#so my heart is pounding and my chest is tight bc ::sickness:: not bc my lingering mini conviction that I’m psychic

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[wqnwoos]

dating seventeen (maknae line ver.)

maknae line (97s & 98s & dino) x reader / once again not proofread and written by extremely sleep-deprive hana

hyung line ver.

dk

you know how he’s always smiling while he sings. yeah i bet he does that while he kisses u too

(he has the most gorgeous smile ever i’m so sick)

sings you to sleep whenever u need him to, no questions asked (whEN is it my turn i’m so serious)

probably yelps if your feet are cold and they brush against his under the duvet 😭

also i’m afraid that you have to remove all of the bugs and spiders. he is not going near those things.

arm around your waist type of guy

another one who laughs extra hard at your jokes bc he thinks u are the most awesome thing to walk planet earth

(no because fr he’s obsessed with you)

randomly dances for you in the kitchen.

“hey babe watch this!!” and it’s a series of complicated glamorous moves that ur pretty sure come from three different blackpink choreographies (SLAYYY)

mingyu

clingy babie and ur going to love it

BACK HUGGER

is just always ready to wrap his arms around you from behind and put his head on your shoulder/on top of your head

and probably sways you guys side to side while giggling too :(

opens things for you (like pickle jars and crisp packets) and probably smirks while he does it

idk how to explain it but he has very expressive eyes?? like you can always see that Fond expression in them whenever he’s looking at things he loves

so when it comes to you it’s like that expression x4748288348

even if you’re teasing him he’s just looking at you with an fondly exasperated smile

also if he gets jealous he’s extra clingy :(

feel like he’s the type to try and surprise you with things (gifts or dates or cakes or something) and immediately go and spoil the surprise himself 😭

he’d be so upset about it until you convince him it doesn’t matter!!!!

also whenever you get extra dressed up for events or fancy dates or something he literally can’t stop staring,,,, like his jaw is on the floor

the8

listen to me !!! he is also such a menace, like another one who is constantly teasing you (but in a different way)

also just finds you adorable constsntly

whenever you do something he finds cute he just starts smiling at you and pinching your cheeks or ticking your chin (like he did to dk in the finding hoshi gose ep 😭)

meditation together !!! tea together !!!!!!

knows all the types you like and don’t like — probably makes you the perfect cup whenever you can’t sleep

you don’t even have to ask he just appears with it like your own little tea fairy or something

gives such good advice it’s almost annoying,, like why do you have the wisdom of a 647 year old wizard 🤨

stops you from buying overpriced things you don’t need so that you can be sensible with your money but then also buys them for you for your birthday

texts you pictures of things all the time — especially the sky and nature and stuff

would secretly love it if you have him as your phone background. sends you exclusive pictures just for that purpose

seungkwan

KARAOKE COMPETITIONS

and it gets competitive

he doesn’t care whether or not you can sing. you’re on the damn mic with him.

or if you really really don’t want to he will exclusively serenade you with heart-wrenching love songs instead

dramatic gestures like pounding his chest or falling to his knees while he does it 😭

also he scolds you if you aren’t taking care of yourself

like he’ll give you his jacket if you’re cold, but while he’s doing that he’s ALSO going to lecture you for not bringing your own

randomly just flings himself on you and hugs you really tight

especially after you guys have reconciled from an argument :( like he just wants to Hold You

randomly produces skits when you guys are just chilling at home and demands you take part

like you must be part of the joke he is going to direct you like it’s a movie

rests his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder. has fallen asleep there more than once

gets SOOO offended if you call him bro. he whines about it. demands an apology. it is a serious matter !!!

vernon

complete opposite of seungkwan — he calls you bro

im so sorry. it’s just the truth. you are his bro. also the love of his life, but you’re still his bro.

at first you were like “????” but honestly now you’re just used to it — you call him bro back

he does also call you baby so… there’s a compromise?

watches cute cat videos with you when you’re resting your head on his chest <3

sends you memes all the time, that is his primary form of communication

lowkey gets flustered if you kiss him on the cheek or forehead or anything

grimaces every time you use a cheesy line on him 😭

or just keeps his face entirely blank in an attempt to let you rethink your decisions

cuddly when he sleeps — has an arm around your waist, his face pressed into your neck (FHEJRJSHDJE)

has never admitted it but likes it when you lie down in his lap and just talk to him about absolutely anything

the BEST listener fr 😭 like no matter what you want to talk about he will listen and engage <3

and if you want to rant he will listen to it ALLLL and make all the right comments to help you calm down

sends you music recs all the time. u guys probably have a shared playlist and everything 😞

dino

omg. type to touch his fingers to wherever you kissed him with a slightly dazed smile on his face

leans into you whenever he laughs and it’s just so contagious that you can’t help laughing too

teaches you choreo and giggles a bit when you get confused

is soooo proud once you get the steps down tho <3

i feel like he takes a lot of pictures of you both together. prob keeps them all in an album named something like “my love” (WHY do i not have a lee chan. WHY.)

always wants to hear your in depth thoughts on each seventeen comeback (he wants you to compliment him and you WILL oblige)

gets equally flustered and delighted every time you compliment him :(

when he wants attention he will find you and bug you until you supply

(obv not if you’re doing something important but if you’re reading a book, he will just plop himself on top of you and whine)

also feel like he goes all out for your birthday and anniversaries and stuff, totally spoils you :(

AND writes you love letters for those special days too (I AM SO SAD)

if he wants kisses he will just tap where he wants them and be like “kiss”

but if you want kisses he’s going to tease you a bit before he gives them 😭

an / publishing my incoherent delusional rambles about the hyung line seemed to actually be enjoyable so i bestow upon you lovely people — the maknae line version!! i hope you enjoy <3 (and yes this is once again a compilation of thoughts i have when sleep deprived. i’m sorry.)

[callsignfangs]

I know you have something to say about Farah.

Do it.

You know you want to. 😊😉

You lot know me so well 💔💔

Giggles but actually, I’m sorry for randomly vanishing, long story short ive been dealing w some personal stuff and been hesitant to start posting again bc it might be a bit on n off lol. But most things have chilled out a little bit, so i might dip my head back into writing 😇

Also, bc of my amazing luck, I literally got sick, like, today. Sooo, have my fever-induced Farah rambles 😻 Brought to you by. Idk probably the flu or something 💪

Note: the fact i managed to dump this all out in one session before napping is a lil funny ngl 😇

Double note: I acc had a different plan for this, but the sickness has unfortunately taken me, and I’m just going with the flow atp 😇 prepare for more of my Farah braindumps after i’m mildly more alive 😚

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Farah & Sick!reader drabble 😚

(Tws: vague sickness, fever 👍)

Lets start this off with the simple fact that- she’s the queen of home remedies. You could pick up some degenerative alien disease from a far off solar system, and she probably has something for it. Mot to mention that she’s pretty good at making said remedies notably more appealing, which definitely doesn’t hurt. Sure, she won’t shy away from medicating you, more than prepared to deal with your slightly high shenanigans, but it’s definitely nice to not be drugged up instantly.

She’s also absolutely attached to you at the hip. It’s like she’s given herself the job of your personal nurse, or something. Of course, she’s doing what’s best for you, but she folds just a little at the sight of your soft, weepy eyes.

Admittedly, she’s not the best cook on the planet. She has more important responsibilities than learning to cook. However, for you? She digs up every family recipe she could find, probably digging up an old scrapbook or two of her grandparent’s meanwhile. She’s determined to shower you in gourmet-level food as much as humanly possible, even if that means constantly ducking out of the kitchen to check on you, cuddled up on the couch.

Speaking of cuddles, she’s an absolute cuddle monster. The second you’ll let her, she’s buried alongside you, her gentle warmth dissolving into tour achy muscles, your pounding head showered in soft little kisses - even a couple on the lips, if she can sneak them, because, no, love, she doesn’t care about getting sick, she’ll live.

And, of course, she’ll insist on a nice bath with you, seeing as she just wants to see you better, sweetheart. Her getting to snuggle up with you in the tub is definitely just a happy coincidence.

Bathing with Farah is absolutely heavenly. She fills up the tub herself, happily murmuring pleasant little anecdotes and warm comforts into your ears as lukewarm water splashes around behind you. Gently helping you out of your pyjamas (well, her pyjamas, that were practically yours at this point), she dips her foot into the water, feeling the coolish liquid cover her feet. She slowly eases you in, a slight guilt pooling in her heart as you whine about just how cold the water felt. She keeps you buried in her arms throughout, kissing your cheeks and praising you sweetly, even letting you tuck your face against her shoulder.

Once you’re actually in, the bath is a near-perfect affair. Farah keeps you against her chest the entire time, happily kneading at your pained muscles, letting the water wash away the sweat staining your skin. She guides you down softly, supporting your neck with a gentle, rough hand as she dips your hair into the water, letting it wash away the tightness behind your eyes as best it could, easily tasking herself with washing your hair. It’s like she turns into your personal masseuse, looping a leg around your hips to keep you safely tucked against her, stroking delicately through the soft strands of your hair, loving hands brushing against their perfect spot on your scalp, leaving your muscles at a similar consistency to the water you were surrounded by.

She takes to washing your hair easily, lathering each product in her hands and warmly rubbing them in, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead between each one (her face occasionally scrunches as the misplaced product stains her mouth, but it’s worth it to see the little contented smile against your lips).

Thankfully, she doesn’t shy away from care elsewhere, either. She easily lathers each skincare product against your prone form, adjusting you gently against her arms to completely cover every inch of your sweet, delicate skin. Of course, each touch is punctuated with a little massage, hoping to soothe each and every inch of your sickly form, along with her fair share of kisses.

Unsurprisingly, getting out of the tub felt like hell. Sure, the water was mildly cold, but you’d adjusted to it, at this point, lazing easily against Farah’s warmth like a cat in the sun. You definitely felt like a wet cat as she eased you up, shivers immediately picking up the second your skin was exposed to the icy-seeming air. A snug, fluffy towel was wrapped around you almost immediately, with Farah swiftly reaching out to crank the heating up - just enough to keep the temperature difference from making your sickness worse.

Farah was quick to herd you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and exchanging the, now damp, towel for a cosy robe she’d bought a while ago, surprisingly still unused.

And, before you could even consider protesting, she was crouched between your legs, gently towelling down the damp skin. She slowly made her way up, from your feet all the way up to your hair, occasionally popping to and from the bathroom, finishing off your skin and hair care.

By the time she’d finished, you were cuddled up in another - notably lighter - pair of her pyjamas, buried safely on her side of the bed, her honeyed scent filling your senses. Your head was pillowed against her chest, eyes trained vaguely before you as she flicked through her movie catalogue, looking for something peaceful yet entertaining.

Eventually, after her careful deliberation, she decides on some lighthearted romcom. It doesn’t particularly matter at this point, though, seeing as you’d conked out before the opening credits had even begun, your soft, purring snores filling the room and bringing a loving smile to her face. Looking after you so delicately had been amazing, but she was absolutely relieved you were finally getting the sleep your body so desperately needed.

Sighing happily, she lays the two of you down, snuggling beneath the covers and kissing you goodnight, easily falling into slumber in her favourite place - cuddled up beside you.

[buckys-forgotten-plum]

Hold Me Tighter ||3||

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Peter and reader have a talk and Bucky overhears. 

Warnings: Swearing I think? A big of angst, fluff, Buck jumping to conclusions bc he’s a soft dummie...

A/N: Hej hej friends, it’s been a bit since i’ve posted something. My life has been wild and though i’ve been working on various things I have yet to complete said various things. Hopefully posting this gets me back into the groove. Please enjoy and give me feedback as its very much appreciated!! <3

Part ||1||   Part ||2||

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“Do you have an ace?” 

“Nope, go fish,” 

“Do you have a crush on Bucky?” 

You almost drop your hand full of cards on the ground as the words leave the man's mouth. 

“Wha-Peter!” 

“What? It kinda looks obvious, on both sides, but it’s like you guys or holding back or something,” Peter shrugs nonchalantly as he plucks a card from the deck before laying down another set of matches. 

You pout, “Why are you so good at this game?” 

“Answer my question first,” He laughs lightly while playfully nudging your shoulder with his fist. 

You and Peter had been the ones left at the tower while the team was on their latest mission. You felt grateful for the company, or at least you did before he started asking questions while he taught you how to play various card games. The pair of you sat facing each other, legs crossed and knees almost touching as the deck of cards sat in the middle. 

“I dunno… Maybe?” You could feel the fire in your cheeks and ears as you answered, forgetting to ask if Pete had a card and taking straight from the deck instead. 

Peter smiled widely and set down the few cards he still had, putting his full attention on you, “That’s great, Y/n! I think he likes you too! Why haven’t you guys gotten together yet? You spend like every day with each other when Bucky isn’t on a mission. He even cooks for you all the time and I’ve never seen him do that with anyone-” 

“Peter, it's not like that. I’m pretty sure he just thinks of me as like… A charity case or something. He’s helped me a lot since I’ve gotten here but it was solely because he felt obligated too. Kind of like when you find a puppy on the street,” You set your cards down to the side as well, using your free hands to nervously tangle your fingers together. 

“That's ridiculous! Y/n he calls you pet names all the time, he carries you around, I even saw him kiss your cheek before he left!” Peter points an accusatory finger at you. 

Your eyes widen in shock and you stutter before responding, “Why are you paying so much attention to us? It’s weird how much you notice...And besides, lately he hasn’t really been the same. He tells me that he’s always busy with training or meetings or something, and I get that it happens, especially with what you guys do! But it just feels like he’s been avoiding me lately,” 

“The whole team has noticed! You guys have done almost everything but make it official,” The man sighs exasperatedly before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours, a silly habit the two of you developed for serious conversations, making you giggle a bit before pushing back, “You should talk with him about it dude,”

You keep your forehead pressed against Pete's, sighing quietly before responding, “I just think… If he doesn’t feel the same way, then everything is going to change. He won’t want to spend time with me anymore, or talk to me, he won’t wanna watch movies with me… He just- he won’t be able to think of me as more than just the silly mutant that’s been obsessed with him for as long as she’s known him,” Your face had scrunched up into a scowl as you thought about what life would be like without Bucky by your side. 

“Hey, hey, hey! He won’t do that, I promise. Bucky isn’t like that, he’d never just start to ignore you or think of you as some obsessed girl. It’s obvious he cares about you a lot, and I think it would be good for both of you to talk about it,” 

“I wouldn’t even know where to start-”

“Start with how you feel, put it all out in the open,” Pete says confidently.

“That’s crazy!”

“How is it crazy?” 

“I can’t just go up to him and say, ‘Hey I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve been deeply enthralled and have wanted to be with you since the first time we met!’” 

Peter was about to respond, but a deep voice interrupted, “Y/n?”

You and Pete pull your heads apart and gape at the tall brunette standing in the doorway, his eyebrows pulled together in a frown and his eyes full of confusion. “Bucky I-” 

He puts a hand up before you can continue, “I um-I gotta go shower. Sorry I interrupted you guys,” 

You sat frozen on the floor as Bucky quickly made his exit, Peter switching his gaze between you and the now empty doorway. “Oh my god-” he muttered in absolute bewilderment.

“Wh-what just happened? What should I do? Oh my god he hates me! He’ll never speak to me again-” 

“No! No, no, no it’s fine! Just a misunderstanding! You need to go after him and clear it up,” Peter tells you, hurriedly standing up before grabbing your hands and helping you stand. “You need to tell him everything Y/n. *Everything.*” 

You nod your head in agreement, starting for the doorway, “Thanks pete, I’ll see you later,” 

Peter’s response doesn’t quite register as you quickly walk down the maze of hallways, trying to find the fastest possible route to Bucky’s room. Your heart felt like it was pounding hard enough to escape your chest. 

You let out a yelp as you suddenly hit a wall, “Oh hey kid, you seen Barnes yet? He was lookin for ya,” Tony’s hands are on each of your arms to steady you as he begins to ask how your week with Peter went. 

You can’t focus on any of his questions, solely focused on fixing the mess you had made. 

“Kid? You okay?” Tony steps closer to you, his overbearing father coming out as he reaches up to check your temperature, “hmm maybe we should get you to med, you feel a little hot,” 

“Tony I’m fine-” You try and back out of his grasp but he holds onto you firmly. 

“Hey if you’re gettin’ a fever we want to catch it quick-” 

“I don’t have a fever, please-” 

“C’mon, it’ll only take a minute,”

“Oh my god, goodbye!” You huff out before pushing Tony away from you and using your power to disappear from the hallway. 

Tony lets out an annoyed sigh, “If you get anyone else sick you’re the one who’s taking care of them!” he shouts into the empty space. 

You however, had already popped up outside of Bucky’s door, your hands clenched into fists of stress and nerves. Your right hand went to open the door but when you tried to twist the handle it didn’t budge. 

