone in your worthless body before I filet you alive!” Spit coats her lips as the Dark Urge screams, and her body fails in painful delight. More–she wants more. She needs Enver now instead of him taking his sweet fucking time.

Evner doesn’t spare her the prep time. She doesn’t need it, doesn’t deserve it. Between her scarred and bleeding thighs, Enver presses the head of his cock to her entrance before pressing in in one long stroke. Settling himself until he’s fully seated inside his love. Oh how he’s fucking missed this. Her mewling gasps of his name. The drool sliding past her lips. The way she tightens, squeezing him as he presses his thumb to her clit. Circling and toying with her. Forcing her into a breakneck speed while he sits there. He spits on her clit for good measure. There will be time for pain later. Right now, the only thing he desires is to feel the Bhaalspawn breaking apart around him.

“Wait!” Panic. “Stop, I can’t–”

“You’re going to fucking come, now.”

Another command, bold but dangerously quiet. Tinged with venom and love. She doesn’t need a spell to obey this time. His familiar heavy weight, his clever hands working her body better than her own self knew how. It was inescapable. Her release surges through her body as she clamps down hard. Her body strains against the magic holding her down, her muscles taught and aching as she tumbles recklessly through the pleasure forced upon her. It hurts. It hurts and she likes that it hurts. That it’s messy and quick. That her legs are weak and she can feel wetness seeping out of her cunt where Enver is still seated and hard. She gasps. Gulping down air as she falls from her high. Her mind floats. The Dark Urge temporarily calmed like a wild beast to music.

Enver allows her a few seconds respite. She had earned that much at least. But the night was young, and he still missed his deadly little Bhaalspawn. He waited until her gasping died down just a bit before he began to circle and toy with her now oversensitive clit. “Another, my pet.”

[ssentimentals]

joshua + halloween prompt

creature: siren

note: look at me, as always being late to the party :D open ending here cause i'm incapable of writing angst and i made sirens capable of transforming into humans for plot. enjoy!

'they change their appereance. it's a myth that sirens exist only in the deep deep oceans.'

joshua blinks, shaking himself out of the stupor. evening in unfamiliar tavern turned into a horror story night and at first he didn't even listen to what old woman was saying, but then he got pulled in by the story just like all other random travelers. her soothing voice paired with a horrifically gore story about siren who lured in all kinds of innocent men and women had everyone under some spell; joshua's head feels a bit dizzy like he's tipsy even when he only had a one glass of ale.

'they eat your soul,' woman finishes in a spooky whisper. 'and the worst part is that you'll give it to them willingly'.

shiver runs up and down joshua's spine and he bristles at the cold wind from open windows. he stares at the storyteller, who collects her small payment from kind strangers, counting her coins - joshua searches his pockets to give her some change as well. it was entertaining even if he feels a bit unsettled, like something is pulling at the pit of his stomach. he finds some coins to spare and opens his mouth to call for the old woman, when someone slides up at the seat next to him.

'hello, stranger.'

joshua traveled east and west, south and north, but he's never seen someone as beautiful as you. part of him wants to pinch himself to see if you're real and not a figment of his imagination; the aura you give off is too majestic and out of this world. he stares and stares, knows it's rude but he can't help it - your beauty pulls him in like a vice. 'hi,' he breathes out, gaining back his ability to speak.

you smile and lean closer, gesturing towards his glass of ale. 'is it good?' joshua nods. 'can i try it?'

'uh.' it's not like this is a weird request but he's never met bold women and during his travels he rarely met women at all; joshua fears his social skills are somewhere in the dirt now. 'yeah-yeah, sure.'

every move of yours is gracious and for joshua everything happens in slow motion: the way you lean in, how you take his glass in your hands, how you tip it and never close your eyes, maintaining eye contact with him as you take a sip. it sends big enough sparks to start a fire in his chest; joshua holds his breath while you put the glass back, licking your lips in the way that cannot be considered innocent at all.

'sweet.' you conclude, never once looking away from him.

ale is not sweet. ale is generally bitter and this one here is not even good, but joshua's mind fails to register that. in fact, his mind fails to register anything apart from your big eyes that draw him in, refuse to let him go. without thinking, he pushes his glass in your direction with: 'you can have it'.

joshua is usually smoother than this, that's the thing. usually it's him who has other girls blushing and stuttering over their words, eating up from his palm. he's handsome and he knows it, uses it sometimes for his advantage. but right now he's the one scrambling, trying desperately to come up with anything to make you stay. 'is there anything else you want? i can get you something to eat, what do you want?'

joshua knows the answer before it even leaves your lips: 'you.'

he feels it then. when you are this close - when did you even manage to get this close? - he can feel something. it's hard to pinpoint what exactly, but it is something. something that makes hair on his arms stand up and goosebumps awaken. something that dulls ringing alarms in his mind that scream at him to sharpen his attention, to maybe get away, to-

'don't fight it,' you whisper, rising your hand to gently caress side of his face. 'what a pretty boy you are. why are you fighting?'

joshua doesn't know. he's not very aware that he's fighting but even if he's been unconsciously fighting something, all the willpower leaves him, when your other hand snakes up his thigh. god, you are unreal. a goddess sent to him from above, a gift from-

'hell.' suddenly old woman's voice rings in his ears and he turns sharply, looking at the storyteller who now stands right next to him. 'go back to where you came from.'

pointed nails dig into his thigh painfully and joshua hisses at both this and how your grip on his face tightens. he doesn't see how your face confronts into a grimace but he catches dangerous glint in your eyes, when you turn to the other woman. 'leave,' you say but it sounds like an order. 'it's too late now.'

when older woman turns to joshua, he sees so much regret and despair in her eyes that it almost triggers panic in him. he almost sits up straighter, almost takes her hand. almost reaches out to ask what's wrong. almost, because before he can do any of that, you turn his head to your side, leaning so close that he can feel your breath on his face. 'come with me,' you whisper, looking right into his soul. 'i'll sing for you, my dear.' your hands find their way into his hair. 'i'll make you happy, i'll make you mine. don't you want to be mine, hm?'

your nails scratch just slightly but your grip on his hair tightens when you make him turn to the right, away from the old woman. joshua is hypnotized, lets you treat him like a ragdoll, almost moans when your tongue traces his jawline. god, yes. yes, yes, yes. he's saying it out loud and he has no idea, needing more of this, needing anything you can give him, willing to beg for it. he closes his eyes in a bliss and doesn't see how your smile turns predatory and how your eyes gleam with bright blue for a second before turning back to black. he doesn't see how you turn back to the old woman, whispering something to her in a language that no one knows. he doesn't see, he only feels and he feels like he's floating, when your lips are on his neck and jaw, when your nails dig painfully into his shoulders.

'pretty boy,' you whisper again and there's something raw in your voice, something he hasn't heard before. 'all mine, yes?'

'yes,' joshua confirms, following you as a puppy when you lead him from the bar.

his mind tingles with questions but when he thinks of them his head only starts hurting. you coo at him, all lovingly, walking in hurried steps closer to the shore. 'what did i tell you, hm? don't fight it.'

right, don't fight it. joshua nods dumbly, lets himself be whisked away. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when you start singing. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when you pull him into the water. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when your face and skin slowly start to change. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when water reaches his chin. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when your entire face distorts, turns white and blue. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when water enters his lungs. he looks into your beautiful eyes, when they turn blue. your beautiful eyes are the last thing he sees, when sea takes him under.

a/n: so. ugh i hate spooky stuff, i don't think that can even count as 'spooky' but oh well. this one is for @rwithkali and i know it's not what you meant but it is halloween, so sirens as monster creatures it is! - nini

my other seventeen works are here

my formula 1 works are here

[huntershowl-moving]

“Good girl.” For either verse honestly

meme. ACCEPTING

IZUKU MIDORIYA HAS ALWAYS been able to read persephone like a fucking book. in a sense, this has been a liberating realization, because persephone hasn't felt the need to try to hide from him.

( there is no point — he always finds her. )

on the other hand, it is incredibly obvious when he's flustered her. indignation lights her eyes first, the urge to retort or shove him or otherwise offload the tension into antagonism. but it loses its bite when coupled by a sudden flutter of the heartbeat, a furious blush, and that sudden stillness that indicates a complete flatline of the thoughts in her head.

they've heard this phrase before. mostly from fletch; sometimes from hector, just to rile her. coming from izuku, it feels completely different. it does something to her that she cannot place; every nerve in her body is set alight; suddenly her thoughts are jumbled and chaotic and unable to focus on anything but the face staring back at her.

slowly, they finish the action he praised them for — a quick fix of his shirt collar, done reluctantly and not without a roll of the eyes — and for a moment their hands simply linger there, hovering over the pit of his throat where the wings meet. if only she'd been prepared for this. as it is, it feels like she's given izuku a gun.

it's only when persephone breaks eye contact that whatever spell she was afflicted by is released. they let out a breath, still red-faced, and let their hands drop. ❝ whatever. shut up. ❞

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I just found a Sicilian variant of this story in Zipes' translation of Laura Gonzenbach's collection! It's called The Sister of Muntifiuri, and I think the protagonists are much more sympathetic but at the same time...somehow even more brutal:

The brother (Muntifiuri) and sister are orphans and live together. They are both very beautiful and the king hires Muntifiuri as his valet because he is so handsome.

Just like in Busy Bride the brother brings a portrait of his sister with him and the king wants to marry her as soon as he sees it. But instead of an evil stepmother and stepsister there is a jealous neighbour who begs them to take her ugly daughter along as a servant so she can scheme to take the maiden's place.

Because this maiden has been cursed by an evil sorceress as a little child to be carried off by the siren of the sea. Muntifiuri keeps his sister safe by taking her across the sea on a ship without any windows or openings so the siren cannot get her. But the wicked neighbour's daughter drills a hole in the wall of the ship and the maiden gets abducted. The wicked girl puts on her beautiful clothes, but Muntifiuri isn't fooled, though he does not know what happened. He goes to the king and explains his sister must have drowned and that he has only brought his neighbours daughter. The king is very sad and promises to marry this other girl instead. When he sees how ugly she is he is horrified, but he does not go back on his word and marries her.

The new queen wants to get rid of Muntifiuri, so she keeps giving him impossible tasks so she can get her husband to banish him for failing. But whenever he weeps of despair his sister appears from the bottom of the sea, attended by sea maidens, but bound with a golden chain that is held by the siren of the sea. She uses magic to help her brother and the king admires him more and more for all his great deeds.

Finally the wicked queen makes Muntifiuri herd her twelve ducks but on the third day only gives him eleven and then claims he has lost one. She demands her husband has him put to death and the king yields, though he does not want to. Muntifiuri says goodbye to his sister and she grieves for him and gives instructions on how he should let himself be buried. The king grans his trusted servant's wishes and buries him accordingly.

The following three nights the sister appears like a beautiful vision, to mourn at her brother's grave and sing him funeral songs. But after a while the siren always pulls her back into the chain.

The king's gardeners tell him of the mysterious woman and the king hides in the garden to see her and when she appears he breaks the golden chain with his sword. The maiden explains who she is and what happened to her and that he has just broken her spell.

The king has his wicked queen killed, salted into a barrel and sent to her mother as a gift of salted tuna. Well, it beats a snake pit for originality at least. The wicked woman dies of sorrow.

The king marries Muntifiuri's beautiful sister and the story ends with the traditional Sicilian line "and they lived happy and content, but we can't even pay the rent".

Also...poor Muntifiuri remains dead. That fits very well into the tone of this tale, but I wish I could borrow some of the death defying magic from the Norwegian version to bring him back to life. That would make it pretty much perfect for me

What if Disney adapted Bushy Bride?

Ya know, while I want to meet fairy tales at their level and enjoy the archetypes, I don't think anyone comes across particularly well in this story:

The widower who remarries a widow who mistreats his children and does nothing about it

The widow/stepmother who mistreats the children for no clear reason, not even stated jealousy

The stepsister who is just "bad and ugly" and nothing else (but later suddenly has convenient magic to sing people to sleep)

The brother who leaves home and just leaves his sister behind

The sister who, when she cannot hear what her brother is saying believes her abusive stepmother when she tells her he is ordering her to drown first her dog and then herself in a lake (really, girl?)

The king who, when he is presented with an ugly bride (the stepsister) instead of the promised beautiful one (the true sister, who is, I will remind you, at the bottom of a lake) throws the brother into a snake pit without even asking for an explanation

Honestly the only people who seem to have any sense in this entire tale are the kitchen maid and the manservants who are chiefly responsible for breaking the curse on the true sister (and her little dog, don't worry, he survives) so the stepmother and stepsister can be punished (snake pit again, not a very creative king) and the brother and sister get to have a royal life

So yeah, I love my Norwegian tales, but this isn't a particularly appealing one. I'd advise Disney to leave it alone

[elegantwoes]

LMAO you have just completely lost the plot. That's so embarrassing. What is Sansa DOING in the Vale ?? It’s about to be book 6 out of 7 and she can’t even rule or command 3 flocks of peasants. NOTHING about her arc is about learning how to rule, not like Jon and Daenerys. Sansa doesn’t know how to tax, she's bad at maths, she doesn’t know how to negotiate, battle strategies or how to command armies. She’s NEVER had any experience in ruling much less run a household. Her biggest achievement is throwing a lavish feast and tournament for nobles (while winter is on the horizon and with it starvation) while Petyr hoards food to gouge prices and she does nothing about it and doesn’t even ask him about it. Do you think Elizabeth I, Wu Zetian, Margaret I of Denmark, or Catherine II of Russia were traditional, soft and delicate ??

