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My Little Hufflepuff

Fred Weasley x fem! shy! reader

Part 2 out now - Brave Little puff

Summary: Y/n returns for her 8th year at Hogwarts, her year is looking pretty boring until a certain redhead who made a surprise return takes a fancy to her

Warnings: swearing, flashbacks to final battle, mentions of death and war, some angst but mostly fluff, slight insecure reader

a/n: flashback scenes will have a clear start and end, 8k words, oh and Fred lives because lets face it we all pretend he didn’t die x

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You smiled as you read your book, taking a sip of your pumpkin juice as you flicked to the next page. You were currently sat alone at the Hufflepuff table, reading a book at mealtimes had become habit for you since you started back. Up until your 7th year you had sat with your friend Jess but she was a year older so had already graduated leaving you now alone.

Being quite shy you didn’t have many friends but the ones you did have you were super close with. You and Jess grew up next door to each other, even though you were both muggleborn, you both knew about magic your whole life. Jess’ father was a muggleborn wizard and served as an Auror during the first wizarding war, after the war he quit his position and moved back to the town he grew up in, taking a job in the local bookshop where he met Jess’ mother. She and your parents were best friends and hence friends with Jess’ father after they started dating. Just before you both were born, Jess’ father told her mother and your parents he was a wizard as he trusted them.

As you grew up you saw Jess’ father preform magic and Jess was able to do small things as well from a young age. You found it so cool and not once were you ever jealous of her, you felt special just knowing about this whole other world. When you were 7 you found a butterfly with a broken wing, taking in your hands you closed your eyes wishing it could be healed, as you opened them the butterfly flew away. As the years went by you never told anyone, scared you had imagined it and not wanting to give yourself false hope you could attend Hogwarts.

On your 11th birthday, much to yours and Jess’ parents surprise you received your Hogwarts acceptance letter. When Jess found out she was so happy, she had already been at Hogwarts for a year at that point and told you how she had made friends with a boy in her house and a girl in another, she even mentioned a really cool girl that could change her hair colour among other things that was in her final year, a girl you later found out was Nymphadora Tonks.

You looked up from your book hearing the chatter and whispers increase around you, the Weasley twins waltzing into lunch fashionable late. It was a surprise on the first day when they made their reappearance, much like McGonagall had allowed any of the 7th years like you to redo the year, she had also allowed the Weasley twins to come back as well.

You returned to your book as the gossip and chatter continued, the twins were handsome, single, not only famous for their joke shop but also war hero’s now and everyone fancied them. Every girl in your year would make eyes and flirt with them whenever they could, you on the other hand did share classes with them but you were shy keeping to yourself and admiring one of them from afar as you sat at the back of the room with Neville or Luna.

You and Neville had always been friends, it started in first year you would partner up with him since you were super shy. You were still shy now but it was a whole other level back then, even the teachers didn’t ask you to answer knowing how shy you were. During your 7th year, you admired how Neville protected the younger kids, you came out of your shell too standing up for those in Hufflepuff.

As you read you got to a part of the book which featured the beginnings of a battle, you had found forcing yourself to read these things actually helped you deal with some of the stuff you saw. As you read the scene you remembered the battle

——— start of flashback ———

You entered the great hall looking around frantically trying to spot Jess, you both got split up during the chaos.

Jess on her way to try and find you happened across Remus Lupin duelling Antonin Dolohov. She could tell Remus was getting tired so she stepped in to save him, both then sticking together as they went to find Tonks.

You on the other had had found yourself running down a hallway where you saw Augustus Rookwood aiming his wand down another corridor. You couldn’t see who he was pointing at but you flung a hex in his direction, causing him to stumble the blasting spell he had cast being redirected towards the wall closet to him, resulting in him to be buried in rubble.

As you looked around you spotted her, talking with your old professor and a pink haired woman

“Jess” the girl turned to her name, your shoulders relaxing as she breaks out in a relieved smile

“Y/n” she breaths out

You both walk up towards one another engulfing each other in a tight hug, both clinging on to each other for dear life. You both were the only family the other had left after death eaters came after Jess’ father resulting in the deaths of both of your parents.

Remus and Tonks hugged each other as they watched. Jess had joined the Order while you went back to Hogwarts, deciding to follow her father’s footsteps, allowing the couple to get to know Jess over that time. Both knew what happened to yours and her parents, Remus even knew Jess’ father from the first war, so as they watched you hug they could help but feel relieved themselves. Remus recognised the bond you shared in that moment, the kind he had with Sirius and James, the one which made you sisters even if you weren’t related.

“You okay any injuries?” Jess asks as you both reluctantly pull away, checking you over like a concerned mother

“Just a few scraps but I’m fine” you reassure her “I’m so glad you’re okay I was worried when I couldn’t find you”

“Yeah I’m alright, I was trying to find you too but I had to help some people on the way” she motions to Remus and Tonks behind her

“Hi” you greet shyly “Nice to see you again professor”

Remus chuckles “I’ve not been your professor for a while now you can call me Remus, we’re glad to see you are okay y/n”

You nod “This is Tonks, Remus’ wife” as Jess introduces her you notice Remus’ wearing a small smile of pride as she says ‘wife’

“Glad to see another brave puff fighting in the battle” Tonks smiles brightly at you, giving you a hug

Jess and Tonks engage in conversation about her son as you all wait, leaving you with Remus

“You know after this is all over we’re going to need a DADA teacher again, you were by far the best we ever had” you smile at the man

“Well if we survive this I’ll definitely consider it”

——— end of flashback ———

You look up from your book towards the professors table, catching the eye of your DADA teacher. Remus gives you a nod and a smile which you return before he turns back to his conversation and you to your book.

As you turn the page, the hall erupts in laugher causing you to look around to see what all the fuss is about. Your eyes widen as you see a couple of Ravenclaws with bright pink hair. Now that the Slytherins where nicer other people such as this group of Ravenclaws, another group of Hufflepuff girls and some younger Gryffindors in the year below you had stepped up to be the newest bullies.

Although some of the Slytherins only acted nicer because they were being watched, most were actually a lot kinder now they didn’t have to be afraid of Voldemort or their parents. Even Draco seemed nicer, you noticed he seemed genuinely happy, especially when you saw him talking to Astoria Greengrass the previous week in the library.

You started to giggle as they ran out, catching the attention of a certain redhead.

Fred had been patiently waiting for their prank to kick in ever since he and George sat down. He had missed this, the thrill of pranking someone, especially someone that deserved it. After the war, Fred and George had decided while their shop was being repainted and done up for the grand reopening next summer they would return and actually finish their final year. Of course, their main reason was to entice Ron into coming back and hence Harry for their mother, as well as to try and bring a bit of fun back to Hogwarts again.

As he laughed with his brother and friends at the Ravenclaws running out, basking in the satisfaction of everyone’s reactions, one particular giggle caught his attention. Looking around he saw you, trying to hold your giggles as you held your book. He thought it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

He knew who you were, you were in his brothers year, he didn’t know much about you as you were in a different house. He did see you hang around with Neville, Luna, Cho and Jess a lot, even his sister on a couple of occasions due to your friendships with Neville and Luna.

He remembered you at the yule ball with Jess, you hanging off of some Drumgstang boys’ arm and Jess on some Beubaxtions girls, he also recalled thinking you looked really pretty in your y/f/c dress. He saw you at the DA meetings, he never spoke to you but he did remember your Patronus being a robin and it joining his and Georges flying around. He also remembered your blush when you noticed it and him and his brother smiling at you.

The thing that stuck out most in his mind about you was the one conversation you both had ever shared which took place during the final battle

——— start of flashback ———

Fred laughed at his brothers joke before being knocked back by the shock wave of a blast from just down the corridor. He saw who he assumed was the attacker’s feet poking out under the rubble as he stood back up, looking down to see if Percy was okay he saw his other brother, Charlie, helping him up as he had been knocked down the stairs nearby.

He whipped his head around as he heard you run around the corner, turning to walk backwards as you seemed to be checking the guy was out. You were too caught up as you turned around running directly into him, you held your wand out at him before lowering it the moment you realised it wasn’t another deatheater

“You okay” He cringes as he asks, middle of a battle you idiot of course she’s not okay

You nod, looking around to check no deatheaters were around

Fred looks around as well realising you are alone “You all by yourself?”

“Yeah I got separated from the others I was with” Fred nods

“You can stick with me if you want” he offers

“Thanks, but I need to find my sister” as he meets in your eyes he understands the frantic look in them as well as the panicked tone of your voice, he was feeling the same way as he hoped George was alright

“Okay, be safe”

You nod “Thanks you too” you start walking away “Oh” he turns back to look at you “Try not to die” you let out a breathy laugh and small smile

Fred himself chuckles a bit “Ditto”

Fred was sitting in the great hall with his family, all waiting and worried for Harry who had disappeared. As he looked up he was happy to see Remus and Tonks were okay along with Jess who he and George had gotten to know when they had joined the order around the same time she did.

He looked around to see if you had shown up yet, he felt sick seeing you weren’t here, wishing he had gone with you to find your sister.

“Who you looking for?” George nudges him

“There was a girl in the corridor with Percy, she saved us I think some deatheater was going to attack us. She told me she was going to find her sister but she isn’t here yet” George can see the worry in his eyes, understanding the pain

“Do you know her name?”

“Y/n, you remember her, the little Hufflepuff that’s friends with Neville”

“Oh yeah the girl with the Patronus”

George remembered you now, he didn’t know much about you but he knew you were sweet. He had even heard from some others as he waited for Fred to show up that you and Neville were standing up against the Carrow siblings all year. As he watched his brother hang his head between his legs he looked up to see you walking in.

“Freddie look” Fred looks at him before following his gaze “She’s alright”

He watches as you walk up to Jess both holding each other in a tight embrace, his shoulders relax at the knowledge you are okay. He also realises that Jess was the sister you were talking about. As he watched you both hug it was the same way he hugged George when he first saw him.

——— end of flashback ———

As he looked at you biting your lip as you held your giggles trying to return to your book, he smiled. He never forgot you made him laugh in the middle of a battle, he only ever seen your shy exterior over the years but that day he saw the small bit of cheekiness within you, a bit that he found he was now longing to see more of.

You look up catching his eye, giving him a shy smile as you see him looking at you. He smiles back giving you a wink as he turns back around.

“Ron” he gets his brothers attention

“What” he answers mouth half full, earning a playful nudge from Hermione

“What’s y/n doing behind me” he asks quickly interested to know your reaction to his light flirting

“Huh” he asks confused

“Just tell me” he pushes

“Ugh” he looks over to see you blushing seemingly at the book “She looks a bit flustered and she’s smiling a bit”

Fred smirks, pleased he didn’t make you uncomfortable “Perfect”

“Y/l/n huh” George teases

This wasn’t the first time his brother had brought you up but it was the first time he had done something about it and actually interacted with you instead of stealing glances at you in class.

“Shut it” he snaps back

“Just remember she’s really shy Fred and I’m pretty sure Luna and Nev will kill you if you hurt her” Hermione reminds him

Hermione had never really talked to you much however she did come to you when it came to healing as you helped her make ointment to help ease the pain of Umbridge’s quill

“Not to mention Jess” George adds

“Trust me that’s the last thing I’m planning to do” he looks back around his voice fading at the end getting caught up in the way your hair has fallen over your face as you are completely immersed in the book your reading again

“Freddie’s fell in love” Ginny sings causing Harry, Ron, Hermione and George to chuckle

“Fuck off” he bites back however all of them see the small smile on his face he can’t shake as he turns back to eat

Fred spots Neville in the crowd as they are headed to DADA

“Neville” he calls out jogging up to him

“Hi” he replies looking around noticing George isn’t with him, the realisation makes him ask his next question hesitantly “What do you want?”

“Switch partners with me” he blurts out, cringing a little at how desperate he sounded but keeps his cool

“What why?” Neville seems confused at first but as Fred answers it clicks together

“Today we choose our partners for the project and I want to be with y/n, I’ve already spoken to George you just tell her that you’re with him and I’ll be hers” Fred explains, rather satisfied with his own plan

“Why do you want to be with y/n” Neville tilts his head, smiling a little

Ginny had already blabbed to him and Luna about Fred’s crush on you but he didn’t expect Fred to try and switch partners instead of just walking up to you. Although the more he thought about it he realised that this was better, not only because of your shy nature but also it meant that Ginny was right and Fred’s intentions were good. That Fred knew this would be less scary for you and maybe even for him as well.

Fred notices his slight smirk, sighing “Gin already told you, didn’t she?”

“Little bit but yes I’ll switch with you”

Fred eyes widen as he beams down at the boy “Thanks, Nev”

“Oh, and Fred” Neville starts

“Don’t hurt her or you’ll kick my arse harder than you sliced up that snake”

Neville chuckles “That wasn’t what I was going to say but that is true. I was going to say I think you both would make a nice couple”

Fred smiles, he was a bit nervous that you and he wouldn’t really work considering you were polar opposites, but hearing Neville who would never lie to him say he thinks you both would work made his day more than the younger boy could ever know

“Thanks man”

You were sat with Neville as you waited on Lupin starting the class, as Neville seemed to by doodling something in his book you looked around the rest of the room. You caught the eye of Ron and Harry who smiled knowingly at you, to which you smiled back confused before turning to Lupin as he spoke

“Can I get everyone’s attention” Lupin claps his hands checking everyone is looking before continuing “Today we will be starting your projects, you are to pick a topic you and your partner find interesting and write a paper on it. Since there are two of you and you are all in your final year I expect your report to be thorough. Do not pick a broad subject, instead choose a niche or an aspect about your chosen topic to focus in on. I shall give this lesson to pick your partners and begin discussing what you will chose, I will only give you this lesson to in class to work on it the rest must be done in your own time. It is due three weeks today and you are getting an extra week since well if you have a lunar calendar you will understand” he chuckles at the end

You smiled, along with the golden trio and rest of the class, it was nice to see him so open about his werewolf status, you could tell Tonks had helped him a lot with becoming more self-confident and it was such a nice growth to see.

“So, what do you want to work on?” you turn to Neville who gives you an awkward smile

“What” you pout

“I actually already told George I’d be his partner” he felt bad seeing the panic wash over your eyes that you might have to talk to some random stranger so he tries to reassure you “But since I’m with George it means you and Fred will be together”

Although by your eyes widening and the slight blush on your face he’s unsure if that knowledge helped or made it worse. Either way he knew you well enough to know you definitely had some kind of feelings for the elder twin, which made him happy that Fred had a chance.

You watched Neville get up and walk over to where the twins were seated, you saw both of them look over at you as Fred gave you a warm smile gathering his stuff, moving to sit next to you.

“Hello” he greets

“Hi” barley getting the word out, thankful it came out in a semi normal tone than the squeak you were dreading

“How come Nev is working with George?” you ask, still confused as to why Neville would change his partner and a little scared he might have finally grown bored of you

Fred could see you were nervous “Oh well me and Georgie don’t exactly work on the projects when we partner up, usually rushing it at the last minute. Our goal is at least pass one class and we choose this one, so, I asked Neville to switch”

The part about him and George was true but the second half was a white lie they had absolutely no intention of passing their classes on purpose, if they did they were going to take it as a happy accident.

“Oh okay, that makes sense” you nod, feeling a little better

“We can switch back if you’re uncomfortable” the boy hoped you’d say it was alright, but he could understand that maybe he hadn’t thought this completely through

“No, it’s okay” you pick up your book “Do you have a preference on a topic to choose?”

Fred’s shoulders relaxed as you picked up the book, smiling as he answered your question “Well me and Georgie always found the Patronus charm rather cool, especially since it can change overtime”

You look up at Fred nodding, then remembered yours and his patronus’ interacting and started blushing slightly, moving to open your book to the right page to try and hide it but the red-haired boy had already noticed smirking to himself

“So, you think we should focus out essay on corporeal patronus forms?” he nods “We could also talk about rare ones, umm” you flick through the chapter scanning for it pointing to the page “here, an…Andros the invincible” you giggle a little at the name as does Fred “he had a giant as his patronus”

You and Fred read through the chapter, you explaining some things as you do as Fred listens intently, loving the sound of your voice. Up front Remus looks out over the students to check everyone is paired up and working, scanning over the pairs he sees people in small discussions, Harry and Ron, Hermione and Ginny, Pansy and Blaise, Draco and Astoria, Daphne and Luna. As he looks over towards the rest of the pairs his eyes fall upon the back two desks, surprised when he didn’t see you and Neville and the twins paired together but Neville with George and Fred with you.

As he watches you and Fred he sees you pointing to something on the page, explaining something as Fred appears to listen, smiling down at you. The older man smiles to himself, he wasn’t obvious to the longing looks Fred had been giving you over the past month in class, nor did he miss the small glances you gave him either.

As class finishes you and Fred are packing up your stuff “So when are you free to meet up?” smiling hopefully at him

“I can’t do tomorrow I have quidditch practice, but I’m free this weekend”

“Oh, it’s the first Hufflepuff match this weekend with Ravenclaw” you remind him

“Oh, shit so it is” he chuckles, scratching the back of his head

“What time does practice finish tomorrow?”

“Depends on Gin anywhere between 7 and midnight, maybe we could meet up after class next week I’d hate to make you wait around or miss the match” you nod, you had heard that Harry had made Ginny team captain and her training schedule resembled Oliver’s from 3rd year

“We have Herbology together last thing on Monday so we could meet up in the library before dinner?”

“Sounds good”

You stood outside Herbology patiently waiting for Fred to come out, soon you spotted why he was a bit delayed as some of the Ravenclaw girls had swarmed him. As he walked out smiling at the girls giving him attention he spotted you, you smiled awkwardly shuffling a bit, unsure if you should go over or wait for him to stop talking to the girls.

He smiles at you as you wave, in that moment he forgot you weren’t like George, you couldn’t just waltz up and whisk him away, and you weren’t like Angelina or Alicia who would just tell them to get lost. He mutters a quick goodbye, jogging up to you in hope they get the hint, they do but it also meant the girls began to stare you down instead, causing you to look uneasy.

Fred noticed your distress, wrapping his arm around you and leading you away, at first you tense up under his arm before relaxing. As you walk away from the group of girls Fred leans down “You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry I’m just not used to a lot of attention” you reply, not looking up at him as it was clear you were blushing from the close contact

As you reach the door Fred retracts his arm, much to your dismay, instantly feeling colder and missing the feeling. You both head towards the library, Fred goes for one of the seats he usually sat at when Hermione would drag him, Harry and his brothers there, but you stop him.

“You mind if we sit somewhere else?” you ask quietly “This bit will get crowded just before dinner and Prince hangs around here”

Fred furrows his eyebrows together, in truth he really never came to the library at all, only when he was forced, so he didn’t even know there were other places to sit. He nods picking up his bag and following you deeper into the library. As you come to the end of the seemingly never-ending bookshelves, he watches you walk along the windows stopping and starting to hop up on one, he smiles a little as you take two attempts to jump up. Walking up he sees a small booth on one side of the window sill with a table on the other.

Looking down at him you pat the spot next to you, signalling for him to join you. He places his bag up on the table easily climbing up, you were used to being here with Jess or yourself, not a 6ft giant so the booth was a bit snug but not enough that you wouldn’t have room to work.

“I had no idea this existed, although I’ve never been one to actually study” he chuckles “How did you find this place?” he looks down at you, gulping a bit realising how close you were, not only that but the light from the sun hit you just right through the window, Merlin she’s beautiful

You smile at him pointing to some initials carved in the table, A.M, “Alex McConnell, Jess’ dad found it back in his days here, telling Jess about it when she got here and she showed me”

You swear you thought you were going to faint as you felt Fred lean over you and point to the initials below it, J.M and [your initials] “Didn’t take you as a vandal love” smiling a little as he runs his fingers over the initials

“I’m full of surprises…” your small bit of confidence fades instantly as you turn to look up at him, bushing at how close your faces are, even more so as he turns to look at you noses almost touching.

Fred smirks to himself as your eyes widen, quickly turning away flustered starting to take out your books and quill, that was adorable

“What’s the plan” he asks after he gets his own parchment and quill out

“I was thinking we could do the research together this week and start writing it next week? That way we can make any edits we need and have it done before Hogsmeade since it’s the weekend before the deadline” you bite your lip looking up at him

Fred smiles at you “Sure love, I have quidditch practice on Thursdays besides that I’m at your disposal”

Over the next two weeks you and Fred met up each day, except Thursdays to research and write the report, the boy also found ways of slipping some extra conversation in their to get to know you

“Happy Hufflepuff won against Ravenclaw?”

“Yeah it was a good game, the common room was jumping on Saturday”

“You ever thought about playing Quidditch?”

“I’m not very competitive, I prefer to watch”

“Ravenclaw-Gryffindor match is next, you going to that?”

“Yeah, I’ll be routing for you”

“You have plans for what you want to do after Hogwarts?”

“Jess is setting up her own Herbology shop and she’s going to have a clinic in it so I was thinking of training under the healer she’s hired”

“That sounds nice, where is her shop?”

“Just off diagon alley, you can actually see your shop from our apartment window”

“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other than”

“Did you like me and Georgie’s latest prank?”

“It was funny, next time you should put a sticking charm so it lasts longer”

“Now, that’s an idea. So glad I’m starting to corrupt you little Hufflepuff, next I’ll have you joining me”

The following Friday you both leave the library happy the report was done but agreed to still meet on Monday to write the final draft together. You smile shyly at George who is waiting outside

“Hi” you wave awkwardly at him before cringing at how silly that must have looked

“Hey y/n, hope my brother hasn’t been giving you too much grief the last couple weeks” you giggle, unable to see Fred giving his brother a glare

“So” George continues despite his brothers shaking his head “You going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?”

“Yeah I think so, need to replenish my stash from Honeydukes” you answer

“Are you going with anyone” Fred asks, you were too nervous to notice the hope on his voice

“No, I used to always go with Jess” you bite your lip, you didn’t mind going alone, you enjoyed your own company but you afraid they might laugh at you

“Come with us” George suggests

“Really?” you look looks between them, a small smile gracing your face

“Yeah it’ll be great” Fred replies

As you are about speak a couple girls walk up to Fred, the girl at the front speaking up “Hiya Freddie, I was wondering if you had a date to Hogsmeade yet” flipping her hair as she spoke causing her perfume to fill the air

You look between the two of them, feeling a pang in your heart at the thought of Fred saying yes, why wouldn’t he say yes, she’s so confident. George notices your pained expression, but he knew Fred was about to turn the girl down and he now knew that you shared the same feelings as his brother.

“I’m flattered love but I already have plans” the girls expression drops, looking quickly at you as she sees you smiling up at him

Regaining her confidence, she walks up to him “That’s alright, maybe next time” she strokes his arm, winking before walking off

Fred watches her leave before turning back to his brother and you “Sorry about that, anyway we’ll meet you outside around 10?”

You nod “Yeah I’ll look forward to it. I’m going to head back to my common room for a bit before dinner, I’ll see you both tomorrow?” you wave as you walk away hearing Fred and George saying ‘bye’ ‘ see you’

Fred watches you walk away a smile on his face

“Your welcome by the way” George smiles at his brother smugly

“I would have asked her” He rebuts as they start walking

“Sure, you know I don’t know if you’re making her more outgoing or if she’s making you shy”

“Fuck off” he laughs before stopping, turning to his brother with a rare serious expression “Just between us, do you think I have a chance, be brutally honest”

“She likes you Freddie, you have a chance trust me you should have seen her little pout for the half a second she had to wait for your answer just now”

The elder twin nods smiling “You think you could…” he starts

“…come up with an emergency so you two can be alone, sure thing I was planning on ditching you anyway”

You must have looked in the mirror about 10 times before you left your dorm, heading out and down to the court yard you spot the twins.