“Friday can you let me in?”

“Mr. Barnes has specified to not be bothered for the time being,” The AI responded simply. 

You let out a huff of frustration, “Okay well it’s either you unlock the door and let me in or I just pop up in there, so…”

There was a moment of silence before you heard the quiet click of the door unlocking, making you smile victoriously, “Thank you, Friday,” 

Bucky was still in the bathroom with the door closed when you had entered his room. You took a quick look around before deciding to sit on the bed and wait for him to be done. Your fingers began to tangle and pull at themselves in a stressful manner and you couldn’t help the tight feeling in your chest. It only got worse when you heard the running water turn off and the sound of Bucky drying and dressing himself. 

When Bucky opens the door, the both of you freeze in place, eyes locked on to each other for what felt like ages. 

Bucky is the first to break eye contact and move, “I thought I told Friday I didn’t want any visitors,” he mumbles quietly, going over to toss the damp towel in his hands into a laundry hamper.

“I uh- I told her I would just pop in anyways…” 

“Shouldn’t invade people's privacy like that, kid,” his cold tone made you cringe, “can’t start abusing your power like that,”

“Listen Bucky, I came here to explain-” 

“You don’t gotta explain anything to me. I saw what I saw, it’s not a big deal,” he interrupts you and avoids your eyes as he begins to unpack from his mission. 

“Except I think you might not understand entirely-” you begin only to be interrupted again. 

“No! No, I get it. Pete is a good kid, good morals, good background. I can see why you’d like him, it makes sense,” Bucky’s voice was clearly stressed as he spoke and it just made your chest tighten even more. 

“Bucky no-” 

“He’s closer to your age, you have a lot in common, spend a lot of time together…”

“Why is everyone interrupting me today?” you groan out in frustration before getting up off of the bed and walking over to the disgruntled man. 

You move to sit on the other side of the duffle bag he continues to empty, still avoiding your eyes. You let out a huff of annoyance and quickly grab hold of Bucky's hands, bringing them to a pause. 

“Kid, I gotta unpack-”

“No. Not until you let me say what I need to say. Without interrupting me,” You state firmly.

Bucky visibly clenches his jaw, giving you a small nod to continue, “You didn’t hear me say those words to Peter-” 

“Yes I di-” “What did I just say? No interruptions!” 

Bucky sighs, “Sorry,” 

You take another breath before restarting, “You didn’t hear me say those words to Peter. You heard me telling him about what I’d say to someone else,” 

Bucky’s face scrunches up in confusion as he replays your words in his head, trying to put the pieces together, but failing. “Who were you going to say-” 

“You! Ya big dummy. I was telling Peter what I would say to you,” You blurt out with a breath of exasperation. 

Bucky shook his head, as if to try and wake himself up from a daydream, “Are you serious?”

“Yes! Of course I am, Buck. I- Peter said that it would be good for the both of us if I admitted my true feelings for you, and I didn’t know what I would say, so he suggested that I just flat out tell you, and…” You trail off, hoping the older can figure out the rest on his own. 

“And that’s when I walked in? When you had figured out what exactly you’d say?” 

“More or less, yeah,” you answer quietly, giving Bucky’s hands a gentle squeeze to try and bring even more reassurance. 

“Why were you so close to each other?” You looked back up to Bucky, a smile gracing your features as his gaze finally met yours. 

“Because we were having a serious discussion. Isn’t that what everyone does?” You ask, brows slightly knit in confusion.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, “No I think that’s only you two,” 

“Oh…” 

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, mulling over what you’d like to say next and trying to organize your thoughts. When Bucky didn’t say anything for a while you decided to continue on, “So um...Do you maybe uh-maybe do you feel the same way? About me?”

Bucky doesn’t even wait a beat to answer, “Oh my god yes! Yes I’ve felt the same way for ages, doll!” 

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you take in the new information, “You have?”

Bucky nods his head, a smile on his face as he looks into your eyes, “Sweetheart I’ve been head over heels for you since I first caught you in midair,” he chuckles. 

You grin at Bucky and feel the familiar flickering of your powers take place, knowing your emotions were much too strong to stop it. Within the blink of an eye you had popped out of existence and popped right back up into Bucky’s lap, making him fall over in a huff of laughter. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the softness of his hair, “What gives then you goof? Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a tight squeeze, “Once you started gettin’ the hang of your powers and began training with the rest of the team, I dunno… It felt like you didn’t need me there for you anymore, I didn’t want to risk holding you back from making new friends and connections,” Your heart split in two hearing Bucky’s explanation.

You pull your face out of his lovely smelling hair and stare into the soldier's pretty blue eyes, “That’s silly Bubba. You would never hold me back! You’re the reason why I’m so comfortable around everyone now. You gave me the strength to get out of my comfort zone,” Bucky grinned at your words and shook his head, mentally chiding himself for being so foolish. 

“M’sorry lovie, I guess I got in my own head about everything. Almost messed it all up too because I got so upset when I saw you and Peter,” Your chest swelled with happiness when he calls you one of your favorite nicknames, knowing the two of you were back to normal. 

“It’s okay! I can understand why you thought what you did. But I promise I’ve only ever been deeply enthralled with you,” You laugh and push your forehead up against Bucky’s, making him let out a deep melody of chuckles. 

“Does this mean I don’t have to hold back anymore? I can love on you as much as I want?” Bucky pairs his question with an affectionate nuzzle in the crook of your neck before looking back up into your gleeful eyes. 

You giggle and brush your nose up against his as you nod your head, “You coulda done that before,” 

Bucky’s hands move from around your waist to your thighs, easily lifting the both of you up from the plush carpet, “M’never lettin’ you go ever again. Gonna hold on real tight, sweet girl.” 

You keep your arms wrapped around his neck and try to pull Bucky closer, burying your face back into the crook of his neck and breathing him in. He moves the two of you over to his bed and flops down onto it, pulling the both of you under the covers and tangling his legs with yours. The two of you stay like that for what feels like ages.

A perfectly content tangle of happiness and relief. 

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!hongjoong | desire

This is: requested

warning: v v smutty bcs happy valentines to yall. stay safe and don’t forget to wear your masks when doing the deed!! 

Day 100 of you being locked up here inside Hongjoong’s bedroom. Today marks the day he would completely give you a little freedom, and you should be a little happy at least. 

The past three months have been hard on you. You were on your way to school until all of a sudden strong pair of arms wrapped around your frame from behind and knocked you out. The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a man sitting on the foot of the bed. It was none other than your best friend, Kim Hongjoong. 

You remember that day, asking him why he had done this to you. He replied by saying that being your friend gave him a little hope that he could survive high school. That despite the hardships he has been going through in his life,you gave him a reason to get up and try again. But what was once an inspiration turned into an infatuation then turned to obsession. 

He noticed how you were getting close to Park Seonghwa, campus crush and basketball captain of the team. You also formed a new found friendship with Jung Yunho, the head of the dance club and member of the animal rights association. It was then that Hongjoong started to feel insecure until slowly he was driven out of his sanity. 

And now you found yourself here. At first, you argued with Hongjoong and threatened him to rat him over to the police. You were then met with a heavy hand on your cheek, your head spun around and your cheek stinging. That was the first time he laid a hand on you. And you would never forget that. Day by day, Hongjoong would apologize to you. But you gave him the silent treatment. When he didn’t like how you were treating him, he proceeded to threaten you by killing your parents, but it wouldn’t be him who would be doing the dirty work, rather, it is you who would be doing it. Sick with the idea, you immediately talked to him and stopped him from such idea. And then, Hongjoong offered you a proposal. 

If in a hundred days you would obey him and not go against his rules, he would give you a bit of the freedom that you wished for. But if you decided to go against him, then the hundred days would double, continuing to increase until the days would prolong. That was when you knew Hongjoong is smart. Even though you are tied in his bedroom, he was already training you to be his. At first, you were doing fine. You thought you could put a front and pretend you weren’t falling for him and his game. But halfway to a hundred days, you found yourself slowly slipping off your grip until you come to conclusion that you lost yourself to him. Less than a hundred days, you have accepted the fact that you have completely submitted yourself to Hongjoong. 

His finger would dance around the skin of your legs, slowly soothing them up and down your thighs. How he would cook your favorite dishes and feed you, although they didn’t taste the same just like how your mother made them, you wouldn’t deny how Hongjoong’s cooking has a unique flavor that made you like it as well. He would write songs for you, sing them to you while you sleep. He’s made a few songs for you already that you stopped counting. How his arms would envelope around you, as if protecting you from the loud thunder outside. He was aware that you are afraid of thunder and he was doing his best to calm you down at night. Surprisingly, you calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when Hongjoong comes through the door, a bright smile painted on his lips. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He praises, cupping your face and peppering your face and lips with kisses. “I’ll run you a shower first.” He says, slowly he loosened the ropes around your wrists and ankles, carrying you in his arms. He slowly sat you down first on the counter edge of the bathub to remove your clothing. You bit your inner lip and turned your head down, this is the first time that Hongjoong would see you naked. Slowly ass he places you down the tub filled with scented oils and rose petals. 

Before he could leave you to take your bath, you grabbed a hold of his wrist. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered. And in a matter of seconds, Hongjoong stripped himself off his clothing, you scooted a bit away to give him space before pressing your back on his chest, situated between his legs. 

You and Hongjoong didn’t bothered to destroy the silence while his hands caressed the skin of your wrists and all you could hear was his breathing. It wasn’t a deafening silence, it was a rather a silence for longing. 

“Okay you can open your eyes now” 

Slowly you opened your eyes. Before you a beautiful botanical garden inside a glass room. You marveled at the different beautiful flowers and how healthy they grew. 

“While you were locked up in my bedroom, I took the time to make this for you. People are too cruel and judgemental and will only bring you down. But the flowers here will always for you no matter what.” He whispers in your ear. Much to his suprise, you wrapped your arms around his nape. 

“Thank you so much! This is the best you’ve given me!” You smile as you slightly lean away from the hug, you plucked up your courage and placed a kiss on his lips. 

“My darling is getting bold already.” Hongjoong chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. “But I have one more to show you.” He took a hold of your hand and lead you further to the glass garden, you didn’t think there would be more to it but what greeted you next was what you love the most. 

A flower field. 

“When I grow up, I’d want a flower field by my garden! I just love plants so much and I would want..hmm, a hundred different flowers in the field!” 

I do remember telling him about that flower field when we were in 7th grade. But I didn’t know that he would actually be serious about making this one for me. 

“When did you make this?” I asked, slowly turning my head to face him. 

“When do you think? These flowers are very hard to grow and maintain. The day you told me that you wanted a flower field, I immediately had to start working on it.” Hongjoong wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I had a hard time looking for the exact flowers that you wanted to see.” 

“I want lillies, roses, marigolds, dandelions and tulips! There’s a lot more flowers that I like....but I’ll reserve them some time and write them down on a paper so I wouldn’t forget!” 

That afternoon, Hongjoong and I laid down on top of the flower field, using his arm as my pillow. The purple sky sipping through the glass room while the cold air kisses through our skin, making the wind chimes sway and produce little sounds. We were staring deeply into each other’s eyes until slowly Hongjoong leans in and places his lips on top of mine. 

I tried to wriggle my way out of his embrace, but he had his arms wrapped around me tightly, like his life depended on me. I tried to regain my breath as I breathed slowly and deeply felt my lips tingling and all the energy flowing in me. 

The distance separating our lips seemed so little, as if it was one meter and he was right there. With eyes open, looking at him like I’m seeing someone I love, I felt my body softening and my heart racing. 

It was the both of us; our mouths pressed together one more time, our tongues dancing and our breaths mingling and our hearts beating in time. He held me tight against his chest, my heart pounding inside my chest. 

“I can’t wait to have you here.” And slowly, Hongjoong switched our positions as he hovers on top of me, situating himself between my legs before he places his lips on mine once more, this time, kissing in a hungry and torrid manner. 

With one hand, he wraps them around my neck and his other hand grabs my waist, pulling me up as I willingly let my hands roam all over him, through his clothes. 

“Hongjoong, please, I want you.” I whisper, beg.

“I want you too” He says through gritted teeth, feeling his hands roam up my body, slowly sliding the straps of my dress of my shoulder and down to my ankles. 

He attaches his lips on my exposed neck, kissing the skin of my neck while I feel his hands slowly slide up my back, unbuckling my white lace bra. His fingers slowly push them down my shoulder, inching it down until I gasp a little. The cool air kissing my exposed skin. 

I gasp again as his hands settle on my breasts, fondling and caressing them in his hands. Sticking his tongue out and sliding them down to my shoulder, down to the valley between my breasts and then attaching his mouth on my left nipple. Swirling his tongue crazy like a maniac. My fingers fumbled and gripped on the back of his head, the in between of my legs pooling with wetness already. He lifts his head up and sticks his tongue out, kitty licking my right nipple before nibbling on it gently between his teeth. 

“Oh my god, that’s so good” I mumbled, letting out a moan, I tilted my head and saw a purple mark above my nipple. 

“Mine” he growls before turning his head down to place butterfly kisses on my stomach. 

“I’m going to have my way with you before I take you” He says, feeling his hardened length brush against my leg, caressing my legs before ripping my underwear off. 

He drapes my legs on top of his shoulders, sticking his tongue out and takes a long lick on my clit. He spreads my folds apart before ravishing them, almost burying his face on my pussy. 

I arched my back and let out soft yet loud moans. My hands pushing the back of his head more onto my pussy, feeling his tongue swirl around inside me. His hands that were once resting on my thighs slowly slide up and found themselves once more on my breasts, fondling and gripping them harshly. 

“Hongjoong...” I whispered, only to moan once more as sucked my fold gently, moving his tongue accordingly inside me as I felt vibrations my core, spasming after. 

“Hongjoong...are you okay?” I asked in a soft tone. Softly he lifts his head up, his lips glistening bright red with my juices. 

“More than okay, sweetheart. You sounded so heavenly moaning my name. I wouldn’t mind if I died suffocated in your pussy. If it’s the last thing I saw, I’d die happily and blissfully.” He says before unbuckling his belt, removing his pants along with his underwear and then hovering on top of me once more. 

He pushes himself inside me causing me to throw my head back on the flowery field. 

“Hongjoong” you gasped out, gripping your hands on his shoulders. 

“God, you don’t know how much I fucking love it when you moan my name like that.” He growls, slipping himself out before slamming again once more into me. 

“Mine” he spoke in a deep tone as he thrusts harshly inside of me. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. And you’re all mine.” He breathes out, never stopping pounding inside of me. He leans down and pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues roaming around each others mouths, tasting every cavern and crevice. 

With the feeling of his tip poking your g-spot, it was enough to already send you on edge. The familiar feeling of tightness building up your stomach as you are reaching your high. 

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” The words came out like a moan, begging. 

“Let’s cum together, sweetheart.” 

Hitting your high while moaning his name out loud, you look up as you finally release and let yourself loose, coating his cock with your warm seeds. Hongjoong, shooting his cum inside of you. The once purple sky finally darkened for the bright stars and moon. 

He places a hand on top of your stomach, caressing it gently. 

“It won’t be long until our own child comes. When that day comes, I’ll love you both to death.” 

And you love the idea. 

[adorerdraco]

Distractions and O.W.L.S ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: You start neglecting yourself and Draco when you begin stressing for O.W.L.S. The studying finally took its toll on you that landed you in the hospital wing but Draco helps you end the night on a good note. 

Warnings and Perks: being stressed, over studying, fainting ! and corniness

Words: 2K (sorry for any mistakes its 3 AM !!!!!)

A/N: omg i am currently working on some requests and on Healing Heart 4, but i’ve had this scenario stuck in my head all night bc i was listening to a slowed down version of stuff we did from UP and so i thought id share it with everyone since i havent posted in like 2 days <3 do not own gif but pretend that you and Dracoooo <3

It was the beginning of June, weeks away from O.W.L.S, which meant weeks away from another ending of a school year at Hogwarts. What bothered you the most wasn’t the fact that you had homework piled up to the ceilings, or that Snape has been snapping at you all week and took away 5 house points from you, or that you were drowning in a sea of textbooks and notes that you kept studying for your upcoming exams; it was the fact that you had barely seen Draco in nearly two weeks. You were so busy with schoolwork and focused on getting outstanding marks, you hadn’t even realized you were neglecting your own boyfriend. 

Of course, the two of you would find each other in the Great Hall during breakfast and you’d give him a quick hello and goodbye kiss faster than he could even register what was happening and by the time he did, you were already out the door and rushing towards your first class. At this point, you were acting like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, always frantic and in a rush. Your hair was wild and untamed, you had dark bags under your eyes from the all-nighters you were pulling, your robes and clothes underneath were in disarray and wrinkled.

