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fletchysohot · 2 years ago

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VIII.

Sumer fun in the sun (and a lil spice)

You join your best friend on a summer all expenses payed trip to spend some time on a fancy yacht in the Mediterranean sea. What you don't account for is her boyfriend's hot friend also being there.

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The Mediterranean sun burns hot, making the deck of the yacht smell of dry charred wood mixed with the salt from the sea filling the air. You walk out of the safe cool shade of the cabin hissing the moment your bare feet reach the burning surface of the deck. Your eyes scan the space for a comfortable seat, to read your book while catching some sun rays - to work on your tan. As you move you let yourself stretch the muscles of your body, still feeling the lingering feeling of last night, and the man who you spent the night with.

You get comfortable on one of the deck chairs and let yourself get lost in your book. Your mind wanders back to just a few hours ago, when you were engulfed in the touches of the man, his soft, laboured breaths in your ears. Your fingers touch the space where your collarbone meets your neck, where only hours ago he worshipped you like you were a goddess, only for it to now become a measly patch of soft, pillowy skin. The feeling of his strong hands on your hips - now only a memory. You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the memories - after all this is what you wanted. You asked for this when you let yourself give in to his smile and gorgeous eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” The sound of Mason’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Hey you!” you smile shielding your eyes from the sun with your book.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, sliding into the chair next to you, the warm summer breeze playing with his hair making you chuckle.

“Yeah pretty decent,” you flash a grin at him. “What about you? Had a good night?”

“Oh yeah me, Ben, Grealo and the girls stayed up playing beer-pong and shit… You should have stayed with us!”

“And have you fight for my attention?” you tease. “I had to give the girls and beer pong a fair chance.”

“You wish!” Mason laughs.

“It’s just because you and Sasha are boring old hags.” Ben’s voice ringing from behind you startles you.

“Who are you calling a hag, bro?!” you swat your book at him as he sits at the foot of your chair making Mason laugh loudly.

“No but for real,” Ben says, glaring at Mason. “It was really great! I’m glad we did this.”

You chuckle, about to say something when Mason interrupts you. “Kai! My boy!” he shouts wolf whistling “You absolute dog!”

You look over your shoulder to see Kai Havertz emerge with one of the instagram models the boys dragged along, by his side giggling about something he must have said. You thank the stars that you are wearing sunglasses so the others don’t see you roll your eyes.

“So that’s why you were not at beer pong last night!” Ben exclaims, wiggling his eyebrows.

The german shoots them a cheeky smile which makes your stomach churn into a knot. You glance at him, not meeting his eyes.

“Good morning,” he says, letting his palm graze your shoulder, making something bubble inside your chest.

“Hi Kai,” you say coldly “Sleep well?”

“Fantastic.” You don’t need to face him to know he is giving you a lazy half smile.

“Good to know.” You return your gaze to your book, trying to act unimpressed by the addition of an instagram girl at his side.

“How about you?” he asks.

“Decent, nothing to write home about.” You shrug and finally look at him expecting to see a reaction, but all you receive is a polite and friendly smile. You can’t lie, there is a certain part of you that feels hurt and angry at his coolness. You clench your jaw to not show any semblance of emotion.

“Anyways,” you bite back a reaction, not wanting to give him even an ounce of the satisfaction he just robbed you of, “I’m gonna leave you guys to catch up I need some water… See you later." You ignore the protests of your friends making your way back into the cabin. Truth be told you need to get a grip, away from Kai and his girl.

The coolness of the kitchen in contrast to the heat of the deck covers your skin in prickly goosebumps. You lean against one of the counters rubbing your face, a desperate attempt at trying to remove the heat from your cheeks. The quiet that surrounds you allows you to finally let out the breath you have been holding in for the last ten minutes. You open the tap and rub your hands under the running water as if trying to wash off the memory of his sweaty skin against your palms. You bite back tears of frustration at your own stupidity. You shut off the water bringing your cool hands to your face once again as if trying to cool off the mess of emotions bubbling behind your eyes and in your head. Memories of you and him come rushing back to you instantly. You bite back the sour taste of remembering how your limbs had been intertwined on this same counter not even a day earlier, the same one your lower back is currently pressed against. You can almost feel his body pinning you against the cool marble once again, his lips on yours telling you how hot and perfect you are. The slow rocking of the boat mimicking the way he would guide your body back and forth to feel better. You bite your lip remembering the feelings that he had made you experience, almost being able to map him out again just by standing here. You let your fingers trace the curves of your body the places he had touched, throwing your head back feeling pleasure creep up in your stomach again. As you slowly let your fingers run from your hip to your inner thigh, biting down your lip and closing your eyes you hum his name to yourself.

Suddenly you hear the sound giggling approach and you quickly straighten up pretending to be interested in the contents of the fruit basket, that you had already become familiar with when you knocked it over the night prior. Within seconds two girls appear around the corner. You have barely had time to talk to them as they have been circling the boys like fruit flies, although you recognize the tall brunette as the girl Kai had shown up with this morning.

You’ve agreed to come on this trip as Sasha’s friend, after Jack dragged her with him on his “big lads on tour summer break bonanza” or whatever they call it. You and Sasha have been friends from way back when Jack had barely broken through first team ranks and she was still an up and coming model, but since then you have been an inseparable duo. Sasha and you had always spent a girls holiday away together with your other friends, but this year Jack had practically begged his girlfriend to tag along and so she had dragged you along as well citing “What bad could happen on an all expenses paid holiday on a yacht with a couple of close friends?”. Then of course the close friends of your close friends had invited a few girls they had met and here you were, surrounded by a bunch of football players and instagram models. Of course you weren’t complaining as Sasha had made sure you were treated like a queen, besides you had already been pretty chummy with Ben due to social functions at Sasha and Jack's, and you and Mase had clicked instantly from day one. The boys had treated you like one of the gang quick enough, probably because you were Jack’s VIP for the time being. The only one who you had not instantly become friends with was Kai.

The two of you had spent the first few nights sharing glances and exchanging lingering touches disguised as something purely accidental. Then one of the days you had caught him watching you from the safe shadow of the cabin door, while you and Sasha were sunbathing on the front of the boat - the laser sharp focus of his blue eyes slowly untying the loose strings of your bikini bottoms making you feel your skin tingle with shivers that felt like pure fire. You had smiled at him, excusing yourself, saying you wanted to quickly give your mom a call. Once you made it inside you had pulled him into one of the bathrooms.

“What do you think you are doing?” you asked looking up at him, which was a huge mistake because the moment your eyes met you felt something in your stomach drop.

“I was just looking at the sea,” he smiled down at you a lazy grin on his face.

“Yeah sure that’s what you were doing,” you breathed feeling his fingers slide up and down your side.

“You didn’t like it?” he asked quietly as he tugged at the string and it came undone.

“I never said I didn’t like it.” You smiled letting your nails slowly run down his arms feeling him flex under your touch. “Kai.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.” His lips were on your neck.

“Like what?” you pressed against him feeling him against your stomach, “Kai.”“You accent,” his breathing was unsteady. “Say it again.”

“Kai,” you purred, “please?”

He didn’t answer, just gripped you so your legs were around his waist within seconds and his mouth was roaming every inch he could get to. Your voice hoarse from whispering his name over and over again by the end of it. And then you would move along without a second thought, two ships in the night, a relationship built only on meetings in secret when it was convenient, leaving both of you panting and your heads spinning. And then you would always go back to Sasha and watch Kai have other girls all over him. But it was okay because you would never fall asleep next to him, in his arms. You never let it get that intimate. Until last night.

“Eyo!” Sasha's waving hand in front of your face brings you out of your daydream. “You here?”

“Yeah,” you blush, unaware how long you've been zoned out looking at the fruit basket. “Just zoned out.”

“You okay?” Her face full of concern.

“Yeah… just got a bit hot in the sun I think," you brush it off. You hate lying to your best friend, but you don't know how to tell her the truth. You don't want to admit spending the night with Kai has made your head all a mess. And you don't want to admit that seeing him with the girl just a pair of hours after you were the one curled against him practically ripped your heart out.

“Oh babe didn't you wear a hat?” she asks, her voice sounding dangerously close to that of a mother hen.

“Yeah love,” you say “I went out to read this morning and I think I forgot to get some water, that's why I'm in here."

“You feeling better?” her eyes are still full of worry.

“Yes!” You smile. “I was actually heading back outside! Let's go relax and enjoy some fresh air!”

The suggestion seems to take away all the worry from her big doey eyes and replaces her face with excitement. Seeing her happy like this momentarily takes away all the worries plaguing you for a moment.

The two of you make your way back to the deck where everyone is already celebrating the holidays. You see Ben chatting up a leggy redhead a little bit away while Mason and Jack are having what you would best describe as an idiot-off by the edge of the boat, but judging by the group of girls around it's very entertaining. The only person you cannot seem to get your eyes on is Kai. You breathe out a sigh of relief at the realisation that you can avoid the german.

Your joy however soon ends when you see movement at the end of the boat. Soon Kai's body appears on the ladder, water dripping from his black hair. Your eyes follow the droplets as they map out the smooth curves and angles of his perfectly chiselled chest and then move lower down to his abdomen. The water making his shorts heavy, sticking low on his hips. You bite your cheek trying to keep your eyes off his hips, you move to look at the way the veins pop on his forearms where he grips the ladder, every muscle bulging as he moves. By the time you realise you are staring and Sasha's been talking, it's too late. You meet Kai's eyes and you feel your breath hitch at the way droplets cling to his lashes.

“I'll be right back, Sash,” you panic, all you know is you need to get away before the tears in your eyes spill. “I'll run and get a hat."

“Okay,” she smiles, “I'll go make sure Jack doesn't get hurt with this wrestling match-on-a-ledge.”

“Okay see you in a few.” You pray she didn't pick up on the way your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

You practically run to your bedroom praying no one will bump into you, see the tears currently adorning your cheeks. You reach the room and fall into the bed gasping for air between sobs. Why does this man have such an impact on you and your feelings. Why couldn't you be like other girls and let yourself enjoy a summer-holiday-no-strings-attached moment like other girls had always done?

You hear the door open and turn around expecting to see Sasha, already trying to come up with an excuse she would believe, but instead you are met by his ocean blue eyes. The eyes that make you feel like every inch of your body is made out of poison, poison that only he can suck out and make you feel okay again.

“Hey I- Are you crying?” He looks at you concerned, shutting the door behind him.

“What do you want?” Your words come out harsher than you intended, but good, he deserves it.

“I wanted to talk!” His defences kick in.

“Talk about what? Or do you mean - quick blowjob?” Your voice is soaked with resentment and anger as you wipe tears from your cheeks.

“What has gotten into you?” he asks, his face contorting with anger or is it disgust? You don't reply, only watch him from where you are sitting in your bed.

“You've barely talked to me today. I almost feel like you are avoiding me.” He says.

“Oh you noticed I'm not in a mood to talk to you?” You know you have no right to be this way but you need to get the hurt out, before it tears you apart. “Thought you were busy with the model girl… the one you must have fucked after I left your bed.”

“Why are you bringing her up? You jealous or something?” He spits in anger. “What do you want from me?”

You don't reply but look away, shame clouds your features, tears threaten to spill again. The clump in your throat hurts against your windpipe.

“At first I wanted you to just fuck me,” you confess still not meeting his eyes, digging your nails into your own shoulders “but then I got greedy… and wanted you to love me. I wanted to be yours and no one else's.”

Silence falls across the room. You finally meet his eyes, trying to get a read on his emotions.

#football fanfic #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #premier league #chelsea fc #fluff #cfc #chelsea #fiction #kai havertz #afc #arsenal fc #ucl #champions league #sasha rebecca #mason mount #ben chilwell #jack grealish

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roseofithaca · 10 months ago

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Gore AU Silver

(Artwork by @idiotwithanipad - with extra thanks for letting Silver be part of her horrifying AU 😅🥰)

Physically, Gore Silver is similar to normal, except for her sallow skin, extra filthy hair and clothes from where she lay in the dirt, the blood leaking from her nose and ears, and the paleness in her eyes from where she lost her sight in her final moments. She also never stays still, even when asleep, and is constantly moving, skipping and dancing.

Gore Silver exists by the same rules as her normal version. She's only awake for three nights and two days of the month, at the full moon, and sleeps for the four weeks before waking again. Her state of sleep varies based on the phases of the moon.

However, as ghosts in this AU are trapped in the state of mind as when they died, Silver is permanently on her magic mushroom induced high. She is constantly smiling and giggling, even in brief moments of fear or sadness or anger, much like Joaquin Phoenix's Joker. Her brain aneurism has left her completely blind, but she's not really aware of this as her brain is always hallucinating. She believes she exists in a magical Fae like world. She's rarely afraid and constantly wants to dance and sing and play beneath the moon. Her speech is much more whimsical and childlike (fans of Buffy can think of Drusilla, minus the psychopathy).

As with normal Silver, Gore Silver was discovered by Gore Robin who watched her die and who she begged to stay with her. Gore Robin has the same loyalty and desire to protect as canon Robin but is a lot more hardened and distant. Silver is technically his "foundling cub" but he brings her to the one who truly rules the land outside the house; Gore Mary. Gore Mary instantly claims the child as her own, believing she'll be put the stake for being a witch as she was.

In her delusional state, Silver mistakes Mary for the Goddess Hekate, protector of witches, and Robin as one of her hounds. As she cannot see Robin, she can only feel his fur and thinks "Puppy!" as she loved dogs so much in life, she's constantly trying to hang onto him for comfort and protection. Robin does so, mostly out of orders from his "Mistress" to protect her and make sure she doesn't fall down any holes or walk through livings, but also a buried compulsion to look after a lost child. Silver is like an annoying cub around Robin always petting him and trying to get him to play and sometimes he'll give her a warning bite or growl but she's never afraid, she can't even feel pain.

Her relationship with Gore Mary is like that of Demeter and Persephone. Gore Mary is TERRIFYINGLY protective of her adoptive daughter, often appearing to grab her and whisk her away in a cloud of smoke to get her away from danger. Gore Mary doesn't trust anyone in the house and they're as fearful of her. Silver is desperate for friends and often sneaks away to try to call out to Kitty or Amy before her "guardians" herd her back to the forest. Despite this, she does love and respect her "Mummy", though she can't hug her too tight as she's mostly a skeleton. Most of the time she'll just lie with her head beside Mary's lap and let the charred woman sing and stroke her hair while she talks to the stars. Mary believes Silver is her baby that "didn't make it till morning" returned to her and calls her "Little'en" as in canon.

Gore Silver's sleep is a lot less peaceful. They start off okay but as the moon wanes and darkens, she suffers the same seizures she had on the night she died. The blood that is always leaking from her ears and nose gets heavier. Where she rides a mega high when awake, here she crash lands and descends into hell, writhing and screaming and crying on the bed. Robin constantly patrols her bed, growling and scaring off any who come near, sometimes curling up close beside her so she can hold onto his furs. Mary kneels at her daughter's head and sings to try to calm her. When her nightmares are very bad, they ripple out and cause all other ghosts and livings on the site to have nightmares as well.

Eventually Gore Silver learns to use her giggles to see through echolation, similar to a bat, but this grants her little independence as she's basically insane, though not dangerous - she is still bound by her Wiccan code of "An it harm none, do what thou will." That very much does NOT apply to her mother and guardian who will burn and maul anyone who so much as looks at her wrong.

Gore Silver can either be found asleep under Robin's protective guard, or when awake she's spinning and dancing and singing Evanescence or one of the emo bands she loved in life. She can be seen talking to animals and trees and rocks pretending they're her friends (part of the reason Robin has such complicated feelings for her is that she's a lot like him, or his kids, before he died and went mad). If Amy ever manages to sneak out, the two will no doubt be playing somewhere together, having to communicate through tapping each other as one is blind and the other mute.

#bbc ghosts #oc: silver #gore au #bbc ghosts fanart #mary guppy #robin the caveman #others oc

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cicadas-in-late-nights · 2 years ago

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1903 ─ In the heart of the gloomy forest deep, where shadows dance, and secrets keep, tall trees, like sentinels, stand guard, their branches twisted, leaves charred. The air is heavy with whispers untold, mysteries hidden in roots so old, a canopy dark, where the sunlight weeps, in this enigmatic forest, darkness creeps. Yet, amid the murk, there's beauty rare, in the stillness of the damp, cool air, moss-covered stones and ferns so green, in this gloomy world, a tranquil scene. The eerie calls of creatures unseen, echo through the woods, serene, owls hoot and wolves softly sigh, beneath the solemn, starry sky. Beneath the boughs, a world of dreams, where magic lingers in moonbeam streams, the gloomy forest, a place of wonder, where nature's secrets tear asunder. So venture forth with cautious tread, in this forest of shadows, fear no dread, for in its depths, a tale unfolds, of mysteries and beauty, as nature molds.

/ 𝐨𝐧-𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐨𝐟-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 /

In the heart of the jungle, where emerald leaves kiss the sky, lies a world enchanted, where ancient secrets lie. The rainforest, a lover, in verdant splendor dressed, a realm of untamed passion, where nature's love is blessed. The canopy, a tender touch, where leaves and vines entwine, in a dance of endless longing, where the sun and shadows twine. With every drop of rain that falls, a whispered, sweet caress, upon the earth's lush bosom, where love and life confess. Misty veils of morning rise, like a lover's soft embrace, as toucans serenade the dawn, in this wild, romantic place. In the heart of the rainforest, where passion's fire burns bright, each creature's song is poetry, in the soft and sultry night. Beneath the emerald canopy, where orchids brightly bloom, two jaguars may rendezvous, amid the silent gloom. Their golden eyes, like stars above, reflect the moon's sweet kiss, in the heart of the rainforest, where love is purest bliss. So, let us cherish this Eden, where love and life are one, in the rainforest's embrace, where our journey has begun. For in its depths, we find a love, both wild and deeply true, the rainforest, our beloved, forever entwined with you.

#𝑑ᥱᥲr d͟i͟a͟r͟y͟ ！#in 1903

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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Of Nights So Hollow, Of Legends So Great

Night Culture AU!Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: Angst, Uh..Scary? I guess?

Author's Note: This is based on the wonderful @bunnvoid Night Culture AU and I felt compelled to write this at midnight because I couldn't stop thinking about it. Bunn, I hope I did your ideas justice! Honestly, I keep going back and forth between the drawings to make sure! I had fun writing it! -Thorne

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It was said that at the heart of every legend there was a grain of truth. Legends are just pieces of history fabricated beyond wildest belief, built upon by centuries of retelling, each story sewing a new thread into the tapestry from whence it came. But that’s all that legends are. Threads twined together, woven greater and farther than the original fable.