As you walked up your stomach fills with butterflies as Fred smiles brightly at you “Morning love” he greets

“Morning y/n” George nods

“Morning” you smile up at the two of them

The three of you all set off towards Hogsmeade, first headed towards Honeydukes, then you went with Fred and George as they went to check on their sister store they were planning on opening where zonkos used to sit. On the way to the three broomsticks you all spot a familiar face

“Fred, George!” Angelina greets, walking up to give them a hug

“Hi” she extends the syllables as she looks at you for a name

“y/n” you smile at her

“Nice to meet you, y/n”

“Fancy running into you here” George smirks at the girl

“Well I was in town visiting you see” Angelina replies

You look between the three, having a feeling they all know something you don’t

“Say you two wouldn’t mind if me and Ange leave you two to catch up?” George raises his eyebrow

“No that’s fine by me, y/n you alright with that?” Fred looks down at you

Your heart flutters with the idea of being alone with him “I’m okay with that”

As you both walk away Fred turns back mouthing ‘thank you’ to his brother and Angelina. Walking into the three broomsticks it was mobbed and very loud, you saw Harry and Ginny in a booth with Ron and Hermione looking like they were on a double date. Fred looked down at you seeing you looked uneasy, he also saw some of his fan girls in the corner noticing his presence.

“Hey you want to grab some bottles of butterbeer to go” he asks

“Would you mind?” you look up at him, biting your lip

“Not at all, come on soon we get them the sooner we’re out of here” you follow him through the tables, as you are walking Fred looks down at you slipping his hand into yours leaning down as he continues towards the bar “You’re alright I’m here love”

You smile looking up at him, squeezing his hand as you both get to the bar

“What can I get you both” Madam Rosmerta greets at you both, eyes flickering down to your hands as she gave the boy a smile

The women had seen the older twin in here on plenty dates but you weren’t the type he usually brought in, nevertheless she had to admit you both suited each other rather well.

“Two bottles of butterbeer, but can we get them to go” Fred smiles back, trying to ignore the women’s knowing look between the two of you

“Coming right up” The lady leaves going into the back to grab the bottles

As she leaves you have a look around, it was then you noticed the group of girls glaring at you or more specifically your hand intertwined with Fred’s. You let go of his hand, before Fred can react and look down to see why you let go Rosmerta returns

“Here you go” she hands over the bottles

“Thanks for making an exception for us” Fred thanks the women

“Anything for my second favourite Weasley” she winks

“Second you wound me” he plays a hand on his heart, relishing in the way you giggle at his antics

“Well one of your older brothers used to come in a lot during the triward tournament, handsome fella” she looks over to see a couple people waiting at the other end of the bar “Looks like i have more customers, enjoy your drinks”

You smile nodding as you turn away and Fred thanks her once again, putting the bottles in his bag.

The two of you walk out, as you exit Fred turns to you “So where do you want to go?”

You are about to answer when a group of girls come out after you, the same girl that asked him out yesterday walking up to the two of you

“Hiya Freddie” Fred tries his best not to roll his eyes, annoyed he can’t just have two minutes with you

“Hey” he nods

“I’m sorry I don’t think I know you, I’m sure you know me though” you nod, she was one of the most popular girls in Ravenclaw, hell the whole school, of course you knew her

“Y/n” you answer shyly

“Y/n, pretty name” she gives you a smile looking you up and down, a smile that in girl language meant she hated you without ever having to utter a word

“Where are you off to, you came in and left we were worried” she pretends to be concerned

“We were just going somewhere a bit quieter” Fred wraps his arm around you, making you gasp a bit in surprise

“Oh, it’s such a shame usually you’re the life of the place, hate to see you dimming your light” she looks at you as she shes the last bit

You swallow hard, you could feel her words plunge straight into your heart. You felt bad for pulling Fred away, you didn’t want to hold him back from things because you were scared. You couldn’t even sit in a crowded pub, let alone stand up for yourself in front of one of his fan girls, how could you ever be more than that.

Fred looked down at you, seeing how the words where effecting you, no one makes my little puff feel like that “Maybe my priorities are changing. Now, if you’ll excuse me ladies we were having a lovey time before we were interrupted”

He wraps his arm a bit tighter around you giving your shoulder a light squeeze, leaving the Ravenclaw girl fuming, Fred hearing a distant huff and stomp as you both walk off

Once you’re a good bit away Fred looks down at you his voice pulling you out of your intrusive thoughts “So where did you want to go”

Your head shoots up, mouth opening before closing again as you try to recall what you were going to say earlier, he sees your eyes light up in recognition as you speak “I was going to suggest Black lake, its dry and if we sit by the trees we won’t get too cold”

“Sounds perfect love, I can warm up the butterbeers if you want” you nod

You both arrive at Black Lake, finding a spot where you can both sit comfortably. Fred pull out the butterbeers opening them before taking out his wand to heat them up a bit.

“Good?” he asks as you take a sip

“Yeah…I haven’t had one of these in years, think the last time was in 6th year”

He hums, looking over he sees you pull your jacket closer to you, you only had on a shirt and jacket since you thought you’d be in and out of shops all day.

“Here” he shrugs off his jacket, pulling off his jumper

As he does his shirt underneath rides up a bit revealing his toned stomach making you blush. Fred pulls down his shirt a bit, turning to you as he pulls one of the arms of his jumper inside out. He grins as he sees your eyes trailing from his stomach to your lap in an effort not to make it obvious you had been staring.

You look back up at the jumper held out in front of you “Are you sure?”

“Yes love, take it” you take it from him, shrugging off your own jacket as you pull it over your head

As you slip it on you are engulfed by Fred’s scent, making you smile as you look up at him to find him tracing his eyes over his jumper on you smiling, “Suits you” he says before wrapping his arm around you

You tense a bit, he looks down releasing his grip a bit “This alright” he sighs in relief as you nod returning his grip

Fred’s heart does little jumps as you lean into his chest, your own heart was thumping so fast you were terrified he could feel it

“So, I was thinking about one last thing we could put in our report” he says after a while

You tilt your head up “What?”

“Well” he shifts so he can see you clearly “Maybe we could add a bit at the end about our own patronus’”

“Yours was a magpie, right?” he nods

“And yours is a robin. I was thinking we could cast them again see how they interact, they got cut short a but last time with Umbridge” he suggests

“Sure”

You both stand up, the boy can’t help but smile at his jumper hanging off of you watching as you fold up the sleeves because its too big. Pulling out your wands you both point them out at the water

“Ready” he turns to you

“Ready”

Both of you mutter Expecto Patronum, light flooding from your wands as your patronus’ form. For yourself, you would always think of Jess, your parents and Jess’ parents, even though yours and her parents were gone you still could remember your fond memories of them. For Fred, it was always his family, more particular his brother.

You both smile as you watch his morph into a magpie and yours a robin, both flying around each other, watching as they swoop down landing in front of you. Fred reaches out his spare hand taking yours, watching as your patronus’ hop closer together.

After watching them interact for a bit, you both finished your butterbeers before returning to the castle. Fred walked you to the corridor near the Hufflepuff entrance

“I had a great day” you say smiling at him

“Me too, I’ll see you Monday” Fred wished he could just take you in his arms and kiss you but he had to take it slow

He begins to walk away but you grab his arm making him look back at you. Using every bit of confidence you have you lean up planting a kiss on his cheek “Bye Freddie”

Fred’s eyes blow wide as you kiss him, a small smile on his face as he sees you blush before you walk off towards your common room. He was surprised you made the first move, not to mention he knew how much that small act would have taken for you to do, safe to say the boy was ecstatic. He lets out a small chuckle as he touches the cheek you kissed.

He heads back to his own common room, walking in with a huge smile plastered on his face as he sees his brothers, sister, Harry and Hermione on the couches.

“How did it go!” Ginny sits up excitedly

“You told everyone didn’t you” he looks at his twin, who opens his mouth to say something but ultimately just gives him a shrug

“In Georges defence we did see you holding hands in the pub” Harry speaks up

“You held hands?” George wiggles his eyes brows at his brother

“We did” Fred smiles proudly “She also kissed my cheek when I walked her back just now”

“Wait” Hermione looks at him “She kiss you not the other way around” they rest look puzzeled that you made the first move

“Yup” popping the p as he takes a seat

“Wow in shy person world that’s the same as shagging” Harry almost chokes on his chocolate frog at George, Ginny rubbing his back and kissing his forehead giggling at his reaction

“That can’t be accurate” Fred replies

George spots Neville walking in “Hey Nev”

“Yeah” he looks around “hey guys”

There is a series of ‘heys’ and ‘hellos’ before George asks “Nev sure in shy person world them kissing your cheek means the same as shagging”

The boy’s eyes widen, almost choking like Harry but on air, before letting out a chuckle “I wouldn’t go that far but if you’re talking about y/n then yeah it’s a big deal” he turns to Fred “At the yule ball she didn’t once kiss her dates cheek and he took her to a ball, so I’m pretty sure she really fancies the pants you” Neville cringes at his choice of words as George laughs about how he was right

Fred smiles leaning back into the couch, wishing for Monday to come sooner so he can be close to you again. As he drifts off into his own little world the rest of the group start making bets on when you and he will officially go out, as well as bets on who will kiss who first.

You were sat at the window booth in the library starting to write up the final draft, fixing any little errors. Fred was late, you sighed looking out of the window, the rain was rather fitting as you were starting to worry he wasn’t going to show up. I shouldn’t have kissed him. Just as you leaned your head on the window you hear footsteps, looking around you saw an out of puff Fred

“Sorry, long story involving a new prototype and a very angry portrait, main thing is I’m here and I’m so sorry for making you wait love”

“oh” you sit up feeling relieved “It’s okay, I was just starting to write the final essay” you reply as Fred jumps up sliding in next to you

“You know me and Georgie have quills that can spell check it for us” he reaches into his bag grabbing on of them out handing it to you

“That’s so cool, thank you” you smile taking the quill off of him, blushing as your hands grazed together

It took you both a couple hours to write it up, adding in the extra paragraph on how your patronus’ interacted as well as what each of them meant. In your research you learned patronus’ tended to reveal things about the person not even themselves knew. Magpies are social and two means joy, which made sense as when George and Fred were together they did bring joy. Robins can represent perseverance as well as new beginnings, things that echoed in your life.

“Looks like that’s us finished” you put down your quill, sighing in relief as you sit back a bit

“Yeah” Fred stretches placing his hand over your shoulder as he finishes

You giggle “That was pretty smooth”

“Thanks, saw it in a muggle movie Mione’ made us watch” he hugs you closer

“Freddie” you look up at him

“Yeah” he smiles tilting his head down, heart swelling at you calling him ‘Freddie’ again

“You think we can still hang out even now the projects over?”

“Absolutely, you’re stuck with me now” he kisses the side of your head

“Can I…maybe try pranking someone with you and George I’ve always wanted to be a part of one” you smile up at him

Fred smiles “You can join us anytime you want love, but there is one thing I want to do before that”

“And what is that?” you meet his eyes

Fred’s eyes flicker to your lips before he leans down slowly, your heart races realising he’s actually going to kiss you. As he draws closer he smiles as you begin to lean forward too, both capturing each other’s lips gently. As you pull away you bite you lip smiling at him

“Merlin you’re so cute when you do that” Fred moves his thumb across your lips before gently kissing your forehead

You look up at him nervously “Freddie does this mean we’re you know” you bite your lip again, nodding your head to insinuate

“Together?” you nod slowly “I hope so, your mine now and i’m never letting you go” a small squeal escapes your lips as he picks you up and pulls you over his lap, legs straddling either side

“In fact…” he moves some hair behind your ear “…you’ve been my little Hufflepuff for a while now” he leans into to give you a peak on the lips

“Does that make you my brave Gryffindor then?” you tilt you head at him smiling brighter than he’d ever seen

“I’m anything you want me to be darling, I’m all yours” he replies moving into kiss you again

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smoochi-modest · 3 years ago

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✿ [ Wilted ] ✿

—> Genshin Impact - [ Xiao x Reader ]

—> [ Fem! Reader. Blood. Gore. Character death. Fluff into angst, with a rather bitter ending. ]

—> Description - [ It all started with a promise, and now here you were. It seems Xiao will never escape his karma, he thought. The hope you once gave him began to escape within his tears. ]

—> Note - [ 2,231 words - I hope you enjoy;; it'll be one of the few times I write angst, I can't bring myself to hurt him more. ]

" Xiao... you're immortal right? "

Head rested peacefully on the adepti's shoulder, you couldn't help but smile fondly towards the boys face. Xiao had been staring back at you for quite some time now, you were unsure why but you hadn't been bothered to ask. Feeling safe under his watchful eye.

" I am still able to die, just not by time. " Xiao said firmly to you in response, his normally sharp glare found itself to soften the moment you lock eye contact. A feeling of nostalgia bubbled beneath the surface of his skin.

"Mm... That's no good, that means you'll have to die in pain. Right?"

He was taken back by your words for a moment, a frown creeping onto his features. Brows furrow while listening to you patiently. He opened his mouth, only to shut it once more for you to continue.

"I mean... You're already going through enough pain as it is."

He was. And he knew it hurt not only him, but you as well.

"Will you be alright when I'm gone...?"

No. He wanted to say oh so desperately. Closing his eyes, Xiao leaned his head to the side, nuzzling on top of your own while he whispered gently.

" Please do not utter such words. "

Then there was silence, within the heavy atmosphere there was clearly something plaguing your thoughts. He feared it would trap you in a world similar to his own, a place full of pain and self doubt.

" . . . "

" I am an adepti, not a child. "

" . . . "

Yet again more silence, that is... until you shot up from your seated position, knocking your heads together on accident while whining in the process. You lifted a hand to your head, muttering small curses. But now wasn't the time for that! Brushing off the complaints, you make light of the situation. A new idea found it's way in that pretty head of yours, as he stared at you rather irritated by the sudden bash of skulls through your unexpected excitement.

" Wait! I got it! " You seem to beam, " I'll just reincarnate as soon as I am dead! Then I could embrace you just like this, all over again! "

Xiao scoffed, looking to the ground as a sudden warmth found its way across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. A rose red hue, adorning his face.

" Reincarnation doesn't work like that, you have no say in how long it takes for you to return. "

This seemed to make you pout, sitting yourself back down, you take his hands in your own. The sudden connection, brought him to lift his head slightly to have a glance at your expression. Your fingers intertwining with his.

" Fine then! Just watch me, Xiao. I'll prove you wrong. "

"I'll even promise you!"

That day was forever imprinted in the back of his mind, staring down solemnly at your gravestone. He couldn't remember the last time he felt your touch, oh how he craved to feel it again. Wishing to go back in time, and replay everything all over again.

Xiao missed the way you'd hold his hands ever so delicately, bringing each knuckle to your soft lips. With each kiss, came so much unfamiliar warmth. He wishes he could have told you just how special you were to him, but now it was too late.

You were always the one to nurture his hands, the way you'd caress them with your thumb- leaving tingles behind. You'd claim time and time again, that those hands weren't only used for bloodshed. But for love as well.

His hands let him eat Almond tofu, grasp onto your face while peppering you with soft love pecks. He can almost hear you giggles still, whenever you'd try to push him away out of embarrassment.

Now he awaited for your promise to come true... he's waited nearly a decade now, or had it been more? Visiting your grave whenever he had the time, he treated your gravestone like it had truly been you. Leaving flowers behind, all different colours. Some white camellia, all the way to some dandelion he picked from the ground during his travels.

Ever since that day, the fateful day of your demise- Xiaos life fell into shambles. Feeling tears swell up beneath his mask each day as he slaughtered all his inner demons, along with many threats that came too close to the city of Liyue. His life didn't feel the same, forgetting what he had done on a regular biases without you by his side. So much pressure weighed at his faltering heart. A pressure that almost made him feel equal pain to his karmic debt.

He longed for a day to come where he could have worn the mask and danced with you in his arms — not to conquer demons, but to the tune of that flute amid a sea of flowers he heard once before, long ago. Before he had met you.

The once glittering sun found itself to rest behind the ocean's view, darkness consuming your gravestone and him along with it. Allowing the moon to grace Xiao with it's knowing call, a sign of more pain to come, a call reminding him of his duty that he must serve for the rest of his lifetime. He bid your grave a farewell after adjusting some of the fallen flowers.

Everything around him seemed to be void of any sound, slashing away at potential threats in his path. Piercing monsters abdomens like it were a kabob, before ripping his weapon of choice out in swift motion, allowing blood to spill out of the inhumane creature. Spinning his jade-winged spear to rid of any remaining traces of blood or guts, the ground had been painted in the horrifying colour which you seemed adore. A rose red.

There had been very few times where Xiao was caught off guard, however it was during this onslaught that something abnormal began to sprout like a rose bud. A harsh force knocked him off his feet, collapsing to the ground as he winced in pain. A weight then followed, hovering over him as a small hand grasped his throat. Choking on his breath, his piercing gold eyes widen at the sight ahead of him.

There sat a young girl, resembling his fallen lover. He couldn't allow this inconvenience to halt him from his duty, yet Xiaos mind began to churn still. Ripping the mystery girls hand off his throat, he kicked her off of himself. Quickly standing back up, in a more defensive position.

The two opposing figures stare at each other with undecipherable expression. Both wearing their own masks. His of an Oni, hers of a butterfly. The broken mask only covered the top left half of her face, and he prayed his eye's were playing tricks on him. A familiar colour of messy hair, lips coated in blood as it appears she had previously bitten herself while taking the impact of his kick. But what really through him off was that single eye. An eye that resembles your exact image. But why here? surely this couldn't have been you, he pleaded for it not to have been you.

" Wait! I got it! " You seem to beam, " I'll just reincarnate as soon as I am dead! Then I could embrace you just like this, all over again! "

" Fine then! Just watch me, Xiao. I'll prove you wrong. "

Feeling a sudden rush of pain course through his veins, Xiao stumbled backwards. Clutching onto his mask, desperately trying to snap himself back into reality. A low growl seems to rumble from his throat as he gasps, picking up his lowered head, the girl had yet to approach him.

After one more glance, the adeptus made up in his mind that it must have been you. The way those now empty eyes pierce into his tainted and damaged soul. It sent shivers down his spine, a feeling he had been unfamiliar with. Was this fear? He had no idea. Afraid that this was the fate you two had met, was this his karmic debt returning to torture him in every possible way?

Xiao could understand why he was brought back into his world of inner demons, but why... why were you here? you didn't do anything to deserve this. The girl he once knew, wished to live a happy life, one full of flowers and pillow talks. All that innocence, silly promises that seemed to make his heart flutter all came crashing down.

Fighting through the pain, he got back into a protective stance. You noticing his caution, slowly approach him. This caught him off guard, and that was his first mistake. Allowing your expression alone to throw him off. A single tear seemed to stray down your cheek, lunging forward at him with impressive speed. He lifts the shaft of his spear ahead of himself, protecting himself from the blade you pulled out from your hip. Deflecting it and jumping back, it was clear the boy had no interest in harming you.

" If you are who I believe, please listen to the words I say- argh! " Another sharp pain shot in the back of his head, interrupting his futile attempt to have a conversation with the reborn you. Xiao was unable to accept the fact you had become something so opposing to the angel you once were. Old memories of you smiling in his direction ate at his rotting sanity.

He knew this had to be you, a you that Xiao wished he didn't have to see. Your figure was covered head to toe in blood, hair knotted as you seemed to huff out shallow breaths. It was clear your body had been worn out from whatever you previously were doing.

" Please, you made a promise to embrace me once again. So why are you standing so far away, don't you remember?! "

His normally calm nature seemed to crack, a voice unbearable to hear. The way it would crack mid sentence, he was at a breaking point. Not wanting to harm his love.

The silence between the two of you felt like hell, air so heavy he could hardly breathe.

Xiao knows all too well, he had the upper hand in a one on one fight with you, but harming you was the last thing on his mind. Pleading once again, realizing his voice didn't seem to reach you at all.

He missed those small talks.

The screams all sound the same.

After another moment of silence and hesitance, you crouched down. Fingers tracing the ground without removing you gaze from his. He asked for your gentle stare to return, the way you look at him now with such emptiness- it truly hurt.

Its the old voice in his head that held him back.

Realizing what you had been attempting to do, it was his time to lunge forward. Pushing you away from the graphic pile of your now comrades bodies.

Xiao managed to gain a firm grip on your wrists in a single hand, while you were trapped beneath him. You squirm, thrash and scream in a desperate attempt to escape. Each shout felt like a knife had been plunged deep into his heart.

He hated to see you like this, the mask once keeping his face hidden found itself to dissolve in thin air, allowing you to see his saddened expression. Brows furrowed, tears streaming down his once expressionless face, his body began to quiver knowing what he had to do for this all to end.

"Will you be alright when I'm gone...?"

His unoccupied hand reached for his spear. Lifting it up above your form beneath him. He wanted this to be quick, a painless death... but that pain would only transfer back to him. Know that the hands you once adored, would be your own bitter end.

" How are your hands so soft, Xiao?? smooth~" You coed " I could touch them forever... " You brought his hand up to nuzzle your cheek into its warmth. Your smile always felt contagious, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as well.

Pitiful hiccups erupt from the boy, unsure how to handle the flood of emotions.

After a while, your struggle seemed to end. Not realizing what he had done. The ear piercing scream you let out, went unheard by the boy who was so focused on old memories, his head pounding. Opening his eyes, they widen in shock.

There you were, blood spilling from your chest as his eyes focus on the weapon now dug deep within your chest where your heart was.

The same weapon he used to slay evil, the weapon he used to protect you with a long time ago. Now, the weapon that he coated in your blood.

A sudden sense of distraught met the boy, crying out for you only to hear his own echoes. Still sat on top of you, he removes the weapon. Throwing it to the side as he clutches your body close to his own.

Blood and tears merge together.

Embracing you just how you promised, he wrapped one arm around your waist while the other allowed his hand to hold your head against his shoulder, nose nuzzled in the crook of his neck. Your blood painted his torso, staining his clothes.

You used to adore hearing his heartbeat on late nights like this... oh how he wished he could hear yours in this moment too.

#genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin x you #Xiao x reader #genshin xiao #genshin impact angst #Genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #Angst #smoochi modest

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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One Door Closes... (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2700

Summary: For Steve, your door is always open... or he thinks so. And even when it isn’t, it is.

In which one small Zoom mishap leads to an (un)usual ‘welcome home’.

Warnings: brief mention of blood and violence, lightest angst, attempt at humour, crack-ish, fluff and language

A/N: For @anjali750, because this is totally her fault. Thank you for inspiring me :-* Have a little bit silly weekend reading, y’all!

“Tell me about it,” Steve encouraged you gently, soft smile playing in the corner of his mouth despite the pain it must be causing him due to his busted lip.

You couldn’t but grin at the lenient picture he made. Feeling blood rush to your cheeks at the thought of him probably calling you cute in his mind if his expression was anything to go by, you obliged, proceeding to tell him about the new project at work.

Your project. Because somehow, you finally earned your boss’ confidence and could bring the great ideas in your mind to life.

You felt so giddy just talking about it! So you started explaining, excitedly gesturing with your hands so Steve would get the right visual and you grew so enthusiastic that you almost forgot to keep an eye on him.

But you were watching him – always.

His lower lip was split, but already healing – it would have healed much faster if he stopped tugging at the healing skin whenever he talked or smiled at you from the screen. He looked a little drowsy, a shadow of a bruise forming on his cheek, but as far as you knew, those were the only injuries he had; that and many hours of sleep to catch up on.

Steve had a habit of calling you via Zoom whenever he got back to the Tower from a mission. He usually took a quick shower and was online until the last second before he had to leave for a debriefing; the only reason why he didn’t head straight to your place.

