#And the persons who betrayed them both have names that start with the letter H lmao

[juniaships]

Something about cartoon single dad getting betrayed by the one person they trusted and separated from their fanily, spending years stuck in a form they cant undo.

[urimaginespimp]

Three Months Apart

Tommy x Reader

angst + maybe a happy ending?

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Today was the day you were going to ask him.

You’ve been with Thomas for over six years. The countless parties and weddings you’ve attended together become more and more intolerable. All because every time you went to them, the more you wanted to have your own.  

It didn’t help that your family was pressuring you to it, no matter how against they were of your relationship. Your father often told you, that If you were going to associate yourself with such a dangerous family, might as well make sure you’re officially entitled to their protection.

You gave him the signs, hell even Polly and John started dropping their own hints at him to help you after they figured out what you’ve been trying to do. But as much as Thomas was one of the most intelligent people you know, he seemed to be oblivious about it.

Pacing back and forth outside his office, you were close to backing out when the door opened, revealing Thomas.

“Is there a reason why you’ve been pacing back and forth out here for the last three minutes?” your boyfriend asks you with a smile.

“I uh… wanted to talk.” You answered quietly, walking inside.

Thomas was confused with the nervousness of you voice. Closing the door, he turned to see you already on the seat in front of his desk, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Is there something wrong, Y/N?” He asked you.

“A friend of mine from London is getting married next month.” You don’t know how, but that lie just rolled off your tongue.

“Y/N, you know you don’t have to be nervous about asking me to be your date, right? We’ve gone through occasions like these about a hundred times.” He chuckled.

“Right. We’ve been through a lot of weddings.” You nodded, smiling. “But I never got the chance to ask you the very same thing I often ask my other unmarried friends.”

“Well shoot, darling.” He walked towards you and took the seat opposite yours.

“Do you think they’re making the right decision?" you finally asked him, feeling a rush out of your system. You didn’t even realize how tense this has been making you.

“Frankly, if it’s no benefit for a company, like let’s say an official alliance, then it’s a waste of time and money.” He answered nonchalant, taking a cigarette out of his pocket.

No matter how appalled you were at his response, you tried not to show it.

“Not even if they do love each other?” You felt your throat tighten up.

Thomas sighed. “If they really do love each other, they wouldn’t need to have such a unecessary event to shove it to other people’s face.”

“Good God, Thomas.” You whispered.

“Tom, it’s more than just telling the world how much you love each other. It’s also sealing devotion to each other. Giving them the gift of the right t-to let’s say, visit you in a hospital without having to wait for a real family member tell them that you are indeed the patient’s significant other. Or not having to deal with stupid people labeling you as their whore or temporary piece anymore.” You ranted to him, not being able to hold back in including your personal reasons.

“Is this what this is all about? You let those petty comments in your head even after years of being together?” He asked you, irritated. You stood up from your seat.

“I’m a woman, Thomas. And it’s quiet disappointing that at this time of age, being one still isn’t that significant. I quit my job for you. I left the comfort of my family’s home for you. Everyone I run into knows I’m with you. Now God forbid, but what would become of me if one of your dangerous antics would lead you to your demise? Who would hire a Shelby trash? And I might as well kill myself if I’d have to go back and hear my mother’s non-ending comments about me.”

“You know my family’s still going to take care of you.” He answered quietly, still wrapping his head around your sudden outburst.

“That’s not the point.” At this rate, you were gripping your dress to stop yourself from crying. Not until you ask him one more thing at least.

“Have you even thought about marrying me?” You blinked at him, hopefulness laced your voice.

But for the first time in the years you’ve been with him, Thomas Shelby was out for words in an argument. Your question left his mouth parted, trying to give you an answer.

Your stomach dropped. The defeated look on your face almost pushed him to give you the lie you wanted to hear, but he couldn’t do that to you.

“I understand." You said looking down at your dress and running your hands through it as if an effort to smooth it out, when you were only trying not to show the tears that have finally spilled.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself from the dreadful thing you were about to say next.

"I can’t do this anymore.” You barely said and willed your shaking self to walk out from him that day.

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That was three months ago.

You were in your father’s debt for helping you “disappear” off the radar for a little while. He sent you to live with a wealthy distant relative in the countryside, giving you time to pick yourself up and work on your personal happiness again.

It was safe to say that you were getting there, if it weren’t just for your own mind betraying you every once in a while, when you’d unexpectedly think or dream about him.

And of course, there were times where you almost regretted that day. You were already happy, right? But at the same time, it was better than spending more years before realizing he’d never marry you.

Thomas. You hadn’t heard directly from him ever since that day. Of course you gave a haste tearful goodbye to everybody, promising to write to them in the future. But it was a few letters from your sister that gave you a few updates.

She’d told you how he came to your family’s home a bunch of times on the first month, asking for your father’s favor to tell him where you were. On the second month he’d resort to calling every now and then, but on the third, there was nothing.

You guess he’d finally move on. And that was your cue to finally come home.

A few days back in your family’s home, one of your maids handed you an invitation to your name. It was dated a month back, but what caught your attention was that the seal was clearly already opened.

“It got delivered straight to the Shelbys first, miss.” She told you after seeing your confused expression.

Giving her a nod and a small smile, you opened it and saw that it was a formal invitation to a friend’s engagement party, set three nights from now.

“Should I send you sincerest regrets?” She asked you, and you stared back at her. “S-since you just got back from a trip.” She clarified awkwardly.

“No. Just go with me to find a dress tomorrow, please.”

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“I almost lost hope that you’d even come, Y/N” your friend hugged you as soon as she got you alone after introducing you to her betrothed.

“Don’t be daft. I’d never miss a chance to see my friends happy.” You smiled at her. “I never even knew you were dating someone.”

“Yeah, it’s for the family’s benefit. We like each other though, so it’s no problem.” She explained, chuckling. “So…” she continued. “Where have you been these past few months? I tried calling but all I got was that you’re out for a vacation.”

“I’m no longer with Thomas. Had to clear my head for a lil bit." You smiled awkwardly. Sooner or later you had to tell people anyway.

“Y/N I- I am so sorry for the invitation mishap. Had I known, I wouldn’t have sent it to his address or listed him as your plus one.” She squeezed your hand in remorse.

“It’s fine, really. You didn’t know.” You assured her.

She was smiling at you in gratitude, but something behind you caught her eye that made her gape in surprise. Curious, you turned your head and saw that it was no other than your ex-boyfriend heading your way.

“Do you want me to get someone to escort him out?” You friend asked in panic. Turning to face her, you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“No, I’ll handle it. What I want you to do is enjoy your party, okay?” You smiled reassuringly. Giving your hand one last squeeze, she excused herself when Thomas was a few steps away.

Turning to face him, you were surprisingly feeling calmer than expected.

“Mr. Shelby.” You addressed him with a curt nod.

“Can I talk to you in private?” he cut to the chase. You bit your tongue back from making a remark about his lack of greeting, after seeing how his eyes were pleading despite his cold tone.

“Lead the way.” You found yourself saying.

On your way to wherever he was going, you caught your friend’s worried eye, and gave her a playful scolding look for not enjoying herself like you asked. Sure enough, he led you both in an unoccupied room that looked like someone’s study.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, you were taken aback when he suddenly charged at you and engulfed you in his arms. Thankfully, you were quick enough to steady yourself so that you both wouldn’t fall.

“Please don’t ever call me that ever again.” He whispered in your ear, shakily.

“W-wha-“

“Mr. Shelby. Please don’t ever call me like I'm just some associate. I hate it.” He cut you off. Your eyes watered at the tone of his voice. It sounded like he was as miserable as you’ve been these past few months.

Unable to give him any response, he slowly finally let go of you from his embrace and faced you. Looking at him, he was in one of his expensive suits, but that could only take away a little of your attention from his real state.

He had never looked as tired as he does right now, he looked like he lost a few pounds, his skin was paler than usual. You resisted the urge to touch his face.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke up.

“I’m fine now, Thomas.” You answered, though the lone tear that rolled down your cheek said otherwise.

“I’m not.” He answered frankly. “These past three months have been hell, Y/N. I kept going to your father, begging him to tell me where you were, until Poll told me that the more I persisted, the longer I wouldn’t see you.” He wiped the tear on your cheek with his thumb.

“H-how did you know I’ll be here?” you whispered, still trying to find you voice.

“I opened the invitation. But I risked going here just without guarantee you'd come.” He explained to you.

“I was in a distant aunt’s home. I just had to get away.” You didn’t know what else to say, so you told him where you’ve been. “It had a big garden, and I was treated really well there. They gave me everything I requested, I got to ri-”

“Marry me.” He told you in the middle of your babbling, catching you off-guard once more. “It was selfish of me to merely think of marriage the way I did, without even thinking about how it would mean for you.”

Recovering from the shock, you shook your head at him.

“No.” You replied sternly.

“No?” the hurt in his tone didn’t go unnoticed.

“I don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t believe in Thomas. I left not because I didn’t love you anymore. I did it because we want different things, and we both deserve to be with someone who would have the same mindset as we do. Because yes, I would’ve just accepted your answer and be content with our relationship. But I knew that along the way I’d start to resent you. I never want that to happen.”

“But that’s the thing, Y/N.” He held both of your arms. “When you left, I thought about everything you said and asked. You asked if I ever thought about marrying you. No, I haven’t, but I always thought about spending my life with you, having kids, owning a home together, and all that hosting events bullshit.” He chuckled. “And I realized that I can have that. But I also want to make it official first.” He added softly.

At this point, you couldn’t answer him anymore as tears prickled your eyes. Then he got down on one knee before your standing figure.

“Now please, Y/N. Will you take me out of my own misery and give me your hand in marriage?” He was already crying too. Who knew that the excruciating past three months would lead you both to here.

But just when you were about to give him your answer, the door suddenly opened, revealing your friend who had worry written all over her face. But it quickly turned into a shocked one when she saw that what Thomas was doing.

“I thought you were in trouble since you were taking too long.” She smiled sheepishly at both of you.

You smiled back at her. Then turned your attention back to Thomas.

“I guess we should invite her first, then.”

[harrypotter-imaginess]

Part 1 Here!

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- “What’s the hurry boss? Where are you heading off to?” One of your co -workers asks as you rush around the store double checking all the locks on the entrances and giving your plants one final spritz

- “Hot date?” The other asks with a suggestive raised eyebrow

- “Yes.” You say simply,

- They both sputter at that

- “What? Seriously?!”

- “With who??” The other shrieks

- And right on cue there’s a light tap on the door

- Cue your employees squealing again

- “Him?!?”

- “The hottie with a dye job?”

- George offers you a smile and a wave and you smile back

- “Ainsley I trust you can lock up?” You ask, pushing the key into their hand

- They only nod

- Henry’s looking at you with his his mouth open as he watches you leave, George and you smiling at each other like a couple of lovestruck fools

- “I told you he had a crush on them” Ainsley says with a grin and Henry has a blush blooming on his cheeks as he pulls a five pound note from his wallet

- “I mean I did too- I just didn’t think he would work up the nerve to actually ask them out.”

- A moment of silence fills the air

- “I bet Ten pounds they find out if that’s their natural hair color tonight” Ainsley says with a grin, and Henry looks at her with a slightly mortified expression

- I mean, the implication of how you would find that out is just-

- “Yeah alright, our boss is a prude there’s no way” he says shaking Ainsley’s hand.

- So when George meant dinner- he meant dinner

- You’re at the tower restaurant in downtown London

- It’s on the fiftieth floor at a skyscraper at the heart of London.

- He reserved a table specifically next to a window with a view of the canal and the London eye

- It’s quite spectacular

- “Have you been here before?” He asks

- You’re glad you dressed a little nicer than you were originally thinking

- “A few times, once for a birthday and once-“

- You’re interrupted by your server bringing a bottle of champagne

- George gets a puzzled expression, he hasn’t even ordered yet

- “Compliments of the Owner, we’re still grateful you were able to fulfill that order last minute when our other florist backed out.”

- “Not a problem Charles, it was my pleasure”

- When he’s gone George flashes you a smile

- “I feel like everyone knows you” he says, lifting up a champagne flute as you toast.

- “That was just one person” you say with a smile and a giggle

- “You should have been at the store last week, my brother wouldn’t shut up about you” he says with a grin

- “Who’s your brother?”

- George describes Ron, but it doesn’t spark anything in you until he mentions the red hair

- “Oh yes, Ronnie! He comes by every month to get flowers for his girlfriend, I didn’t know he was your brother”

- What a small world

- You should have seen the similarity from the start, the hair was a dead give away really

- How come no one else at the shop had noticed either?

- “Well one of them” George shrugs

- “How many brothers do you have”

- George grins

- “That’s enough for a volleyball team!”

- “We have a sister too, the running joke is our parents wanted a girl, just one”

- By the time the appetizers are being brought out George has got the family picture from when they visited Bill in Egypt out (charmed so it doesn’t move of course)

- “You have a twin?”

- You know the second you’ve asked it that you said something wrong

- It’s not that George looks upset, or that his expression has darkened-

- He just looks so sad

- The kind of sadness that’s as deep as the Mariana Trench, hidden behind a kind smile and the gentle warmth of longing

- “I did have a twin-“ George knew this would come up sooner or later, he just didn’t want to ruin the nice mood you had going so soon

- “He passed away a few years ago”

- George is waiting for the look-

- The wide eyes, and the slight pout. That overly sympathetic look he’s gotten so often, it’s only natural. It happens to everyone, he won’t hold it against you. 

- And it forms on your face a little, because you can’t imagine what it’s like to lose someone like that. But the next thing that comes out of your mouth is original

- “What was he like?”

- “What?” George is taken aback, he was expecting words of condolence, as is typical for this situation

- “You told me all about Bill, and Charlie, and Percy, and Ron, and Ginny-“

- Now he’s surprised that you’ve remembered all of his siblings names, and correctly at that

- “Now tell me about your twin”

- Your eyes are twinkling when they look to him. All of London stretches out behind you, like something from a painting. Your face is illuminated by the small candle in the middle of your table.

- It feels like something out of a movie, and George is afraid he might cry from the sheer beauty of it

- He never thought he would feel this way again

- “His name was Fred, and he was my best friend”

- He’s talked about Fred before, to his family, to his therapist and old classmates

- But he’s never had an experience quite like this

- “Umbridge? Oh she was the worst, like the bitter old nun who slaps your wrists with a ruler”

- Only worse

- “Anyway Fred and I- we planned this entire thing when we decided to leave school-“

- He tells you about the fireworks in the main hall of their boarding school, and the way they raced through the door and never came back

- “I think I would have liked Fred” you say, a warm look in your eyes

- He would have liked you too, George wants to say

- But that’s a little forward for the first date, he feels like he’s already unloaded enough with his broken family and their loss

- Lucky for him, dessert has just arrived

- “Compliments of the owner, we hope to see you both here again” Charles tells you, setting down two impressive plates of Tiramisu

- “Why do I get the feeling that whatever you did was more than just a last minute order fulfillment?”

- You shrug

- “Well after the whole thing- they started contracting me to do their regular day to day flowers” you shrug, it’s not that big of a deal, fancy places like this use a few different vendors, they probably have a different one for each day

- Which is for the best since your shop can only handle a few days at most.

- It’s not that you can’t produce enough flowers or anything, it’s just you wouldn’t be able to give Ainsley and Henry the leisurely work hours you do now, not while maintaining quality for your existing customers

- And that’s a big no for you

- “I take it business was always this good?”

- With how successful you seem, he honestly can’t imagine you struggling

- You scoff

- “It was tough at first, when I was by myself.” You still remember your family telling you that it wasn’t to late to declare bankruptcy and get a real job. “Things got better when Ainsley showed up- holidays are still tough though.”

- “Ron’s told me all about the hour long line at Valentine’s Day” George says with a grin and you bury your face in your hands with a muffled groan

- “Oh it’s going to be terrible this year.” Valentine’s Day is still a few months away, but you can already feel the dread

- “We started doing appointments only last year- because the amount of people that just show up and ransack the place is just-“

- “Oh I know,” George says. “My store doesn’t even sell anything all that romantic, but the amount of people who show up last minute to buy anything- one time a bloke even bought the decorations I had up.”

- “Have you noticed-“ you voice lowers as you lean forward. “That’s it’s never people looking for things for their significant other, it’s always-“

- “For the mistresses?”

- You nod enthusiastically

- “I thought maybe it was just my store-“ George leans forward as well now, talking very quickly

- “No the same person who ordered flowers two months in advance for their husband, will spend thirty minutes begging for me to put a bouquet together for their special friend”

- George leans back and shakes his head

- “It’s crazy isn’t it? How many people cheat?”

- You sigh, leaning back into your chair shrugging

- “It’s not our place to judge.”

- Especially not when the person in question is shoving fifty quid in your face for a god d*mn cactus and a card

- George knows that, and he knows there have been times that the only reason he was able to keep his shop afloat after Fred left is because of Valentine’s Day

- But still- cheating just irks him

- It’s the most unforgivable thing a person can do, to betray the person they love the most like that

- George knows every relationship is different- and that things aren’t clear cut-

- But he can’t ever imagine doing that to someone

- “I don’t get it though, I can’t even get one lover, let alone two or more” you laugh, and George swears it looks like you’re glowing

- He feels a smile twitch at the corner of his lips, the mischievous streak in him rolling awake after what feels like years of slumber

- “What if I told you I was trying to change that?”

- His arm is on the table, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours slightly

- You feel your face grow hot as his words sink in one by one

- A smile spreading across you face

- “I would say, I’m looking forward to it.”

BONUS:

- “So did you find out if Hottie’s color is natural?” Ainsley asks, a mischievous smile curled onto their lips. 

- “Ainsley, his name is George, he owns a hobby store a few lanes over.” You say as you finish tying the bow on an arrangement. 

- There’s a second of silence in which Henry and Ainsley exchange a look. Henry’s feeling pretty confident right now, Ainsley might have worked here longer than him, but he feels like he knows you pretty well, and he-

- “And yes it is, so you should both stop calling him Dye Job.” You say with a smile twitching on your lips. 

- Henry.exe is broken.

- Ainsley has to hide their joy, internally cheering and wondering how to spend the money. 

- “H-how do you know that?” Henry asks, maybe you’re just saying it so he and Ainsley will stop teasing your new love interest. 

- You stop, looking up from your arrangement in slight wonder.

- Ah, he was right! It looks like you’re trying to come up with an excuse.

- “Well his brothers all seem to have that hair color, I think they get it from their Dad.”

- Ainsley and Henry.exe have stopped working. 

- “YoU mEt HiS fAmIlY??” Ainsley shrieks. 

[confused-stars]

you know what i want to see? i want to see class 1a shenanigans with an ouija board accidentally picking up ghostboro. They chat with him via ouija board for like a week before Aizawa gets wind of what they're doing and everything goes into chaos

It happens to Tokoyami and Shinsou first, because of course it does. Who else would be sitting in a dark, candle-lit room in the dead of night with a ouija board set up between them?

Who else would even own a ouija board but Tokoyami? It's a fancy one, too. Heavy wood and English letters burned into it, grooves painted gold. Tokoyami claimed that it was a failure the few times he's tried, but Shinsou insists that doing it with more than one person would be more likely to have results. Besides, they're both tired but can't sleep, and Dark Shadow is hyping them up.

So they end up sitting cross-legged on the carpet in Tokoyami's room, lights flickering, and they place their hands on the planchette.

"Uh... hi?" Hitoshi tries, feeling a bit dumb speaking into the air like that.

There's no response.

Tokoyami gives him an encouraging nod.

"Hey, if there's anyone here, we'd love to... have a chat?" Hitoshi feels dumber with every word. He shifts.

They sit in silence for a few moments. Tokoyami sighs, and Dark Shadow looks dejected.

Then, their hands are jerked so violently across the board that Hitoshi loses grip with one hand. He stares at the letters the ghost (?) chooses with wide eyes.

'N-I-C-E H-O-O-D-I-E'

Hitoshi is pretty sure he's dreaming or something. This is absurd.

Tokoyami's only wearing a t-shirt, so it's obvious who the ghost addressed.