Ah, sorry, I forget, Sansa also thought about Mya Stone, “She could be pretty, if she would dress up like a girl.”

Sansa’s narrative arc is a slow, subtle and steady one. Clearly she’s a dark horse character who is meant to take the reader by surprise. In order to enjoy her story in heart’s content you have to have a patient mind. The fact you can’t do that sounds more like a you problem rather than a Sansa problem. Secondly, running a household is what Sansa does in AFFC and the fact there hasn’t been problems indicates that she has been doing a good job. GRRM doesn’t have to spell everything out to you in order to get that, like are you a child? Read between the lines, anon.

I don’t know all the women you mentioned but I know a thing or two about Wu Zetian and Elizabeth Tudor. Are you seriously comparing Sansa to women who accumulated majority of their power in their mid twenties? At Sansa’s age Wu Zetian was a maiden still living at home and doing her homework like a good girl.. Elizabeth was being sexually abused by pedophile Thomas Seymour (just like what Sansa is enduring right now. Sansa shares similarities with her too, not just Eleanor of Aquitaine).

Thirdly, Sansa doesn’t need to learn everything for you to understand that she has a political arc and is groomed by GRRM to become a ruler. Like Jon has his pit falls too but that doesn’t take away his political arc. All that tells me is Sansa is exceptional in area where Jon is lacking and Jon’s strongest area are Sansa’s weaknesses. It’s almost like GRRM is setting them up to combine their skills and work like a team. Funny isn’t it. Fortunately they will likely meet in TWOW and then Sansa can learn what she lacks from Jon. So I say wait till the book comes out before judge Sansa’s TWOW sample chapter (which by the way is likely only a draft). Patience is a virtue, anon. Exercise some.

I fail to see what that random quote about Mya Stone has to do with the point you are making, but since we sharing quotes I will share one too:

By the time all the new knights had been given their sers the hall was growing restive, and none more so than Joffrey. Some of those in the gallery had begun to slip quietly away, but the notables on the floor were trapped, unable to depart without the king's leave. Judging by the way he was fidgeting atop the Iron Throne, Joff would willingly have granted it, but the day's work was far from done. For now the coin was turned over, and the captives were ushered in. (A Clash of Kings, Sansa VIII)

Sansa at the age of twelve can listen to hours of court hearings without feeling bored or restless, something what adults twice, or even thrice, her age cannot do, for some of them quietly leave court. In this scene Sansa is on the gallery (Sansa leaned forward, her hands tight around the gallery’s wooden rail) and she could just easily leave without being noticed, but she doesn’t. She stays till the very end. You what this tells me? That Sansa can handle the day to day boring bureaucratic work that is required from a ruler. In fact she loves it. I mean she voluntarily decided to attend the court that Ned held in AGOT and then excitedly told everything that happened in court to Jeyne. Miss. War Criminal on the other hand grows bored of holding court. So who exactly is not suited to rule here? It certainly isn’t Sansa.

[iwahajii]

• favorite place

A fluff (and a really tiny bit of angst if you squint) about Ushijima's favorite place

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It wasn't until he met you that Ushijima found his favorite place. For him, it finally meant home.

Growing up, home meant switching houses between the residences of his father and mother. As he got older, home meant the apartment he was staying in for six years now and despite the length of time he spent here, the space remains bare and lifeless, looking as it was the day he signed the lease except for the quaint garden he had on his balcony.

When he met you, something in his world just clicked as though he was an unfinished puzzle who finally found his missing piece. It wasn't a lie, though. He found what was missing in his life after all, a home.

But it still wasn't the home as defined in the dictionary.

For him, home meant you, and to be perfectly precise, home meant the crook of your neck.

The first time he hugged you was one of the best moments of his life. It was warm, gentle and he just felt so so much he hid his face on the crook of your neck. He couldn't believe how addicting it was, feeling so close to you like that with your scent wrapped around him, your skin soft and cold (because Ushijima's always warm). Later on, he would learn that placing his head on the crook of your neck in different times and on different moods meant getting what he needs (or wants), but it'll always be his favorite.

When he's tired from practice and games, he would rest his head on the crook of your neck, breathe in your scent and like some magic spell, his fatigue gets blown away.

When he's restless and cannot sleep, he would find his favorite place to be in his most comfortable place, whisper his thoughts and insecurities on your skin so they can fly away into the night. It's just a bonus for him if you're running your fingers through his hair and when you're assuring him with words that he's the strongest person you know and that he's the best (he knows this is far from the truth but he'll do all he can to be the best).

When he's overjoyed with winning and so much happiness fills him up, he would quickly run to you, lift you up in his arms and in the crook of your neck, he'll sing his praises and thanks all while placing kisses all over you. Your laughter, as always, sounds like music to his ears and it would take time before he'd come down from his high, but it's all worth it because what matters is he's sharing it with you.

Finally, Ushijima also learned that when he is in his favorite place and he bites you there, without fail, shivers would run down your arms. His most favorite part though, is eliciting a small gasp from you which is barely audible unless he's this close to you. He can feel your body become warmer then, fuelling the fire in the pit of his stomach. He'll start there, followed by kisses and then he'll move along, step by step, until he binds the two of you together, because only you can quell this hunger and thirst he feels. (He never realized he's doing this though, not until you teased him about it, telling him that a bite on your neck meant sexy time. He looked offended because he doesn't and it's not, but when he did it again and you pointed it out, he was too far gone to do something about it).

And so, to whoever asks about his favorite place or his home, he'd answer, with a straight face and in a heartbeat, that it's you. Because this man, despite how sappy and romantic the words that came out of his mouth were, wouldn't understand why the girls are swooning and crying, or why the boys are gagging and teasing him. The only thing that matters to him is to see you smile and to read your lips that says "I love you".

[damselofblueroses]

The Name of the Rose, Chapter 3

Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.

Chapter Summary: Kyungsoo made a mistake on his delicate relationship with the reader, then he could not find a way of apologizing. Reader made his life harder than he could imagine. They accepted that they mutually have some feelings however they could not name them. Catastrophy begins with Kyungsoo’s acceptance of reader’s interesting and unexpected offer.

Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.

Chapter Word Count: 5.7k

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Prettier than Roses

Perhaps Kyungsoo was still punishing himself even after all this time, whether he was aware of his regrets or not. But he was punishing himself, for not being vocal about his feelings for you. He burned for you, he followed you just as a bloody puppy dog tail, but he always kept his heart’s desires in his chest.

He was resisting the urge of confessing, the dire need of being more than a friend for you as he was performing all roles of a friend, but God, he hated his role in your life. Even though he strongly believed that he did not have a chance with you, not even in the slightest, not after he played his role very well, more than he wanted and resulted in being your very dear and close friend. A friend, but nothing more nothing less. He hated so much, if he could, he would change everything in the blink of an eye.

He knew that he had to take you back to the safety of your room immediately. Before he was going to lose his shit. Before he was going to make a mistake. Before he was going to fuck the things up so bad. He was determined to take the cab and keeping you away from himself.

He did not want any distraction, shit he fucking dreamed of ripping that bloody dress off you during the dinner, he did not wish anything but managing to lock himself inside of his room before doing something stupid.

His clenched his fists in order to focus on a different thing. When he saw the cab coming to your direction, he was on the verge of praying.

However, when he turned to you, he just lost his shit.

You were looking at him with you big-doe eyes, a pout on your lips. The city lights were painting you with a dim yellow shine, multiplying your summer rose vibe. To Kyungsoo’s dismay, the wind carried your floral fragrance to him.

He remembered what you asked him.

He remembered what you requested.

Kyungsoo would do it right, he would touch you rightly and correctly, goddamn, he was fucking dreamed of how he could touch you since years. He was not better than the men you went out with, he was fantasizing a lot about you, he felt bad since he did not have your permission, fucking hell if he would ask your permission, but at the same time he knew that he was just helpless when those thoughts about you popped up in his imagination.

Unfortunately, all those dreams were so vivid.

You were like an island to him. A place for self-isolation, a place of happy utopias, a place of loneliness, a place of joy and fruitful ways of living, a place of exile and a place of connection. You were his island, his harbour and he needed to make you his, only his.

Since the day you were asleep on his shoulder in the bloody library, Kyungsoo wanted nothing but you.

Since the day you jumped in front of Kyungsoo out of nowhere with your fucking Cheshire cat grin, Kyungsoo only wished for being able to stick to you till the end. He did not care if he was torturing himself by dreaming of you when he knew he could not have you.

Your scent was too good.

Kyungsoo did not think what the heck he was doing, his mind could not catch his actions. His breath caught in the center of his throat like he was thirsty since ages, he could feel all dryness. He watched himself out of his body, he reached to you and dragged you into the cage of his arms.

Your smell was something else and Kyungsoo was immediately drunk in your scent.

“It is okey, Kyungsoo.” he heard your sweetest voice.

Kyungsoo did not need anything more to hear. The cab just disappeared into the darkness he caressed your face.

“You are so beautiful.” the words he was desperate to say finally fell from his tongue, mingled with the air. Your eyes slightly widened, and he heard your little gasp, that was the nail of Kyungsoo’s coffin. “Goddamn, you are fucking beautiful.”

“Kyungsoo” you literally moaned his goddamn name, and if there was still a kind of sanity left in Kyungsoo’s mind, your moan unconditionally destroyed it.

He kissed you and it took your breath away, both of you.

He kissed you enough to empty your lungs, and made your mind go to mush.

You were the one who broke the kiss in order to catch your thoughts. Your mind was scattered all around. You leaned over to your shaking knees and held them tightly.

“This… This…” you were panting, trying to find an excuse in the book in order to justify the kiss he gave to you.

“This means nothing.” Kyungsoo muttered but he could also reject to his claim with two reasons. First, It definitely did not fell like fucking nothing, and he never want something more than kiss you.

“Well, it means a lot to me.” you could not help but spill the beans. “Where in the hell you learned how to kiss like this?”

“I told you that you never have a proper taste of me.” Kyungsoo tensely chuckled, hell, he was aware of he was doing everything in his not-to-do list, but the spell you put on him made him impervious to anything except you.

“If you kiss every girl like this,” you hesitated to tell what you wanted to say, then you just gave up. JesusfuckingChrist, if he did not want to hear, he would better not to kiss you. Since he turned your brain into mush, he had to listen. “There is no surprise they are chasing you every day.”

“I do not kiss every girl first and foremost.” Kyungsoo’s eyebrows were furrowed. “If they want to chase me, what can I do?”

“And now you are bragging about yourself.” Your mood quickly changed into a less pleasurable and preferrable situation. “Can we go back?”

“Yes, of course.” he nod but you knew that you just destroyed everything was building between you in the blink of eye. You bite your upper lip so hard, preventing you from crying. Not now. Not before you were going to be under your blanket.

That kiss, that fucking kiss, it was all Kyungsoo’s fault.

He gave you a proper taste of himself, and you just wanted to cry, you were deeply sad because of you were not able to have him, you could not have him. He would not come to you as he boldly stated that the kiss meant nothing.

You were angry.

You were sad.

You were disappointed of yourself.

You just wanted to go back to the safety of your room and being able to talk with Chanyeol. He would understand. You knew that Baekhyun would give you a lot of advice in order to seduce Kyungsoo, but you did not want even to hear them.

He told you the kiss meant nothing.

Hell, if you could agree with this shitty statement, you would be lying your ass off.

Fuck off, you bastard you thought. You were fighting with your tears, trying to send them back. You were a big, strong girl and you could control your feelings.

You always were extremely strong, and you were famous for your self-control. You were not going to let Kyungsoo to destroy your inner peace or seeing you in tears because of his fucking rejection. You thought Kyungsoo would do it better, kissing you better, making you feel good, but the only thing he did was dismantling your foolish dreams.

He put you in your place, he gave you a lesson about your place in his eyes.

Nothing.

Kyungsoo could not look at you while you two were in the cab, going back to the hotel.

He knew that he fucked the things up so bad and he could not think a way to claim back from the pit he fell down by himself.

He kissed you, goddamn, it was the best kiss of his whole life, then he just said it meant nothing.

He cursed himself, he wished for the earth cracked like an egg and swallow his worthless presence. He made you upset, that’s why he could not look at your face. He knew what he was going to see, your eyes were going to mirror his mistake.

He lost in the moment, and while he was trying to give you a justification of that kiss, he just irrevocably ruined everything.

When you arrived at the hotel, you paid for the cab without saying a single word to Kyungsoo and directly walked to the inside of the hotel.

Kyungsoo was dying to grab you and apologizing on his knees, but your face telling him not to dare touching you.

He did not enter the hotel, he just sat on a chair in the garden. He was lost in his self-hatred, dreadful overthinking that had his skull feeling stuffed and a lifeless gaze washed all his feature.

He expected nothing but long days where the minutes bled into hours, hours into days and the inability to differentiate one day from the other. He mentally prepared himself for more than self-hatred, he knew that depression, isolation, and numbness were on their way to finish him, to eat him alive. Your face expression when he told you it was nothing was carved behind his eyelids, whenever he closed his eyes.

Kyungsoo was ready for flashbacks and nightmares, disturbing recollections that would render him for the following days.

Comatose, Kyungsoo thought. It was going to be a comatose for him.

How could he think he was better than those guys you went out? They did not destroy your expectations; they did not blend your self-confidence as Kyungsoo did in the seconds.

