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badger-tales · 8 days ago

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An Initial Spark//S.B x Reader

A/n: so like i know electronics dont work at hogwarts but i feel like its on brand for sirius to ask for her number despite this!!

Request: @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader

hiiiii👅 its kinda a long story but a few weeks ago this boy asked for my number and we started talking a lot and i started to like him and mind you he had feelings for me forst and then he started walking me to my classes and he asked me out on a date, but then i confessed to him that i liked him and he told me he loved me but he wanted to focus on school and he said it wasnt a good idea to go on a date and that he should stop walking me to class so that im also focused on school and not him. But then a few days later he started ignoring me and now he’s basically ghosting me😨 anyways that was long but i was wondering if you could write a sirius x femreader fic like that but with a happy ending instead😭🙏 thanksss sorry for ranting

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The corridor buzzed with energy as students bustled from one class to the next, filling the air with laughter and bits of conversation that bounced off the stone walls. Sunlight filtered through high, arched windows, casting a warm glow on the weathered floors and illuminating small motes of dust that danced in the golden beams. You knelt by your bag, hurriedly gathering your scattered belongings, tucking a stray parchment inside before the crowd of rushing feet could crumple it beyond recognition.

Lost in thought, your mind drifted over the day’s lessons, half-aware of the chatter and footsteps echoing around you. It wasn’t until a shadow fell over your things that you sensed someone beside you. Straightening, you looked up, and your heart stuttered as you found yourself face-to-face with Sirius Black, his familiar smirk and glinting eyes standing out even among the lively crowd around you.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for… ah, maybe you can help me,” he drawled, voice smooth and laced with a hint of playful mischief. His dark hair fell perfectly into his eyes, which sparkled with an unspoken joke. His posture was relaxed, leaning against the wall as if he had all the time in the world, and for a moment, you were aware of how intensely his presence seemed to fill the space around him.

A flush rose to your cheeks as you scrambled to maintain your composure, feeling the warmth spread over your skin. “Um, hi, Sirius,” you managed, though your voice wavered slightly, betraying the flutter of nerves that his sudden appearance had stirred up.

“Hi yourself,” he replied, tilting his head in that effortless, casual way that made him look both charming and completely at ease. “I seem to have… misplaced my Charms textbook. Thought maybe I could borrow yours?”

You raised an eyebrow, catching the playful glint in his eyes. “Funny, I could’ve sworn I saw you walk out of Charms with it just a few minutes ago,” you replied, a hint of challenge slipping into your voice.

Sirius let out a soft chuckle, momentarily caught but unfazed, and shrugged as though conceding defeat. “Alright, you got me,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But in my defense, it made for a decent excuse to ask for your notes. And, well, maybe your number?”

The words hung in the air, and your heart skipped, stumbling over itself as you processed his request. “My number?” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady, though you couldn’t ignore the tingling thrill that his attention sent through you.

“Purely for academic purposes, of course,” he added smoothly, his smile widening into something almost roguish. “Think of it as a charitable contribution to the Sirius Black cause.”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, rolling your eyes at his theatrics but feeling a spark of excitement nonetheless. “Well, I suppose I could help out… just this once,” you replied, suppressing a smile as you scribbled your number onto a scrap of parchment.

As you handed it over, his fingers brushed against yours, the contact lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The warmth of his touch seemed to echo through you, and his eyes locked onto yours, intense and full of unspoken promises.

“Thanks, love,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine, an unsteady fluttering settling in your stomach. “I owe you one. Maybe I’ll pay you back with a walk to your next class tomorrow?”

Before you could find your voice to answer, he winked, his grin as sharp as ever, and turned on his heel, disappearing into the crowd with a confidence that left you breathless. You stared down at the parchment still clutched in your hand, your heart racing, a distinct thrill running through you as you realized that this was likely only the beginning.

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The next morning, true to his word, Sirius was waiting for you outside your classroom, leaning against the stone wall with that casual confidence that seemed so uniquely his. The moment you stepped into the hallway, he straightened, a wide grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of you.

“Thought you’d skip out on me,” he teased, easily falling into step beside you as though you’d been walking together for years. His presence was warm, and you couldn’t help but smile at the effortless way he seemed to make the start of your day feel lighter.

“Oh? And miss the chance to help a fellow student in dire need?” you replied, playing along with his theatrics even as your pulse quickened. There was something undeniably thrilling about how he’d made this little ritual feel like a part of your routine, a part of you.

Over the next few days, Sirius’s presence became a constant, steadying part of your mornings. He’d appear outside your classes with a teasing grin, always ready with a remark that had you laughing or a story so exaggerated you could barely keep up with the twists. Sometimes, he’d surprise you with small, ridiculous gifts—a chocolate frog he’d “found” with a dramatic flair or a silly trinket he claimed to have charmed for luck, though the charm’s effect was often debatable.

One afternoon, as the two of you walked through the sun-dappled hallways, he sidled up closer, hands tucked into his pockets, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“So, don’t laugh, but I have a present for you,” he announced, his voice laced with anticipation. He fished something from his pocket and held it out: a small, hand-painted rock with a wonky little star etched into it.

You blinked, trying to suppress a laugh. “A rock?”

“It’s not just any rock,” he replied, feigning a look of wounded pride. “It’s a luck charm. I painted it myself. Guaranteed to bring good fortune—though, full disclosure, the only other person I tested it on was James, and he slipped in the corridor not five minutes later. But I’m confident it’ll work wonders for you.”

Unable to stop yourself, you laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “Good to know I’m your second choice for luck charms.”

“Not second,” he corrected, his voice softening, a genuine look flashing in his eyes. “Just the one who matters more.”

For a moment, the air felt charged, the playful back-and-forth quieting into something deeper. And though you could have laughed it off or changed the subject, you found yourself smiling, pocketing the rock as if it were a treasure.

“Well, here’s to good luck,” you said, feeling the warmth of his gaze linger as you continued down the corridor together, a sense of possibility stretching out in front of you.

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As the days drifted by, Hogwarts took on a new vibrancy, each class and corridor illuminated with a brightness you hadn’t noticed before. What had once been routine now felt touched with a bit of magic, a change you couldn’t quite name but knew came from Sirius’s presence by your side. No matter where you walked together, he had this way of making even the most mundane corners feel alive, as though he’d charmed the very stones of the castle with his laughter. His voice echoed off the walls, turning heads and drawing smiles from students passing by, like his happiness was a spell that wrapped itself around everyone nearby.