"I... thanks?" Hitoshi tugs at his hoodie. It's purple and has a cat poking out of the front pocket. Cat ears adorn the hood - Midoriya and Ashido both delight in pulling it over Hitoshi's head just to coo at how adorable it is.

"Do you like cats?" Wow. He's talking to a dead person and this is what he asks. Nice going, Hitoshi.

The planchette all but flies to the 'YES' option, moving away and then coming back to it a couple times in what seems to be a sign of strong agreement or enthusiasm. Hitoshi stifles a laugh.

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The ghost’s name is ‘Kumo’ and he uses he/him pronouns, and he is - was? - seventeen years old. He tells them that he used to be a student here, and that he’s been haunting the school for a few years now. Both boys agree that it would be a bad idea to ask him about the circumstances of his death, because that seems insensitive.

They end up just... chatting a little. About cats and heroes, and Kumo tries to give them some well-meaning fighting tips, but it’s hard for him to say anything lengthy with having to spell it all out. Tokoyami offers that he’ll look into easier means of communicating with ghosts, and Kumo seems immensely grateful.

It has to be lonely, on the other side, Hitoshi thinks. There can’t be that many ghosts haunting UA, after all.

__

The next one they involve is Midoriya, because he approaches Hitoshi about how glad he is he’s making friends in the class, and asks him about what hanging out with Tokoyami is like. Before he can stop himself, Hitoshi has already pulled him into this mess. And it’s good he did, because Midoriya is incredibly clever, and they spend hours in Tokoyami’s room - the darkness of it still seems the most appropriate for this - with a whole stack of fresh notebooks, and their resident ghost patiently answering any question they ask him. Well, most of them anyway. When Midoriya does bring up how he died, he just gives them a ‘NO’ and nothing else. Hitoshi glares at Midoriya, who mumbles an apology and moves on to another question.

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Since the last time the class thought the dorms were haunted went less than ideal, apparently, they decide to take telling others about Kumo slow. Hitoshi isn’t sure how he feels about not telling Aizawa-sensei yet, but... well, Kumo is harmless. He’s just so happy to be finally able to talk to someone. What if the teachers decide to somehow get rid of him? Will he be all alone, then? Can ghosts even be chased away? With... an exorcism or something? When Hitoshi carefully asks, Tokoyami snorts and says something it ‘depending on the spirit in question.’ That obviously creates more questions than answers, but Hitoshi has learned to accept that. They tell Shoji, who demands proof, but is on board surprisingly quickly once they give it to him. Midoriya pulls Todoroki into this, and somehow gets Hitoshi to make another friend in the process - they’re both content sitting quietly aside while they let the others whirl around and talk a mile a minute. Well, mostly Midoriya. Uraraka, too, when she learns their secret. And then a very skeptical Iida. And then Kaminari, who is terrified at first, but who actually gets along swimmingly with Kumo. Really, before Hitoshi can blink, the entire class knows, and they’re now in possession of four separate ouija boards so that people don’t have to keep bothering Tokoyami to use his. There’s also a large poster made of several pieces of paper taped together that they’ve been writing different kanji and whole common words on so that Kumo might be able to communicate quicker.

That’s what the majority of the ‘Bakusquad’ are doing when Aizawa-sensei comes in, about a week after they made first contact.

“... do I want to know?” he asks, looking to Hitoshi who is perched on one of the couches with a fresh mug of coffee and has totally not been trying to give the others advice on how to structure the whole thing.

Hitoshi opens his mouth, then closes it again. Guilt makes his throat tighten a bit, and apparently that’s obvious enough that Aizawa-sensei squints at him. “Alright. What are you doing?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Kaminari pipes up from where he’s kneeling in the middle of the poster. “We wanted to see if people that Shinsou controls can still put together words if he tells them to! You know, since they can’t write properly and stuff.” That’s... not terrible, as far as lies go.

But this is Eraserhead, and it’s not working. Their teacher walks over to inspect the poster, brows drawn together. Hitoshi holds out his coffee, and Aizawa-sensei takes the mug without looking. “Not a bad attempt, but if you lie to me again, you’re getting detention,” he says, voice still mild enough that he doesn’t sound completely terrifying. Kaminari still looks like a deer in the headlights.

“... there’s a ghost,” Hitoshi says, earning him a disappointed look from Ashido, but a relieved one from Kirishima. Bakugou, who refused to participate but still hung around for some reason, scoffs.

“There’s... a ghost,” Aizawa-sensei repeats flatly. Hitoshi meets his eyes with a helpless shrug.

“It’s not like last time!” Ashido says quickly, “Really! We have proof. He’s been talking to us.”

Now their teacher looks a little alarmed. “... some invisible stranger’s been talking to you? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

Ah, that’s what Hitoshi was worried about.

“But if he was just invisible, the cameras would’ve picked it up, right?” Kirishima asks, “They pick up on Hagakure. If Kumo was a living person, he would’ve been noticed.”

Aizawa-sensei blinks. His face betrays nothing, but Hitoshi knows him well enough to know something Kirishima said threw him off by a mile. “... what’s his name?”

Oh. If there was a dead student, he would know about that, wouldn’t he? Maybe Kumo was one of his? Hitoshi starts to speak, but then the lights flicker. They look to Kaminari instinctively, but he’s nowhere near any power outlet, and he’s not sparking, either. Then, the big, red marker Kirishima had been holding drops from his hand to the paper. They all watch, enraptured, as the marker slowly starts to move upright and glide across the paper.

‘Hi, Shouta,’ Kumo writes, ‘Don’t be mad at them, they were going to tell you eventually soon.’

Aizawa-sensei brings a hand up to clutch at his capture weapon. His eyes are a little too wide. “Prove it,” he says, and he’s clearly trying to keep his voice even, “Prove you’re the person you say you are.”

They all look from their teacher to the writing and back. Kumo’s never been able to hold onto any random object for this long. It must be taking a lot of effort. Or... a lot of emotion? Isn’t that how it works, for ghosts? ‘In front of the kids?’ Kumo asks, and something about it sounds a little cheeky, enough that Hitoshi nearly snorts.

Aizawa-sensei doesn’t find it funny. “Shirakumo.”

‘Fine.’ The marker pauses for a long moment. ‘We had our first kiss outside the arcade. We’d forced you to eat too much candy and you were nauseous, and I felt terrible about it so I kissed you to make you feel better. You still threw up afterwards.’

Oh. Oh, well. That’s... Hitoshi suddenly wants to look anywhere but at his mentor.

Aizawa-sensei makes an odd choking sort of noise, and when Hitoshi looks back up, he’s already halfway out the door. “Nobody move,” he instructs them without looking back, “I’m getting Mic.”

[klbwriting]

Unexpected Allies - Chapter 17

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: disaster strikes and Kaz has some planning to do

Notes: ugh, once again this is going to get worse but you’ll love it

Taglist:  @mcntsee @amwitherspoon @cxlpxrnia @fcvcritecrime​ @aysegust​ @sagewrites111​ @spawn0fsatan​ @itsemy01 @thedelusionreaderbitch

              Y/N wasn’t surprised when Kaz didn’t come out to see them off in the morning, but she was surprised to see Inej there, looking annoyed.  She approached the smaller woman and folded her arms.  Jesper and Matthias took that as their cue to go make sure the Fabikator and the horses were ready.

              “You didn’t have to lie to him and keep the parem a secret” Inej whispered.   Y/N cocked an eyebrow and felt a little vindicated in knowing that someone would have heard them had she told him.  Inej would have told the leaders, she was one of them now.  “I would have kept it a secret.”  

              “Liar,” Y/N retorted.  “Look, just, give this to Kaz if you see him, I know he might just tear it up but I want him to know how sorry I am and how much I love him.” Inej took the letter and pocketed it quick before Mal came over.  The look he gave her told her that everyone knew she had slept in her own tent last night and she didn’t like the pity.

              “Ready to go?” he asked.  She took one last look around, hoping that maybe he was in the shadows somewhere, still watching her even if she didn’t see him.  She nodded finally and went to climb on her horse.  “Try to just lead him away from us alright?  You don’t have to have the big fight all alone, we just need time.”  

              “If I can kill him, I’m killing him,” she said, urging the horse to walk away.  She took a last glance back and saw the glint of something shiny in the sun and smiled a little.  He had been there, at least, she hoped he had been.  

              It took nearly two days before they found the Darkling, alone in a field, waiting for them.   Y/N had figured he would be setting a trap and she was glad that the Fabrikator had almost finished the amplifier.  Even though it wouldn’t be at full strength it would help.  They stopped about 20 feet from their king and stared.  He smirked.

              “Hello Y/N, please, I know that you are going to try to fight me, and I have heard rumor that you have gotten a Grisha made amplifier, why don’t you put it on?” he asked.   Y/N felt wrong about all of this but before she would say anything the Fabrikator stuck the collar around her neck, sealing it on.  

              “Alright Aleksander, leave now and I won’t have to kill you, just leave us be,” she said, standing ready.  She heard a clinking sound to her right but ignored it. Jesper cried out a warning but by the time she reacted the chain had already been fused to the collar.  The Fabrikator was running towards the Darkling with the chain in his hands.   Y/N tried to stop him, slow his heart, but her power was suddenly gone.  Then with horror she realized that they had been betrayed.

              “You know, the problem with Alina was I gave her a collar, but I forgot to make sure she had her leash,” the Darkling said as the Fabrikator put the chain in his hands.   Y/N’ eyes widened.

              “RUN!” she yelled to the other two.  The Darkling lifted his hands and a shot rang out.  Jesper had fired but the Darkling had assumed this was coming, moving at the last moment so that he was just grazed in the shoulder.  Luckily this gave Matthias time to grab Jesper, pulling him onto his horse before the cut took him out.   Y/N tried to run but was yanked back hard by the Darkling.  She sputtered as she stood again, only to be dragged back another time. This time the Darkling just dragged her to the tree line where a carriage was waiting.  He had the Fabrikator enter before tossing her inside.  He joined her, making sure to sit right next to her as they were driven back to the Little Palace and what she assumed was her execution.  

                Kaz was waiting at the gate for Y/N.  He knew it was too early to expect the group back, but he wanted to be the first person she saw.  He had cooled off from their fight, talked to Inej, hell he even talked to Nina about everything, and both had set him right on what was the real problem.  He understood now that Y/N’s priorities were to save Ravka and to keep him safe, the only way in her mind to do that was to keep herself as the only target.  If she was the only person who had or knew where the parem was then he was safe.  He was an idiot; he would have done the same thing in her situation.  Now he just wanted to set things right and then he was asking her to leave with him.  This place got rot for all he cared, he hated it and wanted out.  He just hoped the Dregs and Y/N would leave with him.

              When Jesper and Matthias came over the horizon Kaz started to walk over but then saw that they were alone.  He felt panic rising in him.  Was she dead?  Captured? Where was Y/N?  The two men got off the horse as other joined Kaz at the gates.

              “We were betrayed,” Matthias said, panting from exertion.  They hadn’t stopped riding since their encounter, and they were exhausted.  Jesper looked at Kaz.

              “The Fabrikator…he made the collar to dampen her powers.  He was the Darkling’s plant here,” he said.  Dammit, Kaz had been weeding out other plants, knowing exactly how to recognize them from his time in Ketterdam and he had missed one.  “He made a chain too, gave it to the Darkling so she couldn’t run from him.”  Nina and Wylan helped the other men back to the camp while Inej and Mal approached Kaz.

              “Brekker, I think we need a thug to handle this,” Mal said after a moment.  Kaz stared at him.  “Can you plan something to help us?

              “I need time to plan,” he said, stomping off without a word to Inej as he went back to his tent.  He couldn’t think right now, everything in his brain was just screaming. She was at the Little Palace, probably going to be executed in some display of power by the Darkling and the last thing he had said to her was that he gave up on her, on them.  He started swinging again, once again breaking everything in sight. Once he was done he looked to the door to see Inej there holding out a letter.

              “ Y/N wanted me to give this to you.  I was hoping that she would be back to tell you herself but now…I’m sorry I kept it,” she said.  Kaz snatched it away and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.  He moved to the cot and sat down, opening the letter.

Kaz,

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the parem.  It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you, not really, its that I don’t trust the world anymore.  As soon as I let a secret slip disaster always seems to strike.  As soon as I trust the world is going to work in my favor it cuts me down and I didn’t want that to happen.  I never lied about how I felt about you.  I love you more than I thought I possibly could love anyone.  Remember back when you proposed to me?  Next time someone asks me my full name I’m saying Y/N Brekker because it was yes then and its yes now.  Hope I can see you soon, I miss holding your hand.

Love,

Y/N

              Kaz leaned his head to his hand and for the first time since Jordie he cried.  It was like he broke and every time something bad had happened to him came rushing to him, bringing out desperate sobs.  He knew what she meant about trusting the world, the world never cared about him just like it didn’t care about her.  He cared about her and he had thrown that in her face.  He took a deep breath and finally pulled himself together.  He put the letter under his pillow before getting a pen and paper of his own and writing out two things, one was instructions for Jesper and the second was something for Y/N.  Then Kaz stood and let the tears and sadness behind.  It was time for Kaz to lay low while Dirtyhands came out to play.  

              First, he found Jesper and gave him the instructions and the letter, telling him that if he read the letter that Kaz would personally rip his eyeballs from his face.  Jesper took the instructions and went to work.  Second, Kaz called a meeting of the Dregs and Mal.  He had a plan and it needed to be put into action immediately.  Finally, he told Nina that after the meeting they needed to have a talk.  Once the Dregs were assembled and Mal had sat down Kaz started.

              “Jesper is already on his way to the Little Palace,” Kaz started.  There was a gasp and Wylan actively gagged on his saliva in surprise, coughing loudly.

              “Why in the hell is he going there?” Mal asked. Kaz threw him a glare.  He was in the middle of his plan and Mal needed to fall in line or it wouldn’t work.

              “He is going because I kicked him out of the resistance, and he is going to tell the Darkling that.  Jesper came back empty handed, a Grisha returned to us without Y/N, what use is a Grisha if he can’t use his powers to protect his comrades?” Kaz asked.  Mal’s mouth fell open, he had been the only one in that room unaware of Jesper’s abilities. “He is going to go to the Little Palace and tell them everything he knows about the resistance, proving his loyalty.  We are going to evacuate and head south, just outside of Os Alta and ready for an attack.”

              “We don’t have those numbers…” Mal started.  Inej shushed him.

              “No, we don’t but by the time we reach Os Alta we will. Matthias is going to go to Frejda and gather the small army from there, and Kuwei will go to Shu Han and tell them what happened to his father,” he said.  “Make sure they know that the Darkling is ready to attack everyone, he’s not only after Ravka, he wants everywhere under his control.”

              “Why would they believe that?  He has been relatively peaceful with them before,” Mal said. Kaz smirked and he could tell that made Mal uncomfortable.

              “Before she was taken Y/N and I were planning an all out war with the Darkling, we drafted counterfeit proclamations of war to the Frejdans and the Shu, which they will be receiving just before Matthias and Kuwei arrive,” he said.  “After we have gathered this army we will attack, in which case I assume that the Darkling will try to use Y/N’s power against us using that collar he created. But we’re going to have its creator in our camp before then and he will tell us how to remove the collar.”

              “How will we get him?” Inej asked.  

              “A good question, you will be getting him out of the Little Palace throw a series of tunnels that Y/N created there while she was serving the Darkling, she drew a map for me,” he said, producing the paper, showing several tunnels that led in and out of the Palace.  “You will have to be more careful than ever before Inej, she didn’t know if the Darkling found these tunnels and sealed them or is guarding them.  Once inside Jesper should have the Fabrikator ready for you.”

              “How will we get the Fabrikator to talk?  If he was willing to betray us once he might lie,” Wylan said, still looking sick that Jesper was walking into the Darkling’s stronghold.  

              “That is for me and Nina to worry about.  Shall we Nina?” Kaz extended his gloved hand to her. She took it with an uneasy sigh and he pulled her out of the tent to explain the final, and most difficult, part of his plan.

[firemblem-fics]

hi lay! could i please get the sfw alphabet for yuri? i love your work!!! have a nice day!! 💕

sfw alphabet. | yuri

-> Pairing: Yuri x GN!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, SFW Alphabet

-> Warnings: None

-> A/N: i just wanted to say i’m so so so so close to 1.2k followers and i’m so excited i love having so many of y’all supporting me ♡︎

A -> Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

yuri is not affectionate in the beginning. it takes him a long time to warm up and get truly comfortable and fully trusting with you, so he still kind of has his walls up at the beginning of your relationship.

as it progresses, he gets a little more open in private, but there are some days where yuri just doesn’t want affection

B -> Begin (How did the relationship begin?)

you two were flirting MASTERS bruh

the tension in the monastery was unreal from the moment you two met. at first it wasn’t really serious, instead just trying to fluster the other, but eventually you gained some genuine feelings and he did too. yuri never really actually asked you out, it just kind of happened one day

C -> Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

yuri’s kind of temperamental when it comes to cuddling. he doesn’t mean to be, but some days just aren’t cuddling days.

growing up, yuri didn’t get the affection he needed after being adopted. a sudden onslaught of affection and cuddling sometimes gets really overwhelming for him and he just needs to chill for a bit

D -> Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?)

yuri’s never really thought about settling down. if you don’t want to settle down, he won’t either. if you do, he’ll consider it. to him, his work in the abyss never ends. he doesn’t want to “settle”, because to him, settling down means that his work is done.

E -> Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

unfortunately, yuri would pull some shit out of his ass like he did in the ashen wolves route. he’d come up with some lie as to why he’s breaking up with you and make you hate him so that it’s a little easier for him. newsflash, it’s never easier

F -> Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

yuri is definitely not going to jump at the chance of marriage, but he’d be willing to sit down and talk with you about it. after you’d been together for a long time, of course

he’s good with commitment, like exceptionally good, which is why i don’t think that he believes marriage is necessary. what’s the point other than earning a new last name? you love him and he loves you, he doesn’t think that there needs to be some big ceremony to know that

but if you’re adamant about it, he won’t be against it. as long as the wedding ceremony isn’t too big

G -> Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physically, yuri is very gentle. he’s kind of awkward at first, not knowing what to do, so he’s lowkey kind of scared of doing the wrong thing. everything he does is done with precision and care to make sure that you’re comfortable and happy

emotionally, it takes him a while to be a little less... closed off. yuri is blunt and brutally honest, preferring not to sugar coat things or get caught up in sweet pleasantries. he has to realize that sometimes, those things can be taken as mean and the last thing he wants to do is be mean to you. showing you his soft side comes slowly, but it’s worth it when he does.

H -> Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

hugs are reserved for the small, fleeting private moments that the two of you get alone

they’re loose, with his arms draped around your waist and yours resting on his shoulders as he smiles down at you, talking sweet nothings in a hushed voice

I -> I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

yuri’s love language is definitely not words of affirmation

it’s acts of service but that’s not what this letter is about

yuri doesn’t say i love you often. you’re the one to say it first, and even then, it’s a little hard for him to get out. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, because trust me, he does, it’s just that it’s such a vulnerable thing that caught him completely off guard when you said it.

he does say it back, though, muffled into the crown of your hair as he holds you in the middle of the night

J -> Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

to get yuri jealous is to accomplish the impossible

to even consider you as his s/o, yuri has to have an enormous amount of trust in you. he has faith that you won’t ever betray him

but if he does, somehow, get jealous, it’s kind of funny to watch. he’ll just casually walk up to whoever you’re talking to and join in on the conversation, making sure to butt in and interrupt the guy. he just wants to make the dude super duper frustrated, and it works.

K -> Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

super fiery and possessive, and yet unsure at the same time. yuri’s so passionate about you and loves you a lot, but he’s always on the cautious side, making sure that you’re comfy and okay

he love love love loves to kiss the crown of your head, especially as he’s holding you against his chest. it makes him feel like he’s protecting you

kiss his neck and chest!! please! he absolutely melts, even if it’s just cute lil loving sfw kisses

L -> Little Ones (How are they around children?)

yuri is very very good with kids. he’s like a hero to the children in the abyss, so he’s got a lot of practice. he loves to sit with them and tell them stories. his most popular is about a robin hood-esque character who somehow managed to get the most beautiful, sweetest person in the world to fall in love with him. that story makes you blush every time.