You did not know but there was a reason why Kyungsoo hopelessly tried to spare you from his kiss. You did not know but Kyungsoo heard a conversation between you and Chanyeol for once, when Chanyeol was telling that Kyungsoo was different for you, Kyungsoo was caring you more than anyone else, Kyungsoo was always there for you before anyone else just like he forgot how to shut his mouth as he continued. Chanyeol was the one who told you about Kyungsoo’s feelings.

And you just giggled of disbelief as Chanyeol went on about everything Kyungsoo wanted to tell you. Open your eyes to the facts.

You just laughed at his feelings coming from Chanyeol’s mouth and you told him it was impossible, you declared that there was nothing could be happened between Kyungsoo and you. You told Chanyeol, Kyungsoo was a good guy, but you did not think he was for you.

He wanted to save you from an unwanted situation which Kyungsoo could put you in by kissing you. It was sake, telling him to teach you, and Kyungsoo stupidly fell for it.

Till now he preferred to hide in the shadows, dancing around the subject than jumping onto it.

But this logic that his mind was following did not change how much he hated himself right now.

He had no regrets on kissing you, god knew that. He still could taste your velvety lips under his lips, he knew that moment was going to live with him till the end of his life. That kiss was grounding but inebriating, he was feeling sane while bringing both of you to the edge of insanity, your lips burned him like a fire.

When you touched him, you marked his skin, your touch stayed on him.

But he hated himself so much, enough to made him feel suffocating.

He found himself standing up and heading to your room before he could understand what the heck he was aiming for. The deep rumble of his chest that he could almost feel vibrate through the air as he walked through the way coming to you, helped him to prepare himself to face with you.

What could it be? he asked to himself. You could tell him get the fuck off, but he was not going to obey to your wish this time.

It was going to be a rumbling, he knew your possible reactions when you were sad, Goddamnit, you were extraordinarily upset with him, but he did not let this fact to disheartened him. He was not a coward; he was going to fix his mistake.

Kyungsoo raised his hand to knock your door, but before doing it, he heard your voice. As he thought, you were talking with Chanyeol or Baekhyun, he was not sure. He came closer to the door as much as he could, and did not give a shit to the rightful concern what if someone saw him while he was leaning on a single woman’s room like a stalker pervert?

He did not care.

He only cared for hearing your words after the incident.

Your voice was cracked, and he could not hear you properly, your voice was coming and going like a goddamn ancient radio. He could hear some words but there was no consistency or no chance of building a logical sentence of your words. He could perceive his name, with couple of words which Kyungsoo hoped not to be used with his name again, some broken lines on how disappointed you were, and he caught your oh-god-fucking-damn-it type of annoyance against Kyungsoo.

He gave up and knocked your door.

Twice.

There was no sign from you, and Kyungsoo was tired of patiently waiting.

He did his waiting. Seven years. In a fucking friendzone he put himself in.

He aggressively knocked on your door, and he did not stop until you gave up and opened the door.

“Shit.” he cursed when he saw your face. “You look horrible.”

Oh really? you thought.

After leaving Kyungsoo, you did not spend a single second to lock yourself in your secure and lonely room, then you just pressed the right numbers to make a call. Chanyeol was there for you, he listened your rambling and gibberish without a sign of inconvenience. He let you to curse Kyungsoo as much as you wanted, he joined you for the little party of swearing at Kyungsoo and he was generous on his vocabulary.

But you cried even when Chanyeol managed to put a broken smile on your face by telling you maybe Kyungsoo was not interested in girls, otherwise he had to be on his knees for you.

You cried for Kyungsoo more than anything made you cry till now.

Your sadness caught you off guard, even you did not expect to be upset with him like this, your feelings were like a blunt blade, it was turning in your heart over and over, using your own blood to be sharp again, then continuing its spinning in your heart. Pain made you numb; you could do only cry.

Your eyes were puffed and literally red. Your cheeks were red. Your lips were red.

Of course, you looked goddamn horrible as Kyungsoo, this asshole, proudly observed. Applause time for him for his greatest deduction.

“Nothing can escape from your eyes, Sherlock.” you murmured. “Couldn't you pay your attention on the fact that we already passed the midnight? Why are you here?”

“May I come in?” Kyungsoo kindly asked but something in his eyes were telling you to be on your toes and careful.

“No.” You congratulated yourself because of your refined answer. You were an idiot for sure, instead of playing with him and showing that he had no impacts on you, you chose to manifest how much you were broken by him. Good for you.

Transformation started in his eyes. Those chocolate brown and very warm eyes, reminding the deer’ beauty, perfectly shaped as almonds turned into crescents, and it was a bloody indicator of his mood was shifted into something dangerous. He was always quick to switch the moods, but he had never looked intimating at this level. You really could not believe what the heck he did, he just grabbed your fucking wrists, dragged you inside of your fucking room without your permission and pressed you on your fucking wall.

“Kyungsoo, fuck off!” you hissed at him, trying to save yourself from his iron grasp, swallowing hard.

“Tell me just one thing and save both of us from misery.” he whispered; his low-pitched voice gave you goosebumps which you really tried to take no notice of, but your traitor body willingly has been taking everything if the giver was Kyungsoo. “Why did you cry?”

“What if I do not want to tell you?” you lifted your chin, you needed to distance yourself from him, he already ruined the progress just a couple of hours ago. His statement clearly taught you whatever your friendship was not the best way to build a new kind of relationship, and you strongly opposed to be friends with benefits or those kinds of agreements. You would not go for them, you wanted Kyungsoo as your lover, not as your fuckbuddy.

“Do me a favor,” he enunciated each syllable and moved his right hand to your shoulder, pressing you into wall just like he wished to ground you right there. “Tell me.”

He leaned on you, his palm made contact with your shoulder, sliding up to your neck and staying there. His touch was heavy again, hotter than before.

He was goddamn close.

When you tried to save your body from him again, Kyungsoo’s hips rutted against yours.

Well, now you could feel more than before.

“Stop fucking moving!” he grunted, surprising you with the sudden and macho voice tone. He looked like very uncomfortable. “You and your idiotic behaviour!”

“If you do not like it, let me go!” you hissed, but you felt a knot was forming in the pit of your stomach. You were afraid of his impacts on you, especially after that fucking kiss. He had you over there as melted like a chocolate under heat.

Even while you were fighting to free yourself, your eyes unconsciously gravitated along his features, all you could do was thinking of him all the time you had spent with him. Those piercing brown eyes and those plump, smooth and heart-shaped lips that are always set in a witty line, the smallest moles and a couple of freckles all around his tiny nose and rosy cheeks, his long eyelashes, and that bloody soft hair of him, caused you to desire running your fingers through.

He was driving you fucking crazy, and you hated his power on you.

“Oh, believe me if I do not like even your idiotic side,” he leaned forward, closed the little proximity between your bodies and you felt the air left your lungs with your sanity. “I would not kiss you, damn woman.”

You were lost for words, you were run down, the only thing you could voice was an exasperated huff. Kyungsoo stared at you, refusing to loosen his grip around your body, instead he held you for his dear life and his gaze was nothing but absolutely penetrating.

You turned your head, trying to find something else to fix your eyes upon while you had been seeking the meaning of his words about liking your idiotic side.

Did he convey his feelings? Did he really stand for liking you, if he liked even your idiotic side, did it indicate that he liked all of you?

If he kissed you because he liked you, did that kiss imply more than nothing for him?

If yes, why he told you it meant nothing?

“Look at me.” his left hand cupped your face gently, on the contrary of his eyes, burning with fires, you could see the red was invading chocolate brown circles. “Do not avert your eyes.”

You blinked and shut your eyelids tightly. Suddenly, the silence in the room was more palpable than it was before, drowning both of you in a foggy swamp of riddles.

You were pissed off, broken and now, thanks to his complicated words, you were more than confused.

Kyungsoo was pissed off, broken and now, thanks to your complicated reactions, he was more than confused.

“If you were so keen on trying to convince yourself that I meant that kiss was nothing,” his jaw flexed, and his eyes were clouded. “I was trying to make amend for my fault. I should have not kiss you.”

You shivered, despite it was a very hot summer night, and Kyungsoo’s warm body made your temperature skyrocketed.

“Why?” you asked. “You do not make any sense, Kyungsoo.”

“Look, who is talking?” he rolled his eyes back. “You never make any sense about our fucking relationship since the beginning. I told you many times, pay your attention.”

You should be warned to follow the signs. Collect them and find the hidden meaning. Kyungsoo was sure on his patience, he could wait for you as much as you wished, he could give you time as much as you needed, but he had no patience to hide in the shadows anymore.

He knew that his constant shifting between one side to the other surprised you, hell it surprised even himself, he did not think about any of this, but since that kiss happened between you, since Kyungsoo got a taste of you, since he could touch you… Everything was changed.

He did not want to let you go.

He could not let you go.

He was aware of you did not belong to him, maybe you did not perceive Kyungsoo as a man, but he could not be your friend anymore. He wanted to tell you how much he adored you more than before. He wanted to kiss you more than before. He wanted to see your face when he woke up, he wanted to cuddle you when he was sad, he wanted to lean on your shoulder when he was broken, he wanted to cook for you, he wanted to sing for you, he wanted to make you happy, he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to be your harbour to shelter from the stormy seas, your rock to build your home.

He wanted to live his life with you. He wanted to share even the smallest detail of his fucking life with you.

“I told you that I even like your idiotic side,” he clarified. “And you still avert your eyes from me.”

That ignited the fire of your soul.

“Hell, excuse me for my idiotic side but if I remember correctly and my memory never fails me, I told you that it was fucking okey just before you kissed me, after I shared my catastrophic first kiss experience with you,” your voice was not trembling anymore. It was firm, fuelled by your anger. “Then, all you could say was that kiss stands for nothing. What do you expect me to say?”

“Even if you are upset with me, talk to me!” he frowned. “I ask nothing but your words, truly and fully. Is this too much to expect? Hell, you were the one who said that I am a good guy but not made for you, why you are so upset with me because I made an excuse for that kiss?!”

It was your turn to froze. Kyungsoo finally let you go, he stepped back, and his arms crossed over his chest, but you froze to death. You could not move but looking at his unchanging expression like an idiot he just named it correctly.

“Yes,” you took a deep breath. If Kyungsoo said this to your face, it meant that he wanted you to face a revelation. He wanted you to know that he heard your words about him, the words which you vividly remember as you said them to Chanyeol without knowing that Kyungsoo was able to hear them. If he heard them, you owed an explanation to him. Maybe you were just searching an excuse in the book, but you gave up. You were going to tell him what you think of him. “It was me. I still have the same observation. You are damn good for me, if I would say the opposite, I would be lying my ass off.”

Kyungsoo’s face went blank.

What did you say to him? He wanted you to talk truly, however right now he was nothing but almost regretful what he had said to you. Kyungsoo hoped for you did not mean that for real, he wished it was just a gibberish.

Were you a goddamn fool?

He knew the low level of your self-confidence, but your statement was nothing but the shittiest one he has ever heard.

“What?” he murmured. “You think I am good for you?”

“Yes.” you nod. “Look at yourself, Kyungsoo! You are damn good at everything you do, you are clever, hard-working, funny, firm and always trustable, I even do not go for your physical quality, it is fucking obvious, you are handsome as fuck. Of course, I could not say anything different, you were not made for me.”

Suddenly, your hands became the focus of your attention, you fixed your eyes onto them instead of looking at Kyungsoo, who took his time before registering and recording your words in his brain. Then, his hands started were smashed together unintentionally.

“And during all this time,” he heard his own voice trembling, as if being blown by the brute force that he was trying to contain inside of his chest. “I thought you are the cleverer one.”

“Ha?”

“I really do not understand why I think you can follow the signs I have been giving to you like a bloody idiot.” he could not help but growled at you. “In my opinion, you are the only girl who deserves to feel fucking good, and if I can be that one to bring you to such a high, I would willingly do it.”

“I do not un-

“Because you do not want to see!” Kyungsoo could not control himself but go ballistic because of your blockheadedness. How could a woman be clueless at this level? What should he do, continue to scream at you about his feelings or should he bring a testimony that was approved by lawyers?

Didn’t you understand how much he cared for you?

Didn’t you see his almost tangible desires for you?

Everyone could sense his love for you, but you could fucking not, and Kyungsoo was burned out because of your total ignorance.

“Are you,” your whisper reached to his ears. “Are you interested in me?”

Kyungsoo decided that, on the contrary of your academic success, you were literally a retard.

“Why do you think I follow you everywhere like I am your dog tail?” he clenched his fists. Quickly, he walked towards you, but stopped just in front of your trembling body. “What do you think of me, do I look like a lost puppy?”

“No.” you were offended by his words. Dog tail? Puppy? He was not that much cute at first place with his level of being witty and shitty! However, after one look at him, you were not sure anymore, even he was clearly pissed off, he was fucking gorgeous and cute. “Shit, Kyungsoo, you are annoying.”

“You are the damn annoying one.” Kyungsoo started to question himself, he wanted nothing more than to fuck this attitude out of you right there, in your double sized bed. “All I did was finding an excuse which can make you relaxed with me, and I accepted my failure. I should have neither kiss you nor lie about it. But I did, and I apologize for my misbehaviour. Let’s look at you, you are just asking goddamn questions and ignoring my answers. Who is the annoying one?”

You whipped your head around; your eyes were glistering with a layer of tears, forming in the edges.

“Are you interested in me, or not?” you cried. Kyungsoo glanced up, he registered the sudden stiffness in you, and how you consciously averting your eyes away from him. He remembered that same stiffness invaded your posture when you wanted to learn what happened to your dad while he was in emergency, or you were hopelessly driving into Busan when you received after the news of Chanyeol’s motorcycle crash.

He finally understood what you needed to hear.