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The old castle was a legend. Perhaps not the castle itself, but what supposedly resided inside. Supernatural creatures that skirted down cobblestone alleys and between taverns, seeking out fresh blood in the night. That was one form of the legend, if you believed it. The other form was that of creatures who skirted down cobblestone alleys and between taverns, seeking out evil and destroying it where it plagued innocence.

The chateau lied in the midst of the Devilwood Wilds, just outside the City of Old Gotham. Even during the days when the sun would peek through the gray clouds, it appeared gloomy, blackened stone walls, charred shingles and shutters. The giant Devilwood and Shadow trees prevented sight of the doors of the castle; only the top could be seen, to get the real view, one would’ve had to go into the forest. There was another legend: the horrors of the Wilds.

Whispers on the school-grounds told of a creature, big and terrifying that could be summoned with ritual stones and fresh bat blood; those that summon the beast are never seen again. The adults were less convinced of the idea, though they still forbid their children from reaching even the edges of the forested area. Whilst they believed those that went in were never heard from again, it wasn’t from a creature eating them, but a lack of guidance. Starvation. Wild animals. The freezing fog that made your breath turn to frost.

Timothy remembers hearing those whispers when he passed the old schoolhouse. His mother and father didn’t let him interact with the common children, instead his lessons were taught by private tutors from the wealthiest lands, paid for with the Drake treasure of gold and gemstones.

What more so Timothy remembered was the inhuman being that appeared in his father’s manor, striking down his mother with a slash of black magic, his father following. He remembers the way his father’s eyes rolled back in his skull, fear spreading through his body as he hid in the corner of the room, whimpering and crying. And he most certainly remembered the cold hand of the demon sliding between his shoulder blades before it dug into his skin, piercing his flesh, laughing as he cried out in pain as pricks spread out along his back and down his arms.

Warmth bled down his back as black feathers pushed from his skin and Timothy panted as his fingernails grew in length, sharpening as they darkened. He remembered scrambling to his feet, darting away from the creature as he ran. Forgetting the corpses of his family and staff around him, throwing the door open, bursting into the night, and sprinting down the street, leaving a trail of bloody, black feathers in the direction of the Devilwood Wilds.

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The first night was the least remembered but the darkest. Violent and corrupting nightmares slithering inside his head as he tossed and turned along the frigid ground in a feverish deathlike state, the wings at his back only growing in size.

The second night was less nightmare-ridden, but much more painful. Timothy had pierced a wing on a stray Devilwood tree, the syrup like poison only infecting the wound. He was hungry and cold. Exhausted and scared. He tried to remember all the books he read as a child of the knights facing the elements for a week in order to ascend knighthood; he couldn’t seem to recall a thing.

The third night seemed to be his last. He lay huddled up against a raised Shadow tree root, the ebony wood providing stability for his wounded wing. Timothy sniffled, dragging his knees to his chest as he lay his chin on his arms, ignoring the grumbling of his stomach as it ate itself in hunger.

A tree branch creaked above him, and he craned his neck up, eyes widening when he saw the glowing eyes of the masked creature. The legends were right. The creature’s head twisted sideways, reminding Timothy of an owl, then the other way, like it was observing him. It made a noise and he scrambled to the floor of the forest, curling his injured wing above his head and over his body to protect himself.

THUNK!

Timothy whimpered, ready to be torn to shreds, but when no vicious claws or snapping teeth came at him, he carefully peered between his open wing. There lie a satchel, as long as his forearm and as wide as his middle was. He looked up towards the tree branch to where the creature had sat, but there was nothing there anymore; he glanced around, it wasn’t in sight.

He blinked and shuffled towards the satchel, untying the drawstrings with fumbling clawed hands. Inside lay a pair of thick wool socks, a small blanket, and another small bag. Timothy pulled it from the satchel and opened it; half a loaf of bread and a chunk of meat the size of his hand were stowed inside.

Timothy forewent the etiquette he was taught as a child, giving into his ravenous desire as he devoured the meat. It was tender and juicy, the glaze a mixture of honey and cinnamon.

A memory flowed to his mind, the dinner after the rising of the first star, his family and staff all surrounding the dining table, a divine feast laid before them. The smiling faces of his mother and father stilled his hunger and he placed the food back in the satchel, uncurling the wool blanket. Timothy lay underneath the raised Shadow tree roots, one wing curled around him, and he fell into a restless sleep with tears frozen on his cheeks.

***

When he awoke the next morning, his wing was no longer torn and infected. A new feather had appeared where the wound had been. Timothy wanted to learn to fly. He’d owned a bird once. A Ruby Firebird, with long, crimson-colored feathers and big ruby eyes. It had been his only real friend and he’d watched it a lot. It couldn’t be that hard.

He stretched his wings out, unable to fight the urge to touch them with a single black claw. It tingled. Timothy blinked and beat them, unsure. He beat them again, this time a little harder, keeping at it until with each beat he was able to blow the long grass flat against the ground. A giddy smile came across his lips when the tips of his toes grazed the ground.

What he had not counted on was how tired he was going to get after only a few brief minutes of trying. His wings felt sore. Timothy would try again tomorrow to rise above the tall grass.

***

The creature would appear at odd times during the night and Timothy had stopped feeling the cold fear in his gut when it did. It never came near him; it just watched with the cocked head, back and forth, then would drop the satchel again and disappear. Sometimes there were scribbles inside. He didn’t know what they meant; but he knew the language. Thaatisgani. An old language his writing teacher had shown him one day. A language long died out amongst the common and even the elite folk.

Timothy wanted to know what it meant. He wanted to know what the creature was. His determination drew him to the front of the castle during the night of the harshest season storm. Lighting crackled across the sky, the thunder rolled along the clouds and the rain came down in torrents. He was freezing and soaked to the bone and the weight of his wings had him crawling up the steps, collapsing at the door.

He weakly raised a clawed hand, one nail scratching the black glazed door and he descended into darkness.

***

His mother liked to wear scented oils. They smelled of Queen’s Briar and Golden Belladonna. Before he was older, she used to let Timothy sit beside her when she would apply them to her wrist and ears. She would smile at him and tell him stories of far away lands.

Warmth spread across his eyes, and he rolled over in what he thought was his dream, only to roll onto the ground, landing awkwardly on his wings. Timothy whined and unfolded himself off the ground, rubbing his eyes, only to see the creature a hair’s breadth away from his face.

Timothy choked on his fear and scrambled away, only for the creature to grab his shoulder.

“Stay.”

He halted, looking back at it. “You speak the common tongue?”

The creature stared at him. “You are Timothy Drake. Son of Earl Drake.”

“I am,” Timothy responded, then looked at his hands. “But my family is…is dead.”

“Killed by a slithering demon from the Farstead realm.”

Tears prickled Timothy’s vision. “It killed my parents and cursed me.” He looked at the creature. “I’m a monster.”

“You’re cursed to believe what you think you are.” The creature waved a glowing hand and Timothy blinked in shock as the wings disappeared and his hands turned to normal. “It’s merely an illusion. You’ve only been tainted with cursed magic.”

It was much too complicated for Timothy to pull apart now. “Can I be healed?”

The creature blinked its glowing obs. “Cursed magic cannot be healed…but it can be trained.” They leaned forward, getting in his face. “I can teach you to control and transform.”

“You’re not going to eat me?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“…Yes.”

“You hesitated just a bit right there.”

A bottle rolled out from the corner of the room and the creature sighed, turning its head to it. “Richard. Jason. Come here.”

Two young boys, not that much older than Timothy appeared from behind a corner, guilty looks on their faces as though they’d been caught eavesdropping.

The creature nodded to Timothy. “Take him upstairs. He is dirty and tired.”

The tallest one, Jason, crossed his arms over his chest. “Just like that, Bruce? You’re going to take the witch boy in?”

“Pot-kettle,” Richard coughed, smiling when Jason elbowed him.

The creature, now known as Bruce, sighed. “Take the boy. He is tired.”

Jason and Richard obeyed, each hauling Timothy up under the armpits, leading him to a dimly lit staircase.

“Are you two going to eat me?”

“Yes,” Jason replied without hesitation.

“Jason!” Richard barked. “Stop.” He looked down at Timothy. “We’re not going to eat you Timothy…we’re going to help you. And that includes having a warm bed to sleep in and hot food to eat.”

Tears once again gathered in Timothy’s eyes, and he lowered his head as he sniffled. For once since that night, he felt safe.

These were the legends that prowled the city streets. They were supposed to be vicious and dark, evil and bloodthirsty, not ribbing and warm.

But then again, what are legends, but threads twined together, woven greater and farther than the original fable?

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accioxreparo · 5 years ago

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ink stains

synopsis: soulmate au in which every mark that appears on your body also appears on your soulmate’s body including, as you discover one day, drawings. Needless to say you’re determined to make your soulmate smile, even if you haven’t found them yet.

pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi I’m late to the party but @thoseofgreatambition is doing a soulmate theme night and I’m a ho for soumate au’s so hopefully mine is decent enough lol also I may or may not be writing one for fred too but it’s taking me ages so

tagging: @the-hufflepuff-of-221b

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When you were six years old you woke up one morning to dark stains splattered all over your face and arms. You were confused and quickly grew panicked, absolutely positive that you had contracted Dragon Pox overnight. It had taken an hour for your dad to calm you down enough so he could explain with a small grin that your soulmate must’ve spilled an inkwell on themselves.

“What do you mean?” You had asked with wide, curious eyes.

“Well,” Your dad had reached for the bedside table and picked up a quil. “Everybody has a soulmate, Y/N. One day you start being able to see the marks that appear on your soulmate's body, permanent or temporary. For you, that day happens to be today.” He dipped the quil in a well filled with bright blue ink and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give it a try? Write your soulmate a message.”

“What if they don’t write back?” You had frowned then, suddenly worrying that maybe this mystery person on the other end would want nothing to do with you.

“Well that’s okay,” Your dad had been quick to reassure you. “They might not be able to see the marks yet. But one day they will and I just know they’ll be ecstatic to know you’re here.”

After that day there was a constant stream of doodles all over you. Vines snaking up your ankle. Twisting patterns winding around your fingers. Planets and stars littering your collarbone area. Stripes of random colors all over your palms as you mixed new colors. The most detailed pictures were always on your left arm though, that was where you practiced new drawings.

Occasionally you wrote a message but mostly you drew. Then one day you bought a book about charms to cast on drawings in Flourish and Blotts and you begged your dad every chance you got to cast them for you. After that at least a few pictures were always moving up and down your body.

When you got your very own wand at the age of eleven they were the first spells you practiced. By the end of your first year at Hogwarts you had mastered the whole book. Since then there was always a constant supply of different colored inks in your bag and pockets. The array of multicolored moving pictures that changed every day was your one connection to your soulmate.

They had yet to write back.

It had been ages since you first found your connection to your soulmate. You’d dealt with scars and bruises and occasional scribbled reminders but never once had you ever received even an acknowledgment of anybody seeing your drawings.

You tried not to let it bother you, you really did. But it seemed like every single person around you had known their soulmate for years, in one way or another. Some days the smile you wore wasn’t quite genuine, the longing you felt growing a little deeper at times, but never once did you fail to decorate your limbs with gentle reminders that you were there for your soulmate to find on themselves.

Not until that day. You were set to leave for school the next morning and your father had taken the week off of work to see you off. The two of you, your older brother, and your younger sister were probably too focused on the quidditch match you had going against each other in the backyard of your house. So much so that the bludger hit your way completely blindsided you.

The match ended with panicked shouts, a trip to St. Mungos, and your left arm wrapped tightly in cloth bandages as it rested in a sling while your bones healed.

It was only when you were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express that the strangest thing happened. Words scrawled in letters that weren’t your own had appeared on your right arm.

Nothing new today?

As you stared at the writing with wide eyes, more words appeared underneath those.

I’m sure this is bending the rules but I had to know. Something’s wrong isn’t it?

Frantically you dumped out the contents of your bag, scattering them all over the floor of the compartment. You dug around the mess you had made until you found a self-inking quil. Just as you were about to write your response you caught sight of the bandages on your arm and gave a defeated sigh.

“Would you like some help?”

You looked up and saw Luna, a friend of yours a couple years below you, watching you with an amused smile. The two of you would always sit up late in the common room together, swapping theories and stories about anything and everything.

“If you don’t mind,” You gave her a sheepish look and she only smiled before moving to sit next to you.

“What would you like me to write?” Luna asked as she took the quil out of your hand. You smiled and told her, watching as she took your arm and wrote out your words for you.

What makes you think something is wrong?

It was seconds later when you received your response.

Not once in the six years since I’ve been able to see your drawings have you let a day pass where you don’t add new ones. What’s wrong?

A smile graced your face and Luna was kind enough to help you continue the conversation happening on your arm.

I’m fine. Just a Quidditch injury. I’ll have the bandages removed by tonight, don’t worry.

Take your time. I don’t want you to hurt longer than you have to, love.

You were sure it was cheating, talking to your soulmate by writing messages on your arm. But if whatever soulmate forces were out there didn’t want you to talk to them then there shouldn’t have been such a simple loophole.

That’s what comforted you late that night, now gently scrawling messy words quickly on your arm that had been broken only the day before. Never before had you been more thankful for Skele-Gro.

Can I ask you something?

The print you wrote with was small on purpose, trying to keep as much room available as possible. It didn’t stop you, however, from doodling new little pictures on the back of your hand.

Go for it.

Why haven’t you ever said anything before? Why now?

You stared at the words you had written for a few moments before sighing and heading to the bathroom that was connected to your room. Only after staring at the words covering both arms now for a minute or two did you start washing away the ink you had put there.

For a minute you thought that you shouldn’t have asked. You stood in silence, watching as the remainder of the ink, the part written in your soulmates handwriting, was slowly washed away leaving only faint ink stains. Then to your relief a response came after it was all gone.

I was worried. And let’s just say I’m not as artistic as you are, my talents lie in other places.

For a second the writing stopped but then more words appeared, quicker than they had before.

Also I may have missed seeing you draw new pictures for me a little too much.

You beamed at the words and walked back to your bed. After the curtains were pulled around it you lit the end of your wand and picked up your quil again.

Do you like them? The pictures.

The response was almost immediate.

I love them.

***

“Miss Y/L/N.”

You jumped in your seat at the sound of a voice calling your name. Slowly you looked up from where you were taking notes on nonverbal spells. Professor Flitwick stood only a few feet away with an exasperated look on his face. Meanwhile both of the Weasley twins sat at their desk looking quite satisfied with whatever they had just done.

You’d been correct to assume they were behind whatever loud noise had been going on only minutes before. The desk the twins were sitting at was now charred and the other Gryffindors surrounding them were chatting excitedly about whatever it was you missed while your nose was buried in your charms book.

Neither Fred or George Weasley missed the fact that you were trying and failing to keep back an amused smile.

“You’ll be getting a new partner to do your project with,” Professor Flitwick lifted his wand and with a single flick a bag and a pile of unused textbooks was flying across the room and into the empty space next to you. “Mr. Weasley.”

Both boys stood at the same time wearing matching smirks and chorused, “Yes, Professor?”

You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your laugh when Professor Flitwick sighed and shook his head upon realizing that he really should have seen that coming. “Mr. George Weasley. Come meet your new partner.”

Oddly enough said person didn’t look disappointed by the new assignment at all. Instead he grinned as he approached you, sliding into the chair beside you easily.

You could count the number of times you had spoken to George Weasley on one hand. The first time had been during potions when he’d asked to borrow some foxglove for a pompion potion. It wasn’t the potion you’d been assigned to brew but you hadn’t questioned it. The second time he’d walked up to you and your friends after a quidditch match to congratulate Ravenclaw on their victory against Slytherin despite the fact that none of you were on the team. And the third time was only a few weeks before when he asked to borrow a spare quil in transfiguration.

You doubted he remembered any of that though.

“So partner,” George leaned on the desk, head resting on one of his hands as he looked at you. “What do you know about,” He reached over to look at the piece of parchment you’d been taking your notes on. “Nonverbal spells? That’s our topic?”

“It is,” You nodded and reached for your notes, hoping he wouldn’t flip over the parchment to see the drawings you’d absentmindedly doodled during the lecture. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all,” George’s smile turned softer then as he stared at you, a fact which you noticed. You turned away quickly as you felt your face burn, hoping silently that it wasn’t too noticeable. “On the contrary. From what I hear you’ve already mastered a few nonverbal spells yourself Y/N, dearest.”

You froze then, not sure which revelation surprised you more. The fact that apparently you had developed a reputation without you knowing or the fact that George Weasley of all people knew your name.

You tried your hardest to fight the temptation to ask how he knew you and why.

“Class is almost over,” Your words came out rushed and a little too loud to sound natural. It wasn’t a complete lie. In just ten minutes you’d all be dismissed and that was hardly enough time to make even a small dent into your project. “We should meet sometime before our next class to get started if we want to have it done by the due date.”

“You’re so...ravenclaw,” George spoke after a few moments. When you looked at him again he was still giving you that same soft smile, a different sort of glint in his eyes than the one you were used to seeing every now and then.

For a second your thoughts drifted to the words scrawled on your right arm and the pictures on your left. They were covered up by the sleeves of your sweater as they usually were but you could picture the words you and your soulmate had written to each other earlier that day clearly.

“Is that a bad thing?” You found yourself asking, for some strange reason not being able to bring yourself to pull away from George’s gaze.

“No,” He shook his head gently almost immediately. “It’s perfect.”

***

You had to give credit where credit was due. When it came down to it, George Weasley could in fact step up to the plate.

Even now, an early Sunday morning the day after a trip to Hogsmeade, he sat right in front of you.

You knew for a fact he had been up late the previous night causing his usual mischief alongside his brother. One of the Ravenclaw prefects had been patrolling the halls and you overheard him complaining about having to send the twins back to their dorm for the fourth day in a row when he entered the common room.

It had made you smile.

You’d spent at least a couple hours each day alongside George for the past two and a half weeks. Some of that time had indeed been spent on your project but you found it easier to talk to him than you thought it would be. You couldn’t even begin to count the variety of tales he told you just to hear you laugh.

That, however, meant that the two of you had developed a tendency to avoid your work resulting in you being behind. The next day the two of you would have to present in front of the class. You had already gotten away with postponing the presentation twice.