M -> Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings together aren’t too often, but they’re not as scarce as they would be with felix. yuri’s day starts bright and early and he’d like it if yours did too. he’d love to wake up and spend like five minutes with you, but if you’re not an early bird he’d understand

if you’re still asleep by the time he wakes up, he’ll lay on his side and just admire you for a bit, running his fingers through your hair and just looking at you before giving you a kiss on the forehead and getting up to start his day.

N -> Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

nights with yuri kind of depend on his mood

as said in earlier headcanons, there are times when yuri just doesn’t want to be touched. those nights, you both just lay side by side and talk about different things

on nights that he’s comfortable with cuddling, he often will lay facing you and will hold you to his chest, his chin resting on your head as he rubs small circles into your back, still talking about the day and future plans

O -> Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait to reveal things slowly?)

even years into your relationship with yuri, you’re still learning things. it’s usually menial things that he doesn’t deem necessary for someone to know, but you’re still learning.

it’s not that yuri doesn’t trust you, because he does, it’s just that he’s not an open person. he doesn’t find talking about his past beneficial for anyone, so he just doesn’t do it.

he will confide in you about his real name right after you get together, though, asking you to never use it again after that.

P -> Patience (How easily angered are they?)

yuri is very slow to anger. sure, he gets frustrated at times, but he’s never one to show such negative emotions. if someone sees that they’re getting to him, that’s a weakness that he just doesn’t want people to see.

he wouldn’t really ever get mad at you, i wish i could elaborate more on that but yuri’s just really tolerant and you don’t really do anything to make him mad anyways??

Q -> Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

yuri remembers big things like your birthday or other significant facts, but sometimes he has to be reminded of smaller things like your mother’s father’s dog’s cousin’s name. he remembers most things is what i’m trying to say

R -> Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

yuri likes to remember the day he realized that you were the one. he was very stressed that day because the abyssians were getting nervous about rumors of an impending attack from thieves and he was struggling calming them all down

you jumped right into the chaos when you saw what was happening and quickly began soothing the abyssians as well, rallying them up and improving their morale just in case they actually would have to defend their home again

yuri’s heart swelled as he realized that you truly cared about his people and his home as much as he did

S -> Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

yuri’s quite protective, but in a secretive way. he’s not really... out there. he chooses to watch you from the corner of his eye when you’re in the same room or fight close to you when you’re in battle, only swooping in to save the day when you absolutely need it.

that’s how he’d prefer to be “protected” as well, just don’t call it protected because the great yuri leclerc does NOT need protection according to him. don’t be overbearing, let him handle things and only really come in when he absolutely needs it.

T -> Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

yuri would definitely try to make special days special, but he wouldn’t do much in terms of physical gifts. instead, he’d make you take a day off from duties and treat you to a tea party or a trip to the sauna and such

U -> Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

yuri will always always always struggle with leaning on you for support. he’s used to being the big, lone wolf leader who doesn’t need anybody and that won’t change easily.

V -> Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

yuri is naturally a beauty, so he doesn’t really try with his looks. even if he doesn’t really think he’s that much of a catch, he doesn’t bother to make himself one either.

your looks don’t bother him at all. he likes you for your personality, loyalty, strength, and all those things. it’s just a plus that you’re exceedingly attractive

W -> Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

i’m sorry, reader, but if he did feel incomplete without you, he sure as hell would be good at showing it. yuri’s spent his life only being close to three other people while everyone else has betrayed or left him. he’s got walls up for a reason and if you left, he’d easily be able to shut those feelings out and put the walls back up again

X -> Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

yuri snorts when he laughs too hard it’s just a proven fact. he gets super embarrassed when he does and makes you swear not to tell anyone, but it’s so cute and funny and makes you both laugh ten times harder

Y -> Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, in general or in a partner?)

if you don’t care about the abyss or are really selfish, that’s a no. yuri has two number one priorities; you and the abyss. he’d appreciate it if you at least just cared a little about it, yk? that’s his home

Z -> Zzz (What’s a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

in addition to snorting when he laughs, yuri also makes little noises when he sleeps. they’re usually just small hums or little mumbles, but once you had a conversation with him while he was dead asleep

[thetaoofzoe]

FIC: Mirrored Series  Part 2

Title: The Mirrored Series Part 2

Subtitle: Sibling Squabbles 

The Mirrored Series: Society Pages - Part one   Read part 1 here. 

Pairing: August Walker/ YOU / (later Walter Marshall)

Rating: This part - NC-17 Smut, oral sex, slight Dom!August, explicit sex

Word count: 2202

Summary: You are just a society page columnist. Over the course of a year, you received letters that started out lighthearted and cute but then degenerated into threats to do you bodily harm. Twin brothers, August and Walter, walk into your formerly peaceful life. But can you trust either of them?

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August never mentioned having a brother. But there he was, in the flesh. 

Walter smiled a little and introduced himself properly.

'Detective Walter Marshall. I'm sorry to disturb you at this party.'

You returned his pleasant smile.

‘I take it you’re here for me,’ you said hopefully.

Walter considered you for a moment, and you felt thoroughly probed by his gaze.

‘Sorry? How’s that?’

Oh, you thought, so this wasn’t about Red. They hadn’t caught him and weren’t coming to you with the good news.

‘Oh, I ah, umm…’

You floundered with the truth and ever the white knight, August stepped in and changed the subject.

‘Why are you here, Walter?’

August sounded exhausted by his brother’s presence and Walter didn’t answer right away. Inquisitively, he held your gaze just a little longer, before looking at his twin.

‘Why are /you/ here, August?’

Another hard exhalation of breath and August answered through clenched teeth,

 ‘Working.’

‘As am I,’ replied Walter easily.

You looked from the bodyguard to the cop. It was so deliciously electric standing between August and Walter, that a  fleeting desire to be fucked by the both of them ached in your chest.

You moved your weight from one foot to the other and that tiny motion drew the detective's attention again. Something minute changed in his expression and you no longer felt threatened but intrigued by him. You giggled girlishly to lighten the mood.

'So, why do you have an accent, and August doesn't?' you asked, expecting the answer to be something as innocent as the twins growing up in two different countries.

'He does have my accent,' Walter said, leaning in and whispering conspiratorially, pleased to be spilling his brother's secret. 'He just hides it.'

A laugh rumbled out of August, but it did not sound pleased.

'Don't you have to be incompetent some place else, Walter?'

Walter scoffed dismissively and you were taken aback by August’s vitriol. To you, this banter seemed like old hat squabbles between two siblings and you felt like an intruder, privy to something that should have remained private.

'And how do you know August?'

Walter's attention was on you again and it was an interrogating tone that demanded that you comply.

'He's um, he's my...'

The word 'bodyguard' stalled on your tongue.

'Personal assistant,' replied August and if the words were tangible, he would have chewed them to bits.

Walter's dark, elegant brow went up, and you nearly laughed, because it was the same exact face you'd seen August make many times when he was either intrigued or incredulous.

'I didn't know you were in the business of personal assisting, August.'

Walter seemed to be holding back a laugh. 

‘There seems to be a lot of things you don’t know,’ August shot back.

The air vibrated around you and you could feel the rise in temperature between the two men. Things were definitely on their way to becoming publicly messy, and in an attempt to control the situation you put a hand on Walter's arm. His eyes met yours and his intensity squeezed the air out of your lungs. You couldn't remember what flippant thing you were going to offer to smooth the rough waters, so you awkwardly let your hand slip away. A beat of silence passed between the three of you, and then August was speaking. 

'It's time to go,' said August, his hand sliding possessively across your back and closing about your upper arm.

He wheeled you around without another word and you missed the look that passed between the brothers.

'Good night, Miss,' said Walter, amusement still in his voice.

As August guided you away, you turned and glanced over your shoulder at the detective. He was watching you and when your eyes met, his generous mouth curved into a knowing grin. 

You were wet the entire ride home.

**

August was clearly agitated. He was gruff when he told you to wait in the foyer while he inspected the rest of your flat for intruders. Nevertheless, you stood there obediently, in your best dress and court shoes, feeling like a schoolgirl made to stand in the corner to await punishment from her Daddy.

Your thoughts drifted and you squeezed your upper thighs together reveling in the spike of pleasure the self-imposed tightness rushed through your blood. Breathing deeply, you closed your eyes and continued to rhythmically squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Your knees came together and you resisted the urge to finger yourself. Oh no, that was for later. That was for after sending August off for the night and after a long shower to get the distasteful events of the party off of your skin. You planned a long evening of chilled wine and self-pleasure and you already had the perfect twins fantasy ready and waiting. 

An indulgent giggle rolled out of you.

'Something funny?'

You opened your eyes. August was striding purposefully across the living room towards you and you looked up at him unable to read his handsome face. Was he still angry about encountering his own brother at the party?

'Your brother was... interesting,' you said instead, not about to reveal that you were planning to masturbate fantasising about both August and his brother.

You chuckled despite yourself and up went that dark brow. Just like his brother. Just like his intensely sexy brother.

'Walter... your brother,' you pressed recklessly and his expression darkened.

A shiver passed through you. You liked him like this. Edgy and angry. 

His feelings for his brother were clear on his face and August abruptly crowded you. 

You caught your breath. 

What was he doing?!

August clenched his hands round your upper arms and held you still in front of him. Your audible gasp of delight undermined your attempt to remain neutral.

'Stay away from him. He's not who you think he is.'

Your eyes widened. The admonition caught you off guard and you attempted to pull free, but he didn't let you go. And although part of you didn't want him to let you go, you still gave another tug just for good measure. You didn’t want to appear to be giving in quite so quickly. 

'He's a cop. Why do I have to worry about him? Protect and serve, right?'

'Yes, exactly. He's a cop. That's what you need to worry about.'

You didn't understand and August did not seem in the mood to explain.

'And if I don't?' you asked haughtily, staring defiantly up at him. 'I think you're forgetting who's the boss here.'

'Do you feel in charge right now?' he growled.

He could have slapped you and you would have felt less surprised.

Heat throbbed in you, betraying your more rational brain, and your already open mouth stretched into a breathy grin. In response, colour rose in August's cheeks. He got a hold of himself and released you. He stepped back, but you closed the space again.

'No,' you whined softly, your defence of Walter already forgotten. 'No, you're in charge, August. You're in charge. Show me that you're in charge.'

Desire sparked in his eyes and it was as if he’d been waiting an eternity for your permission. August wasted no time yanking off his suit jacket, and throwing the expensive garment onto the floor. You cooed with encouragement and reached to greedily squeeze the biceps that strained the sleeves of his ice grey button up. God, he was so beautiful.

Crouching a little, August slid his hands under your bottom and hoisted you up against him, pushing up your dress and spreading your thighs so that you could wrap your legs round him. You held his face and leaned down, to kiss him, open-mouthed, and gasping with renewed arousal.

August carried you to your bedroom where he stretched you out on your neatly made bed.  You'd left the drapes open and the creamy ambient moonlight illuminated the room. You watched August unbutton his waistcoat and toss it carelessly aside. He made short work of his cuff links, which he smartly tucked into the pocket of his trousers, before he rolled up his sleeves. 

He gently grasped your ankles, and hauled you to the foot of the bed. August rucked up your dress, gloriously exposing you and you moaned, feeling loose and excited in your skin. He helped you to wriggle out of your damp knickers and you half expected him to tuck them into his pocket as well. Instead, he dropped them on the bed beside you.

August smoothed his hands up your legs, guided your thighs open and leaned in to drop slow, warm kisses over your knee then up to where your sex quivered sweetly with anticipation. You gasped sharply at the first tentative flick of his tongue along the secret scented place where your inner thigh met your mound. 

August tasted you, and worshipped you where you were most vulnerable and there was nothing more that you wanted than to have him devour you. But the game was on his terms and damn him if his patience wasn’t infinite. August used the edge of his thumb to open you, parting his lips and delving his tongue deeper into your slippery heat. His scruff prickled your sensitive skin but it only added to your torment. 

'Be good,' he murmured then suckled your plump clit between his lips.

The breath you dragged in was loud in the silence, but you were beyond self-reproach. There was no need for shame. Not now. Not when you felt this divine.

Another wicked suck and you cried his name, arching and writhing hungrily in his hands. Turning your cheek to the duvet you lifted a hand to cover your own mouth. You did it not so much to quiet yourself, but to imitate August's attempt to quiet you. He would want you to behave and be quiet. He wouldn't want the neighbours to know what filthy things he was doing to you. 

This was your dirty little secret to keep and lock away. You pinched your lower lip between your index finger and thumb and pulled, then slid one finger into your mouth. Then another, stroking  them in and out and in and out mimicking how you wanted to greedily devour August's cock.

August drew back much too soon and dazed and shaking you watched him straighten. He unbuckled his belt then unzipped his slacks and you immediately reached for him with both hands. August grabbed your wrists, not allowing you to go any farther and you groaned, frustrated with being denied the freedom to touch him.

'You naughty girl,' he purred and sank down to his knees between your open thighs.

He held himself up with one hand and with the other, he took your free hand and wrapped it around his cock.

'Show me,' he groaned when you stroked his velvety flesh.

And you did.

There was something so erotic about your half-clothed bodies moving together that you lost yourself in him. He was heavy, demanding, his cock thrusting quick and hard over and over into you and you were intensely aware that this cathartic fuck was all you wanted. He was desire and fire and an itch you were desperate to scratch, but not intrusive, even as he consumed you, even as you struggled to keep yourself together.

August shuddered, and his breath began to come in soft whispery gasps and you loved him like this. You loved the friction your bodies created, the heat and the sweat and the overwhelming emotions that spilled out of you. You loved it. And it was in the clinging to him that you finally  understood what you needed. You needed his dominance. You needed to be overwhelmed. This was your reward for taming this powerfully intoxicating man. This was what you deserved. 

His mouth was warm and soft as he searched for yours in the dark and as you kissed the burst of happiness within you was a welcome surprise. 

You thought you said something, something encouraging, or maybe you just begged him not to stop. Maybe you pleaded for him to drive deeper, to fuck you harder and it was the trick that broke August. He tensed,  and your world stuttered to a halt. You found yourself at the precipice, staring up into August's deep blue eyes, and one last thrust pitched you over the edge. 

The world fell into a soothing silence.

'Are you all right?' 

August still held himself over you, and stroked the sweat from your cheek. 

You nodded and thought about breathing. But even that could wait.

'C'mon,' he said, helping you up, 'go and clean up.'

You stood bracing yourself on his arm, feeling lightheaded and giddy.

'Will you stay?'

'Of course,' he answered.

'Pour me some wine, then?'

The two of you shared a soft chuckle and patting his arm, you managed to totter away.

There was going to be more of this, you promised yourself. You got a taste of him and you were never going to be satisfied.  

**

Safe in August’s arms, you let sleep claim you. Your peace remained undisturbed, even when an envelope was slipped beneath your front door.

-end part 2

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Back again - part I

Sirius Black x reader

Words: 2700+

Warnings: idk the usual swearing?

A/N: I started this a year(!) ago and never finished it until four weeks ago. So the beginning might be a little more bad than my usual writing (and with that I mean the whole first part). Part two will follow in a few days. Love ya, my babies!

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‘Harry before you leave,’ Dumbledore says when Harry gets up, ‘I have to show you one more memory. But this one is different. You must look at this memory alone. It is not about Voldemort... It is about you...’

Harry turns around to Dumbledore who is standing next to the pensieve. Harry slowly walks to it and puts both his hands on each side. He lowers his head and when his head reaches the substance, Harry falls into that familiar feeling and everything gets blurry.

Suddenly Harry is standing in a small room. It is a baby room. The walls are a soft yellow and in the corner there is a white baby bed. There is one window in the room and in front of it stands a woman. The woman is holding a baby and she is talking to him.

‘It's time for bed, big boy!’ the unfamiliar woman says. She turns around and Harry recognises the baby. He has black hair and bright green eyes. It is Harry. The baby makes howling noises and points his hands to the window.

The woman sighs. ‘Alright, one last time,’ she says. She walks to the window and Harry follows her. He looks outside and is surprised with what he sees.

In the garden there are four people. With a shock Harry realises that his parents are down there with Sirius and Remus. Sirius and James are running after each other with what appear to be water guns and Remus and Lily are sitting on a bench, looking and laughing at the boys.

‘You see those people?’ the woman says. ‘That is your dad-' she points at James, ‘-he is by far the funniest guy I have ever met. That woman is you mom, she is the most sweetest, caring person I know. That man following your dad is Uncle Sirius, he loves you more than anyone in the world. And I should know... And there we have your uncle Remus. When he smiles the whole space lights up. He is special, once you have him you should never let him go, that's probably why he's still here. And we also have your uncle Peter, but he is sick.’

Harry's stomach cramps when he hears that name. All these people didn't know Peter betrayed them, they still loved him.

‘And I am you Auntie (Y/N). And I love you and all these people so much.’

Harry looks at the woman. She is his ‘auntie’? As he sees the tears in her eyes, Harry realises that he is crying too. He quickly dries his tears and follows the woman, who is now putting baby-Harry to bed. When baby-Harry is tucked in (Y/N) kisses his head and he falls asleep.

‘You are so loved, Harry,’ (Y/N) whispers.

Harry gets pulled out of the room, but he doesn't want to. He wants to scream, say that he is staying there forever, in a place where his parents lived, where everyone was happy, where Harry was loved, but his throat is dry and there is no sound.

Harry falls on the ground in Dumbledore's office and just sits there. He starts to cry, but he doesn't even try to stop his tears. He doesn't care. The warm feeling that filled him just minutes ago, has now turned into a cold, sickening feeling that is spreading in his body.

He doesn't know how long he has been on the floor, but at some point Harry dries his tears and gets up. Dumbledore is sitting at his desk, looking at his fingers. Harry sits down on the chair opposite of the desk. He needs answers.

‘Who was that?’ Harry asks with a hoarse voice.

‘That was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She was Sirius' girlfriend,’ Dumbledore answers calm. ‘She was in the same year as you parents and I believe she was good friends with your mother.’

‘Is she... Is she...?’ Harry can't say it.

‘Dead?’ Dumbledore finishes his question. ‘No, she was so sure that, when Sirius was sent to Azkaban, he was innocent, that she kept writing letters to the ministry and finally was sent to France. That didn't keep her from writing angry letters though,’ Dumbledore chuckles. ‘After she got the news Sirius escaped, she tried everything to get back here. She is here now.’

Harry remains quiet. He had never heard about (Y/N). He doesn't know her, but from what he saw in the memory and from Dumbledore telling she was Sirius' girlfriend, she seems nice.

‘She wants to meet you. If you want that of course.’

Dumbledore's words break Harry's thoughts. Yes, Harry would like to see her too, she could tell him all about his parents and Sirius and Remus.

‘Yeah, I would like to meet her too.’

‘She'll be here next Sunday. She would like it if you could fill her in on what happened, she hasn't met Sirius yet and she wants to be prepared.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her.’

‘Then I’ll see you Sunday,’ Dumbledore gestures to the door. ‘Oh and Harry?’ Harry turns around. ‘Please don’t tell anyone that she is back. The ministry does not know.’

Harry nods and leaves the office, with a much lighter than he usually has.

- -- -

‘Harry, are you nervous? You haven’t eaten anything!’ Hermione says to Harry.

It is Sunday morning and they are having breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry hasn’t touched his food and he is staring at his hands. Today is the day he is going to meet (Y/N). He had been awake all night trying to come up with something to say to her, but he couldn’t think of anything. Then he started to worry, what if (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk about her past?

Harry looks up to Hermione. She is looking at him, worried. Harry shifts his look to Ron, who is stabbing his sausage with his knife.

‘Ron that sausage doesn’t have to die!’

Harry laughs at Hermione’s comment. But his laughing stops when she looks back at him.