You wanted his words.

You wanted him to say those words.

“I have always been interested in you.” he gave up. Your heart jumped into your throat at his blunt answer, you did not know how you feel about this information, having a place in Kyungsoo’s head was something you always hoped for, but never believe it could be real. Half of you thrilled with a delicious excitement, while the other half wanted to run away because of fear.

What if he was going to fuck around with you then ditch you?

What if he was going to try being with you then decide to leave you?

What if he was going to pour happiness into your life, you even could not dream of, then disappear?

Your dilemma was in your head. Carved into your mind, body, and soul.

Your biggest fear was losing Kyungsoo.

“I hate this eerily silence between us.” Kyungsoo cut you off before you could dig yourself into a deeper hole. How could you tell him he was everything and more you wanted from this life? How could you make him to understand how much you devoted yourself to him unconditionally? You watched him with darkening eyes, darkening with your fears, with your concerns, with your worries. Your eyes were dark as the pitch-black. “I am sorry to disturb you. See you tomorrow morning if you want to have a breakfast with me.”

Every layer of privacy and secrecy that you desperately tried to build till now in order to keep your weakest point from him were dissolved when he directly headed to the door. You did not even realize but threw yourself in order to stop him.

“Do not go.” you let the tears fall then and held his toned arm for your dear life. You could not let him to leave you behind, otherwise you would be damned. “Do not leave me, before you really have to do.”

“Why should I have to leave you?” Kyungsoo turned back to you. You saw the hesitation of his moves, he wanted to caress your face, but he was holding himself. “I cannot do it, even if I want to. You are too precious for me, bookworm.”

Your face was softened by his rich baritone voice and the nickname he gave you. Calling you as a bookworm was reserved to Kyungsoo, he beaten the shit out of even Baekhyun when he also called you like Kyungsoo.

“One day you will, Soo.” you were lost in your nightmares, mulling over horrendous scenarios your subconscious had been giving you in a fucking row. “One day someone will steal you from me, one day you will fall in love with a girl and leave me behind.”

Something told you that you should have been keeping this logic to yourself, but you were extremely emotional at the very moment. Your expectations, dreams, fears, hopes, everything was mixed up and conjoined with the amount of sake you just consumed.

You were talkative tonight, something very rare for you and Kyungsoo was happy for that. Even though you had been going through a hell of a night. He was also oversensitive, his mind was clouded by his own dreads and doubts, however when you sharply deducted on his not-existed-because-of-you love affairs, he could not help but chuckled.

“First, I have to see the girls.” his throat was like a sandpaper as he swallowed. The rosy tint on your cheeks was obviously growing, invading your skin, and heading to the south. He hardly took his eyes off your neck and the rest of the direction. “Excuse me, but I have eyes only for you.”

“You cannot say that!” you winced, by fanning your face with your hands.

“Then enlighten me.” he defended himself. “How should I say it? Sorry, but I believe in monogamy.”

Your knuckles paled as your grip around his arm tightened.

How could you name the hunger that driving you into crazy? How could you tell him even looking at him, even if you have not a single clue what was going to be happen, riling you up? You supposedly liberated yourself from Kyungsoo, but tearing his gaze away was impossible for you.

You wanted him. So, fucking bad.

You wanted his hands. His lips. His body.

You wanted his soul. His heart.

You were starting to pull him to yourself without noticing, Kyungsoo’s eyes were widened when you took the initiative to your hands.

Literally.

“Do you remember what I asked to you?” you whispered.

“About?” Kyungsoo exhaled with your unexpected shifting between moods. He did not trust his voice, not now, not when you were so close to him, enough to feel your breath on his lips.

His throat was like the deserts of Egypt right now.

“About teaching me.” you murmured into his fucking ear. “When it comes to touch someone?”

“Yeah.” he swallowed very hard, biting a tsunami of cursing back.

“Will you teach me?” your hands wandered around his arms to his chest and stopped there. “For the future references?”

“If I were you,” he groaned. “I would not think about future references.”

You rolled your eyes, taking your hands back off his body. Kyungsoo caught your hands and put them back on his chest, while he was aggressively dragged you into his arms.

“I am going to teach you.” his eyebrows were furrowed. “How you should be touched.”

Kyungsoo was never going to forget how your eyes glowed after his words with excitement.

He was not sure but it seemed like you wanted him almost like how he wanted you.

Desperately and fucking needy.

He carried you to the bed.

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Memories from the past (Part Seven)(Caius Volturi)

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A knock could be heard on the door to Caius’ quarters. “Come in.” Caius said as he looked at himself in the mirror. Athenodora impatiently waiting in the chair beside it, watching him mess around with his hair and clothes. Felix walked into the room and gave a quick bow of the head as a way of showing respect. “Master, Mistress. She is here.” Felix said simply, yet a smile spread over Athenodora’s features. “Thank you Felix, we will be down shortly.” Was all she said before she gracefully stood up, straightening her dress. Felix bowed one last time and left the room, on his way to fetch Marcus and Sulpicia. Athenodora jumped into Caius’ arms and kissed him passionately, and Caius happily returned the kiss with his own passion and happiness. He slowly pulled away and put his wife down. “Let’s meet our little mate, shall we?” he asked as he gently placed her hand in his. Athenodora’s smile only grew wider. “I can’t wait any longer. How long as it been since we have waited for her?” “Nearly 2000 years since we knew there was one more person for us to love.” Caius answered as he started to walk out of the room, guiding his wife by the hand.

Caius and Athenodora followed Marcus and Sulpicia into the feeding room. It was almost the same room as the throne room apart from one small detail, the drain in the middle of the room. The humans who served them as food would end up in that pit after they died and with the help of acid the bodies would be completely dissolved, no trace of them to ever be found again. The couple’s eyes quickly fell on the only human girl in the room and a small pull could be felt in their chests, almost as if their hearts had started to beat again after centuries of silence. To not lose appearance they quickly made their way towards Caius’ throne and set down, Athenodora snuggly on her husband’s lap. They could care less about Aro and Sulpicia’s little affectionated show, used to the couples way of sharing love by now, and only focussed on the girl. Finally she looked up at the couple, her bambi eyes innocent and confused. Both Caius and Athenodora felt their bond finally fall into place and their glares softened on their faces. Caius was about to stand up but Athenodora gently pushed him back down, breaking free of the mesmerizing spell their mate seemed to put on them. “Not yet, amore mio. Let us wait until at least those Cullens have left. We wouldn’t want to frighten our little mate just yet.” She whispered in his ear. “Fine.” Caius growled softly while leaning his back against the back of his throne again, a pained expression on his face. He wanted his little mate to be near him, away from the two Cullen vampires he now saw as a threat. “But if any of them makes a move out of line I will grab her. I don’t like her standing so close to them.” “Agreed, darling.” Was all Athenodora said before her undivided attention was back on her little mate.

I felt frozen. My heartbeat increased and seemed to pull me forward, towards the two blonde angels. I wanted-, no needed to be near them. I wanted to feel their touch, their kiss, their passion and their love. “Well, it does seem you were right after all, my dear Alice.” Aro said breaking me free from my gaze. “Pardon me.” I said, finally finding my voice again. “But I would like some answers now. What is going on? Who are you? And what happened between you and my mother?” I looked at Edward and Alice, one of my eyebrows raised. Edward sighed. “Your mother and I used to have relationship back when she was in high school. She, figured out what I was and we fell in love.” He said. “I’m sorry, what you are? What are you then? Apart from something that is going against the normal laws of nature.” “We are vampires, my dear Xandria.” Aro said as he saw the questioning look in Edwards eyes. I couldn’t help it but I laughed. “Of course. As if this week couldn’t get any stranger. Very well, please continue your story Edward. I am sure there is something more than just a simple ‘we used to date’.” “You’re right,-“ Edward continued “- there was an accident that made me decide to leave, for her own safety. I only came back once, but she was happy and in a relationship with some other man… and pregnant.” His facial expression was one of a kicked puppy. I snorted. “Happy? I have never seen my mother happy. You know, anytime your name dropped her entire face would drop. She had nightmares every night, screaming your bloody name.” I fiercely said. Edwards gaze fell to the floor, ashamed of himself. It was a silent for a moment or two before he looked up again, tears pooling in his eyes. “Where is she? Please, I have to know.” Suddenly I felt cold inside. “She killed herself. She jumped off a cliff. At first I had no idea why, the only thing we found was a small note that said ‘I cannot live without him anymore. I have tried, but after 20 years I am tired and done.’ I took a step forward, my anger blazing back inside of me. “I thought it was my father at first, but he died three years ago, not 20.” He fell down on his knees, clutching his hair. “No, you don’t get to feel self-pity. You left her! You made her depressed! You made her bloody kill herself and leave me behind!” “I am so sorry, Xandria! I thought I was protecting her!” Edward cried out in pain. “Aro, please. End my suffering.” “The hell you will. If I have to live with this pain, so do you! Why would you get the easy way out, huh?! YOU DON’T DESERVE IT!” I felt the tears streaming down my face and before I knew it a pair of strong, hard arms were wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into a chest. “Please brother, sister. Take her to your chambers.” Aro said, I looked up and saw the two blond angels, well vampires I guess, standing next to me, the man holding me tight. They both nodded their heads before he gently picked me up. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to do and feeling completely drained. Soon I was placed on a bed and I curled up in a ball, hugging myself and finally letting myself cry it all out now that I had my answers.

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Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened AO3 | FF.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart AO3 | FF.Net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows. [Unfinished, on permanent hiatus]

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️Amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit. (Also Available in Russian)

*Sing We All Noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*Speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️Tunnels of Love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*The Reveal That Wasn’t- First Parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*What A Mess We’re In- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

*Oblivi-oh no! - A retelling of Oblivio, except Ladybug is the only one to lose her memory. How will Chat deal?

*Bad Day (3 chapters) - Marinette was Ladybug! This was Adrien’s luckiest day ever! Except it wasn’t, because all his good luck was used up in one go. Turns out this might be the worst day of his life.

*One Win, So Many Losses- Marinette was forced to break up with Adrien. It had been a low blow from Gabriel, to be sure. But she was Ladybug. She’d find a solution…right? An alternate ending to Chat Blanc, where Adrien doesn’t Cataclysm the akuma.

*❤️Five Minutes- Gabriel has had enough of all these girls fighting over Adrien. He decides it’s high time Adrien picks one, and arranges the perfect opportunity for him to do so. Each candidate has five minutes to present why they’d be a good girlfriend. Marinette decides to take this opportunity to shoot her shot.

~*Panache- Every eligible maiden was invited to the Prince’s ball. That included Marinette, scullery maid in her own household. But her stepsisters destroyed her dress, and she can’t go to the ball in rags. Or can she? (Cinderella!AU)

*Perfect, No Matter What-In which Gabriel sets the bar even lower for himself, a reveal happens because of pain medication, and the new guardian actually goes to Chloé for advice.

*Crushed- Stuck under a collapsed building together, Chat Noir and Marinette have a heart to heart.

*Lovelace- Convinced that he's unlovable, Adrien is quickly thrown for a loop when Marinette confesses her love for him out of the blue. An akumatization and reveal later, he changes his mind about being unlovable.

Long Fics

*❤️Longest Night- (FF.net | Ao3) - The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug’s identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ. (Rated M for scenes of torture)

*❤️Nine Lives- (FF.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*Tender Words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

*Integrity- Overwhelmed with her responsibilities, guilt, and drama, Marinette has an emotional breakdown in front of everyone, and even hands over her earrings in a moment of weakness. Only for a few seconds, but the damage was done. Adrien’s pretty quick on the uptake like that.

~Much Obliged- Everyone deals with grief differently. Some take to drinking, others devote themselves to charity. Adrien Agreste? Well, he became a cowboy. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a witch, one of very few in the world. She knows what it’s like to be doubted, and assumed delusional. Maybe that’s why they got along so well. Or maybe it’s just because they both like big hats. AU where everything is the same, except instead of superheroes, Adrien is a Cowboy and Marinette is a witch. (Unfinished) (Based on a AU by @bugaboo-n-bananoir)

*I’ll Handle This- “I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that? Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back. (Body swap fic)

The Ghost of Smokey Joe- Adrien Agreste was acting bizarre. Stilted body language, plastic smile, and he seemed to have forgotten how close they were. Before she can get the truth out of him, Marinette finds herself as the sole heir to the Gabriel brand and the mansion, following the murder-suicide of both Adrien and Gabriel Agreste. The mystery continues as Tikki explains that Adrien was Chat Noir...but if Adrien is six feet under, why is Chat Noir still running around?

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (FF.Net | AO3)

Arranged Marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood Friends- At the Sandbox

❤️Easy Fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion Designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️Frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️Heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (Longer version by FateCharms)

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the Walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking On The Wrong Door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️Messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To Mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster Falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music Video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️Operation: Lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in Crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️Sorting Things Out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~The Dragon and The Dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

The Pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

Hide and Seek- Part 1

Lost and Found- Part 2

Long fics:

*❤️Infernal Responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*❤️Roses and Lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!” (Also Available in Spanish!)