The first time you had told Professor Flitwick that you needed more time to gather as much information as the topic deserved. The second time George had eaten one of the products he had told you he was working on, one he called a nosebleed nougat. It had worked like a charm and the moment you left the classroom with him he ate another candy and it stopped.

It was the only reason the two of you had woken up at that godforsaken hour of the morning on a Sunday. There was simply no other option now.

“I think all of our research is done and I can write up some notes for us to remember during the presentation,” You reached for another roll of parchment from your bag to do just that before dipping your quil in an inkwell filled with bright blue ink. “But we still need to practice some nonverbal spells for the practical demonstration. What do you think we should -”

It wasn’t until you looked away from the pile of books in front of you and at George that you realized he had dozed off. His head was resting on his arms which were crossed on the desk in front of him and he looked almost peaceful for once.

The corner of a piece of parchment was sticking out from under one of his arms and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself. Slowly you leaned forward until you could reach the parchment and you began to sketch a field of flowers on the paper in various ink colors.

You didn’t notice your own smile as you did so.

Then the end of your quil brushed across George’s face and he almost immediately bolted up in his seat. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes once more he looked over only to find you biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“You look suspicious,” George narrowed his eyes at you playfully when he saw the look on your face, still not noticing the addition to his parchment.

“Do I?” You smiled then as you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in front of you.

“You do,” He leaned forward on the desk again and the grin you’d come to see on a regular basis returned. “May I ask why?”

“No reason at all. I’m just excited to learn some nonverbal spells is all,” You laughed as you stood from your seat, squinting a little at the late morning sun shining through the windows. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go search for some books a friend of mine recommended with some spells we could use.”

“Do we not have enough of those here?” George said as he glanced at the pile of no less than seven books, none of which he could remember anything about.

“Those are all on history and theory. We need something on practical application.”

“Right,” George let out a sigh as he reached for one of the unopened books. “You’re lucky I like you. I can’t remember the last time I did this much reading for a project.”

You hummed and then shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Don’t I feel honored.”

“Just get on with it,” George glanced up from the pages of the book he’d been flipping through and at you again, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Faster we finish with this, the sooner we can sneak into the kitchens for a late breakfast.”

You were quick to agree. George watched as you disappeared behind one of the bookshelves. It was only when he was sure you were gone that he rolled up the sleeve of his sweater and reached for a quil, quickly scribbling a message to his soulmate on his right arm.

When he was done writing the message he caught sight of the flowers that you had drawn on the corner of his parchment and he grinned. Almost absentmindedly he started drawing flowers around your own, albeit a little simpler than the designs you had made. It took a minute for his eyes to widen, quil falling out of his hand, realizing that the flowers you had drawn on the paper he had already seen dozens of times before. In fact, a variation of them sat on his left arm now.

***

Finally four hours later you and George sat in the kitchens which you’d found surprisingly empty. Breakfast and lunch had come and gone and the two of you had gladly accepted a variety of foods from a couple of the house elves.

You were completely oblivious to the way George was studying you closely, trying as hard as he could to see if he was right.

“Puddlemere United,” He said when he caught sight of the patch sewn onto the jacket you were wearing. “I take it you’re a fan?”

“I sort of have to be,” You laughed a little when you saw the confused look flash on George’s face. “My dad is Puddlemere’s captain.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, promise,” You smiled as you shook your head. Without hesitation you pulled off your jacket, flipping it around so the back was visible, and pointed to a navy blue crest with the Puddlemere United logo and the word ‘captain’ across it in bold, golden letters. “Has been for a few years now and here’s your proof.”

But when you looked at George he wasn’t looking at the jacket at all. Instead he was staring at the variety of words and pictures covering your arms. You could see his eyes darting back and forth and quickly pulled your arm away and under the table.

“Wait,” He reached across the table and took your hand in his, slowly turning your arm around so he could see all every single stroke of ink. You could only watch as he gently traced the designs with his free hand.

The moment was soft, intimate in the purest way. You swore you could hear your own heart thumping louder each second that passed. It reached its peak when George placed your arm on the table in front of the two of you only to pull off the sweater he’d been wearing. It was then that the breath you were holding in left you.

Every single ink stain on your arms was perfectly reflected on his. Now that you looked closer you wondered how you hadn’t recognized his handwriting right away, you’d spent the last few months writing back and forth after all. You’d been so focused on the drawings and the writing that you hadn’t noticed what, or rather who was right in front of you.

“I knew it was you, you know.”

Your laugh was light when you finally dared to look at George once more. He was looking at you with pure and utter adoration and you were positive you wore the same expression. “Did you now?”

“I did,” George grinned as he took your hand again, more confident than he had previously been. “Remember our first year when I asked you for that foxglove? I was supposed to nick it from one of the shelves but you had your sleeves rolled up and I swore I saw the edge of the stars you had drawn earlier that day. I went to get a closer look but they were covered again.”

“And I suppose it was the same thing in transfiguration a month ago?” You shook your head with an amused smile as you thought back to the encounter. It all seemed so obvious now.

“It was. Same thing with the quidditch match a few years ago too,” He leaned forward as if what he were about to tell you were a secret. Suddenly it was like he couldn’t let you go, not that he’d ever want to now that he’d finally found you. “What made me almost certain though was the little drawing you left on my parchment earlier. I knew I’d seen those before.”

“Well I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve kept your eyes open unlike me apparently,” You were beaming as you glanced down at the matching pictures present on both of you. “What do we do now?”

“I’m glad you asked,” George immediately stood, pulling you up with him. He grabbed hold of your jacket still sitting on the table and started pulling you out of the kitchens. “Now that we’ve found each other we’re going to make up for lost time.”

“By doing what exactly?” You asked, eyebrows raised questioningly and a slight smirk on your face.

“Head out of the gutter, love,” George laughed as the two of you walked back up the stairs still hand in hand. He looked down at you with a wild grin on his face. “We’re going on our first date if you’re up for it.”

You agreed instantly and happily followed to wherever it was George would take you, just as you knew you always would from that moment on.

#the ending is eh but i love soulmates #hp fanfic #harry potter imagine #harry potter one shot #george weasley x reader #george weasley #george wealsey imagine #george weasley x y/n #soulmate au #george weasley fanfiction #c: george weasley #my stuff #my fics

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littlemissaddict · 4 years ago

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Me Without Us

Summary: Inspired but the song 'Me W/O Us" by Set It Off.

Word Count: 2288

⚠️ Warnings: Smut

The first few times the picture showed up on her Instagram feed, y/n didn’t think much about it. It wasn’t uncommon for Charlie and the people he was working with to go out between scenes and explore the town they were in. After all he loved an adventure and it was one of the things she loved about him. That and the fact that she trusted him completely is why she didn’t originally give it anymore thought until it began to appear more often. Fans sharing it and questioning whether they were together or commenting on how good they looked together and how much they ‘shipped’ them. Y/n knew it was just speculation, she knew how Charlie felt about her as he made sure to tell her every time they spoke or messaged but that didn’t stop her from scrolling through the comments. It was a mistake and she knew this but once she had started it was hard to stop especially when she found herself agreeing with them. It began to spiral out of control when she found herself on the actress’s Instagram, scrolling through her pictures. She couldn’t deny that she was pretty, she was also pretty freaking talented and that was when the self doubt began to kick in. Maybe Charlie would be better off with her, they did look good together, she thought.

She was interrupted from her scrolling when Charlie’s name popped up on her screen and she answered trying to keep the hurt out of her voice.

“Hey baby, how’s your day been?” Charlie asked, the same as he did in every phone call and he’d listen to everything she had to say whether it would be her ranting about something that had happened at work or just her telling him about a new movie she had watched, he would listen to every word before he would tell her silly stories from the day on set. However today she had nothing to say just settled on telling him it was fine but Charlie picked up that something was off straight away and he wasted no time in asking her.

“What’s wrong are you feeling okay?” he asked and she hated the way he asked with so much concern, she hated being distant with him and usually she told him everything but she didn’t know how to approach it feeling the way she did.

“Just a bit tired that’s all” she replied and it wasn’t a lie, she was tired as she’d been up early for work but he didn’t have to know the full reason.

“Oh okay, well I’ll let you get some sleep then” he said gloomily as she hummed in response, “I love you and I miss you baby” he says softly as he hangs up.

Sighing, y/n places her phone on the nightstand and lays back on the bed, her mind racing. She doesn’t know how long she lays there but sleep doesn’t seem to come so she settles for just staring up at the ceiling when her phone began buzzing from the nightstand, taking a quick look she sees Charlie’s name again this time though she ignores it, not having the energy to talk right now. The ringing stops and instead her phone buzzes in quick bursts as someone, she guesses Charlie, sends her multiple messages as she turns over and finally lets sleep over take her.

It's early the next morning when she wakes as though a tiny gap in the curtains she can see the sun just beginning to rise and she yawns as she reaches for her phone to check the time, that's when she sees the missed calls and messages that Charlie left last night. Opening the messages, she sees he had sent her the picture of him and the girl together and her heart drops until she reads the messages underneath.

This is what you saw right?

Please believe me when I say that there is nothing going on between us no matter what the fans seem to think.

I love you and only you.

Please talk to me baby.

After reading the messages she was quick to press the call button, hoping that he was free to answer but she knew it was coming to the end of shooting and they probably would be trying to get all the last minute scenes done. When the phone went to voicemail she knew he must be busy and she hung up deciding to get dressed and maybe find something to keep herself busy.

She was in the middle of making lunch when her phone rang and she almost dropped the plate she was holding in her rush to find the phone. A sigh of relief escaping her lips when she saw Charlie’s name on the screen as she answered quickly.

“Charlie I’m sorry” Y/n apologises as soon as she answers the phone.

“It’s okay y/n, I know long distance isn’t easy but just trust me when I say there is no me without us” he says and she agrees “Just a couple more days and I’ll be home and I can show you just how much I love you” he reminders her with a hint of teasing in his tone which causes a her cheeks to flush at what he's suggesting but it makes her smile nonetheless. They talk for a bit until he is called back to set and he makes sure to tell her he loves her again before they hang up.

The days go by quickly and before she knows it Charlie’s walking through the door of their apartment, dropping his bags and pulling her into him.

“I. Missed. You.” he says, each word followed by a kiss that lasts longer than the one before it until her backs against the wall and they’re pulling away for breath.

“I missed you too” she says breathily having not fully caught her breath from the last kiss Charlie had left on her lips before he's pulling her in for another. Her hands make their way up to tangle into his hair which had gotten longer since the last she had seen him, as his lips left hers to trail kisses down her jaw and onto her neck. She gasped when she felt his teeth graze the skin just below her ear and she tugged on his hair pulling him back up to her face so she could kiss him again.

She breaks the kiss again moments later when she feels Charlie's hands sliding from her waist down to her ass as he pulls her into him just as he rolls his hips against hers, moaning his name when she feels his hard cock pressing against her.

"Bed, now" she mumbles, pulling him in the direction of their room as their lips collide in another kiss.

Getting to the bedroom takes longer than it should have done as they stop to kiss on every available surface as well as pulling off each other's clothes on the way.

When they finally make it to the bedroom they're both down to their underwear and Charlie wastes no time in removing her bra and directing her to lay on the bed. Once there he follows until he's hovering over her leaning down to press a quick to her lips before pulling back and chuckling to himself as she tries to follow his lips.

"Tease" she whines.

"Tell me what you want baby" he smiles down at her, resting his weight on one arm so that he can use a hand to brush the hair out of her face.

"Kiss me, touch me, anything Charlie please" she moans, tired of the teasing. He does as she asks, leaning down and capturing her lips as his hand trails from her face over her boobs, caressing the soft skin there before making its way down to the waistband of her underwear.

"Please" she breathes against his lips, moaning into the kiss when he slips his hand below the fabric and brushes against her. Without warning he slips his fingers into her causing her grip in his hair to tighten which pulls a groan from the boy.

When he pulls his fingers from her she almost whines at the loss of them until she realises he's moved to pull her underwear down and then his own.

"Are you still on the pill?" he questions as he settles between her legs waiting for her reply, when she nods he smiles, lining up with her "good because I don't want to use a condom" he answers as she pulls him down so there chest to chest as he slowly pushes in.

"Char-oh wait please" she moans out once he's all the way in and he stills his hips looking at her with concern, "it's been awhile just give me a minute" she breathes, trying not to focus on the slight discomfort of him stretching her. Understanding, he waits pressing kisses to her face which make her giggle and he trails featherlight touches down her arm until he reaches her hand, intertwining their fingers until she's telling him to move.

He pulls out slowly before bucking his hips forward, groaning her name as he does. He repeats the motion and he knows he's not going to last long as he's gone so long without her and it seems she feels the same.

"I'm close" she warns after a few more thrusts and he speeds up his hips, determined to make her feel good. She pulls him close again, finding his lips and pulling him into yet another kiss, although it's not as coordinated as the ones before. This kiss is only broken after a particularly deep thrust as she moans his name.

"I know baby, cum for me" he coaxes and she does, clinging onto him as he helps her through it. His own hips stutter in their movement as he cums with a groan, collapsing down onto her body as she holds him, her hands carding through his hair as he rides out his own pleasure.

They lay there, holding each other as their breathing returns to normal before Charlie gets up to get a washcloth to clean them both up. After he's done, he helps her back into her underwear and gives her one of his shirts to wear as he pulls on some sweatpants to climb into bed next to her.

"I'm happy you're home" she smiles, cuddling into his side.

"Me too, I hate leaving you" he says, noticing her eyes closing and the little yawn she does he chuckles "take a nap I'll be right here when you wake up"

Later that evening, they're cuddled on the couch with a movie playing on the TV with empty take out cartons on the table in front of them as Charlie tells her stories from set. He was in the middle of telling her a story about how the cast went out for dinner and one of his co stars was getting hit on towards the end leaving her feeling pretty uncomfortable so he stepped in and offered to walk her back to the hotel. He explains that was what had happened the night the photo was taken and she can't help but smile at the boy in front of her.

"Now I know you didn't want to go public with our relationship but if we did it may stop the fans' speculation like they did with that photo" he suggested, running his hand over her bare legs where they were laid across his lap.

"I don't know Char, you know I don't like people's attention and what if the fans don't like me" she says quietly.

"They'd be crazy not to even the guys have told you that," he says, making her smile slightly as she remembered when they told his jatp cast mates, they had all accepted her really quickly and Maddie had told her that if they did tell the fans that they would love her. "Besides, look at how well the fans accepted Jeremy and Carolynn," he adds. She knew he was right, the fans had been nothing but supportive of the two but Carolynn was amazing and y/n didn't think it was possible for anyone to hate her.

"Okay," she agrees, still slightly hesitant to do so, "but how are we going to tell them?" she asks, noticing the way Charlie’s face lights up.

"I have and idea" he grins reaching for his phone, he pulls her closer to him so that she's almost sat in his lap and adjusts the edge of the shirt she's wearing so that it covers more of her legs before clasping their hands together and resting then in her lap as he snaps a picture. She watches curiously as he types on his phone before hearing her phone buzz letting her know she has a notification, when she opens it she see that Charlie has tagged her in a photo and he's captioned it 'back home with my girl'

"You don't think it's too suggestive?" She asks after putting her phone down after she's gotten to look at the photo.

"Of course not" he smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, only stopping to pull apart when her phone begins buzzing crazily. She warily picks it up seeing the notifications of comments and follow requests and she looks up at Charlie with wide eyes.

"Oh my god" she says biting her lip and opting to turn her phone on silent to deal with the aftermath in the morning so that she can spend the rest of Charlie’s first night back with him.

#julie and the phantoms cast #charlie gillespie #charlie x reader #smut #song fic #julie and the phantoms #jatp

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archonanqi · 4 years ago

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fragile as dust / 12 - smile

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ch 11 | dreameater

For a minute or so, you stared at the dragon’s tooth. Reached out to touch it, every scratch and indentation on its smooth surface exactly the same as you remembered. You ran your finger around the blackened, charred ring around it, remembering how you had plunged the tooth into the blazing shield of fire, how the Abyss Mage had screamed.

You winced at the memory of the past… day? Two days? You weren’t sure how long you had slept, and each time you tried to call upon any memories, your head hurt terribly.

“Zhongli,” you barely managed to whisper.

As though he had been waiting just outside your room, the door swung open almost immediately. Zhongli strode in, though the relief you felt at his presence was quickly overshadowed by the fear of what you’d done, of how he might punish you for it. “Hansi,” he said, voice carefully composed as always, but you had known him just long enough to pick out a slightly different note of— worry? “You slept for two days.”

“Oh no, I missed work,” you deadpanned, desperate to dredge even the smallest of smiles from Zhongli. Zhongli’s frown didn’t even quaver. The very idea of Zhongli being annoyed at you sent chills down your spine. Just then, a memory came back to you, and suddenly, you were desperate for something else. “OH— work… Xiangling—!” You tried to throw back the covers to stand up, but the sudden movement sent hot and cold chills through your veins and almost sent you retching over the side of the bed.

“When you mentioned Qingxin,” Zhongli said. “I knew at once that she wasn’t bringing you to Cuijie. That girl knows the flora and fauna of Liyue almost better than I.” You remembered his slight unease the morning you left, that odd exchange that you thought nothing more of.

Of course, Zhongli would have known the whole time; how foolish of you to think you could keep anything from his calculating gaze.

“But what reason would she have had to lie?” Zhongli continued, “and so, though I did not want to intrude upon your expedition, I paid Jueyun Karst a visit with Chef Mao when you two did not return. We found her halfway up the mountain.”

“Is she— is she okay now?” You could barely bear to hear the answer, “I need to go and see her.”

“I don’t believe you’ll be able to go anywhere in your current state,” These were stronger words than you’d ever heard Zhongli utter at you, and it finally snapped you out of your haze of panic. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you noticed his stiff posture, his slightly furrowed brow, and felt a pang of guilt. You had acknowledged that he might worry over your disappearance, but not to such a degree.

“If it puts you at ease,” Zhongli started, “I visited Xiangling this morning. Dr. Baizhu personally saw to her, and she is well on her way to recovery. She was similarly distraught about you, and she mentioned that you tried to hold off the monster on your own for her sake. Is this true?”

You nodded.

“Admirable,” Zhongli said, and you noted that his voice had not lost its edge, “if not extremely rash. You could not have known what a powerful artifact the tooth was, though it is partly my fault for not explaining it to you. If I had not shown up when I did—”

You blurted the first thing you were sure of. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger.”