You noticed the subtle ways he looked out for you—how he’d steer you away from crowded stretches of hallway, his hand hovering protectively near your back to shield you from the jostling rush of other students. He would linger in conversation even when his friends called for him, as if each moment he spent with you mattered more than the pull of his familiar group. With every passing day, his small gestures made your heart flutter and grounded you all at once, a warm reminder of his steady presence beside you.

And though neither of you had acknowledged the deepening bond between you, there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet certainty that your connection was growing into something more than casual friendship. It was as if the shared silences and glances between you held all the words you hadn’t yet dared to say.

One morning, as you reached the door to your next class, Sirius slowed, his fingers brushing lightly over your shoulder. He hesitated, as though measuring his words.

“Are you free this weekend?” he asked, attempting a casual tone, though you noticed the hint of anticipation flickering in his eyes. “I was thinking we could… I don’t know, go to Hogsmeade or something. Just the two of us.”

Your heart did a small flip, your pulse quickening at the invitation. “That sounds… nice,” you managed, voice softer than you’d intended, barely able to keep the thrill out of your words.

A grin spread across his face, that lopsided smile that made the whole world feel a little brighter. “Great. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

With a playful salute, he spun on his heel and strode off down the hall, leaving you leaning against the wall, heart racing, as you tried to process what had just happened. His words echoed in your mind, lingering like the promise of something wonderful waiting just around the corner.

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The excitement from Sirius’s invitation had carried you through the rest of the day and well into the night. By the next morning, you found yourself glancing at the clock through every class, the anticipation bubbling beneath your calm facade. At meals, you drifted into daydreams of the trip, and even in the library, your mind wandered from the open Charms textbook in front of you.

A chair scraping against the wooden floor jolted you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see Sirius sliding into the seat across from you, an impish smile lighting up his face as he dropped his bag with a casual thud.

“So,” he began, leaning back with a grin, “still up for tomorrow?”

You smiled, nodding as you tried to steady the flutter in your chest. “As long as you don’t get us kicked out of Hogsmeade for any pranks,” you teased, recalling the legendary stories of the Marauders’ escapades.

“Would I do that to you?” he replied, feigning a look of innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told a different story. “But just in case, I’ll behave. Mostly.” Leaning forward, he dropped his voice to a whisper, as though letting you in on a secret. “Besides, I was thinking we could try something a bit different. You know, like an adventure.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “An adventure? In Hogsmeade?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his grin widening. “Maybe sneak into the Shrieking Shack, or—hear me out—sample every flavor at Honeydukes, no matter how questionable they sound.”

A laugh escaped you, the tension you’d felt about tomorrow melting away under his infectious enthusiasm. “And here I thought you’d suggest something simple, like a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.”

He scoffed playfully, shaking his head. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” He leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Besides, I want our first… outing to be memorable.” He hesitated, glancing down as though searching for the right words, and when he looked back up, his expression had softened. “It’s not every day I get to spend time with someone I actually want to get to know.”

His words took you by surprise, catching you off guard and stirring an unfamiliar warmth that bloomed across your cheeks. For a moment, gone was the playful Sirius who hid behind jokes and careless grins. In his place was someone else entirely, someone who looked at you with a genuine, unguarded interest, as if he were truly seeing you for the first time. His usual smirk softened, his gaze steady and intent, reaching across the space between you in a way that made your heart skip.

Trying to break the unexpected intensity that hung in the air, you summoned a teasing smile, hoping to lighten the moment. “Just don’t blame me if you regret it after trying the earwax-flavored sweets.”

The corners of his mouth quirked into a grin, and he laughed, the sound low and warm. Reaching across the table, he nudged your hand with his fingers—a fleeting touch, light as a whisper, but enough to send an undeniable thrill up your spine. The casual brush of his hand lingered, sparking a warmth that left you acutely aware of how close he was. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured, his voice carrying a promise, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary before retreating.

A comfortable silence settled between you, as if both of you were savoring the unspoken exchange that had passed. His gaze shifted toward the stack of books you’d brought, a playful smile returning as he broke the quiet. “Though it seems like you’re quite the diligent student. Should I be taking notes on my competition?”

Feigning an air of superiority, you raised an eyebrow, allowing a grin to tug at your lips. “Competition? You might want to worry about your own grades before trying to take me on, Black.”

He let out a dramatic gasp, clutching a hand to his chest in a mock display of offense. “Ouch. A hit straight to my academic ego.” Shaking his head in mock disappointment, he continued, “Fine, Miss Overachiever, I’ll leave you to your studying tonight. But tomorrow,” he said, his voice dropping to a playful murmur, “it’s all about the adventure.”

Slowly, he rose from his chair, the lingering anticipation evident in his eyes as he met your gaze. He hesitated just a moment, giving you a look that held a spark of something deeper, something that sent your heart fluttering in your chest. “I’ll meet you at the gates around noon?”

All you could do was nod, watching him as he walked away, his stride confident and easy, leaving you to sit there, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions he’d left in his wake. The anticipation of tomorrow filled your mind with possibilities, your heart racing with the thought of what awaited in Hogsmeade. Whatever lay ahead, you knew it would be unforgettable, thanks to Sirius Black and that irrepressible, infectious spirit of his.

The Hogsmeade adventure with Sirius had been everything you’d dreamed it could be, and then some. From the very first step, he’d taken you into a world that felt crafted just for the two of you, as if every street, every shop, every sound in the village was meant to echo with your laughter. He led you into Honeydukes, his eyes glinting with mischief as he dared you to try the most bizarre, borderline terrifying flavors of sweets, his delighted laughter filling the shop each time you made a face. Then there was the thrilling escapade to the Shrieking Shack, where he’d coaxed you into joining him in a half-frightened, half-excited exploration, his hand clasped around yours as he weaved exaggerated tales about the ghosts that might still linger there. By the time he managed to charm his way into getting an extra Butterbeer “on the house” at the Three Broomsticks, you were both completely swept away, lost in a day where reality seemed to bend around the magic of being together.

The hours had flown by in a blur of laughter, warmth, and fleeting touches, each one sparking something deeper between you. It felt as if the world had shrunk, leaving only the two of you in a shared bubble of adventure and quiet wonder, as if Hogwarts, responsibilities, and worries had melted away, leaving only this single, perfect day.

Now, as you walked along the edge of the Black Lake, the golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the water, painting everything in shades of amber and gold. The air was still, filled only with the gentle sound of the lake’s ripples and the occasional chirp of a bird settling in for the evening. Silence stretched between you, comfortable yet charged, as if both of you were holding your breath, waiting for something unspoken to fill the space.