To make it worse, you never let Draco study with you. He constantly asked and you always gave him the same answer.

“If I study with you, I’ll never get anything done.”

Which was true. He was very distracting with his quiet jokes in the library, or when he would look up at you with his sparkling gray eyes when you would try to ask him a question that just flew from your mind at the sight, or smile at you with a wide toothy grin that lit up the room when you got sidetracked and talked to him, or the way he rested his hand on your thigh when he would sit beside you while you quietly read or wrote but the only thing you could focus on was his fiery touch. Really, it wasn’t him who would distract you; it was you who distracted yourself with him. And that was evident when you tried to remember everything you’ve learned in the past school term and came up blank because for some reason your brain only retained information and memories that contained Draco throughout the past year. 

So you figured a little time away from him wouldn’t hurt. Because if you didn’t pass these O.W.L.S, you felt like everyone would be disappointed in you, especially yourself. So you locked yourself away in your dorm and crammed and jam-packed your brain with information until you eventually passed out hunched over a book with drool blurring the ink on your pages. You avoided the library for studying, knowing Draco would go looking for you or Madam Pince would distract you halfway through your note taking to kick you out for the night.

Mornings always came the same, you waking up randomly over your desk a few minutes before breakfast and changing into a new pair of robes as quickly as you could while trying your best to smooth your hair down with your hands. This morning was different, however. You woke up to one of your roommates shaking you violently while she spoke your name loudly above you, but it sounded distant. You shot up in a hot flash, wiping your mouth of any saliva and groaning when you started to feel the pounding in your head that seemed to shake up your whole brain. “Thank Merlin, you’re awake!” Your roommate exclaimed in relief. “You looked dead, honestly. But class is starting in twenty and you’ve missed breakfast.”

“Twenty?” you frown, letting your swelling head fall into your hands. “I don’t want to deal with Snape right now, I feel awful.”

“I’m going to try to say this as nice as possible,” she sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “but it shows.”

“Thanks,” you scowl. You try to get up from your chair but gasp in pain as your muscles cramp at the movement like a rickety old man. 

“Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey,” she suggests, trying to help you up but you shoo her. 

“No, I’m fine,” you rush to interject. “I will not be missing Potions, no.”

She gave you a shrug, backing away in defeat as she let you rush to change into new robes and attempt to brush down the matted mess that’s supposed to be your hair but gave up halfway through and threw it into an updo. The headache was not a good combination with the scalp pain from combing out knots. Your roommate waited for you with pitied eyes, following closely behind you as you hurried out of the room and towards the exit. 

You sped walked out with her but didn’t see the mop of platinum blond that was waiting for you outside the entrance of the common room. You had zero awareness of his presence until his hand had reached out to hold onto your wrist, stopping your near sprint towards the class. Your roommate stopped too, eyeing the two of you and the look on the Slytherin’s face before she continued walking. 

“What? Draco, let go,” you move away from him and he quickly drops your arm. “I’m going to be late.”

You began to walk away from him, but he stepped in front of you, stopping you again.

“Why weren’t you at breakfast?”

“I overslept,” you answered gruffly. “Now, move! If I’m late, Snape will have my head on a stick.”

“Y/N, you need to slow down,” he frowns, “all this studying and rushing around everywhere is going to land you in the hospital wing. You look sick already, I’m worried.”

“I’m not sick!” You huff, throwing your head back in irritation. “If you really cared about me, you’d let me go to class instead of insulting me.”

“I’m not insulting you. Am I so terrible to tell you that you look like you’re about to pass out any second?”

“Yes, you are terrible,” you sneer, the pounding in your head was getting stronger each passing second. “Instead of-”

Your train of thought was violently stopped in its angry tracks, you stumble back and begin blinking hard at the spots that quickly started to dot your vision. Your hand instinctively reached out towards Draco, which he grabbed and hurriedly darted forward towards you, gripping onto you before you could meet the ground, your vision going black and your consciousness out the door.

Draco felt himself begin to panic. He promptly began to feel guilty, feeling like it was his fault that you even fainted in the first place because of the argument he had accidentally started.

He gathered you up in his arms, one arm sliding under your knees and the other under your neck as he swiftly picked you up and began his frantic journey towards the hospital wing.

When he got you to Madam Pomfrey, she instructed him to set you down on one of the beds and kicked him out of the room while she started her treatment. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted nothing more than to stay by your side so he halfheartedly threatened her with his father and she ended up letting him stay with a deep sigh while he stood idly by your bed. When Madam Pomfrey was done, she left the two of you alone. Draco wasted no time in sitting at the foot of your bed, his hand finding its way into your cold one that laid limply beside you. He watched your sleeping figure with a relief as he noticed that whatever Pomfrey gave you had speedily began to affect you. Your skin no longer looked ghastly and dull, but healthy again and tinged with pink. The dark circles underneath your eyes had faded just a little bit, leaving only slight bags as you finally slept. 

He waited maybe 12 hours for you to wake up. After missing his first class, he had decided to go to the rest of his classes as Madam Pomfrey swore to him up and down that you would not wake up any earlier. He begrudgingly obliged and skipped all his meals instead to spend his short free time with you. When his final class ended, he almost ran back to the hospital wing. He occupied the rest of his time with a book he had found thrown somewhere around the room. The book was long forgotten the second he felt your hand twitch and your body begin to stir, your tired e/c’s looking around the room in confusion before landing on him. He scooted himself closer to you, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you with pure concern. It was the same look he had when he confronted you earlier and with that one look, you were able to recall everything that had happened before your collapse.

“I’m sorry I said you’re terrible,” you croak out sadly, your hand wrapping around his wrist and squeezing it gently.

“I’m sorry I made you faint,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

“That was my own fault,” you chortle, “but I feel really good. I know I fainted and all, but I feel much better with whatever Madam Pomfrey gave me.”

“I can tell,” he smiles, moving himself a little back as you sat up with a newfound strength. “She said you can leave when you wake up.”

“Good, now help me out of this bed.”

Draco took your hand and you hopped out of bed excitedly, turning towards him and giving him a tight hug that he returned twice as hard.

“If you’re not too tired, can I show you something?” He asks from above you, his arms still wrapped strongly around you.

“Yes, please,” you answer with a nod against his chest.

Draco steps away from you before taking your hand and walking the two of you out of the hospital wing and towards the stairs that led to the astronomy tower. When you reached the top, huffing, and puffing, he asked you again if you were okay to which you answered with an eager nod.

"Tonight is a blood moon,” he smiles, pointing up towards the very large orange and reddish moon in the starry night sky. It shone brightly but still gave off little light in its wake, the astronomy tower was almost dark, but you still managed to see the blond perfectly, he was watching you with a happy and loving glint in his eyes that you were able to notice. “I was planning on asking you to see it with me tonight, but we kind of ended up elsewhere.”

You threw yourself into his arms, your face buried deep in his robes and the heat radiating off his chest warmed you up in the comfiest way.

“You’re the best, Dray,” you mumble into the cloth of his robes, the clothing vibrating underneath you as he chuckled. You pulled away and gazed up at him, smiling when he placed a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you unknowingly began to sway back in forth in each other’s arms, his hands resting on your lower back while yours were looped loosely around the back of his neck.

“You scared me today,” he begins quietly, “and every day since you’ve started your studying.”

“I know,” you frown, “I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you’ll stop overworking yourself,” he says softly. “I know you’re scared you’ll fail, but I promise you won’t. You’re one of the smartest people I know and I know you’ll get outstanding marks on everything.”

“You think so?” you ask hopefully, your eyes trained on the burnt orange moon as you took in his words.

“I know so.”

A few more minutes of silence pass by, your head now leaning against his chest as the two of you still danced silently. And as if he read your mind, Draco began humming a soft and off-pitch rendition of Claire de Lune. You would laugh every time he forgot a note and would go silent for a moment before backtracking and humming it correctly.

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed up there dancing slowly in each other’s arms with Draco trying his best to hum the top classics of the classical’s, his lips finding yours every now and then to kiss you longingly and tenderly, but one thing was for sure; it was bliss. 

Maybe distracting yourself with Draco wasn’t such a bad thing.

[wondernimbus]

forgive and forget — harry potter

pairing: harry potter x female!reader

prompt: “kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

t/w: mentions of death

a/n: this is set a year after the battle of hogwarts! wrote this at 1am n havent proofread it so chances are it sucks but i’m posting it anyway bc you only live once am i right folks

In the darkness and silence of a winter's night, the water is eerily calm—too calm, almost, with a foreboding feeling hanging over it. At the edge of the lake stands a girl whose heart has long since grown much too cold to feel anything but the wide, gaping void inside of her chest. She doesn't shiver; just stands there, holding her wand at her side, gaze fixed on the reflection of the moonshine against the shapeless water, waiting.

And waiting.

And when the figure appears from behind her—a loud, almost deafening snap in the complete and utter silence of the woods, she doesn't turn around right away.

Instead, she twirls her wand in her hand, frowning down at the lake as though expecting something to break through the calm surface and swallow her whole, carry her down into its depths and leave her somewhere deep, deep down, away from the rest of the world.

Thinking about it now, it doesn't sound that bad.

"Did you miss me?" are the first words that leave her mouth since having arrived there. Her voice is as dangerously calm as the lake. Just as foreboding—and it sounds like a warning.

But Harry doesn't heed it. Instead, he stands there, a mere five feet away, watching as she turns around, slowly, to face him.

The last thing he expects is for her to look at him the way she used to. He doesn't expect her to run toward him, take him in her arms, and hug him the way she used to, long ago.

Harry should be prepared for this. But when her gaze meets his and he makes out her eyes in the darkness, cold and unforgiving and void of any emotion, he can't help the way he sucks in a breath, how his heart clenches inside of his chest.

A strange chill settles over him. Sickness; something horrible swelling up in the pit of his stomach as he stares at the girl in front of him. It's not just the look in her eyes that is different. Her hair is cleaner. Shorter. More mature, tucked behind her ears and down her back. Without it framing her face, Harry's eyes are free to roam over the rest of her face, which is gaunt and sunken; there are bags under her eyes so deep he starts to debate whether or not he's looking at a corpse.

It's like seeing a memory that has haunted Harry for decades, when in reality it has only been a year. He knows that face like the back of his hand: her eyes, dark and barely crinkled at the corners. that nose, those careful lips. She is older, but so is Harry. She is a stranger in so many ways, but Harry would know her anywhere.

"[Y/N]," he breathes out, throat tight. His fingers grip even tighter around the wand inside his coat pocket. There's an undeniable sense of fear—dread—coiling around his heart. She stares at him, eyes still hard as ever.

And then her lips tug up at the edges. Her smile is bitter. It's the first real trace of emotion she has let slip, and Harry wonders if he should feel relieved that [Y/N] is still human and capable of feeling. Even if she is angry.

The worst part is that Harry can't blame her.

"I'm sorry," he says, voice barely a whisper.

The smile grows. Suddenly she's laughing—cold, harsh bursts of laughter with no real humor to it. Harry clenches his jaw, watching her. His heart is pounding erratically in his chest; he doesn't know if it's because he senses she's near and yearns for her, the person who it used to beat for, or if it's because it's scared of her.

Oh, how things have changed.

"Sorry?" she repeats, her laughter fading away into the night, replaced by a deadly sort of tension that now hangs above them. "Sorry?"

Harry feels sweat trickle down the side of his temple.

"You're sorry." Her voice is laced thick with equal parts mockery, disbelief, and anger. But even then her eyes are cold and blank as ever.

Since when had she gotten so good at hiding what she truly felt?

"I don't know what else you want me to say," says Harry through gritted teeth, hand tightening around his wand.

Her lips curl. She stares at him for a few moments, unspeaking, and then she nods. "You're right," she says curtly, turning once more to look at the lake behind her. "You know what, Harry? You're right. You killed my parents and walked away from it like it was nothing. There really isn't much else to say other than you're sorry."

He swallows. He can't feel guilty. He can't. "I'm sorry," he says again, unable to hide the way his voice trembles from frustration. Or is it fear? He can't quite tell anymore. "But I did what I had to do. They worked for Voldemort—"

"So you killed them," [Y/N] says, tone ominously void of emotion. "With no regard for their real motive. Without bothering to listen—"

"I had no choi—"

"And realize that they did it to protect their children." When she whips around, Harry sees that her facade of calm has slipped away completely—instead there is pure, unadulterated anger flaring in her eyes. "You say you had no choice but neither did they."

"They were Death Eaters," says Harry, taking a deep breath through his nose, sounding like he's trying to convince himself more than her. "It hardly mattered why they went to Voldemort's side. What mattered was that they did."

She scowls and takes a step forward. Angry eyes boring into his, she hisses, "Did it matter to you that I loved them?"

Harry's fingers feel cold, his neck too hot, the air pressing into him from all sides. He can't feel guilty.

He can't.

"It had to be done," he says flatly, fighting to maintain her gaze. He wonders if he's imagining the way her eyes seem to be glistening with tears. "I'm sorry. I know you loved them but it had to be done."

Harry is right; when she blinks and turns away, he doesn't miss the bead of liquid that rolls down the side of her cheek. All of a sudden he finds himself wanting to leave—to apparate away before he can hear any more. Because this is something that has haunted him for a long, long time, and even then, it is only now that he realizes he isn't quite ready to face it yet.

But here he is now, anyway, standing in front of the girl who once loved him and who he once loved—and maybe part of him still does, even after everything. But Harry knows better than to fool himself into thinking he can have her again.

Not after what he did.

Harry inhales. With difficulty, he keeps his eyes on hers despite the need to tear them away. To turn away and never once look back. But he has to do this now—it's his only chance to finally put an end to all the conflict that has been bothering him ever since he last saw her.

"I know it feels like you'd be turning your back on them if you moved on," Harry begins. This time his voice doesn't shake. "But they're gone. I'm sorry, [Y/N]—"

"Don't call me that."

"Your parents are gone," he repeats. He sees her trying to harden her gaze again—trying to build her walls back up—but she fails, lips pinching. Harry knows it means she's trying to hold her tears back. "They made the wrong choices and they suffered for it. I know what it feels like to lose people you love, but—"

"Do you know what the difference is between you and me?" she cuts him off. Her lips are trembling, angry tears spilling onto her cheeks. "It's that you picked yourself back up, even after you lost people. But I didn't. I haven't. And I don't think I ever will."

Harry feels his heart squeeze into itself inside of his chest.

He's fighting a losing battle. She isn't listening; she's too far gone.

"Do it again." Miraculously, despite the tears on her cheeks and the anguish in her voice, she still sounds ruthlessly angry. "Lose the people you love again. Kill everything dear to you again and then you will know how it feels."

Harry watches as she heaves in a deep, shuddering breath. He doesn't try to say anything anymore—knows that nothing he will say can ever truly heal her.

And with one last pained, scathing look, [Y/N] apparates away.

He never sees her again.

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[toriwakes]

My Hair [George Weasley x Reader]

summary: you and george are sworn enemies, always at each ithers throats. but one day he pushes it too far.

content warnings: some cursing, lowkey angsty, signs of panic attacks. slytherin/curlyhair!reader

a/n: new character post!! hope you all enjoy. btw i’m sorry if the way i describes the reader was too specific LMFOO i thought it was a good concept bc its inspired by ariana’s song. for my weasley lovers! as always, let me know if you have any requests! (PLS SEND THROUGH MY INBOX)

what would you expect from a slytherin? you hated gryffindor house. they were obnoxious, loud, dramatic snobs. not to mention george wesley belonged to gryffinor. the first day george saw you, he decided he was going to target you. he pulled at least three pranks on you a week. if he wasn’t pranking you, he was teasing you about anything and everything. today, it was your hair.