He admitted once that he loved seeing your face and talking to you even if for a moment after a mission, that it grounded him. On a very sappy and loveable moment, he even called you his sun; and the fact that after few minutes of being with you – as much as technology allowed – his face always seemed brighter, made you think that it truly was how he felt.

Even exhausted as he was now, you could tell his half-lidded eyes shined with life unlike when you started the call.

And so you kept rambling, feeling your heart bursting with love for your man and with euphoria, because goddammit, finally some recognition at work!

“Well, obviously, to reach as much general public as we can, we’re gonna launch a world-wide campaign! World-wide!” you emphasized with a blinding grin, throwing your hands wide to demonstrate.

---and your fingers caught in a cord from the laptop, pulling at it.

Steve’s benevolent face disappeared as your screen went black.

Because of course it did.

You had been talking yourself into buying a new laptop or at least having this one fixed for a few weeks now, because this was always the result whenever you accidently unplugged it. The battery was useless, ready to retire.

“Motherfu--- ugh!“

You wanted to be mad at the device – but this was totally on you.

Sighing, you hooked up the laptop again, waiting for it to wake up from a coma, shooting Steve an apologetic text in the meantime. Closing your eyes, you let your forehead lightly fall against your desk, mentally cursing yourself.

Dummy. If you only weren’t so lazy… and didn’t hate certain aspects of adulting with so much passion… you could have been talking to Steve-

Your eyes flew opened when it felt like it was quiet for too long; no reply to your text. Dread filled you and you quickly reached for your phone again, this time to dial.

You prayed you were wrong; but as the phone kept ringing with no one to answer it on the other end, you felt misery creep up you back and whimpered. Sliding your phone on the tabletop, your not-so-deft fingers stumbled over the keyboard, harshly welcoming it into the world of living by opening Zoom again to reconnect the call.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as the window opened---

An amused and yet somehow unimpressed face of Natasha Romanoff welcomed you and this time, you didn’t bother slowing down as your head hit the desk. It hurt, but that was only a presage of the real pain.

“Nooooooo,” you whined loudly, faking and not quite faking a sob, because shit.

“Oh yes,” Natasha hummed nonchalantly.

You straightened a bit in your chair, narrowing your eyes at her as you noticed the corners of her lips twitching while she pretended to be busy checking out her possibly-mission-broken nails.

“It’s not funny.”

She snorted and glanced at your no doubt desperate face.

“It really is. But also kinda sad,” the spy noted, something resembling concern flickering over her face before she scrunched her nose, irises twinkling. “And disgustingly cute. It has Rogers written all over it.”

You glared at her some more, not even bothering to roll your eyes.

“Tell that to my landlord,” you muttered under your breath, leaning your elbow on the tabletop and dropping your chin to you palm. A second later, a brilliant idea hit you and you tried to manipulate your legs from under you.

The thing was, even if you had a pretty good idea of what was coming if you didn’t stop it and knew that it would be a bitch to deal with, Natasha was right.

In a way, it was utterly cute, disarmingly charming and entirely heart-warming. Your stomach fluttered, the fabled butterflies flipping their wings, your face grew hot and your heart… well, it felt as if it was growing in size.

It was also sad, heart-breaking even; Steve, especially after a mission, was a man running on instincts. It was one of the reasons why he had developed a habit of calling you, why he wanted to hear you ramble about your either boring or exciting but always wonderfully normal day. A day which involved no shooting and no blood besides papercuts and a quarrel with your stubborn boss who shoot you glares at best.

On a mission, these carnal automatisms often meant survival. But back home, Steve didn’t want to be a sum of instincts of survival, fight and fear; he wanted to feel again. And with you, he did. He wasn’t just a Captain America, a soldier to be put on battlefield whenever the general found fit. He was a human being. A wonderful one at that, with beautiful soul.

So yes. It was also rather upsetting.

And in a way, it was a little funny too. You knew it was totally your fault and that Steve was being kinda ridiculous, because he knew you and your inclination to wild gesticulations ending up catastrophically. On top of that, he was aware of this particular problem being almost a daily occurrence; hell, he tried to talk you into having Stark look at your laptop and failed.

And now... well. Here you were.

“You know, maybe if you get up and welcome him with door opened…” Natasha teased you with your own genius ides and you grinded your teeth, frantically trying to move your foot, which was pretty much on fire and yet dead.

“I would, but I… eh, pins and needles, was sitting on my feet,” you explained, embarrassed, testing whether your feet could carry you or not, naturally finding that without support, you’d be down before you could take as much as a step.

This time, Natasha didn’t snort in amusement.

Instead, she graced you with an outburst on honest full belly laughter, her red hair unfairly shiny for a woman who just spend week on a mission in damn Moldova and probably kicked more asses that you could imagine.

“You know what, Romanoff…” you grunted, forcing yourself to wobble towards the door. Very slowly. And cautiously. Knowing your luck, you might actually get hurt.

“I’m not even sorry,” she choked out and then continued to howl in laughter. “You so deserve each other. I finally know what the ‘idiots in love’ mean. Thanks for that!”

“You’re very welcome,” you huffed, voice dripping with irony.

Finally able to put full weight on both of your feet, you headed towards the exit – and entrance – of your apartment.

Halfway, you decided it was a lost cause. You would be willing to bet that the moment you’d touch the doorknob, you’d get hit to your face. It wasn’t worth it.

Yes, maybe if you did get hurt, it would make Steve think twice before coming all guns-and-shield blazing into your apartment; then again, it would probably cost you a broken nose.

Not to mention Steve’s tendency to get swallowed by the enormity of his guilt.

So not worth it. Best if you stayed put.

That was what you kept telling yourself when you stood there for about two minutes, in which you’d be able to open the door about forty times. Your annoyance – mostly with yourself and the cackling redhead – and the anticipation was becoming unbearable. As seconds ticked by, you were trying to convince yourself into taking the last few steps and opening the door and save yourself some trouble---

You yelped when the loud bang rattled your apartment the door sent flying of their hinges along with a spray of powered plaster despite knowing it was coming.

A glint of metal appeared next, the striking red, white and blue no longer there as it was covered in more bland colours for stealth missions.

And then a large figure cladded in blue shirt and grey jeans entered, his chest heaving, face flushed with red. Piercing blue eyes wiped of all previous traces of tiredness scanned the room, instantly falling on you as you awkwardly stood there, dumbfounded, startled and utterly speechless.

Also, much to Steve’s puzzlement, you were perfectly fine otherwise – even with both legs functioning, no remnants of pins and needles present.

Steve eased his posture instantly, eyes narrowing and then widening as he looked you up and down, lips parting in genuine surprise – and relief.

He said your name, clear and almost reverent, dropping the shield on the floor with a clang.

The ‘hi babe’ got stuck in your throat as you could see the tension leaving his shoulders, his eyes turning glassy and absent despite relief rolling off him in damn tsunami waves.

It hit you like a train – that you were delighted to see him, actually see him, even under these circumstances; and you truly didn’t want him to withdraw to some freaky brain-space after he had probably got one of the most ridiculous scares of his life due to the fact that his brain was not fully back in the normal world.

In the normal world where you abruptly disconnected a call without warning, because you talked too animatedly and not because some terrorist high on the FBI’s, CIA’s, NSA’s and SHIELD’s most wanted list found out you were Steve’s girlfriend and decided to take you out.

So to prevent another psychical horror trip of his, you went for distracting him – with a very relevant issue.

“You broke my door.”

Steve blinked, gaze refocusing on you fully, simply staring for a long moment.

“You went offline,” he objected quietly, a hint of accusation in his voice. God, you missed his voice.

“You broke my door, Steve.”

As if hearing his name was a spell, his frozen figure came to life and he took a cautious step closer, repeating his previous statement, this time with a hint of guilt.

“You went offline.”

“And you broke my door. That’s the second time this month, Steve! My landlords gonna k--- be real pissed at me,” you corrected yourself in the last second, not wanting say kill.

Steve ignored the slip and apparently got the message, his face twisting in genuine apology. “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it!”

With efficiency of a supersoldier, he spun on his heels and rushed to pick up the door as if it was lighter than a paperweight and swiftly put it in place.

Only for the door to slowly tilt his way again. He caught it with a loud curse and moved it aside, leaning it partly against the wall. The action sent more plaster down onto the floor, like the only truly white snow in New York City. Peripherally, you noticed Steve grimacing, his face an expression an epitome of yikes.

You let your eyes slipped shut, shaking your head with a sigh, but couldn’t but chuckle. When you looked at Steve again, he resembled a 240 pounds giant Labrador puppy, truly regretful, approaching you reluctantly as if he was afraid you would slap his big paws for being clumsy.

What he would deserve was for you to clip round his ear for impulsiveness, but could you blame him? God knew what he had seen in Moldova in the past week, what horrors he had lived through and what a nightmare his mind had created when you ‘went offline’.

Him barging in like this due to your own dumbassery was kinda sad; a prove of his demanding job full of terror.

It was cute and heart-warming, because he just cared for you that much.

It was a little ridiculous, because as Steve finally crossed the distance between you two, the head of your elderly neighbour peeked from behind the empty doorway, puzzled and rather concerned.

You snorted unattractively, the scene in front of you seeming epically hilarious all of sudden.

“I’m good, Mr. T!” you called over Steve’s shoulder after the poor man who gossiped like an old woman and was just as hospitable. “Just my boyfriend fussing because of a technology fail!”

A grin spread on his wrinkled face; a testimony to years of laughter and amiability. “Oh. Hi, Mr. America!”

“Afternoon, Mr. T! I am verry sorry for disturbing you.”

The older-looking man waved off Steve’s politeness.

“It’s fine. You keep taking care of your lady, Mr. America, and keep her safe!”

“Yes, sir,” Steve humoured him with a salute, earning a wink.

As your neighbour walked away with a fresh topic for his Sunday tea party, Steve turned his attention to you again, eyes searching, wide, apologetic – but also soft, taking in the view of you, revelling in it.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered lowly, the lopsided smile you loved so much gracing his face, once again pulling at that damn split lip. You grimaced a bit, the sight of him almost brining tears into your eyes; the gentleness and the remnants of fight punching you straight in the gut.

His eyes fluttered close when you lifted your hand and traced the line of the bruise on his face with the lightest pressure you were capable of. This time, tears definitely prickled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, cupping Steve’s cheek and pulling him close.

“Oh come here, babe,” you breathed out, fingers carding through his hair as he leaned his head on your shoulder, lips brushing the crook of your neck, strong arms embracing around your form.

He was warm and big and held you a bit tighter than necessary and dammit, you loved your sweet of heart and occasionally dumb of ass boyfriend. Boyfriend, who was crazy in love with you. Sometimes with emphasis on the crazy.

“I missed you, sweetheart,” he muttered, nose nuzzling the sensitive skin of your neck, breathing in deeply. You pretended it didn’t do things to you as he did everything to get lost in you and leave all the bad behind. You failed.

“You’re totally paying for fixing my door.”

Well, maybe not failed entirely.

“Of course,” Steve assured you dutifully, no hint of humour in his voice.

It broke you on a completely new level; he was serious. Dammit you loved this man!

“I missed you too,” you finally admitted and this time, he did chuckle, squeezing you even tighter, hand running up and down your back. Without any warning, he tightened his grip and lifted you from the floor so you had to cling to him entirely, causing you to gasp.

You never got the chance to gather your wits and comment on that, because an annoyed voice of a certain redhead sounded from your laptop.

“…alright, you crazy kids, you had your cuddles. Now, Rogers, should I tell Fury you’re coming back for the debriefing or should we just finally change with the times and do it over Zoom?”

Clutching Steve’s waist and shoulder, face contentedly in his chest, you voted for the latter.

Steve Rogers masterlist

Lovely divider by whimsicalrogers.

A fic from collection ‘This was supposed to be a drabble.’ Also, I couldn’t for the love of god figure out a better title.

I hope you enjoyed at least a bit :-*

Thank you for reading!

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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I recommend you read this right after the first part. Enjoy <3

Tag: @inlittleways

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Shinsou x reader - Love Trigger (pt. 2)

⚠️warnings - sad shinsou :(

Pronouns - male, he/him

you can find the first part here!

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“You’re in love.”

It made perfect sense. Even if he denied it then, he couldn’t deny it now. He couldn’t decide if he fell in love with the lovey-dovey illusions of the (h/c) haired boy plaguing his mind, or if he wanted him even before that. Even so, one fact was abundantly clear.

He was so desperately in love with (L/n) (Y/n) and he made the biggest mistake of letting him slip through his fingers. It was like tasting the sweet fruit of affection, just to have it ripped away for your stupid actions.

Aizawa coughed into his elbow, trying to get Shinsous attention. He was staring devastatingly at the ground for far too long now, and he wanted to get back on his lunch break. Shinsou slowly raised his eyes, his legs following and bringing himself up to his feet.

“I...gotta go do something. Thanks.” He stumbled out of the faulty room, leaving two confused teachers and a very tired homeless looking man.

Once Shinsou closed the door to the teachers office, he started sprinting. He heard the distant shouts of the uptight blue haired boy from class 1-A, and even passed by his very confused friend. They all sounded like gibberish to him.

He stopped infront of the doors to the 1-H classroom. He didn’t know much about Hatsukoi, but he knew that she ate lunch in her class with her classmates every lunch.

He slammed open the door, startling the 3 girls, as he stomped his way over to the girl in question. She had her feet propped up in the table, and was twirling around a heart shaped cookie in her fingers.

“Deactivate your quirk.”

No response. Hatsukoi wouldn’t talk to him anymore, he figured she knew he was going to brainwash her into deactivating. Hatsukoi took a bite out of her cookie.

Her cockiness was starting to really piss him off. He was tired of have such sweet, vivid hallucinations of (y/n), just to be brought back to the fact he ruined something potentially beautiful. He slammed his fists on the table, making the two girls beside her yelp in suprise.

“DEACTIVATE YOUR FUCKING QUIRK! STOP GIVING ME GAY ASS DREAMS ABOUT (L/N)! I’M SO SICK OF IT!”

Hatsukoi stifled a snicker, and scribbled something on a sturdy napkin. She drew a tiny heart on the corner, then held it up with her bright pink nails. Shinsous heart stopped.

‘I never said I could specify what or who you dream about. Nor what emotion you feel. You did that all by yourself. <3’

Shinsous mouth went slack, ears reddening in embarrassment. Her two friends started giggling at his expression, while Hatsukoi held her signature, bad bitch grin. She flipped the napkin on its backside, and scribbled something else on it.

Shinsous throat closed up.

‘He sits on the rooftop at lunch now. On the third bench on the 2nd wing. Good luck xoxo <3’

He took the napkin, shoved it quickly down his pocket, and bolted out of the classroom. He heard Hatsukoi yell out a “bye bye~!”. He could’ve brainwashed her then, but he had to get his priorities straight.

He dashed up the stairs leading up to the rooftop. Even if (y/n) didn’t love him back, he just needed him in his life. It didn’t matter. He just wanted him to be by his side a little longer.

His legs stopped him in front of the rooftops door. He drew his hand to reach for the doorknob, but that froze aswell. He grit his teeth, yelling at himself to fucking move, but his body remained in place.

His legs felt like jelly. His body was covered in a cold sweat, and butterflies emerged from his stomach. He was nervous. Right on the other side of this door was the very boy he’d been having such intimate hallucinations about. He hopes it won’t get in the way of apolo-

The door swung open before he could react. A figure bumped into him, stumbling back and holding his head with a frown.

It was (Y/n). Oh god, it was so nice to see him up close. Even his frown looked angelic, and his hands looked so soft. The one thing that irked Shinsou though, was that the bento he was clutching was wrapped in a white cloth, instead of his usual, purple one. It was like him telling him that he didn’t need him anymore. It hurt way more that it should’ve.

(Y/n) broke into a cold sweat, and waved awkwardly. “I-hey...Shinsou...”

His voice dripped with honey. Without thinking, Shinsou grabbed onto (Y/n’s) arm and yanked him into the rooftop. All sense of rationality flew out the window.

‘People and their stupid emotions is what makes them idiots.’

Shouts of protest emitted from the (H/c) haired male, but Shinsou kept dragging him. Hell, even him shouting at him sounded heavenly.

‘They think with their feet instead of their head.’

“Shinsou-stop!” Shinsou ignored him, and cornered him onto a wall. He pressed his hand onto the smooth surface, using his other hand to hold one of (Y/n’s) wrists. His skin was so warm.

‘Sure I appreciate people who think I’m attractive. If it feels good, that’s ok. That’s all.’

(Y/n) squirmed and wriggled under Shinsous grasp, yelling at him to stop and using his white-cloth bento box to try and push him away.

‘Instead they cry and cling onto me, it’s seriously annoying.’

Shinsou scowled and ripped the lunchbox away from (y/n’s) free hand. He unwrapped the ugly white cloth, and ripped it to shreds, tossing aside the bare lunch box.

“Hey! Why’d you do that! S-stop it!” (Y/n) pushed at Shinsous chest, grasping at his tie.

‘I can’t understand that sensibility.’

“...why are you stopping me?”

Both his and (y/n’s) movements stopped. It was like pressing pause on a YouTube video. Shinsou had a look of desperation, one that made even (Y/n) feel bad.

Shinsous eyes watered involuntarily. “You..you would always complain when I wasn’t with you, so why is it any different now?!”

(Y/n’s) eyes softened. Shinsou was quiet for a moment, (y/n’s) pitiful gaze suddenly becoming too much to bear. He grasped the fabric of his grey blazer and pushed him up against the wall.

“Stop looking at me like that! S-say something! What do you want me to do? Aren’t we friends?!”

The purple haired boys voice cracked with every other word, tears falling freely down his hot cheeks. (Y/n’s) eyes widened, but he continued to stay silent.

“...I’m not leaving.” Shinsous voice was barely above a whisper, as if any louder he’d break down crying. “Y-You’re the one who can’t befriend people correctly.”

Shinsou cast his head down, tears flinging and cascading in the air. He gripped (y/n’s) blazer tighter. “Y-you’re...you’re the one who clings to me and sticks to me like glue...”

Shinsou brought his head up, suddenly pulling (y/n’s) blazer towards him in the process.

“SO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!”

Shinsou brought the boy into a hug, clutching onto (y/n) like a lifeline. (Y/n) placed a hand on Shinsous shoulder. “Shinsou...”

“I’m not leaving.” Shinsou squeezed him tighter, furrowing his brows together. “I’m never gonna. Even if you grow uninterested in me, ev-even if you hate me, I’m not leaving!”

Shinsous voice was raspy with tears. “So don’t hate me...please I-I can’t...”

A hand placed itself on the crying boys waist, followed by two arms wrapping themselves snug against his waist.

“...why do you say ‘hate?’, Hitoshi-kun?”

Shinsou looked up. He called him by his first name for the first time in a while. He broke the hug, choosing instead to rest his hands on (y/n’s) shoulders. He tentatively wiped his face with his sleeve. ”You...you started ignoring me and avoiding m-“

“That’s not it!” (Y/n) looked worried, grasping Shinsous hands and squeezing them tightly. “At first, i was going to give you a day before I’d ‘bother’ you again so you wouldn’t hate me, but then I caught a really bad cold!” Shinsous eyebrows unfurled, his expression changing from despair to realization.

“Hitoshi-kun is...very precious to me a-and I didn’t want you to get sick! I’m sorry for avoiding you...please don’t cry...”

“...god, if you were sick you should stayed home...idiot...” (Y/n) brought a hand to his cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had freshly rolled down the males face. Shinsou cupped his hand, nuzzling into the warmth with his face. “I’m sorry, Hitoshi-kun.”

“Don’t apologize, please it’s-it’s my fault...I’m sorry, I won’t say stupid stuff like that again...”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, when Shinsous eyes blared pink once more. However, this time, his eyes didn’t conjure up a fuzzy illusion of (y/n).

Instead, his mouth began to move on its own.

“I love you.”

The pink faded back into its normal purple color, as the two boy stood there in silence. Shinsou slapped a hand over his mouth, all the color draining from his face. If this was what ruined their friendship after he just got it back...

“I...”

“You don’t need to say anything, I said it on accident I’m so-“

(Y/n) buried himself into Shinsous shoulder. He brought his head up to Shinsous ear, and whispered with a smile,

“I love you too.”

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The lunch bell rang, cutting off the teacher and sending a chill down Shinsous spine.

He was in the middle of packing up when his friend stopped by his desk. “Ne, ne, you seem happy today.”

Truth be told, Shinsou was. But his face was harboring it’s neutral frown, so he was honestly confused as to how he could tell. Nonetheless, he sheepishly scratched at the back of his head.

“Well, I have a date today. I’m kinda excited,”

“Hold on a second!” His friend stared animatedly at the boy. “You? Person who rejected about 100 confessions, has a date?”

“Yea. What about it?” He walked up to the trash can and dropped a broken pencil inside, his friend flocking to him.

“Nothing nothing, who is it?!”

“Uh-I’m meeting up with them for lunch, so you can come see if you’d like.”

“Awesome!” They stepped out the door, immediately being swarmed by a boy with messy, (h/c) hair.

“Good afternoon, Hitoshi-kun!” (Y/n) wrapped his arms around Shinsou neck, burrowing his head into the crook of his shoulder. Shinsous friend was about to say something, when a Shinsou dipped down and kissed (y/n) on the forehead.

His friends jaw dropped to the floor. “I-Huh?! WAIT! WAIT! SHINSOU, I DIDN’T KNOW YOUR TASTES RAN IN THAT DIRECTION?!”

“To be honest I didn’t either,” Shinsou lazily wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist, resting his cheek on (y/n’s) head and facing his friend. “Well, see you.”

The two walked away from Shinsous friend, hand in hand. (Y/n’s) face lit up, suddenly turning to Shinsou.

“Oh! By the way,” he reached into his blazer, pulling out a bento box with purple cloth and blue kitty cats. “Do you like it? It’s cute, right?Cute like my super hot handsome boyfriend~”

Shinsou blushed. “Shut up...oh, by the way, why did you have a white cloth on your bento that one time?”

“Ah. My mom said I used this one too much, and she made me wash it and stuff. It was wet before I went to school so I had to use the white one. Which you ripped by the way.”

Sweat formed on the purple haired males brow. “W-wait, so you didn’t like, throw it away because you hated me or something?”

(Y/n) tilted his head to the side. “Why would I hate you? And throw away a perfectly good wrap? It’s just a piece of cloth.”

Shinsou flushed red with embarrassment. He pinched his laughing boyfriends cheeks, mumbling something inaudible. He really overthought it.

But then again, he overthought a lot of things.

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reylofanfictionanthology · 4 years ago

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TO FIND YOUR KISS IS NOW LIVE!

Authors will be revealed next week! For now all fics are anonymous. Treats can be posted through author reveals on 2/21. We will post an updated masterpost at that time.

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- Reap the Stars for abbytheatre08

The prompt: After Ben's death, Rey goes mad and turns to the dark side. Only Ben's not dead anymore. ----------------------- She is consuming fire, magnificent in her rage. She will burn the galaxy to its foundations, until the ashes rain down and pile high as mountains. She will gather them into bouquets and scatter them like petals upon his grave.

He will be remembered, and they will not.

Call him The Light Bearer and Joy Giver. Call him He Who Loved and Laid Down His Life. Call him Ben.

- we are question marks that hang above the endless unexplained for AlwaysEverlark

The first time she walked into his club, she was looking for a job. Kylo took one look at her—the stubborn pout of her lip, the determined glint in her eyes, the ruddy glow of her face where the sun had kissed it—and swallowed a lump in his throat that was shaped like the words you’re too good for this place.

They needed a singer. Kira Johnson could hold a tune, knew the old standards, and had a knockout pair of tits to boot. A few slinky ballgowns and a touch of lipstick, and she’d more than do the trick of distracting suckers long enough to part them from their money.