Sirius stopped, gazing out over the water, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable, his usual grin replaced by a contemplative look. “Today was… amazing,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of something deeper, softer, that sent a thrill through you.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, warmth flooding over you as you nodded. “Yeah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was perfect.”

He turned to you then, and for a moment, you saw the playful, roguish Sirius fade, replaced by someone with a gaze that held something raw, something genuine. His eyes searched yours, his brow furrowing slightly as though grappling with something he wasn’t used to sharing. “There’s… something I wanted to ask you,” he said, running a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that felt strangely out of place on him. “I mean, I know we joke around, but… this, all of this… it’s been real for me.”

You held your breath, feeling your heart pound with a mix of hope and fear. The words you’d been keeping to yourself for so long hovered on the edge of your tongue, and for a moment, it felt as though the world had stilled, waiting for you to speak. Gathering your courage, you let the truth spill out, voice soft but steady.

“Sirius, I… I really like you,” you admitted, barely above a whisper, feeling as though saying it out loud might shatter the fragile beauty of the moment. “And I don’t mean just as a friend. I’ve felt this way for a while now, and… I thought maybe you felt the same?”

For a single heartbeat, his face lit up with something that looked like relief, his eyes brightening as though he’d been waiting for this. But just as quickly, a shadow fell over his expression, his gaze lowering as he took a small step back. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes fixed on a distant point over the lake, as though he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I… Merlin, I didn’t expect you to say that,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a weight that made your chest ache. “And it’s not that I don’t feel the same. I do, more than you know.” He glanced at you, a hint of sadness softening his gaze. “But I don’t know if now’s the right time for this.”

A pang of confusion and disappointment washed over you, and you struggled to make sense of his words. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, his hands dropping to his sides, his expression torn. “I’m under so much pressure—OWLs, my family’s expectations… everything feels like it’s pressing down on me. I’m barely keeping up with all of it, and the last thing I want is to drag you into that mess.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “And I don’t want to be a distraction for you either.”

His words cut deep, and a subtle ache settled in your chest as you tried to make sense of it. “So… you think I’m a distraction?” you asked quietly, feeling the sting of the implication.

“No,” he said quickly, reaching out, his hand finding yours, his grip warm and grounding as his thumb brushed lightly over your fingers. “That’s not what I mean. You mean… everything to me. And that’s why I can’t mess this up. I don’t want to hurt you if things get too overwhelming.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and bittersweet, only broken by the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. You held onto his hand, feeling the tension in his fingers, the weight of the struggles he was trying to shield you from. He was pulling away, but you could see the depth of his care in every hesitant word, every anxious glance.

“So what does this mean?” you asked, your voice trembling as you looked up at him. “Are you saying we should just… stop?”

His face softened, and he looked down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing soothing circles over the back of yours. “I think we need to take a step back,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “At least until things settle down a bit. It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. I just don’t want to do this wrong and ruin everything.”

The words stung, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes, the weight of the battle he was fighting within himself. He was trying to protect you, even if it hurt. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to nod, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sadness that threatened to spill over. “I understand, Sirius. I really do.”

He looked at you with a gratitude so intense it left you breathless. He pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you as if he could somehow make up for the words he couldn’t say. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to melt into the embrace, memorizing the warmth of him, the way he held you like he didn’t want to let go. The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the lake as you stood there, wrapped in the bittersweet ache of a love shared but postponed.

After a moment, he pulled back, his hand lingering on your cheek as he looked at you, his gaze soft and full of something unspoken. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For understanding.”

With a final, gentle squeeze of your hand, he turned and walked away, leaving you by the lake’s edge, watching his figure grow smaller in the fading light. The ache in your heart was bittersweet, a mix of hope and sadness as you wondered if, someday, when the timing was right, you’d find your way back to each other.

After that bittersweet moment by the Black Lake, you braced yourself, hoping that the distance Sirius had asked for would be something manageable, something you could bear. But nothing could have prepared you for the starkness of the separation, the hollow ache that would fill the spaces he once occupied. The very next morning, as you waited outside Charms, scanning the corridor for that familiar glint of black hair or easy grin, he was nowhere to be found. Instead, you caught a fleeting glimpse of him further down the hall, walking quickly, his head turned resolutely away, as if he couldn’t bear to look back.

At first, you tried to brush it off, convincing yourself that he was just giving you the space he’d promised. Maybe he was keeping his distance for both of your sakes, keeping to the terms of that painful but necessary boundary. But as the days wore on, his absence became harder to ignore, the ache of it settling deeper into your chest with every empty moment. Sirius was no longer waiting by your classes; his presence, once a constant, had faded into something elusive, intangible. And every time you saw him in the Great Hall or the common room, he was engrossed in conversation with James or laughing with Remus and Peter, his expression animated and carefree. It was as though you had become an outsider, watching him from a distance as if those shared moments had been erased, rewritten.

Each encounter—or lack thereof—left a hollowness in your chest, a weight pressing down on you with each passing day. The worst part was his complete avoidance of eye contact; his gaze would skim over you without pause, his expression perfectly blank, as if you were just another face in the crowded halls. It was as if he’d built an invisible wall between you, one that only he seemed capable of seeing, yet it stood there, solid and impenetrable.

One afternoon, you spotted him in the library, hunched over a pile of parchment, his brow furrowed with intense focus. The familiar sight stirred something inside you, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he missed you too. Heart pounding, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you moved toward him, hoping to bridge the gap with even a simple conversation. But just as you approached, he looked up, his expression unreadable, and without a word, he gathered his things and walked away, not sparing you a single glance. The sting of rejection cut through you, sharp and undeniable, and you found yourself rooted to the spot, staring after him, the ache in your chest tightening into something raw.

Days blurred into weeks, and the silence grew heavier, more unbearable, pressing down on you like a weight you couldn’t shake. In the common room, laughter and whispers filled the space as the Marauders joked around, their carefree camaraderie a painful reminder of what you’d lost. You’d catch glimpses of Sirius, his smile radiant as ever, his laughter filling the room with a brightness that felt like a distant memory. And yet, every time, it was as if a wall had been erected between you—an invisible barrier that kept you on the outside, a silent observer to a world that had once felt like your own.

Friends began to notice the change, the quietness that had crept into your demeanor, the way your gaze would drift across the room, searching for him in those stolen, unguarded moments. They asked questions, concern in their eyes, but you brushed them off with forced smiles, unwilling to share the ache that had settled so deeply within you.