“merlin (y/n/n). your hair is bigger than your head!” the ginger boy caused a scene. the gryffindor members laughed. you ignored him. alas, he continued. “you should be a gryffindor, hair like a lion. though i think you fit right in with all your slimy little slytherin friends-“ “verdimillious!” green sparks flew out from your wand and straight at the boy. they swarmed him and he toppled over at the suddenness of it. your friends applauded you and your sweet friend pansy patted your back. “i think your hair is lovely, (y/l/n).” at least she didn’t make fun of your name.

you stayed behind in astronomy, permission granted from professor plumb. ‘please don’t stay too long’ he warned. you didn’t listen, but you wished you had. you wish you listened because he found you. “well well well.” you spun around and drew your wand. george laughed when he saw you; your hair was up now. “piss off weasley.” your voice cracked when you said it. truthfully, you were so damn tired. every day george tried to make you feel bad about something new. but your hair was a soft spot. you kept your wand in front of you but weakly at most. “you should really quit the tough guy act, (y/n/n). we all know-“ “i AM tough!-“ you lunged forward and pushed george, but it didn’t do much damage. so you resorted to just pounding your fists on his chest. “i am tough you bloody piece of shit! fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!” every time you cursed at him, you hit him harder. slightly shocked, he snatched up both your wrists and held them in one, large hand. you looked up at him; he was already looking at you. you didn’t even notice you were crying until you choked out a sob. you felt pathetic. “(y/n), i’m sorry.” george sounded panicked. that was probably the first time he called you by your first name. you said nothing and took your wrists from him. you wanted to say something sassy and make him look dumb. but your chest started growing tight and your throat stung. you couldn’t stop crying now. you lost balance and almost fell to your feet- god, the thought of being at your feet, crying before george weasley. it made you sick.

george caught you before you fell. he had one arm snaked around your waist, the other one raised slowly to tuck some stray curls behind your ear. he helped you up and clicked his tongue. “i think your hair is so beautiful.” he spoke. “don’t lie to me because you want me to feel better.” you face was inches away from his. “m’ not lying. i’ll prove it.” he wasn’t pulling away from the attraction. you couldn’t decide if that was good or bad. “do it then.” with that said, george crushed his lips against yours. your head told you to push him off and smack him. but your heart, god, your heart. you sank right into it. his lips on yours was something you never knew you needed. you felt george’s hand move to your hair, grabbing the hair tie and pulling it out. you gasped, making you pull away. you scrambled to fix it- but he stopped you. “leave it. you don’t mind if i touch it, do you?” you gave him a soft smile. if you would’ve been told 5 hours ago that you’d be soft for george weasley; you would’ve gotten violent. “that’s why it’s there.” he chuckled and gently weaved his hand through your locks before leaning in again.

[dirt-cup-draco]

Hermione x Reader - Trouble

Could you do a Hermione x reader where your Harry’s sister (in the same year) and you guys are both put in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and you Hermione get in a fight and she wants you to talk to Dumbledore to get you out but you’re doing it for Harry so you stay (she’s doing this because she has a crush on you) you end up saving her in the water challenge but she’s still mad at you and then when Voldemort comes your with Harry and she admits after that she was mad bc she likes you and cares for u

A/N: I tweaked a little things but it’s not much, hope you like it!

You shook your head in disbelief. Not only had the goblet chosen Harry, but it had chosen you. Two competitors that were too young to even put their names into the goblet, and one extra competitor. There were glares and students whispering all around as the professors looked at each other, not quite sure what to do. Dumbledore was currently watching you both as if he wasn’t sure what to do with this information. 

Ron clapped your back, a laugh bubbling from his lips as he congratulated you and Harry on being perfectly impossible. You two continued to amaze him, yet you didn’t feel very amazed right now. If anything, you felt sick. Of course something bad has to happen! You thought. 

Trouble followed your brother, his scar might as well be a flashing target painted on his back. You knew your parents were amazing, they had to be with how people spoke of them, but you couldn’t help but feel that the Potter name was cursed. You were lucky enough that your twin had been the first to catch Voldemort’s eye. You had been left unscathed, Harry saving you as he saved himself. You two only had each other. 

Which was why you sighed heavily as Hermione gripped your arm. “This is clearly a mistake! You should both speak to Dumbledore, don’t put yourselves in danger!” 

Harry shrugged. “It’s a bit exciting, don’t you think, Y/N? Besides, we’ve faced more dangerous things than a friendly school competition,” 

“Do you think I can convince people I was the one who got your name in the goblet?” Ron asked, wondering on how to boost his popularity. 

Hermione rolled her eyes, a disgusted grimace on her features as she turned from the boys to focus her attention on you. Her gaze softened a little bit but she was still terribly tense. “Lets go talk?” She asked and you couldn’t say no. 

“Yeah, of course ‘Mione,” You agreed after making sure your headmaster didn’t want to talk to you, even if he undoubtedly would call on you later. You followed behind her as you watched her back straighten impossibly more, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Once you got into the hall she leaned heavily against the wall. 

“Something is wrong,” 

“Obviously,” You snorted but it didn’t seem she was feeling the same way. She blew a piece of wild hair from between her eyes and you stepped forward, grabbing her hand as she let a little smile break out onto her face. 

“I really do think that you should talk to Dumbledore, it isn’t right for you to be in the tournament,” She argued softly and you shrugged, squeezing her hand.

“I would, really, but I have to look after Harry. You know he won’t back down...” You reasoned but Hermione shook her head violently. 

“You don’t have to do anything! Harry will be fine he’s-” she bit her tongue but you frowned, dropping her hand as you took a step back. 

“What? What were you going to say?” You asked as she tried to wave it off. 

“N-nothing,” 

“Say it “ You demanded. 

Hermione’s fire was dampened momentarily as she mumbled, “Stronger than you, Harry is stronger than you...” 

“My brother is no better than me and I’m no worse than him!” You found your voice rising as your insecurity bubbled up deep in your stomach. Harry was the chosen one, the important one. He had always taken precedence and you had always been left to clean up after him. 

You didn’t blame him. It was a coincidence Voldemort had seen him first but what if your brother was better than you? What if the Dark Lord had set his eyes on you first and taken your life. You were only one years old, it was a miracle Harry had managed to live. What if you didn’t have that same power or that same fight? Maybe Hermione was right...

That didn’t change the fact that you had to look out for him. Harry was your best friend and your only family. You had to make sure he was okay and that he stayed out of trouble during this tournament.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Hermione tried to say but you cut her off. 

“What else could you have possibly meant?” You snapped. “I am going to help Harry and I am staying in this tournament. I know something isn’t right, I can feel it, but that means I have to be there beside him. I can’t let him get hurt, he’s all I have”

Hermione sputtered, trying to think of something to say. “You won’t even do well!” She shouted childishly, trying to find some upper hand but only feeling regret as your eyes turned to ice. 

“Just leave me be,” You asked of her before you spun on your heal, headed back to the great hall to talk with Harry and Ron. Hermione stayed pressed against the cold wall and sighed loudly. She hadn’t meant to hurt you but you were being daft. It was an awful idea for you to join the tournament. You might think Harry was all you had but you had her too and she couldn’t bear to see you in danger and this entire tournament screamed trouble. 

--

The gillyweed was, for a lack of any word, like chewing a tire covered in slime. The rubbery texture bothered your teeth and the way it slipped down your throat when you had finally given up on trying to break it down had you gagging. 

“I could have found something else,” You spat out as you stood beside Harry. The only thing bringing you comfort was that he looked just as uncomfortable as you were. 

“But you didnt,” He smiled back and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re welcome,” 

“Whatever, be careful,” You warned gently. 

You shivered on the wooden deck, the split wood rough and bothersome against your bare feet. You peaked at your competitors as they took their places, ready to dive into the depths of the black lake without any clue as to what dangers might be just underneath the surface. 

You tried to relax your breathing but it was increasingly hard as your gills started forming. It was becoming uncomfortable to be above water and your chest was tight as a drum. You gasped for air. Your ears were fuzzy as the world went on around you but then suddenly Krum was leaping into the water, followed by Fleur, Cedric, and then your brother. You shuffled for a moment, almost holding yourself back. 

Kids snickered nearby and you flung yourself into the lake, the shock of the cold water turning your blood to slush in your veins as  your eyes adapted to what was around you, kicking your legs to propel yourself through the murky depths. 

You held your wand at the ready, feeling the water move around your body in a way that alerted you to someone, or something’s, presence. Your heart was pounding violently as you let out another gasp, bubbles swirling around your head as your voice went unheard. Something had definitely touched your foot.

You swam faster, eyes peeled for any of the other competitors, finally finding Harry....and something far more daunting. Hermione and Ron, as well as Fleur’s sister, Gabrielle you believer her name was, and Cho were all floating lifelessly, tied down as Harry kept sending out spells, the light bouncing sporadically through the water’s disturbances.

Merpeople were shrieking, tridents positioned in a fearsome stance as grindylows swam around Harry. Despite all the chaos, your eyes were trained on Hermione. Her hair was spread above her, swaying gently. You would have thought it beautiful, if she was breathing. You knew she was safe, mostly, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip two uncomfortable beats as you feared the worst. 

This made your fight seems so insignificant. Even more so now that months had passed. You had watched her during the ball, dancing effortlessly with Krum more beautiful than you had ever seen her.Some bitter part of you had whispered in your mind that she would have been happier dancing with you. Yet, she’d barely spared you a glance. You understood why she was upset, you didn’t want to be in this position anymore than she did but that’s how it had to be. Why couldn’t she see that?

Your eyes were torn between following Harry as he struggled to get to Ron, fighting left and right and Hermione as she danced unknowingly to the ripples of the water. Unfortunately, yet thankfully, your brother had every living things’ attention. You were being overlooked as you thought of what your next course of action was. It seemed to be decided for you however as a bulky form sped past you, in a beeline to Hermione. It was Krum, and without much struggle at all he had her free and she was floating up, up, up. 

Five competitors and four hostages. Hermione had been tucked under Krum’s arm as he shot towards the surface and now only three remained. Cho, Ron and Gabrielle. Yet Fleur hadn’t made her appearance yet. You bit your lip. You had to continue with the competition and if saving the little french girl meant you would, then Fleur was out of luck. You took a fortifying breath and shot towards the girl, finding that Harry had broken free from the mass of watery beasts, going to Ron. Cedric was working at Cho’s restraints and Gabrielle was still untouched, her sister nowhere to be seen. 

--

“You okay?” You asked cautiously as you made your way to Hermione’s shaking form, a thin towel wrapped around her. Despite having dried her hair and clothes the wind and overcast skies had her feeling chill. It seemed that had transferred to her attitude. 

“Just fine.” She said snootily and you huffed in response to her haughty tone.

“You don’t look it,” You commented, begging her to just let go of this petty fight and open up to you, crack a smile, anything. 

“Thanks,” Hermione hissed. “Glad to know I look awful,” 

“I didn’t say that!” You felt your chance slipping away from you as she turned on her heel, nose in the air. “Mione, talk to me!” You called after her, voice cracking in distress. Her shoulders tensed at the sound of you choking up but it seemed she didn’t care enough as she carried on, making her way towards Krum. What did she see in him? He wasn’t good enough for her, he wasn’t right for her. 

--

“They’ve been in there a while now...” Hermione said anxiously, arriving at your side silently. She picked at her fingernails, wearing them down and chewing on her lip. Her eyes were wide and worried as she observed the entrance to the maze. You had been swallowed by the shrubbery, Harry only steps in front of you as he tried to reach you when you screamed, a vine clutching your ankle and dragging you away. 

“Maybe they took a wrong turn,” You snarked, eyes glued to some far off point that was anything but Hermione Granger. You were feeling strange about today, everything seemed wrong and you couldn’t put your finger on it. Hermione wasn’t really helping, especially since you anticipated whatever she had to say would turn into a fight that left you feeling worse.

“Y/N... Can we talk?” 

“Oh now you want to you?” You laughed mirthlessly as the crowd around you chattered about the games, smiles on their face as Harry and Cedric pushed forward. Fleur, Krum and even you had been picked off steadily and now one of Hogwarts’ most popular pair of boys would win the goblet as well as a sensational amount of galleons. 

“Don’t be like that, I just feel like something isn’t right,” She said softly. 

You stared at her incredulously, “Don’t be like that? Are you serious? I have been trying to talk to you for months and now that you don’t feel good you come back... Great, good to know that I am only good for when you need something,” You bit your lip and kept your gaze averted, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes. 

“That isn’t true... I need you- Well, just because I need you. You mean a lot to me-” 

“Doesn’t seem that way,” You interrupted, feeling petty from the hurt you had endured. “Maybe you mean the other Potter,” 

“Y/N, you aren’t your brother-”

“I’ve heard that before, but yes, please continue telling me how unlike my amazing brother I am!” You finally faced her, lips pulled up in an angry snarl. 

“Oh you idiot!” She exclaimed, grabbing your face and pulling you against her, lips sliding against yours before you could even register that she was kissing you. Hermione pulled away, red faced and eyes wild but not a trace of regret. “I really like you and you mean a lot to me and I have been an absolute git the past couple months but it helped me realize just how much I care for you, so please let me apologize!” 

You didn’t have words. You could only blink slowly as you watched her. Merlin she was pretty when she was angry. Her hands were still warm and a bit clammy against your cheeks.”Me too,” 

“Y/N?” She asked at your vague answer.

“I-I mean, I really like you too, have for ages now. It’s why I always get so mad when you talk about Harry being better...” You admittedly pitifully. 

“He’s not really my type,” She teased and you let out a laugh, the first real one you’d been able to conjure up in a while. Hermione giggled too and it sounded like music.

“How about we stop apologizing and get back to kissing?” You suggested playfully as her cheeks burned. 

Unfortunately the giddy buzz in the air was cut short as Harry arrived back into the arena, Cedric Diggory laying stiff in his arms, eyes unseeing and lungs stuck without oxygen, his heart stopped, never to beat again. 

His father cried out, a wild howl that chilled you to your core. You looked at Hermione, eyebrows knitted together in concern as she nodded, understanding something behind your eyes. She gripped your hand tight and led you through the shocked masses of students, Dumbledore trying to get a handle as you rushed to Harry. 

You and Hermione had just found something good, something precious. But it would have to wait it seemed as you knelt beside Harry, his arms pulling at you as he finally let out a choked sob. 

With one word you knew that it would be a while before you and Hermione could focus on your feelings.

“Voldemort” Harry had spoken softly, flipping your world upside down once more.

[yikesharringrove]

hey! 1. ily so much 2. if ur still taking like requests or whatever could u do one (inspired by ur sharing a bed post lol) where steve basically just pines,, like full on staring at billy wishing he could reach out n touch him, hyper aware of any contact (maybe a lil touch starved?) maybe insecure steve bc i’m a slut for that shit idk man i luv my gay boys n want them to suffer

We love a trope.

-

Billy and Steve were the last few still awake.

DnD had gone late tonight, all the little brats were passed out around Steve’s house.

Billy was looking in each guest room, fiding every bed taken. He thought about bunking with Max, found her and El in one of the rooms.

He poked his head in another room, found Steve taking off his shirt.

“Oh, sorry.” He looked around Steve’s room, taking in all the fucking plaid. Steve smiled at him.

“Everywhere full?” Billy nodded. Couldn’t find his voice as Steve tugged off his jeans.

It’s not like he hasn't seen Steve undressed, he’s stood next to him naked, in the shower, but there was something so intimate about being in Steve’s bedroom, watching him put on a pair of shorts climb into bed.

He looked at Billy expectantly.

“You comin’?” Billy furrowed his brows. Steve just patted the bed. Shifting down, curling up under the covers.

Billy took off his jeans, carefully slid in the other side.

-

Steve didn’t know what possessed him to do it, to invite Billy to bed with him, he had just spoken before he even realized what the fuck he was doing.

And now he was laying in the dark, shoved as far to the side as he could be without falling off, just staring.

Billy had taken off his jeans, his shirt before getting into bed.

The duvet was down around his waist, showing off that perfect body.

Steve wanted to touch all that golden skin, those thick muscles. He could feel the heat from him.

He wanted to shift across the space between them, wanted to worm his way into Billy’s strong arms, wanted to plant his face into his neck, breathe in the smell of him, the sweat and cigarettes and cologne lingering on his skin.

Billy shifted closer to Steve in his sleep, letting out a long breath. One of his arms slapped out, resting on Steve’s hip.

It felt like his hand was burning into him, burning through his clothes. His hand was big, his palm wide, his fingers thick. Steve gasped as Billy’s thumb bent, curling just slightly into the waistband of his shorts.

His skin seared into Steve’s soft hip, he just kept watching Billy, now rolled onto his stomach, his back rising and falling with each deep breath he took. His back was just as muscled as the rest of him, like a bag of ropes under his skin. He shifted, those muscles rippling as he stretched his arm, stretched, sliding down his hip, grazing his ass, to rest on his lower back.

Steve’s heart was pounding as Billy groaned, his arm wrapping around Steve’s waist, pulling him into Billy’s warmth.

He was like a fucking furnace, this solid wall tucked Steve into his chest.

Steve fucking melted into him.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been held like this, completely embraced. Billy had both arms around him, one thick thigh pressed between Steve’s legs. He pulled Steve nearly on top of him as he moved again.

He grunted. Steve went stiff.

“Stevie?”

“Sorry, Billy, you just kinda pulled me-” He was dreading Billy letting go of him, thought about how cold he would feel without those arms around him.

“Sorry. I’m kind of a cuddler.” He didn’t loosen his grip at all. His voice was all deep and gruff and sleepy.

“Um, that’s okay.” He was still on top of Billy, still being held tight.

“You want me to let go?” Steve absolutely fucking did not want him to let go.

But if he said he didn’t, Billy would know, would know how he felt, how he wanted Billy’s hands on him for as long as possible.