*~What the Water Gave Me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 State Street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️The North Tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️Boy Toy- AO3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

No, You Go First- AO3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*In Due Time- AO3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️Arcadia or Bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~Big Brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

Dear Jason- Bruce Writes a letter

Just Drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

The Prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

Of Mustard and Three Foot Purple Tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~❤️Carol of the Bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*No Escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*Now you Know My Pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*Paint it Black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*Saving Grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️Requiem for Pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Final Fantasy X

I Do…I Guess? - “I would…like to ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Well…if it’s not too much…I’d like to ask you…to marry me.” Knowing what’s to come during her pilgrimage, Yuna asks Tidus to marry her, strictly for convenience and having an official next of kin, of course. Starts after Luca and how this decision would affect the rest of the story.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️Behold the Beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️Midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*So This is Love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️A Love Song Back To Me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

Down Feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

*Angel’s Wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

Momma Look Sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

[hello-everyfandom]

"It’s bloody cold out here and I want you to kiss me.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Cedric Diggory has fallen in love with Draco Malfoy’s best friend.

(So, I wrote this imagine I think in 2016? Maybe? And upon rereading it I was like YIKES. So, I rewrote it in a better writing style and added some more dialogue. Enjoy!)

Within the stone walls of Hogwarts, a brisk and cold breeze whistled through. Although Hogwarts was quite cozy during the winter, winters were close to a frozen hell. Despite the warm fireplaces and the nicely coloured decorations, the feeling of frozen noses was inevitable. Cedric Diggory watched afar as you accepted Draco’s offer to place his scarf around your neck. Though you were nearly the same age as Draco, you were in the year above him and a grade lower than Cedric, he simply was infatuated with you. His feelings towards you were both excitable and terrifying and Cedric couldn’t do anything but watch from afar. You twirled, hair with flecks of white snow and your cheeks a red colour from the cold. You spotted Cedric, who leaned on the corridor columns and sent him a small smile. Cedric would later kick himself for his lack of confrontation with you, but instead of going up and actually talking to you, he nervously smiled and turned back to his common room.

“Who are you looking at, Y/N?” you heard Draco ask behind you, a snicker clear in his voice. Draco cocked his eyebrow as you shook your head and began to walk towards the warmth of the castle and the Great Hall. You turned the corner quickly, attempting to comb the snowflakes out of your hair, and colliding straight into someone.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” your feet, still wet from the snow slid on the corridor floor. Cedric’s reflexes kicked him as he braced you with one hand on your waist and the other on your arm. 

Cedric stared at you with a boyish smirk,“Falling all over the place, are you?” A laugh erupted from your chest as you steadied yourself.

“It’s not my fault! Draco’s got me out there in the bloody cold.”

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” Cedric nodded towards the courtyard. 

Your cheeks flushed pink. Cedric’s eyes moved from your smiling lips up to your hair.

“Well, at least in the cold, you still make me feel warm.” 

Cedric’s dimples wrinkled as he blushed.“Hold on, you have some-” Cedric brushed the snowflakes out of your hair making you giggle.

“I guess I did have some fun out there. I feel as though I turn into a child when I see snow, it’s pathetic actually.”

“More like a cute child.” Cedric froze after hearing what he said and began to stutter furiously. 

You grinned sweetly and pushed his arm, “You’re so silly,”The two of you chatted away, forgetting the cold that was biting at your faces from the open corridors. You two were always able to talk, not minding the house difference; Cedric took every opportunity to talk to you and attempting to make you laugh.“

You almost scared my bloody pants off when you were fighting that dragon. You’d think you’d be scared! But, no, you stood all proud and mighty.” Cedric scratched the back of his neck humbly and let out a loose laugh. “How does it feel to be a champion? The Great Cedric Diggory,” you lightly teased.

The two of you were so close, you could feel his warm breath, his gaze on you, “Speaking of... I’ve been meaning to ask you a question.”

“Hm?” you asked innocently. Cedric opened his mouth but was quickly interrupted by the sound of dozens of footsteps coming from outside.

“Y/N!” Draco’s voice chimed from down the hall. He stood with his fellow goons, facing the Great Hall, “Coming?” You bit your lip and turned to Cedric, his jaw tightened and disappointment laid on his eyes.

“Hold your pants! Give me a moment,” You shouted back before sending Cedric and apologetic smile, “Ask me later?” 

Cedric held his breath and nodded. Once again, Draco stole you from his grasp.

Cedric and his friends exited the Great Hall after dinner, laughter, and conversation exploding amongst them. It died down when Cedric noticed a familiar blonde waiting along with his throng of Slytherin boys.

“Diggory,” Draco spat out.

“Draco,” Cedric replied as politely as he could without wanting to hex him into oblivion.

“Heard at dinner you’ve been meaning to ask Y/N something, gonna ask her to the ball then, Diggory?” Crabbe and Goyle snickered behind him, “You think she’d actually go with you? Y/N? My Y/N?”

Cedric’s hand tightened on his robe. He hated hearing the words, ‘My Y/N.’ Your name should only be said with the softness of whispers, not harshly like Draco had hissed. Cedric’s boys put their arms around his shoulders as a sign of support. 

“It’s too bad, Diggory. She’s already agreed to go with me, our parents arranged it, didn’t even have a thought towards you.” Draco licked his lips and sneered, 

“I don’t believe having your parents set you up with a date is a thing to brag about, Malfoy. It’s quite sad really.” Cedric controlled his voice from rising. He prided himself in always remaining calm in heated situations, but Malfoy seemed to push his buttons enough for him to forget that philosophy.

“Can’t wait to see her in her dress looking all pretty, well. It’s nothing I haven’t seen you before.” Cedric couldn’t control himself. His hands found Draco’s shoulders as he pushed him into the wall with such anger in his eyes. Draco snarled, trying to fight back from Cedric’s death grip. He released Draco with a shove. Both groups of boys reacted quickly, wands whipping out with spells nearly be cast till they heard a frantic yell.

“Cedric!” you rushed forwards, pushing Draco backward, putting distance between the three of you. Draco fixed his robes and put his wand back in his pocket.

“We were just leaving,” Cedric gritted his teeth and looked back at you. You sighed in disappointment and exhaustion. You were so tired of Draco’s constant protection and surveillance even on a simple crush.

“I’m so sorry, Cedric, were you hurt? He’s a rit git and if it were up to me I’d-”Draco groaned, grabbing your wrist and pulled you away from apologizing to Cedric.

Cedric grinned upon hearing the shouts of anger down the corridor, your voice ringing and cursing as Draco continued to pull you down to the dungeons.

“This has become ridiculous, Draco. You’re making a fool of yourself.” you paced in front of Draco as he lounged on the Slytherin couch. He twisted his wand in his fingers and let out a bored grumble.

“I’m the one making a fool of myself?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you could feel a vein of anger popping out on your forehead, something Draco usually teased you for.

“You’re throwing yourself at a Hufflepuff, it’s nearly pitiful.” Draco nearly spat and stomped on the Hufflepuff house every day, earning him an earful every time he did.

“So what if he’s a Hufflepuff? Who are you to tell me who I can and cannot like?”

“I’m your best friend!”

“Yes! And did I judge you, nor complain about your constant snogging with Parkinson in your fourth year?” 

“Technically you did judge me,”

“Yes! But silently. Silently is the keyword here.” you complained, a hand on your hip. 

Draco leaned so his forearms were on his knees, “I’m quite bored of this conversation.”

You pointed angrily, “Git! You’re a git, did I ever tell you that?”

“Of course you have. But, remember, whose person you grew up with? The person you used to take baths with when we were babies.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” you whined making Draco pull a grin. 

“What I mean is, I’m always going to be there for you. Is he?”

You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, “You’re saying that as if he even had any sort of feelings towards me.”

Draco thought out his choices. He could, for one, be a good person and assure you of Cedric’s feelings. However, today Draco was feeling quite selfish and riled up with his fight earlier. 

“You’re probably right, ‘sides, heard he’s asking Cho Chang to the Yule Ball anyways.”

You froze. Jealousy and sadness building up as you turned away from Draco to blink out the tears welling in your eyes. “Oh.”

“Don’t dwell on it, Y/L/N,” Draco stood and patted you cooly on the shoulder, “He wasn’t worth it anyway, he’s only a Hufflepuff.” He yawned and headed towards the dorm staircase, “Go to bed, Y/N,”

“I’ll go in a minute,” you called back, sitting in front of the fire. You put your head in your hands, letting out a sigh, trying to gain warmth from the fire but only feeling a cool numb down your back.

Cedric Diggory hated the Yule Ball. He hated how he had to have Cho Chang on his arm instead of you. He hated having to steal glances over to you, admiring your beauty from a distance. He hated seeing you dance with Draco in that long, beautiful, and surely expensive dress you wore so perfectly. He hadn’t spoken to you in the longest time, he wasn’t sure if you were avoiding him or he was avoiding you. Something in the pit of Cedric’s stomach told him that you were taken by Draco and didn’t want to risk flirting or doing something he’d end up regretting. Cedric Diggory was a nobleman, and though he longed for you, he kept his distance. The Champions of the Triwizard Tournament joined in the middle of the hall to dance once more with their chosen partners. Cho Chang was a lovely girl and was actually quite pretty, however, Cedric couldn’t help but look over to your face and wishing you were in his hands rather than her. Other couples began to join in, swiftly moving around the dance floor, he continued to sway until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

He murmured a small apology to Cho and strutted quickly to where you were standing. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as his hand stretched out. 

“Cedric?” you questioned him, he shook his head and replied.“Dance with me,”

Draco stepped forwards to stop you, but your eyes were only trained on Cedric’s. You slipped your hands in Cedric’s and shivered with the warmth of his touch. He pulled you effortlessly into the dance floor. The music played by the enchanted orchestra became a slower piece, a few couples who had come as friends shuffled off however you two stayed. Cedric’s hand was placed gingerly on your waist and your hand on his broad shoulders, feeling the material of his suit. 

“Are you ever going to tell me why you aren’t with Cho Chang, right now?”

Cedric hummed in your ear and twirled you in his arms, “Can’t I dance with the prettiest girl in the room?” You scoffed.

“Yes, but I am not the prettiest girl in the room, I believe your date is on the other side of the ball sending me quite a dirty look.”

“You’ll always be the prettiest girl to me,” Cedric said honestly. He was so close to kissing you, the shade of your lipstick was particularly enticing and he found you irresistible. Cedric dipped your body, his lips close enough to kiss you. Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered closed until a rough hand was slammed on his shoulder.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Cedric looked up seeing Draco’s fuming eyes and his close proximity. Cedric politely excused himself and walked out of the Great Hall.Cedric stood outside in the cold, leaning on the castle walls behind him. No matter how many times he tried to shake the thought of you from his mind, he always found himself wishing you were his. He knew you were with Draco and that thought was almost unbearable.

“Bugger off Draco, you’re not my Dad! Get the hell away from me.” You yelled at Draco before trudging into the snow towards Cedric.“Bloody hell, it’s cold out here.” You shivered and leaned next to Cedric. As you began to speak again, Cedric interrupted you.“Go back inside, Y/N.” His voice was cold and distant, unlike his usual joking and charming voice.‘Think I can’t handle the cold, Diggory?” you joked, “you have truly wounded me, Ced.” Even in the dark, you could see the deep frown, he pushed himself off of the wall trying to exit the conversation. You grabbed his wrist and begged,“Stay, please?” he couldn’t look back or he’d give in almost immediately.

“You’re with Draco, I can’t.” 

Your eyes widened as your grip tightened.

“Turn around.” Cedric didn’t budge. “I said, turn around, Cedric Diggory. I am, in any world, dating Draco Malfoy.”

Cedric complied and turned to your worried face.

“Kiss me.” Your breath on his. Cedric shook his head once more, 

“Cedric Diggory, it’s bloody cold out here and I want you to kiss me.”His head stood still. Cedric had never been so hesitant and nearly kissed you right there but stood his ground.

Draco was right, Cedric Diggory couldn’t possibly have any feelings for you. And here you were, embarrassing yourself in front of the man you loved. You spun quickly to retreat back inside before Cedric’s long arm shot out and grabbed you. His warm hands were on your cheeks as he leaned down and place a single, long kiss on your awaiting lips. Both of your eyes fluttered shut upon feeling the long-awaited kiss you two had been fighting to have. You could feel his smile imprinting on your lips. Your lips separated with a small pop as Cedric grinned down at you. At least, in the coldness of winter, you were together.  