The club solely needed to break even; anything they made on top of the Syndicate’s cut was gravy, and Kylo Ren had been lining his pockets with his own take for long enough that he could see Kira for the lump of clay that she was: rough-hewn, misshapen, but soft and supple and sure to curve under his touch.

- Eighty Bucks Says Sweetheart for Amoreusou

Ben likes puzzles. Rey needs help with a bunch of them. Good thing it's a slow day at the office.

- Seldom Visions for Andrina_Nightshade

After visiting an old Sith temple, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren has fallen into a deep sleep when he pricks his finger on the point of a red crystal. Rey become is the first to find him, but his rescuer isn't just any general or pilot, it's the woman he shares a soul with, who haunts his waking hours, who still sees him even in his sleep.

- The Dyad for aneighthdomain

Based of the Prompt: Groundhog Day scenario. Ben and Rey keep getting sent back to the first time they met and no matter what they do, Ben always dies so they stop trying to change events and just live a life time in the year between and couple of weeks and run away together.

- Saudade: The Love That Remains for AnneAnna

- The Delegation for aNerdObsessed

A humanitarian delegation from Naboo arrives at Niima Outpost. Rey is skeptical, to say the least.

- i don't want you like a best friend for anopendoor

It’s not like she hadn’t seen this coming—Rose told her weeks ago that he was invited. It was an inevitability Rey was always going to have to face, she just didn’t think that Rose would be so merciful as to also give every guest a plus one.

But Rey can’t really be upset—and she is totally, unequivocally not upset—that Ben's bringing someone because, well.

She is, too.

- Love is Weakness for bittersnake

“He’s someone I found on my recent trip to Corellia,” Rey replies placidly, her face practiced in its boredom. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Love is weakness,” her grandfather reminds her, the way he has for years. It’s why he doesn’t love her. He will not be weak. It’s why she doesn’t love him, either.

- in sickness and in health (with health being less likely) for BlueButterflyKisses

Deciding to spend the rest of their lives together is the easy part for both Rey and Ben; the trouble is in how to propose.

- Snowed In for Blueyedgurl

Never in her wildest dreams did Rey Johnson think she would ever get to meet her favorite other Kylo Ren. She also would have never entertained the idea of the scenario she found herself in. How did a hike in the woods lead to a snowstorm and taking shelter in a remote cabin in the woods? The idea was so ridiculous but had become reality. Stuck inside with a handsome stranger surrounded by a winter storm, Rey wonders what will happen with no power and only one bed. Will they be polite co-habitants stuck in a strange set of circumstances or is there room for something more?

- Curses, Comforts and Capybaras for Bombastique

Arrogant CEO bites off more than he can chew when he angers a witch... And suddenly finds himself transformed into a capybara. Can kindhearted wildlife rehabber Rey Niima help him break the curse?

- To Heal a Broken Soul for Cat2000

Ben survives the fallout of Exegol, but his connection to the physical world is in danger. Rey tends to him as she searched for a way to heal him.

- holding me like water in your hands for Ceallaigh

After Hux finds out Ben killed Snoke, Hux encases Ben in Carbonite. Rey refuses to let Ben stay frozen forever so she mounts a rescue.

- Like a Thief in the Night for chagrins

Their bond won't let them be alone. At least this time it's the middle of the night and they can't get into a shouting match.

- The Chance for Crysania

When Rey and Ben, long time co-workers who have never been able to admit their feelings to each other, go on a weekend retreat to work on a movie adaptation script together, a Nor’easter leaves them snowed in. On Valentine’s Day.

- Awake for cuddlesome

Something inside him is awake, and something inside her is about to wake up.

An alternate interrogation scene.

- darkness rises, and light to meet it for czechia

After the throne room, Jedi Ben Solo and Kira Ren meet again a year later.

- Not Quite a Fairytale for DarkMage13

Rey lets a stranger use the phone of the café she works at late one night. It changes the whole course of her life.

- You Won't Escape Me ('Cause I Set You Free) for DoorKeeper9

- The Canvas of Your Skin for darlingreadsalot

She was incapable of touching him without drawing blood, it seemed. Lines like vermillion paint streaked where her fingers sketched down the contours of his face, his back, and now his chest.

In which a Force bond is splintered, a resurrection goes wrong, a kiss is forgotten, and two almost-lovers avoid speaking for the better half of a year.

- Fleeing the Storm for driverfever

As the granddaughter of an merciless aristocrat, Rey’s life hangs on a thread at the hands of the French Revolutionaries. When her childhood friend, Ben, offers to platonically marry her in order to take her to his home in England to safety, she has no choice but to accept.

But her suitor and revolutionary Hux won’t give her up so easily. Hounded by revolutionaries and falling in love, Rey and Ben must use all their wits to flee Paris and make it to England.

- Equal Measure for dustoftheancients

When Princess Rey of Coruscant calls upon the cursed Sir Kylo Ren to help her escape her grandfather the emperor’s political machinations, she discovers freedom in the ancient familial magic that binds them together.

- Benimina Solo's Late On-Set Force Ability for Evangel10n

Benimina Solo has never, not even once, had an ounce of Force Sensitivity. She's done a great deal to move on with her life after failing out of her uncle's Jedi training school. So when Rey Palpatine comes into her life and suddenly everything changes, she's not a happy camper.

- Splatter for expendable

“You’re Palpatine’s girl,” he says coldly.

“His chief of staff, yes.” Rey’s eyes narrow. “And you have your hand on my ass, Kylo. Kindly take it off.”

“Or what?”

AKA powerful corporate rivals Kylo and Rey put the hate in love/hate.

- The Haunted Mirror for FangirlintheForest

When Rey travels to UK to attend the reading of his grandfather will, a grandfather she didn't know existed until that very moment, she finds a house, and a old story that will haunt her...

- i'm your secretary for firelord65

Kaydel pressed her lips together in a thin line, passing a pile of datapads over the desk. “I don’t know what that pretentious nerf herder has put into your brain, but these are tales of the key roles women have played in past rebellions.” She stood, tapping the pile. “They’re great reads,” she added, with a pointed raise of her eyebrow.

- and they danced across the sky for flipflop_diva

When he was still a child, he constantly watched the blue butterflies as they danced in the sky.

They seemed to be calling him, aiding him each instance that icy-cold darkness flowed through his very veins. The magnificent creatures saved him from the voices. They drowned out the incessant chatter in his head. Temporarily cleared away all the anger. During those brief respites, watching those blue wings flutter in the sky, Ben felt free.

But that’s another life. Another world. Another time. Another, another, another.

And Kylo's no longer a child.

No. He welcomes the darkness now. Embraces it.

- Finding The Answer for FrenchMartiniPlease

Rey pines for Ben Solo…so why does her soulmate mark always drain of colour whenever she gets close to him?

- Almost Unforgettable for HopeRebel

The woman in the mirror has blood on her clothes, cash in her bag, and a letter from her husband telling her it's better to forget. Well, he got his wish. She forgot everything-- including her name. And she wasn't the only one afflicted.

It'll take the combined efforts of gumshoes, a flatfoot, a washed-up Hollywood starlet, and more to get to the bottom of this bad business. In the end, these things always come back to the beginning.

- The Curl of a Sigh for irridesca

During the last song in Maxine’s set, a song she announces is called “Soul Companion,” Ben heads back out to the lobby to look for Rey. He finds her not with his eyes but with one broad shoulder, when he bumps into her and knocks her gig bag out of her hands and onto the plush carpet.

- and they were roommates for Lady_of_Haven

When Ben loses a bet to his roommate, Rey, he has to eat her out for 30 days.

- torn away from you (my heart is broken) for lakerose

The Force binds more than minds.

- If You Take Me for literallynoonecares

She sighed wistfully as she watched her two friends lean in toward each other as they danced, their lips meeting and melding together as they seemed to become one person instead of two separate beings. She had seen them kiss so many times, but this kiss … it was special.“I just want someone to kiss me like that,” she mused softly to herself, her eyes not leaving her friends.“I could make that happen if you wanted.”

- 3 Days in Vienna for Like_A_Dove

Kylo Ren, trained mercenary Alpha assassin, is on a mission—assassinate Chancellor Palpatine and bring his underground authoritarian regime to an end. It’s what the First Order demands, for the better of society.

It should be an easy task. He’s been getting close to the Chancellor and his cronies for years. So how is it that the unexpected appearance of an Omega, with a seemingly similar mission—and a wholly inconveniencing scent—become a distraction he hadn’t accounted for?

- Confidence and Desire for LittleLostStar

“Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually, the confidence will follow.” - Carrie Fisher

- Love brightens even the most monstrous parts of ourselves for LRRH17

No one knows since when the giant, black bear has lived in the forest near Theed. Many stories about the origin of Kylo Ren circulate in the small village. After Rey has run away from Jakku, and arrived in Theed she has heard them all of, but has never actually meet the creature. This changes when her and her friends get attacked by bandits on their way back from Otoh Gunga.

- Your Sweetness Comes With Sugar on the Side for Lutrosis

Rey's daughter loses her mother as she wanders around the Supermarket. Ben finds her and the two connect over both being Type 1 diabetics. They find Rey, and Ben and Rey are instantly smitten. As they date and fall in love they discover that Jade and Ben are connected more than they thought and healing is brought to the Solo/Skywalker clan.

- Allegories, or Allusions to Real Life for maq_moon

“Boys, please stop arguing.” Rose rubbed her temples. “Poe, we get it, you’re childhood best buddies, you’ve got a better grasp on his character than some rando of a rando you met at a party. Finn, for fuck’s sake, we’ve been working with Ben for months. I’m pretty sure if he’s a serial killer or whatever, it would have come out by now.” Finn sat back in his seat, grumbling. “Not how serial killers work.” Rey was going to have a headache if this continued any longer, so she lied through her teeth at the reality of a new player joining their D&D party. "He seems nice." She didn’t trust a single inch of skin on that man. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

- A Mad Man, with a Box for MBlair

Rey and Ben meet, move in together, get engaged, and marry.

- Invite the Wild In for midwinterspring

Kylo Ren, the mysterious senator who appeared from out of the deserts of Jakku and somehow brought them back to life, has spent a long and unproductive session on Hosnian Prime. Now, it's time to go home. After all, there's someone waiting for him and so much for them to do together.

(The ancient Sith had some interesting rituals.)

- Purim Party for MissCoppelia

Rey goes back to visit her foster mother for a Purim celebration. She meets Ben Solo who's visiting his parents, who are friends with her foster mother. They have an attraction to each other right away, but try to play it cool.

- The Banished Heart for misszeldasayre

On Rey of Niima’s nineteenth name day, Jakku gains a new wizard.

Jakku is a withering outpost of the kingdom, and its people hope the new wizard - the mysterious Kylo Ren - will bring them the rains the land needs to heal. Rey is a lonely, clanless girl living in Niima, and she has a secret. One she hopes the wizard will be able to help her with too.

- The Smuggler's Bride for MyJediLife

Miss Rey Nemo is the new mistress of Manor Takodana, left to her by the late Lord Skywalker. When a strange man named Kylo Ren appears on her doorstep, she decides to hire him as her new groundskeeper. As Rey faces sinister threats and secrets are revealed, Kylo Ren may be the only person who can save her.

- Annabel Lee for myownlittleinfinity

Rey keeps finding these ... notes in her locker. She doesn't quite get them. They seem like love notes, but she doesn't know who they could be from. Meanwhile she's paired up with Ben Solo (who hates her despite her gigantic crush on him) for this English assignment. Who knows how THIS will go.

- with my body i thee worship for niennathegrey

- the losing game for no_big_deal

Sith Princess Rey Palpatine is given a peculiar gift for her Life Day: a Jedi. Not only that, one who is boorish, spirited, and stubborn. But, he presents an opportunity: one that could liberate her from a life under the thumb of her grandfather. She has seven weeks to change his heart before all her freedom is taken from her - forever.

- standing right in front of you for notkellymarie

When Senator Solo's engagement is pushed forward, he and his Jedi bodyguard, Rey, travel to Naboo alone for the announcement ball. The pair despise each other, constantly bickering and disagreeing with each other, which makes spending extensive amounts of time alone together all that more difficult. Until of course, one of them breaks...

- the good, the bad, and the smuggling for OccasionallyCreative

Ben Solo is a seasoned smuggler. And he’s not bad at it, either. But when bounty hunter Rey offers him a temporary partnership he can’t refuse, Ben will find himself pushed to the limits of his skill, patience, and resourcefulness on a job that’s dangerous enough to be his last.

It’s like his dad used to say: bounty hunters are nothing but trouble, kid.

- Whatever our souls are made of...his and mine are the same for Padawan_Writer

Ben and Rey meet only after Kylo has defected from the First Order and returned to the Resistance and his mother. Will the dyad still find a way to be?

- They say that only the dead have seen the end of war for politicalpadmé

“He traded his life for mine,” Rey choked, stomping back and forth in front of him so fast he could barely keep track of her. “He died. He died so I didn’t have to—and it’s not—it’s—after everything he’s gone through—it’s not fair.” Tears were running down her cheeks now, and Poe wanted to do nothing more than hug her, but there was nothing he could say—nothing she would want to hear. Poe remembered all the people he’d lost, all the times he had raged and screamed and cried about the unfairness of it all. “Leia sacrificed herself to bring him back,” Rey declared suddenly, ceasing her constant pacing around the fire as she looked straight at him. “And he sacrificed himself for me—and now no one’s going to know. All he’ll be remembered as is Kylo Ren, but he was—he was so much more.” She exhaled with a shudder and whispered, “He was a part of me, and I—I don’t feel whole without him.” ~

A Force Ghost Ben/Rey love story, with a side of rebuilding the galaxy.

- Cicatrix for Priestly

Getting cut up by Rey on Starkiller awakens something in Kylo.

- I Will Always Be With You for Prix

But she wouldn’t be able to hide her pregnancy for much longer. She was starting to show, and her friends would start asking questions. She would have to give them answers, some of them would not understand, and none of them would accept.

She carried his child. The tiny spark of light woven with darkness, just like her. Just like his father.

—————

The world has gone dark More times than you Or your mother Or your grandmother Can remember. And every hurricane That was meant to be The end of it all Had instead ended In sunshine again.

So believe me When I say; You will survive this And the next one too.

World’s End—Nikita Gill

- all my daydreams are disasters for QueenOfCarrotFlowers

During her search for the infamous Luke Skywalker — the man who predicted a devastating earthquake in New Madrid, Missouri — Rey finds herself entangled in Luke’s family history and with his brooding nephew, Ben Solo.

- on what ground I was founded (when I first saw you) for redbelles

Kylo dreams of Rey after the Battle of Crait. And the yearning is mutual...

Some Force Bond dream smut inspired by "Shrike" and "NFWMB" by Hozier.

- Last Summer for Reykenobi68

Rey had started to get used to Ben not living next door anymore by the time the holidays came around. Then he's back for the holidays. Rey is really expecting things to go wrong after the way he left at the end of the summer. ut is it really going to be that bad.

- The Long Way Home for reylotrash711

In the aftermath of Exegol, Ben and Rey are divided by misunderstandings. It will take time and danger for them to work things out.

- Under the moonlight for shariling

I don't know why I followed you here. She wanted to reply. Maybe because you're so tall I couldn't help but notice you. Maybe it's because of your hair or the way you move, or maybe it's because of that kind of melancholic look in your eyes. There is something about you that I find terribly attractive and I don’t know what it is: maybe the moon or the alcohol or the wolf I have met before infected me with some strange parasite and now I am hopelessly attracted to dogs, I do not know. She could have said one of these things, any of them, instead she said: “I've never bitten anyone before, and I want you to be my first.”

- Fallen for shipperofdarkness

Prompt: Devil!Ben and Angel!Rey or Angel!Ben and Devil!Rey. How do these two on completely opposite sides fall in love and defy worlds to be together?

- come away with me for silentfleur

Rey owns a tinker shop, but her life changes when she meets Ben Solo and is cursed by a witch. Not necessarily in that order.

- A Picture of Me Without You for SpaceWaffleHouseTM

"I suppose I'd somehow struggle through / But I'd hate to picture myself without you."

It's impossible not to have a soulmark. It's not a big deal, not in the lax and gin-soaked speakeasies of 1920s Manhattan, but it's still a heavy weight to bear, as Ben Solo and Rey find out side by side.

- Lips Raw With Love for stellardarlings

Their kiss on Exegol wasn't their first kiss...

Nor would it be their last.

- Everyone Makes Divine Mistakes for Takekurabehime

Jedi Knight Ben Solo is sent to Naboo on an errand of mercy (and to visit his grandparents). He arrives in springtime; but will he be able to complete his mission without finding himself distracted and bewildered when love and intrigue waft through the fragrant air?

- Glitter & Gold for TearoomSaloon

Rey is lead singer in an up-and-coming glam metal band. They've finally got steady performances, but that means playing at the same club as the Knights of Ren, whose lead singer definitely isn't interested in any competition.

- To kiss like lovers do for the-reylo-void (Anysia)

Ben and Rey spend their formative years growing up together in Medieval Scotland and it looks like they will end up together. Circumstances intervene and Rey loses her chance to be with him. Devastated, she carries on until the day clan Ren attacks Castle Jakku lead by the notorious killer Kylo Ren.

- Snow Turns To Rain for thehobbem

For a moment, he wanted to ask what she meant, but if he was being completely honest, he already knew. He asked himself that same question over the years, and none more often than tonight, since seeing her again. Was leaving worth it? Was going their separate ways worth leaving each other?

“I’m not sure,” he said finally, shaking his head. “I’m happy...” he said, and she tensed a little, so he continued, “with my work. I’m glad I’m doing what I love, but....”

“But?”

“But it wasn’t the only thing I loved.”

- Change the Dance for theresonatinglight

- Meet Me in the Woods for thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily)

“What do you mean no one goes in there?” A chuckle. “It’s haunted. People see all sorts of weird things in there and some don’t ever come out. You’re better off living with your curiosity.” Rey wakes in a shadowy forest with no memory of where she came from, only her name. With the help of the resident guardian she takes a journey to figure out her past, and maybe even discover her future.

- permanent calligraphy (your name on me forever) for Thursdaygirl

As they continue to work together, two things become clear. One: Ben Solo is an enigma. He’s preppy yet humble, privileged yet introspective. He’s the opposite of lazy; she kicks herself every day for assuming otherwise. And two: Ben Solo will never love her.

- show me the stars. for tmwillson3

“I don’t hate Christmas, I just don’t love it the way you do.” Lifting his head, he pulls a face, loosening up a tangled ornament of a poodle with pink, curly fluff. Rey snatches it from him possessively, tossing it back to the cart. “No one loves it the way you do, to be fair.”

“Now that’s the truth,” says Poe, who Finn invited about half an hour ago to keep him company.

“People have bad taste, I don’t know what to say.” Huffing, Rey scrolls through her phone with more intent. “Neither of you are helping me, anyway.”

“What’s the problem?” says Poe.

“Rey thinks her hot neighbor hates her —”

“He does hate me.”

“ — When really he’s been flirting with her for the past, oh I don’t know, how long have you lived there?”

- I realized that I need you, I wondered if I could come home for VR_Trakowski

Rey is doing exploration work for the Resistance, searching for force sensitive planets so any force sensitives that they find have a place to train.

One day, midflight she finds a slip of paper with the elegant scrawling words of the ones that came before. The ones that she found when Ben still roamed the galaxy.

When she lands on a dark and barren planet she is forced to face the feelings she thought she buried.

- Shadows of the Moon for walkingsaladshooter

The hallways got darker, the corridors grew longer. Shadows stretched across the walls. The ghosts of Breha Manor grew each night.

Rey clutched her necklace. Ben met her gaze.

And every night, there was weeping.

- show the way (the world could be) for writergenie

In the aftermath of the Battle of Crait, Rey struggles to find her place among the Resistance. However, her lingering Force bond with Kylo— Ben— whatever name he calls himself— complicates things, blurring the line between friend and foe.

When the tension threatens to boil over and a desperate plan goes awry, Rey begins to wonder whether there really is a line between light and dark after all.

(Stars do burn brightest in the blackness of space.)

- why don't we go (somewhere only we know) for XarisEirene

The bond snaps back into place, even stronger than before. He is here. With Rey, yes, but with Luke - Luke, who is looking at them now with that same dangerous glint in his eye that haunts Ben’s dreams.

- renewed, transfigured, in another pattern for yodalorian

Rey mourns on Tatooine while Ben is stuck in the World Between Worlds. But neither of them are alone, and blue butterflies light a path back to each other.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction anthology #rffa writers #to find your kiss #master post #mod post #photo edit

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blush-and-books · 4 years ago

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i’m sorry, but i fell in love tonight

short fic based off of this gifset by @juliesmolinas and the song is there somewhere by halsey. in fact it is mandatory that you listen to the song/read the lyrics/both before/during reading this. yes i said mandatory.

angst with a sappy ending, julie goes through a lifetime of emotions in less than 3k, was originally gonna write when i was in a more emotionally raw state but writing this made me emotionally raw so... enjoy <3

warnings: swearing

Julie made the promise at some point -- she just doesn’t know exactly when.

It may have been when he appeared at her school, all shy smiles and soft glances, professing that she made him a better writer. Or, more definitively, it could have been when she forlornly pulled him into her arms a moment before she was positive that she was to lose him forever.

All that she knew was her time with Luke was fleeting. So she swore that her butterfly-wing crush was not allowed to fill her chest or dizzy her thoughts; that his lyrics would mean nothing more next to hers than words on a page and his touches would bring her little to no comfort.

Luke Patterson could not complete her.

The universe wouldn’t allow it -- and neither would Julie Molina.

But -- either Luke was blissfully unaware of their impending doom or he genuinely didn’t care -- he forced himself through every barrier she attempted to erect. And it was driving her nearly insane, because she made a promise to protect herself.

Maybe she wasn’t strong enough to do it. Or maybe the universe, despite refusing to give Julie Luke in his entirety, did not want her to be protected.

It was all in the little things-

When she stayed up with him in the garage, playing him all of the songs he’s missed in 25 years, and he danced around on the slippery floor in his socks and grinned at her with wide green eyes. The neon emerald in the dim light was reminiscent of driving on the highway and passing sign after sign leading to the exits she could have taken, but couldn’t bring herself to.

How New Years Eve arrived and the Molina family gathered in the driveway to light sparklers; Luke’s hand brushing hers as he passed off one of the two in his hands.

In his head lulling onto her shoulder while she was trying to finish some homework with his help on the torn couch and his lips moving against her bare skin as he mumbled that she needed to take a break before driving herself insane; followed by her braiding her hair to get it out of her face.

She already had driven herself insane -- but not over her homework.

(His mouth on her shoulder was the answer to a prayer she never dared to murmur aloud.)

Luke never failed to be present when he was needed. If she was sick or stressed or depressed, he knew when to fuse to her side and when to offer some space. Through careful observation rather than conversation, he knew which of her many sweatshirts were reserved for illness or emotional support.

In most of those situations, she needed him, too. Her fingernails would curl into his biceps through a cramp or wave of tears and he would wrap her in his embrace and swarm her with warm words that dried her eyes.

She hated it.

When they wrote music, it felt as though they were already reading each other's minds before either of them had spoken a word about their plans. Their journals contained inky black waterfalls spilled from an intimacy that Julie did not want to dissect.

Again, she hated it. She loved it more than anything and hated that she loved it all -- because it could never be real.

She would always play second fiddle to death.

Julie made the promise to herself to not let Luke complete her because, while she had him for now, the night of the Orpheum was a reminder that the universe would not hesitate to snap it’s fingers and eliminate him from existence.

The universe, being the confusing, stubborn bitch it is, just didn’t get the memo on that promise.

Because Luke filled every crack and restored every gap in her being, and he shouldn’t.