‘Come on, ‘Moine. I’m fine!’ Harry defends himself and to show he takes a bite from his toast. Hermione shoots him a final worried look but drops it. Instead she asks Harry the one thing that makes him feel even worse.

‘What are you going to tell her?’

‘I don’t know, I’ll probably just answer her questions. I don’t know what she wants to know! I don’t even know how she looks!’ Harry confesses.

‘Are you gonna ask her about your parents?’ Ron asks.

Harry nods. ‘Yeah, Dumbledore said that she was good friends with my mother and if she was Sirius’ girlfriend she probably knows much about him and my dad.’

‘I just wonder why she is back now and not earlier. I mean Sirius escaped three years ago,’ Hermione says. Harry and Ron both shrug.

The rest of time they talk about the upcoming Quidditch match. Harry almost forgets about (Y/N), but after a few minutes McGonagall walks towards Harry.

‘Mr. Potter, would you please come with me?’ Harry swallows and walks after McGonagall. Hermione and Ron wish him good luck before he disappears.

McGonagall walks to the same room Harry went in after he was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. When he enters the room, he sees a woman on the other side of the room, her back turned to the door Harry just stepped through. She has (y/h/c) hair and she is wearing a travel coat. When Dumbledore enters the room the woman looks up. There is a small smile on her face and she walks up to Dumbledore.

‘Thank you so much for this, Albus,’ the woman greets him. Her mouth smiles, but there is a coldness in her eyes. Dumbledore simply smiles.

‘I believe you should thank Harry,’ he says and points at Harry who feels like his toast is having a party with his eggs in his stomach.

The woman turns around and looks at Harry. Her eyes fill with tears and she walks to Harry and hugs him. It is not a normal hug, it is a mother’s hug. Harry relaxes a bit but still doesn’t know what to say. The woman lets Harry go and looks in his eyes. He could have sworn he saw her mouth Lily.

‘I am (Y/N),’ she says. ‘You look so much like James except for your eyes, you have Lily’s eyes. Ah, well, you have probably heard that a thousand times by now.’ Of course Harry has, but hearing it this time feels different.  ‘I am sorry I haven’t contacted you before. This must come as quite a shock for you.’ Harry nods but he still cannot say anything. ‘I hoped you wanted to fill me in with what happened since Sirius escaped.’ Harry nods again and (Y/N) smiles. ‘Let’s go to the kitchens, I don’t think anyone will be there,’ (Y/N) suggests. She says goodbye to Dumbledore and McGonagall.

‘It is good to see you, (Y/N),’ McGonagall says. (Y/N) smiles and this time her eyes smile too.

‘Good to see you too, professor.’

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Harry follows (Y/N) to the kitchens. He notices that she is not wearing wizards clothes. She is wearing a plain black jeans and shirt instead of robes. Harry focuses on the label on the back of (Y/N)’s shoes while they walk silently through the halls.

They enter the kitchens and sit down. (Y/N) looks around and smiles.

‘Wow, it has not changed at all. I remember all the nights and mornings I have sat here. Stealing candy with James, drinking tea with Remus, comforting Sirius. I even baked a cake here with Peter for your mom’s birthday!’ She stops looking around and focuses on Harry. ‘I’m sorry I keep on talking. Do you want anything? Tea, coffee?’

‘No, thanks. I just had breakfast.’ It is the first thing Harry says and he feel he is getting red when (Y/N) laughs.

‘You even have your dad’s voice!’ Harry smiles. ‘I am sorry to disturb your Sunday, but the truth is that I am really nervous to meet Sirius. I haven’t seen him in fifteen years and I don’t know if he has changed!’

Harry looks at (Y/N). She looks genuinely worried. He looks in her (y/e/c) eyes and scans her face. He understands why Sirius fell for her. She has a natural beauty and in her eyes there is a laugh even though she is looking worried right now.

‘Can you tell me what happened since Sirius escaped? You don’t have to into details very much but I would like to know some… background.’

Harry starts telling hesitatingly. (Y/N) looks at him interested and she only nods.

‘…then Ron’s rat turned into Peter-‘ Harry stops; (Y/N) has suddenly risen from her chair and is now walking up and down in the kitchen.

‘I knew it! I knew it wasn’t Sirius! But Wormtail? Who would have thought that! That son of a bitch!’ she says angrily. Red sparks are coming from her wand. After a minute she is calmed down and she sits back down on her chair.

‘Please tell me they got him.’  

‘Uhh… Well…’ Harry stammers. (Y/N) drops her head on the table.

‘Shit, so now he is back to Voldemort?’

‘Yes. Should I go on?’ Harry asks careful. She nods.

Harry continues, he tells about how he and Hermione saved Sirius, about fourth year and how Sirius broke into a house to talk to Harry ((Y/N) laughs), about the battle against Voldemort in the graveyard and about fifth year, how he and Ron and Hermione founded Dumbledore’s Army, about Arthur Weasley’s attack and about how Voldemort exposed himself at the ministry at the end of the year.

‘Harry you are more than your father than I thought, but luckily you also have Lily’s intelligence. Your parents would have been so proud of you.’ Harry’s eyes fill with tears. (Y/N) smiles when she sees it.

‘Thank you so much for telling me this, I understand that it is not easy. Is there anything you want to know about me or your parents?’ she asks and Harry nods.

‘Yeah, but I don’t really know what…’ (Y/N) laughs.

‘I’ll just tell something,’ she says. ‘Maybe you want to know a little more about me. Let’s see… I was in the same year as your parents and I immediately became friends with your mother. She was a wonderful girl. I also befriended Remus in first year, but I kept distance from Sirius and James. Then in second year James’ crush became quite obvious and I had to protect Lily from him. That’s when I became friends with Sirius and Peter and eventually also your dad.

Of course we had a lot of fun, but sometimes Sirius and James could go a little too far. I assume that you know about Severus Snape. He did some horrible things and well, so did they. But they changed. Sirius in the summer to sixth year, when he ran away from home and James in the next summer. Snape never changed. In seventh year he would still hex James behind his back. He was a terrible guy.’

‘Yeah I know,’ Harry says.

‘You know Snape?’ (Y/N) asks surprised.

‘Yeah, he is the DADA teacher. He is awful.’

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. ‘Why would Dumbledore hire him as a teacher?! He was a death eater!’ Harry shrugs. ‘Well, we shouldn’t let this turn into a I-hate-Snivellus-talk, though I wouldn’t mind to be honest…  

Sirius and I started dating in sixth year and after we graduated we moved in together with Remus. We were happy, or as happy as anyone can be when there is a war going on…

And then you got born. You were the prettiest baby I have ever seen. Your parents loved you so much. They would take you to order-meetings and sit with you in the corner not paying any attention to what was being said. Sirius, Remus or I would watch you if James and Lily had a mission or when they went out.

Everything was wonderful for a year. But then it happened. Lily and James murdered, Sirius imprisoned and everyone thought he killed Peter. I didn’t, I could not believe that Sirius had killed someone, he would never kill someone. I kept writing to the ministry and eventually they sent me to France. I still wrote letters though, no one could make me believe that Sirius was a murderer.

Years went by. Then I got a letter from Dumbledore, saying that Sirius had escaped. He didn’t want me to come yet, but he said he would keep me updated. He wrote me twice. In one year.’

(Y/N)’s voice was bitter and her eyes turned into two fires.

‘The year after that, that was your fourth year, I got a letter from Remus, saying that Sirius was still on the run and he wrote that I should stop sending letters to the ministry. No one told me that he was innocent, no one told me that it was in fact Peter who betrayed Lily and James. Anyway, finally I got a letter from Dumbledore asking me to come here and meet Sirius. It took me a whole year before I got here but I am here now.’

Harry stares at (Y/N). He is having a hard time to accept all the information he just got. He never expected from Dumbledore to be so mysterious, even more than normal. Why didn’t anyone tell her Sirius was innocent?

(Y/N) smiles while she looks at Harry. ‘I’ll leave you for now. I think you have enough to think about for the next… well month, if not year.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry says. ‘Thank you.’

‘No, thank you Harry. You really helped me.’

Harry and (Y/N) get up and leave the kitchens. They walk past the Great Hall and are now by the door. Harry decides to ask something that has bothered him since he heard you were coming back:

‘If you are here illegal, where are you going to stay?’

‘Oh, I am going to meet with Remus. I actually hope I can stay with him.’ (Y/N) hugs Harry and says goodbye. ‘I’ll see you soon, Harry.’

Harry watches (Y/N) disappear into the fog that hangs over the school grounds and then turns around.

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Eternally Yours

Anniversary Request Special

Description: Dogged by poverty, you struggle to raise your daughter until an unknown patron appears and becomes a little more than just a financial support. However, maybe this unknown gentleman isn’t so unknown after all.

Warning: domestic abuse, substance abuse

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: fem!reader x Hyunjin

It is only when the cold morning air slips under your shirt does the gravity of the whole situation make your hands shake and your knees buckle. You immediately crouch under the illumination of a streetlight as tears pour from your eyes. What are you going to do now? You have no job let alone a place to stay. Not to mention the scars left by your lover render your mind immobile. You never once thought things would turn out like this when you married him. Never had this night crossed your mind every time he touched you, sending tingles across your skin, or every time he said your name like it was the only name that mattered in the world. You were so in love, and if you are being honest, you still are no matter how much he’s betrayed you. Still, you know it’s for your own good that you move on, but can you?

“Are you in pain?”

Your head snaps up at the voice of a stranger. Before you stands a sophisticated man dressed in a handsome tuxedo. You know who he is. The whole town knows who he is.

“Do you want to forget it all?”

“Mommy! Guess what?” 

“Yes, Love?” you smile tiredly as you thank the babysitter for her time. She’s too busy looking after the fifteen other children running around at the park to notice, and you immediately feel bad for putting your child under such poor supervision, but it is all you can afford.

“I got a new toy today!” Proudly, she shows you a brand new stuffed sheep.

An eyebrow shoots up. “That’s g-great! Where’d you get that?” you ask, hoping there was a charity giveaway at pre-school or something.

“It was from Mr. H!”

“Mr. H?” you repeat, feeling more and more worried.

“Yep! He had a funny hat and gave me this and some snacks,” she smiles.

“Now, now, Nayeon, what did we say about talking to strangers?” you warn.

“But he’s not a stranger, Mommy! You receive papers from him too, don’t you?”

You flinch at this. It is true that you’ve been receiving random checks from a person by that alias for a while now. Since you fear that it is some sort of a Ponzi scheme, you’ve been ignoring them. Now he is after your daughter too? You wonder if you’ve gotten involved with the mafia or worse. You hold your child to your chest as you cast a look at the distracted babysitter. Maybe it’ll be worth spending a little more on daycare. Your lunch isn’t that important anyway.

“Ah, you’ve learned to read well, haven’t you, Love?”

“Yes, Mommy!” she beams proudly.

“Still, I don’t want you near people like that, okay?”

“But--”

You give her your best ‘listen to you mother’ look and she quiets down.

“Okay…”

“There’s my good girl.”

You take her hand as you walk home, but you can’t help but notice how happy she looks clutching onto her new stuffed animal. You had never been able to get her too many things before, let alone something so new and made clearly of the softest, finest materials. Who is this Mr. H and what possibly does he have to gain from a broke single mother and her daughter? The unease keeps you tossing and turning all night as thoughts of his malicious intentions flood your mind.

A week later, you will your tired legs up the brick steps of the new daycare center. You have to be quick, for your next shift starts in half an hour, and you still have to get your little angel home before then. Once you enter the building, Nayeon waves to you while putting away blocks with a man around your age who is wearing a colorful apron. Suddenly, your head spins.

“Hey!” he exclaims, staring at the flour stain you threw onto his apron.

You stick your tongue at him as a peal of giggles escape you.

“Oh, you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he teases. 

Before you know it, he has an arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand smears your face with flour. You squeal as you try in vain to escape him.

“No fair! You’re so much stronger!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, releasing you to walk to a cupboard. “But we’re adding scotch to these cookies.

“You’re always drinking,” you scold.

“Hey, what’s college for if not for alcohol and all-nighters?”

“Whatever, H--”

You blink before the weird vision of yourself finishes her sentence. You must be tired from all those graveyard shifts. Looking back at the man, you decide that he must be one of the volunteers by his apron.

You wave back with your best smile and go to the front desk to pay for your daughter’s stay.

“For L/N Nayeon,” you tell the receptionist.

She types a few things in and looks at you confused. “Nayeon, right? N-A-Y-E-O-N?”

“That’s right.” You lean over the counter, confused as to what can be wrong.

“It says in our system that you’ve already paid for this month, Ms. L/N. Did you want to pay in advance for the next one?”

“No, I didn’t, but what do you mean I already paid? I barely got my paycheck yesterday.”

“For L/N Nayeon?” another worker pokes in. “It wasn’t you who paid, Ms. L/N, but your boyfriend.”

“My what?”

“Is he not?” she gasps. “I’m so sorry! I just assumed since he paid for everything and even volunteered to play with the kids!”

She points to the play area where your daughter is in only to find just kids. “Huh, that’s weird. He was here a minute ago.”

You feel a tug on your shirt and look down to see Nayeon staring back at you. You immediately lean down to pick her up.

“Was there someone playing with you earlier?” you ask her.

She nods happily. “Yeah! It was Mr. H!”

Your heart drops at that name. “Nayeon--”

“But it’s okay cause Auntie said so!”

The worker looks at you guiltily. “I thought he was your boyfriend,” she repeats.

“Fine,” you frown. “Can we check the name on his card from when he paid at least?”

The one at the computer shakes her head sadly. “It says it was a cash transaction.”

“Maybe this will help!” interrupts Nayeon, holding an envelope to your face.

“What’s this?”

She answers, “He told me to give this to my mommy, so that’s you!”

You take the envelope and glance at the clock on the wall. You don’t have much time to keep squabbling about this mysterious man. The workers apologize profusely for their negligence and promise to find what they can about Mr. H. You thank them for their time and take Nayeon home hastily.

That night, as Nayeon lays sound asleep on your shared bed, you take out the envelope from earlier. You can’t tell if the shaking of your hands is from the tension of the unknown or from washing dishes for the past four hours.

“Dear L/N Y/N,” the letter reads. “I’m sure I have caused you some concern by involving myself in parts of your life lately, and I apologize sincerely for this. However, I would like to assure you that I mean no harm in my actions. I have merely heard of your and sweet Nayeon’s situation and would like to help however I can. If you do not wish that I be near your daughter, I completely understand, but please let me continue being a patron of Nayeon’s upbringing; her angelic charms and sweet smile have taken my heart completely. I’m sure you understand. To show my sincerity, I have included a new lunch card with this letter. It should be loaded with enough to last her the entire year, snacks included. I hope that you will consider my offer. Yours truly, Mr. H.”

Patron? If these past few years have taught you anything, it is that there is no free lunch in this world. You look at Nayeon then back at the letter. Nayeon, letter. Nayeon, letter. Nayeon, lunch card. 

You’d be lying if you said you can go without his gift; one of your greatest guilts is imagining your daughter sitting alone on the swings while the rest of her class indulges in frozen fruit bars or chocolate graham crackers. Are you perhaps being too paranoid about this whole situation? No, this is seriously too good to be true.

You turn the letter over and scribble your own message on its back before putting it into the envelope. You will have Nayeon deliver it to him.

For a year your only communication with this man is through Nayeon and the daycare center whenever he comes in to pay her fees. Your first reply back was a simple “Who are you?” to which he replies:

“Dear L/N Y/N, I apologize for my need to conceal my identity. While I do not wish to deceive you by providing a false identity, I also wish to protect my real one. Just pretend I am no more than a passing wind. I hope you understand this; the last thing I would want is for you to feel indebted to me. More importantly, how are you? Being a single mother must be tough. I offer my sincerest condolences about your struggles. I hope I can free you from at least a few shifts throughout the week so that you might find time for yourself. Nayeon is doing great at this daycare. She is learning to add very well, but I am sure you already know this. I hope you both are well. Until next time, Mr. H.”

Over the months, you grow more and more fond of Mr. H. You don’t even grow anxious anymore when opening his letters. Instead, you find yourself looking forward to them. Admittedly, although ashamedly, you have grown to depend on his support; just the other day, you even ordered soda with your lunch. Nayeon looks happy about him too. You’ve let him associate with her at the daycare again, and she looks extra jubilant on the days he visits.

After those twelve months, you find yourself standing among other parents as the graduating class of kindergarteners walk across the stage. You’ve taken an entire day off just to spend it with your little girl, and you cannot be more pleased with your decision as she bounces towards you in a yellow gown, diploma in her hand and smile on her face.

“Mommy! You came!” she squeals.

“Of course I did! I wouldn’t miss your graduation for the world!” You scoop her up into your arms. “Did you see me when you walked on stage?”

“I did! And--” She stops as her eyes widen upon seeing someone behind your shoulder. “Mr. H!”

You whip around at that name, trying to see whom she was pointing to. You’re met with a tall man who quickly tips his hat over his face.

He isn’t quick enough to stop you from noticing how familiar he looks though, and definitely not quick enough to hide his resemblance to Nayeon. He tries walking away, but you stop him.

“Hey!” you call, hurrying after him. “Stop! Please stop.”

He hesitates, but finally does as you request, standing with his head down and faced away from you.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you gasp, a little breathless from the chase. “For everything. At least let me offer you tea or something at my place.”

“Your place?” he finally says after a moment.

“Yes. To celebrate Nayeon. I bought cookies for the occasion too. My apartment isn’t too far from here. Please come over to have some.”

As if he were an antique wind-up doll, he stiffly turns towards you. “Would you say that even if you knew who I am?”

“What do you mean? Of course I would; it’s the least I can do,” you chuckle, trying to see under his hat.

Slowly, he lifts up his chin so that you can see his tear-filled eyes.

“Y/N…” he breathes as if finding a long lost lover.

You are stricken by a strange sense of familiarity once you see his face, but you can’t quite remember where you’ve seen him before.

“Yes?” you decide to answer plainly.

He furrows his brows. “D-do you not remember me?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. Should I?”

His eyes widen at your straight forward confession. “N-no, I must have mistaken you for someone else too. I apologize.”

“Well, um, it’s great to finally meet you. Tea then?” you suggest awkwardly. 

He nods and you walk towards your destination, leaving him staring at your back in awe.

At your apartment, you grab two jars of tea leaves from the cupboard. You turn to him and ask, “Would you like green tea or--”

The cupboards are thrown open. Broken glass litter the floor. In the corner, a man sits on the ground with his head in his hands. 

“Honey?” you call out. “Honey, you alright?”

“What do you think?” he hisses.

“Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s called getting out of my face!”

You withdraw your steps. “I was just trying to be nice.”

“Well you’re just being a pain.”

You crouch before him, deciding to be the bigger person. “If you change your mind, just know that I’m here for you and I love y--”

Before you can finish, his body lurches forward and projectile vomits all over your shoes.

“Are you alright?”

You blink twice, bringing Mr. H back into focus.

“Yes,” you say through a forced smile. 

He walks over to you with a worried frown and feels your forehead with his hand. Unaccustomed to the sudden proximity, you take a step back and clear your throat.

“I um, might actually have some wine somewhere if you’d prefer that.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, embarrassedly rubbing his palms together. “And I don’t drink anymore. Green tea sounds lovely, if you don’t mind.”

You nod, ignoring the heat rising to your face, and put a kettle on the stove.

You collapse onto Mr. H as he rubs circles into your skin to help you feel better.

“Your stupid boss again?” he whispers.

You nod, careful not to make any noise that would wake up your daughter. She and her third grade class have their first ever state exam tomorrow, and you are determined to help her do well.

“Thanks for being here,” you sigh.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do,” he murmurs into your hair.

“No, the truth is, you don’t have to do any of this, yet here you are.”

He pauses at this, lips pressing into a fine line.

“Mr. H?” 

He looks down at you and once again, you are stricken by a sense of familiarity.

“Do you really not remember who I am?” he asks.

You want to shake your head, but your attention is already somewhere else, somewhere much more inviting. 