“Um, I’m okay.” His face was burning. He buried it into Billy’s skin. Billy trailed one hand up his spine, made him shiver.

“Figured you wouldn’t mind.” He relaxed slowly as he fell back asleep. Steve melted into him. And then Billy’s hand trailed down, rested on his ass.

Steve was wide awake.

He was panicking.

What if Billy woke up again? And he, his hand was still there, and he called Steve a sick freak and fucking left.

“Pretty Boy, I can hear you thinking from here.” Steve stiffened again. Billy was awake and his hand was still on his ass.

“I’m sorry, I can get off of you if-”

“You’re fine. Quit thinkin’.”

So Steve just, he just melted.

He was a puddle of goo on top of Billy.

Billy patted his ass once.

“Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the mornin’.”

And then he pressed a kiss to the side of Steve’s head.

[jougogo]

tsukki, iwa, daichi, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi, and shibayam with an s/o who’s afraid of needles getting a flu shot

a/n: wrote this in honor of me getting of me getting my flu shot yesterday and NOT CRYING FOR THE FIRST TIME WOW WE LOVE GROWTH

characters: tsukishima kei, hajime iwaizumi, sawamura daichi, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, shibayama yuuki

tw: mentions of needles

tsukishima

"kei, i don't like needles," you whined

"well, you still have to get them. are you really this weak? i thought you were stronger," he responded nonchalantly

ok that pissed you off

"HMPHH I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU" 

but once you were on the seat with the shiny syringe right in front of you?

all that confidence was g o n e 

"remember, you said you'd prove it to me." he smirked

you gulped and shut your eyes tightly

you could've sworn you felt his hand rest on your thigh as the shot was administered

you don't know what you were expecting, but the sting was only momentary and within a couple seconds, you were finished.

"ouch." you quietly yelped.

"see, you were just being a dramatic. tsk, weakling," he flicked your forehead

nurse looked kinda concerned ngl

but afterwards he'll carry your bags for you and open the doors bc he's proud

"good job, my weakling,"

"tsukki istg"

iwaizumi

iwa knew about your fear of needles

he found out when he noticed you grip the pushpin tightly between your fingers everytime you have to pin sticky notes to the corkboard you had above your desk

so when it was flu shot season, he'll def volunteer to get it done together w you

iwa bby being such a gentlemen gahh i cant

i can see oikawa as someone who was prob also afraid of needles, so iwa knew how to handle situations like this

"iwa-chan but they're pricking my arm and i'm gonna be numb how am i going to practice volley-"

 b o n k 

"get over it brattykawa"

jkjk he'll be so gentle and patient with you

"hey hey it's okay, dont look at the needle. look at me" he turned your face towards his, cupping your cheek to prevent you from seeing the syringe from your peripheral vision

you gazed into his pretty green eyes. 

oh, how they resembled a lush rainforest, full of tropical plants and-

before you could even realize it, the needle jabbed into your tender arm

"ouch," you groaned, leaning your head against his muscled chest.

"see, you did it!" he congratulated you, his lips curving into a small smile as he patted your head

he rolled up the sleevs of his t-shirt to reveal gloriously toned beefy biceps as the nurse administered his flu shot

ok this view is def worth the pain

as expected, he took it like a champ. manz didn't even tense up

afterwards he'll take you out for ice cream hehe

daichi 

when you confessed to daichi about your fear, he was so confused

"but i see you sewing stuff all the time?"

"dai that's different im not sticking the needle in my body bro"

ohhh ok ok now he gets it

he'll be so supportive the entire time!

"hey, i know you'll do great, okay? you're the bravest person i've ever met. you dont think a little thin piece of metal will get to you, do you baby?" he whispered reassuring words into your ear and brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face

when it was time for the nurse to give you the shot, you curled your body towards him ever-so-slightly

but he noticed and he thought it was the cutest thing

"hey, i'll protect you, don't worr-" he was cut off

you were gripped his shirt tightly in your fist and wincing at the pain

"ow ow ow" you mumbled into his shoulders as you felt the sting

"you're doing so good, sweetheart," he ran his hand up and down your back, attempting to sooth you

when it's all finally over he'll drive you over to his place so he can cuddle and "protect" you from the scary movie he very conveniently insisted on playing.

kuroo

"babe, you know you have to get your flu shot. what if you accidentally pass a deadly flu to my grandpa? you'd have to stop coming over to my house,"

your loving boyfriend kuroo was currently trying to get you to release your tight grip from the front door of your house

"i don't want to get your grandpa sick, but i don't want to have a needle poke me," you wailed, tears flowing down your cheek

he got tired and just carried you in his strong arms to the car and drove to the hospital, despite your protests

"THIS IS KIDNAPPING TETSU, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME," you screamed

he just whistled and rolled down the windows so everyone can hear

ofc, you shut up right then and there

"i'll get you back for this," you hissed

once you got to the hospital, you had no other choice but to oblige to kuroo as he dragged you through the halls to the vaccination rooms

the nurse was kind, but your heart was pounding

"te-tetsu, will you hold my hand" you whimpered when the nurse went to retrieve the tray

"of course, babygirl", he replied, putting his hands on top of your trembling ones

his large hands completely enveloped yours

when the nurse pricked the syringe into your arm, he squeezed your hands

"see, that wasn't too bad, right?"

"yeah, whatever" *sniffle sniffle*

also the type to take you for ice cream afterwards.

sakusa

"you may not come near me until you have received your flu shot," your beloved boyfriend declared

"omi omi but i need you. and also we were just cuddling this morning bruh" you pouted. "please please please will you come with me" *cue the puppy eyes*

"fine" he grunted. 

at the hospital he refuses to sit next to you, insisting that he stands def not bc he's concerned abt the germs on the seat

when you froze upon seeing the needle, he put one of his big hands on your shoulder

"you can hold my hand," 

"really?"

"don't make me take it back"

"okie"

you put your other hand on top of his, your arm draping across your body

his fingers intertwined around yours and clasped it when you winced at the pain

he'll draw you a bath when you get home and wash your body for you!!

so sweet and loving 10/10 experience

akaashi

you were currently hiding under a desk

specifically, the doctor's desk

"my love. it's no use if you hide, we're already here," akaashi sighed

he spent the last 2 hours dragging you to the nearest clinic for a flu shot

"you need to protect yourself so you don't get hurt," he had explained calmly

only for you, his sassy s/o to retort

"so why are you dragging me to a clinic just so i can get punctured by a needle? isn't that like, pain? which im supposed to protect myself from?"

someone help this poor bby boy

but somehow he had managed to lure you into the clinic

"alright. this is the last level i have to conquer. and then everything should be fine again" he thought to himself.

just the shot. just a lil pinch. right?

w r o n g

you were hysterical and sobbing

frankly, he felt really bad. but this had to happen at some point, right? after all, your fear of needles had started since you were a child. he was bound to have experienced something like this, as your dutiful boyfriend

he actually felt really bad

so he turned to the method that has worked for him time and time again to sooth his anxiety

"here, play with my fingers, it'll distract you" he reached out his hand to you and helped you out from under the desk

it worked!!

when the nurse came back, he rubbed the back of your hand,  a silent "im here for you"

definitely lots of comfort and cuddles afterward!

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

shibayama

the syringe was right in front of you and the nurse was currently disinfecting your arm with the alcohol wipe.

when he saw you tense up at the touch, he'll whisper lots of reassuring words into your ears 

"hey. you got this, i promise! it'll just be a little sting, and the pain is only temporary."

when he saw tears welling up in your eyes, he'll swipe them away with his thumb, caressing your cheeks.

"make me proud," 

how could you say no to his puppy eyes?? 

"i'll try, yuuki," you sniffled

he put his hand on your shoulder, gently drumming his fingers to the tune of your favorite song to help distract you

his other hand rubbing your palm

after everything's done, he'll give the bandaid little kisses!! 

awwww he's trying to kiss ur pain away my sweet baby

he wants you to know that even through pain, he'll be there by your side.

will take you out for ice cream pt.3

tags!!: @aka-a-shii (anna thank you for getting me into writing i hope i did akaashi justice), @toshisgarden (ily big sis mwah) @gigis-galaxy(bc ILY GIGI)

[minijenn]

Yesss thanks! 😆 Alright so no. 91 and 73 Sora and Riku (either Keys or not, doesn't matter haha). And no.33 Keys Sora and Xehanort/young xehanort/( any nort really xD) to Sora

91. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” & 73. “I will take all the pain if it means you’ll smile.”

He falls apart in Riku’s arms, strong and sturdy and steadying as they are, for what feels like the hundredth time that day alone. It’s the first time they’ve been alone since their fateful fight on the beach and Sora can only manage to shake the horrific thought of what happened there, what he did out of his mind as long as he reminds himself that Riku invited him into his arms willingly. That Riku forgave him. 

If only he could forgive himself. 

“You’re shaking again,” Riku notes, his voice soft and sad as he presses his hand tighter against the small of his back. “Are you cold?”

Sora shakes his head, his face still tucked against Riku’s chest all the while. If anything, he’s as warm as can be, or at least his body is. His heart feels like it has for the past several weeks, like it’s been turned to ice that’s on the constant verge of shattering to pieces at any given moment. “No,” he mutters, deciding that he should be honest. It’s not like he really has that much to lie about anymore anyway. “I… I’m scared…”

“Scared,” Riku repeats thoughtfully but the sympathy in his voice is clear. “Of what?”

“O-of what might happen… t-tomorrow…” Of the momentous battle that’s to take place tomorrow, one that could cost him much more than his freedom if the guardians of light lost. “I-I don’t want them to… I-I don’t want to be one of them!” he sobs, clutching the back of Riku’s jacket tighter in his hands. He’s barely even thinking about how his claws might be tearing through it as his mind races with untold fear for his future. “I don’t want to lose myself! I-I don’t want them to take me away from you! Please, Riku…” he begs brokenly. “Please, I-I can’t-”

“I know,” Riku quietly comforts his hysterical weeping, running a gentle hand through his now-white hair. “I know… I promise, Sora, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Not tomorrow, or ever. I’ll find a way to free you from this, from them. I won’t rest until I do.”

Sora doesn’t know what to say in response to such a solemn, earnest vow, so instead, he simply glances up, tears streaking his face as his mournful golden eyes meet Riku’s calming teal ones. “Y-you mean it?” he whispers, the thought of freedom alone largely being too good to be true, too far out of his reach to ever obtain again. 

“I do,” Riku smiles, a careful hand perched under his chin to keep him looking upward. Sora can’t help but guiltily note that even with the dark, damming scar now marring his features, he’s still just as handsome as he’s ever been. “Sora, I… I want you to know that if I could, I would take away every bit of pain you’re feeling right now and put it on myself… even if all it would do is make you smile.”

Surprisingly, Sora smirks at this, his former fear forgotten as he lets out a short, genuine snort of a laugh. “No offense,” he chuckles and the very sound of it alone warms Riku’s heart beyond measure. “But that was kinda corny, Riku.”

“Well,” Riku returns his laugh, pulling him even closer than he already is and refusing to let go. Regardless of whatever twisted plans the Organization might have in mind for him otherwise. “At least it worked.” 

***

33. “You can run away but I will always find you.”

The dark corridor disintegrates into nothingness behind him as he collapses to his knees, weak from summoning it and even weaker from going through it unprotected as he did. Trips through the shadowy portals usually make him nauseous at best and outright sick at most and this time it seems he’s being particularly punished for his panicked haste in using one. His claws dig into the soil, his vision bleary to the point that he can’t even tell what kind of world he’s ended up in as he heaves violently. He can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse when nothing comes out. 

His head is pounding, his heart aching, but at least he’s alone. As far as Sora is concerned, any spare moment of solitude is a fortunate one, one where he doesn’t have to contend with his foes or run from his friends. It’s a moment of rest, reprieve from the chase that has him as the sole target on both sides. A chase that he longs for an end to, but doesn’t expect one anytime soon. After all, it hardly seems like luck is on his side anymore, so why should he expect any differently now?

Still, he sits in that solitude for a moment, closing his eyes as his darkness-damaged body finally starts to calm itself down. The sounds of a peaceful forest fill his ears and he nearly lets himself relax along with it. At least until he hears a single set of footsteps falling behind him, his chest wrenching in unspeakable agony the moment they do. 

“I must say, I’m impressed with you, Sora,” Xehanort says and under the master’s oppressive grip on his heart, Sora isn’t even capable of turning back to face him. As a result, he begins to walk slowly around him, circling the boy as if he’s his prey. Which, by all accounts, he is. “I didn’t think you would be able to keep this little ‘game’ of cat-and-mouse going for as long as you have, between either us or the guardians of light. And yet-” Sora is trembling, his mind begging him to move, to run, to escape from this wicked man at all costs, and his body refusing all the while. “Here we are.”

Xehanort slips a single finger under his chin, forcing his gaze upward so he can meet the master’s cold, cunning smirk. He looks amused, almost, by the suffering his unexpected visit is causing his hapless young vessel, and Sora finds himself hating the old man even more for it. On top of an already very long list of reasons he has to hate him, that is. “Well?” Xehanort asks, arcing an expectant eyebrow down at him, as if he was an unruly student that needed lecturing about good behavior. “Have you anything to say for yourself?”

Sora takes in a deep, shaky breath as a bit of the weight lifts off his chest. Xehanort just granted him his ability to speak back, and he’s not about to waste the opportunity. “Y-yeah,” he begins, his voice tight, yet rigid as he fixes his master with an icy glare. “Leave… me… alone…” His words are pointed, perforated, and he makes sure there’s an edge behind them to show just how tired he is of this treatment, just how much he would fight against Xehanort’s suffocating hold over him… if only he actually could.

The smile fades from the elderly master’s face as he reaches down and tightly grips the collar of Sora’s shirt, abruptly yanking him upward. His body is still limp and immobile, and a newfound wave of stark fear washes over him as Xehanort pulls him close, a fierce, warning scowl on his face all the while. “Never,” he hisses and a spiking chill runs down Sora’s spine when he does. “Clearly, you still fail to understand exactly what is happening to you, boy. You are my thirteenth vessel, whether you wish to be or not. Your heart is mine. You can resist and run away as much as you’d like, but mark my words, I will always find you.” 

With that horrific threat issued, Xehanort drops him, allowing him to collapse weakly to the ground at his feet. Sora barely resists the urge to sob in relief as he notices the master summon a dark corridor to take his leave, one that he apparently has no intentions of dragging him through. At least, not as long as there are still lost Keys to be found. 

“Your body, your mind, your heart, everything you are, belongs solely to me,” Xehanort reminds him coldly before he goes. He clenches his fist, and Sora has no idea how, but the action forces him to fall into a submissive bow, a testament to just how little control he has over anything in his life anymore. “Don’t forget that, my thirteenth.”

“Y-yes, Master…” The words are drawn out of his mouth completely against his will, his head still frozen in low reverence for a master he has no desire to serve. A master he has no choice but to serve all the same. 

He only barely has enough autonomy to glance up to catch the satisfied smile Xehanort sends him before he disappears into the darkness. A smile that haunts Sora every bit as much as what his master had said: the stern assurance that there was no escape for him from the dark, demented fate Xehanort had in store for him. Not anymore. 

(ohohoho a two for one deal huh? I couldn’t resist either of these so ya know i had to go with both. The first one for angsty but soft Soriku hours and the second one BC I just like writing them angsty confrontations between the corrupting hero and the protagonist. Its pretty funny that in Keys so far, Sora has never encountered Master Xehanort himself except for in dreams and nightmares and such. That’s boutta change in the not too far off future though hmhmhmhmh ;) 

Prompts are open, send away! 

[photochoco]

New Recruit

After an unfortunate run-in with a client, Wisteria finds themselves with a curse. Luckily, Black Cauldron is here to help.

Pinprick and Bianca had been the closest to the disturbance. Patrolling had its perks, one of them being that you never knew when you might conveniently stumble upon magical mayhem. 

Well, they didn’t stumble upon it so much as they heard a pained screech split through the air as they walked along. Rushing towards the source, they rounded a corner and into an alley-

Someone in a pointed hat stood with their back to the Cadets, holding a second person up by their throat. Magic crackled in the air like static.

A witch.

“HEY!” Bianca yelled. Pinprick rushed past her, talons outstretched. 

The witch barely sidestepped his swipe in time, their hat getting nicked in the process. Scrambling onto their broom, they rose up into the air and took off above the buildings. 

“Pin, go after ‘em! I’ll take care of the kid.”

Despite being a giant, Pinprick was very fast. He gave a single nod and leapt up onto a nearby house, hopping from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit. 

The civilian was laying in a heap on the ground, unmoving. 