Zhongli let out an audible breath, and shook his head. When he next spoke, his voice was tinged in disbelief. “To think that after everything, that’s your takeaway from this? What you and Xiangling did was incredibly dangerous. I believe that I’ve made more than clear to you, how dangerous Jueyun Karst is to mortals.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, the guilt rearing its head in the pits of your stomach..

Sighing softly, Zhongli held your gaze. “Though, I also miscalculated. Xiangling would have been able to handle no less than a Mitachurl; perhaps even a Lawachurl, but these intelligent creatures — Abyss Mages? It’s quite troubling that they’ve begun to appear in Liyue, so soon after Rex Lapis’ departure.”

“Did you kill it?” You couldn’t help but ask, though you already knew the answer.

Zhongli fixed his unflinching gaze on you. “Yes.”

You had already held the evidence of its death in your hands — there was no way the creature had given up the dragon’s tooth without a fight �� but still, the truth was like a slap to the face. You had scarcely been able to escape from it with your life, and yet Zhongli... You glanced him up and down. Zhongli didn’t look so much as shaken from the confrontation.

“It was a hazard to Liyue. And it had threatened you,” he added, taking your awe for confusion. “Similar monsters have been growing in rank and number… Even the Adepti are on high guard, it seems, if Mountain— if one of them has started trapping civilians. Though Xiangling can fight, I’m afraid that the situation may be too much for you to handle right now. I would ask that you limit your ventures to Liyue Harbor—”

You couldn’t stand the heavy tension of the room, couldn’t bear the thought that Zhongli might be angry at you. He had made no move to approach you, standing his usual, respectable distance away from your bedside, but anger— anger always meant someone got hurt, and usually, it was you.

Quickly, you opened your mouth to swear that yes, yes of course, anything you want, I’ll never leave again, but Zhongli held up his hand to stop you. “Think carefully before making any promises to me. Are you content with staying within the harbor for the rest of your life, Hansi?”

You hesitated. He was right. Going on ingredient hunts and seeing the beautiful mountains of Liyue had been the time of your life. You wanted to go further, wider. To see every bit that the world had to offer. And more than anything, you wanted to do it— with Zhongli.

“I will ask you one last time, then,” Zhongli said, “ do you wish to learn how to fight ?”

You couldn’t help but glance at the drawer where your Vision was, quickly dragging your gaze back to him and hoping he had not noticed. You swallowed. Yes, yes , you did. And what better teacher for your Geo Vision than Zhongli?

He had just saved your life. The least you could do was trust him with it.

Before you could respond, you were interrupted by a loud rapping at the front door.

“Just a moment, please,” Zhongli called in response. When he turned back, his expression had softened. “I… may have been too harsh. I hope you can understand that my words are borne only from concern for your well-being. How are you feeling?”

Like you had just been hit over the head with a large wooden pole, but the last thing you wanted to do was worry Zhongli more. “A lot better than two nights ago,” you smiled, hoping to ease his concern, but it came out a little more like a grimace.

“I see. You had quite a fever last night, so I requested a home visit from Bubu Pharmacy. It looks like they’re finally here. Please wait a moment.” It seemed as though Zhongli was back to his usual self, sweeping out of the room in all his regal valor. You heard him open the front door and greet whomever was there. A doctor? You grimaced at the thought of some strange man touching your body. But for Zhongli’s peace of mind, you would endure.

Finally, Zhongli returned. You looked around for the doctor— then down. A young girl, whose brow reached around Zhongli’s knees, wobbled in, holding a basket that seemed to weigh more than herself. Under her little hat was tucked a paper talisman; the kind you’d find plastered on the dead.

“Hello. Qiqi is a zombie,” she said by way of introduction. “Nice to meet you.”

—-

You stared at her, then Zhongli, wondering why he had just let a literal child wander into his house.

At the bewilderment on your face, Zhongli stepped in to explain. “Qiqi is from Bubu Pharmacy. She is indeed a zombie, though her story is perhaps one better told another time. Rest assured that she is more than qualified to treat any mortal illness. Qiqi, this is whom I was telling you about. I believe she might have a fever—”

“This room is cold,” Qiqi murmured, siddling closer to your bedside. She dug around in her basket and produced a waterskin. “Good for Qiqi, not good for a fever. Please close the window and fill this with hot water.”

“Of course,” Zhongli nodded, rushing to comply. After he left, Qiqi merely continued like she had not just ordered Zhongli around in his own house. The way she peered at you was so intent that it made you squirm, and each time she put her hand against your skin, it was so cold that you could barely resist, out of politeness, the urge to jump.

“How did you get sick.” Qiqi asked. For a moment, her voice was so monotone that you hadn’t realized it was a question. You scrambled to answer, cheeks flushing warm.

“I was… climbing a tall mountain and got caught in the rain.”

“Hmm,” she said, “not good. Bring an umbrella next time.”

“I will,” you promised quickly, watching as she produced a large wad of paper from her basket — how many things did she have in there? — and began scribbling, just as Zhongli returned with a filled waterskin and a glass of warm water. The warmth of the glass against your skin was heavenly, and you quietly sipped the drink while waiting for Qiqi to finish her writing.

“Mr. Zhongli,” she said, tugging at his sleeve for his attention. Zhongli all but bent down to meet her at eye level. “Mr. Zhongli’s wife will be okay.”

It was all you could do to keep the water inside your mouth when you choked.

“Hansi is my friend,” Zhongli corrected, gently.

Qiqi peered up at Zhongli, then at you — wrapped in what were clearly three layers of his clothing — then back at Zhongli. “Mr. Zhongli’s friend will be okay,” she amended, rifling so furiously through her papers that you were worried she would tear the pages. “She must rest for...three days. And eat wet things.” The girl squinted more closely at her notebook. “Hm. No. I meant, drink more fluids,” she amended, going right back to her scribbling. You peeked at it, but couldn’t understand a word she had written — was she drawing a flower?

Finally, she ripped the page off with surprising gusto and handed it to Zhongli, who had to once again bend down to reach her little hands. “Here is a prescription for huang’lian medicine. For the fever.” The little girl said, thumbing through her pages. “I can also prescribe Windwheel Aster syrup. But Windwheel Asters can only be found in… Mondstadt... It can cost a lot.”

“How much?”

Qiqi went completely still as she thought about it. It was a little unnerving. At last, she reached a conclusion. “One million mora.”

To your horror, Zhongli nodded. “That is acceptable,” he said. “Please give us three bottles.” You didn’t even know what to begin to say to that — you knew already that he was hopeless when it came to haggling, but three million mora was an unthinkable amount. And more ridiculously, spent on someone like you? Before you could protest, Qiqi shook her head.

“No. I will not charge Mr. Zhongli so much. Three thousand mora will be fine.”

“Won’t you get into trouble with Dr. Baizhu, my dear Qiqi?” Zhongli asked.

“Hm. I don’t care what Baizhu says,” Qiqi frowned, “Mr. Zhongli has helped me many times.”

“Well then, I will accept your offer of generosity. On behalf of Wangsheng Funeral’s accountants, thank you, Qiqi.”

“I will also prescribe... gu’fen . It will help her wrist recover faster... Oh, no.” Qiqi sighed so heavily her little body shook. “Never mind. We are out of bones.”

“ Gu’fen - powdered bones?” Zhongli asked. “What kind do you need?”

“Geovishap will work best, although hatchlings will also be okay.”

“Very well,” Zhongli said, heading for the door without a moment’s hesitation. “Please give me a few minutes.”

“Two will be enough,” Qiqi called after him, barely lifting her gaze from her notebook.

You heard the front door open and shut. “Did he—” you glanced at Qiqi, then out the window, where the unmistakable silhouette of Zhongli was striding off towards the mountains north of the harbor. You knew what Geovishaps were, Zhongli had told you of their story: descendants of the King of Dragons that had long been sealed beneath the earth by Rex Lapis. “Did Mr. Zhongli just leave to go hunt vishap bones? Is he safe?”

“Yes. He is strong,” Qiqi stated matter-of-factly. “Mr. Zhongli could not fulfill his contract… for Cocomilk… So Mr. Zhongli helps when Qiqi gather herbs... in Jueyun Karst.”

Cocomilk? Zhongli had… fudged a contract? You wanted to ask her to elaborate, but another tidbit of information caught your attention. It was undeniable, then, that Zhongli could come and go safely within Jueyun Karst. You shuddered as you remembered how overwhelmingly powerful the Adepti had been. How could Zhongli willingly set foot in there, and how can he do so unharmed? A distant memory arose, something about him… karst crawlers… protection?

Qiqi was tapping on your leg for attention, so you quickly shook yourself free of your ponderings. You could revisit them later. “Sorry. Yes, Qiqi?”

“I asked,” Qiqi said, “do you need contraceptive medicine? I can prescribe...”

“ What ?”

“Please do not be alarmed,” Qiqi said calmly, severely misunderstanding your almost-scream. “This is part of life. As a pharmacist of Bubu Pharmacy, I am able to prescribe—”

“No,” you said quickly, very quickly, “No, we really are just friends.” The word tasted sweet on your tongue. Friend — Zhongli’s friend.

“Hm, okay,” Qiqi responded, blinking upwards at you with clear magenta eyes, and though there was no inflection in her tone, you could almost hear the incredulity. “Where did you get these injuries?”

You debated lying, but she was looking up at you with such seriousness that you couldn’t find it in yourself to. “Mount Hulao,” you admit with a hint of remorse. “I went there with a friend… we both got badly hurt. It was a bad idea. I don’t remember much, other than that.”

“Baizhu was called to treat Miss Xiangling yesterday. She was your friend?” Qiqi thoughtfully waited for you to nod. “You were… also sealed in the amber? It can cause memory loss. Sweetflower tea will help... with the headaches.”

You wanted to ask how she knew about the headaches, how she knew about the amber, but the look in her eyes was answer enough. For the adepti to harm such a small child— in the pits of your stomach, you felt such a hot surge of anger that you surprised yourself. Qiqi’s small hands rested on yours, her big, earnest eyes staring right into you.

“Hmm,” she repeated, “not good. Bring Mr. Zhongli next time.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I will,” you promised once more, jokingly. “Though I’m not sure how I’ll fit all that muscle into my backpack—” You trailed off at the inquisitive look on Qiqi’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just friends,” she commented shortly.

“We are just friends!” you cried, stopping yourself quickly as you heard the front door swing open. A few minutes, just as Zhongli had promised. And slung over his back was a sizable sack, bulging with what you knew were dozens of bones.

“Two was enough,” Qiqi murmured as Zhongli placed the sack before her. There was no way the girl was lugging that back to the pharmacy , you thought, just as Qiqi carefully lifted it with one hand. By the Archons, what were they feeding the pharmacists at Bubu?

“I thought it would be best to err on the safe side,” Zhongli replied, “please do put any leftovers to good use at the pharmacy. And also,” he said, pulling out a vibrant strand of violetgrass from his coat, “this is for you, my dear Qiqi.”

Qiqi’s expression did not waver, but you thought that she looked just a little pleased as Zhongli tucked the flowers into her hat.

“Okay.” Qiqi said, handing Zhongli the last pieces of paper from her notebook. “Please come and collect your prescriptions tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Qiqi,” Zhongli answered, helping to hold the door open as the girl wobbled her way back out as unsteadily as when she came. “Have a good evening.” When he returned to stand by your bedside, you carefully eyed him. There was a smear of dirt on his left sleeve, but otherwise, it looked like he had just returned from a walk at the harbor — not from battle.

“Are you hurt, Mr. Zhongli?” You asked.

“Hmm?” He blinked, then absently said, “ah. The Geovishaps? Not at all. They are quite easy to combat, once you learn of their weaknesses.” You wondered how many he’d fought; how many things he had killed in his life, that fighting ferocious monsters was barely an ordeal of note for him.

More importantly, he had done it for you. Had been willing to pay three million Mora for your well-being. You found yourself blinking back tears once again; you would not let anyone see you cry.

“Thank you, Mr. Zhongli.” You said, and you hoped that he would understand all that you meant by it.

“Of course, Hansi. Though, before I forget, I do have a question,” he said, reaching into his coat and producing a chunk of Cor Lapis, “when I found you at Mount Hulao, you were gripping this like your life depended on it. Is this what you went there for? Why?”

Oh. The flush in your cheeks burned red hot, and you scrambled for a lie — any lie. Nothing came to mind. Finally, under his scrutinizing gaze, you withered and told him the foolish truth with slumped shoulders: “it was meant to be a gift for you, Mr. Zhongli. It’s probably… it’s probably nothing compared to the one from your friend.” You could barely lift your head to look him in the eye, and you were vaguely aware that you had begun to ramble. “But it’s the only one I could find. I ended up causing you more trouble in the end, I’m sorry.”

“Goodness,” Zhongli said, his voice thick with emotion for the first time that you’d heard. You glanced at him in surprise, but his face betrayed nothing as always.

Zhongli held the Cor Lapis up to the light, looking at it carefully. After a terribly long pause, his gaze fell back on you. “This is one of the clearest, most luminous pieces of Lapis I’ve seen in my life. Thank you for going to such lengths to get me this, Hansi.”

Your relief at his lack of anger and your pride at his praise was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the way your heart fluttered warmly at the bright smile on his face.

“Though of course, I would have appreciated such a precious gift regardless.” Zhongli continued, walking to the door. “Now, I must ask that you rest for a little while, as per Qiqi’s orders. Will you be alright alone? Please call my name if you need anything at all—”

You were only half-listening. It wasn’t fair, how his smile could wrench the air right out of your lungs.

—-

A memory:

“There it is again, that infamous frown,” the young woman waved her hands, her billowing sleeves whipping about in the howling gales of Qingyun Peak. “Why do you never smile, Morax?”

“What is there to smile about?” he asked truthfully, because he had long since stopped trying to decipher her odd mannerisms. Below them, underneath the clouds, the war raged on.

“What is there to—?” She exhaled in exaggerated exasperation, throwing her arms out to the wind. “The birds in the trees! The clouds in the sky! It didn’t rain today for the first time in weeks, so we made it all the way up here to watch the sunset! Do none of these things mean anything to you?”

“Yet when night falls, we will once again have to fight.” His fingers twitched around empty space, every moment he wasn’t holding his polearm — at her request — almost painful. He detested being in this form, but it was cold in the mountains, and his adepti form would do little to help him with temperature regulation. “We should return soon. I hear that Osial has been rallying his forces for another attack, and we were barely able to fend off the last one.”

She sighed, and he knew that meant he had disappointed her — though he did not know how.

“Morax,” she breathed, barely audible over the wind. “What will it take to make you smile? Tell me, and I’ll do it. A contract. That’s the only kind of thing you understand, right?”

That, he did. “When the war is over,” he answered. She was leaning precariously over the edge of the cliff, and it brought about some strange, foreign feeling deep in his gut — something different to the wounds and scars he was used to. “And our people are safe from the threat of strife and war.”

A brief pause. She showed no sign of getting down from where she was standing, and in fact, had gotten on her tiptoes. “You might fall,” he warned.

“You promise? You promise that once the war is over, you’ll try to smile more?”

“You have my word,” he swore. He did not understand her intentions even a little, but promises? Those he knew better than life itself. Something so trivial as a smile seemed scarcely worthy of a contract. But it seemed important to her, and so he would honor it. “You should step away from the edge. You might fall,” he repeated.

“Oh, but you’ll catch me, won’t you?” Her pale hair whipped about in the wind, framing a wide, bright grin. There was a twinkle in her eye that he, unfortunately, knew all too well.

“Guizhong, don’t—“ he said, rushing forward, but it was too late. She tipped backwards, disappearing into the clouds below, just as his arms closed around empty wind. Muttering a series of ancient curses he thanked the heavens that Ganyu wasn’t here to hear, he leapt after her.

The transformation always hurt a little, though after meeting Guizhong (and her incomprehensible insistence that he stay in human form when in front of human children) he changed forms so often that he barely even noticed anymore. He relished the sting as lithic claws, scales and fangs tore their way out of his deplorably soft human flesh— and then, he was free to rip through the clouds and wind. Frightening and powerful, as he should be.

As he had to be.

It was not hard to locate Guizhong, especially not with the way she’d gleefully screamed all the way down. He angled himself right under her, bracing for the impact, and she landed squarely on his back with an exhilarated squeak.

“Wasn’t that fun, Morax?” She clambered up towards his head as they tore through the skies. He could feel each of her warm fingers gripping his horns tightly. “No? Still no smile?”

“What?” He growled. “You could have died.”

“You wouldn’t have let that happen,” she waved it off, “though you did let me hit a few more trees than necessary on the way down, didn’t you?”

He didn’t dignify that with an answer.

“Fine,” he could hear the pout in her voice. “When the war ends, I want to see a huuuuge smile from you, alright?”

“I already gave you my word.”

There was silence for a moment.

“Well, that is, if I’m there to see it,” she laughed lightly. “Not everyone is as big and strong and scary as you, Morax.”

There it was again, that feeling — a dull blade that pressed deep into his lungs, his stomach, his heart. Fear? No. The God of War and Contracts did not know fear.

“Of course you will. We will both be there to see this to its end.”

—-

At the end of the war, when he finally felt the searing power of the divine settle within him, Morax stood alone.

Mountains of bodies, bones picked clean by birds and sinew laid to claim by beasts, surrounded him for as far as the eye could see.

Guizhong was not among them, for she had been killed years and years ago.

He felt his lip curl into — something. It fell a little short of a smile.

—-

Outside of your room, Zhongli leaned his head against the cool wood of the doorframe, and steadied his breathing. Carefully, he placed back into his coat the Cor Lapis that you had gotten him; that you had almost died trying to get him.

How ironic, that even after exactly three thousand, seven hundred and twelve years, two months and eighteen days, he still found himself scrambling to protect someone who seemed to lack all sense of self preservation, and who surprised him to no end.

Guizhong had not been strong enough to fend off those who sought to claim her life, but you could be — if only you’d show him what you were hiding in the drawers by your bed. He could feel its resonance, each time he entered your room — the Vision he had given you; a reminder of the strength that you could use, to fight back, to protect yourself.

Guizhong had not been strong enough.

A breath in, a breath out. Zhongli closed his eyes.

He would not make the same mistake again.