The hopeless, pining romantic in her that constantly argued with her realist side said they were meant to meet. Even if it was brief and heartbreaking and had the power to hurt her in a way she didn’t understand, it had to happen. If it wasn’t supposed to happen, then how and why did he cross space and time only to fall at her feet?

(Soulmates, a taunting voice whispered. Soulmates.)

((The voice was locked in a closet as punishment.))

She didn’t want to entertain the word. It had too much of a forlorn, wistfully romantic sound to it that Julie didn’t need to associate with Luke when she spent most moments with him at this point convincing herself that she wasn’t in love.

Until tonight.

It is past midnight, which is when anyone’s mental state starts to alter. Things that would be labelled as bad ideas in the daylight could very possibly become fair game when shrouded in a darkness that made everything private. The two of them, Luke and Julie, Julie and Luke, are nestled together on the piano bench as her fingers tiredly press each cut of ivory in a working melody.

“I have an idea,” Luke says, gently shifting his left hand to cover hers on the keys. “Why don’t we press pause on this song for a minute?”

Then, she finally looks up at him. Her eyes probably have crescents like the dark side of the moon crossing her skin, and her hair is all over the place, but he’s staring at her in one of the rare ways that she hates.

She hates it because the look convinces her that she completes him.

This time, however, there’s a hope. A hope, and a hesitance, and she’s simultaneously extremely nervous and beyond curious as to what his plans are.

“Did- Didn’t you want to finish this tonight?”

Regret strikes across his face, but he recovers. The softness is back. “Yeah, I just think we need a change of pace.” Right hand on the back of his neck: A telltale sign of a confession of some kind. She’s seen it more times than is healthy. “There was another song I wanted to show you, actually.”

“Oh.” She blinks, he waits. “Yeah, uh, I mean, yeah. Show me. What do you have so far?” He clears his throat as he thrums through the pages to find his target. “The whole thing.”

Julie doesn’t have time to react -- although she’s already in a panic -- before the leather-bound book is being awkwardly shoved into her hands, and the first thing she sees at the top is Luke’s nearly illegible scribble of Dark Room (song for Julie).

“Luke-”

“Just read it.” His voice is significantly raspier than it was a minute ago. “Please.”

She can’t. If he feels the same way and the confession is undeniably in front of her, then what is she supposed to do? Would she rather break Luke’s heart now to save them both down the line, or delay the misery a little longer?

It’s not that she doesn’t want it -- she does. But she doesn’t know if she’s emotionally equipped for any of the options that are offered to her. The destination of any path she chooses leads to a world of heartache.

So, she does the only thing she can think in the moment: She reads the song.

Instantly, the lyrics are blurred from the tears in her eyes because she sees the words “love” and “together” and her greatest fears and grandest wishes are coming true. The sonnet proclaims that she’s his light that illuminated his once-dark forever, and that he was hers when they didn’t even know each other, and that he will be hers wherever he ends up next.

He just wanted her to know that he would have waited another lifetime in the blank, limitless limbo he was in for 25 years if he knew she would be there when he was set free.

And, in the moment, Julie allows herself to acknowledge that her promise is broken.

She’s fallen in love.

And, apparently, he has too.

(Maybe they can claim just one night. The universe owes them that much, doesn’t it?)

“Julie?” God, he sounds so worried. A shaking finger trails up her jaw to catch falling tears, and his contact makes her gasp. He pulls away and shoves his hands together to fidget in his lap. “Julie, are you- Fuck, I’m sorry, I just fucked this up, didn’t I? I fucked it all up. Fuck, I-”

When she chances a look up at him for the first time in the couple of minutes that she’s been staring, hopelessly, at the song in her lap -- he’s got his face covered by his hands pressing roughly into his eyes, and he’s turned to face the piano instead of her.

He takes a deep breath, and it sounds…

Stuffy.

Three more tears leak from Julie’s eyes. More build up every minute as her right hand runs along his shoulder, “Luke…”

“No, Julie, please just drop it.”

“Luke.”

“I clearly misread a lot of stuff, and I’m tired, so maybe you can just go to bed and forget-”

Her hand wraps tightly around his upper arm like it’s done so many times when she has been in distress. “Luke.”

There’s a crack in her voice from sheer desperation. She needs him to look at her, so that she can wipe his tears and smile through the sobs and tell him he didn’t misread a single thing. She would wait a lifetime for him to come out of the dark room, she loves him too, and she’s going to forget all about it.

And ask him to do the same.

At least the scratch of his name catches his attention long enough, because he angles back towards her, and swallows thickly before meeting her eyes. Salty teardrops linger against his eyelids and eyelashes; the red rimming illuminating the oceanic green to look like a gemstone. Her grip relaxes.

“Yeah, Julie?”

She attempts a smile. “The song is beautiful, Luke. I love it.”

I love you.

“That’s it? It’s beautiful, and you love it, but you don’t… I’m not in your dreambox, huh?”

He clearly hasn’t dug through it in awhile. He’s everywhere. Discarded guitar picks and notes he’s left in her school journals and plenty, plenty of songs.

It’s funny, because she told him her dreambox was for things that didn’t make her sad. Luke was a double-edged sword -- making her happy every day in a new way, and making her cry into her pillow at night.

How does she explain this? There’s a whirlwind of responses running through her brain and she can barely coherently comprehend any of them.

“No,” she finds herself sighing as she raises her hand to his cheek, followed by her other hand so that he can’t try and turn away. “No, Luke, no… You’re wrong.”

“What do you mean ‘I’m wrong?’”

Her bottom lip starts to shake. “You think I don’t love you back.” Both of them feel their breath catch at her use of the word out loud. It feels like a secret that shouldn’t be repeated. “And you’re wrong.”

“... I’m wrong.”

“Of course you’re wrong! You really think I don’t love you back?”

“Why are you crying if you love me?”

“Because we can’t do this!”

He scoffs, and Julie’s heart is racing in her chest as he pushes himself off of the piano bench and her hands fall from his face. What has she done?

“That’s bull, Julie.” His fingertips tug at his hair. “You don’t need to make a big dramatic show to convince me it’s wrong just to let me down easy. You aren’t going to talk me out of this.” Dead-on, he stops pacing back and forth, and looks her in the eye. “I love you.”

Listening to him say it, the way his mouth moves and his voice ticks with conviction at each syllable, is what makes her break.

“And I love you too.”

He reels back. He probably wasn’t expecting her voice to raise from their odd, in-between whisper and normal volume.

“But don’t you get it? Luke, we aren't in some magical place where we can meet each other in the middle. A place like that doesn’t exist. You’re dead, and I’m alive, and any future here ends with both of us losing each other.”

“Julie-”

“You said you would wait another lifetime, right?” Using his own lyrics against him. She watches his hands twitch before nodding; the movements of his head barely visible. “Then wait. Another lifetime, another two -- the fucking universe clearly didn’t want us to have this one, so we’re stuck waiting for the next one.”

Even through his clear and fighting need to argue, to talk with her about this, he stiffly nods his head. It’s obvious that she has thought way too much about this from the way she’s barely choking out each word before crumbling into tears before his eyes -- but then again, he’s thought about it too.

Callused hands are running along her neck to tilt her face up out of the blue. She was too busy crying to notice that he had crossed the distance between them to stand right in front of her and assure that she was meeting his eyes.

“Luke-”

“No, Julie, it’s my turn. Please.”

She won’t argue with him. So, with a tender swipe of his thumbs under her eyes, he proceeds.

“Look, I get it. You think I don’t get it? I fucking hate being dead, for so many reasons, Julie. But if I never died, I never would have met you.” Her lips part, and maybe he thinks she’s going to protest because he smoothly lifts a finger in front of her lips that barely makes contact.

(Julie almost presses her lips into it.)

“And you’re right. I wish there was somewhere that we could meet in the middle, but we don’t have that. I wish so many things, Julie. But none of them involve a life where I don’t have you.”

She whimpers, because listening to the man that normally chains his emotions in a cage bare his soul to her at nearly one in the morning is a seriously more out-of-body experience than she expected. She knew, deep down, that she loved him. But she never allowed herself to feel the all-encompassing warmth that she feels now.

“But hey, Julie, look at me,” he coaxes her with a tone that drips with affection. The pads of his fingers are nearly kneading into the back of her neck. “Like you said: The universe didn’t want to give us this lifetime. They couldn’t let us have all the fun, right?” Both of them let out a watery chuckle. “But they still brought me to you, didn’t they? They let me know you in this lifetime, even if we couldn’t have forever. I said I would be yours wherever I am. So even if this,” he gestures to his ghostly form, “isn’t forever, even if we don’t have this lifetime… You know I’ll love you forever, right?”

It was a monologue straight from one of her dreams that left her waking up with a manic smile and tears running down her face.

Unable to form any other response besides an unaware nod, Julie waits for him to continue.

“And maybe, the universe will give us the next lifetime, or a whole new universe, or… Just somewhere where we can get forever.”

Abruptly, his hands slide from her neck and grasp her hands like he needs to hold on firmly enough to believe that she’s still real in front of him. Julie is still speechless and teary, and in the most sentimental gesture, Luke kisses the back of both of her hands.

“We’ll get forever, Julie.” His warm breath puffs against her skin. “I promise you.”

And, well, if he promises forever in the next life -- then why can’t she take what she can get in this one?

tags: @bluefirewrites @willexx @unsaid-emily @lydias--stiles @moreflowersthanweeds @pink-flame

#this will also be posted on ao3 lmao #jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #jukebox #palina #juke fanfic #jatp fanfic

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fishmongeringstudies · 4 years ago

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five: the ballad of the goose-girl

once upon a time there was a goose who wanted to become a man. or there was a man who wanted to become a goose. or there were both, or there were none, or there were many of the same spell. once upon a time there were ten thousand geese and they wanted to go south. why? because it was too cold up here, they said. too far from the equator. too lonely.

one of the geese was called jorge. jorge had been assigned the role of miserable family caretaker with an inferiority complex from birth but a brief spell of rebellion in their teenage years led to their official disengagement from the role and subsequently, the adopting of a new one. jorge was a philosopher. their favorite philosopher was kant. they had never read any kant because geese can't read.

dimitri could read. dimitri was a goose but there was, how do you put it, something a little off about her. sometimes dimitri woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, her blankets kicked to the other end of the room, babbling about microeconomics and the supply-demand curve for cross-continental flying gear. dimitri was in a mad, one-sided love that consumed her body and soul, but this wasn't that bad in the broader scheme of things because this gave jorge, who couldn't read, something to do.

sometimes dimitri would read jorge poetry. dimitri had memorized every book of poetry in the main branch of the national library when she made a stopover there in her youth and could now be called upon to recite almost any poem from memory, as long as she didn't hate the poet. for example, dimitri hated sylvia plath. no matter how much jorge begged and pleaded with her as they flew over the skyscrapers of new york, the masses of writhing trees and open fields dotted with cows and sheep and death, she would not change her mind. 'please,' jorge would say while they stopped to rest on the fender of some college student's beat-up honda civic. 'read me a poem. any poem.' 'you mean,' dimitri would say, taking a drag from her cigarette. 'read me a plath poem.' 'that's not what i said,' jorge would respond defensively, because jorge was the kind of goose that assumes the world is out to get them no matter what and sticks their head in the gift-horse's mouth and then screams down its gullet for five minutes. finally, dimitri would laugh. 'that's what you mean.' then the conversation would end.

one day dimitri and jorge got separated from the flock. this was not unprecedented, as dimitri had been lagging behind for a few days now and jorge, being her designated attendant, had stayed with her. but it was just as frightening for jorge as it had been the first time, fifteen years ago when dimitri had pitched out of the sky halfway across philadelphia like an anvil and jorge had found her sprawled on the fender of some sad person's fucked-up lamborghini, looking like an angel in a bad insurance advertisement. it was always the fenders. dimitri had a thing for fenders.

dimitri also had a thing for letting her long, healthy history of communication problems fuck up her relationships with other geese, a habit she had picked up in her youth alongside smoking, lying, and reciting poetry. she was doing all three of the latter as they circled around the deserted shopping complex a fifth time, the sun a blurry white spot a few feet beneath their heads. 'did you know,' said dimitri, a cigarette clamped in her beak.

'no, i don't know,' said jorge.

'asshole. i haven't started speaking yet.'

jorge observed the setting sun with a detached kind of panic. 'yes you have.' they brushed something out of their eye with their wing. the smoke from dimitri's cigarette kept getting into their eyes. it was making it hard to concentrate on not being sad. 'you said 'did you know.''

'that's not the important part.'

'then what is the important part?'

'the important part is-'

south meant many things to many creatures. depending on who you asked and what time of the day it was when you did, you might get anything ranging from 'the southern tip of malaysia' to 'nineteen-seventy-five'. right now, in this particular snapshot of time, south meant the following things. for jorge, it meant freedom. for dimitri, it meant-

'-is that every shopping mall is a little haunted.'

jorge was unimpressed. most things were haunted to some degree or another. it was a very old world and the people that lived in it were all very broken, but that didn't stop the broken things from wanting to hang around, even after their ribs had cracked open and their lungs were smeared with soot. they told dimitri as much.

dimitri cleared her throat, which was hard to do while lying and smoking and flying in a circle around a deserted haunted shopping complex but otherwise feasible for a geese as competent as her. she turned to look at jorge, the trickle of her gaze sliding over their white, wind-tossed body like a cool hand over a flame.

'what i'm saying is let's spend the night there.'

;

once upon a time there was a goose named dimitri who was in a mad, requited love that consumed her body and soul. her partner was a poet, of course, because all geese want to fall in love with a poet, but here's the catch. jie ting never told dimitri which poems were about her. dimitri spent years trying to coax the confessions out of her, making her breakfasts in bed, bringing home cute little mice with their tails tied up in butterfly knots, kissing the spot where her wing met the curve of her body with the kind of reverence worshipers reserve for the day they meet their creator, but jie ting was stubborn and beautiful and kind and dimitri could never bring herself to do the truly horrible thing, to walk into her study and crack open the journals she kept those intimacies in. in spite of this, well, this thing between them, they were happy. they puttered around making cups and plates out of wet clay. they told stories about their cousins who had gotten lost in rain forests in the amazon and streets in taipei. every year they made the long journey down south, and then flew back up in the spring. and then jie ting died, and then there was no one left to coax anything out of.

the doctors said there was nothing dimitri could have done for her. for every million perfectly preventable deaths there are two to three freak accidents, faultless failures, broken vessels. and for every broken body on the pavement, trampled by cars bigger than the both of them combined, there was a broken heart.

dimitri closed up their old haunt in the woods. she broke all the mugs and gave all the bones back to their grieving micey relatives, who were horrified, and then angry, and then sad. then she flew all the way down to singapore and learned every poem in every poetry book they had in the national library, a looming glass building in the heart of the business district, and dragged her battered body all the way back up north, through miles and miles of snow-kissed nothing, and then jorge returned home in the spring with the rest of the good ones, the ones who weren't fucked in the head, who still had hope to speak of.

she can teach me poetry, thought jorge.

they definitely went to a liberal arts college, thought dimitri.

neither of these things are true. but neither are the stories that led them to each other. a lie canceled out a lie and after the dust had settled and dimitri had recovered from the ghost of death on her shoulder, they found each other standing right where they had started out, on opposite ends of the same crooked street.

;

the perfume store smelled like sixteen layers of hell distilled into a single bottle of wine that had been left to ferment for a few millennia and then smashed in a pool of vomit but it was the only place that wasn't so overgrown with vines that jorge could clear out a place for dimitri to lie down. they did so with an efficiency that startled even themselves, brushing dust and old receipts aside with one wing and spritzing the whole place clean with the other. dimitri was then coerced into the little sacred spot, though she was deeply reluctant and jorge was deeply embarrassed about the whole thing. desperate times call for desperate measures. when there are two geese and one perfume store and nineteen shades of bergamot and lavender, one learns to quieten their demons.

the funny thing about geese is that they are about sixty-percent neck and forty-percent everything else and yet a goose lying sideways occupies two hundred percent of the previous amount because geese are conceited like that. dimitri took up more than enough space on the shelf in the perfume store from hell, but with a little maneuvering she was able to make enough space to pull jorge down beside her. the funny thing about geese is they have very big egos, and very small dreams.

'imagine i am your mother,' said dimitri, waving one wing idly in the dark. 'singing you a lullaby as you drift off, packing your lunchbox for school, turning out the light in your bedroom.'

jorge's eye twitched. 'huh? i will not,' they said. 'that's disgusting.'

'oh. you think i'm disgusting?'

'no, that's not what i mean-'

'-but that's what you said.'

'-i said the idea of you as my mother is disgusting.' jorge hid their face in their feathers but their beak was too long and stuck out in a highly noticeable manner, therefore ruining the effect altogether. they grumbled to themselves, then spent a few minutes contemplating the fifteen feet of nothing that lay before them. a field of snow, ash, or flowers. darkness could be whatever you wanted it to be. that was part of the appeal of closing your eyes.

'hey,' they said.

'mm?'

'why won't you recite a plath poem?'

the sound of something soft against the wall. dimitri was brushing the flat of her wing along the wall behind her, over the faded labels and the peeling tiffany blue paint. 'because i can't.'

'but you know them, don't you,' jorge pressed.

'i do.'

'then?'

'how old are you this year, jorge?'

'old enough to read depressing poetry.'

'but not old enough to have fallen in love.' she withdrew her wing from the wall. it came away caked in dust and old memories. rich, gold-kissed families with kids in little bow-ties, babies forgotten in well-lit dressing rooms, the occasional stabbing. 'am i wrong?'

jorge bristled behind her. 'what does love have to do with this?'

'because,' dimitri mused, and jorge felt every sound that she made in their chest, where the heart was working furiously to keep blood circulating without end. 'all poems are love poems.'

'you know,' said jorge.

'i don't know.'

'good. you shouldn't.' jorge curled themselves tighter, so the two hundred percent became a hundred and ninety-five. 'i'm going to sleep. good night.'

;

once upon a time there was a goose who would do anything for her lover and then that lover died. once upon a time there was a goose who was really good at literary analysis, so good she could have taught at harvard if she hadn't wanted to be closer to her lover, who worked in non-profit and spent most of her time abroad, and then her lover died. once upon a time there was a goose. and she knew a lot of poetry. it was the last thing she did for jie ting, with the gray-dusted coat and the heather eyes. do geese have heather eyes? fuck it. this one did.

once upon a time there was a goose who really wanted to go to a liberal arts college, but their dad gambled all their savings away on a business venture which went bust moments before the big cash-out and so the college fund became a college black hole, a college financial aid form which procured miserably few sympathies from the financial aid office, a college nothing. this goose was really quite smart, though they couldn't prove it to save their life. but the other goose knew. the other goose wasn't as smart. she'd just had more money. and worse luck.

this isn't a love story. in this story there are no love stories because in some languages every story is a love story, and if everything is something then there is really nothing, no takeaway at the end of the parable, no shard of glass in the sand. imagine you're walking along the coastline in a white dress made from diamonds and you step on that shard of glass. there goes your foot. what will you do? the world is ending.

in the morning dimitri wakes up first. she touches jorge's forehead with the tip of one wing, then the flat of it, then the side. there's a bar of sunlight coming in through a gap in the moth-bitten blinds and it falls across jorge's face in rivulets of gold-leaf, liquid wonder. she watches them sleep for a few minutes, their chest rising and falling and trembling with all that infallible youth, with the faithless determination of someone whose body has grown older but whose soul has stayed as faultless, as clueless, as divine. if god were a goose it would be jorge. says who? says dimitri, who has god's number saved on her phone.

once, a few months ago, she wrote a poem. this she read out to jorge, while they were flying over the rooftops of san diego, each word falling out of her mouth like stars, like things she should have really kept to herself and in the safety of untouchable darkness and yet jorge was looking at her. she was reading this poem and jorge was looking at her and it wasn't the kind of look you gave someone you found by the side of the road, someone who had helped you with your college apps and tied your tie on prom night. it was the kind of look you gave an angel you wanted to pin to the sheets.

'is this poem about someone?' asked jorge, who was for all their cluelessness and cruelty, quite terribly perceptive when one wanted them least to be.

panicking, dimitry dropped her cigarette. she shook her head. 'no.' she shook her head again, for emphasis.

once, dimitri had a fit of coughs so bad she passed out right there in the lobby of that high school. the doctors said it was her lungs. her friends said it was the cigarettes. jie ting, who was long dead by then, said it was the heartbreak. put it back together, said the ghost of her dead lover. you can put yourself back together. maybe i don't want to, dimitri said, a sheaf of papers falling out of the pocket of her coat.

once, she didn't go south. she went up north in search of forgiveness, and when jorge arrived in the spring, they were as lovely as she remembered them being while she had gotten nowhere. still stuck in place, spinning in slow circles, watching god die on a white-gold stage. still mourning.

'i'll write you a poem,' jorge said the other day. 'to thank you.' for being the first person. for being the first person ever.

'don't bother,' she told them.

'i'll do it anyway.'

'i won't read it.'

'you will.'

once there was a goose and another goose and they were all lovely and sad with long, elegant necks and hard, sharp beaks for cracking things open but all they ever did was crack themselves open, like if you hurt yourself enough times you could make the world give you back what it had taken away. but that's not how it works. you know this. you know this, don't you? dimitri? dimitri?

dimitri's still in that old perfume store. she's leaning closer and closer to sleeping beauty, with the lanky limbs and the merry-go-round smile, and she's whispering something, though she'll never tell you what and you'll never get the chance to ask, she's breathing like the air's made of glass. sea-glass. have you ever seen the ocean? she'll take you one day. your name is jorge and you're asleep. you're being kissed on the mouth by a very beautiful person. she's going to die.

but all living things die eventually, you counter. you don't get it. you are missing the point.

that's fine. miss the point. keep sleeping. the moon pulls away from you the way some people pull knives out of bodies, like she can feel every inch of distance she puts between yourselves in her chest, where the heart is working furiously to keep life alive. she pulls away and it hurts her, you know. did you know? you can fall in love twice. you can fuck yourself up twice. there's always room in the cupboard for more ceramic mugs. she made you one. she'll never give it to you. you never asked.

that's your first kiss. and your second, and your third, and as you grow older the kisses will meld together into this looming memory of touch, sensation, heat, softness, girls, girls, girl. girl with the cigarette between her teeth. girl with the sharpshooter eyes, the gunmetal laugh. girl walking you home, girl flying you across the starless city, girl singing you a lullaby when you're eighteen and the world hates people like you who give life everything you've got and have the audacity to think it'll listen.

girl walking out of the perfume store. girl stepping into the half-light. girl leaving you behind.

or maybe it's the other way around. this way you will be able to catch up to the rest of the flock, this way you will make it to the other side of the world before winter gets its hands around your ankles. she's giving you an opportunity. take it. i said take it.

south means a lot of things depending on who you ask. for jorge, it's freedom, new skies, sunsets drenched in whiskey. for jorge it's the second best thing about being alive. for dimitri, it's death.

once upon a time there was a goose and their name was jorge. once upon a time there was a goose and her name was dimitri. in another version of this story they meet each other before the accident and the hospitals and the house in the woods, the financial crash, the long, cruel winter. in another version they kiss with their eyes open, their hearts unspooling around the confession, the truth, the sacred thing that lets people be happy with each other. in another version of this story jorge says read me a poem and dimitri says i'll read you something sweeter, and then she reads them a love poem.

in this one, one goose dies, and the other keeps flying.

A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps and spirals - Surely they travel The world forever, I shall not entirely Sit emptied of beauties, the gift Of your small breath, the drenched grass Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies. Their flesh bears no relation. Cold folds of ego, the calla, And the tiger, embellishing itself - Spots, and a spread of hot petals. The comets Have such a space to cross, Such coldness, forgetfulness. So your gestures flake off - Warm and human, then their pink light Bleeding and peeling Through the black amnesias of heaven. Why am I given These lamps, these planets Falling like blessings, like flakes Six sided, white On my eyes, my lips, my hair Touching and melting. Nowhere.