You watch his lips move as he repeats your name and feel yourself leaning closer as your eyes start to close. You see him giving up on the question as he mirrors your actions. You can’t remember the last time you felt so blissful wrapped up in someone’s arms like you belong there and nowhere else. 

However, as soon as your lips touch, he pulls away hurriedly and jumps off the couch. 

“I-I’m sorry!” you stammer.

“No!” he says too angrily. “I mean, don’t be; it’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

“I should have read the signs. I should have known you don’t feel the same,” you continue, tears threatening.

He hurries back to you upon seeing your state. “No, no, you’re wrong, Y/N. I love you more than anything.”

His sudden confession surprises you. “But that ring…” You look at the wedding band he has on a chain around his neck every time you see him.

“Oh, this? It’s… it’s for someone I lost long ago.”

You let out a noise of understanding. “I’m sorry if I undermined your memory of her.”

“It’s not that…”

“Then why did you pull away? Do I-- Do I repulse you?”

“Don’t you dare think that!” he scolds. “If anything, it’s me who’s repulsive.”

“What do you mean?”

He drops his gaze. “They did a really good job, didn’t they?” 

“Mr. H, wha--”

“Three years I have spent looking for you, and five more I spent in your and Nayeon’s presences-- company which I do not deserve-- yet I have been so selfish, so unwilling to let it all go.”

“What are you--”

“But I can’t lie to you any more, Y/N. Not when I’ve spent all these years doing so.”

“Mr. H, please. You’re confusing me even more.”

“Levanter Inc,” he says suddenly.

“The memory erasing firm?” you frown. “What about them?”

He finally lifts his eyes to meet yours. “Are you sure you want to know the truth?”

“If that’s what’s keeping us apart, then yes,” you answer determinedly. 

He thinks for a moment before continuing, “I just want you to know, that if you want nothing to do with me anymore after learning it, I completely understand.”

“Mr. H…”

“You know that’s not my name.”

“Then what is it?”

He swallows a knot and reaches a hand towards yours. You let him take it and he slips a cold object onto your finger. It’s a wedding band, you realize. One that matches with his.

He twists it over to show you an engraving on the side. “Read it,” he tells you. “Read it and you’ll have the answers to everything.”

You cast him one final look before vocalizing the string of characters that encrowns your finger like it has been there your whole life.

And then the memories came flooding back.

You are hollow as you stare at the stick in your hands. You are supposed to be happy. At least, your sister was when she told you the news while wrapped up in her husband’s arms. Your best friend was too when she called you while her husband’s smooches sounded over the phone, so why aren’t you?

You let out a sigh as you drop it into a zip lock along with all the other tests that all read the same results. You look at the clock. It reads half past midnight, meaning it will be at least another two hours before your own husband arrives. You guess you can go to bed first like you do every night, but you know the discovery you just made is going to keep you restless. Instead, you keep busy by cleaning every spot of the house to distract yourself from the emptiness inside you. 

Truth is, you know why you aren’t happy about the news. You know why you haven’t been happy in general for a while now. Last month’s attempt to rekindle that flame with your husband had failed and resulted in the predicament you are in now. 

Perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing though; perhaps this is the push you needed, you realize as you wipe down the last of the kitchen counter. It’s a little past three now. You sit by the dining table with a glass of milk, facing the door waiting for the only person who can pass through it while fidgeting with your engagement ring. A half hour later, he stumbles past the threshold as drunk as he usually is.

“Y/N?” he grunts. “Why are you still awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh.”

His tie is missing and he reeks of substances you can’t even name.

“Aren’t you going to ask why?”

He lets out a fed up exhale and turns to you. “Look, I work hard at my job every day and am exhausted. I don’t have time for this.”

You’re calm as you ask, “But you have time for this, right?” You pull out a bottle of whiskey and slam it on the table.

“So what if I do?” he snaps back. “I need something to distract me from what’s waiting for me at home!”

“I’m your wife,” you remind him bitterly.

“No, you’re just a regret.”

Instinctively, your hand flies up to your belly. Is this a regret too? It must be, you realize.

“What’s that?” he demands, spotting your bag of used tests on the coffee table.

“Nothing!” you insist, running to it first and hiding it behind your back.

“Give it,” he growls to which you shake your head. 

“Give it!” he screams again. 

When you don’t listen, he raises his palm and pierces the room with a clear smack as it connects with your face. As it does, the bag flies from your hands and he dives to catch it. You stare at him, scared senseless as an unreadable expression crosses his face as he realizes what is in his hands. Even the pain on your cheek can’t compare to the one in your heart as it slams itself against your rib cage.

Finally, when he looks up with stunned eyes, you snap out of your trance and slip your wedding ring off your finger. You press the metal into his palm and curl his clammy fingers around it.

“I’m sorry,” you begin, fighting back tears. “I know this is the last thing you wanted-- with me, at least-- but I know I can’t raise my child in this environment either. I hope you’re happier without us. I hope that you can keep your promise the next time you give someone this…”

With that, you turn on your heels and march out the front door.

“No wait, Y/N!” he cries after you, sounding completely sober now.

His height advantage lets him catch up to you in no time. He grabs your wrist to turn you around but immediately drops it when he sees the fire in your eyes.

With finality, you state, “Good bye, Hyunjin.”

~ ad.gold

A/N: Thank you for your request and support! I’m sorry I couldn’t do your first request. I’ve actually never seen a Studio Ghibli film cause I’m a petty never-have-i-ever player and that one always gets everyone AHAHAHA. I hope you enjoyed what I have here! ~ad.gold

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Sirius x Reader - We’re Family

Hello, if you are taking requests I would like to ask for a one shot of Sirius Black. Where he and the reader are reunited after his escape from Azkaban. They dated while in Hogwarts (she was a Ravenclaw) and they had a daughter together ( who likes Harry) She was always tormented on what to believe and once he returns all doubts go away and just a reunion full of angst and fluff. Thanks, sorry for the specifics. Thanks! 💙

1981 was simultaneously the best and worst year of your enitre life, as were the following years. You had been on cloud nine in the early months, living with your long time boyfriend Sirius Black. You had met in Potions class and had hit it off. Despite his reputation, he had been loyal to you since fifth year when you had become official. Every day he had shown you how dearly he loved you, you hoped he knew how much you loved him. 

You remembered the day like it was yesterday. You had invited all of your dearest friends to dinner as you had an announcement to make. Not even Sirius was in on your secret, you had wanted to surprise him. James, Lily and Harry were the first to arrive, their scarves wrapped around their necks to keep them from the January chill. Harry was only seven months old but you could already see so much of his parents in him already, especially his father. You embraced Lily, kissing the top of Harry’s head as your heart soared. 

Sirius and James clapped each other the backs, wide smile on their faces as Remus arrived alone, Peter not being able to make it to your get together. You kissed his cheeks as they all settled at the table, James cuddling Harry to his chest as you set to bringing all the food to the table as Sirius poured a drink for everyone, including you. You’d been so excited to tell everyone. 

After everyone had their fill of food you had anxiously stood, Sirius gripping your hand and looking to you in confusion. You had seemed off all day, and you knew he noticed, eyeing your still full wine glass and the way you kept bouncing your knee. He had always been able to tell when something was different. 

Everyone’s eyes had followed you and with a grin and tears already welling in your eyes you’d announced, “Sirius and I are having a baby!” You’d thought your boyfriend was going to pass out on the spot, his hand squeezing yours nearly painfully. 

“We are?” He’d croaked as your friends had broken into cheers and laughter. Without notice, he was standing looking at your stomach and then back to you, kissing you with a joy you had been filled with. You hadn’t been showing yet, just enough to look bloated and it had been easy to hide but you had been relieved once they all knew.

By that September you had given birth to the most gorgeous baby girl you had ever seen. Sirius and you were happier than you’d ever been, an engagement ring placed on your finger as you had rested once your long hours of labor had ended. 

Yet, by October your lives were destroyed. It had been a blur, the news that James and Lily had been given up, the Dark Lord himself taking their lives. You hadn’t even heard that Harry had survived before accusations were being thrown at Sirius for giving them up. He’d been their secret keeper after all but it hadn’t made sense. You were left with a screaming baby as her father was dragged away and imprisoned without a trial.

Sirius had been taken from you so quickly you hadn’t had time to breathe. No letters and no visitations, you weren’t even sure if he was still alive and it was a burden you carried every single day. Your daughter, Lyra, was a curious girl and as she grew up you had to face many questions about her father that you didn’t know the answer to. 

Remus helped all he could but he was spiraling and you believed that seeing you and Lyra hurt more than it helped most days. 

--

“Mom?” Your daughter called, looking over her shoulder as you had frozen on the spot. 

“Coming! Go on and go through, I’ll be behind you,” You reassured as she sped forward, vanishing through the brick wall, her cat hissing in distaste. 

You followed after her after giving yourself a stern talking to. The red and gold of her robes had a way of transporting you to the past and she was more like Sirius every day. 

When you appeared you found her talking excitedly to Harry, a glint in her eye you knew very well. It was how you had looked at her father. “Good to see you again love,” You smiled to the bespectacled boy in front of you, kissing his forehead with the motherly love he so wished to have. You ached for his loss, you knew if James and Lily were still here he wouldn’t go a day wishing for anything. 

“Good to see you too Ms. Y/L/N.”  Despite the ring that remained on your finger after twelve draining years you were not legally his wife, nor could you damn your daughter with the Black name. You knew Sirius was not his family, and deep down you knew he was innocent but the kids at school would certainly be relentless if their parents told them who your father was.

You and Lyra shopped for her school supplies, you trying not to get caught in the past. You snapped back to it when your daughter let out a deep sigh. “Mom can we please go one year without you going completely silent? I want to have fun...” She pleaded and you felt as if she had stabbed you in the heart. This hadn’t been easy for her and you hadn’t been handling the loss of Sirius as well as you hoped. 

“Sorry darling, you’re right,” You gave her a tight smile but pulled her into a grounding hug, feeling more like yourself. 

After getting her supplies she dragged you to The Three Broomsticks, claiming Ron and his parents were there with Harry and Hermione. You hadn’t ever been close to Molly or Arthur but the moment you walked in Arthur was staring you with startled eyes. He was tense as he looked to Molly, a pitying look on her face as Lyra broke away from you to go speak to her friends. 

“Y/N,” Arthur said your name carefully as if you were a caged animal he was approaching with caution. “I would like to speak to you,” 

You were already feeling nervous form his somber expression. “What is it Arthur? Is something wrong with the kids?” You were curious, not having many things to talk about.

“As you know I work for the ministry and it has come to my attention that... Well...” Arthur bumbled and your heart pounded uncomfortably. 

“Come out with it then,” You ordered. 

Arhtur lowered his voice to where you had to lean in to hear him but when you heard what he had to say you wished you hadn’t. You paled, the air cut off to your lungs for a moment before you started hyperventilating. 

Sirus Black has escaped Azkaban, I believe his motive is to....well, to kill Harry. Please look out for Lyra, I think she might be in danger too. 

The news that Sirius escaped was unthinkable but even more so ridiculous was the notion that he would want to harm Harry, let alone his own daughter. Your vision was growing dark and Arthur was helping you to a seat as Lyra appeared in front of you.

“Mom?” She asked carefully as you gripped her hands in yours and tried to slow your breathing. Focus, you don’t want her to see you like this. 

“Sorry darling, I don’t know what came over me,” You sniffled and fell heavy into the inn chair as Arthur found his place besides Molly as you spoke with your daughter. “It must just be that your growing up so fast,” You lied, hand stroking her dark hair lovingly. 

“Are you alright?” She asked as the color slowly made its way back into your face. 

“Of course, I’m fine,” You rubbed at the tears you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “No go on, I’m sorry for worrying you, I’m alright,” You promised as she left your side after embracing you. She had a heart of gold, as in tune to your emotions as Sirius was. 

It was some time later that the news of Sirius breaking into the castle had reached your ears. You didn’t want to give in to Arthur’s thoughts but the doubts had started to sink in. If Sirius was innocent and free, why hadn’t he come to you first? Why hadn’t he tried to contact you yet? You had been sending Lyra letters frequently, trying to make sure she was safe. 

You didn’t honestly think that Sirius would be capable of hurting anyone and you prayed that was still true. You knew he was innocent but twelve years in Azkaban, you couldn’t imagine what that did to a person. 

When there was a knock at your door some days later you were sitting in your living room, sipping nervously at some tea. Since the beginning of the school year you had been a nervous wreck. You hadn’t slept well since Arthur had spoke to you and the insomnia got worse all the time. What if Sirius was at the door?

 You made your way to the door as another knock echoed through your silent home, peeping through the hole you weren’t sure if it was disappointment or relief you felt at the sight of Remus Lupin. You opened the door and he rushed in. 

“Why haven’t you been responding to my letters?” You demanded as he shook his coat off of his form.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” He snapped back, shoulders tense as he looked at the wounded look in your eye. “I’m sorry Y/N, there is just a lot we need to talk about, I think I know what happened,” 

“You mean-?” 

“Sirius is innocent.” Remus confirmed. 

You let out a choked sob as your hands shook and you rushed to Remus, wrapping your arms tight around him. “How?” You cried. 

“It was... It was Peter,” Remus growled, still wondering how his friend could betray them all in such a grievous way. Remus rubbed your back but you pulled away, the both of you tense. 

“Is it true? He’s at hogwarts?” You asked, biting your nails. “Has he seen Lyra? Oh Merlin... Why didn’t he come home Rem?” 

Remus’ eyes were stormy. “Peter is there too, disguised as a rat and Sirius and I have been trying to find a way to end his miserable, pathetic life,” Remus spat. “It will happen soon, and he has to clear his name before he can come back here,” 

You couldn’t believe it. “I need to see him,” You pleaded with your long time friend.

“We can’t have you there...” Remus tried to let you down gently but you weren’t having any of it. 

“I have to be there! He is my daughter’s father and the love of my life Remus! I have waiting every single night wishing and praying he would find his way back home and every day terrified that he was dead. I have been barely hanging on these twelves years and if it wasn’t for Lyra, I-I don’t think I would’ve made it this long,” You tried to hold your emotion at bay but it was all too much. 

Remus hated seeing you this way, you were family to him. “Y/N, darling, please don’t cry,” He sighed. “I suppose I could bring you to Hogwarts with me... Merlin, I’ve done enough to put my career in the dumpster,” He sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. 

You hugged him with all the gratitude you had in your body. “Thank you,” 

A short time later you were chasing Remus to the shrieking shack, Sirius having dragged poor Ron down into the space you and your friends had claimed during Remus’ years at Hogwarts to help manage his shifting into a werewolf. 

Your heart was thudding in your chest as you entered the musty bedroom, Ron wincing in pain as Sirius stood gaunt as his eyes flashed dangerously to Peter Pettigrew who was standing behind a dilapidated piano, Severus Snape slumped on a bed that looked like it was two seconds away from turning to dust. 

“Lyra, darling please leave,” You pleaded, ignoring Sirius’ speech to Peter, his voice rough and unfamiliar, tainted with a hatred. He paused in his tracks however as he heard your voice, clear as a bell ringing through the agony and darkness he’d been living in and then the name of his beloved daughter, the one he hadn’t had any proper time with. 

“Mom?” Lyra’s voice shook as she had her wand out, eyes wide and fear in her eyes as she looked at Sirius, not knowing who it was that stood before her. 

“Come here sweetheart, he won’t hurt you, come here,” You pleaded with her and she nodded bolting to you as you wrapped her in your arms, muttering soothing things to her as she shook. 

“Take her away from here,” Remus instructed, squeezing your shoulder. Your eyes went to Sirius as he was distracted by the sight of you and his darling child, your ring still sparkling. It gave him some hope. Yet in his moment of distraction, Peter tried bolting away. Sirius lunged forward and You pulled Lyra out of the room as the conflict in the room rose. 

“He was going to kill us mom!” She wailed as you tugged her onto the school grounds, the moonlight shining down on you.

“No, sweetheart, he wouldn’t ever do that,” You got choked up realizing she only knew Sirius Black as a killer and not the man that had held her like she was glass and looked at her like there was nothing more precious in the world. “I’ve made so many mistakes Lyra,” You teared up. “I owe you the truth,” 

“Mom?” Lyra asked as you held her with shaking hands. 

“That man, Sirius, he isn’t who you think he is. He is innocent, there is not a bad bone in him, do you hear me?” You asked and she shook her head. 

“I don’t understand!” 

“Sirius Black was framed for the murder of some of my best friends,” You admitted, chest growing tight. “Harry’s parents.” 

Lyra nodded, following. 

“He was my best friend too, he was far more than that,” Lyra’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe it. “Sirius and I dated all through school, after we graduated we stayed together and we eventually had you,” 

Lyra pulled away from you, the confusion of the day becoming far too much for her. “Liar,” She muttered.

“I’m not lying, sweetheart Sirius is innocent, your dad is innocent,” 

“He isn’t my dad!” She screamed. “He isn’t innocent! He is going to kill someone in there, that isn’t right!” 

“Peter isn’t innocent! He’s a murderer and if you should hate anyone hate him!” You tried to reason with her.  “We were a happy family before Sirius took the fall for his crimes...” 

“If I’m going to hate anyone it should be you!” She cried, “How can you defend a man like that?” Lyra was pacing and you wanted nothing more than to gather her in a hug and soothe her even if her words had been a knife to your heart. 

“Lyra-” You began but she cut you off.

“No! You don’t get to talk. You have been lying to me all of my life,” She hissed. “I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say, now get out of my way so I can go save my friends,” 

She pushed past you, going to enter the whomping willow but then all of the occupants were spilling out in a fight. Hermione supported Ron with the help of Harry as Sirius and Remus chased the mousy man that had escaped. Sirius was slow behind them but in was a chaotic few moments as Peter changed back into a rat, snickering as Sirius failed to catch him. 

He was distracted however as the clouds parted to reveal the full moon, shining bright and menacingly over Remus. He held his friend close, trying to keep him present but it was no use against the lycanthropy. You watched as Snape guarded the kids. Sirius noticed and changed into a dog as Remus shifted, his grey skin pulled tight against his reformed bones. He howled a chilling howl and you felt Lyra reach for you as Sirius distracted Remus, the werewolf in him fighting back as he followed Sirius.

Your heart dropped as you heard a distant yelp. “Severus!” You called to the boy you had vaguely known once. “Watch her!” You directed, gesturing to Lyra as you chased after one of your closest friends and the of your life. You were surprised when Harry ran up beside you. 

“He’s my godfather,” He said in way of explanation. 

“He’s Lyra’s dad,” You croaked and Harry didn’t seem to be surprised, just noting the similarities. 

--

It seemed an eternity later as you were gathered in the courtyard, Sirius leading Buckbeak by a thick chain as Harry and Hermione landed beside him. You were shaking with anticipation as he went straight for you, Harry walking past you as you embraced to go to Lyra, talking to her in a low voice. 

“Y/N, darling oh how long it’s been,” Sirius said, wrapping his arms so tightly around you thought you might be crushed. 

“I never stopped waiting for you,” You cried, clutching him back just as hard. 

--

“Have you ever seen her this happy?” Harry asked Lyra as she watched her mother hug a man she had thought a killer, but found to be her missing father, with trepidation. 

“No,” She admitted bitterly as you sobbed into Sirius’ chest, your body shaking with emotion. “I mean, she tries to be happy but I’ve never seen her like this....” 

“He’s a good man,” Harry said as he brushed a lock of hair out of Lyra’s eyes. “My parents trusted him, loved him. He was named my godfather. I trust him too, it’s why ‘Mione and I saved him. Sirius isn’t a killer.... Give him a chance,” 

Lyra had a lot to think about.

--

“I don’t want you to go,” You pleaded with Sirius.

“With Peter gone, my name isn’t cleared yet and yours is the first place they will look...” He sighed, nuzzling his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry my love,” 

“I-I understand,” You agreed. “But I need to be in contact with you, if it’s safe. It’s been so long Siri... I need to know you’re safe and Lyra doesn’t know it yet but she’ll come to forgive you...” 