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palmreaders · 4 years ago

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wow this was down to the wire, but i finished my short fic for @jonmartinweek day 8! (title from “forever endeavor” by the altogether)

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They got lucky. Three years later, and not a day goes by that that thought doesn’t cross Jon’s mind. To end up Somewhere Else, and not only that but to end up in a place where the powers hadn’t made a home for themselves on the edges of reality— it was more than they deserved. Well, more than he deserved. But against all odds, they were here. The first year had been tough— wounds, both mental and physical, needed to begin to heal, and the reality of trying to build a life for oneself in a world where you didn’t technically exist was an incredibly stressful and painstaking process. But again, they got lucky, and eventually they got everything straightened out. Martin began working at a local cafe, and Jon got a position teaching English at a nearby secondary school. They had jobs, a flat that they shared, even a cat— a tiny black kitten they had named Sable. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was good. They were happy.

However, that doesn’t stop Jon from waking up early one summer morning with a pit in his stomach, exactly three years since they had arrived in this place. Most days he can keep it out of his head— a combination of therapy and time doing wonders for his mind. Today was the exception, a twisted, corrupted anniversary. Three years to the day he had set unknowable horrors loose on other worlds, had looked a heartbroken Martin in the eye as he realized Jon had broken his promise, had taken them both away from the world they knew, forever. Most days he doesn’t feel the guilt, anymore, recognizing the truth: powers unknowing and uncaring had manipulated him in unimaginable ways, using him for their own will, their own desire for power. Today, though, it washes over him like a wave, twisting his stomach into knots and making it feel like he can’t breathe properly. He rolled over, hoping to find some comfort in Martin’s arms, but his boyfriend was gone. Not surprising for this time of day— Martin works a lot of early mornings— but his presence is especially missed today. Jon took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, willing the three year old memories to leave his brain.

A clatter from the kitchen startled him, but was a welcome distraction nonetheless. Martin always fed Sable before he left for work in the morning, but that didn’t stop her from trying to climb into and onto places she wasn’t supposed to be as soon as she thought she was alone. Jon sat up, reaching over to his dresser and grabbing a t-shirt, which he promptly pulled on. His hair had gotten long again over the past three years, and he quickly twisted it up into a bun before heading for the kitchen. As he turned the corner, he mentally prepared himself for whatever disaster Sable might have caused. He never had it in him to scold her for it, but he would have to clean it up. And yet, when he entered the kitchen there was no sign of the mischievous kitten. Instead, there was a flustered-looking Martin, kneeling on the floor and attempting to rearrange what appeared to be about half of their pots and pans so that he could fit them back into the cabinet. A bowl of pancake batter sat on the countertop, along with a pan that Martin had presumably had to pull out from underneath many others, causing the chaos that now spread out before him. Jon chuckled, about to make a clever comment (before kneeling down to help his boyfriend, of course), when he spotted something else on the counter that made his breath catch in his throat. It was small, but unmistakable, dark blue velvet and rounded edges. A ring box.

Of course, it was then that Martin looked up and saw Jon. “Christ, Jon,” he said, visibly startled. “I thought you were still asleep— I was gonna make breakfast for you, and—” A look of panic crossed his face, clearly remembering what sat on the countertop. He jumped to his feet, attempting to be inconspicuous as he glanced back at the counter and moved so that he was blocking Jon’s view of the box.

Jon couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. He was the luckiest man in the world. “That’s alright, Martin. I’m up now, I can help.” He stepped over the pots and pans littering the floor, bringing himself nearly chest to chest with Martin. “Here,” he said, reaching past him towards the counter. He was only planning on grabbing the pan, just to mess with Martin a little bit, but a hand darted out to stop him.

“No!” Martin nearly shouted. “I mean— erm, it’s fine. I can— I can finish up, I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, just— just go back to sleep for a little bit, okay?”

“Acting awfully suspicious, aren’t we?” Jon asked, smirking. “Are you… hiding something from me, Martin Blackwood?”

“What?” Martin sounded nervous. “What— why would you think that?”

“Oh, no reason,” Jon said lightly. He stepped back, turning around as though he was about to leave. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll go back to bed.” For just a moment, he turned back to face Martin. “You can just, uh, give me a ring, when breakfast is ready.”

“I can— oh!” Martin deflated slightly, looking rather defeated, yet he couldn’t seem to help the laugh that escaped him. “Fuck, Jon. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Sorry,” Jon smiled apologetically, “It was just sitting right there, and I—”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Martin said, still chuckling. “C’mere.”

Martin took Jon’s hand and led him out of the kitchen. He sat him down at their dining table before getting down on one knee in front of him.

“I’m still going to ask you properly,” he declared.

Jon nodded, his smile now in real danger of becoming a permanent fixture on his face.

“Right. Okay,” Martin said, almost to himself. Then, he pulled out the ring box, looking up at Jon. “So. I know how today can be for you. I know it’s hard, remembering everything that happened, and I know that there isn’t really any “fixing” it. But I thought, maybe, we could make today a different anniversary, too. Have some good memories along with the painful ones. Because, yeah, these past three years have been difficult, but I’ve also been happier than I’ve ever been, Jon, and it’s because of you. Whatever happened to us in the past, my life is better because you’re a part of it, and whatever the future holds, I know I want you by my side. You are the love of my life, Jonathan Sims. Will you marry me?”

Jon nodded again, more frantically this time, fighting the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Yes. Of course, of course I will, I love you, Martin, I love you so much.” He slid out of the chair, sinking down to the floor so he could kiss Martin, wrap his arms around him, hold him tight.

They got lucky, ending up in a world where they could be free. Jon still wakes up once a year to memories of horrors that feel all too real. They both still have nightmares. Some nights they lie awake in bed, holding each other, neither saying a word but both knowing exactly the sort of thoughts that are running through the other’s mind. They also go on dates. Picnics, walks in the park, even the occasional theatre production. They cook meals together, creating everything from five star gourmet meals to charred piles of disaster. And, a couple months after Martin’s proposal, they finally exchange vows, and they definitely don’t cry. (They both cry.) It’s not always easy, but there’s still joy to be found, and find it they do. And whatever hardships come, they know they’ll always face them together.

#jonmartinweek2021 #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #welcome to: the sappiest thing i've ever written #brought to you by: i should definitely have spent tonight doing hw but instead i wrote this #also if you've read chapter 3 of my only completed multichapter aziraphale/crowley fic and you notice any similarities..... no you didn't <3 #listen i'm a sucker for proposals not going as planned but still being sweet anyway what can i say

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years ago

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I was curious what you thought of Icarus (from Greek mythology) as a yandere? If he and his darling are trapped the way he and his dad were in the myth, I could see him being the type to sabotage any escape attempt his darling may be planning. They may be trapped, but at least they're trapped *together*

I’ve always loved a good metaphor for hubris, even if the myth is more about his father’s downfall than his own. Still, I can’t hold that against him, not when he’ll be too busy projecting all that trauma onto his shiny new Darling.

Title: Icarus and The Sun.

TW: Imprisonment, Abandonment, Mentions of Fire/Burn Scars, Sabotage, Idolization, and Possessive Mindsets.

When Icarus was ten, he fell in love with the sun.

It was an odd thing for such a young boy to be fascinated by. He’d grown up in castles and palaces, playing with enchanted swords and the children of gods and contraptions so intricate, he’d often wondered if his father was as human as he claimed to be. Not much had changed when he was sent away for someone else’s crimes, when his father had countless hours to craft lutes that played themselves and friends of stone and marble. He hadn’t meant to get bored, he hadn’t meant to lose interest, but he was afraid Daedalus’ talents were lost, when it came to his son. He’d never been a terribly thankful child.

He missed the world outside their labyrinth, the world beyond their tower. He’d had just enough time to get a taste for freedom, and as the years ticked by, he couldn’t help but long for it. Above it all, he missed the sun. There was a window in the highest point of their tower, a spot where the stones lied in such a way, there was just enough room for a young boy to sit, perched in a crack in the wall, and stare at the sky from sunrise to sunset, watching Apollo’s chariot until his eyes burnt and he could imagine how it’d feel to be in its light. If he tried hard enough, he could forget where he was, where he’d been trapped. Forget the way the chill had permeated his skin, forget the callouses on his fingertips from helping with his father’s experiments, forget that’d he’d probably die - captive and alone - for a genius that hadn’t even been passed down.

He dreamt of it, sometimes. Sprouting a pair of wings and flying away from Crete, flying higher and higher and higher until the oxygen left his lungs and all he could feel was warmth. It troubled him, but confiding in Daedalus was like confiding in one of his creations. He had a way of hearing but never listening, taking in and spitting out just as quickly. Hearing the useful information, hearing what he wanted to, and providing a solution, consequences be damned. But, the all blame didn’t lie on his father.

When the method of their escape was revealed, he should’ve known better than to test the Fates. He was older, by then, a teenager. A young man who should’ve been smarter.

But, he hadn’t been, and…

Well, everyone knows how that story ends.

In all honesty, he was a little disappointed. Even washed up on some rocky, bleached shore, his skin blistered and every part of his body aching, the tide was cold enough to leach the heat from his soul, as sharp and unforgiving as any maze could ever be. He thought he would die there. Not of flame, not of water, but of exhaustion, of a hypothermia he couldn’t cure with a wayward star so far out of his reach. But, you were much too kind to give him such a peaceful ending. Too much of a guardian.

His guardian. His savior. The helpful hand that dragged him off of that beach and bandaged his wounds, that made him feel warm for the first time in years.

His Sun.

Your prison was more spacious than his, but it was a prison all the same. An island, too small and too isolated to ever hope to encounter a rouge visitor. There was fruit and fresh water, but you were alone, abandoned by a hero who couldn’t end his tale without an act of tragedy. You’d blushed as you told him, ran your fingers through your hair and taken your leave shortly after, as if it’d been your fault you’d been left for dead. As if you were the one to blame for someone else’s selfish deed.

As if your downfall was deserved, rather than a misdeed forced upon you for someone else’s mistakes.

For months, you tended to his wounds, helping him to walk, to eat, and talking to him all the while. He wasn’t very good company, unused to companions whose lips could move at all, let alone so quickly, but he made sure to nod and smile as you showed him the grooves, the springs you knew like the back of your hands after so long, the flow of the currents that made it impossible to come near your home without a proper ship. He loved it - the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about your progress, your next plan, how if you just had one more nail, one more canvas, one more good day, you’d be able to sail away from your isolation with him in-tow, to Crete or Athens or any other city that would take you in. Icarus didn’t think he’d receive a warm welcome, but he couldn’t bring him to tell you that. He didn’t want to ruin your fun, see you fade into the lifeless creator his father had become.

Grow as dull and as cold as he used to be, before you.

He watched on and helped you mend lengths of worn cloth into sails, gave up the little knowledge he’d taken in, spent his days carving wooden planks from branches and rutters from trunks, if only to see how your smile grew whenever he laid his meager offerings at your feet. He healed slowly, confined to the shade more often than not, but you never complained, never bemoaned his limitations. You were too caught up in your freedom to care if he weighed you down, too distracted to notice how slowly he moved whenever you dragged him to the edge of the water, how his grin was always a little more forced when you took another step towards your inevitable flight. If you felt how tightly he held you at night, how hesitant he was to let go in the morning, you didn’t seem to care about his attachment.

You didn’t seem to care about him. He was a placeholder, a momentary necessity, a cloud so tiny and so distant, it’d only stand out in the clearest of skies. You didn’t say it, but you didn’t hide it, either. Why would you?

The Sun would never bother to explain itself. He should just be grateful he got to bask your rays for this long.

You didn’t wake when he slipped away from you, that night. You never opened your eyes, not as he fanned the embers of a long-forgotten fire back to life, nor as he dragged himself over your island, down to the bay where you kept your make-shift raft. He was insignificant, he was unremarkable, but all it took was a spark and a dip of his torch to set your creation ablaze, lingering at the scene of his sin just long enough to take in the warmth of the fire, the satisfaction that accompanied setting it.

The relief that came with turning your only escape into a blackened, charred pile of ash and soot, just as he should’ve done with his father’s accursed wings all those years ago.

When Icarus was nineteen, he fell in love with the Sun once again.

And this time, he wasn’t letting it get away.

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official-weasley · 4 years ago

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 7, Ch. 1

PART 7: THE YEAR OF HIDING AND PASSION Chapter 1 - We Suck at Hiding

Nova

I don't know what I was thinking when I thought that once we get to the Burrow we won't have to hide as much. Did I forget that Charlie has a big family?

The second I walked through the door Ginny was all over me, followed by Ron. I have missed them so much! I looked around and was a little disappointed when I haven't seen another friendly face that I have been missing very much.

Charlie helped me take my stuff into Ginny's room and I know he was hoping to sneak in a kiss but Ginny was glued to my side. I mouthed later and went back down with her. She was showing me a book Arthur gave her. Apparently, it contained Muggle Fairytales and I couldn't help but be intrigued.

I still didn't feel right and was slightly uncomfortable. I felt part of the family for years now but it was different now that Charlie and I were together. It was more serious and I felt bad that we had to lie to our families.

That night, I had to tell Molly and Ginny all about my dress for the Ball and how it was. I knew I was blushing while talking about it, it was the best night of my life. I hated myself for lying to them, telling them we only danced when so much more happened but I knew we weren't ready to tell them.

After the twins, Ron and Ginny went to bed and Charlie wasn't in the living room I decided to go out and get some air. I sat on the bench right outside the house. I was still feeling down and I didn't know why. I loved spending time at the Burrow but I felt like I was missing something.

“Evening.” Charlie whispered and bestowed me the sweetest smile. “May I join you?” I nodded and he sat down next to me and pulled me in a half hug.

“Charlie, we have to be careful.” I pulled away from him and looked through the window if someone could see us.

“Relax, most of them are upstairs and they are used to us hugging.” He turned my head so I had to look him in the eyes.

“What's wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“I don't know. I just feel so weird.” I answered honestly.

“You hate lying to my family, too.” He said, gently. He knew me so well and I was happy he had the same opinion.

“I just love them all so much and I hated the fact that all I wanted to do was talk about how we got together at the Ball with your mum and Ginny but I just went on and on how good of a dancer you are.” I frowned. He was a good dancer but that didn't make it easier.

“I don't like it, either. But I think it's too soon to tell them.” He lowered his head.

“It is. It's just...” I lifted his chin. I loved his eyes so much. “Usually when you start dating someone you bring them to meet your family for the first time.” I chuckled. “I already feel a part of it for a very long time.” A big smile spread across his face.

“Bill was right when he said that I will make you a Weasley one day.” He leaned towards me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Bill.” That was it! I knew why I was so down!

“Saying my brother's name when I kiss you is not exactly a big turn-on.” He pulled away and looked bemused.

“I'm sorry.” I chuckled. “I have been trying to figure out all day why I felt so weird and now that you said his name I remembered.” I explained.

“You miss him, don't you?” He said gently. “I miss him too.”

“I was just so used to having him around you know and the three of us always had such amazing conversations and I know he's in Egypt but I was secretly hoping...”

“I know.” Charlie stopped me and hugged me. “I was hoping he would be here too.”

We stayed embraced and looked at the stars in silence. I felt better talking to him, I always did. I think I was still processing the whole thing that we were not just friends anymore but that I can still talk to him as to my best friend.

“It's getting late. Mum would kill us if she finds us out of bed.” He chuckled.

“We should meet like this every night.” I turned to him and kissed him. “Might just be the only time we get a chance to kiss.” I smiled weakly. I missed him. I wanted to go to his room and fall asleep in his arms like that one time when I had a nightmare about my dad.

“We can and we shall.” He grinned. “I'm leaving in a few days though.” I knew he was trying to hide his excitement because he knew how much I will miss him while he is in Romania.

“Char, it's okay to be excited!” I ruffled his hair. “I know how long you have been waiting for this.”

“Almost as long as I waited for you.” He was so sweet and for that sentence alone we had to prolong us sitting on the bench for another half an hour. I had to get in as many kisses as I could.

—

The day of Charlie's departure has arrived. I just got accustomed to everything and was finally feeling myself again and now he would have to leave. I knew we still had an entire month once he comes back but at this point, I was more jealous than anything else.

“Did you pack warm clothes, dear?” Molly was bombarding him with questions the entire morning and I just sat in the kitchen and laughed while he rolled his eyes at her.

“Your boots? Your wand?” Molly kept closing her eyes to think of more things Charlie could forget.

“Mum, I got everything, don't worry.” He was so nice to her. I know she got on his nerves sometimes but I know he appreciated everything she did for him. “Can I say goodbye to my best friend now?” He looked at me.

He hasn't called me that in months. Molly beamed and looked at me then back at Charlie and she gave him a little wink. Then she whispered something that sounded like 'I love you, be safe' and she left the kitchen.

“Well, this is it!” He exclaimed. We had a fight a few nights ago where I scolded him that he shouldn't hide his excitement for something that has been a dream of his for so long, so he finally gave in and I have been listening to nothing else but the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary ever since and I couldn't be happier about it. Listening to him talk with such passion about Dragons was something I could do all day every day.

“Be safe and watch yourself.” I got up and put my hands on his shoulders. “Write to me as often as you can but most importantly...have fun, Char.” I pulled him in a tight hug and he returned it. I waited a moment. I wanted to remember his touch and his smell. Luckily, he smelled like the Burrow, so something will stay with me.

“Thank you, Nova.” He whispered. “For everything.” He turned around to see if anyone was watching and kissed me tenderly. I have to remember that feeling too.

—

The first week after Charlie left, I missed him so much. Ginny and Ron distracted me to the most of their abilities but the house just felt so empty without him. The next week was easier and I couldn't believe how much I felt like part of the family. I helped Molly around the house and I talked to Arthur about all the Muggle things Penny told me about and he showed me this book about Muggle inventions and we compared them to Magical objects.

I played Quidditch with Fred against George and Ron and one night I snuck out with Ginny, when we were already supposed to be sleeping so that I could show her how to fly. She was over the roof about it and I knew she was happy she had a girl in the house.

I even got a bit closer to Percy as I was reading a book about spells and he sat down next to me on the sofa.

“Hi, Perce. Want to read with me?” I looked at him and smiled.

“Not really.” He said but I could see him eyeing the book with interest.

“Perce, I know we don't talk often but we can read together.” I raised an eyebrow at him, indicating this is his final chance.

“Fine.” He said and rolled his eyes at me.

We sat on that sofa for longer than I initially intended. He got so into the book that I couldn't take it away from him and he had so many questions and I was glad that I had the answers to them because I knew this was probably the only chance for me to bond with him. Now that Charlie was my boyfriend, it was important to me to befriend all his family members even more than before.