[wintcrdvst]

𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓, part two ! under the cut you will find a masterlist of 113 quotes that can be used for otps, brotps and possibly even notps. these were gathered from various sources such as songs and pinterest for personal use, but i figured i might as well share. give a like or reblog if this was useful to you, and enjoy !! you can find part one here.

i just can’t take myself away

under her spell i can’t break

it’s the sweetest taste of sin

let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

you like your girls insane

you and i‚ we were born to die

the world was on fire and no one could save me but you

it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do

i never dreamed that i’d meet somebody like you

something always brings me back to you

i never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love

baby‚ i’ll bleed you dry

i loved and i loved and i lost you

we’re certain with desire

i can barely breathe when you’re here loving me

nobody does it like you do

you smiled; i fell in love

i found love in your laugh

i never craved attention until i tasted yours

i love you as certain dark things are to be loved; in secret‚ between the shadow and the soul

tell me that you chose me‚ that you love me‚ that you crave the darkness

and i was never sure whether you were the lighthouse or the storm

you’re worth every sin

dive my face between your thighs until i cannot feel my lips

i love you with a love that no one can understand

lately i wonder how it feels to taste your lips

i wasn’t looking for love but she found me

something tells me i’m going to love you forever

everything is better with you‚ everything has been better since you

i’d rather argue with you than be with anyone else

let me be your sickening desire

every revolution starts and ends with his lips

how was i to know this tiny spark would spread like wildfires

if we fall‚ we fall together

we loved with a love that was more than love

at dusk death came to me in the form of a man

you see? even death has a heart

you don’t love me‚ big fucking deal

all you give me is a heartbeat

my soul aches for nothing but you

i’m here now

before i met you i was drowning; now i am water

she longed to throw something at him; a chair‚ herself

since when did monsters have lips like yours

i write my name over your tongue so it is all you speak

if i could dream at all it would be about you

every cigarette you put to your mouth should have been my lips

lately i’ve been craving you more

i just can’t help desiring your lips against my neck

i want to taste you again‚ like a secret or a sin

my life will end and so will yours so just kiss me anytime

players only love you when they’re playing

loving you isn’t the right thing to do

to you i’ll give the world

to you i’ll never be cold

you say you love me but you don’t know

i know i could have loved you but you would not let me

love is a kind of killing; don’t you know that?

you think we’re bonnie and clyde but both of them fucking died

with tears in my eyes i begged you to stay

i can love you in secret but no one can know

you are a broken heart tattoo i’ll have forever on my chest

don’t you just love the desire taking hold of you?

i don’t have to remind you where you belong

i see your face every time i’m with somebody else

can’t you see that i want you?

i’m in control when you give me your body

i feel our souls burning up when i’m inside of you

you gave me comfort

falling for you was my mistake

when times were rough i made sure i held you close to me

i want you to stay even though you don’t want me

i said i didn’t feel nothing baby‚ but i lied

i almost cut a piece of myself for your life

guess i was just another pit stop ‘til you made up your mind

call out my name and i’ll be on my way

i claimed you so proud and openly

it feels like you don’t care; why don’t you realize i’m rare?

i’ll be there to pull you back up

i’ll be around you

i’m nothing without you

when the stars are falling down‚ there’s love in the dark

you said it was a great love‚ one for the ages

if the story’s over why am i still writing pages

for whatever it’s worth i love you

i’ve tried to fight our energy

you get high and call on the regular

i get weak and fall like a teenager

i go back to you every time

i just might love you forever

i hope you warm up to me

i burned so long and so quiet you must have wondered if i loved you back; i did‚ i did‚ i do

if i could dream at all it would be about you

you got me all fucked up‚ i’m in my feelings

you said love is touching souls; surely you touched mine

tiny gestures but big love

even her absence is something that’s with me

i like her so much i don’t know how to desire her

if i don’t see her i imagine her

i loved you long before i had the guts to let you know

i crave the side of you that you don’t show to anyone else

everyone fears me but i fear you

i want your heart‚ your skin‚ your smile

i want every thought‚ every touch‚ every secret

surrounded by art yet you’re the most beautiful of them all

i’ve been lost but i’m here now; you’re the only person who has ever been able to find me

you pierce my soul

i have loved none but you

you make my face red and my heart beat

i don’t want to forget how your voice sounds

light is easy to love; show me your darkness

i loved you so much it was making me sick

i would give anything to be loved by you

[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter ii)

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word count: word count: 1,515

summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

warnings: language (cause I really cannot write without curse words). Smut in future chapter just not this one. Sorry, we’re getting there but it’s a slow burn.

a/n: Hopefully you guys like this one as much as the last but honestly I think chapter 3 is my favorite so far. It’ll be up tomorrow! And as always my grammatical errors and my spelling is atrocious so please ignore... xx

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The day couldn't have ended more perfectly. The sun was starting to set as you sat curled up in one of Mitch's hoodies by the fire outside. The food was already packed up and put away. Now it was just time to drink your glass of wine with Sarah as Mitch and Harry wrangled your kid out of the pool to start making s'mores.

You laid your head against Sarah's shoulder. Your hair blew back gently from the swaying motion of the swing they had by their fire pit and you couldn't imagine things being better than they were right now. You were finally happy. You were finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and as the next season started to creep up on you, you knew you had even better things to look forward to.

"Wow that kid has a lot of energy." Mitch said as he walked up towards you guys from the house, slipping on a shirt.

"Yeah imagine how bad it is when you shove her full of sugar and send her back to me after sleepovers here." You glared at Mitch. You knew full well he was the one who gave her the ungodly amount of sugar the last time she was here and she ended up sick.

"Hey, I'm the fun one not the responsible one." He smiled as he took a seat across from Sarah. His hands folding behind his head as he relaxed into the seat.

"Where is she?" You questioned leaning your head up off Sarah and looking around the yard. You couldn't see her and even though you knew she was probably fine, you couldn't help the mommy dread filling the pit of your stomach.

"Oh, calm down, Harry has her."

"Jesus, Mitch, you can't leave her with someone she doesn't know very well." You huffed and started to stand up before you saw them walking back outside. An old shirt of Mitch's now covering her. It was almost dragging the ground as she walked hand in hand with Harry.

"You were saying?" He smiled smugly and Sarah chuckled from beside you. You couldn't help the huff of annoyance that passed your lips.

"Stop trying to set us up. It's not going to happen." You said as you kicked off your high heels and curled your legs up beside you when you sat back down.

"Whatever you say Y/N" Sarah mumbled beside you. The smile on her face not fading as she took a drink from her glass.

"Momma! Momma!" Thea yelled as she let go of Harry's hand and ran toward you.

"Guess what!" She bounced excitedly in front of you. The smile on her face so wide it showed the one front baby tooth that had fallen out the previous week. It was the first one she had lost, which made your heartache at the thought of her growing up. You felt she was too little to be losing teeth yet but the frantic call you made to the pediatrician made you feel stupid when she assured you it was completely normal for a kid about to turn five.

"What baby?" You asked as you pulled her onto your lap to sit with you.

"Harry has his nails painted too and he said he liked the color mine are." She rushed out excitedly as she held her hands in front of her to look at the color they were again.

"He said I could paint his nails sometime. Even though I told him I wasn't very good at it and that you did them for me, but he said I could practice on him." She said turning to you but your eyes fixed on the man in front of you. Your heart wanted to fall out of your chest and turn into a pile of mush at the thought of her curled up on the couch painting his nails as he mused about how well she was doing. You quickly pushed the fleeting thought to the side but the smile it caused stayed on your face as you looked at him.

"Well baby that was very nice of him." You kissed her on the cheek and pulled her back further and hugged her.

"Sucker." Mitch coughed out into his hand and Harry turned around, hitting him in the back.

"Got a bit of a bad cough there mate." He said irritation laced through his voice but it still sounded angelic to you. You tried your best to hide your small laugh as he sat down beside Mitch directly across from you but his green eyes shot directly to yours when he heard it. A soft smile formed at the corner of his full lips and you had to immediately look away before you started debating in your mind what they tasted like.

"Go make some s'mores with Uncle Mitch before we have to go Thea." You said as you put her on the ground. She walked carefully around the fire and went to sit on Mitch's lap as he started putting the marshmallows on the roasting stick.

"So, Y/N, when do you start your fancy new job?" Sarah asked as you leaned your head back on her shoulder and took a sip from your wine glass.

"Next month. Not sure how well it's going to go. I've never managed a hotel that big before." You were a bit nervous to start a new job in a new city but you craved the fresh start. Somewhere, where walking down the street didn't remind you time and time again of your ex.

"Oh shut up." Mitch groaned. You were going to give a smart ass remark back but the look Harry shot him was enough to make you stop.

"I'm just saying," Mitch said more to Harry than you, "She's great at managing people. She shouldn't be worried."

"Which hotel is it?" Harry questioned as he held his roasting stick loaded with marshmallows over the fire.

"The Pembroke. I'm just the Assistant Manager but hopefully in a few years if it all works out the way I want it to then I can move up." You shrugged. You weren't 100% sure how you got into hospitality but it was just something that seemed to stick with you. Meeting and talking to new people every day from all over the world was fascinating. You liked getting to learn about different cities and countries without ever having to leave your state, but this new job came with a pretty big move, into New York City. It wasn't that bad considering you were already on the outskirts but you'd never lived in the actual city before. Something you weren't 100% sure you were ready for.

"'ve been there." He said, turning his marshmallows before they burned. "'S nice. Just a few streets over from my flat actually."

You swore you could have choked on your wine the second that sentence left his mouth. You had no fucking idea where he lived and preferred to keep it that way and now he knew where you worked and it was close to where he was at when he was in New York? No. No way. You turned to Sarah who had a shit-eating grin across her face.

"Well, maybe you can show Y/N around sometime." She said turning to face you with the biggest, most infuriating smile on her face. "I'm sure she would like the help getting used to the city."

"Oh, no, really I couldn't--" You started but were shortly cut off.

"That means that you can come over and sing my song to me Harry." Thea said with so much excitement that you paused. She really did seem to get on with him better than most people and she loved his music. She said 'Golden' was her song and made Mitch play it for her all the time. It was heart-wrenchingly adorable.

"Course I can sweetheart." He said to Thea as he took off a marshmallow and placed it on a Graham cracker lined with chocolate. Handing it to her before starting to make his own.

"Well she should have your number then." Sarah beamed from beside you and it took everything in you to not strangle her.

Fucking trader.

Thea was already over to you and taking your phone in the blink of an eye and handing it to Harry. She was telling him how to put his number in your phone before you even got a chance to protest.

"You've got to take a picture so it shows up next to your name." She said as she took the phone back from him and turned on the camera app.

"Get in here with me then." He said pulling her in. They both cheesed up to the camera, big smiles wide on both their faces and your heart completely melted when you heard her giggle and ask to do a silly photo.

"Call me anytime you need help love."

Guess you had his phone number now. So much for staying away.

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Love is like a tornado...

For the dearest @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321​ 💟💟💟

Hope you’ll like the story...

"Man, that sucks..."

"Yeah, the situation is desperate!"

The Weasley twins sigh as they watch two of their favorite teachers glancing at each other but not daring to say a single word.

On one side, there is Professor Remus Lupin, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Compassionate, kind, encouraging, and understanding, he is among the most popular teachers in the school.

On the other side, there is (Y/N) (L/N), the new Charms lecturer. She is not only beautiful but also passionate, supportive, charismatic, and gifted. Every Hogwarts students are keen to attend her courses: even the Slytherins are respectful towards her. 

Besides, she is the youngest member of the professors' staff. 

However, what makes Fred and George Weasley upset is that the two teachers seem fond of each other, but no one tries to make the first step.

"They could be the most popular couple in school!"

"You mean the most popular couple in the history of the school!"

"You got the point, Fred!"

Sitting next to them, Ron, Hermione, and Harry share their opinion.

"They are so cute together! But it would not be fair to force them!" breathes Hermione.

"Hermione is right. Likewise, Remus is not at ease with his lycanthropic condition: I'm sure he is scared to hurt her!" advises Harry.

"Sure. And, moreover, Lupin is so clumsy when it comes to ladies!" grins Ron.

"Watch your words, Little Ronnie! I'm sure you don't want your friends to know about the emptiness of your love life!" sneers George, making his twin laugh.

Grumbling some curses against his "stupid brothers," Ron eats a piece of cake while asking:

"Which subject do we have after lunch?"

"Let me see... Ah, we have a Charms lesson!"

As they hear it, a Cheshire grin appears on the Weasley twins' faces.

"Do you hear that, Georgie?"

"Oh yeah, Freddie, I heard it!"

Under the worried look of their younger brother and his friends, George and Fred prepare their new trick to "help" their beloved teachers...

Later in the afternoon, in Charms classroom.

In her classroom, (Y/N) tries to explain a new spell to her students.

"Remember, ladies and gentlemen: your gesture must be short but firm! Come on, try!"

Both the Gryffindor and Slytherin students try their best to achieve the exercise. Some manage to reach their objective while others struggle.Their professor watches them with a kind smile on her face. She really enjoys teaching at Hogwarts: the pupils are interested and willing to work.

Furthermore, in her class, there is no rivalry between the houses. She encourages solidarity and group works between the students, no matter which house they belong to. 

That's why she appreciates seeing Hermione, one of her favorite students, working with Draco Malfoy without hostility. She even notices that the two seem to get along now, to Ron Weasley's dismay. 

Speaking of the latter, he nearly turns one of his classmates into a chair!

"Watch out, Ron!"

"Sorry, Seamus!"

"Focus on your gesture, Mr. Weasley!" she reminds him kindly.

"Yes, sorry, Mrs. (L/N)!"

The class goes well until the bell rings.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen! For next time, I want you to practice all the charms on page 214 of your manual! See you on Friday!"

Once the students leave her classroom, she packs her belongings and heads to her office. On the way, she bumps into someone and lets her book falling.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I did not see you..."

"I should be the one apologizing, (Y/N)"

The young woman lifts her head, and she recognizes Remus. For a moment, they cannot help but look at each other with some fascination. Shyly, the werewolf hands to her some of her books.

"Thank you for helping me, Remus!"

"It's my pleasure. I'll be careful next time!"

"Don't be upset about it. It's okay!"

"I... I'm glad to hear that!" whispered the werewolf, slightly blushing.

Unbeknownst to them, the Weasley twins observe them, hidden in a corner.

"By Merlin, it fails! They are this close to kissing, I swear! Ugh, it's soooo frustrating!"

"I told you that the Tumbling spell would not work!"

"Quiet, Fred! Unless you have another idea..."

"Just let me think about it, Georgie... Hooray! I have a plan!"

"What is it?"

Fred picks up his spellbook and points to a segment.

"I think this would help us!"

Looking at the spell, George beams.

"Oh, that's what I call a brilliant idea! The best prank we ever did!"

"You can say it, bro! Now, let's prepare it! We have to do it tomorrow: I hear Ron revising his Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson for tomorrow! It's our only chance !"

The following day.

Sitting at her office, (Y/N) prepares the lesson for the Year 1 Ravenclaw students. She smiles while thinking about those little wizards and witches who look at her with admirative eyes. They are so cute! 