“I’m not so sure,” Sirius sighed, glancing at his daughter who was in deep conversation with his godson. “But I do have a plan... sort of. I want Harry to live with me during the summer. Grimmauld Place is still mine. You and Lyra could stay with me too,” He looked hopeful and chanced a smile even if he hadn’t practiced personal hygiene for over a decade. You hurt for him. 

“Of course,” you said immediately. “I want to be with you... I want Lyra to know you,” 

“Only Merlin knows if she ever will forgive me,” Sirius sighed but Harry made his way over to you, Lyra sulking behind him. 

He gave her a playful nudge and she glared, staring at the floor. “I guess you have to go, that’s what Harry was saying anyway. Sorry I thought you, well you know, murdered people” She mumbled. “My mom seems to love you and Harry thinks your worth giving a shot. I just have to say a few things,” She continued. “You being gone killed my mother, and you may be my father but you have a lot to make up for. I swear to god if you ever break her heart like that again I’ll hate you forever,” 

“Lyra!” You scolded at the cruel words from your daughter. 

“No, Y/N, she’s right,” Sirius agreed. “I can’t make you love me, I have a lot to make up for that much is true. I can’t do all I want to but I will start trying to keep in contact with your mother- and you, Lyra, if you’ll let me.” 

Lyra thought on a moment but nodded slowly as Harry cleared his throat, prompting her. 

“And Harry, my time is running short here but I would like to ask you to give the honor of being your guardian. After the school year ends, would you like to live with me?” The boy’s eyes bugged out of his head and you rubbed Sirius’ back in a show of approval of his decision. 

Harry nodded quickly as him and Sirius broke away to speak privately with him. 

“Mom,” Lyra said softly, drawing your eyes from your fiance back to her. “I didn’t mean what I said... I don’t hate you,” She was guarded and upset but still couldn’t handle being at odds with you. 

You teared up and she pulled you against her. When had your little girl become your rock? “I’m so, so, sorry,” You choked out. 

“It’s alright,” Lyra comforted. “We’re family, and if that guy makes you happy then I’m willing to try and see him as part of the family too... Just give me time,” 

“You can take all the time you need sweetheart,” You promised, feeling more stable than you had in twelve years. 

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╰ ❛ 💉 — › abigail spencer. cis woman. she/her. . ╯ have you met aubrey sterling yet ? this forty one year old libra has been living in the seattle area for eight years. she makes a living as a chief operating officer, which is best suited for their diplomatic, poised, impatient, and manipulative personality. you don’t own me by saygrace is one of their favorite songs, and they’re written by em, 25, gmt, she/her, no triggers

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N

full name: aubrey rebecca sterling.

nickname(s): aubs, but only if you’re close.

age: forty one (41).

date of birth: 10 october 1979, libra.

hometown: arlington, virginia.

current location: seattle, washington.

ethnicity: caucasian.

nationality: american.

gender: cis female.

pronouns: she/her.

orientation: whatever it is she has questionable taste that’s for certain.

religion: athiest, but don’t tell her mother.

political affiliation: democrat.

occupation: chief operating officer.

living arrangements: a very swanky penthouse apartment.

language(s) spoken: english, french, spanish.

accent: american.

P H Y S I C A L    A P P E A R A N C E

face claim: abigail spencer.

hair color: brunette.

eye color: brown.

height: 5 ft 5.

weight: 117 lbs.

build: petite.

tattoos: none.

piercings: ears.

clothing style: powerful vibes.

usual expression: resting bitch face ofc.

distinguishing characteristics: none.

H E A L T H

physical ailments: none.

neurological conditions: being attracted to john davenport.

allergies: hayfever.

sleeping habits: fluctuates.

eating habits: when she has the time.

exercise habits: when she has the time.

emotional stability: gives the impression of a nine, likely a six.

sociability: truly depends on her mood.

body temperature: slightly warm.

addictions: none.

drug use: has done in the past but not for a long time, will deny it.

alcohol use: who doesn’t?

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits: diplomatic, poised.

negative traits: impatient, manipulative.

fears: will argue that she has no fears.

F A V O U R I T E S

weather: dry.

colour: burgundy.

music: overly attached to 90s pop.

movies: the godfather.

sport: none.

beverage: black coffee, gin.

food: sushi - the proper stuff.

animal: has a real soft spot for cats.

H E A D C A N O N S

aubrey was born as the second of four children to fairly well off parents in arlington, virginia. her father had made his money in insurance, and her mother was a well respected professor at georgetown university.

none of the sterling kids had ever wanted for anything - a comfortable lifestyle that had given each of the children the opportunity to explore their own sports and hobbies as they saw fit.

aubrey felt most at home in the debate club. she’d find flaws in arguments without much hesitation, able to wipe the floor with any of the opponents that came her way. she led her high school debate team to victory a number of times during her time, far grateful to have found that rather than have been pushed into something far out of her comfort zone - like sports.

it was no surprise that aubrey went into pre-law when she was accepted into brown. brown wasn’t her first choice of undergrad establishments, but it was merely a stepping stone onto a wider career for her. she came into her own, found her independece, and thrived. 

achieving a spectacular score in her LSATs had her heading straight for harvard law - an institute that she was proud to attend, and exactly where she met john davenport. and thus what began an increasingly complicated relationship. the competition, the tension, do i really have to spell it out for you? 

at the height, the pair were both competing for the same coveted spot at a firm in new york city. i mean, you can imagine just how bad they both were. and surprisingly the firm folded - offered them both positions, when they’d only been competing for one. they’re that good.

the on-and-off, the competing, the power struggles between them continued even into the early stages of john dating nancy (men!). of course aubrey wasn’t really happy with that whole situation going on but that’s life ya know.

when john married nancy, aubrey managed to secure herself a promotion at another firm. she’d say it was just the way that timing worked out, but anyone who knew her that well knew that she’d seeked it out, deciding it was much easier if her and john weren’t under the same roof.

and it worked, for the most part. aubrey kept things professional, kept her distance. when john announced he was moving to london, there was a slight slip in the professionalism once again, and that was the last time the two had seen each other in person.

aubrey continued to thrive in her career in new york, eventually meeting the man who would go on to be her fiance. he was a doctor at lennox hill hospital, and for a while things were going really well.

eight years ago, they got the call for her fiance to take up a head of department position at seattle presbyterian, and before she could really have a chance to consider her options, they were packed up and ready to go. aubrey will cite this as her biggest regret to date, having not wanted to move at all.

despite this, they managed to settle themselves in a nice home, and aubrey was proposed to three years after being in seattle. aubrey had settled into a position at a local law firm, and even though it wasn’t quite the life she was used to, she was happy. for the most part.

four years of engagement later, and aubrey was starting to get antsy. she felt like something was wrong, like her fiance wasn’t as fully committed to the relationship as he used to be, as she would have hoped he would be if they were meant to be getting married. she started investigating, and didn’t like what she’d found.

as it turned out, the head of department position hadn’t been the only reason for moving to seattle. her now-fiance had found out that he had a son, and hadn’t thought to include aubrey on this. for years he’d been spending time with this other family, and aubrey felt completely betrayed.

so, aubrey began some secrets of her own. she found herself a penthouse apartment, and over the course of a few months she started moving her belongings there when she could. not a lot, just some clothes here and there, some of her keepsakes. not enough for him to notice that anything was wrong. 

she also secured herself a job as chief operating officer at another firm, removing herself from anything about her that her fiance knew about. and that was it - one night, two weeks ago, aubrey simply did not go to the home that they had shared. she’d left a letter, explaining that she knew about everything and that she wasn’t going to be putting up with it any more. 

aubrey is still currently wearing her engagement ring - she’s worn it for five years, taking it off feels strange. she’ll replace it with someone else eventually, the ring holding no meaning for her any more, but she just feels lost without it. she’s just started her new job too, look out john davenport. she’s back.

W A N T E D    C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

the ex fiance can you IMAGINE the WWE smackdown that would occur i’m living for it.

let’s give her a medical sibling??????

bffs pls and thanks

[vampqueersarchive]

In a World Uncertain, Say You’ll be my Stone

Okay this is a original fic by me im sorry if its shit i was listening to an Alessia Cara song when I wrote this and used Troye songs in this as well idk its cute and i love it

Rating: G Word count: 4,427 Warnings: Accidental outing Summary: Freddie a makeup youtuber and his best friend Reese a singer decide to fake date after Freddie accidentally outs himself aka FRIENDS TO BOYFRIENDS (This is straight up fluff yo!)

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An annoying buzz was the first thing Freddie heard, a buzz he wanted to stop. Turning over with a groan he pulled his phone to his face, seeing his sister Katherine's name blinking across the too-bright screen. With weak still slow from sleep hands he finally answered with a sigh. "Hello-" He started voice gruff from just waking up. "You have got some explaining to do Mr." Katherine started in a soft, yet demanding tone. "Mum is going to kill you!" "Kat, the love of my life, Mum can kill me later, it's too early." He mumbled sleepily turning his face into the plush pillow. "Freddie, you're on the front page of every magazine, they caught you kissing Hayden." At that moment Freddie felt everything well up in his throat, suddenly all the drinks he had the night before had turned against him. He felt moments away from crying but also getting sick. "No..." he trailed off, "It can't be." he half-whispered to himself and his sister. "Kat, tell mum I'll call later." without letting her reply, he hung up his almost dead iPhone and did what he couldn't do on the phone. Freddie let himself cry, he couldn't believe he let himself get so absorbed into the night before. He could not believe he did what he promised himself he would never do until he felt that the time was right.

Freddie Barnes outed himself.

It wasn’t the fact that Freddie wanted to stay in the closet or the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable being himself. Hell no! That wasn’t Freddie, as most of Freddie's friends could attest to Bi Pride day he wore pink, lavender and blue as if his life depended on it. People. Biphobic people, homophobic people, transphobic, aphobic, nonbinaryphobic people were the ones he couldn’t handle. As strong as Freddie was he couldn’t handle all the hate that would be directed to him. Freddie knew the feeling all too well, back in Doncaster when he came out and all of his friends left him abandoned. Then a few years ago when his best friend came out and the internet flooded with so much love, but love is always drowned out by the unbearable hate. “Hayden,” Freddie spoke in a small brittle voice. Hayden Sanders his best friend who had to deal with all this hate long before, now getting even more all because of a drunken truth or dare game. All because of me Freddie thought to himself, It’s all your fault. Before Freddie could get any more down on himself a soft knock came from the other side of his door. “Come in” he softly spoke trying not to give the person an indication that he had been crying for the better part of an hour. Hayden slowly stepped through the door, looking about as rough as Freddie did. His long curls in an unruly heap that was meant to be a bun. Tear stain’s running from the waterline of his lashes, in long unforgiving streaks down to his chin. His clothes a wrinkled mess, still in the same outfit from the previous night. And worst of all he refused to meet Freddie gaze. “Hayden please look at me.” Freddie pleaded, his wobbly voice betraying him. However, Hayden still would not look into his eyes, he shuffled across the room towards Freddie bed taking Freddie tight in his arms and releasing the sobs Hayden tried so hard to keep in. This sent Freddie reeling, only tangling his fingers into Hayden’s lilac jumper, sending the tears he tried to hold back down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry Fredd.” Hayden whispered in his thick low voice. “I am so sorry.” Either of them could say any words, they only curled closer into the embrace. ~ It felt as though days past when Freddie woke up to the sound of glass clacking together. Sleepily rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pulling himself out of his large round bed and going to look for Hayden. With each step on the cold hardwood floor, Freddie remembered the hours before. The call from Katherine, another step Outing himself, another step Hayden coming crying, another step After being hit with a repeat of everything Freddie quickly made his way to his small kitchen, only to be face to face with Hayden. Hayden wasn’t himself, his usual bright cheeky smile reached his eyes. But now his eyes were dull, and his smile was just a fake one. As if he was trying to be strong for the both of them. “I made you tea, no milk like you like it,” Hayden said sliding a cup towards Freddie, placing his hands on the small island in the middle of the kitchen. “Freddie, I am so sorry. I can fix this I swear.” He pleaded, his smile faltering as his voice choked with the urge to cry. A few tetras weld up in Freddie's eyes only for him to shake his head. “H, there’s nothing you can do. What’s done is done. It was bound to happen at some point.” He shrugged, opening his arm nodding at his best friend to come in for a cuddle. “Now, all those fanfics of us will double, who knows maybe we’ll be some uni students looking for a new year’s kiss,” Freddie smirked as he sipped on his tea, causing Hayden to groan in response. “I didn’t even think of all the people that ship us. It’s rather cute though don’t you think.” Hayden mused, wrapping his arm around the small of Freddie back, making them connect seamlessly as they always do. Freddie giggled nodding, “I quite like the ones where we fake date each other to be honest. But that’s off the record Sanders.” The stern voice only to be compromised by the joyful expression, sending crinkles up to his eyes. A pleasant silence consumed the two of them before the elephant in the room became too much to bear. “Why don’t I call the lads?” Hayden suggested, looking at the wobble of Freddie's lip. “Please?” ~ Hours later and a distraction of pizza and makeovers lefts Freddie feeling better, that was until he decided to check his phone. As soon as he plugged in his rose gold iPhone, he went about his usual routine and clicked on twitter. As the app loaded Freddie nerves kicked in, dropping his phone to the ground causing Hayden, Ashton, and Liam to jump in their seats. As if in an instant, the boys were all wrapped tightly around Freddie, whispering sweet compliments into his hair. This went on until Freddie was finally calmed enough and stopped crying, mumbling a soft thank you in return. “Lads,” Hayden spoke up only nodding his head before it was just Freddie and Hayden in the room. “Freddie, I have an idea.” At this moment Freddie was up for any idea, that even included running through the streets of London with a bi-colored suit that read out “Freddie Barnes Is Bi” in big glittery letters. “Freddie I think we should fake date.” “Fake date?!?” Freddie screeched. “Hayden you have got to be kidding me, you finally got over all this hate about you being pan. You can finally kiss whoever you want in your videos without being bombarded with hate. Why would you do that?” Freddie whispered, looking down at his lap in defeat. “Fredd, I know how it feels going through this alone. I know how scary it can be, Freddie I don’t want my best friend to ever feel the same thing I did. Please let me help you for once.” Racking his brain with every negative outcome that could happen, Freddie suddenly was met with the widest pair of bright green eyes he had ever seen. At that moment Freddie knew all of his hindsight went out the window. “Okay, Hayden.” - It took Freddie a 30 minute laughing fit, followed by incoherent whispers of “I’m going to pretend to date my best friend” before anyone started to worry. Liam tried to help by bringing Freddie out some tea with lavender, to calm his nerves. While all the laughing made Ashton anxious and thus started to laugh too, causing Hayden to have to take a video of Ashton’s full out hollowing. When Liam finally came back in and connived Freddie to drink the tea, the room became far more relaxed. “So, someone please fill us in on what just caused all of that?” Ashton sounded horse from the laughing fit he just put himself through. “Hayden asked Freddie to fake date him,” Liam replied simply as Hayden nodded next to him. As soon as Liam spoke the hot tea came full force back out of Freddie's mouth in a spit take, sending him into a coughing fit. “Wait you knew?” Freddie coughed out. Liam just shrugged taking a sip of the tea he made for himself. “Who do you think gave him the idea? Look, Barnes, before you get all upset it’s better for the both of you. Coming at this purely from a pr standpoint, you can come out, be happy about your self, Hayden can spend more time with you, and either of you have to deal with any of the hate alone.” Ashton nodded, “Plus that means we can finally tweet about all the adorable shite you two do before you started to date.” He chipped in adding air quotes around ‘date’. “Fredd,” Hayden stated, “It’s the least I can do for you, and you have already done so much for me.” It took Freddie sometimes to think over it before he finally managed to agree. “So what’s our plan?” ~ Freddie knew exactly how this was going to go down, a simple coffee date, a few pap pictures, they hold hands news hits the stands, and then Freddie makes his coming out video. Even though having it all written down on paper helped, it also really didn’t. Things weren’t that simple. Freddie knew if they didn’t make this look believable enough it could all come shattering down around them. His nerves were in high gear making it almost impossible to even fill his brows properly much less try to do a flawless winged eyeliner. Holding up his rose lip liner from NYX he noticed his hands shaking making him even more nervous for the day. Adding his pink macaroon butter gloss, and then adding subtle glittered highlighter Freddie knew he was going to do this. And he was going to be the best fake boyfriend anyone could ever be. Well, that was until Freddie arrived at the coffee place. It was a small hole in the wall place that of course, Hayden would pick out. It looked like a try-hard hipster place that just didn’t feel right, maybe it was the deception he was about to do, or just the place itself but Freddie wasn’t sure about the plan any longer. As if on cue Hayden was right next to him, smiling his wide dimpled grin that melted the heart of everyone Hayden met, and Freddie could not be any more thankful for it at that moment. “H, what if we can’t do this?” Freddie whispered, trying to make sure that his fear didn’t lace his voice. Hayden only grinned wider in response, “I got you, I’ll keep you afloat.” Freddie felt his nerves melt instantly. His hands were no longer shaking, his racing heart slowly coming down to a soft tempo and everything clicking into place. - The date went much the same as any other time Freddie and Hayden are together, at least one picture of the other doing something silly, tons of banter and a few compliments (but of course Freddie still had to make at least one jab, now that Hayden is famous he doesn’t need an ego), and of course plenty of platonic kissing and cuddles. Now it felt so much more forced, causing Freddie to shy away every time Hayden’s hand lingered a bit too long. “Fredd,” Hayden spoke up trying to distract him from any negativity he may be having. “It’s just me it’s okay.” He tried to console only to make Freddie shy away more. “H, it just doesn’t feel right, it’s not for us anymore it’s for everyone.” Hayden could only frown in response as the waitress came to pick up their empty cups, “I’m sorry to intrude,” she started, a thick welsh accent rolling off her tongue “Would you mind if I get a picture?” The pair looked towards each other only to be interrupted by her laughing. “No with me silly, the two of you blokes. Hayden, I’ve been listening to your stuff forever, and Freddie you are just so sweet. The both of you just make me so happy, I kinda just want to see you two the same way.” They both agreed to get up from their seats cuddling close to each other for the picture, as she took the photo Freddie looked over and seen what she meant. Hayden looked so happy to be with Freddie, his eyes light up more than the stars in the night sky. Freddie wanted to name one for Hayden at that moment, but his thought was broken when Hayden asked she send the picture to him on twitter. Freddie knew at that moment everything was going to be fine. - “Fredd,” Hayden hummed out, as they walked out hand in hand into the chilled autumn air of London. Freddie only made a nose in return nuzzling his face into the sleeve of the brown leather jack Hayden sported. The conversation, however, was abruptly halted by the sounds of the camera’s clicking, and whispers of the people behind them. Freddie could only sigh in response before he smiled up at Hayden. “Come on, Boo lets give them something to take a picture of.” Before Freddie could comprehend what was happening, Hayden had to take Freddie and twirled him around, both of them giggling and squealing with delight as their two bodies left almost no space between them. There was a clear crimson blush lining both of there cheeks as another snap went off. Maybe they could do this. ~ The next day Freddie woke up to another annoying buzz of his phone, of course, he knew exactly who it was this time. Hayden's contact name popped up on the screen, Freddie couldn't help but smile and feel so much love when he saw it. “Hel-” He was cut off by screaming in the background from none other than Ashton. “Boo,” Hayden whined into the phone. “They released the pictures and Ashton won't believe me that we aren't dating.” Even though the phone Freddie could tell he was pouting. The usual Hayden pout where he tried to look all angry yet sad, and end up just looking like an oversized toddler. “Put the wanker on the phone,” Freddie giggled rolling his eyes. The phone switched over and a very excited scream erupted through the phone. “Holy shit, Ash can you be even more excited for a little fake relationship.” “Fredd you can't lie to me. I got those Irish instincts and you lot are lying.” Ashton huffed out in pride. Freddie could only smirk at the wildness of his friend. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Ireland. Give the phone back to curls now will ya.” “Give the phone back to curls! Now that's going on twitter.” Ashton shouted as the phone was handed back to Hayden. “Boo I thought you said you were going to fix this,” Hayden said in a mock sad tone. “But it's Ash, what will ya do?” Hayden chuckled out his thick voice spoke in a slow soothing hum, sending a pleasant wave of warm down Freddie's spine. Freddie nodded humming in response before he realized why Hayden called in the first place. “Did the pictures turn out well?” “Fredd don't worry everyone is talking about them, I'm pretty sure Frayden is trending on twitter right now. But I was meaning to ask you something?” “And what would that be the love of my life?” “Hah ha very funny Fredd, but Liam thought it would be a good idea if we did more stuff together. Ya know after you make your coming out video.” That hadn't even crossed Freddie's mind having to make that video, the video where he couldn't turn back. The video where he had to lie and say his best friend was the person he was dating. “Yea,” he whispered into the phone. “Hayden can you be there when I record the video, please I need it.” “You don't have to ask Fredd, you're my best friend. Our friendship comes first.” A smile spread across Freddie's cheeks sending crinkles to the corner of his bright blue eyes. “Come over tomorrow okay?” - Freddie spends the day procrastinating, usually, that meant going on twitter but that was the last place he even wanted to look at. Instead, he decided to do something big tomorrow. He was going to do a coming outlook. Putting on his old vans and a pink knitted beanie he went to the closest drug store and found everything he needed from NYX. Picking up white eyeliner, the ultimate shadow palette, and the matte lip cream in soule, Moscow, and Paris. As he headed for the check out a young boy came up to him and hugged him without any warning. “Hi, Freddie!” The young boy chirped in excitement, “My mum is letting me get makeup thanks to you!” The boy smiled his whole face lighting up. Freddie couldn't hold back the pride he felt in helping this little boy become confident and feel okay to wear makeup. “That's amazing little lad, make sure to-” Freddie was cut off by the little boy finishing his line “Get Nyx because Nyx is best!” the boy smiled hugging Freddie one last time before he went off to get his make up. Knowing by just having his makeup channel he made that much of a difference he knew coming out could only make an even better one. ~ “Thanks for watching everyone and I'll see you next time.” Freddie smiled huffing a sigh as soon as Hayden turned off the camera. “Fredd that was amazing you did so well.” Hayden grinned opening his arms pulling Freddie into a tight hug. “But I hope you realize you're gonna have to do a pan look for the next pride.” “Nahh, you can watch the tutorial.” Freddie giggled pulling away from the hug, finally getting to look in the mirror without so much anxiety running through him. Freddie felt amazing, light pink and purple on his upper lid, flowed into a blue making his eye pop and a white-winged linger flicking out to a dramatic curve. His lips mimicking the bi flag and the sliver and purple glitter lining his cheeks. He then looked up behind him where Hayden was sanding smiling at his best friend with so much pride. “Thank you for being here, H.” “Anything for you Boo,” Hayden said his thick warm voice filling the room. “Liam wanted me to talk to you about something though.” Freddie's mood dropped instantly thinking that he would have to go through his alone. All of his fears welling upon his face as Hayden looked back over to Freddie with a frown. “Fredd, no don't worry. It's nothing bad I promise.” He said taking Freddie's hand and leading him to sit on the bed. “He said we should try kissing in front of the paps, or even when we film one of the videos or when you come to my concert with in the next two months..” He trailed off slowly toning his voice into a mumble. Freddie didn't really know how to respond. He gently squeezed Hayden's hand to try and clam him a bit. “Liam wants to make it look natural?” Freddie asked tracing his finger along the lines of Hayden's anchor. Hayden could only blush and nod, “Um... Yea.” “Well let's practice.” Freddie leaned in first, tipping his head slightly to the left as Hayden leaned to the right. They both fluttered closed, as their lips connected in what Freddie felt like a spark. Freddie hands trailed up and tangled his fingers into the ends of his curls. Hayden moved his arms to wrap around Freddie's waist. The feeling of safety and love spread throughout Freddie traveling to his fingertips. His fingers felt like sparks as he tried to pull Hayden closer when their lips worked together in what felt like a perfectly tuned orchestra playing in a beautiful symphony. To Freddie, the world felt as if the world stood still until the moment they pulled apart. The pulled apart blinking at each other in a form of shock and content, giggling like school kids who kissed their crush out in the schoolyard. A blush spread across Hayden's cheeks only causing Freddie to smile wider. “Come on, Romeo” Freddie started. “Let's film our first video.” ~ The first month went by with ease for the most part. The fans and paps loved their chemistry. They became the most talked about couple in all of 2016 Kimaye be damned. The fans loved when the two of them started to live stream, and even when Hayden made Freddie sing one of his songs. (The hashtag Frayden Sing Youth trended for almost two days.) However, with all the love came hate. Many people would come on Freddie channel and just say he was using Hayden for fame. Others would send biphobic messages to Hayden over Freddie only to get blocked in return. But for the most part, they were accepted. Ashton wasn't helping on the casual dating front though. Every time the lads were together Ashton would tweet something cute they said or even post a picture. Ashton convinced their fans at one point they were living together and adopted a kitten when he posted a picture of Freddie kissing Hayden's cheek as Hayden held up a small sphynx kitten in his hand. In all everything was starting to become Freddie life. Every Tuesday film two videos of his own and maybe one with Hayden. Wednesday was their best friend breakfast date that over the last month turned into a fake dating date. And on the weekends Freddie helped Hayden filming for his new music video series. And today was finally the release of Wild and also the day of the concert. In all Freddie felt a bubble of excitement well up. To celebrate the event Freddie and Hayden were going to do a live stream of them dying their hair matching colors before the event. It was 10 o'clock and Hayden still wasn't there. The hour soon changed over and Hayden still wasn't there. Freddie didn't know what to feel, he tried calling and it was straight to voice mail, he tried texting and no response. It was only 3 hours until the video premiere so Freddie texted once more before starting the live stream. The stream ended as the video went up and Freddie couldn't be more stressed. He kept running his hands through his new bubble gum pink hair as he refreshed his phone waiting and hoping for Hayden. But no call no text, he got nothing from Hayden. That's when the night came crashing in when Freddie got a text from Liam saying “Hayden's sorry.” - Day's went by and there was still no message from Hayden, everyone was tweeting asking when the next live stream would be, or even asking if the two of them were okay. It took a full week before Freddie shut down on himself. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw pink it made him want to shave his head. When he saw the tattoos, he had to pull on a sweater before he would start to cry. One drunken night Freddie could not hold back his feelings anymore, so he called Ashton. “Fredd, hey are you okay?” Ashton's voice seemed just weak as Freddie did until he realized it was 3 am. “Ash, I made my best friend hate me, he won't even talk to me anymore. Why did I do this? Why did I say yes to him.” Freddie sobbed before his words became incoherent. The other end of the line was quite before Freddie whispered in a wrecked voice from crying, “Ashton?” “Barnes,” Ashton started. “H fell in love with you.” ~ Freddie woke up again the same way he woke up two months prior. His phone buzzing but this time it was Hayden. Freddie picked up but he couldn't talk he felt so weak like he couldn't. “Fredd,” Hayden whispered in a soft rough voice from what sounded to be crying. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” and with that, Freddie heard his front door unlock as Hayden made his way into the room. Freddie met him there opening the door and let him in. “So,” Hayden looked town paying with the hem of his pullover. “I guess the cats out of the bag.” Freddie laughed only going back to the stony expression he started with. “Don't you dare make me laugh Sanders I'm still mad at you.” the room went silent as Hayden looked up to meet Freddie's eyes. “Why didn't you tell me?” “Because, why would you love me back? You're Freddie Barnes, you are perfect and amazing, and my best friend. I never meant for it to get this far.” He said voice wobbling try to hold back his tears. “H, you're always going to be my friend, but-” “No Boo, don't 'but' me” Hayden pleaded but before he could get any more out Freddie pulled him into a kiss. “You're always going to be my friend first, and my boyfriend second.” - The two stayed intertwined for the next few hours, nothing could get in between them. They felt content in each other's arms as they talked about nothing and play with each other makeup. The two of them feeling so happy and comfortable with each other they knew it had to be fiat. It was days later when they finally deiced to post a picture. Hours before Hayden finally dyed his hair and they thought it would be the best time to show it off. The picture was posed with Freddie's pink hair and Hayden's soft mint hair as they sat cross-legged holding hands while they kissed then captioned it “Friends before anything else.”