—

Charlie was right when he said that I won't even have the time to miss him. The last day of July was here and I didn't even know where the month went. I was so busy hanging out with his family that I barely had the time to write him back!

Ginny and I played outside or read books together or I talked about Hogwarts. I finally beat Ron at chess and I couldn't wait to tell Charlie about it. It was only one game in the entire month, but it was my proudest achievement. Even Ron was happy for me and said that I won fair and square even though I had a feeling he wasn't trying that much.

I wrote to Penny and she sent me a couple of Muggle books and I gave them to Arthur and of course, we had to discuss those in great detail. I was also interested in everything Muggle as their technology was just as fascinating to me as Magic had to be to them, if they knew about it, of course.

I thought I lost Percy when I gave him two of my books and he shut himself into his room. But only an hour later he came back with one of his books for which he was sure I haven't read before and we sat on the sofa, reading together. That made me miss Charlie the most. We used to do nothing else but read books by the Lake and I was happy Percy was there to keep me company.

After two pranks Fred and George pulled on me, I decided to stay as far away from them as possible. Except when we were playing Quidditch, those two were getting really good and I knew I was going to recommend them to Charlie to put them on his team this year.

I woke up early the morning Charlie was coming back. I couldn't sleep, I was so excited to finally see him. I missed his face, his freckles, his lips, and his touch and I couldn't wait for him to tell me all about his new part-time job soon to be full-time.

I knew it was early because the whole house was still quiet so I decided to go down and make breakfast for everyone.

“Nova, dear, what are you doing?” Molly came down the stairs as I was making eggs, still in her nightgown.

“I thought I would make breakfast today, you have enough trouble as it is.” I smiled. She was preparing a big dinner with 3 different desserts as she was sure that they didn't give Charlie anything to eat in the Sanctuary.

“You are amazing, do you know that.” She sat down and I brewed her some tea.

“Mind if I ask you a question?” She said after I sat down next to her. I nodded.

“I know it's strange to talk to me about these things but you are so good with all my sons and Ginny adores you more than anyone.” She put her hand on mine and I blushed. I knew where this was going and I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

“Are you and Charlie really just friends?” She asked, hopeful that I would give her anything but a no.

I was conflicted. I wanted to tell her but I knew Charlie wanted to wait and he should be the one to tell his family.

“It's not the right time.” I had no idea what I meant by that but I couldn't lie to her and just say no. I wanted to let her know that she can be hopeful but that we can't talk about it.

“But you do fancy him?” She apparently understood what I meant. Her eyes were sparkling.

“I do but it's complicated. We're best friends.” I wasn't lying. That's how I felt for a long time. I just wasn't giving her the right time frame of events.

“I know, I know. I don't mean to rush you.” She stroke my hand. “Charlie is just such a sweet boy and you can see that he is different from the rest.” She sighed. “I always felt like we all misunderstood him no matter how much we tried with buying him books about Dragons and all of that.” She swung her hand and I chuckled.

“And then you came along and it was like a whole new world has opened up to him.” She gestured with her hands. “That Summer after your First Year it was the first time he talked about something else than Dragons.” She giggled and the heat on my cheeks was getting stronger.

“You are just such good friends and I see there is something between you two and I know it shouldn't be any of my business but perhaps a gentle nudge would help you see that you two could be something more.” She pulled me into a tight hug. Charlie's hugs were just like hers, tight and they reminded me of home.

“We'll see how things go.” I smiled. I wanted to give her hope but I didn't want to give anything away. I didn't know what else to say because I was so touched by her words. She wasn't intrusive and she understood that perhaps we might just be friends. She reminded me of Penny and I felt bad thinking that I was lying to her too.

—

We were just starting dinner when I heard a crackling sound outside the door. Ginny and I exchanged looks and she was already at the door.

“Charlie!” She exclaimed and I heard her jump into his arms. My heart started beating faster and at that moment I realized just how much I missed him. Ron and the twins followed and I decided to wait behind. I was already sad that I won't be able to kiss him and I couldn't wait to go outside after they all go to sleep.

After everyone finally let Charlie inside, our eyes met and I couldn't stop the smile that was spreading across my lips. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. I knew there wasn't going to be anything weird about that.

“Imagine that I kissed you.” He whispered in my ear and I closed my eyes and I did.

After dinner, we all gathered around in the living room. Ron and Ginny between Charlie and me on the sofa. Molly was in her armchair and Arthur was sitting on the side of it. Percy, Fred, and George were on the floor, looking up at Charlie as he started talking about Romania. I could listen to him for hours and I could almost see the sparks coming out of his eyes.

He had an amazing time and he couldn't wait to go back and I was grateful that they allowed him to finish school before he starts to work because I would never forgive myself if he stayed for me and lose the job he talked about with such passion. He had a scratch on his hand that Molly almost lost her head about but I knew he was proud of it and I knew he would get many more when he officially starts working there.

I think we were all looking at him, giving occasional 'oh' and 'aww' here and there, for several hours. It wasn't until Ginny fell asleep on my shoulder that Molly realized what the time was and sent everyone to bed. The twins and Ron groaned and I could see that it meant a lot to Charlie that they wanted to listen about his new job so attentively.

After a lot of bickering and shouting from the two bathrooms, the house finally quieted down. Charlie and I were now alone downstairs.

“Want to go outside?” He said, beaming. I knew he was waiting to kiss me as much as I was waiting for it so I got up without a reply.

“I missed you so much, Nova.” He whispered to me when we sat down and he pulled me into the tightest embrace.

“I missed you too, Char.” I pulled away and pressed my lips against his. There was nothing gentle about that kiss. My feelings for him were growing stronger and I couldn't wait for us to explore our love further.

“I had so much fun but I wished you were there all the time.” He admitted.

“I was so jealous with every letter you wrote to me, I wished to be there too.” I sat on his lap and locked out lips together. I know what he was about to start and I didn't want to talk about it.

Since we were together we started this topic once before and almost ended it in a fight. We knew what was going to happen after our Seventh Year and I really didn't want to think about it. He will move to Romania and I didn't have that much figured out yet. At one point I was thinking of going to America and try and get in touch with Mr. Scamander himself. I talked to Kettleburn on several occasions about it and he also suggested for me to visit some of his colleagues in the USA.

Just thinking about how far apart we would be if I went, was killing me but I wanted to be a Magizoologist, not a Dragonologist. And in a place we were right now, living in a fairytale after being so stubborn not to admit our feelings to one another, I didn't want to talk about it with him. I knew that he was hoping I would change my mind and go with him. What is even worst is that if we do good this year and we keep falling more in love, I'm afraid he won't want to go and I couldn't let that happen.

“Nova...” He gently pulled away from my lips. “You know we have to discuss it eventually.” He said softly. I know he didn't want to just as much as I didn't. I placed my hand over his.

“I know. But I don't want to.” I looked at him. I wanted to spend as much time with him and enjoy every moment before we had to decide what we would do. “I'm not ready to face the facts yet.” My voice broke. He pulled me into a hug.

“Okay. We'll talk when we get there.” He said gently. “I just wish there was something that you could do there as well.”

I didn't say anything, I just pressed myself against him even more. He let out a big sigh and found his way back to my lips. I tried to focus on how soft they were rather than the conversation we avoided yet again.

“Nova?” I froze when I heard the voice. I opened my eyes but was still kissing Charlie. His eyes were opened as well and as we looked at each other in horror, we finally both pulled away. We looked in front of us. There was Ginny with Charlie's old Dragon plushie, in her jammies, her eyes wide open. Shit!

Charlie and I instinctively sat as apart on the bench as we could and Ginny, without saying anything, sat between us. She was too smart for a 9-year-old.

“So.” She cleared her throat. “Did you two just miss each other or are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” She didn't look at neither me nor Charlie. She was looking straight ahead just like we were.

“Ginny, you can't tell anyone.” Charlie tried whispering as gently as possible. “We're not ready to tell everyone.”

“So this wasn't your first kiss?” Charlie put his hand over her mouth as she almost shouted out the question.

“Shhh!” She giggled and Charlie lowered his hand. “No. We are dating for a few months now.” He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. There wasn't really anything we could do. She was old enough to know that best friends don't kiss like that.

I felt her shaking next to me and I knew she wanted to burst from excitement. I stood up and kneeled before her, Charlie followed my lead.

“Listen, Ginny.” I started. “I know you're excited but you have to keep this a secret.” I pleaded.

“Who else knows?” She narrowed her eyes. She was negotiating.

“Nobody.” Charlie hissed and I poked him with my elbow. “Look, you're the first one, not even our friends know.” He said, gentler this time.

“Nobody?” Ginny gasped. I could see she was proud that she was the first one. “Okay, I will keep your secret.” She smiled and hugged us both.

“Charlie?” She said gently after a moment.

“Hmm?” He and I finally pulled away from her.

“Thank you, for bringing Nova into the family.” I wanted to cry. She said that so genuinely, my heart couldn't take it.

“You're welcome.” He said, proudly. “Now, promise me again. You don't tell anyone, alright?” She nodded and we sat back down.

“Tell anyone what?” Even though Ginny was sitting between us, I felt Charlie stiffen.

“Fuck.” He said under his breath.

“Language, little brother. Not in front of Ginny.” I finally gathered the courage to look at the door.

“Bill!” I hoped that turning the conversation to him and hugging him would make him forget about his question.

I stood up at once and he pulled me into a hug. I missed him so much, I haven't seen him since last June if you don't count that one time in the flames.

“I missed you too, Nova.” He turned to Charlie and Ginny and hugged them both.

I looked at Charlie and saw that he was nervous. Our eyes met and I knew he wanted to be alone with Bill.

“Come on, Ginny. Let me take you back to bed.” I offered Ginny my hand.

“No, I want to listen to you talk!” She protested.

“We are about to have a very grown-up conversation Ginny, so listen to Nova.” Bill said with the most brotherly voice ever and after rolling her eyes, Ginny finally gave in and I took her inside.

Charlie

“So, what did you make Ginny promise not to tell?” Bill sat down next to me and I knew I won't be able to lie to him. And to be honest, I didn't want to. I actually needed some brotherly advice.

“You and Nova are finally together, aren't you?” Apparently, I was quiet for too long and he decided to guess himself.

“What gave us away?” I asked sarcastically and smiled, looking at my knees. Suddenly, I got really shy about it.

“Hmm, where do I start?” He rubbed his chin as if he was thinking hard and I laughed. I missed him so much. “You were best friends since First Year. You told me you have a crush on her almost 2 years ago. Nova told me she fancied you when she talked to me through the flames before the dance in May...” He finally looked at me. “I must be a detective to figure it out.” We both laughed.

“She told you she fancied me?” I was blushing like crazy. I didn't know Bill knew.

“She needed some time but she was obvious before that, anyways.” Bill shook his hand as if he knew for ages that we would end up together. He probably did, we were the only ones who were blind.

“So, let me guess...” I finally looked at him. “The Ball?”

“Yeah.” I couldn't stop the grin from spreading all over my face when I remembered how happy I was when we kissed for the first time.

“I was expecting as much when mum told me you asked her.” He smiled.

“Mum?” I rolled my eyes. “Was there anyone who didn't know I took Nova to the Ball?”

“I don't think there was.” Bill chuckled. “I even think Mrs. Moore, the neighbor mum doesn't like, found out.” We both started laughing.

“So, how was it?” He asked after a moment of silence. We never talked about these things before, except when I told him that I fancy Nova and when he made a very scarring attempt of telling me about the Birds and the Bees when I was 13. We both agreed we will never mention that again.

“Bill, you should've seen her.” But for some reason, now I felt like telling him everything. “She was so beautiful. She literally took my breath away.” I didn't even care that my cheeks matched my hair, I knew he's not going to judge me or laugh at me.

“And Andre had to fix my robes, you should've seen what mum sent me, it was ghastly!” Bill laughed.

“And The Weird Sisters performed and we danced so much and then there was this song...” I felt like I could never stop talking. “Magic Works and the lyrics were like they were written for us and then I decided that I had to tell her so I took her outside, by the Lake, you know our usual spot, and I told her how I feel and...” I stopped to catch my breath.

“And I kissed her.” I said softly. Just reminiscing on it, made my heart beat faster.

“I am so proud of you little brother.” He hugged me. “And I don't even know which words to use to describe how happy I am for you.” He continued. “I know how long you've waited for this.” “Thank you.” I got shy again but it felt good talking about it.

“I reckon Ginny was the first one to find out?” He chuckled.

“Yeah and now you know too, but please don't...”

“I won't. I promise. It's none of my business when you tell them.” He interrupted me.

“Thank you, Bill.” I smiled, gratefully.

We were sitting in silence and observed the sky for a few minutes. I was battling myself in my head, wanting to ask him something, but I was too embarrassed to do so.

“Charlie, if you want to talk to me about whatever is going through your head, you can.” He was reading my mind. “I can tell when you're nervous.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Well...” Fuck it. He was here and this was my opportunity. Better talk to him about this stuff than with mum. “I was quite sure even before I went to Romania that I am in love with Nova but the second I laid my eyes on her today when I got back I knew for certain that I am.” Bill let out an 'aww'. “I want to tell her but I don't know how.” I lowered my head.

I wanted to do it before I went to Romania but I felt it would come out forced as if I was only saying it because I was leaving. I wanted it to be special and at the right moment.

“Hmm, that's easy.” Bill surprised me with his answer. “Don't overthink it and don't try to make a special occasion out of it.” I looked at him, bewildered.

“Why not?”

“Because it will look like it was staged. Just say it in a moment. When she does something that gives you butterflies or when she says something that makes you laugh...” He smiled at me. “Do it in a moment. When was the first time the words came to mind?”

“We were studying by the Lake and she was playing with Pip and when he went to me she told him that he might be able to nibble on my ear but she can kiss me and she stuck her tongue out at him. It made me laugh and the words appeared in my head.” I looked at him. I swear he looked like mum when she was teasing me with Nova.

“Then that's your answer, Charlie.” He tapped my shoulder. “Find a moment like that and when the words and feelings come out just say it. It will surprise her and she will know it's genuine.” He grinned at me.

“You're right.” I nodded. “Thank you. I'm glad I told you we are together.” I returned the grin.

“Anything else you want to talk about?” The tone of his voice changed.

There was something else that was going through my mind lately as well. There were so many emotions between Nova and me and we had so many moments where we had to stop ourselves because we knew what we would do if we wouldn't brace ourselves.

We are going to be each other's first and to say that I am nervous wasn't enough. I knew I wanted to do something special about that and I kind of wanted to do it here, because I don't think we can be as sneaky as Tulip and Jae at school.

“Umm...” I gathered the courage to speak. I asked him so many questions, might as well get this one out of the way too. “You remember that talk we had when I was 13?” My face got flushed.

“Charlie, we promised we won't mention that ever again!” He facepalmed himself.

“Do you think, you could give it another try?” I asked hopefully.

“How 'bout you ask me what you want to know and I answer to the best of my abilities?” He smiled awkwardly. “You didn't exactly choose a person with a lot of experience, you know.” He said, embarrassed.

“Well, you're not a virgin, either.” I tried making the situation less awkward.

“No, but still I didn't have that many girls.” I knew that but I didn't care. I wouldn't want to have this talk with anyone else but him.

“Yeah, because I have so much experience.” We both laughed at my comment.

“Alright, Charlie, ask away.” He cracked his fingers to indicate he was ready. I took a deep breath.

“I was kind of thinking of doing it before we go back to Hogwarts.” He nodded, focused. “I think it would be more romantic.”

“Okay. Do you have any ideas how and where?” Bill asked as casually as if we were talking about a cooking recipe.

“Perhaps. I don't want to do it in my bed.” I admitted.

“Not until you remove that Dragon plushie.” He chuckled.

“Hey, leave Welshie out of this! And Ginny has him now.” I rolled my eyes and Bill started laughing.

“Did you think about talking to her about it?” He got serious again.

“We did, a few times. We had moments when we almost...you know.” I was so happy it was dark, my cheeks were burning.

“And what stopped you?” I relaxed when I heard how normal his voice was.

“Well, we felt we weren't ready and we both agreed we would like it to be special.” I answered.

“So what have you come up with so far?” He asked.

“I was thinking of taking her up to the Hill, near the woods. Catch some fireflies in a jar or two. Perhaps make some food and borrow mum's Wireless.” That's as far as I got.

“Blimey, Charlie. I didn't know you were such a romantic.” He winked at me.

“We love stargazing and I thought it would be a relaxing thing to do before you know...it happens.” I looked away. I couldn't look into his eyes talking about this.

“I think it's a great idea.” He grinned. We fell silent again. I kind of wanted to end our conversation there but I had so many other questions.

“Are you nervous?” He continued.

“So much, you have no idea.” I sighed. It felt good saying it out loud.

“Why?”

“I don't want to hurt her.” I frowned. I knew boys have it easier when it comes to having sex for the first time.

“Just be gentle and take it slow. Try to make her laugh and you should both be relaxed as much as possible.” He said lightly.

“Okay.”

“And don't be afraid to touch her body. Girls need more stimulation than we do.” He said with a very serious voice.

“O-okay.” I didn't know how to reply to that. “So, kiss her neck and bite her ear and...”

“Go a bit lower than that.” He winked at me and my heart started racing. “Don't be afraid to touch her breasts with your hands and mouth and the same goes for...you know where.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down a couple of times. I laughed.

“How long should I do it for?” I focused again.

“Listen to her body. She might not tell you but the gestures and her movements will tell you what she likes and how much.” He explained. “And stop worrying so much. Once you two take your clothes off it's going to become more natural and if you just give in, it will just happen.” I nodded. I didn't know what to say.

“What if I'm not good at it?” I almost whispered. To be honest, this was my biggest worry.

“Charlie, nobody's good at it the first time.” He laughed. “You gain experience as you go. Just listen to your instincts and listen to hers and you'll be fine.” He hugged me over the shoulder.

“Thank you, Bill.” I said, honestly. “You did much better this time around.” We both laughed.

“One more thing...” He said and I turned to him. “Do you know the Protection spell?”

“The what?” I had no clue what he was talking about. I thought you didn't need magic during sex.

“The Protection spell.” He repeated, chuckling. “To keep you from having babies.” He explained.

“Oh.” I was flushed. I did not think about that one.

He taught me the spell and because of it, I was even more sure that it was the right thing to do to tell him. I would be a goner if he didn't teach me that and I would be 10 times more nervous if he didn't say the things he did.