To be honest, they are cuter when they interact with Remus. She loves to see him being gentle with the younglings and encouraging their efforts. She can say that her colleague would be a wonderful father...

Suddenly, a loud noise wakes her up from her daydream. She looks at her door that shatters because of a tornado.

"By Merlin, what is that?"

As she prepares to cast a spell, the tornado charges at her and imprisons the young witch in its fury. 

Mangled by the tornado, (Y/N) cannot stop it, losing her wand in the process. And carried by the wind, she soon crosses the corridors, under the astonished eyes of the teachers and students.

Meanwhile, in Remus's classroom, the students listen to their teacher.

"As you know, Banshee's main power is her scream. It's so powerful that it can drive her victims mad! It can also lead to their death!"

"How loud it can be?" asked Draco.

"Well, according to Newt Scamander, you can hear her wails from a couple of miles away!"

At the same time, the students jumped on their seats as they hear a piercing shriek.

"BANSHEE! SHE IS HERE!" panicked Neville.

"I assure you, young Mister Longbottom, that it is not a supernatural scream. On the contrary, it is a human scream... It sounds like someone needs help!"

Indeed, someone needs help as they hear a familiar feminine voice.

"PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

"OH MY GOD! It's Mrs. (L/N)!" exclaims Harry.

Fearing for the life of his beloved witch, Remus picks his wand and prepares to rescue (Y/N) when the tornado bursts into the classroom.

"STEP BACK! STAY FAR FROM IT!" directs Lupin.

All the students stumble behind their teacher. The werewolf braces himself before he tries to rescue his crush from the roaring wind. 

Unfortunately, the tornado absorbs him as well, before getting outside the classroom.

"We have to help them! Hurry!" declares Parvati before running outside, followed by her classmates.

When they arrive in the main hall, they witness an extraordinary scene: trapped in the tornado, Remus and (Y/N) try to escape this windy pit but fail every time.

"How can we help them?" demands Ron.

"First of all, we must identify which spell was used to create this tornado!"

At the same time, Fred and George topple towards them while repeating:

"A DISASTER! IT'S A DISASTER!"

When he hears his brothers, Ron exclaims:

"What on Earth have you done again?"

"See, little brother, it's a long time story..."

"Cut it out, and tell the truth!" yells Dean.

The twins look at each other with despair before explaining:

"Well, we only wanted to try helping Professor Lupin and Mrs (L/N) confessing to each other..."

"And we thought that if he saves her, she would immediately confess her love! And he would do the same!"

"Oh, by Morgana, why do I have those two dorks as brothers?" whines Ron as he facepalms.

"Okay. But why the tornado?" asks Neville.

"Well, it seems cool!" answers Fred.

"That is not cool AT ALL, you dumbskull!" 

"Only a Weasley can produce such a ridiculous idea!" says Goyle with irony.

"Shut up, Goyle, and be useful for once in your life!" shouts Seamus.

Whereas her classmates panic for their teachers, Hermione muses about the tornado.

"It is not a classic spell... If only I had my Charms book with me!"

Immediately, Draco hands his manual to her.

"You can read mine if you want!"

"Thanks, Draco! Let's see what it is!"

As the two wizards look in the book, Ron nudges Harry.

"Did you just see it?"

"What?"

"Malfoy was nice with Hermione!"

"And? It is not the first time!"

"That is not normal, Harry!"

"For Godric Gryffindor's sake, Ronald! We have other priorities now!"

Quickly, Hermione finds the solution.

"I got it! Oh lord, it's a Confessional Tornado!"

"A what?" asks George.

"According to the book, this spell creates that entangles two people and compels them to tell the truth. It lets them free only if they do so!" explains Malfoy.

"Well, that's a complicated situation!"

Coming closer to the tornado, Draco yells to the teachers.

"Professor Lupin, Mrs. (Y/N), you are in a Confessional Tornado! You must tell the truth, or you won't get out!"

"WHAT?"

"That's true! We checked it! Please, tell the truth!"

"The truth? About what?" asks Remus.

Sighing, the Slytherin shouts:

"Sir, tell her everything. Say how much she means to you... Just say what you are truly feeling about her!"

Slightly biting his lip, the young man carries on:

"You are a brave man, Mister Lupin. You can tell her the truth... so perhaps, it would help me to confess to the girl I love what I've dreamed of saying to her! How incredible, smart, lovely, and beautiful she is to me!"

"Who is he talking about?" asks Hermione.

"I don't know... but I pity for her!" sneers Ron.

Gathering his courage, Remus looks at (Y/N) and manages to say through the storm:

"Draco is right (Y/N). I should have told you the truth a long time ago..."

"What?"

"You are the most amazing witch I've ever met. Since the first day, I knew that... I fell in love with you."

Saying that (Y/N) is shocked is an understatement. All this time, she hoped to hear Remus saying those words... 

"Why?" she mutters.

"There are so many reasons why I love you, but I would waste your time. The main thing I would say is... If it takes me all this time to confess, it's because I'm scared... of me! You're aware of my second nature, and I would not be able to forgive myself if I hurt you!"

She smiles.

"Do you think I would turn around and walk away because of that? Remus, your lycanthropy is a part of you. But does it makes you a monster? No. You try your best to protect those around you from this curse. Every day, I see you with our colleagues or students. I only see a kind, compassionate, encouraging, brave, protective, and wise man who never gives up on someone else. This is the man I fell in love with since our first meeting. This is the man I want to spend my life with... If you would give me this chance!"

Suddenly, he takes her small hand and holds it tenderly.

"You don't have to ask: you are already in my existence!"

Moved by this answer, (Y/N) brightly smiles before she cups his face between her hands and kisses him. Taken aback by this sudden gesture, the man kisses her back under the cheers of the students and teachers.

"See, Minerva, he found the courage!" says Dumbledore, chuckling.

"They must be so relieved!" smiles McGonagall.

Meanwhile, the Weasley twins let out a sigh of relief.

"At least, it was not as disastrous as I thought!"

"Yeah. Mission accomplished, bro... And I can say that it helps someone else!"

They both look at Drago and Hermione, who are holding hands and speaking softly. 

"Man, I think we have created another power couple in Hogwarts!"

"Should we tell Ron about this?"

They look at each other with a mischievous smile.

"NAH! NOT NOW!" they laugh.

"Instead, let's enjoy our success!"

At the same moment, Remus and (Y/N) are enjoying the moment as they start a new step in their lives. A new life together. And to think that all begins when two prankish brothers start a tornado... After all, love is like a tornado: it arrives unexpectedly and sweeps you off your feet...

Thanks for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it! 💜💜💜💜💜💜

[agentsix606]

Echoes - Chapter 1: Slade’s Return

Damian's arm shook as he tried to hold up his katana if only he had maneuvered his landing so he wouldn't dislocate his shoulder. Rookie mistake, had he still been with the League, he would've paid for that dearly.

He snatched his sword with his other arm, hoping that his broken wrist would handle the weight of the blade. It could not.

He felt utterly useless watching Raven try and spell Deathstroke away. His attack had been devastating on the Titans. To his right, Beast Boy, Blue Beetle, and Starfire attempted to fight a controlled Terra Markov. Apparently, Deathstroke had survived the demolition of Brother Blood's cave. Terra had not. He used a Lazarus pit on her and warped her mind to make the Titans seem like villains.

Nightwing was in worse shape than the Robin himself. He had protected Damian and subdued horrible injuries when Terra hurled a boulder at the teens. He didn't have time to focus on that though, he had to help Raven, who visibly struggled against the assassin. Tt, of course, Slade had read up even more on Raven's powers.

She had a stream of red dripping from her nose, an indication of exhaustion. She was bound to be low on stamina. Damian slammed his shoulder into the pillar beside him, relocating his shoulder. He was an Al Ghul, for fucks sakes, he could handle this fight with these injuries. He picked up his katana again, the pain shot straight to his shoulder, but he ignored it. His only focus had been Raven, who was nowhere to be seen. 'Wait- where did she go?' he asked himself silently.

She had been fighting Slade- where did Slade go?

His questions had been answered a milli-second later when Raven went flying into him. It was not a fun experience. She quickly pulled herself up as best as she could.

Slade laughed loudly, pointing his katana at the teens, "Teen Titans? More like Babies in costumes club!" he took a few steps forward, "Well, you might not be bringing me my pipe, but I got your old teammate for that, besides you two are pains in my ass." He brought the sword down on Damian's cheek; a small cut stung his face, "too bad you two never got together, you would've been cute, and it would make killing you a little more satisfying."

Raven hurriedly moved her hand towards his shoulder, healing the joint as best as she could.

"Who should I kill first?" he waved his sword between the two, "Al Ghul?" he pointed it at Robin, "Or witch?" he brought it to Raven's chin, lifting it. Her lip trembled, and hands shook. He laughed, "oh, look at you, standing there, shaking like a scared little girl!"

"I am afraid," she admitted, stepping forward and pushing the blade closer to her throat, "but I'm still standing here, and I will protect my family, no matter how afraid I am."

"Oooo, watch out guys, we have a badass over here!" Slade taunted, "You really think you can protect him? In two weeks, he'll turn his back on you, and you'll have saved him for nothing!"

"That's his decision, not mine. I choose to call him my family, and we protect our family! You can cut me down, but I'll come back stronger." She smirked, "and I will show no mercy, should you hurt my family ever again." She growled, her skin starting to turn red.

"I accept your challenge, demon." He placed his blade horizontally on her neck, threatening to slice.

She reached forward, grasping the sword, and crushing it with a quick "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"

"Impressive, little birdy!" he reached for three throwing stars and rested them in between his fingers.

"Heads up!" he threw them at the young girl, hoping to distract her enough to attack Damian from behind her, only she put up a barrier surrounding her and Damian. "Not bad, Kid! Perhaps I should keep you alive." he walked around her shield, tilting his head to the side, "If only just to have some fun, you are a magnificent creature."

Raven, angered, expanded her forcefield, letting its edges lash against Deathstroke. Her eyes turned to fire, and another pair appeared above her eyebrows. "I will kill you, scum!" a demonic tone overpowered her strong voice. A stream of black magic flew towards the assassin, catching him off guard, cuts appearing all over her body.

Damian was proud of the work she had done.

The demoness sent a hand filled with dark magic at Slade, crushing him.

"Raven!" Damian yelled, "Stop! You're going to kill him!" although he wished Slade dead in the worst way possible, he didn't want that burden on Raven's shoulders.

"Stupid boy, my daughter may hold feelings for you, but should you try and stop me, I will kill you without a second thought." Trigon sneered, crushing Slade with his spell. Damian picked up his sword and moved to the side, hoping to find a way to will Raven back.

"Raven, you have to fight him!"

"Enough boy!" the demon spat, grasping Damian with his other hand, squeezing.

"Please, Raven, you can do this! Your family believes in you!" he wheezed, the hand crushing him.

"You cannot fight me, daughter! I will-" the demon stopped mid sentence before howling in pain. "-I will kill the boy if you do not stop, child!"

"I won't let you!" Raven's voice screamed, clutching her head and letting both assassins go. She fell to her knees, gasping for air as she fought her father for control. Damian, concerned, tried to get closer to her. However, Deathstroke had recovered quickly and ran towards the girl, katana in hand.

Grasping his sword with all of the strength he had left, Damian sprinted to Raven and blocked Deathstroke's attack with a swift upstroke.

Using his right leg, he kicked Deathstroke's hip, causing the assassin to stumble backwards slightly and drop his left arm. His right arm now holding the weight of the sword. Damian lifted his sword up, forcing Deathstroke's sword away from Raven, before turning around and slicing into his chest. Now in a crouching position, Damian slid on his left knee, using his right to trip Deathstroke after spinning around behind him. Now facing Raven, he dragged his sword towards his opponent and placed its blade against his throat.

"Tt, I guess you're the one who dies today." He swung his sword along his throat and watched as he bled out. Breathing out heavily, the boy ran towards Raven, who was staring at the body in shock. "Raven, are you alright?"

Breathing quickly, she looked up at him with wide eyes, "I'm so sorry," she whispered, "He hurt you." She reached out to touch his cheek.

"I'm alright Raven, just catch your breath." He placed his hand on her shoulder and sat beside her, exhaustion filling his body.

"Terra is down, Beast Boy and Blue Beetle are recovering, Deathstroke?" Starfire asked, flying over to the pair.

"Dead," Damian announced.

"Oh." She whispered in shock, "Dick?"

"Alive but injured," Raven whispered. Her hands were shaking violently, her voice wavered as she tried to heal Damian.

"Raven, you must conserve your energy! you are also hurt."

"I gave you these wounds. I should heal them," Raven muttered, a black mist circling Damian's body.

"No, you will rest, and my wounds will heal eventually." He threw her arm around his shoulder, helping her get up. "Do you need help to get to the Med Bay, or will be alright?"

"I'll be fine, Damian." Raven sighed, clutching her head and limping towards the hallway.

Sighing, Damian limped towards his brother, whom Starfire was crouched beside.

"What'd I miss?"

"Terra's back and Slade is dead. I killed him, Grayson."

The adult's eyes widened, "Dami, I thought we had this figured out we don't kill!"

"He deserved it! He would have stopped at nothing to kill Raven and me. He almost did." Damian winced, his wrist twisting uncomfortably, "I had no choice." The teen looked down at his feet, feeling slightly ashamed.

Dick softened his gaze, pinching his nose. He sighed, "we'll talk about this later, right now, we all need to rest and heal."