The absence of his presence left an emptiness that was almost physical, a void you hadn’t anticipated. The laughter, the teasing, the shared secrets that had once filled your days felt like fragments of a dream slipping through your fingers, a haze of memories that were slowly fading, leaving only shadows in their wake. The Sirius who had looked at you with such warmth and openness by the Black Lake felt like a stranger now, unreachable and distant. And as each day passed, you found yourself questioning everything, wondering if those moments had been real or if they’d only existed in your imagination, a fleeting connection that had never truly belonged to you.

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One evening, as you sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, the soft glow of the flames dancing in front of you, you felt completely adrift. The firelight cast long shadows, flickering across the room, but its warmth did nothing to ease the chill that had settled in your chest. You stared into the flames, watching them shift and twist, as if somehow they might hold the answers to the questions that had been haunting you. The silence from Sirius had grown unbearable, filling each day with a hollowness that gnawed at you, and now, as the fire crackled softly, you let yourself feel the weight of it.

A gentle voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality. “Hey… are you alright?” Lily’s tone was soft, and when you turned, you found her watching you with a quiet, genuine concern. She sat down beside you, her presence warm and steady, her gaze searching yours as though she could sense the turmoil hidden beneath the surface.

You hesitated, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat, not wanting to reveal the extent of the hurt that Sirius’s silence had caused. “I’m fine,” you murmured, but even to your own ears, the words sounded thin, hollow. Your voice wavered, lacking conviction, and you could see that Lily wasn’t convinced either.

She studied you, her expression softening with understanding. “I’ve noticed the way you look at him,” she said gently. “And the way he’s been avoiding you… it’s not fair to you, you know.”

The words struck something deep within you, and a wave of emotion rose, nearly overwhelming you. Until now, you’d kept these feelings tightly guarded, unwilling to admit just how much his absence had hurt, unwilling to acknowledge the sharp ache that had been building with each passing day. But hearing Lily say it out loud, giving voice to the hurt you’d kept hidden, made it all feel painfully real.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” you whispered, struggling to keep your voice steady. “We had something… or at least, I thought we did. And now, it’s like I don’t even exist to him.”

Lily’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, her touch gentle and reassuring. “Maybe he’s just scared,” she offered, her tone thoughtful, almost tentative. “Sirius has always been… complicated when it comes to feelings. But if he’s truly pulling away like this, maybe it’s time you confronted him.”

The thought of confronting Sirius sent a shiver down your spine, fear mingling with the ache in your chest. But as much as the idea intimidated you, you knew she was right. This silence, this unbearable emptiness that had crept into your days, couldn’t go on. If he wanted to walk away, you’d let him, but he owed you an explanation. You deserved to know why he had built this invisible wall between you, why he had chosen silence over honesty.

With a deep breath, you nodded, feeling a flicker of determination rise within you. Enough was enough. Every day that passed had left you feeling more invisible, like a ghost haunting the spaces you once shared with him. Lily’s words had stirred something inside you, a need for clarity, for closure. The answers had been denied to you for too long, and it was time to reclaim them, no matter how painful they might be.

Later that night, as the common room emptied, leaving only the dying embers of the fire behind, you watched the shadows play across the walls, gathering the courage you’d need. When the corridors had quieted, and the castle was draped in silence, you finally saw him. Sirius slipped out of the Gryffindor Tower alone, his form silhouetted against the faint candlelight flickering in the hallway. Heart pounding, you followed him at a distance, each step bringing you closer to the answers you both craved and dreaded.

He turned into an empty classroom, the soft glow of a single candle casting shadows across the stone walls. Taking a steadying breath, you stepped inside, the faint echo of the door clicking shut filling the silence. At the sound, he glanced up, surprise flickering across his face as his eyes met yours.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice hesitant, almost cautious, as though he’d been expecting this moment but dreading it all the same. But before he could say another word, you cut him off, your voice stronger than you felt.

“Sirius,” you said, the steadiness in your voice surprising even yourself. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in a familiar gesture, though in the dim light, the motion looked somehow more vulnerable, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “I haven’t been… I mean, I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, his voice faltering, but his gaze drifted to the floor, avoiding yours.

As he struggled for words, you waited, the silence heavy with all the things left unsaid. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he wrestled with something just beyond reach, but you stayed quiet, determined to let him speak, to finally hear the truth he’d been keeping from you.

You crossed your arms, steeling yourself, your determination hardening as you looked at him. “Really? Because it’s felt an awful lot like you’ve been avoiding me. Ever since Hogsmeade, ever since I told you how I felt, it’s like I don’t even exist to you.”

Sirius turned away, his jaw clenching, the tension in his posture radiating a silent struggle. For a moment, it seemed like he might not respond at all, that he’d let your words hang unanswered. But finally, he spoke, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the shadows. “I thought… if I kept my distance, it would be easier for both of us.”

“Easier?” The word slipped from your mouth, tasting sharp and bitter. “How is ignoring me, pretending I’m not here, supposed to make anything easier?”

At that, he looked up, his expression raw and conflicted, torn between vulnerability and fear. “Because I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “I know what I’m like—reckless, distracted, and I’m no good with feelings. I thought that if I just… stepped away, you’d move on. Find someone better, someone who isn’t a mess like me.”

The honesty in his words hit you, cutting through the anger and frustration you’d been holding onto, softening it into something closer to understanding. You sighed, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. “Sirius… I never wanted perfect. I just wanted you,” you said, your voice gentler now. “You don’t have to push me away to protect me. I’m stronger than you think, and I’d rather face whatever comes together than be left in the dark like this.”

He took a shaky breath, visibly battling his own insecurities, and for the first time in weeks, he met your gaze fully—his eyes searching, holding a vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to see. “But what if I mess this up?” he asked, the words laced with fear. “What if I hurt you?”

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you, reaching for him with a quiet resolve. “Then we’ll deal with it. Together. But I’d rather take that risk than feel like this—like I’m not even worth an explanation.”

His shoulders sagged, the weight of his own fears lifting ever so slightly, carried away by your words. With a hesitant gesture, he reached out, his hand finding yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a way that felt grounding, solid, as though he were afraid that letting go would mean losing you again.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with the emotions he’d kept buried. “I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I never stopped thinking about you. Not for a second.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth begin to fill the empty spaces his silence had left. The tension that had been simmering for so long seemed to dissolve in that moment. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” you whispered, the corners of your mouth lifting in a tentative smile. “I don’t care about the what-ifs. I just want you, here and now.”