Bianca swore under her breath as she skidded to a halt next to them, grabbing their shoulder and rolling them over. Whatever had happened with the witch, it seemed like they'd put up a fight, smeared blood drying on the corners of their mouth. 

“Damn kid...I’m sorry…” Bianca muttered as she noticed the streams of multicolor flowing in rivulets from their closed eyes. It coated their hands as well; it was no doubt caused by a curse. At least they were breathing. Bianca considered calling for backup before Pinprick leapt down in front of her.

He wore a frustrated scowl. “The witch got away. They were too far ahead.”

Bianca sighed in resignation. “Dammit. Well, let’s at least count it as a win that they didn’t kill this kid here. Look at ‘er eyes though, I think they got cursed. We gotta- hff- get ‘em to Tracy- Geezus they’re a deadweight-” she sunk under their weight as she tried to hoist them up, an arm around their shoulders.

“Here, let me-” Pinprick gently scooped them into his arms. Their head sagged against his chest and they didn’t stir beyond a small mumble that was barely audible. “Poor thing…” he murmured, cradling them carefully against himself. 

“Let’s get 'em back to BC and see what the damage is. Hopefully nothin’ too bad.”

---

A myriad of voices reached her ears, but she couldn’t really understand what anyone was saying through her exhaustion. She wanted to go back to sleep.

Consciousness came slow, discouraged by soft, warm blankets. Yet they couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible had happened…She scrunched her face up. It felt like...there was something...

“Oh shit, they moved!”

“She’s waking up!”

“Oooooh do you think she’ll wanna become a Cadet?”

“Whaddaya think happened?”

“Ok everyone, that’s enough, off you go! There will be plenty of time for meet and greet later!”

Coherent thought was returning in a steady stream, and it was now that she realized there were bandages around her eyes. Bandages? Is that why her eyelids felt so hot and swollen…? Or was it because her eyes felt hot and swollen that she had bandages…? Did something happen to them?

She sat up rather abruptly, hearing a squeal of surprise in response to her quick movement. Her eyes...were really itchy. They itched, but they stung more, like a dull ache. Like someone had blown pepper flakes into her eyes…they automatically watered in response to the thought. 

Her head throbbed. Ugh...it felt like something was hammering the inside of her skull...She pressed a hand to her temple in protest of the sudden headache.

“Welcome back, dear. You gave us a bit of a scare, being out for so long.”

She jumped at the voice and heard a soft chuckle.

“No need to be jumpy, now. You’re at Black Cauldron. My name is Tracy Pan, I’m a nurse here.”

“Black Cauldron…” she echoed. “You mean the guild for cursed people…?”

“The very same. One of our teams found you in an alley. It looked like you had been attacked. Does that seem familiar at all?”

It did. She nodded, her mouth suddenly becoming dry. If she was here, at Black Cauldron, did that mean…?

“I’ll get straight to the matter at hand. When our Cadets found you, you seemed to have color streaming from your eyes. When you got here, your eyelids were pretty irritated and swollen, hence the bandages as a precaution. It’s very possible you’ve been cursed.”

Wisty was silent as the nurse methodically unwound the gauze and peeled the medical tape off the pads over her eyes. 

“I...don’t really remember a lot about what happened. They were a client of mine, they were angry about...something about the art I made for them? We got into a fight and...they shot some sort of spell at me.”

“Hm hm! And what’s your name?”

She could barely squeeze it out of her rapidly tightening throat as dread coiled in her gut . “...W-Wisteria. Wisteria Inkwell. Or...Wisty...”

“Pleasure to meet you, Wisty. I’m going to remove your bandages. When they’re off, make sure to open your eyes slowly. If you are cursed, there’s a high likelihood that it affected your eyes.”

Please don’t let it be what she thought it was.

Please let that have been from shock. Please...

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she opened them.

Everything was grey. Greys and whites and blacks, like she was looking at an old photograph. Monochrome. The color was gone. Wisty’s heart had started to pound so hard she could feel each thump in her chest. The dread uncoiled and shot through her veins, bringing with it a wave of cold.

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot--

No. No. No. No way. This couldn’t be happening.

She would not cry, not in front of other people, let alone a stranger. Emotions she couldn’t place were whirling about inside her so fast. But her face was blank as she willed the tears back. She felt very dizzy.

“Hm hm!” A small plump woman popped into her view, a troll? She leaned in close, examining her eyes. “It would seem it is indeed a curse on your eyesight. Or is it perhaps a different version of soul loss…? Your eyes are voided out like another one of our Cadets, but his are white, yours are black. What do you see?”

Wisty fought off tears. “There’s no color. I can’t see color, I--they-- they took color from me...they--”

“Interesting, interesting…and how else do you feel?” Tracy continued.

The room was spinning.

“I...uh…kin...kinda...dizzy...” Wisty mumbled. “I think ‘m gonna b’ sick…”

 “Hmm, you might be in shock. How about we… …”

The rest of the nurse’s words were lost to the static roar that started in Wisty’s ears. Everything sounded very far away all of a sudden, she herself felt like she was floating. She could see things, hear things, but she couldn’t make sense of any of it. She tried to breathe in steadily, but her chest was burning. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She felt herself falling freely through space.

Where was the color?

---

It was quiet when Wisty came to again. Jeez...what happened? Had they fainted?

They opened their eyes, slowly.

It was no less gut-wrenching the second time.

The world was still in grayscale, and the sickening feeling swelled inside them all over again. They looked around and listened, eyes already brimming with tears. They were alone. Good.

They buried their face into their knees and sobbed. They sobbed until they felt like they were going to be sick. Their throat was tight and their head pounded, they cried until they had no tears left. The colorful world they’d loved so much was gone. And it wasn’t going to come back. Small wails mixed in with their sobs, thankfully muffled by the blankets.

Finally, they calmed themself down with a series of long sighs that shook their frame. They wiped their eyes and looked around, sniffling. Urgh, now they’d given themself a nasty headache and they couldn’t breathe through their nose. They slipped out of bed to find the bathroom. They could use some cold water on their face. 

Wisty approached the door and went to open it, only to have it swing forward on its own, causing them to yelp in response.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t--excuse me--” 

The pair of legs in the doorway bent down, and an incredibly tall ghoul ducked through the threshold.

“Ahem.” He straightened himself up to his full height, easily over nine feet. “Apologies cupcake, I didn’t see you there. Actually, should you even be out of bed? You haven’t been taking your curse very well.”

Wisty squirmed and hastily wiped at her eyes. “I, um, I actually feel fine now. I just wanted some water.”

He leaned down, putting his face too close to hers, and gently pressed a long pointed finger onto her cheek. She resisted the urge to shrink away. What if he noticed--

“Now, why the waterfalls?”

Crap.

“I. Um.”

The ghoul studied her expression and grinned widely with a chuckle, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. Wisty averted her gaze. What colors was he? Frustrated tears bubbled up again. The ghoul cocked his head and continued to grin. Then his eyebrows hopped up and his smile dropped in surprise.

“Oh my. That doesn’t look normal.”

“H-Huh?” Wisty wiped at her eyes and was startled to smell...what was that? Ink? She pulled her hand away.

Some sort of dark substance was smeared across the back of her hand. She looked at it. Looked up at the ghoul. Back to the ink. Then the ghoul. He stared back with a surprisingly calm expression.

“Side effect of your curse, perhaps?” he suggested.

Fighting back the urge to just up and scream, Wisty replied, “Uuuhhhhh maybe? Hope this isn’t a permanent thing-”

“Yo Pin, quit hoggin’ the doorframe!” 

A girl with long gelatinous-looking hair squeezed past the ghoul, her eyebrows also hopping up when she saw Wisty.

Oh, you’re awake! ‘S about time too, you were startin’ to freak us all out! Especially after you fainted right outta the bed.”

She stuck her hand out, and Wisty took it in her own. The girl’s hand was very warm.

“I’m Bianca Frost, and this is my partner Pinprick! We make up Team B of Black Cauldron. We found you in an alley.”

“Oh--oh my god, you guys saved me? Thank you!!”

Bianca shrugged and rubbed the back of her head, looking away.

“Eh, it was nothin’. I’m just sorry we didn’t find you sooner. Uh, how are ya feelin’ now? You know your eyes are...uh, leaking, right?”

“Y-Yeah, dunno what’s up with that. I’m...better. It’s still kinda a big shock,” Wisty rubbed at her eyes again. “Do you have a bathroom in here? I wanted to get some water and clean my face.”

At her insistence that she felt fine enough to do it herself, Bianca pointed Wisty in the direction of the restrooms. They were easy to find, tucked around the corner from a bar area. There were several people sitting at tables, and they all swiveled their heads to stare at her as she walked by. With a weird flip in her stomach, Wisty hurriedly shut the door behind her as whispers began.

Purposefully avoiding the mirror, they splashed their face with water, sighing as it soothed their itchy, swollen eyes. Wisty braced themselves, head hanging with one hand on either side of the sink. They stared down at the wisps of ink mixing with the water as it all swirled down the drain. They could deal with this. It would be fine. They’d be fine. They’d find a way to keep making art, this was fine. They cupped their hands under the stream and took several thirsty gulps. This was manageable. People got cursed all the time. (As unfortunate as that was.) 

Wisty sighed again. They wondered if the curse affected how their eyes looked. Steeling themself, they looked in the mirror. Their eyes were completely black, no visible iris or sclera to be seen. 

“Whoooooooaaaa,” They couldn’t help the exclamation as they leaned in closer, staring at their reflection with wide eyes. “Haha, what the hell…?”

They pulled their eyelid down and rolled their eyeball around, looking this way and that; the whole thing was as solid and black as an 8 ball and reflected no light. Kinda like that pigment of black they used once-

A thought struck them- what would people think if they saw their eyes? Would they avoid her? Would people commission art from a cursed person who couldn’t even see the colors she was using? Cursed people in Salem were viewed with pity, and sometimes worse, outright scorn for being damaged goods. Would they have to wear sunglasses or something? What if--

There was a knock on the door.

Pin’s -that was his name right?- voice sounded on the other side, muffled, “Hey cupcake, are you almost done in there? John wants to talk to you.”

John? Who’s that…? Wisty opened the door. Two people dressed in Ironmaiden uniforms were waiting to greet her. One was a tall, imposing-looking woman with her greying hair neatly twisted into a bun. She looked severe, but her eyes looked at Wisty gently. Next to her was an equally-tall oxen hybrid, standing with his arms crossed. He looked at Wisty just as kindly, despite his intimidating appearance. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, clenching it in her hands.

“You’re Wisteria Inkwell, correct?” the woman asked. Wisty nodded.

“My name is Elanor Pan, founder of Black Cauldron. This here is John Bullock, chief of the Iron Maidens.”

“We wanted to ask you a few questions. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” John said, noting Wisty’s sudden nervous expression. “We wanted to ask you about the witch that cursed you. It’s our understanding they got away after attacking you.”

“Oh, no! I don’t mind at all…” Wisty replied, feeling relief wash over her.

“Good. Now, if you’ll come this way…” John ushered Wisty into another room. Before the door closed, she looked back at the entourage that was still gathered. They all stared at her. 

Wisty rubbed at her eyes.

---

She ambled back out the door a good while later, now rubbing at her temple. John and Ela had peppered her with questions about her assailant until her head was spinning. They certainly were thorough. She’d drawn them a picture of the witch that had cursed her, which ate up even more time as she tried to recall as many details about them as possible. Then...more questioning. A drop of whatever-the-heck was dripping out of her eyes nearly ruined the whole damn drawing. 

Wisty wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to have happen. Did she want the witch to be arrested? Did she want revenge? Out of all the things she was feeling, anger wasn’t very high on the list at the moment. Both John and Ela had assured her the drawing she made, as well as the details she provided, would be put on the wanted board in Black Cauldron.

On that topic… Ela had said…

The people still in the bar area chose that moment to pounce, all but swarming around her.

“Hey! Did Ela talk to you about becoming a Cadet?”

“What kind of curse do you have?”

“Want some soda?”

They were all talking over each other so loudly Wisty could hardly piece together what any one person said. She was luckily saved by Elanor, who swept out of the room behind her.

“Really now! I’d said there’d be time for introductions later, but this poor child has had a very long day and she certainly doesn’t need to be bombarded by you all at once. I know you’re all excited about the prospect of a new Cadet, but please, be considerate. Don’t scare them off just yet!” she said, a good-humored smile curving her mouth. She placed a hand on Wisty’s shoulder and looked down at her, still smiling. “Think about my offer, won’t you? I think you’d be a valuable member here.”

“I’ll think about it, for sure,” Wisty said.

Ela nodded. “Good. In the meantime, would you like to stay here awhile until you’re feeling better? Maybe get yourself acquainted with some of our Cadets here.”

“I’m- Thank you very much Mrs. Elanor-” Wisty managed to squeak out as Bianca grabbed her wrist and began to pull her away.

“Just Ela is fine, dear!”

Bianca ushered a bewildered Wisty into a seat, and the remaining chairs at the table were very quickly filled in. A stout girl with hair that curled at the ends trotted up to the crowd, notepad in hand.

“Hi! I’m Cameilla, a waitress here. Can I get you anything to drink?” she chirped, smiling wide. 

“I’d looooove a soda-” a boy at the table started. “She was talking to the new kid, not you,” someone else retorted. 

“Well...if it’s not too much trouble, I’m literally dying for a lemonade right now,” Wisty said.

Cameilla smiled and hopped away towards the kitchen. “Cameilla is the youngest Cadet,” Bianca said. “She’s not keen on the whole fighting thing, so she works as a waitress here instead!” 

She returned a very short time later with Wisty’s lemonade, and the questions began. 

The first to speak was Pinprick. “So, my dear, care to share with the rest of the class? Why don’t we get those introductions out of the way.”

“Oh! I’m Wisteria. Just Wisty is fine.”

Everyone looked at her expectantly. One of the Cadets tapped near their eyes and pointed at her.

“Oh right, my curse. Well...I can’t see color anymore,” Wisty found it was easier to talk about than she had anticipated. “I can still see and all, but it’s like--you know black and white photographs? It’s like that. I can still see value, but all the hue and saturation is gone.”

There was a wave of nods and aaaaaah’s that quickly turned into a collective scream as a thick, viscous liquid trickled down Wisty’s cheeks.

“Holy shit your eyes are melting!!”

“No no no no they’re not! They’ve been doing this ever since I woke up. I’m...really hoping this isn’t a thing my eyes just do now…” 

Bianca slid a napkin dispenser her way and Wisty grabbed several, hurriedly rubbing at her face, grumbling in frustration.

“I swear, if this is just a thing for me now I’m gonna go feral,” she muttered.

“Being colorblind looks pretty metal,” a boy with glowing white eyes said, blowing a cloud of smoke out through his teeth. A cigarette was clenched between them.

Wisty wrinkled her nose and tried not to gag into the napkin. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke. The Cadet sitting next to the boy must have noticed, because he deftly yoinked it out of his comrade’s mouth.

“Yo Harvey, what the hell man?!” the boy squawked as the person in a bunny mask crumpled the cigarette in his hand.

“If you paid any attention to her face, you’d have seen your smokestack was making her sick, dumbass.” He turned to Wisty and stuck out his non-ash covered hand, which Wisty took and shook. “I’m Harvey. I make weapons for Cadets here. This idiot next to me is Dex.”

Dex gave a short wave, grinning widely. “Yep, that’s me! Dex, the resident heartthrob.”

Wisty blinked. “Oh, I’ve seen you before! You nearly ran me over with your bike once.”

Everyone present swiveled their heads to stare at Dex. He blinked.

“I’m sorry about him. He tragically lost all his brain cells years ago.“

“...I did?”

“Oh my god Dex that is NOT what you say to someone you nearly flattened with your dumb bike!”

“Hey! DeeDee is NOT dumb! She--ow ow ow ow!” his words cut off with a squeal as Harvey sitting next to him grabbed him in a headlock.

“I’m sorry about him. He tragically lost all his brain cells years ago.“

Wisty couldn’t help but giggle. “Um, have you all been here long?”

“Some of us have, yeah,” Harvey said. He released his hold on Dex, who sucked in air theatrically.

“Caldwell, the guy workin’ behind you? He helped form BC with Ela. They go way back,” Pinprick said. “Then we all joined one by one! There’s many more of us who aren’t here right now, but it’d be lovely if you met them, cupcake. We’re definitely a rag-tag bunch with a myriad of curses to match.”

Bianca tossed her hair, grinning in a way that seemed very much prideful. “A witch set me on fire and I turned into a lava elemental! Best thing that ever happened to me!” 

“I mean, it’s fairly obvious for me,” Pinprick added, grinning equally widely. “Black Cauldron’s resident ghoul.” 

Harvey was silent until Dex leaned on him hard enough to nearly push him off his chair.