"Yes, everyone, let's head to the Med Bay! We need to make sure no one is too horribly injured then you're all off for the night!" Kori ordered. "Where's Raven?"

"Heading to the Med Bay," Damian answered.

"Great! Let us all head there!"

"Tt, I'm fine," Damian grumbled.

"Try that again, and I'll get Alfred to sedate you." Dick retorted, pointing his finger at Damian.

Growling under his breath, Damian walked with Dick, Kori, Jaime and Gar, who had been carrying an unconscious Terra towards the Med Bay.

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I Won’t Say: Chapter Nine

-Last Words-

Summary: Ellaria Stark is the daughter of a king. When she is unwittingly betrothed to the King of a neighboring city, she isn’t sure how to feel. More importantly, she isn’t sure how the King will feel if he finds out the truth about her.

Pairing: James Barnes x OFC, Ellaria Stark. (Stark!Reader.)

Warnings: Royal!AU, ANGST, violence, mentions of death and murder, revenge, blood, description of crimes.

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long! I needed to feel right, and then I had life get in the way and nothing was sparking. BUT ITS HERE AND ITS A ROLLERCOASTER GUYS, GET READY.

Hours.

You had been kidnapped, exploited, and locked in a dark cell for hours. You’d stopped crying now, simply because your tears had run dry.

This is how your story was going to end; locked in a dungeon in a place you didn’t even know existed. All because of your blasted heart and your inability to ever say ‘no.’

You’d never see your parents, Morgan, Wanda, Natasha, or Steve...

or James again.

What a bitter tale this would be. To have been so close to the thing you desired most, only to have it all ripped from you in moments. James Barnes had your heart in his hands, and destroyed it in front of you.

Yet, you know in the deepest depths of your soul, your heart belongs to him still. God, you hope to make it out of here alive. You want to tell him he was wrong, and you were set up. That you could never do what he accused you of.

A silent wish crossed your lips, praying he already knew.

Your melancholy was interrupted by another bang, only this time it came from outside your window.

The glass was filthy and covered in soot, but you saw the troops loading trailers with supplies. Hundreds of men, all under Rumlow’s control. Surely they were under some kind of sp—

The thought hit you like runaway carriage.

A spell. Magic. Wanda’s Magic...

Wanda had once told you she could feel you. You knew she could read your thoughts, but she also knew when you were feeling sad or happy—or scared.

You climbed down from your perch near the window and center yourself in the room.

With closed eyes, you willed your mind to find hers. Searching within your soul to connect with Wanda and only Wanda.

My sweet friend, I need you. If you can hear me, the people of Buchanan need help, they are not safe. Rumlow will take the city when the King is gone. Wanda, you’re my only hope.  Please, keep Morgan safe, but help the people if you can. My hope is lost.

“Stay on high alert, men!” Samuel shouted.

James kept lead of the soldiers, Samuel and Steve respectively to his left and right.

“We’ll find her, Buck.” Steve said lowly.

James only nodded. Fearful that if he spoke, nothing could stop the worry leaching into his words.

Your life was at stake, and it was all because of him. He’d been so blinded by grief and deceit, and now everything is crumbling around him.

“Shieldian is a fortress, your Highness. Are you certain we should have left half of our men behind?” Sam asked.

James nodded. “If Rumlow is planning what I think he’s planning, he will try to take the city in my leave. We need troops there on the ground in case of an attack, he probably has men awaiting word outside of our walls.”

“And Stark?”

Bucky chuckled slightly, “Tony may be decades my senior, but he’s always loved a good fight.”

Steve spoke next. “This is a long way to go for revenge. This was so thought out—meticulous. How long had Rumlow been planning this?”

James’ horse settled into a steady trot. “My Father killed his years ago, before I was even born. I imagine he’s heard the tales his whole life. Revenge could be second nature for someone like that.”

“Someone like that?” Steve questioned.

James nodded. “Hydralia was a cruel and unforgiving kingdom. That’s what Rumlow was raised on—hatred. His Father, their last king, was a rapist, a murderer, a thief. My father sought to put an end to it, but rather than surrender his crown, King Rumlow subjected his people to the horror and desolation of war.”

The King took a sip of his canteen and continued, “That’s why he wants me dead. An eye for an eye, he wants to erase Buchanan the way—“

In a moment of realization, he paused. “...the way we erased Hydralia...”

“Buck? What—“ Steve started.

“She’s not in Shieldian, she’s in Hydralia.” James says frantically. “He’s holding her where this all started. Ellaria is with him, she has to be, he knows she’s the only person I’d leave the city for.” James was certain.

A crinkle of parchment unfurling grabbed his attention. Sam rode closer to James an shared his map.

“Hydralia was said to be just around the Brucklin Pass,” He pointed to the small notch. “It’s not on any of our current maps because, well...we didn’t think it existed.” Samual remarked.

“You’re right, Sam. My Father kept all the maps for the last 300 years of the realm’s existence, I’ve seen it on nearly all of them. That’s where it is, that’s where we’ll find him.”

Bucky reigned his horse towards his troops, and they halted.

“Men!” He shouted, reaching the very back of the Caravan.

“What I ask of you this evening is no easy task. There will be violence and murder and bloodshed, but I will be there, along side you. Fighting for peace and for Buchanan’s future!”

The men cheered for their King.

“Rumlow, however, is mine. He’s taken something—someone which my soul cannot bear to lose. If you see the Princess, save her by any means necessary, and bring the coward to me.”

Ropes and metal dug into your wrists.

“Now, now, Princess. Don’t fight it, it will only make things worse.”

Rumlow had two men drag you from your cell, and chain you to a wooden slab. Your wrist and ankles were bound by thick rope.

“You’re wasting your time! He won’t come for me!” You shout, fighting back tears.

Rumlow chuckles darkly, before grabbing a candle from the sconce on the wall. “I sure hope he does,”

You watch as he walks around you, to a make-shift stone pyre. Without hesitation, he tosses the flame into the dark abyss and it ignites; fire raging from the pit. “Or you’re going to be very sorry.”

A sob escaped you as you watch the flames grow. The heat radiating from it is already far too warm for your liking. “Please. I am of no value to you! My death will bring you nothing.”

He charged you, pulling your hair back and stretching you further, the chains digging into your skin. “Your death will being me Barnes!” He screams.

“I will slay that bastard where he stands and avenge my Father! You think I was satisfied gutting his like a pig? Slitting his mother throat until she ran dry? No. I want every scrap of hope and happiness he has. I want him begging for death, craving it.”

Tears are burning your skin, this is the evil you’d been sheltered from you whole life. You’d known bad people existed, but never had you imagined they’d be this depraved.

“Barnes will fall on my sword willingly once he see’s what I’ve done to you.”

The sounding of a horn draws his attention. Clanking metal can be heard outside the broken glass windows in the room.

“Buchanan troops spotted at the Brucklin Pass! Men take your posts!” Someone in command shouts. You heard the panic and hurried stampede of soldiers rushing to defend themselves.

Rumlow lets out a growl as he brings his lips to your ear, whispering wickedly. “He better be here, Princess. Or your death will come much quicker than intended.”

With a quivering lip, you stay silent. Praying James is anywhere but Hydralia.

“Lead them directly through the city, no hiding, no stopping. I want every weakness of Rumlow’s exposed.” James whispered to his friend.

Steve nodded. “Are you sure about this Buck? If something happens to you, Rumlow won’t hesitate to take Buchanan. You shouldn’t be going alone.”

James secures his sword to his side, as well as his dagger for good measure. “If Rumlow sees me, Ellaria’s life is in greater danger. He’ll have no more use for her, Steve. I can’t let that happen.”

He nods, “As you wish. Stay hidden, your highness. Find Ellaria and bring her home.”

With that, they part. James seeking out the darkest alleys and river ways that weave throughout the streets.

Where would he take her? Think James, think!

The city is dark, barely any fires to be found. James thought that odd considering the time of year.

The sound of marching-in-time draws his attention around a corner. He spots what can only be described as makeshift soldiers marching towards the front of the gate.

They’ve been spotted. He thinks to himself.

“Buchanan troops have entered the city!” He hears someone shout.

More running, only this time it’s too close for the King’s comfort. James peeks down the alley and finds a dozen men heading his way.

Using the cover of darkness, he runs and rolls himself down onto the bed of the river, and hides amongst the logs and weeds.

“Where is Lord Rumlow?” One of them asks.

“With the girl. You think he’d actually come fight with us? Side by side?” Another sneered.

Disloyalty breeds disloyalty.

When the coast clears and James is sure the troops have gone, he searches, focusing on each rundown or ruined building he can see. Then, as if by fate itself, he see one in the distance, smoke rising from the roof. The only one with a fire burning as far as the eye can see...

“He’s not with them, Sir.” A soldier nervously tells Rumlow.

He reached for the boy, and shakes him by his armor. “What do you mean he’s not fucking with them?!” Rumlow shouts in his face.

The boy stutters, “H-He must have s-stayed behind, my Lord! The only ones fighting alongside the troops are Rogers and Wilson!”

He knows everything. Even the names of his most trusted friends.

The timid guard was thrown from Rumlow’s hands, “Have our troops reached Buchanan?” He asked.

“Yes, sir. They’re awaiting your orders. We have a hawk at the ready to carry your command.”

Rumlow paused for a moment, before looking you in the eyes. “Send word. Burn it to the ground. No survivors.”

“No!” You shout.

Even the young soldier seems hesitant to obey. His eyes flitting between you and the mad man standing above you.

“Go boy! Now!” Rumlow shouted. The soldier turns, scrambling out of the room.

“I warned you, Princess.” You watch as Rumlow reaches into his belt, pulling out a dagger. “You’ve proven yourself to be just what you say—useless.”

He walks to you, cutting the ropes at your ankles and wrists, undoing the chains as well. For a moment, you have hope. Maybe he’d let you go, since you’ve shown what you’re worth.

In a flash, you’re thrown to the cold stone floor, hitting it with a slap. Rumlow brandishes his knife, as he circles you like prey.

“Do you think Barnes found out the truth? The jewel of the Iron Kingdom is really the daughter of a servant, too weak and careless to even survive giving birth to you. Is that why he won’t come? Doesn’t want to get his hand any dirtier than he already has?”

You scoot back against the wall, the cold of it contrasting with the blazing fire before you. “Maybe killing you won’t do me any good. I’d probably be doing him a favor.”

The explosion of wood splintering throughout the room makes you screech.

Rumlow turns on his heel, and you shield your eyes. Unsure if what or who is here now will be friend or foe.

“Barnes.” Rumlow seethes.

In an instant, your hands fall from your eyes.

James is there, filth covered and in his battle clothes.

“Enough, Rumlow. End this now.”

He laughs, “Why? We’re just getting started. I have you whore, doesn’t she look well?”

James looks at you, a softness in his eyes you’d nearly forgotten about. “I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“Look to me, Barnes. I’m in control here, you’re in my kingdom.”

“Is that what this is about? You want power? Glory? This is no way to get it!” James shouts.

Rumlow bent down, grabbing your arm with great force, and pulling you to your feet roughly. “Power?” He shook you, causing James to step forward. “This is power, Barnes!”

James stepped again, and Rumlow pointed his blade at him. “What I want is revenge.”

He pulls his blade back, holding the razor sharp edge of the dagger at your throat. “I want you to lose everything.”

“Don’t!” James shouts.

Rumlow’s putrid breath is in your ear as he begins to move the blade, stroking it over the soft skin below your jaw.

“Does it scare you, Barnes?” He seethed. You wimpier under his touch, far too frightened to actually move or speak.

He plants a disgusting kiss on your cheek, and you see James begin to tremble; not with fear, but rage.

“To be so helpless...weak. To have what you love most in front of you, and not get to choose if they live or die?”

“Leave her be, she’s nothing to do with this.” James croaked.

“No, she doesn’t. After all, what good is the daughter of a servant?”

You feel your heart plummet to the depths of your gut. This is it, surely not even James would want you now.

“Did you hear what I said Barnes? Your whore is the daughter of someone who cleaned up shit for a living. How does that feel? Knowing what she’s worth?”

Rumlow’s grasp on your hair grew tighter, keeping your neck exposed.

“I know her worth, Rumlow...” James spoke, reaching slowly for the hilt of his sword.

“She’s priceless.”

Before Rumlow could respond, James twisted his sword upward, slicing through the meat of his hand. He screamed, dropping both you and the dagger.

You scrambled to your knees as you watched the two men brawl. Rumlow wasn’t nearly as skilled as James was with a blade, in fact when he drew his, he nearly dropped it.

“Ellaria, run!” James shouts as their swords clash.

Your instincts tell you to listen, to get away, far away. Yet you don’t move, you’re frozen in place.

I can’t leave you. Not again.

Rumlow uses the distraction to his advantage, causing the King’s sword to fall. He kicks James’ chest in, and his knees buckle from the blow.

“You can fight, I’ll give you that.” Rumlow coughs, wiping blood from his lip.

He grabs James’ collar, and brings him toward the still roaring fire. “You’ll burn, just like Buchanan.”

The King is fighting, with everything he has, but Rumlow is stronger. He drags James’ body to the pit, holding his face above the flames. “Any last words?”

A brief pause, and he looks to you. “I love you.”

Then, using Rumlow’s momentum against him, James kicks off the stone side of the pyre, flipping himself behind his assailant.

He slams his boot behind Rumlow’s knee, and he collapses. In seconds, James has two hands near his neck. He jerks them suddenly, and Rumlow falls to the floor with a low crack.

You’re not sure what happens next, but the last thing are his cerulean eyes fading into blackness.

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