A faint, grateful smile appeared on his lips as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting gently against yours. “You’re braver than I am,” he admitted softly, his breath warm against your skin. “But if you’re willing to give me another chance… I’ll do my best not to mess it up.”

Your heart swelled with a mixture of relief and joy, a sense of peace settling over you as you nodded. “I’ll give you as many chances as you need.”

With a quiet, almost reverent sigh, Sirius closed the last of the distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours, a promise woven into the gentle contact. In that single moment, the hurt and uncertainty faded away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart beneath your hands. Challenges would come, but for now, you felt ready to face them together.

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After that night in the empty classroom, something shifted between you and Sirius. The tension and silence that had lingered for so long melted away, replaced by a warmth that was steady, reassuring. True to his word, Sirius had been making an effort—not just in seeking you out, but in being open, present, allowing you to see the sides of him he’d once hidden away. It was like the wall he’d built around himself was crumbling, brick by brick, and every day, you were grateful to see more of the person he truly was.

Today, he’d asked you to meet him at the gates to Hogsmeade, promising this time that he had a “proper plan.” Excitement bubbled up inside you as you spotted him waiting, his face lighting up the instant he saw you, a look of genuine happiness softening his usual mischievous grin.

“There she is,” he said, his voice carrying that familiar playfulness, but his eyes held a softness you hadn’t often seen, a warmth that seemed to linger just for you. Reaching for your hand, he entwined his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing gently against your knuckles in a small, grounding gesture that made your heart flutter.

“Are you going to tell me what you have planned, or is this another one of your mysterious ‘adventures’?” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as you recalled the wild day you’d shared the last time you’d been here together.

He chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Well, you’ll just have to wait and see. But this time, I’m fairly certain I won’t be dragging you into any haunted houses… unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He winked, his grin widening as he led you down the bustling street of Hogsmeade, the village alive with laughter and the smell of fresh bread and butterbeer.

The two of you wandered together, hand in hand, and as you walked, you felt an overwhelming sense of rightness, a feeling that no matter where the path led, he would be beside you. Whatever he had planned, you were ready for it.

He chuckled, shaking his head with a playful smile. “No sneaking into the Shrieking Shack this time, I promise.” He led you down a quieter, cobbled street, where the sound of your footsteps was muffled by a light dusting of snow. Finally, he stopped in front of a quaint little tea shop, nestled on the edge of the village with a view of the snowy mountains stretching out in the distance. The shop’s windows were fogged over with warmth, and a gentle light spilled onto the street, inviting you inside.

As you settled into a cozy corner table near a crackling fireplace, Sirius reached across to take your hand again, his fingers warm against yours. The simple gesture felt more meaningful than any grand adventure he could have planned. This wasn’t about mischief or daring; it was just the two of you, here and now. “I wanted today to be… different,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual, almost shy. “I know I can be a lot—always pulling you into trouble. But I thought maybe it’s time we just… enjoyed this.”

Your heart swelled, touched by the thoughtfulness behind his words, the effort he was making to let you in. “I like the trouble,” you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, your smile softening. “But I like this too. Just us.”

When the tea arrived, it filled the air with a comforting, earthy warmth, mingling with the scent of pastries fresh from the oven. You spent hours wrapped in each other’s words, the world outside slipping away as you shared stories, laughter, and the kind of small details that made everything feel closer, warmer. Sirius told you stories of his childhood, tales of pranks pulled with the Marauders, some you’d heard whispered about and others you could hardly believe. His voice softened as he spoke about dreams he harbored and fears he rarely let show, each revelation peeling back another layer of the boy you thought you knew.

And in return, you let him see parts of you that you kept hidden, sharing insecurities, little hopes for the future, the fears that lingered just beneath the surface. You saw his eyes soften with understanding as you spoke, as though he was gathering up each word and tucking it away, determined to hold onto every piece of you.

At one point, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and glinting, holding it between his fingers with a sheepish grin. You recognized it immediately—a small stone, the same one he’d given you during his “lucky rock” phase, but now, it bore a new charm, a tiny symbol engraved with care, shimmering faintly.

“I figured this one should work,” he said with a half-smile, placing it carefully in your hand. His voice softened, carrying a hint of nervousness that made him even more endearing. “Not that you need it. But I wanted you to know I’m trying to… you know, be someone you can count on.”

A lump rose in your throat as you curled your fingers around the stone, the weight of his words settling warmly in your chest. “Sirius, you already are,” you murmured, meeting his gaze.

His hand covered yours, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver through you. He looked at you as if he were seeing all of you, as if every vulnerability you’d shared mattered, was worth protecting. “I won’t take that for granted,” he promised, his voice barely a whisper, holding a quiet strength. “Not this time.”

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a gentle amber glow over Hogsmeade, you both wandered back toward the village square. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, keeping the chill at bay, and you leaned into him, savoring the warmth of his presence. The world around you seemed to soften, settling into a peaceful quiet that felt just for the two of you.

Suddenly, he stopped, turning to face you, a rare, vulnerable look in his eyes. “I know I messed up,” he murmured, his voice a little unsteady as he searched your face. “But I want this. I want us. And I’ll keep trying, as long as you’ll let me.”

Without a word, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, your heart brimming with all the unspoken words that had led you to this moment. His hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you close, and for that one heartbeat, everything felt whole, steady, exactly as it should be. When you pulled back, you gave him a soft, reassuring smile, letting him know that you were ready to face whatever came next. “Then let’s keep going.”

A grin broke across his face, lighting up his eyes as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, as though he never wanted to let go. And in that quiet, golden moment under the setting sun, you knew you’d found something worth holding onto—together, in all its imperfect, beautiful messiness.

The weeks after your Hogsmeade date seemed to slip by in a blur of shared glances, quiet laughter, and fleeting touches. Each stolen moment with Sirius was a reminder of how much had shifted between you. He’d kept his promise, showing up not just physically, but in the countless small ways that truly mattered. He was there, his presence steady and comforting, making you feel seen, valued, and cherished. The Sirius you knew now wasn’t just the mischievous, charismatic prankster; he was someone who opened up, who listened, and who let himself be vulnerable in ways you hadn’t seen before.