“Oh god fine!” he relented, placing a hand on Dex’s face and shoving him away. “I was dared by some buddies of mine to put this mask on and it never came off,” he said. “Happy now?” he added to Dex, who was watching him with his chin in his hands, smiling mischievously. 

“How do you eat then?!” Wisty balked.

“With a straw, duh.”

“What about you, Dex? Wh-”

“Sooooo!” Dex cut in. “Are you thinking about becoming a Cadet?”

“I mean, Ela did make the offer to me. But I dunno how much of a help I’d be to be honest. Fighting sounds interesting, buuuuut all I’m really good at is making art.”

“We can help teach you, if you join. And Harvey can make you a weapon!” Dex said. “And if ya want, maybe you could team up with someone, like Alphus over there, or—”

“I work alone, Dex boy,” the woman leaning on the wall nearby said.

Wisty shrunk in her seat.

“Oh, don’t mind her cupcake, she can be a little standoffish towards everyone at first,” Pinprick said, placing a reassuring hand on Wisty’s shoulder, nearly knocking her off her chair. “Honestly Alphus, be nice!”

Alphus shrugged. “Hey, never said I was against backup if I’d ever need it, which I won’t. Just so long as no one gets in my way.”

“So what was this about you being an artist?” Harvey inquired.

“Oh yeah! I mostly do commission work and run my studio outta my apartment. You might’ve seen some of my stuff if you visit the underground city.”

“Oooooh, can you show us some of your work?”

“Can you draw something right now?”

---

It ended up being pretty late when Wisty finally set off back home. A slight breeze wafted through the city streets, and they initially felt oddly at ease, despite everything that had happened. But as they walked along, gazing at familiar sights, a pit opened up in the bottom of their stomach. How were they going to deal with this? What would they tell their friends? Their family? The streetlamps that once felt so warm seemed frigid now, a dull grey. Values were mixing together and hard to tell apart. Wisty impatiently flicked away yet another trickle of black from their right eye.

Black Cauldron…

They’d heard of them for a long time, but they never imagined they might end up joining one day. And even now, they were still unsure. Everyone they had met were very friendly, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to become a Cadet. Maybe they could make recruitment posters or something. Or something. The last thing they wanted to be was a hindrance to anyone. 

A single day at a time.

“Ugh!” Wisty shouted aloud, throwing their fists in the air.

They had time to think it over, even Ela had said so! There was no rush.

They’d take it one day at a time.

[okaybutlikeimagine]

Max getting jealous of Billy's and El's relationship cause she got the big brothers always wanted right off the bat while max suffered with douchebag billy for years. Angst ensues, naturally.

Yes. yes. And YES. (I hope you don’t mind that I mixed these two!!)

Okay i have so many thoughts about this and w/ every little thing i write that includes Billy and El i think about what it must do to Max. bc i love Max and I wanna give her hugs and ohmygod guys MAX.

(And i should probably preface this by saying I haven’t read Runaway Max so i don’t necessarily know what’s canon but also i’ve been melting canon down to what i want it to be so i guess this won’t be very different from what I normally do, huh??)

Anyway i talked about it in the ask prior to this but I Highly Believe that Billy and Max’s relationship pre-move-out-mayhem was bitchy at most. Like I think they were snarky and a little rude to each other but they were still supportive. Bc they lived in a house w/ a man who got mad so frequently. and i don’t think Neil ever touched or ever will touch Max (i have extended thoughts on this but we don’t have to get into it here, i’ll just leave it at the gist) but Max knows something is wrong. Sees the bruises on Billy’s face and hears the yelling and the harsh sounds and harsher words. Never ever talks about it bc Billy always barks at her if she tries. But she’ll let him have the last popsicle he loves so much or she’ll let him take as much time as he wants fixing his hair in the bathroom in the morning or just any little thing that makes something even a little better. Bc she’s still a kid at this point, there’s not a lot she can do, but she can do little things like that.

And i headcanon Billy as having been a brat but still doing things for her. Like when he has to babysit her and he’ll take her down to the boardwalk and buy her an ice cream but he’s like: “Don’t get used to it.” as if he didn’t just do something super nice. He does her hair for her bc as a kid she was Helpless at putting her hair up and so he started helping her and just never stopped. Did her hair for her bc it was easier than sitting down to teach her. Cooks dinners for her or even w/ her when Neil and Susan are out to dinner or out of town or whatever. Drives her to school every day when he gets a car and they argue over music but really she kind of likes his music, even though she’d never tell him. She gets into some of the bands he likes and steals a couple of the band shirts he lifted from stores when they get too small for him. He teaches her how to skate and even gives her his board when he gets his car. She’s ecstatic about it and he brushes it off by pulling at her hair and saying: “Whatever, dipshit, now I won’t have to drive you to the candy store or wherever it is you go.”

She punches his arm.

He chuckles and kicks at her heel lightly as they walk.

They just… they’re brats but they’re SIBLINGS. And yeah they’re half siblings but Billy is adamant in S2 about the fact that they’re family. That boy loves Max and Max loves Billy bc they grew up w/ each other and faced so much shit together.

But right before the move… and during the move… and after the move…

Billy gets so rough. He’s angry all the time. Stops doing her hair and yells at her when she asks. Laughs when she tries and fails to the point where she just leaves her hair down and unbrushed bc it’s just easier. He’s on edge all the time and takes it out on her and he vaguely sees himself doing it but he’s red and angry and uncaring bc fuck this fuck all of this.

He blames everything he sees bc it’s easy and facing the reality of his whole situation is hard and he’s just tired. Wants to be given a break but he hasn’t been given a break for years now so he’s absolutely exhausted. He kicks and punches walls and he slams his door in Max’s face when she asks him a question and he shuts himself away bc it’s easier to do that than face anything and it’s bad. But Billy isn’t sure what qualifies as bad and good anymore, he just knows what hurts and what doesn’t and everything hurts but hiding almost makes it feel like it doesn’t. He used to not mind being his sister’s keeper but now he fucking has to babysit her goddamn 24/7 and he’s in a new town where he knows NOBODY and he can’t be open here bc it’s in the fucking midwest and he’s just angry and hurt and so damn fearful so he gets mad. Stressed. Takes it out on everything and everyone and Max.

So Max loses her brother.

She loses him mentally and emotionally and then she loses him physically.

Bc Hop finds out, and he adopts Billy, and then Billy’s gone. But Billy makes it very clear to her once he’s gone that “If anything and I mean absolutely anything happens with Neil, you tell me straight away. Got it? I’m living with the goddamn Chief of Police now, we’ll get that guy in jail so fast I swear.”

Max just nods.

But nothing ever happens. Neil is kind of a dick but he doesn’t get as angry. He’s strict but not physical. It makes Max angry though bc she hates the thought that it was just Billy that made him so horrible. She doesn’t wanna believe it. Sure this man gave her her brother but she hates him for pushing him away.

And Max loves El. She really does. She loves El to the moon and back, hanging out with her is an absolute blast, having a friend who’s a girl feels like a godsend sometimes bc boys are stupid and girls are soft and pretty and lovely.

And she tries real hard not to be jealous of El. She really really does. And she tries real hard not to get mad at Billy either, really. It’s just that…

It sucks. And it hurts. Bc Billy is so calm with El. He’s so brotherly and caring and good with her. He takes her to ice cream and does her hair and jokes around with her. He lets her brush his hair and he buys cookies and stuff for her and they have little inside jokes now. He’s soft and gentle with her. He shows her new music and he hugs her all the fucking time and wow it sucks.

Because Max had to deal with all of it before it became this. Saw all of Billy’s pain and felt pain in her heart over it and then saw through Billy giving her pain and felt physical pain over that and then saw him leave and now feels emotional pain over the fact that she doesn’t get him anymore.

And he still drives her to school everyday. He still drives her around when she asks, even if he bitches about it. He shows her new music and he willingly hands over his too small band shirts. He’s still a protective little shit over her. He hangs out with her and messes around w/ her when she goes over to visit El.

But the thing is… El gets to keep him… and Max has to go home to no one.

And Max likes her mom. Would never wanna leave her mom. Her mom is the one thing that keeps her grounded to her previous life- her life even before Billy. Dealing with dickish Neil is sometimes worth it bc she still has her mom.

But her mom isn’t really home all that much. And even when she is, hanging out with her isn’t as cool or fun; sometimes it’s kind of draining. She just wants her brother back.

And Max is a goddamn firecracker too. Just like her brother. She’s hotheaded and straightforward and she just gets so frustrated bc whatthefuck. But she doesn’t wanna lash out at El bc it’s not El’s fault and she doesn’t really wanna lash out at Billy bc she’s happy he’s happy now but goddamnit she had to deal with all of the trauma and now El gets him at his best without the worst and she’s just pissed.

So sometimes she’ll get fed up. She’ll come over to hang out and she hears Billy and El making their own little inside jokes and watches Billy pick El up and swing her around while El giggles and sees Billy helping El read things like titles to movies or cereal boxes or ice cream cartons and Max’s face will get red and she’ll storm out of the cabin grumbling about skating home.

And Billy doesn’t like that, doesn’t really want her skating home from here, so he follows her out, leaving El inside, shouting: “Wait up, Max, I’ll drive you.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Quit being a brat, you shouldn’t be skating that far this late.”

“Me skating home never worried you before.”

“Cut it out, I just don’t want anything happening to you-”

And Max turns, face red, hair in flames around her head as it whips around her and she yells: “You’re not my brother anymore!”

And Billy is seriously taken aback. Bc to him he never stopped being her brother but here Max is, angry and spitting in his direction with her anger, gripping her board tight and her nose crunching up in that way he almost forgot about.

Max huffs.

“Just go have fun with your new sister.”

Billy’s chest flares up.

“Fine, shitbird!”

Max gets on her board and shoots a middle finger up behind her as she skates away. Billy slams the door when he heads back inside.

And they make up real fast. A few days later El wants to see Max to go shopping and there’s no one to drive them but Billy. So they’re a little pissy with each other but Billy gets them a couple of sodas and Max hip checks him a few times so he knows they’re cool again.

But there’s still that tense feeling in her chest. That sick feeling in her throat. That pounding in her head as El tries on a bunch of shirts and Billy jokes around with El and ruffles her hair and pokes her forehead.

She watches them interact and it presses at her chest too hard so she forces herself to speak. She needs it off her chest she needs it gone.

“Billy?”

“Mm?” He grunts out.

“Do you… like El more than me?”

And god something about it cracks Billy’s heart. Bc he loves Max, he really does. He’s done so much in his life to protect her and help her and teach her. They grew up for years together. They’ve been through too much shit for him to not love her. and he’s never seen her so self conscious before.

There’s a long pause of them sitting there, Billy’s head spinning a bit, before he looks to her and takes a dramatic sigh.

“You know… to be honest… I hate all of you runts just about the same.”

He chuckles when she punches him. “I’m being serious!”

“So am I! You big group of nerds leech all my money,” Billy begins counting the list on his fingers, “make me your personal driver, keep me from fucking my boyfrie-”

“Shut up! God you’re so grody!” Max shoves at his shoulder.

“Grody? Excuse me Max, grody? Who are you?”

She shoves him again and sighs. Billy watches her.

“What’s got you so worked up, brat?”

Max grumbles, nose scrunching up before she gives an angry huff.

“I hate this. I don’t want to hate it but… you’re supposed to be my brother.” She’s angry, face turning red but there’s almost tears in her eyes and Billy hates seeing them there. “And El gets you when you’re nice.” she tilts her head back against the wall and looks up to the ceiling. “I bet she doesn’t even know how much of a dick you can be.”

Billy chuckles.

“I’d beg to differ. I’m still being a dick.”

“Doubt it.”

“Seriously, Max. You know me, I was born a jerk.”

“Were not.” she mumbles. He flicks her ear in response.

She yelps. “Hey! Jerk!”

“See?” Billy laughs and lightly shoves her shoulder. “Quit worrying about it. I’m serious. Yeah El gets me now that I’m in a good spot but you understand me, y’know? We get each other. Or whatever.”

Max rolls her eyes but seems pretty pleased with the answer. Billy gives a satisfied grin before folding his hands behind his head and leaning back.

“Besides…” he drawls. “It’s no secret that Will is my actual favorite.”

Max punches his side and Billy makes a pained noise over his chuckle.

“See? Will wouldn’t hit me!”

Max rolls her eyes again but she’s smiling. She’s glad Billy still thinks of himself as her brother bc she doesn’t want him to go away. She lost him once and doesn’t wanna lose him again. 

And yeah it still kinda sucks… but she likes the relationship she has with Billy. Plus, after their little talk Billy starts being overly nice to the point where it’s clearly a joke. He grabs the sides of her head and gives a big, dramatic kiss to the top of it. He scoops her up into bone crushing hugs. He holds doors open for her and acts real dumb about it and starts calling her things like “Sister dear” to the point where Max just says: “Cut it out you’re being annoying. Just go back to being a jerk.”

He laughs and punches her shoulder lightly.

“You got it, shitbird.”

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Smut prompts. 26 & 8. Lay it on me. No point in putting a member we both know who you'll write.

WEIRD HOW YOU DIDN’T SPECIFY ANY OTHER BIAS EVEN THOUGH YOU TOTALLY COULD HAVE ALMOST AS IF…YOU’RE A CLOWN 

i have been literally dying to use this gif thank God

@illneverrecover I love you hope this isn’t trash I’m v sleep deprived due to a sick baby boy 

8 (“i seriously don’t think i’ve ever been this hard before, in my life.”) and 26 (“you’re so needy when you’re drunk… it’s cute.”) for baekhyun 

Warnings: phew ok, dirty talk, semipublic vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (condoms are friends kids), counter sex, this gets kinda soft too bc it’s my otp, Baekhyun being the little teasing shit we all know he is

Word Count: 1739 (Drabble my ass i have a lot of feelings about Jaekhyun okay)

You haven’t talked to your on again off again Baekhyun, in two days, and you can’t even remember why you’re leaving him on read, why you’re so mad every time you think of his name or his face or his stupid smile, the one that made your heart jump a little bit every time he gave it to you.

“I’m taking someone else home tonight.”

You’re throwing back a shot of vodka your best friend,  and you don’t like the way she smirks at you.

“You’re just gonna get drunk and call Baekhyun,” she says, and you frown.

“Watch me,” you say, and you head into the club.

After another couple of shots you end up flirting with a handsome man at a barstool and after a third, you’re sitting at a table with your legs up in his lap, one of his forearms draped over your thighs, and smiling at him.

That’s when the bottom of your chair is yanked sharply to the right and you squeal in surprise, feet sliding out of your new friend’s lap and onto the floor with a loud thud.

Before he even speaks you can swear you feel him, know it’s his mouth up against your ear, his arm sliding around your waist.

“Where you been, Jagi?”

“Having fun,” you snap back, before you even twist to look at him, your heart pounding, but he tightens his forearm around your waist, chin tucked onto your shoulder so that you can’t move.

It’s shadowy where he is, what’s he doing just fucking lurking there, waiting for you, watching you?

You open your mouth to ask him just that and he puts his mouth to your shoulder, sticks his tongue out to taste your skin and it comes out in a half moan instead.

“Without me?” His voice is quiet, words almost slow, and you wonder how much he’s had to drink before he got here.

“Yeah, I’m talking to my new friend. See him, over there?” You nod your head toward him, he’s just kind of sitting there, shellshocked, and you almost want to laugh.

You feel his breath huff out against your skin, a quick exhale out of his nostrils.

“He looks a little lost. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, Jagi, come on. You can do better than that, yeah?”

“What, like you?”

He nods, chin still tucked on your shoulder, and you wiggle in his grasp but he just keeps his forearm tight over your waist, just below your breasts, and to be honest you don’t fight that hard, almost lean back against his chest.

“Bet he doesn’t even know how to get you off. You think I should show him?”

He keeps one arm tight around you and walks the fingers of his other hand up your thigh, grabbing at the soft flesh of your inner thigh, beneath your skirt, and when he finds you bare, no panties, he inhales sharply.

“You came out like this? You must have been hoping I’d show up, yeah?”

You snort. “Wasn’t thinking of you at all.”

Goosebumps are popping up all over your thighs, your heart pounding, your stupid traitorous heart contradicting everything your brain wanted you to say.

He doesn’t speak again for a moment, but slides his fingers across your clit, just once, making you gasp.

“Think I should show him? Fuck you right here in front of him and everyone, show him how it’s done?”

“Stop it,” you say, meaning to hiss it but it comes out in a soft moan. “Take me home.”

You don’t even turn your head but you swear you can hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re so needy when you’re drunk…it’s cute.”

As soon as the Uber door closes, you’re regretting it, heart pounding when he puts his hand on your thigh, just where it was in the club and then he’s kissing your throat and you can’t think anymore.