05.25.21

#poem at the end is night dances by sylvia plath #did you know geese. grab their neck. this is a mistake you can always count on

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mind-of-a-hardstan · 4 years ago

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Take Flight

Pairing: Golden Eagle ! Seokjin x Human ! Reader

Genre: hybrid au, getting together

Rating: M

Warnings: language, kissing, making out, a bit of dry humping.

Summary: Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Word count: 5.2K

A/N: This is part of the Hybrid Collab hosted by @jeonggukiepabo! The masterlist will be updated during the week, check out the other works y'all!

First date

You eyed the clock, seconds ticking by slower than they should. You were jittery, nervous, but there were still a few minutes left. You consciously chewed on your thumbnail.

Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Seokjin had been new in town and worked with Jooheon, and then he just seamlessly snuck into your friend group. It had been fine. You’d pined after him for a bit, but didn’t say a thing. Why would this gorgeous eagle hybrid want you anyway, right?

The doorbell rang and you nearly jumped at how fast you were ripped from your thoughts. You were still fixated on the clock, he was two minutes early. You allowed yourself one glance in the mirror. Hair: perfectly styled. Make up: as good as it got. Clothing: perfect.

You opened the door, looked up, and the smile that spread on your face came so naturally that you didn’t even notice.

“Hi,” you squeaked. You couldn’t see Seokjin’s face, but his wings were tucked in tightly and he was impeccably dressed. Covering his face was a bouquet of flowers that put all the others to shame. Seokjin tilted his head to the side, finally allowing you to see the tiny, adorable, nervous little smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he said.

“Are those for me?” you gestured to the flowers, giddy, and Seokjin nodded, holding them out to you. You took them from him, unconsciously standing on your tiptoes. A smile spread on your face, shy and happy. “They’re so pretty, where’d you get them? Come in.”

You stepped inside and Seokjin followed, moving his wings back to fit through the door. It wasn’t the first time that Seokjin was in your house, and hopefully it wouldn’t be the last. There was a tension in the room though. This time felt different. It was different. You headed for the kitchen and started opening cabinets, searching for a vase.

“There’s this little flower shop near the cemetery that sells nice flowers,” Seokjin said and closed the front door behind him. You looked back at him as you put the found vase on the counter, “The owner, grows it all herself. This tiny harmless looking lioness hybrid. I thought she was a bobcat at first, to be honest.”

“That’s amazing. I didn’t know all these flowers grew at the same time.”

“They probably don’t, I suspect she’s into some sort of dark magic, I swear you’d think the same if you saw her garden. I asked her and she just denied it,” Seokjin’s smile turned sly, “she was probably lion.”

You snorted despite yourself, and just like that, the tension was broken. Seokjin wore a pleased smile, wings fluttering slightly, when you giggled.

You constantly had to draw your attention away from those wings. You couldn’t help but stare at them sometimes. They were so big, looked so heavy, but that was probably why Seokjin had such big shoulders. They were a beautiful shade of brown, feathers of all size. And when they moved, god, they dripped with power.

You kept wondering if Seokjin could fly. There were plenty of winged hybrids who couldn’t fly, but looking at how strong those wings were, you couldn’t help but wonder. Still, though, you never allowed yourself to stare for too long. Sometimes hybrids thought it to be impolite, which was understandable.

You busied yourself with the flowers, turning it this way and that, looking for a place to put it where it would keep longer. Somewhere cool, you suspected.

“Don’t tell her I said that,” Seokjin went on, “it might hurt her pride.” You giggled again, despite yourself.

“Stop, let’s go before I throw myself out of the window.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door with you. He laughed but stopped before you could pull him too far.

Seokjin pulled you closer by the hand you gabbed him with, gently caressed your arm. He looked you up and down and warmth crept up to your cheeks, butterflies raved in your stomach. The fondness in Seokjin’s eyes as he took in your appearance made you want to disappear, but you also never wanted him to stop looking at you ever again.

“You look gorgeous,” Seokjin said, voice just as velvety as the moment felt, eyes just as soft. His wings were tucked tight behind him, but they flared just a bit before he spoke next. “Seeing you makes me so happy.”

You melted, and he noticed because his smile turned just a bit cuter. Seokjin never spoke like this, was never this open about his feelings toward you before, despite being friends. You were used to him becoming shy when the topic turned to you, and his ears were red now too, but you loved how he could just say it now.

You expected him to kiss you then, but to your disappointment, Seokjin pulled away.

“Come on, we have a date to get to,” he said, seeming just as giddy as you felt. You needed a second though, because almost being kissed by Kim Seokjin was a big deal in your book.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “A date.”

Your one condition (if you could even call it that) for going on a date with Seokjin was that you do nothing fancy. Seokjin was rather well off as a news anchor, but you didn’t want him to go over the top for you.

Instead, you slowly walked to a little coffee shop near your place. It was a place that neither of you knew well, but you’d wanted to try it for a while now.

You didn’t talk too much on the way, mainly commented to random things like a cute dog or a nice flower. Words flowed normally, though. You weren’t quite as nervous anymore, not as much as you were before Seokjin came over. He made you feel so comfy.

The coffee shop had such a story book aesthetic that you almost laughed at the neon sign. Seokjin smiled too and let you go inside first, putting his hand on the small of your back. You barely held back a shiver, didn’t notice the little bell at the door.

The girl at the counter greeted you with a warm smile as she took your orders. ‘Yura,’ her name tag said. She looked like a Yura. The girl seemed to have the same problem you did when it came to Seokjin’s wings, she wanted to look, but kept having to catch herself.

“If you order two muffins, with that, you get one free,” Yura said kindly and gestured to the specials board. Seokjin nodded.

“Sure,” he said and turned to you, “If you don’t want one I’ll just take both.”

You giggled but shook your head. “No way am I giving you my muffin, I’ll have blueberry.”

After gathering your order, getting to your seats proved a bit… difficult. Seokjin wasn’t a small man, and he had big wings, and the shop itself was rather small and tightly packed. It wasn’t exactly ideal for all hybrids, especially a nervous Seokjin.

You aimed for a window seat and put your stuff down. When you looked up, you found Seokjin stuck at a table, a few feathers fluttering down, a rather irritated patron next to him and a pastry laying on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, sir, let me replace that,” Seokjin quickly apologised, already bending down to pick up his lost feathers and the fallen pastry. He nearly cleared another table in doing so.

“Here, I’ll go,” you said and headed to the counter again. Seokjin just smiled, ears red.

By the time you finally did sit down, this time outside after Seokjin threw a plant over, he just rested his head on the table and groaned.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you asked, couldn’t keep the fond smile off of your face nor out of your voice.

“That… catastrophe.” He sat upright again, a little pattern on his forehead from the wooden table. You didn’t mention it. “I’m usually better coordinated, I swear.”

“Is your wing alright?” you asked gently.

“Yeah,” Seokjin said and spread left wing a little, now having space to do so. On the inside was a red spot, feathers stained dark with blood. The wound wasn’t big, but Seokjin winced slightly. “Just lost some feathers, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t look too good…” you worried, selfishly took the opportunity to get a good look at his wing. The feathers were arranged so beautifully. The colour was so pretty, a deep, warm brown. You were sure he could fly. Still, though, you were worried.

“Yeah, it’s not the first time, it’ll heal faster the less I tamper.” Seokjin sat straighter, relaxed his wings. He smiled at you, sipped his drink. You did the same, suddenly unsure of what to say. You were on a date. What do you talk about on a date? You already knew a fair deal about him, you’d talked to him plenty of times. The getting to know each other part was over, wasn’t it? Do you kiss, perhaps? Was that the difference?

“What are you thinking?” Seokjin asked, pulling you back to the present. You realised you’d zoned out with your eyes fixed on his lips. Not exactly an innocent place to stare, but god, those were some pretty lips…

“Uh,” you averted your gaze, looked at a tree, gathered your thoughts, and then finally looked back at Seokjin, this time with a slightly embarrassed smile. “I’m thinking that I suddenly don’t know what to say now that this is a date.”

He smiled too, seeming giddy again at the fact that this really was a date. “I think we just talk normally,” he said softly, “the only difference is that I’m allowed to call you beautiful, and you can tell me I’m handsome, and I can hold your hand if you want, and that we don’t really have to hold back, and that’s okay.”

You giggled, eyed him slyly. “Who says I think you’re handsome in the first place?”

“Because it’s a universal truth,” Seokjin said and you could tell that the confidence was only somewhat real because his ears were so red and his wings were a lot less relaxed. You giggled, he was so endearing. “Besides, am I wrong?”

Seokjin looked at you expectantly, leaned his head on his hand. You surveyed him, pretended to assess him but really you were just taking the opportunity to look your fill. He had such nice eyes, such good cheekbones, such a sharp jawline, such gorgeous fucking Bratz doll lips.

You wanted to kiss him. The thought came so suddenly and with such a dizzying force that you damn near toppled over. You swallowed, sat up straight, nodded.

“Yeah,” you smirked, “I guess I could see it.”

“Knew it,” Seokjin shook his head, “I’m the world wide handsome after all.”

You laughed, sipped your drink and all thoughts of this being some important date flew out of your head. It was just Seokjin. The beautiful local news anchor who somehow made teenager suddenly very interested in the goings on of the world, but still just the dork who you’ve pined after and flirted with these past few weeks.

“You are,” you said lightly, but still didn’t miss the way Seokjin’s wings fluttered happily at the comment

To call it a good date would be a crime. This was definitely in the top ten of the best dates in the history of dating.

You stared at your ceiling, still dressed up, face still full of makeup and hair still looking good. The date was perfect. Seokjin was – is – perfect. After the coffee shop, he’d stared at you and told you that he didn’t want it to end, so you went for a walk in the park. And then he bought you ice cream and then you’d sat at a park bench until the sun had set.

It was romantic, Seokjin was funny and you felt so comfortable. You felt so good. The only thing, the only reason why this date landed in the top ten instead of first was because of one simple little thing.

Seokjin didn’t kiss you.

It bothered you, only a little. Because he seemed like he’d wanted to. At your place, in the café, on that bench when the sun set. It seemed like he’d wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t, and you couldn’t figure out why.

Still though, you were so happy, Seokjin made you so happy.

You giggled to yourself, bit your lip, allowed yourself to squeal. And then got up to wash your face. You did not need your skin breaking out right now.

First kiss

“Your dad jokes are awful,” you said, but you couldn’t keep the giggle out of your voice. Seokjin walked next to you, goofy smile on his face.

“My dad jokes are best thing that’s ever happened to the world.”

“No, they’re not,” you deadpanned. Seokjin took one surprised look at you, wings flaring, and then burst out laughing. The window-cleaning sound made you start laughing too. Soon, you were just two idiots laughing on a sidewalk past ten at night.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Seokjin eventually said and laid his hand on the small of your back. The action was really something that you just could not get used to. It made you want to melt, it made you want to never leave his side.

It didn’t take long until you got to your front door. Seokjin stopped and you faced him. It scared you sometimes, how absolutely beautiful he was. It made you wonder if you should even be on a third date with someone as far out of your league as Seokjin was.

But the way he was looking at you now, it captivated you even more. Seokjin looked at you like you meant something to him. And he looked happy, his eyes looked tender. And he was looking at you.

“Seokjin,” you said softly.

“Hmm,” he hummed back, eyes smiling.

“Kiss me.”

Seokjin smiled brightly, his wings flared completely before he leaned in and kissed you. And god was it worth the wait.

Seokjin’s lips were pillowy soft, so soft that it literally made you gasp. You kissed back, leaned closer. Seokjin’s hand found your lower back and he pressed you against him, other hand at the back of your head and it felt so good, his hands were so big, his lips were so soft.

You buried your hand in his hair and Seokjin let out a tiny gasp. You got a hint of wet, and you immediately wanted more. With a small pull on Seokjin’s hair, you softly licked across his lips. You felt him smile against your mouth, you only noticed then that you were smiling too.

Then he deepened the kiss and your breath just whooshed out of your lungs. You gasped, Seokjin leaned even closer, moved his thumb to your cheek and kissed you so properly that you forgot every other kiss you’d ever gotten.

When he pulled away what could have been minutes or hours later, you blearily looked up at him, and he stared right back with wide, bright yellow eyes. It surprised you, it left you in awe just as much as the kiss did. Seokjin’s eagle eyes.

“Wow,” he whispered, which made you snap out of your haze and giggle. It was then that you’d realised that Seokjin’s wings had wrapped around you like a little cocoon. You stared in awe, but Seokjin slowly moved them back to their normal position.

“Sorry.” His ears were red and you smiled warmly.

“No, it’s cute.” Seokjin’s entire face flared red and you had to giggle. “Do you want to come in?”

Seokjin seemed surprised at the offer. You’d really just meant for a coffee or a glass of wine, and you only realised afterward that it sounded rather… well, not like coffee. Your face flared up at the thought, but you honestly would not have anything against that, either.

Seokjin shook his head, however. “Thank you, darling, but no, I really need to get home.” His voice was soft and there was a smile on his face.

Darling!

You tried to not look disappointed. Before you let him go, however, you gave him one last quick kiss. This time it made you more giddy than anything else. Seokjin seemed to share the sentiment.

When he left, you could have sworn there was a bit more of a skip in his step.

First touch

“You should let me cook for you again some time,” Seokjin said as you handed him a glass of wine. You smiled at the idea. He was an amazing cook, though a busy one. He did the evening news which didn’t leave much time for dinners. You usually did coffees.

“I’d love that, actually,” you said and plopped down next to him. It had only been after you’d invited him inside the first time that you’d realised you didn’t have a wing-friendly couch. Or… well your apartment wasn’t exactly furnished to accompany someone with enormous, beautiful eagle wings.

There was an order on its way though.

His wings looked awkward on the couch, somehow sprawled out but pulled in. He insisted that it was okay though, and that the couch was the best place to sit.

“So would I.” Seokjin smiled warmly and you reached out and took his hand. It still surprised you that you were allowed to show affection like this. You really had pined hopelessly at first.

You leaned in to kiss him, and then he jerked away. You didn’t realise why until you looked down and felt the wetness on your own leg; you’d spilt wine all over both of you.

“Oh, fuck I’m sorry!” you quickly put your glass on the table and ran to get a cloth. Seokjin was standing in seconds, too, checking your couch. You were more worried about him. His clothes were stained, and his wing too. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll try to get the stains out, I swear. Or like, replace your clothes or something,” you called from the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing to whine about, darling,” Seokjin called back and you giggled so hard you barely saw anything on your way back to the living room. The term of endearment also never ceased to make you feel giggly.

“Here,” you said and started to wipe away what you could on his thigh and his stomach. Seokjin silently let you, though his ears were red. When it came to the next stain, the one on his awkwardly angled wing, you hesitated and looked up for the okay.

You had avoided the topic of Seokjin’s wings for a while now, not knowing if it was impolite to ask, to touch. So you’d just said nothing and waited for him to bring it up.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry,” Seokjin said and held his hand out for the cloth. You hesitated again, looked down. You wanted to, though. You handed him the cloth anyway, and Seokjin softly tried to rub out the stain.

“Will it… does it stain?” you asked.

“Nah,” he said, “I can wash it out with soap.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again. Seokjin shook his head.

“Seriously, don’t worry. They’re durable.”

“They look strong,” you said, a bit dreamily, a bit daring. Seokjin stopped and put the cloth down, now probably forever stained with wine. He sat back, you had a feeling he was spreading his wings out more than before, and looked at you. You couldn’t guess what was going on in his head, but it was definitely something.

“They are,” he simply said. You nodded. You wanted to ask more but you were too nervous, too scared of offending him. You weren’t sure about the protocol. Seokjin gently hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your gaze back to his. Those pretty, kind eyes. “You can ask me, Y/n. Ask me anything.”

You swallowed. How did you get so lucky?

“Can you fly?” you asked, you’d been wondering about it ever since you’d met him. Seokjin laughed like he’d expected the question.

“Yes,” he said. Your eyes went wide. That was so cool!

“Wow, really?” Seokjin nodded.

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just wing it.” The way he delivered the joke with a straight face made you chuckle again. You somehow couldn’t get enough of these jokes, no matter how lame they were.

“You should show me sometime. If you – if you want to. I don’t know, whatever.” You shook your head to clear it and ignored Seokjin’s amused expression. “Do you shed feathers like I shed hair?”

Seokjin laughed loudly at the question but answered nonetheless. “Yes.”

You giggled too, and allowed yourself to look at Seokjin’s beautiful, brown wings. They really looked powerful enough to fly. You wondered if he could carry someone, but decided not to ask that just yet. You wanted to touch them. You really wanted to touch them…

“Can I…” you stopped and bit your lip. Seokjin raised an eyebrow expectantly, but still friendly and open. You dared. “Can I touch?’

Seokjin smiled but rubbed the back of his neck nervously and you immediately regretted asking. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Just as you were about to apologize, Seokjin spoke, “You can touch them,” he said, a bit bashful, a bit shy, “but they’re sensitive.”

“You don’t have to let me, you know?”

“That’s… that’s not it. I want you to, I wouldn’t mind, like, at all, but.” Seokjin stopped, averted his gaze, swallowed. “They’re very, very sensitive, depending on where or how you touch. It’s like when I touch the inside of your thighs,” Seokjin’s eyes drifted to your legs and he looked like – he looked like he wanted to. Just the thought of it made you want to melt. Or jump him. Oh god. “Or – or when I kiss behind your ear. Or run my fingers down your spine.” You swallowed and Seokjin’s gaze, the way he just looked at the places he was talking about like he wanted to. He looked away, ears slightly red. “Yeah, it’s hard to explain. Touching my wings would be like kissing my neck or touching my thighs. I don’t mind, but it’s up to you if you want to.”

Boy, did you want to. You swallowed. You really, really wanted to, but touching his wings would inevitably lead to other things, and he just made clear that he was okay with that. You were okay with that too. You were definitely so okay with that.

But saying it, outright saying it, made you just a tad bit nervous. You looked down and said again, “Can I touch your wings, then?”

The fact that Seokjin, confident, worldwide handsome Seokjin, let out a shaky breath because of a single sentence erased any doubts you had. “Yeah,” Seokjin said and then added, rather unexpectedly, “please.”

You let out a shaky breath yourself and moved closer. Seokjin’s eyes seemed to slightly change back to that yellow colour, but you weren’t sure. You focused back on his wings, though.

Gently, softly, you reached out and lay your hand on the outside of Seokjin’s wing, stroking softly. The muscle shifted under your hand and Seokjin shivered. It was soft, though. His feathers felt soft and unlike something you’d felt before.

“Wow,” you said, “they’re so soft.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin just breathed out. You looked back at him and his jaw seemed a bit tense.

“What…” you swallowed, but dared, “what happens when I touch here?” You stroked your fingers over the inside of Seokjin’s wing this time and he gasped.

“That’s where it gets very sensitive,” he said, voice tight.

“And when I move in?” you moved your hand closer and closer to his back, where the feathers got softer and Seokjin shivered.

“Then I’m gonna get hard.” Seokjin said it fast like he needed to get the words out, like he was nervous but wanted to be honest.

“And here?” you were nervous too, but the want to play a bit, to touch Seokjin and to rile him up was stronger than nerves. You traced your finger over the spot where Seokjin’s wings met his back and he honest to god moaned.

It made something hot stir in your stomach, something primal and beyond logic. Seokjin moaned, and you wanted him to do it again. You kept your touches light and watched, trying to see what made him feel the best.

Seokjin’s back was arched, it looked like guilty pleasure was painted over his features. His wings were spread wide now, flared out in your living room completely and it was only then that you could truly appreciate how big they were.

“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful,” you said and Seokjin opened his eyes, a bit hooded, completely yellow.

“Y/n,” he said, voice breathy, “What do you want with me?”

The way he said it, the way he offered himself to you on a silver platter. God, you fell. You just fell.

“Kiss me?” you suggested, and Seokjin did just that. He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you so thoroughly that all breath left your body. Any rhyme or reason to your brain just flowed right out. Seokjin kissed like he meant it. Seokjin kissed like he loved you.

You pushed that thought right out of your head. It was too early. Instead, you focused on Seokjin’s pillow soft lips, and god, he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You mewled softly and he drank it up. It seemed to spur Seokjin on, he pulled you closer, kissed you deeper. You were dizzy, head fuzzy, body hot.

You trailed a finger down the inside of Seokjin’s wing again, the other one this time, and he groaned into your mouth before pulling away. He looked at you for a moment before closing his eyes, just enjoying.

“Feels good,” he breathed out, kissed you again.

“Yeah?” you asked, touching both wings now. Seokjin bucked up reflectively and for the first time you felt something hard against your leg. You gently trailed your lips down his neck.

“Yeah. Love when you touch me.”

“Can I touch you there?” you asked carefully, looking down at Seokjin’s lap. He was undoubtedly very hard in his pants right now, you were surprised at how fast this turned him on. Seokjin made a little noise in the back of his throat but nodded anyway.

“Please.”

You lay your hand on his hard on, just put the tiniest amount of pressure there to get a reaction. Seokjin moaned, satisfied but needing more.

Your panties were slowly being ruined.

You palmed him a bit through his boxers and Seokjin wasn’t afraid of being vocal. “Come here,” he after only a few moments. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you closer to kiss you again, this time with heat instead of tenderness. Messy instead of careful.

After a few more drawn out kisses you were so out of breath that you gasped for air. Seokjin moved away to let you breathe but it didn’t help. He trailed his beautiful lips from your jaw to your shoulder and then worked the spot under your ear until it almost stung. You were gasping, those sinful, goddamn lips.

You shifted on his lap, squirming due to the intensity. Seokjin let out tiny sounds into your neck and you thought it came from the pleasure of devouring your neck until you shifted just right. You’d been squirming on his dick, and it was now perfectly positioned to put pressure on your clit.

“Seokjin,” you moaned and he shivered.

“You sound pretty,” he said, rocked you a little onto his cock. “This still good? You still good, darling?”

Darling, fuck. You shivered. He’d called you that a few times now, but never like that.

“Yeah, yes, Seokjin – Jin,” you just let the words flow, knew that it didn’t matter if you were vocal and talkative, Seokjin thought you sounded pretty.

“Jin?” Seokjin mused, “I like that.”

You rocked your hips onto his, let yourself get lost in the movement, in the noises Seokjin was making. His wings were completely flared out now, back arched to give them a bit of space to move.

You trailed your finger over the place where feather met skin once more, and Seokjin jerked.

“Jin,” you asked, sending a shiver through him, making his feathers ruffle, “take me to the bedroom?”

“Yeah?” he checked.

“Yeah. Please.”

Seokjin kissed you deeply, less frantic, slower. It was comforting, safe and it made a warmth bloom in your chest that burned all the way to your tippy toes.

“Of course, darling.”

“You know,” Seokjin whispered, running his fingers up and down your naked shoulder, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

You giggled and shifted closer, enjoying the feel of his feathers against your skin. Wings, you were learning, were practical in a bed. He’d slung his over the lower half of your body and the warmth it brought was amazing.

“Me too.”

“I’m glad we did it now, though. Now was perfect.”

“Definitely.” You pecked him on the lips, too tired for a real kiss. Your body was sore, your mind was hazy and happy and you were so very warm. It wouldn’t take long for you to pass out.

“I’m going to take you flying one day,” Seokjin whispered after a while. You were somewhere on the edges between conscious and unconscious, and you just hummed in response, not really taking anything in. “One day, when you say yes to me, I’m going to fly with you.”

“Can’t wait,” you mumbled back. And then you were gone.