~Fin~

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Memory of Love [2]

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Warning: angst[?]

The team sat in the compound staring dumbfoundedly at the God of Mischief. Hurt and betrayal burned within their eyes and souls. But none was hurting as much as Bruce. It was all a lie. Of all the thing Loki's done, this was by far the most cruel.

"How could you?!" Screamed Natasha. She felt betrayed, and it wasn't something she liked.

"You are cruel Loki. All of this. Did you even stop to think about how we would feel?" Came Buckys reply.

"You gave us a glimpse of hope just to take it away." Steve said angrily. His voice raised as he continued.

flashback

"That would be me." Loki said as he appeared.

"H-how?" Steve asked, still not able to pull his eyes from Y/N.

"Simple." The God replied, not explaining any more.

Bruce had untied the rest of his team and with much persuasion and hard looks, the team left and accomplished their mission.

They all boarded the quinjet several hours later, all exhausted. Most fell asleep, some just stared at Y/N and Loki, who seem to be in their own world. They sat close, but never once conversed, but they seemed comfortable around the other.

Those who watched the duo found themselves wishing and regretting within their souls.

The jet landed and all dispersed to the compound to get some answers.

"How are you here?"

"What happened?"

"Why did you do it?"

"I've missed you."

"Are you staying for good?"

The questions were fired all at once, not leaving you or Loki enough time to answer. They all saw the frustration on your face and decided to calm down and try to civilize this conversation.

You and Loki answered the questions that were sent your way. The team had thought some of your answers were shady but decided not to question it. You were here and that'sall thay matters.

"How is it possible? I  mean,we buried you. We saw your body, lowered your coffin, and stayed for a few hours afterwards." Tony asked. He knew that there hasn't been any new developments or experiments to keep someones heart stop beating for that long.

"Simple." Y/N answered as the team faced her. "I never left."

If it were any other situation, Loki would've laughed at the expression on their faces.

"W-what?" Steve asked.

Vision and Wanda gasped simultaneously, drawing the teams attention. They both had felt something off, but it was overwhelmed by the emotions of seeing their friend once again.

"Y-you're..." Wanda trailed off, color draining from her face.

"No. It can't be." Vision said, staring at you.

With a snap of Loki's fingers, you disintegrated.

Flashback end

"You asked why? How I could do this? To give you a glimpse of hope just to take it away? Well, it was as easy as when you did it to Y/N. It took you guys months, almost a year to gain her trust." Loki replied as he looked at each member, then stared at Steve. "And another six months for you to get her to start trusting you enough to date you. Even moreso for me because of, well you know.

There was once a time I despised you guys, but it holds no candle to what I'm feeling right now."

Loki trailed off as he looked out the window to the city. No one spoke. They were angry and hurt, but they were in the process of taking it in. All of it. The lies and deceit to seeing you again and finding out it wasn't real.

Loki turned to Banner.

"I agree that this was cruel for you. You stood by her when she had no one. You lent her your shoulder to cry on. You stayed loyal and respected, and there aren't words enough to apologize to you, but please understand. This was for them, never for you."

Banner stood without a word and left the compound. He thought he had her. The phone calls, emails, texts was all a lie.

The team feared that he would hulk out, but he was more saddened then angry. He needed to mourn the loss of his sister.

"So all of this, was to get back at us?" Steve asked incredulously. "Don't you think we've suffered enough!?"

"Suffer? You do not know the meaning of suffering you ignorant mortal! You know who knew suffering? Y/N knew suffering. She suffered at the hands of you all! The lies, deciet, secrecy, all of it! While you were off with another woman, Y/N was suffering. You know what its like for her when she starts to second guess everything, especially the love from her supposed fiance. And then to know and confirm her doubts! There was no going back for her. She had been on the edge for months, and if you had paid her the attention she needed, you would've known.

And Banner! He knows suffering. Banner is the only reason I regret doing this." Loki was never an emotional person, but losing his best friend hurt as much as losing his mother.

It took awhile for Y/N to start trusting Loki, but once she did they became immediate best friends. She understood that he had no control over his actions, and didn't hold it against him. He loved her for that.

"I lost my best friend, my sister because you people decided that your feelings were above hers. That your actions wouldn't have any consequences. Well it did. It cost me my sister, and for that you will pay."

---

The Avengers was no more. They scattered around the world to seek refuge for the hate and threats that were sent their way. Loki had leaked all of it on the internet, blasted it on the megatron, billboards, or wherever he could. He showed the world that they were incredibly flawed and selfish. That the group only thought of themselves when it didn't come to fighting HYDRA or otherwordly beings. All but Bruce. He pitied the man. Loki had made him suffer enough, so the Asgardian took great cautious of leaving his name out of the scandal, and defended his name greatly if the need ever arises.

Loki sat back and watched the Avengers crumble. He knew that it wouldn't revive Y/N, but it brought him great satisfaction that he destroyed the people who had destroyed his beloved 'adopted' sister.

The God knelt down by her headstone, decorated with flowers and what-not from fans, and placed a kiss above her name.

"For you whom I shall go to the ends of the universe for. With great love and admiration for you, I come by to say goodbye. Midgard reminds me too much of you my darling, so I'll be leaving. But fear not, mere mortal," Loki chuckled softly at the nickname she hated and would playfully attack him for calling her. He softly ran his fingers across the lettering of her name. "I won't ever forget you, for you mean much more than stars and the sun to me."

He stood, looked at the headstone and dejectedly sighed. He held the circle shaped locket, containing pictures of them both during better days, between his thumb and forefinger. It was a gift from her, and he had no means to get rid of it. He brought it to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on it before placing it inside his suit, before walking away one last time.

"Farewell, my beloved sister."

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[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x06: “Southern Comfort”

THEN: Garth Fitzgerald IV. Sam retired because he met Amelia and they had a normal life. Dean was in Purgatory. Benny’s his new friend, whom Sam immediately distrusts.

Kearney, Missouri.

RIP first victim. Decapitated.

Oh shit, here we go.

“You want to talk about Benny? Fine. Let's talk.”

“Okay. How about he's a vampire?”

Don’t talk to Dean like he’s 5.

“Don't pretend I don't get it. I know you had to do what you had to down there.” No, Sam doesn’t get it. He didn’t just “do what he had to do”. Dean genuinely befriended Benny after going through Purgatory together.

“And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? 'Cause you sure as hell didn't have a problem ganking her.” 

Amy had been killing people.

Benny hasn’t killed a single person since coming out of Purgatory.

You spent ONE DAY with Amy. Dean spent a year with Benny.

“He tell you he's not drinking live blood, or something? And you believe him. Wow. Okay.” HE KNOWS, HE’S SEEN BENNY DRINK FROM HIS BAGS.

“Yeah. I got a vampire buddy, and you turn your phone off for a year.”

“Don't turn this on me.”

You’re using Dean’s past year against him, he’s gonna turn around and do the same to you, regardless if it’s fair or not.

“Look, Benny slips up and some other hunter turns his lights out, so be it.”

“But it's not gonna be you, right?”

It is, actually, and it’s gonna be heartbreaking, so screw you very much.

At the crime house.

“Sam, Kevin's in the wind, okay, you're sulking around like a eunuch in a whorehouse, and I can't help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my thing?“ pfft.

Garth!!!

I really don’t get the annoyance they have with Garth??? That’s always been an issue of mine concerning the Winchesters.

Look how happy Garth is to see them again! What an angel!!

“Uh, you guys have no idea how much I missed you.”

“A Texas Ranger, Garth? Seriously? We're in Missouri.” Says the man who’ll say he’s a Texas Ranger in Kansas in S13.

Garth’s multiple phones.

Ringtone #1: “Jump” by Kriss Kross.

“Since when is giving advice your job?”

“Hold up. Are you the new Bobby?”

“You shut your mouth.”

“Yes.”

“You shut your mouth!”

I could honestly punch Sam and Dean for how mean they are to Garth. Garth’s been helping out as best as he could since three of the best hunters in the community either died or went M.I.A.

Scott Lew.

Eww. Green goo.

OHHH WHY DID GARTH HAVE TO TASTE IT????

Ringtone #2: “Wild Wild West” by Kool Moe Dee.

“One of those things rings Hammer, I'm throwing down.” Get ready to throw down then.

“Alcott” was carved into Chester’s chest.

“Do you remember anything at all about what happened? Um... Chester dying?”

“Not really. Bits and pieces, I guess.”

I get the joke too, Garth.

A visible negative reaction to the name “Alcott”.

“Sara had one night with him, whereas I was with Chester for 37 years.” And yet you couldn’t let go of her going to prom with him?

Lunch time.

“I was in Purgatory.”

“Like the Purgatory Purgatory?”

“No, the one in Miami.”

ohoho.

“Man, that’s balls.”

“That's not how you say ‘balls.’"

Why don’t you cool your damn jets, Dean?

“So, how’d you get out?”

I CAN’T STAND that passive aggressive move Sam does there.

Garth went to college and then dental school.

“Where'd you think I got my first case?”

“Let me guess - Tooth Fairy.”

“...Yeah. Man, I felt terrible when I ganked that SOB.”

I love that last line and the genuine sadness when Garth says it. Bless his heart.

Scott’s asthmatic, and he’s got ectoplasm coming out his ear.

HOT COFFEE TO THE FACE, GOOD LORD.

RIP Jeff. Killed by Scott.

“Sussex”

One of Bobby’s hats!

STOP BEING A FREAKING GATEKEEPER DEAN

“That's not how you wear it.” WHAT OTHER WAY IS THERE TO WEAR A HAT

AGAIN I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY TREAT GARTH LIKE AN ANNOYANCE TO DUMP ON EACH OTHER.

Sara Alcott, now Sara Brown.

Domestic Sam flashback. 

Sam and Amelia had sex. 

“You asked me if I lost someone. I did. My husband. He died in Afghanistan eight months ago.”

“We were together forever. Or at least it seemed that way. Then one day, Don just enlists. Didn't ask me, just said something about wanting to do the right thing. Next thing I know, he's off overseas and I'm all alone. I got a couple letters, some phone calls, and then a knock at the door. Just like that. And everywhere I looked, all I could see was judgment and pity and just this constant reminder of Don everywhere. So I moved here... and became even more of a hot mess than I already was. And you hit a dog.”

This is one of Amelia’s better moments. When she lets go, when she lets her walls down, she’s honest and sweet.

“Easy there, flyweight. Last time you drank a beer, I had to pick you up off the floor.” Fair enough.

“You’re such an idjit.”

“Idjit's supposed to be used angrily. Okay? Not happy. If you're gonna butcher it, don't say it at all.”

KNOCK IT OFF, DEAN.

“Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean – not just you and Sam. Now, I'm just taking what he showed me and trying do something with it. That's all!”

It’s nice to see Garth stand up for himself. It certainly shut Dean up.

Grudges are the connection.

Bobby’s journal holds the answer: spectre.

The Confederate Unknown Soldier.

“See, the idea was, they took a faceless, nameless soldier they couldn't identify, and they buried him here to commemorate all the soldiers who died.”

“Did you learn that in college?”

“Nope – Civil War re-enactments. Once a year, every year. Don't hate.”

I hope Garth’s still doing what he loves.

Love that sass.

Sam finds the string. That’s an important clue.

“Why open it up if you're not gonna take anything?” Oh, but they did.

“Sure. We won.”

LMAAOOOO I LOVE THAT

Scott’s having an asthma attack. Deputy goes to get the inhaler...gets possessed by the spectre.

RIP Sheriff. Killed by Deputy Doug

Did Scott even get his inhaler?

Our next lead: Karl.

Dean’s on Karl, Sam and Garth have research.

“Hey, uh, Sam. If you ever need to talk, I just want to let you know that I'm here. About anything – you know, life, uh, Dean, you.” Garth’s a sweetheart.

Flashback.

“Hey. Uh, just lock up when you leave. I'm late.”

“Wait, what?”

Amelia’s probably got work, don’t worry about it, Sam.