We then changed the conversation to my stay in Romania and I told him all about it. How they gave me a tour, how nice everyone is, how excited they are to work with me. I told him I fed a Hungarian Horntail and took care of a baby Welsh Green and just when I was about to ask him how's Egypt, Nova came back.

“Interrupting something?” She grinned at me and I could see that she was wondering if I told Bill or not.

“It's okay. He knows.” I returned the smile. She awkwardly sat down next to me.

“Look at you two being adorable!” Bill said with a teasing voice.

“See, this is the reason we didn't want to tell anyone.” I rolled my eyes. Nova was laughing. I knew she missed Bill just as much as I did so I decided to give them some time to catch up.

“Bill, you'll tell me about Egypt tomorrow, right?” I stood up.

“Where are you going?” Nova said, sadly.

“I know you two are friends and I want you to catch up. Bill and I talked enough anyway.” I looked at my brother and he winked at me, leaving Nova confused. I kissed her and Bill quickly looked away.

I locked my eyes with Nova and I knew it meant a lot to her that she could talk to Bill alone. I knew she must have about 1000 questions about Egypt and I know how much she misses her dad's colleagues. I wished them both goodnight and went upstairs.

Nova

“Can I just say one thing before you bombard me with questions?” Bill chuckled.

“Okay.” I said slowly. I have no idea what Charlie and he talked about.

“I want to say that I am happy for you two.” I missed his friendly face. “I know it took you forever...” I gently punched him in his shoulder. “But you made it and that's all that matters.” He hugged me and I returned the hug.

“Thank you, Bill.” It meant a lot coming from him.

“And please, I can see the way you look at him, don't think about what will happen when you finish school, will you?” How did he know that?

“How...” I was lost for words.

“You look at him as if you're already saying goodbye. Things will work out fine, trust me.” He patted my shoulder.

“But we will live so far apart.” I sighed, blinking away the tears. “I know we're together for only a few months but we are so great together and I can't bear not being with him...I love him.” I said the last part under my breath.

“I know you do.” He said understandingly. “But with a bond like yours, I know you won't give up easily on each other and will find a way to be with one another.”

“Merlin, I missed you, Bill!” Was all I could say and wiped away the tear that ran down my cheek.

“I missed you too, Nova.” He smiled. “Promise me you'll enjoy being in love without worrying. Don't ruin this for yourself.” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

“I promise.” I mumbled.

“So...” His voice changed completely. “You don't want the Birds and the Bees talk as well, do you?” He chuckled. My cheeks turned bright red at once.

“The what?” I asked, pretending I had no idea what he was talking about. “Good! One less traumatized moment for me.” He laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with him. I might've been too shy to look him in the eyes for a few minutes but I was happy that he talked to Charlie about that. We are both so nervous about our first time.

“I actually want to talk about Egypt.” I said after focusing my mind again.

“Everyone is sending their regards and they all miss you so much. They wish you would visit them.” He said with a grin on his face.

“I was thinking of doing it next Summer.” I admitted. I was so excited to go. Before Hogwarts, my mum didn't have that much work and we were there almost every Summer. I knew all my dad's colleagues and they were like a second family to me. Like Bill and Charlie's family is now.

“We would be glad to have you.” Bill exclaimed.

He then told me all about his work. How difficult it was at the beginning and how much he had to learn and prepare to be able to do the job properly. He told me that he already got a raise because he found this chest that had some really valuable golden coins inside.

While they were exploring a tomb they accidentally found a whole system of tunnels that connected to different smaller pyramids which were deemed empty before and they were now discovering and working one room at the time. He told me that they are taking every possible precaution and that they are all more careful since my dad passed away.

He reassured me that he is fine and that if something ought to be suspicious he would leave it to someone with more experience and that meant the world to me. I love all the Weasley's but Bill was something else. He was my big brother and I wish I had more time with him and see him more often.

“It's getting late.” He smiled after we finished our debate on how to best capture a Mummy. “I'm here for 10 days, we'll have time to talk more.” He hugged me around my shoulder. “And besides, I have many questions for you too!” He grinned.

“Okay. I have to check on Ginny anyway.” We both stood up.

“How about I check on her and sleep in her room and you go snog your boyfriend.” He winked at me. I looked at him, perplexed.

“Molly would kill us.” I giggled.

“Not if she doesn't find out.” He smirked. “I'll explain it to Ginny. She will understand since she knows about you two and I will come and wake you up in the morning before everyone else wakes up.”

“You would do that for us?” I couldn't believe it.

“I know you missed him and with Ron and Ginny occupying you all the time, I can imagine you don't have that much time to spend with each other.” He giggled. “But just cuddling, got it!” He suddenly turned into the Bill he was at school. Trying to look strict and angry.

“Got it.” I chuckled and hugged him. We said goodnight and I sneaked into Charlie's room. He was already sleeping but still had a candle on.

“Charlie?” I whispered. He got up at once.

“Nova? Is everything okay?” He yawned.

“Yeah. Bill said I have to come and snog you and he'll stay in Ginny's room and cover for us.” I grinned. Suddenly, he was wide awake and covered himself up to his neck.

“You're not naked are you?” I giggled.

“No, I have my boxers on.” He uncovered himself, realizing how silly he looked. I joined him as he scooched over.

I am not going to lie, my heart started racing when I laid down next to him. We never cuddled like this before and we only slept in the same bed once and back then we were friends. I laid my head on his arm, turned away from him. I turned my head to see him. He placed his hand on my hip and squeezed it gently. I laughed as it tickled me.

“I'm in love with you, Nova.” He said with a voice so full of emotions that I couldn't feel my body anymore.

I looked at him. His eyes were sparkling. I couldn't believe he said it. I wanted to say it so many times but I secretly wished he would do it first and he picked such a nice and relaxing moment. I loved that he didn't prepare for it at all.

“I'm in love with you too, Charles.” I breathed and I felt him tremble. I buried my head into his chest and he blew out the candle and his racing heartbeat lulled me to sleep.

—

It was so fun having Bill around. Because he was home less often the twins behaved more and they listened to him. He was so proud of himself for that. Charlie and I spent as much time with him as possible because he was leaving in a few days.

One night when I came from the bathroom, ready to sneak into Charlie's room, which Bill was guarding perfectly for almost the whole week now, I was stopped by a voice.

“Nova, go downstairs.” I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Bill's head sticking out of Ginny's room.

“Bill, what are you doing?” I giggled, he looked so funny.

“Just go downstairs, trust me.” He repeated.

“Okay.” I narrowed my eyes and started going down the stairs.

“Oh, and have fun.” He winked at me. What was he up to?

I got to the lower floor and saw Charlie waiting for me on the sofa.

“Char, what is going on?” I wanted to sit down next to him but he stopped me.

“Come with me.” He whispered and gently took my hand. He took me outside and we went through the garden and started walking up the Hill.

I recognized the place at once. Charlie took me stargazing here and I couldn't believe he was doing it again. We didn't talk the whole way there and I couldn't help but feel that he was nervous.

“Char, why are you...” But when I saw what he did, I couldn't finish the sentence.

There was this tree on the Hill and he prepared a blanket under it. It also looked like he brought some food and there were three jars of fireflies; one hanging from the tree and one on each side of the blanket.

“I thought we could have a stargazing date.” He pulled my hand a little to make me move again. I was awestruck. He was so romantic.

“Charlie...” We stopped before the blanket, I was lost for words. He opened the bag by the tree and took out two pillows and another blanket.

“I'm glad you like it.” He smiled, being proud of himself.

“Like it, this is...” I sat down and he joined me. “I love it.” I put my hand around his neck and kissed him.

“And I love you.” My whole body shook by his words. This was the second time he said it and it felt like I could never get enough of it.

“I love you too, Charlie.” I laid down, my hand still behind his neck. I gently pushed him towards me so he was on top of me.

My heart was racing faster by the minute and I knew it was time to take the next step in our relationship. It was a perfect moment. He was perfect and I never felt more ready.

I kissed him, a bit more passionately than usual and he got the hint.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly. “Don't think I did all of this just for that.”

“I'm sure.” I whispered. “I want you.” His face brightened up and he kissed me.

He started kissing my neck and I felt my body relax each minute more. His kisses were soft but determined. It made him look like he knew exactly what he was doing. He took off my shirt and I took off his and opened the zipper on his pants. I suddenly got very shy and my hands froze.

“It's okay.” He smiled and kissed me. “I'm nervous too.” If he only knew how much better his words made me feel. We were in this together.

He started kissing my neck again and slowly made his way down. He needed a moment to unhook my bra and I chuckled. I took off my pants and he reached for the blanket to cover me and he joined me underneath.

Slowly but surely we were both naked, embracing each other, while our tongues played with one another. His hand went from my back to my waist and he started touching me. I have never felt such a sensation before, it felt so good. I moaned in his mouth and I knew this was it. My mind went completely blank and I just let go and enjoyed our bodies experimenting with each other.

“Wait, I have to do something.” He pulled away for a second, breathing deeply. He took the wand from the bag and cast a spell.

“You don't have to enchant me.” I giggled.

“It's a Protection spell for you know what.” He said, his cheeks red.

“Oh.” I widened my eyes.

“Bill told me about it.” He said, a bit embarrassed. I blushed, realizing Charlie talked to Bill about this.

“He's a good big brother.” I smiled. He nodded and put away his wand.

He pulled me closer again. I loved how his weight felt on me. I could be like this forever. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were just as full of emotions as mine. I couldn't wish for anything more, as he disappeared under the covers and started to make his way down with his lips, my mind went blank again and I gave in to him completely.

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tottymatsuno · 4 years ago

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Eyes Always Seeking (Osomatsu san; Todomatsu x Reader Oneshot)

Author: Roro (tottytown)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: hurt/comfort, implied ghost story, horror, angst

Rating: PG-13 (for horror)

Summary: Why was he digging, what did he bury before those hands pulled you from the earth?

Word count: 2497

Warnings: Bugs, decomposing, death mention, implied supernatural elements, eye trauma, car accidents

Commentary: Based off of Like Real People Do by Hoizer because I was feeling emotions when listening to this in the hospital. This one uh, it hort me to write lool.

The scent of moss was the only sense you had left; dizzy and overburdened you lie under a large pine tree with the intention to decompose artistically. You can feel the worm writhe inside your shoes with beetles making their homes in your hair. The maggots eat at your open festering flesh in the same way they only do to tissue that has died. You can sense the buzzing of flies burrowing their young into gaping wounds and yet you barely feel anything. You know this is where you die, and what a beautiful death it will be.

As you become one with nature your mind wanders in aimless circles, but all you can do is smell. You smell the fresh ozone from the dewy leaves that dampen what little tattered clothes you have left, you smell the moss directly from the tree’s bark above you and on the rock your head is using almost like a pillow. You smell the grass, the dirt, and the faint traces of smoke and rubber.

There must be a lot of dead tissue on your body. You feel some pain while drifting back to a state of unbeing; it feels as if there’s entire sections of your skin scraped off of your body and what isn’t scraped off is burned past black to just large patches of void.

With shallow breathing in this shallow grave you would love to recount your life and how you got there but every memory is blank. Even if you wanted to piece together what happened to you, you’re not sure if you could come to the right conclusion. Instead you feel grateful because this is a wonderful final resting place.

Submerged in leaves and damp dirt you wake slowly from your dreamless slumber knowing it was only a trial run of what was next to come. One moment you were unaware of life and the next it began slowly reaching it’s zenith so it could steadily fade back into an endless abyss. With your head pillowed by a rock your charred body is gently tucked in by the base of a tree and fallen leaves act as your blanket like you are taking a nap in bed. You’re even curled slightly to the side in a position that would not have been natural unless you were placed in it. It seems someone left you for dead. You feel secure in the scarcity that you are an offering for this forest.

You found yourself less honest. Are you scared or are you at peace? You found yourself numb. Are you aware of anything or are you already dead?

The moon shines brilliantly above with the sound of owls calling out to another, crickets chirping loudly and even the echo of a brook’s not too far away babbling melody. A lovely soundtrack to your demise. It must be early morning you think to yourself. It’s so dark right now but you’re sure that you can dully hear birds starting to wake up.

While you cannot perceive the sounds very well nor can you see the stars with 20/20 vision you stare at them as if magnetized to their gravitational pull. You are much too far out to be found and there is no one to look for you either. Even if there is someone who cared enough to notice your absence they won’t not care to comb over the entire forest for your remains. You aren’t even sure anyone knows who you even are.

You settle in comfortably letting the soft earth become your grave. Yes, this is what you want. To become apart of nature. The tears that flow on your mud and scratch covered cheeks feels like the last of your humanity is fading away as your strain to breathe begins to quiet down to a hush.

It’s cold.

Though almost blind you can perceive a light creeping closer and your eyes find themselves drawn to it just like they were for the stars above moments before. You painfully crane your head towards it like a mindless moth to a flame, just one more experience please you prayed. You feel adrenaline slowly creep back through your veins in a last ditch effort for survival. You can finally hear a shovel digging behind you at the opposite end of the pine tree.

It sounds intense in its rhythm escalating every few tosses. You hear a voice pleading softly to, “please be here, please be here.”

“This is the spot…I know this is the spot.” The voice continues.

"I can’t lose you again. Please be here.” The voice begins to speed up along with the sound of dirt hitting the roots of the tree. “I didn’t dig this deeply so where are you?” You can’t make out most of these words yet but you can sense the urgency.

The scent of moss grows stronger with the addition of displaced rain and grass. Because the dirt smelled so wonderful, you’re inspired to croak out something that’s initially ignored due to the much louder sounds of digging.

"Help…” Your quiet voice calls out so softly you couldn’t even hear it yourself. You force yourself to your original position as the pulling of your injured muscles grows too exhausting. The shoveling continues as your will to live and senses return slowly. The sun begins its crawl to blanket the sky with its warmth and you force yourself to call out again.

“Please be here - where are you? Please, where are you?” The hushed pleading becomes increasingly frantic in nature.

“Help me…” Finally there’s a pause from the shoveling, “Is someone here?” There’s a cautiously optimistic edge as the voice calls out.

“I can’t see you, please say something else!” Every syllable sounds so earnest.

You see the light being picked up as you stare out to the open lilac expanse through the canopy of leaves. “Help me please.” You force your voice out with all its shaky and frantic pressure into the air. It’s dried past hoarse and sounds more of a ghost than anything but it was the best you got.

“Where are you?!” You hear his panic spill the words from his mouth more-so than your own. It’s a stark change in tone from his hopefulness beforehand. This stranger’s desperation forces you to acknowledge something. “Front of you.” You cough out the words that scratch your throat raw. The light flashes about overhead rapidly as you try to speak again.

A name is shouted but you know it isn’t your own.

You hear the boots crunch the soft wet twigs and leaves before the lantern's fire burns your eyes. “I’m here.” You hear him say above you like an angel from the heavens. You want to live. You don’t want to die beautifully or artistically and now you have even the faintest hope you reach out for your savior without a doubt that he means you well.

“I’m here now.”

How can you not trust him when he says those words with so much yearning.

The lantern is turned down so it’s less harsh on your eyes as you watch the man take a shuttering deep breath. He exhales as if all of his worries fell out with the release of his carbon monoxide.

More sounds of shifting with him crouching down to meet you in the dirt. When he’s close enough your arms stretch to hang loosely from his shoulders. He’s at eye level as he examines your situation uncritically. His depth perception is slightly off as he goes to touch you for the first time. The man’s happiness is almost infectious as the tears pool in the corners of his eye. Leaves are brushed from your face with affection, and his lips curl up into a smile when he picks away a few of the beetles out of your hair.

“I found you.” What a nice voice.

You feel his hands dig to pry you from the earth with all of tenderness that could be afforded. His expression is gentle with a smile of relief that reached his only eye. The shovel that was placed on the base of the tree quickly lands on its exposed root with a thud where it would be forgotten. “You scared me.” He says as he pulls you into his arms with the lantern in tow. The gratitude overwhelms you and washes over your body just as the last of your adrenaline fades out.

When he stands up you can feel his arms trembling but his voice is strong and he doesn’t falter as he speaks. There’s a moment of silence as he collects his bearings to steady himself so he can walk without falling. He’s being so careful.

He says the name again and you force your voice to work once more. “Who?” He doesn’t answer right away instead focusing his attention to navigating out of the woods. His expression is briefly unreadable and you wholly trust him despite it.

In his arms your hand feebly reaches to mark his clean cheeks with mud. He glances at your contact and then he meet yours. His warm honeyed gaze feels so honest when locked to your own. You’re surprised about the patch though you do not mind it because it feels like the natural consequence for something you do not remember. But it isn’t until his uncovered eye leave yours just as quickly as if he searching for something else. You don’t know how to articulate how vastly lonely it feels when he isn’t looking into your own. What expression is that?

You feel sad for him but each moment of contact helps you regain something that had been lost. In the morning’s light you hear the rhythm of his steps and heartbeat. You can see small scars littering his face and neck, you can see unhealed wounds along his uncovered flesh. His arms still tremble holding onto you but he refuses even for a moment to let you fall.

“Try to save your strength.” He sounds so overly fond of you already. Your raised hand falls after the sustained effort but it limply sits where you can feel his heartbeat. When you are cradled to his chest and lifted from your natural coffin you want to do only one thing. You stare at his slightly injured mouth which speaks so kindly to you.

“Who are you?” You want to hear his voice again so you felt compelled to speak more.

“I’m Todomatsu, but you can me Totty.” Todomatsu tells you warmly as he carries you away past trees and bushes. “Don’t look over there, okay?” Todomatsu tells you as he avoids a lone tire. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline almost makes you feel sick. Todomatsu avoids the obstacles effortlessly but if you were to reflect later you might have realized he was being careful not to injure you further.

“Honey?” The word feels right as you mumble it out.

“Hm?” Things must be moving in slow motion you think after tugging his soaked button down. The lilac dusk has turned to it’s deep pinks, peaches and oranges on the horizon that halo him. You tug further which causes Todomatsu to look down at you in response.

Todomatsu must have gotten hurt right before coming to find you which makes you sad.

A kiss is all you want. If an apology is needed later you will gladly give it, but you only want to prove to yourself that you’re alive. Like a real person. You put your lips on his sweet lips in a kiss that only real people can do.

After being placed in a car off the shoulder of the road the two of you are admitted to the hospital for a long period of time.

Years later after an intense recovery you have a scary thought about the man who saved your life and eventually married. Why was he digging out so far away from civilization, what was he burying before he saved your life? You didn’t think to ask when Todomatsu visited you everyday in the hospital after his discharge. The thought was pushed so far out of your mind at the time, so even if you wanted to you could not ask him where he came from.