One warm afternoon, as the last traces of snow had melted and the grounds of Hogwarts were dotted with tiny clusters of wildflowers, Sirius found you by the lake. A grin broke across his face as he spotted you, his energy so infectious that even before he reached you, your heart lifted. He jogged over, his hair catching the breeze, laughter in his eyes.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased, falling into step beside you as the two of you wandered along the water’s edge. The laughter and chatter of other students drifted in the background, but as he leaned in close, it felt as though the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “I feel like you’ve been stalking me lately, Sirius.”

“Not stalking,” he corrected, a hint of playfulness in his tone, though there was a sincerity in his gaze that softened his smile. “Just… appreciating. You’re very hard not to appreciate, you know.”

The warmth that rose to your cheeks only made his grin widen, and he pulled you close, his arm wrapping securely around your shoulders as you walked. Every so often, he’d point out a random cloud shape, inventing an elaborate story for each, or he’d gesture to a bird flying overhead, trying to guess its species with absolutely no accuracy. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his attempts, marveling at how easily he made everything feel natural, comfortable, like home.

Eventually, the two of you found yourselves on a small hill overlooking the lake, sitting together in the soft grass as you watched the sun begin its slow descent toward the horizon. Golden light reflected off the water, casting a warm glow over the two of you, and in that quiet moment, you felt a sense of peace settle around you.

Sirius looked over at you, his expression thoughtful, almost vulnerable. “You know,” he began, tracing an absentminded pattern in the grass with his finger, “I used to think I didn’t really deserve… this. Someone who’d stick around, I mean. With everything I’ve messed up or broken.”

You reached over, placing your hand gently on his, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “Sirius, we’ve both made mistakes,” you murmured, your voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve happiness.”

He met your gaze, his eyes raw and unguarded, as though he was letting you see every emotion he’d kept hidden. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you until… well, until I almost pushed you away. But you were right. It’s worth facing the messy parts to have this.”

A smile curved your lips as you leaned closer, resting your forehead against his, feeling his breath warm against your skin. “I’m glad we found our way back to each other.”

For a long, quiet moment, neither of you moved, content to simply exist in the closeness you’d both fought so hard to reach. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Sirius pulled back slightly, digging into his pocket. He drew out a small, silver charm bracelet, a single star charm dangling from it.

“I think it’s time to give you something a little more reliable than that lucky rock,” he said with a grin, but his voice softened as he held the bracelet out to you. “It’s enchanted to always remind you of home,” he explained, his gaze steady on yours. “Wherever you are, you’ll feel like you’re right here, with me.”

A mixture of joy and gratitude swelled in your chest, your fingers trembling slightly as you took the bracelet from him, fastening it carefully around your wrist. “Sirius, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

His eyes softened as he watched you admire the charm, a quiet contentment settling over his features. Then, leaning in, he kissed you, his lips gentle and warm against yours, the softness of the moment filling every corner of your heart. When you pulled back, he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as the two of you watched the sun dip lower, the world around you painted in shades of gold and rose.

In that moment, with the light bathing you and Sirius by your side, you felt a sense of belonging—a feeling of home—that you knew would stay with you, no matter where life took you. And as you rested your head against his shoulder, you realized that whatever the future held, you were ready to face it together.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ reflections

📞 ; “maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes.”

𖹭 : sungchan x afab!reader

💭 love can be a possession, and like everything owned, it can be easily lost... “we were too close to the stars.”

⤷ contains: angst, pining, cussing, mentions of other idol names for

world building

⤷ warnings: none (?)

⤷ wc: 4.2k (not proofread :>)

🎧 a songfic, inspired by The Neighbourhood's Reflections

-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Perfect does not exist, maybe that’s true for you, but I’ve seen perfection, I’ve felt perfection. The thought seems superficial, I know, but to be in my place —I’ve had to endure years of sorrow because of this said perfection.

And perfection was in the form of Jung Sungchan.

On the surface, it might take a few blinks for one to understand. But it wasn’t solely your visage that has led me to this wistful void.

I loved to draw, just as much as I loved you, maybe a little less —but you get the point. You’ve been the subject of my illustrations, from the moment I saw you, till I couldn’t physically see you anymore.

“Is that me?” I didn’t get why you’d still ask, of course it’s you, it’ll always be you.

The outline of your profile provokes daydreams, oh how I wish I was the only one. When I saw you for the first time I instantly knew, everyone had their eyes on you, it was only a matter of time till the attraction came pouring in.

Still, you stood your ground like everyone else, just trying to live your life, and everyday I wished I could be part of it.

I draw the lines, and you paint it with colors, colors I had never seen before, colors that could’ve been the manifestation of your reciprocation.

“Good morning, I’m Jung Sungchan, I was wondering if I’m in the right place, senior Kim sent me here to fetch the package from, Y/n?” you were quite unsure of my name, I’m pretty sure you had it written on the tiny piece of paper you held in between two of your fingers.

“That’s me. Department?” I didn’t even know why I still asked, I knew well where you were situated.

“Film.” I felt as if I was going to combust, I could’ve sworn I saw you held back a laugh, the slight hum of your bass voice almost had me stumbling back. “You?”

“Arts.” Now I almost laughed at myself.

But never did I think that our talk would last for a longer while. “Sophomore, right?”

I tried my best to exude a hum as a response, before asking you back why, “Why’d you ask?”

“I see you around a lot, but I just wasn’t sure if you were older or younger. I also confused you with someone else I knew multiple times before.” —someone else?

I was thinking maybe I should be more open to variety, to not wear the same hairstyle, similar set of clothes, and one color pallette everyday. Maybe then you wouldn’t confuse me for someone else. Maybe then you’d see me and think, that’s Y/n from the Arts Dep. She's really pretty.

“Who did you confuse me for? maybe I know who they are.”

“Actually…” actually what Sungchan? “She’s your friend.”

I don’t exactly have loads of friends, but I couldn’t help but ask, “Which one?”

“Minjeong.”

I had no idea of what expression you had painted on my face with all the things you had just said, but Minjeong? to confuse me with her might be too remote from the reality I lived. And because I was talking to a guy, I remembered when she told me, “Can you believe it? I’m being pursued by a guy!” —I never thought that guy would be you. Why you? or rather, why not me?

It wasn’t hard to tell whether my assumptions are true or not, because the way you bit your lip after her name fell from your mouth, suppressing a smile I could only assume was one only she could elicit from you.

I was right.

And I was in pain. I felt like nothing but an excuse for you to see her, always seeming to have packages to retrieve for your senior, and coming back to return things to me, then all I hear is she, she, she, Minjeong where, Minjeong when —I wanted to rid of my hearing, besides it already felt like bleeding to the point where clotted blood would just block my auditory.