“I know I said a lot of things last night, and I know I can't ask you to forget them. But just... Do.” And then she’s back on her bullshit.

“Because I don't need your pity. I don't need you looking at me the way they all – like that.” Is it me or is she confusing pity with sympathy?

“Hey, ump. You remember me? I stole second!”

“Karl? What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing –”

“Why am I gonna make mustard from your brain stem?! I don't know. Why did you call me out, ump?”

OF ALL THE THINGS TO HOLD A DAMN GRUDGE ABOUT

A theory on who the Confederate Unknown Soldier is.

“Corporal Collins of the Union shot and killed his brother, Vance, who fought for the Confederacy. Local boys.”

“Legend has it that Vance swore vengeance on his brother with his dying breath. Years later – consumed by guilt, no doubt – the corporal dug his brother up where he'd buried him on the battlefield and brought him home.” 

UH, DID HE HAVE TO SMELL HIM LIKE THAT?

There’s the spectre’s object: a penny.

W E L P

Three Days Ago. 

“Fell on Black Days” by Soundgarden. I always wondered what the song was, I always enjoyed it.

I love the montage of how the coin got passed around.

“Well, let's go through some of Sammy's greatest hits.” Let’s not.

“Yeah, I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you.” Uh, Amy. 

“I never once left you to die.”  Ok, can’t argue with that.

Garth putting his life on the line. 

“Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill your brother. You – you've been protecting him your whole life. Don't stop now.”

“He left me to rot in Purgatory!”

“All right. All right. Maybe he did. I don't know. I wasn't there. But I'm sure he had his reasons.”

“Just like you had your reasons for Benny.”

“Who?”

LMAO

“Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. You let me down. The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny.” Oof, that’s gonna stick with Sam.

“Goodbye, Sam.” :(

NICELY DONE, GARTH!

“How come that penny didn't jack you like everyone else? I mean, I can understand why it didn't affect the kid who took it. He's young and innocent. But, uh, everyone at some point in their life feels like they've been screwed.”

“Not me, man. I let all that stuff go with the help of my yogi, my Sega Genesis. And you should, too. You can't change the past, amigo.”

Garth’s a damn saint.

“Now, there's something I want to say to you. Stop being a idjit! With Bobby dead, you and Sam are all each other has. And that's not so bad, man. Now, you know what's coming next, right?”

Garth hug! Garth hug! Garth hug!

Ringtone #3: “U Can’t Touch This” by M.C Hammer.

“Yo, Lamar. What do we got? Wendigo? You got a flare gun? No? What about a flame thrower?  Then you'd better get some sneakers, buddy, 'cause you're gonna have to run.”

I love Garth.

Why couldn’t we have ended the episode there?

“I don't pity you. Okay? I don't. You and I – we're a lot of things, but we're not to be pitied.” True.

God, how much was she drinking?

The start of their relationship.

“You and I both know you didn't need that penny to say those things.” True. Dean will reiterate that Benny’s the best friend he ever had in a later episode, completely on his own will.

“Own up to your crap, Dean. I told you from the jump where I was coming from, why I didn't look for you. But you? You had secrets. You had Benny. And you got on your high and mighty, and you've been kicking me ever since you got back. But that's over. So move on, or I will.”

Again, I won’t argue with Sam. Dean should’ve told Sam about Benny from the jump (maybe then Sam wouldn’t hate Benny so much). Dean does deflect from talking about his own past year but bringing up Sam’s. It’s been happening for months and Sam’s sick of it. I get it.

“You know what? Hear this, too. I just might be that hunter that runs into Benny one day and ices him.”

And there^ is where I draw the line. The first half was understandable but that^? I think that’s Sam’s rather pathetic attempt to say something that’s gonna hurt Dean’s feelings the way his own feelings were hurt. Like, Sam...don’t embarrass yourself.

[babykpopsweets]

Truthful Blood

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Is your requests still open? I want to request a Mafia AU with Minseok/Xiumin when he is a gang leader and then he finds out that his s/o is also the leader of their rival gang/group. And I'll leave the rest to you because I believe in your creativity. Make it Angsty & w/ a very fluffy ending please.. 😚 T H A N K Y O U~ 💜💜💜

Y/G/N = ya gangs name

UNEDITED

—-

‘Information not found’

The file said as Xiumin tried to scoop up some info on the leader of his rival mafia gang leader.

“What the hell?! This person literally has nothing on them. Ughhhhh” Xiumin groaned as he started to try a new route of figuring it out.

“What are you doing baby?” You questioned while rubbing his shoulders.

“I am trying to find out who the leader is for our rival mafia gang that keeps interfering with us. But there is literally nothing at all for them to be found.” Xiumin sighed and then kissed your hand.

“Do you need help?” You offered your assistance as you knew he might want it.

“Deeply. You can try your best; not even Suho nor Lay could find a lick of info on them.”

“You see Xiumin, I know a lot more people then you think I do.”

“Uh, I do not know how to feel about that.”

“Thas a good signal then. By the way I need to tell you something. I just don’t know when I will maybe not today cause’ you seem a little... busy.”

“Hm? Oh yeah haha real funny. Y/N I love you and you know that so take your time to tell me whatever it is.”

“Thank you. And I think you should get off the conputer it’s 12:39 pm. I think you should rest it off.”

“Seriously? Aish, I guess I could try and catch some Z’s.”

“You better!”

—————————————————————

The morning came around quicker then Xiumin would have expected. His eyelids were very heavy as he tried waking up. He bolts his hand to block his face from the blazing sun. Xiumin looks next to him and sees you aren’t there. How weird? You are always there when he wakes up. If anything he was the one leaving before you awoke. He just dusted it off thinking you were probably grocery shopping.

Xiumin rose out of bed and went to the bathroom. He took and a shower came out then brushed his teeth. After he finished getting ready he peeked his head outside the bedroom door to see if you were around. Still not here? Grocery shopping doesn’t usually take this long. He takes out his phone and dials you number. Only hoping you’ll pick up.

‘The number you have tried to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep.’

*beep*

“Y/N-ah where are you?! Call me back as soon as you hear this. Please.”

He hung up the phone and sighed loudly. As he was about to start making breakfast, a message came through to his computer. Xiumin takes a glance at the name lf the person. It seemed like the rival gangs official number. But how? He never had any information on them and suddenly he has the contact. Then reality hit him hard.

How come every time something happened with the other gang you were never here?

How come the morning after he said he had trouble finding info to you a message came rolling in?

Were you somehow in an alliance with the opposing team?

Upon realization, Xiumin knew that he didn’t have much time to think of a plan. He would have to hurry and try to make you confesses before it was too late.

Just 30 minutes after you came in. He was quick to hide some where he could see you but you couldn’t seem him. He might’ve seemed like a stalker right now but this was vital. Xiumin watched as you closed the door and hung up your keys. You looked around for him and called out for his name once.

“Xiumin baby?” You yelled out looking at your surroundings.

It seemed like the coast was clear. You reached into your mini velvet bookbag and pulled out your phone. You dialed a number then put it to your ear to speak. Xiumin pulled his computer on his lap and hacked into your phone so he could hear the conversation through his ear piece.

“Hey~ I think Xiumin left the house already. :c” You said into the phone.

“So when are you going to tell him?” The other person immediately asked firmly.

“You see I don’t know. He’ll hate me if he found out I am leader of his rival mafia gang. And on top of that he’ll think I am trying to use for info or whatever. I really love him I don’t want to lose him.”

“Ah yah! You have to tell him soon. The later you tell him the worse the consequences.”

“You are right. All this time I haven’t ever even thought about telling him. Maybe I should. I am going to call him now thanks bye!”

You hung up the phone.

You grunted at the thought of Xiumin practically hating you. This wait any longer though. It’s best for the truth to come out now rather then later. Before you could call him, Xiumin emerges from the shadows. Seeing his angry face you knew he heard everything.

“Oh Xiumin! D-did you by any chance hear all of that?”

“How could you?”

“I am sorry. I was leader of a mafia gang and I fell in love. With you. Then right when I was going to confess this to you our gang clashed.”

“You are a filthy liar Y/N. I can’t believe I practically gave you all of EXO’s information and you backstab me.”

“Look I am not a liar! I just didn’t tell you about it I never said I didn’t own a gang or something. But saying that doesn’t justify what I did.”

“You are probably just here for the information! You never cared did you? It was all for the stupid dirty cash you want right?!”

“Woah woah woah. I never said any of that! Did you or did you not just hear my conversation?! I said I loved you and that if I told you about this you would hate me. And I would hate myself too!”

“well you were right then. I do hate you. You betrayed me. And I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Fine. I’ll leave then.”

Right as you were storming out of that joint, you remembered you had bought Xiumin something. You stopped dead in your tracks and reached in your bookbag. You pulled out the IPhone X and placed it on the table. You knew Xiumin had broke his phone recently on a mission so you felt bad about it. Thus you bought a new one. After it was safely on the table you walked out not looking back once.

The door slammed shut and Xiumin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He softly made his way to the phone. Upon opening the case a paper appeared. He out the top down; he opened the letter to reveal a whole paragraph.

~

Xiumin-ah,

I am truly deep down inside sorry. I kept the fact that I am the mafia leader of your rival gang for sooo long. Too long to be exact. I didn’t mean or want to cause any harm to you nor EXO members. If you could be so kind as to forgive me. This isn’t a kiss up either! It’s just my way of showing I truly care. <3

~

Xiumin felt a salty warm tear rush down his face. He went a tad bit overboard. You were going to tell him everything but you were too scared? Why? He could never hate you. hate. Hate. HATE. At that second he progressed what he had said to you in order for you to leave. He said he hated you. That wasn’t true, Xiumin knew that. Did you know that?

The only person he truly hated right now was himself. He never bothered to hear you out completely.

“I’ve gotta go after her.” He whispered to himself as he grabbed his computer to look at your location.

You were at a random place which he assumed was your other mansion from your mafia. He grabbed his keys and blasted out of there.

-

Many awful thoughs crossed Xiumins mind at the time. None of them were really as important as how bad he felt. He knows you messed up yet he did himself too. He didn’t give you even a second to explain.

Two minutes later he arrived at this big luxurious mansion. Xiumin shut his car off, locked it, and went to your door. There was no answer at the door when he knocked so he rang the door bell. Nothing. He stood there while his heart dropped to his feet. Xiumin wished he could take back what he said. He didn’t givenup though and knocked once more. There wasn’t an answer still.

Drip drip...

Great. It was drizzling now. And he was waiting outside your door like a fool. More then likely he will get sick from this but he’d do anything for you because he is a fool that is in love with you. Only you, no one else would ever cross his mind. To Xiumin no one in this world is conparable to you and how much you put up with him.

As he was sulking in his own saddness he heard the door unlock. Immediately his hope sprung up again. He raised his head to be greeted by the sight of your watery eyes.

“Don’t just stand there. You’ll get sick. Come in.” You said opening the door more.

“Thanks” Xiumin replied rushing in to get warm.

-

An awkward silence was present as Xiumin was taking a look around. It took him to break the silence.

“Look. I know I really messed up. But you have to know how important something like that is really.” Xiumin finally spoke dragging his feet towards you.

“Yeah I know. You didn’t need to come off like that though.”

“I know that too. Please forgive me. We can work this out. I just need you to be truthful with me.”

“...I am. I have too. It’s just never told you about one thing. I never lied about it or say I wasn’t. I just never told you anything.”

“Fair enough. You have to be mire OPEN with me. I need to know what’s happening in your life in order to live mines correctly. I am nothing without you Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too Xiumin and I promise to be more expressive and open with you.”

Xiumin took advantage of this moment of forgiveness and locked your lips together. After that you both discussed what to do with your seperate mafias. It took an hour but you both agreed to join forces.

Months later the EXO and Y/G/N became the strongest gang to ever come on the sceen. Maybe uncovering some secrets is for the best. In some cases at least.

~~~~

Alrightyyyy so sorry this took so long but I hope you like it. I hated this but whatever I tried my best. Enjoy!

-Jamz

[royal-duality]

I Know You ||Part 5 of Friends are Family||

Word Count: 1,720

Pairings: Prinxiety and Logicality

Warnings: Abuse mention, bullying mention

Summary: It started out as a simple friendly bonding, until it became so much more.

It was a Friday when the group of friends decided to schedule a movie/game night. They had all been very busy lately and despite their Wednesday meet-ups, it was still annoying having to go so long without being able to relax and hang out with your small family.

Hence why they had all gotten a call from Patton to meet up at his place for a movie/game night. Now, even though it had begun as that, it soon became a “story time” night, as dubbed by Roman.

“Okay, Okay, who wants to go first!?” Patton’s eyes lit up as he looked at each of his friends.

Logan was quick to settle his boyfriend as he tried to get him to explain just what they were doing. “Patton, would you explain to us first what we are volunteering for?”

“Oh! Silly me! We’re going to be sharing stories about ourselves.” Virgil tensed as Patton’s words. Patton was quick to notice and immediately turned to his friend with raised hands. “No, no, no! Not you Virgil, you only have to share if you want to! Nobody’s going to push you to say anything!” At this Virgil’s tense form relaxed slightly as his breathing became more regular.

“I just figured what with both Logan and Virgil joining the group we should share a little bit about ourselves. I mean, I know lots about Roman and Logan, and they know lots about me, but Virgil doesn’t and neither Virgil nor Roman know anything about Logan, and since Roman and Virgil are dating, I figured this would be a great bonding experience!” The air was tense as Patton stared at his friend’s nervously.

Moments passed before Roman grinned and clapped Patton on the back. “That sounds like a wonderful idea my friend!” Patton coughed as Logan rubbed his boyfriend’s back in sympathy.

Logan nodded his approval of the idea as Patton grinned with glee. “Yay! Bonding!”

Virgil snorted causing Roman and Patton to smile. “Alright, what’s the first question?”

Patton grinned at them before shouting, “Childhood!” A wince came from Virgil, who seemed to attempt to become one with the couch. However, whether it was because of the subject or the loudness of Patton’s voice, nobody knew.

The four friends looked at each other waiting for someone to speak. Patton pursed his lips before pouting and groaning. “Fine, I’ll go first. So my childhood was pretty great. At least after I turned 10 it was.” A frown settled on his face as he spoke. Virgil looked at him with concern but opted to keep silent.

“My family was great, but we were poor and so a lot of the kids didn’t really like me. However, about 4th grade I met Roman who was probably the most popular person in the school. I figured he would hate me as well, but we got paired up for an assignment and we really hit it off. Ever since we’ve been best friends. I’m pretty sure he threatened to fight anyone that spoke bad about me more than once.” Patton giggled as Roman’s face reddened.

“Aww you do care!” Virgil teased his boyfriend who muttered a, “Shut up!” in response. Patton grinned before looking at his friends again, waiting for someone to go next.

Clearing his throat, Roman spoke up declaring that he would go next. “My family raised me well, however much to your surprise, I was not the easiest child.” Logan chortled as Virgil scoffed.

“I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone there, Prince Charming.” A guffaw from Roman had them all chuckling.

“Why I oughta-” Roman huffed before composing himself and continuing his story. “Anyways for the longest time, up until I was 15 I had my mind set one being a prince.” A choking noise sounded from his boyfriend, causing him to smirk. “Now you know why I like that name so much! Continuing on, I had always worn a prince outfit and constantly referred to myself as Prince Roman. Granted I did indeed get into lots of trouble and a few fights, my confidence helped me get through school easily and my attitude and constant way of acting helped me with theatre.” Roman finished his story and watched as his friends tried and failed in their attempts not to laugh.

Patton broke first before speaking up, “Remember that time when Kayla asked you out and told her that you only court princes? Oh my word her face!” Roman’s ears once again turned red as he groaned at the memory.

Virgil in turn, smirked at his boyfriend, “So does that mean I’m Prince Virgil now?” A betrayed whine came from Roman who buried his face in his hands.

A chuckle from Logan caused everyone’s gaze to move to him. “I must admit, that is a most interesting childhood. I’m afraid mine is most ordinary as I was always the average kid. I had excellent grades however, nothing much happened in my life.” Logan’s voice was calm as he spoke. It didn’t seem as though his childhood bothered him much if at all.

Patton whined before speaking up, “But what about that one kid you went to school with? The one that suddenly disappeared?” This seemed to spark a light in Logan’s eyes as he recalled the memory.

“Ah yes. In Middle School, there was boy that I shared most of my classes with. I don’t remember much about him other than he was fairly thin and frail, along with that he always wore a black hoodie. We had bumped into each other a few times before, but the first time I actually took notice of him was one time when he came to school without his jacket. His arms were covered in bruises and burns. If I am correct in my suspicions then I believe he lived in an abused household.” Virgil tensed up at his words. He knew all too well what that kid felt like.

“One day he came to school with a dislocated shoulder that had yet to be checked out much less set. I attempted to talk to him, but I believe I startled him more than anything. About a month later he stopped showing up to school. It was June 27th when a man in a suit came to my house and asked for me. He gave me a letter that I later found out was from the boy. I don’t remember his name, but he signed the card with what I presume is an alias he went by. Anxiety.” Virgil froze as all breath seemed to leave his lungs. It can’t be.

“L-Logan. H-How old were you w-when this happened?” His voice was shaky as he asked the question that would give him his answer. Logan looked at him in confusion as the other two stared at him in concern.

“I was 14. Why do you ask?” Virgil choked as tears welled up in his eyes. Hurriedly standing up, Virgil wiped his eyes, muttering an excuse before rushing outside. Roman called his name before running after him. Logan and Patton watched in concern. “Did I say something wrong?”

A sigh came from Patton, who stared at his lap. “I think that maybe Virgil was that boy in your class, Logan.” Logan’s brows furrowed in thought. “I mean I don’t know much about his childhood, but the way he looked and the way he acted, I think he ether knew that boy or was that boy.”

“Virgil!” Roman rushed after his boyfriend who stumbled down the streets, blinded by tears. Virgil may have been fast, but at this moment, Roman was faster.

Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, Roman pulled Virgil close to him as the other boy struggled in his grasp. “Let me go! No! Let me go, let me go!” Virgil’s screams tore at Roman’s heart, however his struggles only served to make Roman tighten his grip.

“Virgil, love, please calm down. You’re safe, I promise. I won’t let anyone cause harm to you. I swear on my life.” Roman’s voice was calm and soothing as he spoke. Virgil struggles a bit more before finally giving in and allowing himself to be cradled in his boyfriend’s arms.

They both stood panting for a while. The air tense as the wind blew around them. People passed by staring at the two in concern and confusion. “Are you okay?” Virgil shook his head after a moment.

“What’s troubling you my love?” Roman was confused and completely lost as to what was ailing his boyfriend.

The two stood in silence once more, waiting as the minutes ticked by before Virgil responded. “The boy in Logan’s story…” Roman’s eyes lit up as he thought about the talk of abuse may have set his beloved off.

“Did the abuse trigger you?” All it took was a shake of Virgil’s head and Roman was once again lost in confusion. “Then what…”

Roman’s sentence was cut off by Virgil whispering, “it was me.”

“What was that darling.” Roman could feel his boyfriend’s frame begin to tremble.

“The little boy in Logan’s story, Anxiety, he was me. Is me.” Roman froze, his grip loosening allowing Virgil to shift out of his grasp.

“He….You?” A nod confirmed Roman’s thoughts. “Oh, Virgil…”

He watched as his boyfriend trembled. “Can we go back? I don’t think Logan or Patton understand why you ran out, and since Logan is indeed a part of you now, I think you should tell them. Or at least Logan. He seemed really worried about your sudden disappearance.” Virgil took a moment to compose himself before he nodded his consent.

Logan stared at Virgil with…Relief? Virgil stared down at his feet as he shuffled back and forth. Suddenly Logan stood up and made his way over to Virgil before enveloping the boy in a hug. Startled, Virgil tried to jump back as he was embraced, but Logan held firm. “Logan…?” Virgil’s voice was shaky as he stared at the other boy with wide eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Logan’s lips held a small smile as held his friend close.

Virgil felt his expression soften into something fond as he raised his arms to hug the other boy back, albeit quite awkwardly due to the position. “Yeah, me too.”