What if he hadn’t been there, what if he hadn’t saved you? How serendipitous that Todomatsu found you there amongst the bugs and the dirt but you know that look now and that further cements your decision to not ask him because neither should he question things he doesn’t want the answer to.

Todomatsu must have been looking for someone else, you think now after each lingering kiss. That faraway but keen eye always seems seeking someone who looks like you. Someone who sounds like you. You know you are not that person even without any memory of where you came from or how you almost met your demise in that forest.

Your marriage certificate has the name Todomatsu initially called you by but was signed much before he saved your life, there are people who have came to cautiously greet you but were ushered away. When the doctors would examine your injuries during your extensive recovery they would remark how impossible your survival was.

“Your husband should have taken you both in right away, I don’t know why he waited two days to bring you in.”

“Because he waited so long he won’t ever see from that eye again.”

Todomatsu tries his best to protect you from these conversations and you in turn try your best not to place the pieces together.

You were treated as a medical marvel after six years when even your scars all faded away and the contrast of your luck versus Todomatsu's made you feel guilty. Todomatsu smiles at you and always repeats it was a small price to pay to protect something dear to his heart.

Photographs you don’t recall taking, things you don’t know about this person. Todomatsu avoids saying it’s amnesia to your face and you appreciate that but you can tell it’s a practiced lie he recites to others.

In the night when Todomatsu is dead asleep and you are all alone and miss him you sneak away with his phone. There’s a page bookmarked about a death forest near a popular tourist town. You do not ever click on it nor do you look through his search history again after you see the words “did not come back right?” but instead you watch the videos in his gallery much older than they should be. He has both eyes and the person who resembles you makes expressions you never can.

His kiss feels familiar like a far off memory or maybe what you dreamt of the night he found you buried half alive. Your home is full of reenactments and deja vu as if you’re forcing yourself to live someone else’s life.

You feel artificial as Todomatsu hands you another dish he’s sure you’ll love with a gaze watching each micro expression with expectancy. This dish is seasoned with nostalgia for someone you do not know but you might learn to be. The dissociation temporarily ends when Todomatsu kisses you when you tell him, "This tastes good." The feeling of being a ghost in your own home is slowly fading incrementally when his lips touch your own and you feel whole and alive.

A kiss is something only real people can do.

#todomatsu x si #todomatsu sadstuck #totty x reader #todomatsux reader #osomatsu imagines #ososan imagines #matsuno todomatsu x reader #todomatsu/reader #how many times am i gonna tag that ugly boy #read my fics or go to hell #Roros fics

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foryourdiary · 4 years ago

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[ TOM HOLLAND, HE/HIM, CISMALE ] — [ TYLER PRUITT ] is a child of [ TYCHE ] with the power of [ JINX and LUCK ABSORPTION ] . they were born in [ 1997 ] and have been in nemean lion since [ 2017 ] . with the change, they [ ARE TRAINING IN ] the [ STANDARD ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ CHALLENGING PEOPLE TO STUPID BETS and OVERALL BEING THE WORST ] . if you’d like to meet them try the [ MOON ] building . — [ JINX ]: the power to make other people unlucky. (cannot be used on oneself, the longer the effects, the more exhausted the user becomes) [LUCK ABSORPTION]: the power to absorb luck energy from one’s surroundings. (requires great concentration and effort, can only absorb whatever limited potential luck is in the objects/people/surrounds in their vicinity)

tw: car accident, death

though tyler’s father, an already incredibly successful lawyer, knew exactly what his son tyler would be after knowingly having an affair with tyche, the goddess of luck, that didn’t mean he was all that excited about having a child to begin with.

his father enjoyed being a single man, using his wealth to attract women, usually women significantly younger than him, in their 20s to his late 40s.

when tyler was born, the luck that emanated from his son excited mark pruitt, and suddenly being a father didn’t seem so bad.

it was an inconsistent thing, until tyler grew old enough to start controlling the absorption of luck around him, to bring it into himself, and share some of that with his father: a missing piece of evidence in a case would suddenly turn up, the opposing side’s star witness would slip up on a lie on the stand, things like that.

but just like his father, tyler was also selfish, and started using these powers for his own good fortune as he entered his preteen and teen years.

making other people unlucky allowed him to win every baseball game, taking in the luck around him helped him be the guy all the cute girls noticed first, and it meant that when his father finally settled down, he at least chose someone tyler could tolerate.

tyler was 16 when his father married his 24 year old “girlfriend” who happily confided with tyler that she was here to pay for medical school, just like tyler enjoyed the fruits of his father’s labor (or lack thereof) with his expensive cars and big house to throw parties in every weekend.

the two became allies, a woman tolerating a loveless marriage for the sake of getting through medical school to pay for her father’s medical debt, and a boy who, as he got older and older, resented that he was used as a pawn by a man who didn’t love him.

tyler was in his second year of college when his family was attacked by a monster, and in a moment of fearing for his own life, his father did nothing to try and protect his wife or his son, instead protecting himself when he got in the car and drove away. It looked like the end of tyler and his stepmother who was more like a big sister when he was protected by fighters from nemean lion.

they hadn’t been fast enough to protect tyler’s father though, who in his haste to escape, ran a red light and was killed instantly in a head on collision. it was almost laughable, if it hadn’t hurt to know that tyler’s father died worried about only himself, with no love spared for his son.

and he lost his stepmother, who actually did step in the line of fire for him, just moments before he was rescued, just seconds short of saving her life.

so he headed off to nemean lion with more inheritance than he could ever spend, and no concept of what it was to care about anyone, or be cared about in return.

personality:

persuasive

venturesome

unfoolable

arrogant

judgmental

inconsiderate

headcanons:

tyler learned absolutely nothing about being a better person from watching his father die, if anything it’s just made him more “what’s the point” about life and doing whatever he wants

he’s obscenely wealthy, his dad had a lot of wealth from using tyler to manipulate investments

slut alert

he’s not cruel so much as he just doesn’t care much about how his actions affect people and he definitely will not call you back in the morning

potential connections:

disclaimer: i am not interested in plotting with or interacting with members who are under the age of eighteen. sorry <3 anyone wishing to do anything romantic with tyler should be over the age of twenty. just a personal boundary of mine, thank you for understanding.

sighs deeply…. hookups

a bestie

a roommate pls

someone tyler hits on all the time who constantly rejects him but lowkey flirts back… you know exactly what i’m talking about

this is super random but i was thinking tyler’s stepmom could have had a younger sister who blames tyler and his family for what happened to her (they wouldn’t be entirely wrong???) so like if anyone ever brings in a new char and wants to hash out that connection lmk

i’m open to most things, let’s hash some stuff out!

#sighs..........#nlintro

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ayzrules · 4 years ago

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find the word tag!

thank you so much to @thoughpoppiesblow and @charlesjosephwrites for the tag <3 !!! gonna combine them , apologies in advance for length!

drawing from stuff w/ @artless-whimsy & rp story w/ @bebemoon & the btr girls <3 <3 <3

wind

In the desert, the darkness falls over the land in a shimmer of silken starlight, slithering through the night and cloaking the world in puddles of gloom that prowl across the skies and murmur with the wind.

sunlight

“Then what else am I supposed to call it, if not ‘enthralled’?” Elias demanded irritably, a snarl simmering in his voice and Wolf-gold tinging his irises in serrated sunlight as he rolled his eyes.

frozen

“What did you say?” Yinmei Zhang interjected harshly, and Alejandro felt Gen stiffen beside him as the tension cut through the air, thick and choking and coiling around them like Adrian’s hand crushing at his throat. When he attempted to send a reassuring smile her way, he saw that she’d frozen in place, her face as white as the fluttering silk sleeves of Zhang’s gown.

tide

STORMS that shatter the heavens in half, shuddering the world apart at its very foundations. Wind that tears a sandstorm over the hills, the thrashing, jagged-edged columns of dust and grit skidding and splintering across the desert until even the sun and stars succumb to the never-ending tide.

park

Mai was sitting on a bench under the shade of a willow tree. The sun was out, soft like morning dew; her husband was arranging for a carriage at the entrance to the park, and the air smelled of spring rain.

lie (lying)

The fire flashes and flickers over low-lying grasses and snarls of woody vegetation, devouring everything in its path as the air glimmers with heat and dances with ash

rest

Dark clouds gather in the west, roiling and restless: they are bruises of dust and water vapor, blooming over the sky like deadly nightshade. Thunder growls over the land, a heaven-bound panther stalking its prey, and the mortals fear its wrath.

grass

In the valleys and ridges, spring-soft grass gives way to lightning-charred rock. Rain-lush trees - wreathed in mist like wisps of wafting lace - shrivel down to crags of blackened roots and coal-dark stumps.

tagging: @inlilac {to do in the server!} @pinkhairedjoon @vampirkaninchen @crystallized-ink @daydreamodyssey + anyone else who sees & wants to do!

your words are: sky, moon, flower, swirl

#my stuff #run devil run #btr #wrc

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brideofcthulhu10 · 5 years ago

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Alright orginally I wanted to do these all in one go, but I figured it'd be easier for me to get them in segments that way you guys get more content. Okay heads up, guys I will be going with my family to the zoo tomorrow so I'm not gonna be posting much that day. I'll try to push something out but no guarantees!

Lost Boys Fem!S/O Gives Birth [1/4]

David

Days pushed into weeks. Weeks to months. Finally, months turn to weeks. Now it was to the point David was getting increasingly impatient. While the due date was up for speculation, 9 months began to tip towards ten. Anxious couldn't even begin to cover it. He wanted his child, he wanted to see their face, most of all he wanted you to stop hurting!

Early mornings of you crying from the sheer aching pains in your back sent him into a tizzy, he couldn't get any sleep while you were in agony. He'd lie beside you in the wee hours of the morning flipping through the stupid pregnancy book Dwayne found for him.

"A late due date is not uncommon. Your baby will come when they're good and ready," David read to himself out loud laying beside you in bed, his face souring into a grimace. Patience was a virtue he had yet to achieve. "I don't want to wait."

With the prospect of childbirth looming over the two of you he had decided since your first trimester to sacrifice his comfort by sleeping beside you. Originally they had simply housed you in Star’s bed, but due to her wretched half-vampire form she would have no risk if the sun were to catch her. David, on the other hand, would quickly burn to a crisp at the first sign of daylight. Thus, he took it upon himself to search his way through the dismantled hotel until he found the most stable room held together between peeling walls and cave formations, tucked away from any prying light. Holes were sealed up, cracks were filled, your bed even had a canopy of thick black curtains covering it to prevent any stray beams that felt welcome.

Laying beside him you only shrugged your shoulders with a soft sigh, running your hands over your stomach. You had just gotten used to this speech by now. David tried everything to help you go into labor. Weird foods, extra long walks, those stupid exercises, even sex!

Nothing. Your little one was as stubborn as their father.

"You know color me crazy," you started to say, petting the platinum blonde vampire tenderly ", but I don't think grumbling at a fetus will make them come any faster."

"Shows what you know." David laid the side of his head atop your belly ready to burst. Carefully he peeled away his leather glove, sliding his hand beneath your shirt. Your skin was warm and taut, stretching to its limits. He had watched the time slip away faster than he expected, and yet somehow it felt not fast enough. When he closed his eyes he could hear the muffled, warped heartbeat submerged below. The momentary peace soothed his soul. He could sense their stirring mind. It was muddied, a cluster of emotions, no thought.

The silence gave you a moment to breathe and savor the tender moments with David until a sharp sting pulled at your abdomen. It spread across the base of your stomach, digging into the small of your back and spreading outward. You nearly recoiled from him with a harsh gasp hissed through your teeth. David sat up immediately.

“What is it,” he demanded, taking your hands into his. “Are you okay?”

It only lasted a minute or two and just like that the ache had faded away. Taking a moment to breath you simply smiled and waved it off. "Relax it's just a cramp," you assured him. “It just caught me off guard is all.”

"I'm not so convinced." He pulled himself to your side. "That's the third time it's happened in an hour, love. They’re getting shorter in between. Are you sure you aren’t in any pain, kitten?."

You kissed his cheek softly, tucking away a lock of snow that had fallen in his face. "I'll be fine. I promise. Don’t worry about me okay? It’s already gone."

What you weren’t aware of was that you had spoken far too soon. The discomfort persisted even into the daytime, and David's observation was starting to hold some weight. Earlier that night it had only begun as a slow ache that came once every two hours. But that time had split in half. Then again. Until you were feeling a persisting ache in your muscles that left you gasping for air almost every five minutes. In the late hours of the afternoon you softly awoke still wrapped in David’s arms. Again another pain came and went, this time you had to bite down on your lip to avoid any sudden sounds. Slowly you managed to wiggle out of his grip, hoping another blood bag may be enough to curb your discomfort. It wasn’t a surprise when even motion became a taxing endeavor. Every step weighed heavy on your body, you thought you might have to sit down before you had even left the room. Barely shuffling through the corridors, you had begun to use the walls as support.

You clutched at your stomach, dragging in labored breaths trying to catch yourself against the edge of the lobby fountain when you finally stumbled out. It was too much even to move now, and the reality of the situation was settling in. These weren’t your false contractions that visited you maybe once an hour, if that. There was maybe a minute in between them now. With what little strength you had left, you lowered yourself onto the floor. You couldn’t hold back whatever agonized groans that had previously been stifled, clenching your eyes shut. This was definitely a bad decision on your part.

Your absence was quickly noticed by David. The bed felt lighter, he could sense some sort of difference in weight and with a tired groan he rolled over to reach you... Where were you?

At first he lazily ran his hand over the sheets, expecting you to only be a few inches from him. When you proved further than he expected, he began rapidly patting around the mattress. His body began to panic when his fingers still failed to find you, then across the cave he heard an echoed whine. That's when he shot up out of bed from his slumber, looking at the empty space where you should've been. "Y/N," he called out, hearing you scream a second time. "Y/N!!"

In a frantic dash he swung himself over the bed, nearly flying through until an unexpected obstacle had him skidding to a horrified stop.

You were clinging onto the edge of the fountain just out of his grasp, the cruel sun enveloping you entirely leaving him to cower in the shadows. Paul and Marko had dove from the cave when they overheard you crying, circling through the dark until they saw David diving into the room just as limited against the ring of fire as they were.

“Y/N, hang on,” Paul called, but the moment his fingers touched the light they burst into flames. Immediately he recoiled with a shriek, grasping at his burnt flesh. There was no way they could reach you. Not until the sun went down. Everything began to hurt at once. GThere was a heavy layer of perspiration coating your skin. You hadn’t even realized your water broke until you could hear it. Like someone pouring out a bucket of water, the ground beneath you now soaked.

David rapidly paced watching you sob alone against the fountain. What should he do? What could he do?? Just like Paul, he began to reach his hand out to touch the light. Of course it caught aflame and he rapidly shook it to dispel any further burn.

“David please, stay back,” you begged, trying to prop yourself against the concrete edge behind you. The sun proved a worthy adversary to you as well, firmly planting you in place with not an ounce of strength to spare between you and the constant contractions. David steeled his resolve, stepping forward towards you. Your words were falling on deaf ears, even Paul and Marko making a mad dash to hold him in place. With every ounce of strength he had, David tore away- right into the sun.

Within moments the merciless rays lit his back up into a cruel bonfire. You screamed, sobbing and begging him to go back. Instead he fought to lift you into his arms, dragging his feet through hell. You were clinging to his jacket, unable to watch the look of agony he presented until finally he had collapsed with you in tow into the dark. Marko quickly covered the flames with an old tarp draped over the couches, patting it away as fast as possible. The stench of charred flesh made his nose ache, it was foul.

Even in his weakened state David dragged himself to your side, pushing away your hair from your burning face. It took everything you had to stay still. There was no doctor here to warn you of when it was safe to push.

With every passing hour it grew more intense. David had no choice but to feel how dilated you had become. To hell with modesty, if you weren’t ready and you tried to push the baby out you’d both die. He’d read enough of those books Dwayne brought to know what to do. Paul held your hand, helping you sit up in place. He swore you might break his hand, and once if was time you began to panic. Both vampires had to keep you firmly in place while your body began to stretch and tear. Dwayne had finally arisen, bringing in an armful of towels and a tub of warm water. At the suggestion he took over, you rapidly shook your head. It was one thing to have David with his hands up there, so instead he was on cleaning duties. Your screams filled the cave, every room vibrating with the unimaginable pain you felt. It was pushing out, all you could do was cry. All four boys were talking you through it. No one could have really prepared you for this. Stories and films always made it seem like the birth could easily take three hours tops. It had been almost the entire day. Thirteen hours from the contractions to now your labor, clinging to every excruciating minute. You felt like you were dying, everything becoming numb… and then you could hear the first sounds. Coughing and sputtering as fluids were thrown up.

All of you were just silent, David’s face in utter awe. Gently Dwayne handed him a towel, scooping up the blood caked infant now wailing in his arms. Tears spilled over his cheeks, wiping away the muck that hid his precious child from him, utterly speechless.

“Oh… shit dude,” Paul finally spoke, causing a breathless laugh from you. Even David chuckled.

“Well c’mon man don’t keep it a secret,” Marko chimed in, trying to get a peek. God, it was so tiny. Dwayne leaned over David’s shoulder at the newborn nestled against his chest.

“..It’s a girl..,” he asked. David’s nod sent a rush of warmth through you, an uncontrollable wave of tears and laughter spilling from you. Still recovering from his own endeavors into the sun, he handed your newborn daughter to Marko, who in turn, placed her in your arms. Her petit fingers grasped at your shirt, whimpering against your chest.

“She’s… beautiful,” you hiccuped, utterly breathless. You looked over at your burnt partner trying to recover with a blood pack stolen from the fridge, bits of flesh reviving back into healthy skin. When he could finally recover enough to move beside you, he simply pulled you into his arms, softly thanking you over and over for his beautiful little one. She clung to his hand as it ran over her petite head whimpering until he gently cradled her in his arms once more. A sense of relief washed over you, laying against David's chest barely able to catch your breath. Tonight he would go hunting to recover, and for the first time he wouldn't be bringing back blood for you, but for your newborn daughter.

#lost boys 1987 #lost boys imagine #the lost boys #lost boys fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #lost boys #fanfic #80s movies #vampire pregnancy #lost boys vampires #vampire boys #lost boys david #lost boys drama

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