But my pain only leads to my deception. I hate that I had to smile through whatever you had to say, congratulate you even when you gushed about her smiling back at you, or talking to you all evening through messages.

“That’s cute, happy there’s some progress.” I spoke through a pretentious smile.

“Thank you Y/n, I really don’t think it’ll be possible if I hadn’t met you.”

Perfection is truly just anguish behind a polished glass case, and at that moment I faced you, I wished I hadn’t met you at all.

My pain and deception, tomorrow I would keep the frame of your smile in my memories, and I just had to pick up a pencil. I’ve always loved to draw things, but through an artist’s honesty, I only draw the things I find beautiful, the things worth the graphite imprinted at the side of my hand. You were beauty and agony, and as much as I wanted to say I hated you, I loved you more than my best creations.

“You drew me? That’s really awesome, I don’t know how artists manage to create such images." Did you never think of how I did it? that maybe I stared at you for too long that I could draw you at every angle, with any expression —I had memorized every line on your face, the curve from the tip of your nose, to your philtrum, and to your lips. Whenever I drew your lips I would touch my own, feeling for its cushions whilst wondering how yours would feel. I reckon it must’ve been softer, more delicate, it always looked so velvet that for a while it was the only thing that occupied my mind.

So shameful of me to be fantasizing about a guy my friend liked and a guy who liked my friend. But I loved you first, it could’ve been me. I always stuck around so that maybe one day you’d choose me.

“She said yes!” —of course she would.

Anyone in her place would, and anyone who wouldn’t would be lying to themselves.

That smile you wore when you exclaimed so blissfully, it’s engraved in my mind, and then I knew I would never have that smile for myself.

My mind is clouded, and my heart is aching and cracking, and whenever I felt it I just wished you could feel it too, just how much you’ve ruined my life.

“Your work is honestly flawless, maybe Min could use some lessons from you.” your quip was followed by a playful hit on your shoulder, then a chorus of laughter.

“Yeah, Y/n is probably the best artist in our department, but I’m not that bad!” it hurt to watch you wrap an arm around her waist as her sweet voice so vexingly amplified in my ears.

You looked at me then, as if you were telling me to laugh. There was nothing for me to laugh at, it would be a pity to laugh at myself, and at what cost? Still, I had to force a smile, just for feeling sorry that I had let myself fall into your abyss.

Avoiding you could’ve tended my wounds, but it wasn’t that easy when you were dating my friend. My friend who I had known longer than you, my friend who was a lot less selfish than me, who likely had thought about me more than I have with her. How could I when you were occupying a very gross space in my mind. I’m disgusting for still yearning for you, all when we had nothing, no foreground. You had never looked at me like you looked at her, I have never felt the skin underneath your ironed dress shirt, I have never felt the heat of your breath against my neck, and never have I felt your tender grip clasped around my hands. I was all desire and no fulfillment, and it had to be that way, not for your sake nor hers, but for mine.

If I gave in, I wouldn’t be alive for you, her, and everyone looking down on me with ire.

I would only grow to hate myself even more, I love you, but I could only see the antithesis of your motivations.

“I owe you one too, Min and I wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” and I didn’t even have a choice.

I saw you to be a bit too brazen to continue to treat me like a friend, yet I never saw you as one of mine.

“You don’t owe me one.” you owe me everything.

“That’s not true, hey, how about this, I have a friend who wants to meet you, remember the drawing that I stole from you? Well, he saw it and he said he wanted to meet the artist.” you seemed so eager to push me away.

“Oh really? Who's he?” to raise such a painful question, that day I truly was not myself.

You introduced me to a guy, and I could tell it took him great effort to be as expressive as you, not that he was aware that I had my eyes on you the whole time. It was no question that I would never see him the same way I did you, even if I tried, he isn’t Jung Sungchan, he isn’t you.

“So, how’d you find Eunseok?” you asked me when you accompanied me back to my building.

“He’s nice, but I’m not really looking for a date right now.” —I am only looking at you.

“Hmm, but try, yeah? maybe not date, but befriend him. Try to see him for who he is.” I chuckled at your careful pick of words, befriend, in what world did you think I was going to befriend a guy closely involved with you?

And for what? just so it would only be harder for me to escape myself?

It’s already a torturous endeavor to keep up with your beaming face, walking up to me like an old friend you’ve been longing to see after some time. Friend, is all I’ll ever be.

With the passing time, I figured, it was better than being nothing with you, right? I would rather have you just close enough, than not at all. I know it’s wrong for me to look at you that way, but it would only be me who knew, I’m sure. I see it in your eyes, how dismissive they are of the light that resides in mine, the light you ignited. You could so easily keep your eyes on me without a stagger, unlike me, fighting all my demons and being very easily lost in a reverie under your unsuspecting gaze.

“You’re really pretty, you know that, right?” sadly it wasn’t your voice I would hear it from.

“Eunseok, I already like someone else, I’ve told you.”

“Yeah, I know that, and I know who. It was a compliment.”

I had dared him to tell me who if he really knew, and he got it, slipped right off his tongue. Jung Sungchan, three syllables that provoked the fires of my hell.

But was I really pretty? apparently, not pretty enough for you.

“I mean, Eunseok wasn’t wrong, you are fairly pretty —but he did tell me you already like someone, do I know him?” you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you to shut up, to tell you that it’s you, I like you.

“That’s easy to say isn't it?”

“What?”

“To call someone pretty, and it doesn’t even have to be true.” It’s true, isn’t it? It's so easy to leave those words without a second thought, because they're all words, and deceit is inevitable. Your face molded into a dumbfounded expression, and it scared me. I might’ve sounded my hatred with those few words and so I said, “I’m kidding, and you don’t have to know who I like. It’s none of your concern.”

I tried masking my regret with jest, but it was all true, I am not your concern. You shouldn’t care, especially when I’m not the one your heart beats for.

I was a witness of the highs and lows of your relationship, how both of you seemed to lack something in each other’s eyes. At that point, all I could do was look away. I was afraid, so I distanced myself. The blame, the misery, I had not shown intentions out of the ordinary, but my brain ached and quaked from the what ifs and hows, and the whens.

“Y/n? Are you avoiding me?” my breath hitched, and I halted my steps.

“No?—”

“No? why are you saying it as if you’re asking me?” I gulped, your eyes weren’t as spirited as they’d usually be, and your voice was demanding an answer out of me.

“No. I’m really busy with my workload, Sungchan.”