First flight

Seokjin’s arms around you were tight and secure, and you’ve never felt safer in your life, despite being way high in the sky, despite the thin air and the cold wind.

“You good, darling?” he asked in your ear, beat his powerful wings once before settling into a glide. You swallowed heavily. Yes, you were good. You were great, you were happy, you were peaceful and safe and happy with watching the sunrise like this.

“I love you,” you said lowly.

“What?” Seokjin spoke loudly over the wind.

“I love you, Kim Seokjin!” you laughed loudly this time, you almost thought the tiny people way down on the ground could hear you. You knew they couldn’t, though, and you liked it that way.

Seokjin’s arms tightened around you and it almost hurt, but it didn’t. It just felt so good. You were soaring so high in the sky, and Seokjin buried his head in your neck and said.

“I love you, too.”

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miraculous786 · 5 years ago

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Buried Six Feet Under

Basis

First Ending

First Ending - Part Two

First Ending Art

Second Ending

Second Ending - Part Two

One hour.

One hour was all it took for the memories to resurface. The memories of the past few months containing a broken doll and a shattered heart.

There had been an uproar.

The police were called.

The news were alerted.

The world began to wake up.

And there had been tears that day. Many.

From the same people who were crying now, in a spacious hall with hundreds of seats. They were all full.

The rain pattered down onto the roof above, and lightning was heard to strike every so often. One would think that the gods were angry this day.

They had every right to be - and they were.

The gates surrounding the building were locked tight, leaving out a group of students that were huddled near the entrance. Most of them wept, their tears mingling with the water pouring down. Their black outfits became drenched.

A bespectacled girl at the front held onto the barriers blocking her from getting in. She screamed and yelled until her voice was sore, yet no one cared. All were too busy staring at an enormous screen indoors, that flickered to life to reveal something painfully familiar.

Someone painfully familiar.

Jagged Stone - a man with purple locks who was gripping tight to a pair of Eiffel Tower-inspired glasses - pressed a key on the computer at the stage.

The video began to play.

"Okay, umm...hi!" the person recording greeted, nervous smile gracing her features. "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as the superhero 'Ladybug'. You may know me through Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie Patisserie, since, well, they're my parents."

She let out an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of her neck.

There was a sob from the front of the crowd.

"I'm making this video because...uh, I want this to be seen if something happens to me in battle. An akuma battle, that this. You see...some villains have been extremely tough, and, well..."

The bluenette let out a sigh. Her expression became grim in an instant, and her tone serious. It reminded those watching of the heroine that they had come to love.

"Hawk Moth has found out a way to translate the Guardian's book, which, long story short, allows him and Mayura to become even stronger. That's why I wanted to make this video."

She glanced to the side, and unmistakable tears were seen to be forming at the rims of her glossy eyes. "I...I've seen Chat Noir get hurt before. I've seen him get- get killed too many times. It's entirely possible that I'll end up with the same fate."

A sniffle escaped her, but she chose to wipe at her eyes and let out a dry chuckle. Her tone was wobbly as she dryly stated, "Chat, he...he isn't as serious as I am about this whole thing. About this whole job. And I hope that after he sees this, he learns that Hawk Moth needs to be taken down. If I have to sacrifice my own life for that..."

She shrugged. "...so be it."

Marinette's eyes wandered over to something off-screen, and she beamed at whatever it was.

"Tikki's asleep right now, so I have to make this quick. I...I wanted to ask those who are watching a favour. If, if you get this then could you- could you pass on my earrings to someone else? Well- someone in particular, actually. Paris needs two heroes to take care of it, after all."

She leaned forward and out of frame for a few seconds. Then she returned with a coloured picture, that had two girls grinning at the camera. She pointed to one of them.

"This is Alya Cesaire - my best friend and one that I sincerely trust to take on the mantle of Ladybug. She, she's amazing. I have so much faith in her, and I know that she'll be perfect for the role."

A blond in the audience clenched his fists.

The designer grinned. "I actually wanted to hand over my earrings to her when I first got them but decided not to - it was a close call, though. Please show this video to her, by the way. I want to say something."

Marinette gained a smirk, as she started, "Hey, bestie! How's it going? I'm, I'm sorry about not telling you who I am, but...a secret is a secret, right? I know you would've loved the scoop. You have all of my support to defeat Hawk Moth, Alya. I'm sure that Tikki will guide you though everything. That is, if she's able to. Oh! That reminds me - I have a request that I wanted to ask of you. I...can you show this to Chat?"

He took in a raspy breath.

"Hey, Kitty. I just wanted to tell you that, well...I'm afraid that the mantle of the Guardian will have to go to you, since you're the only one alive that can take it - barring Hawk Moth, of course."

She pursed her lips. "You're my partner, Chat. The best one that I could have ever asked for. I hope that you'll be able to keep your head up and stay strong alongside Alya, and protect the Miracle Box."

And let the tears flow.

"Oh, and if it isn't too much to ask...can, can I stay with Tikki, even if I'm gone? You don't have to bury me with the earrings or anything, but...just visit my grave, please? With Tikki. She's been with me through thick and thin and is quite emotional when it comes to her holders from what I've heard. I wouldn't want her to live with the guilt of my death."

Adrien found himself nodding with a whimper.

That was when Marinette suddenly jumped up. She whipped her head to something invisible to her right and yelped. "What? Me? Recording something? Of course not, Tikki! I'm just-"

The screen turned blank again.

Allowing all to hear the choked sob from Chat Noir.

He covered his mouth to muffle his cries, and yet his pathos was clear to everyone around.

And even those outside.

It seemed as if everyone had broken out of their silent stupor, as murmurs began to break out and fill the hero's ears. Murmurs of what would happen to Hawk Moth. What would happen to Paris. What would happen to them all without Ladybug.

Something inside him snapped.

And a growl tore through his throat.

"Stop it!"

Everyone turned to him in surprise. Most edged back at the anger he clearly had restrained.

His cat ears thrashed. His sharp claws flexed. His green eyes dilated.

"That is enough! You're all horrible!" he hissed lowly. "Why can't you see that it isn't Ladybug gone? It's Marinette!"

Sabine and Tom flinched at the mention of their daughter.

"Whether or not she has the mask, she's the same person! And I bet that if she were here she would have agreed with me!"

A man with slicked grey hair and a striped sash rushed forward. "Chat Noir, I'm sure that there's no need for thi-"

"Shut. Up. Before I make you."

The Mayor gulped.

"I'm going, and none of you are going to stop me," he snarled, as he faced the exit of the place. Beneath his breath, he muttered, "You didn't deserve her. None of us did."

Only a few seconds later did thunder strike loud from outside, but Adrien was already somewhere else by that time.

Already gone.

And with the remains of his very partner.

Rain dripped down from his locks to his face, to the point where none could point out what were his tears and what weren't. There was a hush as all stared with baited breath, observing Chat as he knelt in front of a headstone.

A headstone in memory of the one he loved. Still loved.

"I'm sorry, Princess," he choked. "I-I'm so sorry...You didn't deserve any of this."

The crack in his voice made hearts shatter.

"You'll always be my Lady - my Princess. And I'm sorry that I couldn't do more."

His lower lip wobbled. His eyes drifted to the ring at his finger.

And he reached to pull it off.

"I'm the new Ladybug..."

Until he caught the whisper that made his blood run cold.

His now twitching head slowly rotated up to who had spoken. It was none other than Alya Cesaire.

She was stood at the gates to the graveyard, pipe wrench in hand. Behind her were other students from her class, that had tears - or rain, he couldn't tell - pouring down their cheeks.

So did she.

Yet her lips were still poised into some sort of a smile.

"What?"

There were many flinches from the Parisians nearby.

In a more confident tone, the reporter stated, "She named me the new Ladybug."

Silence.

A harsh flare from Chat Noir's heart made him bare his teeth. "So what?"

None were prepared for the shout that soon escaped his mouth.

"You're the reason we need a new Ladybug!"

Adrien stood up, back arched and irises slit. "You're the reason that Paris will be left in shambles! That people will die! That the Guardian is gone!"

His booming bellows quieted to a mumble. "That Marinette is dead."

A fire flared in his eyes.

"You did this..." he growled menacingly, claws out. "It's all your fault!"

As the police force standing guard grabbed at the lunging cat aiming to avenge, none noticed the creature settled on top of Marinette's grave.

The butterfly.

That glowed a faint purple from its droopy wings.

As if it was mourning like the rest of the population for the death of the heroine buried six feet under.

~*~*~

It had been a day since then.

Since the funeral of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And there was a figure approaching the graveyard where those had previously mourned for her.

They stepped over soaked grass and muddy ground. Scattered petals and jagged rocks. Yet they didn't stop.

Their suit became damp from the rain. Their shoes became soggy from the puddles. Yet they still didn't stop.

Not until they reached the grave at the centre of the yard, that stood tall in colours of black and red. Bouquets of daffodils and roses lay around it, along with plush toys of a girl in spotted fabric.

The figure, the man, bent down to inspect the rectangle of dirt in front of the memorial of stone, that had fancy scripture engraved into its surface. There was nothing on the patch. No flowers. No cards. Nothing.

Except for two hexagonal boxes.

Etched onto their lids were markings in blood-red, that depicted messages in a language that none could decipher - apart from the owner of the porcelain shards buried six feet under.

Despite the grime starting to gather on his clothing, the man continued to stare impassively at the items. His icy blue eyes studied the sight in front of him for a few seconds more, until his lips soon pursed tight.

Fingers gripped at cold objects, and brought them into the open in a stiff movement. They hesitated for a moment, as if worried of what they were about to do, then gently deposited their contents onto the dirt.

The figure let out a weary sigh. He stood back up treacherously slow. Then, he snapped his back straight up, and walked past the gates leading out of the graveyard.

He didn't look back.

He only left two items sitting in the mud. Left two items to waste away until the foreseeable future.

Left two miraculous.

And whilst he made his way down the dark and gloomy streets of Paris, dozens of eyes watched from the shadows.

They only had one goal in mind.

To protect their Guardian. The remains of their Guardian.

Until the end of time.

~*~*~

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thebrotherssalvatore321 · 4 years ago

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 40

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: Katie(Oc)xKlaus. Warnings: None.

Klaus woke up lying on his side with his arm draped over Katie’s stomach. As his eyes traveled up her body he found that she was already awake, her un-manicured fingers fiddling with the silver pendant that hung around her neck. “I apologize.”

Katie blinked out of her thoughts and looked over at him with a frown as she turned onto her side and tucked her arm under her pillow. “For what?”

“I made you one promise…and I’ve broken it.” he told her and she shook her head at him in confusion. “I told you I wouldn’t let anyone keep you from making the sky yours. You didn’t want to settle down and have a family yet here you are. Tied down by me and a child that no one asked if you wanted.”

“When did I say I didn’t want to settle down and have a family?” she asked as she slid her hand up his chest to rest on his neck.

“When we were talking about the cure and why you didn’t want to take it.” he pointed out.

She shook her head understanding how he could have gotten that impression. “I said I didn’t want a human man or a human family. We’re not human.” She corrected him. “I don’t know about you, but I tried not to look too far into our future. I wanted to take things slow for once…like glacially slow when it came to the serious stuff, but it's kind of impossible to move that slow now. So I’ll admit that had this pregnancy not been possible and if we were still together in say…twenty or so years and if it felt like the right time, I would have brought up the idea of adoption and talked things out with you and figured out if it was something we would want.” She slid her hand back down to rest on his chest. “But nature skipped ahead and decided for us. If I’m being honest, I’m not mad about it, I’m just sorry if this baby and I roped you in and tied you down.”

“I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I like being tied down by you.” he told her, making a small smile pull at the corner of her lips.

“Elijah was spot on when he said this baby is a gift. You’ve once again given me more than I ever could have asked for.” She told him honestly and the intense look of love in his eyes almost made her heart stop. “So you haven’t broken your promise and clipped my wings. You’ve given them something to wrap around and hold onto.”

“Our child…will be just as loved and spoiled as you are.” He slipped his hand down her side to her outer thigh that he grabbed and pulled up over his hip. His hand on her combined with the fact that he pretty much just said he loved her caused butterflies to stir within her.

She still wasn’t ready to say those three little words, so instead she pushed him to lie on his back, straddled him and pressed her lips to his letting how much he meant to her flow into him. His tongue slipped between her lips and found hers, pulling a moan from somewhere deep inside her as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. His kisses were like no other. Where Damon’s had wrecked her train of thought, Klaus’s fueled the engine. His hands that gently caressed her skin were more than electric. They set her ablaze and had her wanting to feel his touch everywhere all at once.

When he rolled them over and attacked her neck with kisses and nibbles she turned her head to the side giving him better access as she moaned, “Klaus.” Her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him to her as she dug her fingertips into his bare back. He kissed down her neck to her chest then back up to her lips, grinding into her, teasing her through the two layers of fabric. “God, you feel good.”

He chuckled as he rolled them back over and sat up, bringing her with him. He grabbed the front of her thin pajama tank top and ripped it open. She smiled when he broke the kiss and watched her face as he held her back with one hand and slid the other over her breast, kneading it before he gently twisted her nipped between his thumb and pointer finger making her breath hitch and a moan leave her lips before she bit the bottom one. The lust the action brought to her eyes was mirrored in his as he slipped his hand down her chest, pushing her to lie back on to the bed.

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A few seconds passed as they came down off their high before Klaus grabbed the comforter and pulled it over them. She intertwined her legs with his and looked him in the eyes. “Have I told you you’re amazing recently?” she asked, bringing a smile to his lips as he shook his head no. “Well you are.” She grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together.

“Have you noticed that you no longer revel in the calm after the storm?” he asked. Since she had come back from her shattered soul, she no longer wanted to cuddle in silence after they made love. She just nodded. “Why is that?”

“Because I came back different.” She answered. “If I would have simply flipped my switch back on, without Elijah doing what he did, I would still be beating myself up over all the people I killed, but…I’m not. Even before I made the decision to become a vampire I struggled with this…darkness, inside of me. The same part of me that wanted to tie my grandfather to a chair and break every bone in his body and beat him as he so mercilessly beat me. It was there even when I lived as Hannah. I would have poisoned Father had my sister not stopped me, but when I came back it’s like I’ve learned to accept it and control it.”

He let go of her hand and cupped her cheek in his hand. “And you say there’s nothing admirable about you.”

She smiled and slipped her hand over his. “My mind is naturally a calmer place these days, so there really isn’t a calm after the storm anymore.” She took his hand off her face and kissed his palm. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to go around murdering people for the hell of it, it just means that if I have to kill again I’ll feel bad, but it’s who I am and I can’t change it.”

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A week turned into a month then into two. Klaus, much to Katie’s dismay, had been taking his time with figuring out how to get Elijah back.

Currently Kate sat on a stool in front of an easel with a pallet in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, receiving a lesson from Klaus. She didn’t think art would be something she would be into. She didn’t think she was creative enough to turn a blank canvas into something beautiful the way Klaus did, but she had to say painting was relaxing and she now understood why it was one of Klaus’s passions.

Klaus stood at his easel that was positioned so that she could see what he was doing. Every once in a while he would stop painting and give her time to copy what he had just done. More than once he tried to look at her canvas, but every time he did she pointed her paintbrush at him and threatened to turn him into her canvas, getting an amused smile from him. “I do not hear progress.” He pointed out knowing she could hear him despite the ear buds in her ears filling them with a playlist of alternative rock music and a few pop songs.

“I’m thinking.” She told him defensively.

“What is there to think about?” he asked with a confused look as he stopped painting and turned around.

“It’s more like what I’m trying not to think about.” She told him with a flirty smirk and he gave her a look that told her to explain. “Your butt looks really good in the jeans you’re wearing. It’s kind of hard to stop myself from thinking about painting it with edible paint just so I can bite it.”

He laughed and tried to walk over to her, but she pointed her brush at him with a warning look. “If you have drawn a stick figure on that canvas I’ll never give you another lesson.” He told her only half serious.

“Yes you will and no I haven’t.” she told him then started painting again. “I aim to impress.” She pointed out then took her ear buds out. “Now turn back around.” She told him with a twirl of her finger.

He smiled and shook his head at her as he turned around and started painting again. “Edible paint is definitely going on the shopping list.”

Katie laughed and got back to her painting. “So am I the first girl you’ve given a painting lesson to?” she asked curiously.

“If I say no will you be disappointed?” he asked, not looking away from his canvas.

“No. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of lady friends in your one thousand years on this earth.” she told him honestly.

“Lady friends yes, girlfriends however…not as many as you might think.” He answered. “But no, this isn’t the first time I’ve given a lesson to a woman.” He paused, giving her time to catch up. “This is the first time my student wouldn’t let me see their progress though.”

“I wouldn’t sing you an incomplete song. So I’m not going to show you an incomplete painting.” She told him, not looking away from the brush in her hand that smeared tan paint over the canvas carving out the archway that Klaus had penciled onto the canvas as a guide.

“You need more paint on your brush.” He critiqued without even being able to see what she was doing.

“How can you tell?” she asked looking at her brush.

“If I can hear the bristles of the brush scraping against the canvas your brush is too dry.” He told her so she filled her brush with paint again like he had shown her then held it above the canvas for him to see. “Better.” She got back to her painting and when she caught up to him she looked up, letting him know she was ready to move on.

Only after she finished the finale steps and was satisfied with her work did she allow Klaus to walk around the easel to look at what she had done. After a few seconds of him appraising the painting she couldn’t help breaking the silence. “You can say it sucks. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

“It doesn’t suck. I actually think you have potential.” He said with a point at the painting.

“You have potential.” She echoed back. “That’s the same thing my English teacher told me about my creative writing project.” She told him then looked over her shoulder to where he stood slightly behind her with his hands behind his back. “It sucked.” She whisper yelled.

“Perhaps you simply lack confidence.” He argued and she rolled her eyes at him and looked at her still wet painting. “It is not bad considering you’d never even touched a paint brush before today.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder. “You aimed to impress and hit the bull’s eye.”

“I think you’re full of it, but it doesn’t matter. You know why?” she asked as she hopped down off the stool and set her paint pallet on it.

He wrapped his long sleeve shirt covered arms around her waist and pulled her into him, “Why?”

“Because I had fun and I found it relaxing. Which was the main goal of this lesson was it not?” she asked, letting her eyes travel his face.

“It was.” He answered then caught her lips with his. As they kissed a wave of playfulness overcame her and she opened her eyes and looked over at her abandoned paint pallet. Her pointer finger touched the blob of green paint and as they kissed she drew a heart on his cheek. At the feel of the cold wet paint he stopped kissing her and sighed, not opening his eyes. “You did not just-” she booped him on the nose with her paint covered finger tip, cutting him off and he opened his eyes, her playfulness mirrored in them.

He growled and wiped his nose on her cheek making her yelp and giggle. They were jerked out of their fun when Rebekah’s voice practically shook the walls, “Klaus!” Katie jumped from the sharp unexpected tone and Klaus rolled his eyes. “Get out here and tell me where our brother’s at you narcissistic, backstabbing waker!”

Klaus sighed, went to the doors to the room and pulled them open, “Enough with all the shouting.” Katie went to the bathroom and washed the paint from her face then brought the wet cloth to Klaus so he could do the same. “I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?” he asked.

“They were very rude. Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the quarter. So sorry. Were they friends of yours?” Rebekah smiled. “Oh that’s right, you don't have any friends.”

“I do have friends. I have Katie.” He argued.

Rebekah looked at Katie who leaned her hip on the brown leather couch Klaus was standing next to. “Oh, right, your baby momma.” She told Klaus then looked at Katie. “Your besties are very upset with you for missing graduation and pretty much disappearing off the face of the earth.”

“They can continue to be upset with me because I can’t make myself lie to them and I can’t tell them the truth. All I can do is leave them be.” Katie replied.

“You’re choice.” She brushed it off and looked at Katie’s stomach. “I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle, baby bump, guess you’re not showing yet.” She pointed out.

Katie smoothed her flowing tank top down showing Rebekah the small bump of her stomach. “I don’t exactly have a missed period to go off of, but I think I’m somewhere around 16 or 17 weeks.”

“Really?” Klaus asked with a look over at her and she hummed and nodded. “How do you know how far along you are?”

“Considering the baby’s heartbeat was so small and quiet when Sophie told me I was pregnant I can only assume that I was around six to seven weeks at that point.” she explained liking the curiosity on Klaus’s face. “And it’s not an exact science, but my stomach matches the sixteen and seventeen week mark of every week by week stomach transformation picture I could find online.”

“We’re off topic.” Rebekah spoke up.

“Right, we were talking about my friends. I also have Marcel.” Klaus told her. “You remember him don’t you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the king of the quarter now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It’ll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.”

“I don’t care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah told me that he promised Katie he would be here for her and he does not welsh on promises. Where is he?” Rebekah demanded.

“I would argue that he is wishy washy when it comes to his promises to Katie.” Klaus sat down on the couch and pulled Katie down to sit next to him with her legs draped over his lap. “Perhaps he’s on holiday, or taking a long autumn nap upstairs.” He pointed up with a smirk. “Well, go on. Take a look around.” Rebekah walked past him. “You remember this house as well as I.”

Rebekah turned around and looked at him, “I remember everything.” She then looked at Katie. “Care for an eye opening look at the father of your child?” she held her hand out to Katie. “Or are you still on vervain?”

“I’m not on vervain. I don’t know if it will hurt the baby. So sure, why not?” Katie got out of Klaus’s lap and slapped her hand into Rebekah’s. She was taken back to what looked like the mid 1800’s. A party was taking place in the house they were currently living in.

“I remember how the drunken fool of a governor hid away all of our vampire sins in exchange for gold.” Rebekah’s voice served as a commentary to what Katie was seeing in her mind's eye. Klaus stood in front of the fireplace with a set of twin women on his arms. He gave Rebekah a grin as he headed upstairs with them. “I remember the lavish parties he threw as if to impress you.” Rebekah walked over to a handsome, expensively dressed man and kissed him. “I remember finding a moment of affection with the governor’s son, Emil.” The view changed to the upstairs landing where Klaus sat on a sofa with the twins, both with bite marks on their neck, both passed out if not dead while he fed on one of their wrists. “And I remember even Elijah was happy with Celeste.” Elijah was kissing the neck of a beautiful almond skinned woman that had her back against the wall.

“Your brother, he has gone too far.” Celeste spoke with a French accent.

Elijah looked away from the woman to Klaus. “Niklaus, there is no hope for you, is there?” Klaus just looked at Elijah and bit into the woman’s wrist with a growl.

“Are we interrupting?” Rebekah asked as she walked over to them holding Emil’s hand.

“Yes.” Klaus answered, dropping the woman’s hand.

“No.” Elijah answered, not fully turning away from Celeste.

“Dearest Elijah,” Rebekah started talking, making Elijah move to the woman’s side so that Rebekah had his full attention, “You’ve only ever wished happiness for me. Emil and I are in love. Please let me turn him.”

Klaus started laughing. Elijah and Rebekah ignored him. “Rebekah, the governor has graciously agreed to hide a lot of our…” Elijah paused and looked back at Klaus and the two dead women, “indiscretions.” He looked back at Rebekah. “It would not do to turn his only son into one of us.”

“Please. For me.” Rebekah begged.

“It’s not gonna happen, sister.” Klaus stood up. “If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for, then human beings would cease to exist and we’d have no bloody food.”

Katie bit her lips closed, keeping her comments to herself.

“How dare you sir!” Emil stepped up to Klaus. “You would do well to-”

Klaus grabbed him by his neck and started walking over to the railing. Elijah and Rebekah begged him to stop, but he threw him over the railing, killing him. Rebekah started sobbing.

Rebekah let go of Katie’s hand and gave her a look that asked what she thought of what she just saw. “You get around and he can be an ass. Neither of these things are news to me or my business to judge.”