He’s grabbing at your ass when you get to the hallway and you’re laughing at the doorway and turning to kiss him and instead of kissing you hard and deep like you expect, he brushes his nose against yours, once, twice, smiling at you, and why does that make your chest ache?

Why does everything about him hurt you?

He’s tugging up your skirt as he closes the door behind you, and you don’t make it out of the kitchen, he hefts you up by your ass and thighs to the counter, sucking marks across your cleavage, mouth feeling like a brand across your skin.

He tears down your top with one hand, mouth searching, while the other one is up your skirt, and he slides two fingers inside you without warning, raking his teeth across your nipple.

You cry out and buck your hips. “Take me to the bedroom,” you command, and he lifts his head to look at you, smirking a bit.

“Already? I missed you, Jagi. Want to take my time,” he says, and removes his fingers, making you whine.

He’s staring into your eyes when he pops them into his mouth, sucking slow, a low groan ripping from his throat. 

“Missed the way you taste.”

You’re trembling, and you don’t know if it’s from lust or rage because part of you hates him for this, for making you this vulnerable, this weak.

“Taste me, then,” you say, not breaking eye contact, and that’s when he finally kisses you, hungry and hard, catching your bottom lip between his teeth but then kissing you deep again, one hand in your hair to push you to him, as if he can’t get enough.

You’re clawing at his shirt, popping buttons off and you don’t give a fuck if it’s expensive and it probably is, feeling like silk under your hands, and you get it off and you’re raking your nails across his chest and he’s moaning into your mouth and suddenly, carrying you to the bedroom, your thighs around his waist, his hands firmly on your ass.

He all but throws you on the bed, but you don’t give him time to climb on top of you, you’re up, nails scrabbling at the button of his jeans and he takes a deep breath and puts his hands over yours, a strangled chuckle coming from the back of his throat.

You look up at him, give him your best seductive eyes. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want me?”

That strangled chuckle turns into a groan and he rubs a hand across his face.

“Fuck. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before, in my life. Of course I want you. I always want you.” He almost mutters that last part, voice low, and your whole body is vibrating, skin on fire.

But he still keeps his hands over yours, even when you pout up at him.

“Gotta tell me you want me, too, Jagi,” he says, planting kisses on your inner thighs before crawling up on his knees on the bed, and you let out a whining moan.

“You know I do.” You say, eyes on his and you’re breathing hard, almost angry.

“Need you to say it, baby. Please?” He’s got one hand on your thigh again, kneading the flesh there, keeping his eyes on yours, his own big and dark.

“I want you. I want you, Baek, please,” you finally burst out, arching your back, doing your best to display your body but he only darts a quick glance down to your breasts before he’s towering over you, finally, finally shoving down his jeans and underwear to slide inside you, and you’re so slippery wet by this point that he glides right in.

The way he’s looking at you, you’d think he’d fuck you slow and deep, but he’s just full of surprises tonight, and fucking you so hard your head is tapping the headboard.

The sounds he’s making has heat coiling in your lower stomach, and you grab ahold of the back of his thighs, rocking your hips into his, off the bed, meeting him with every stroke, breathing out his name over and over.

“Fuck. Fuck. Missed this so much, Y/n,” and he so rarely says your name that you squeak a little as he slams into you, still looking down into your eyes.

You start to squeeze them shut as you approach your orgasm but he grabs your chin in his hand.

“Hey. Don’t, yeah? Be here with me? Please?” It’s such a question, something pleading in his voice, such a contradiction to how hard he’s fucking you, how his breath is getting short.

Your eyes pop open and you force yourself to look at him, heart pounding, and when you come it feels like you might explode, crying out curses and leaning up to dig your nails into his shoulderblades, pulling him down to kiss you.

He cries out your name into your mouth when he comes and then brushes his nose against yours again, once, twice.

Stop it, you want to say. Stop it, you don’t mean it, you’ll get angry with me tomorrow and take it all back, all this soft, all these moments that I want to keep with me.

In the end, you just smile, let him pull you into his arms after, and when the day breaks, you feel like you’ve barely slept.

He’s got his face buried in your neck, snoring gently, and you carefully move his arm off your waist and sit up in bed before suddenly he jerks awake, sits up and locks his forearm around your waist again, just as he did the night before.

“Y’n,” he says, voice almost gravelly with hangover and sleep, “you’ll stay, yeah?”

He’s asking but it isn’t as if you have a choice, with his arm locked around you and the way he’s tugging you back into bed, making these little whining noises in the back of his throat when you turn your back to him.

You roll over, rolling your eyes a bit, but you’re smiling when he touches his forehead to yours, breathes deep like he’s breathing you in, brushes his nose against yours again. Once. Twice.

“You’ll stay, yeah?” He asks, again, voice low and soft.

You don’t know what he’s asking you, don’t know if he means this morning or for a while or forever, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?

“Yeah, Baek. I’ll stay.”

[sara-scribbles]

If youre taking requests can we have fbyleth being in love with Hubert but he cant return her feelings bc of his duties to Edelgard but he does love her and byleth develops hanahaki? Maybe end with angst and whether she lives or dies is up to you :)

Daffodil Heart

Hubert/F!Byleth

Note: I had to look this up, but it’s an interesting concept. Since you asked for angst, I tried to make it as angsty as possible. I think living is far worse than death sometimes.

This takes place post-time skip, and after everything is over. May contain some spoilers for Crimson Flower route.

———

Her heart was beating faster than usual. Her palms felt a bit too warm. For the first time in her life, Byleth could understand how others felt when nervous. Of course she had felt nervous before, but she had never experienced the symptoms that came with the feeling. A part of her liked the feeling of her heart thumping quicker. It told her she was alive. She was normal. She wasn’t truly a demon like her title said.

Waiting near the ruined Goddess Tower, she wondered if Hubert would show up. He had been busy ever since the end of the war. Edelgard wanted to eliminate those who slither in the dark as soon as possible. But she also wanted to start her reforms. It was a balancing act that she needed to juggle carefully. 

Byleth tried to help as best as she could. However Hubert seemed to take on most tasks as he was the Emperor’s right hand. When she had left the letter on his desk, she had almost taken it back. However, she decided she needed to face him. After everything she had gone through - teaching at Garreg Mach, nearly dying in a black abyss, fighting in a war, and taking on the Immaculate One - this should be a simple task. Or at least that was what she told herself. Matters of the heart were still a foreign concept for her. She was still learning.

Finally she saw him coming toward her. His mostly black ensemble was hard to miss. Clenching her hands and taking a deep breath, Byleth readied herself. Facing him she felt her heart give a few more quick thumps.

“I hope you have called me out here for a good reason,” he said, piercing eyes studying her.

Byleth swallowed the lump in her throat. “This may not seem important to you, however it is important to me.” He nodded, his full attention on her. “I have been figuring out my feelings ever since…ever since the end of the war. I’ve realized that I feel even more than I used to. And, I’ve been told that it is best to share my feelings.”

He was frowning, most likely unsure where she was going with her words. She continued, “I…I love you, Hubert. I don’t know when I started loving you, but I know I do.” A fond smile formed on her lips. “I wish, if possible, to spend my life with you.”

The dark haired man was silent. His face showed no emotions, but he would not meet her gaze. Something acidic burned in the back of her throat as he finally answered. “I cannot return your feelings. I’m sorry.” He met her gaze then; his eyes were distant and cold. “My life belongs to Her Majesty. I am her servant, and cannot be anymore to anyone else.”

It felt like the blood in her veins had frozen over. Her heart, which had been beating rapidly, felt heavy and painful. She wanted to hide and run at the same time. Swallowing, she nodded. “I understand. Thank you for hearing me out,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

She left before he could say more. As her feet took her to her room, everything went by in a blur. There was a roaring sound in her ears that drowned out every other noise. Closing the door to her room, she slowly slid down the wood until she was sitting on the floor. Staring blankly at her hands, she wondered if this was what heartbreak felt like.

Her chest felt like it was being constricted. She found it hard to breathe every time she took a breath. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed so tight it felt painful. Clutching her chest, she tried to stabilize her breathing, but her throat felt like it had closed.

No.

There was something actually stuck in her throat. Byleth coughed as she tried to clear it. It felt painful the way it was stuck in her windpipe. Pounding her chest, she finally managed to pull up whatever was stuck in her throat. Covering her mouth, she spat the object out. In her hand was a slightly crumpled flower. Brows drawing together, she couldn’t fathom where it had come from.

It was a bright yellow. The flower had six petals and a slight trumpet shape in the middle. Byleth stood up and tossed the flower in the trash. However another coughing fit started and another flower laid in her hand. She frowned as worried bubbled up.

The flower was partially covered in blood

———

A few weeks had passed and Hubert hadn’t seen Byleth. He tried not to think too much about the reason why. However in the few quiet moments he had, he would replay the scene at the Goddess Tower in his mind. Over and over, he tried to recreate it. He tried to think of ways it could have ended differently. Ways that it didn’t end with Byleth leaving with that expression on her face. Yet every time it ended the same.

He shook his head. There was not much he could do. After all he had pledged his life to Emperor Edelgard and her cause. Distracting himself with unnecessary things would only hinder his abilities. Even if he felt the same way, he could not allow himself to accept. Maybe after everything was settled he could…

Hubert pulled himself out of that train of thought. Even after those who slither in the dark were eliminated, Emperor Edelgard would need him to spread her reforms. It was for Byleth’s best interest to find someone else. He would not be able to give her the love she deserved. Not when his duties outweighed his personal life.

As he stalked through the church, he wondered how someone like her could fall in love with him. It was no secret that many saw him as a rat who only served the Emperor. He didn’t care what they called him. His hands were sullied by the many things he had done. Still, how could someone so bright and loved by many fall for him? Hearing her confess her feelings had made his heart burst with joy. For a brief second, Hubert had forgotten about his duties. In those seconds he had imagined his life with Byleth, and it was beautiful. However reality quickly pulled him back.

Arriving at the meeting room, he took his usual seat next to the Emperor. Despite trying not to, his eyes went over to the empty chair at the opposite head of the table. “Will the professor not be joining us again?” Edelgard inquired.

“I do not know, your majesty. I have not seen her for the past few days.” The words felt bitter in his mouth.

She drummed her fingers on the table. “Is she sick?” He could hear the worry in her voice,

“Not that I am aware. Though Manuela would know.” His sharp gaze met the older woman.

The former opera singer sighed and glanced around. “As far as I know, she’s as fit as a fiddle. She hasn’t come to me in a while.”

At least he felt some relief knowing she wasn’t sick. “Perhaps the professor is just busy with other things. I’ll be sure to find out, Emperor Edelgard.”

“Please do-” The door opened with a squeak, and the object of their discussion walked in. Hubert felt his stomach drop as he finally laid eyes on her. Her skin was a sickly pale, almost gray. Her eyes were dull and she barely gave anyone a glance. Her usually vibrant hair hung limply as if all life had been drained. What was worse was the way her eyes had sunken into her face. Dark circles made them even more noticeable. There was no light in her eyes. It felt like looking at the eyes of a dead fish.

“I apologize for-” she coughed in a handkerchief “-missing the last few meetings. I’ve been under the weather.” She took her seat and quickly hid the tissue in her coat pocket.

“My teacher….you do not look well. Perhaps you should rest, and Manuela can prepare a tonic for you,” Edelgard suggested. The Emperor’s brows were creased in worry. Everyone was staring at her in shock. Except Linhardt, who was napping.

Byleth waved her off. “I’m fine. Let’s start this meeting.”

Hesitant, Edelgard started the debriefing. Throughout, Byleth would have coughs that seemed to shake her whole body. Hubert found himself watching her rather than listening to the meeting. By the end, he had taken little notes, but his concern had increased greatly.

Once everyone was dismissed, Byleth quickly left. Hubert followed after her. “Byleth.” She waited for him as another cough wracked her body. “I think you should go see Manuela.”

She looked at him tiredly. “I will. Is there something else you need?”

There was a lot he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. “No. Just get better. For your sake and her majesty’s.”

Nodding, she continued on her way. He watched as she was joined by Linhart. The usually sleepy looking man was waving his hands around. Byleth merely nodded before following him. He wanted to ask where she and Lindhardt were going, but he had no right to pry into her business. He had no right to feel any way about who she talked with.

Yet he took a step forward as if to go after her, but stopped himself. He felt something under his foot. Stepping back, he had trampled over a bloody flower. Despite being completely covered in blood, he could discern that it was a daffodil. Where on earth it had come from was beyond him. He sighed before turning back to the meeting room. The Emperor had wanted to discuss something with him after the meeting. Ever dutiful, Hubert was ready to hear what she had to say, and if necessary, execute her orders.

———

“It seems that the illness has progressed rather quickly. I’d say that it’s in the third stage based on the amount of flowers you’ve been coughing up.” Linhardt scribbled on his notes. “The few papers we’ve found on your disease say that progression varies from person to person. Tell me, has anything else changed?”

Byleth stared at the flickering flame of the lamp on the table. “I’ve found it harder to breathe. Doing simple training exercises wind me. I also can’t sleep with the amount of coughing I do.”

“Well that’s not a good sign. If you reach the final stage, you’ll die. Have you thought about what I told you last time?” He eyed the diagram of the lungs that was covered in roots and flowers. It had been hastily drawn by whoever had left the notes.

“Yes. I…I think I’ll do the removal. Dying is…it’s not an option I want if there is a way to live.” She knew her father would have scolded her for taking so long to decide. She had spent long nights deciding. The side-effect to the surgery was of little consequence in the long run. Or so she hoped.

Linhardt studied her. “Are you sure? You do know the consequence.”

She nodded. “Yes.” Perhaps gaining her emotions hadn’t been such a good thing. Because of them she had gotten a rare disease. It would be her of all people to contract such a thing. The coughing and spitting up flowers drained her so much. She could barely remember a night of restful sleep. In her current state she was no use to anyone.

“Alright, I’ll let Hanneman and Manuela know. We’ll do the surgery tomorrow.” Closing his book, Linhardt seemed to drift off in thought. “This will be quite interesting to observe.”

Closing her eyes, she felt…relieved. Relieved that once the disease was removed, she could go back to how she was before. And perhaps relieved that she would never feel heartbreak again. For someone who had faced down many foes in battle, she was a coward when it came to her feelings.

Hacking up more flowers on her way to her room, she let them fall on the ground. A bloody trail of flowers stained the grass as a morbid decoration.

———

Once again he was at the Goddess Tower, However, this time he had been the one to ask for a meeting. He adjusted his gloves once more. Seeing Byleth coming to him, he attempted to calm his nerves. If they were from fear or something else, he wasn’t sure. However he was sure on one thing. And that was that he needed to tell Byleth how he really felt.

Up close he could see that she was in better health. She seemed to be over whatever had ailed her a while ago. He was thankful for that. 

“Is there something wrong?” she asked. She was giving him one of her blank stares. He hadn’t been on the receiving end of those stares in a long time.

“Nothing is wrong. I wanted…I wanted to discuss you and me.” He coughed. “To think, I had rehearsed a long preamble. Now, when it matters, it’s all vanished from memory as suddenly as the morning dew. To the point, then. I…I love you. I have for a while. However I thought that my obligation to Her Majesty came before my own happiness. But it seems I cannot hide how I feel about you from her, and she has given me her blessing.”

He watched her for a reaction. Yet, she merely blinked and tilted her head to the side. “I see…”

His ears burned. “I…I realize that last time I hurt you. That was not my intention. I executed everything wrong then. If you will still have me, Byleth, I will show you my love for the rest of our days.”

She stared at him for a moment longer before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Hubert. I cannot return your feelings anymore. I do not love you.” She said it plainly and simply as if discussing the weather. 

He felt a sharp pain in his chest. “I…I understand. I’m sorry I took so long to tell you the truth. Honestly,” he chuckled mirthlessly, “I deserve this more than anything else.”

“Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?” she asked, not at all bothered. 

“No. Thank you for hearing me out.” He almost laughed at how this scene echoed a month ago. Except their roles were reversed. Byleth nodded before leaving.

Perhaps he deserved to be alone. After all he had a chance to have a happy life, and he let it go.

———

The Tin Woman

“After a fierce battle, Byleth and Edelgard finally brought the tyranny of a godlike being to an end. Though wounded in the conflict and stripped of divine power, Byleth continued to fight alongside the emperor to bring true peace. After everything was said and done, she left to go traveling. Many who met her commented on how she seemed to be missing something. What it was no one could figure it out.”

The Lone Heart

“Hubert fulfilled his promise to confront those who slither in the dark head-on. Even after peace had reigned, and Edelgard’s wishes were brought to fruition, he continued to serve her. It was said he never found love. There were rare moments where pain surfaced in his eyes when he saw a certain someone. Even on his deathbed, it was said he seemed to hold a deep regret.”