“No wonder he likes you so much, you gloss over his terrible qualities.” Rebekah told her with an eye roll.

“Emil wasn’t good enough for you.” Klaus spoke up.

“Nobody was good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that.” Rebekah told him as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Now where’s Elijah?”

Klaus' phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket, looked at it then stood up and put it back and walked over to Katie. “Drinks with Marcel again?” she asked as he grabbed her sides and looked down at her.

“Elijah told me your plan to take apart Marcel’s empire piece by piece. I don’t remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.” Rebekah complained.

Klaus moved to stand next to Katie with his arm around her waist. “I know you don’t have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the quarter, and I aim to uncover the how so I might take it for myself. Although I assure you, finding Elijah is on my honey-do list.” He turned back to Katie.

“Have a bourbon for me.” she told him wishing she could go with him and get out of the house.

“I will.” He pecked her on the lips and they all went to the door. Klaus pulled it open, but he stopped and looked back at Rebekah. “Oh, and welcome home, little sister.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes as Klaus left then looked at Katie. “You two are disgustingly sweet together.” Katie let a small smile play at the corners of her lips. “Too bad it won’t last long.” Her smile fell. “Nik doesn’t settle down. He’s most likely just playing with you until he gets his hands on whatever is cooking in your tum.”

Katie’s face turned hard, “Believe what you want, Rebekah, I don’t care. Just don’t try to drag me into your disputes with your brother.” She left Rebekah standing in the doorway.

Katie was in the parlor writing in her journal when she heard that Klaus was back. He and Rebekah were arguing about Elijah, eventually he told her what he had done to and with Elijah. “Katie!”

“Yes?” Katie called tiredly knowing Rebekah would just keep shouting until she found her.

“Did you know that he handed Elijah over to Marcel?” Rebekah asked with a point at Klaus who was standing behind her and Katie nodded. “And you let him hand him over?”

Katie leaned back in the arm chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, do I have a voice now?” Katie asked with an attitude induced cock of her head. “I thought I was just his play thing until he ‘gets his hands on whatever is cooking in my tum.’.” She made air quotes around Rebekah’s words then picked her pen back up and went back to the entry she was working on. When she was done with the entry she went outside and found Rebekah sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch, taking in the night air. She sat down in the chair next to Rebekah. “Seriously, Rebekah, what’s your problem with me?”

“I didn’t mind you being with Klaus at first because you needed the stick removed from your ass, but you were supposed to choose my good brother. Not get knocked up by my bad one.” She told her, making Katie frown at her. “You’re too good for him.” she admitted making Katie remember that Klaus killed Emil. “Emil wasn’t the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed. He did it again, and again, every time I found someone to care about. He just kept doing it until finally I stopped falling in love. He said he was protecting me from my mistakes, that no one was good enough for his little sister. Until one day someone was.”

“Marcel, I’m guessing.” Katie asked then a thought struck her. “You’re not going to try to kill me to get back at him are you?”

“I’d never kill a pregnant woman.” she answered. “And you guessed right. Klaus caught Marcel kissing me and because Marcel was like a son to him and he couldn’t kill him. So he daggered me to give me a lesson in what I could and couldn’t take from him. I stayed in that coffin for fifty-two years. When I woke up he told me he had given Marcel a choice, un-dagger me and live out his human years with me or leave me and Klaus would turn him just as Marcel had always wanted. Marcel chose vampirism over me.”

“Ouch.” Katie commented. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, I got over it and moved on eventually.” Rebekah assured her.

“So now that you know that Marcel has Elijah, why aren’t you going after Elijah yourself? You’re an immortal just like Klaus. The only thing that can kill you is the white oak stake and I’m pretty sure Marcel doesn’t have it.” Katie asked.

“You should know the answer to that question by now.” Rebekah replied. “I did not overlook my coffin downstairs.”

Katie bit her lips closed and looked around in thought. After a few seconds she pulled out her phone and started a text message to Rebekah that she didn’t intend on sending. “Klaus does not know this, but those daggers are not where he thinks they are. I found them and have hidden them.” She held the phone out to Rebekah. After reading it she looked up at Katie with a smirk. Katie erased the message. “Like I told Klaus, it takes a village and I need both of my villagers free of daggers.”

“Perhaps Elijah is right, you might just be exactly what Klaus needs.” Rebekah told her then stood up and walked away.

Katie went to the room that she and Klaus now shared and found him lying in bed but not asleep. “I found out why Rebekah’s been such a bitch to me.” she told him quietly as she changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top.

“And why is that?” he asked.

“Apparently I’m too good for you.” she answered.

“I could have told you that.” he told her.

“I don’t think she believes you deserve to be happy after denying her happiness so many times.” Katie thought out loud.

“Do you agree with her?” he asked, his eyes taking in her growing stomach before she pulled the tank top over her head.

“Of course not.” She answered, her tone implying that his question was stupid.

“Good.” He told her with a smile as she slid into bed and laid down next to him resting her head on his shoulder as he slid his hand over her stomach.

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The next morning she woke up to Klaus rubbing her shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Why?” she groaned not opening her eyes.

“You’re sweating.” He wiped his hand over her forehead and she opened her eyes to see moisture on his fingers. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked knowing vampires don’t sweat unless there is something really wrong with them, like thinking a piece of white oak stake was working its way to their heart.

“I feel okay. I’m just hot.” She sighed realizing that the sheets were sticking to her skin. As she threw them off of her and sat up her stomach growled. “And hungry.” She pushed herself out of bed and walked over to the thermostat on the wall. “It’s eighty degrees in this house. I’m hot because it’s hot in here.” she said with a confused shake of her head. “And I’m not hungry for blood.” She looked at Klaus with a frown. “What the hell is happening to me?”

“I do not know.” He whispered looking down at her with worry clear in his wide blue eyes.

“Do you think Sophie’s doing this?” she asked as she tried to turn the temperature down, but it was already set to sixty eight. The air conditioning clearly wasn’t working.

“I will find out and have someone see to the air conditioning. In the meantime, you find a way to cool down and eat something.” He told her as he started getting dressed.

Katie threw the window to the room open and stuck her head out feeling a warm breeze on her face. “Well that’s not going to cut it.” she sighed then looked down and saw the pool. When she turned around she saw that Klaus was already gone. She didn’t have a swim suit so she threw on a set of underwear, a tank top and some Nike shorts then grabbed a bowl of cereal out of the kitchen and ate it as she went out to the pool. Thankfully since it was just now sun up the water was nice and cool.

She had eaten two bowls of granola cereal and was floating on her back in the middle of the pool when Klaus and Sophie found her. She swam over to the edge of the pool and Sophie kneeled down. “Witches are not the cause.” Klaus told her.

“He said you woke up hot and hungry.” Sophie said and she nodded. “Anything else feel off?”

“No, not that I’m aware of.” Katie said with a shrug.

“Are you still craving blood?” Sophie asked and to answer her question Katie let the blood rush to her eyes then pushed it back. “I’ll take that as a yes. Does the sun still burn?” Klaus stepped to the side, putting Katie in his shadow. She took off her daylight ring and set it on the edge of the pool then held her hand outside the shadow. Her skin sizzled and she jerked her hand back and put her ring back on. “What about speed?” Katie got out of the pool then whooshed around it. She then looked up at the pool house roof and jumped, landing on top of it. She hopped back down and whooshed over to Sophie. To test her healing, knowing that if she didn’t heal Klaus had her back, she bit her wrist. The three of them watched as the teeth marks healed.

“So what’s the diagnosis?” Klaus asked.

“I’m not a vampire doctor, but I think this is nature’s way of keeping a balance. You’re not supposed to be able to get pregnant. So nature is making you human to compensate. I can only guess that as your pregnancy advances you are going to start getting more human traits and possibly lose your vampire ones.”

“The hits just keep on coming don’t they?” Katie sighed and walked over to a lounge chair and sat down.

“And by the time she gives birth?” Klaus asked.

“Who knows?” Sophie shrugged. “She could still be a vampire or she could be completely human by then.” They all got quiet for a moment, lost in thought. “If you guys are done with me I have a restaurant I need to get back to.”

“Yeah, we’re done.” Katie told her looking up at her from where she’d been staring down at the concrete. “Thanks.”

As Sophie walked away Klaus walked over to Katie and sat down next to her. She propped her head up with her elbow on her leg and cheek in her hand. Klaus pulled her into his side. “Vampire or human, I will not let anything happen to you.”

She wanted to tell him not to make promises he couldn’t keep. Hybrid or not even he couldn’t save her from the claws of death if they came for her. Instead she wrapped her arms around his waist not caring that she was soaking his thin long sleeved shirt and pressed her face into his chest.

After a while she pulled back and moved around to lie back on the lounger with her legs in his lap. “So where are we on the air conditioning front?”

He pulled his phone out and looked at his texts. “They should be here any minute.” Not two seconds after he said that a van with a company logo on the side of it pulled up in the drive out front.

“Awesome. Until they’re done with that I’m gonna be out here,” she told him as they both stood up, “taking a swim to deal with the muggy Louisiana heat.” She grabbed her cell phone and turned on some music before she dove into the pool.

When Klaus came to tell her that the air was fixed he found her doing handstands in the pool. When she came back up for air she saw him smiling at her. “I always forget you were a cheerleader.”

“Should I find ways to remind you?” she asked with an arched brow as she swam over to the steps and walked up them.

“Perhaps you should ask Caroline to send you your uniform.” He told her with a smirk and his hands folded in front of him.

“I might just do that.” she laughed then saw the air conditioning van leave. “Is it fixed?”

“Yes, it should be cool soon.” He told her, placing his hand on her cheek, hating what this pregnancy was doing to her.

They were walking through the back door when Rebekah found them. “You were right. The girl, Cami, she’s the key. Marcel likes her, and because of that I got to see the secret weapon of his that you’ve been going on about.”

Katie had heard about the secret weapon that let Marcel have control over the witches, but she had no idea who Cami was. She made a mental note to ask Klaus about her later. “Well, don’t stand on ceremony. What is it?” Klaus asked.

“It’s not a what, it’s a who. A girl, Davina. She can’t be more than 16 and I have never felt power like that.” Rebekah told him.

“A witch.” Klaus gathered.

“She’s not just any witch. She’s something I’ve never seen before, something beyond powerful and now because of you she has Elijah. Who knows what she could do to him.” Rebekah told them.

“Where is she?” Klaus asked.

Rebekah opened her mouth to answer, but stopped. “That clever bitch…I don’t know.”

“Why not?” Katie asked curiously.

“She wiped my memory of the location.” Rebekah answered then looked at Klaus. “Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an original and you handed our brother to him!” she yelled at him. “How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?” she turned and headed for the door.

“I did what I had to do!” Klaus yelled at her. “Marcel took our home.”

“And our home is worthless without family!” Rebekah turned and yelled back. “I am finding Elijah, whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?”

“Whatever it takes.” He agreed then looked back at Katie, who had been standing a few feet away from the arguing siblings, then back at Rebekah.

“I’m…gonna go dry off.” Katie said with a point up stairs.

“Yes why are you soaked anyway?” Rebekah asked.

“I’ll let Klaus take this one.” Katie told her then went upstairs and left Klaus to tell or not tell Rebekah about the new development.

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That afternoon she was sitting on the bed, working on a song in the back of her journal with earbuds in her ears when Klaus walked in and looked over her shoulder at the book. I will hold my head up high. You will never see me cry. I’ll smile and say I’m good, but I would fall apart if I could. She wrote a line then scratched it out, stared at the book for a second, wrote something else then scratched it out again, sighed then threw the book into the corner of the room with an aggravated growl. He pulled an ear bud out making her jump and look behind her. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know you’re suffering from writer's block.” He told her and she took the other bud out of her ear. “What’s weighing you down, Little Phoenix?” he sat down beside her and pulled his leg up on the bed.

“The fact that your little phoenix may very well be burning out for the last time.” She told him quietly not looking at him, but at the brown, tan and red comforter on their bed.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed and pulled her into him, “you are not going to die, do you hear me?”

“We don’t know that.” she argued. “What if having this baby takes everything out of me and I simply slip away?” a tear slipped down her cheek and he wiped it away. “What if by the time this baby comes I am 100 percent human? What if-”

He put his hand over her mouth to shut her up and when he moved his hand she bit her lips shut. “We could spend the coming months asking what-ifs.” he pointed out. “Or we could take things day by day and make the most of each passing moment.” Katie took in a deep breath as she lifted her shoulders then let them fall as she let the breath out. “We are in un-traversed territory. Do not let your mind run away with you, yes?”

“Okay.” She told him with a nod.

“Yeah?” he asked again, looking for a little more oomph from her.

“Yeah.” She answered again, but it wasn’t good enough.

“Smile.” He told her and she pulled her lips back awkwardly showing off her perfect teeth. “You’re silently growling at me again, Love. Smile or I will find a way to make you smile.”

She pursed her lips and glared at him exaggeratedly making him realize that she was now messing with him. When he started tickling her sides and attacked her neck with a growl, a genuine laugh left her. “Okay, okay, okay. You win. I’m smiling.” She laughed and he pulled away to look her in the eyes and she slipped her hand over his cheek. “Thank you, Big Bad Wolf.”

“Any time, Little Phoenix.” He replied then pressed his lips to hers. When the kiss broke she pulled her tank top over her head, then took his thin long sleeved shirt off him and pulled it over her head. She gathered up the sleeves that hung over her hands in her fist and wrapped her arms around herself. “If you are cold I can turn the air up.” He told her with a smirk.

“I know where the thermostat is at, but this way I get to smell like you.” she argued and sniffed her shoulder. He shook his head and moved around so that he was leaning back on the head board then pulled her into his lap. “Plus I like the view.” He chuckled at her. “Seriously though, if you don’t want me to wear your shirts I won’t. I know some guys complain that girls' boobs stretch out the fabric and they don’t fit right anymore.”

“Believe it or not most men find it quite sexy when their woman wears their shirt.” He assured her and she smiled, a bit of a blush coloring her cheeks for the first time in a while. She got quiet, memorizing his lean muscular torso as she trailed the fingertips of one hand over it. “What’s on your mind love?” he asked knowing from her hand that played with her necklace that she was thinking about something more than just how much she liked the view.

“Who’s Cami?” she asked, not looking up from her hands on his torso.

“A bartender at Rousseau’s.” he answered simply.

“A bartender is somehow the key to finding Davina?” she asked, trying to make sense of the information he’d been withholding. He’d been giving her detailed play by plays of his outings, but he hadn’t mentioned Cami.

“She has caught Marcel’s eye and she’s human. We can use that against him.” he explained.

“I’ve only met Marcel once, but he totally had an ‘I’m hot, I know it and I’m a total player’ vibe going on. What’s so special about a bartender that would make a guy like him so interested?” She asked.

“She’s beautiful and an abnormal physiology major, so she’s smart.” He answered.

“Beautiful, smart, probably able to read you like an open book…doesn’t sound like your type at all.” Katie replied with an attitude.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” he asked with a bit of a frown.

“A little, yeah.” She answered, not one for being vague or playing silly immature games.

“I thought you trusted me.” he pointed out.

“I do it’s just…” she sighed, hating that she was being like this, but she couldn’t help it. “You haven’t mentioned her and apparently she has a decent part to play in the destruction of Marcel’s kingdom. Meanwhile I’m stuck here while you go out and about without any kind of indication that you’re taken. And you’re hot and as far as anyone knows available and the thought of someone hitting on you makes me want to punch something.” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “I know I’m being insecure and silly and jealous an-” he cut her off with a kiss then pulled away and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“I haven’t told you about her because if I did I’d have to tell you that I compelled her to go on a date with Marcel tonight then to tell me where he goes and who he sees. I’d have to tell you that I am toying with a woman’s emotions and making her date a man she sees as bad for her in order to use her as a spy.” he explained. “I knew you wouldn’t approve and you are stressed enough as it is. I didn’t want to make things worse.”

She sighed and brushed her fingers through her hair. “I…have a confession.” He pursed his lips with a frown and tilted his head at her. “I found the daggers that you hid under Rebekah’s coffin and moved them. I didn’t tell you because I knew you would get mad when I tell you that I’m not going to tell you where I put them.”

Klaus moved to the edge of the bed, opened the bottom drawer of his bedside table, took out a false bottom and pulled out two daggers wrapped in a dark blue cloth. “You mean these daggers?” he asked as he showed them to her.

“You knew?” she asked with a confused frown and he nodded. “Are you mad?”

“I was at first, but I know you just as well as you now me, Sweetheart.” He told her with a smirk. “You’re protecting your village. Doing your best to ensure our baby has the best possible life. I can’t be mad at you for that.”

“And I can’t be mad at you for using Cami to get to Marcel. I’m sorry for getting jealous and for moving the daggers.” She told him as she scratched the back of her neck, ashamed of her actions.

“It seems we have underestimated each other.” he told her.

“Well, your super heightened personality trait is your temper so…” she pointed out.

“Yes, but yours is your open minded understanding.” He countered. “And it seems that when it comes to you…you have rubbed off on me.” she blinked and gave him a fleeting smile. “No more secrets.”

“No more secrets.” She agreed with a nod.

He took a deep breath as he picked up the daggers and wrapped them back up in the cloth then sighed as he said, “I am going to regret this…” he grabbed her hand and put the daggers in it then closed her hand around them. “Hide them better this time. That loose brick was way too easy to spot.”

“Well, I did learn my object hiding skills from the same guy who hid the moonstone in a bowl of soaps and a white oak stake in the pile of firewood.” She shrugged. “You sure you won’t hate me the next time you feel like daggering one of your siblings?”

“I’m sure I’ll be livid, but I could never hate you.” he answered as he watched her lean over the edge of the bed and put the daggers back where he’d gotten them from to be hidden later.

“And you already know I could never hate you.” she told him as she moved back to sit in his lap. “So did you tell Rebekah about the new development with me and this pregnancy?” she asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yes I did.” He answered.

“And now that a rush has been put on the order of one original brother, what’s the plan?” she asked.

“I’m simply going to ask Marcel for him back.” he answered simply.

“And if he tells you no?” she asked

“War.” He answered as if it were the obvious answer.

“Awesome.” She sighed and let her head fall forward onto his chest. After a few minutes she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. “So I’ve been wondering for a while now-”

“Uh oh.” He commented.

“It’s not an uh oh.” She told him with a shake of her head and a pointed look. “What did you look like when you were a kid? You’ve seen baby pictures of me and pictures of me growing up, but I’ve only ever seen you as you are now, and in the early to mid 1800’s when you had long hair. I like it like this, by the way.” She said with a point to his short hair.

Klaus took her hand and kissed the underside of her wrist and the image of a young boy looking at his reflection in the trickling water of a river took over her mind's eye. He looked to be around nine or ten with light blond hair that stopped at his eyebrows, blue eyes and cheeks that Katie liked to call pinch-able. When he took his lips from her wrist the image faded. “You were a cute kid.” She told him with a small smile.

“And you were a chubby kid.” He told her with a cheeky smile.

“I grew out of it…eventually.” She told him defensively. “Speaking of which, I’m hungry.” She pushed herself off of him and headed down to the kitchen.

He watched her start cooking dinner. “Elijah said you couldn’t cook.”

“I couldn’t cook in the eighteen hundreds.” Katie corrected him. “And I really don’t like cooking now since I was forced to take home economics by my misogynistic grandfather.” She told him. “But I can, if I have to.” He watched her place two chicken breasts on a cutting board. “Do you like chicken parmesan?” she asked as she started looking through the drawers in the kitchen for a meat mallet. He hummed a positive answer. “Good because it’s the only thing we have the ingredients for and it also happens to be one of my best dishes.” He watched her pound the chicken breasts flat then start getting ready to batter the chicken. “I should probably start eating healthier now that I can’t rely on my vampire metabolism to keep me from gaining weight.” She pointed at him with the mallet, “So no more ice cream apologies.”

“Should I remove the four pints from the freezer then?” he asked with a point at the refrigerator.

“Hold up, let’s not go that far.” He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Okay, yeah maybe.” She sighed. “I think being a vampire has spoiled me even more than you have.”

After watching her cook for a few minutes he hopped down off the stool and placed his hands on her hips turning her to face him then pecked her on the lips. “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” she asked with a motion to the oven.

“It’s a surprise.” He answered then kissed her again and let her go. “I’ll be back before dinner is ready.”

TVDTVDTVD

She was setting the table in the small dining room when Klaus walked in with a bottle of already chilled wine and two glasses and set them on the table. “It’s non-alcoholic.” He pointed out before she could say anything.

While she got their plates he poured the wine then sat down for dinner. After they had eaten half of the dinner she asked, “So…what do you think?”

“If I didn’t know you didn’t like cooking I would suggest you go to culinary school and become a chef.” He told her, making her smile with pride. They tried the wine at the same time and she was relieved when he made a face and forced himself to swallow. Katie couldn’t even make herself swallow it and spit it back into the glass. “You’re cooking is a hit and my beverage choice was a miserable plop.”

“I appreciate the thought.” Katie told him trying to make him feel better.

“No worries I always have a plan B.” he told her and a woman walked into the room, set a clean wine glass down in front of them then cut her wrist and filled Katie’s glass then Klaus’s. “I thought you might be getting tired of cold blood bags.”

Katie took a drink and hummed at the flavor and warmth of it. “You thought right.” The woman walked over to stand next to the fireplace and tucked her hands neatly in front of her. “You gotta bring girls home more often.” She told him as she set her glass down. When she looked up at him she saw a suggestive smirk on his face. “That…is not how I meant that.” she pointed out with an awkward look.

“I know, love.” He laughed. “And I would bring you fresh blood more often, but this town has rules about feeding on the locals. I still don’t know who’s local and who’s not. So I nabbed one of the tourists from Marcel’s party before she drank too much or was fed on by any of Marcel’s nightwalkers.” She looked over at the girls hand to see and M stamped on it with black ink.

“You’re awesome.” She told him with a smile then took another drink of the blood.

He was starting to understand that ‘you’re awesome’ was her version of I love you. The thought made him start to wonder when she was going to let herself say it and give into him. They were having a child together and dealing with everything her pregnancy brought with it. What was it going to take for her to finally let herself fully have him?

They ate in silence until they were done. “You’ve gotten quiet on me, Big Bad Wolf.” she pointed out. “Something on your mind?”

“Nope, just enjoying your cooking before it gets cold.” He answered with a shake of his head.

She didn’t believe him, but she let it go. “So, since we can’t go out on dates, what do you say we sit down at least once a week and have dinner together?”

“Will you cook?” he asked with an interested look as he put his elbows on the table and placed his hands together.

“Of course.” She answered.

“I thought you didn’t like cooking.” He pointed at her.

“I like cooking for you.” she admitted with a shy smile. “I can’t impress you with my sad painting skills, but I can with my cooking.”

“Then it’s a date.” He told her then sat back in the chair and Katie smiled.

“You think Sophie would share her gumbo recipe with me?” she asked curiously.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to even smell it without getting sick.” He said with an amused smirk.

“Now that the morning sickness has backed off for the most part I’ve kind of been craving it.” she admitted and he smiled, happy that she was finding things about New Orleans that she liked.

TVDTVDTVD

That night they laid in bed, Katie on her back with Klaus’s hand on her stomach as they both listened to the baby’s heartbeat. “What do you want it to be?” she asked curiously.

“Healthy.” He answered.

“No, what gender?” she laughed.

“A strong, beautiful, green eyed, auburn or copper haired girl so I can spoil like her mother.” He looked up from her stomach to her eyes. “What about you?”

“I want a strong, sweet, blond headed, blue eyed boy like his handsome father.” She answered. “A prince to take over his father’s kingdom one day. That way his father can show his mother the world.” She smiled when Klaus smiled and pressed his lips to hers not taking his hand off her stomach.

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