I wanted to yell at you, I’m in love with you, you and the way you cared, just stop caring, how hard could it be? stop caring so I could finally step away without looking back, so you could live a placid life without my trouble.

I never thought I’d witness you chase after her in our building for the last time, pretty cheek bruised red from a hit you took from her. Was it over? and was it your fault?

“We broke up.” to me, your words sounded tantalizing.

I had no idea what you expected me to do, or say, or react. “Why?” and I had no idea I shouldn’t have asked.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest with myself.” I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing, and I wish that would be the end of it. “Minjeong is a great person, I know I’m not. I wished I could’ve spared her the time, and returned her love the same way she gave it to me, but she’s not the one. I fell out, Y/n, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, your sorry stinging my mind. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

You looked down for a while, eyeing the textures of the granite flooring. And I caught it, a single tear dropping down and landing in between your feet. “She’s your friend.”

I looked away from your swollen eyes, allowing the breeze to softly glide over the wisps of my lashes as I desperately searched for anything to reply, “You’re my friend too.” It would only pain me more when you kept apologizing, mumbling through your sobs. “Sungchan, stop apologizing.”

I was bewildered with the continuous apology, and why you chose to be this restless with me. But I guess you got me, even if I was tired, drained to the very bottom, I was still willing to catch the tears that swelled from your eyes with my shoulders.

Well of course, it was easy for others to see it as something else, and I had to remember I had a friend, a friend that wasn’t you.

“Minjeong, please, let’s talk—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk Y/n, there’s nothing for us to talk about.”

Did she think it was my fault? Was it my fault? Are there things I’m failing to see?

But I'm just a girl, Sungchan, I failed to push you away. I felt temporary, replaceable, but you needed someone by your side.

“Eunseok and I aren’t on good terms right now. He found out the truth.” I searched for it through your glossed eyes.

Was there, perhaps, some other truth? “Truth?”

“I don’t know what to do.” but I was in no place to tell you what to do either.

You were dodging bullets, but at that moment I was too preoccupied with swallowing the lump in my throat, trying to lure myself out of your poise.

I forgot what I had told you, but all I know is that I was seeing you more often than the times you used to retrieve packages for senior Kim, and senior Kim has been away for two years, graduated. Now we’re the seniors, a pair with a piteous reputation to those who have known us throughout our college years.

“We should make a movie together, you know.” you seemed too enthusiastic for your own good, but still, I chuckled.

“What are you thinking?”

“I mean, like an animation since you can draw, and you seem great with storytelling.”

Storytelling? never even gave it a thought. “Interesting. Let me think about it, I might just consider it.”

“Take your time.”

I never knew just how serious you were. I ended up taking my time too well, with you.

To look back at it, it isn’t too bad of a decision to create something I could look back on and carry for the rest of my life. You were my serendipity, it would only lead me to fall deeper, and I know how much it’ll hurt when it’s finally time for us to part.

So I guess, thank you, and fuck you for being so good to me, for leaving scars that would only burn when you were no longer in my reach. Your touch was my kryptonite, and your voice was my reason to force myself out of slumber. I’m so in love with you, but my pride would not allow me to.

A part of me still bathes in guilt. I lost friends for you, for a future I could only dream about.

“Where are you off to after college?” I tried to calm my pounding heart from the way your hand toyed with mine.

You spread out my fingers, your thumb softly rubbing against them, “Still thinking about our movie.”

Our movie, that’s funny. “How about a little life plan?”

“You go first, then I’ll tell you mine.”

What was the point, Sungchan? “I have two paths laid out for me, one’s for character design, and the other’s free-lance, you know it.” your fingers glide against the skin at the back of my hand, and in a blink the warmth of your palm spreads throughout my body as it rests on my skin.

“My turn, right?” you really had to pose it as a question, tilting your head at me, so obviously expecting an answer. I could only, and very languidly nod for I was getting myself drunk with your burning touch. “You know, I really want to work closer with you, so any decision I make, you’d probably see me at work.”

Perfection is a fucking lie.

Again I’d find myself slumping on my bed, thinking about how easy it was for you to run past me. Now you had all these opportunities waiting in line for you.

“They want me to act, do you think I’m fit for it? Do you think I can do it?”

If it’s that easy for you to leave, “Of course you can.”

It would’ve been nice if you were more honest, cause for a while you were drawing an outline of possibilities, possibilities of you and I, and not just me, me, me.

Until seeing you was barely a chance, I continued to refuse seeing through your honeyed gaze, afterall, I chose to love you too much, because either way, I had no choice but to let you go.

Now I sit alone, writing books about the love I never had. Such a pitiful soul I am. I was even oblivious of the many details of this story, because we never talked beyond the trivial things, never about how our eyes longed for each other, or how our hands found each other’s skin that would sear from the sensation, the friction.

You had moved out of town. I couldn’t bring myself to meet you at the train station for, possibly, the last time. I could only wish you luck through a poorly composed text message, three sentences long.

the lovers by rené magritte 💌

sorry i couldn’t meet you today, but i wish you all luck in the world. you deserve whatever you have going for you. i’m gonna miss you.

my robbie 🥀

thank you y/n

i have a feeling i’m gonna miss you more hahaha

I had to leave you on read. This time I choose to just not look back.

And it was for the better. It sure hurts to see you on Tv, to see you deny your dating history, “I’ve dated before, but I’ve never dated ‘the one’, needless to say, I wish I could meet her right now.” —I’ve read all the articles about that interview, that very statement of yours. How fascinating. Acting truly was for you. I could no longer see where we met in your eyes.

I wonder if you’ve read any of my books, if you had wondered if I ever did pursue a career where I could make use of my illustrative talents —it got me nowhere, but you were right, I can tell a heck of a story, and so I told the world hundreds of them.

Your foreshadowing of my future was a big stain I had to carry, and hide as an author. But I would keep writing without breaking even in the slightest bit.

Because I only loved you. I only wished, but never fully hoped, never really tried.

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“Hmm, are you sure you want this published?”

“I’m not gonna have it out as is, of course I have to build characters. I just wanted your thoughts. It would make for a good novel, right?”

You sat face to face with your publisher, Song Eunseok, to ask for his thoughts on this draft you made six years ago.

“It would —but you know, I’m quite surprised.” Eunseok wore a smirk on his face, one you couldn’t quite read through.

“Really? surprised?” a low chuckle escapes his mouth, very subtly shaking his head.

He had briefly glanced on the floor beside him, and when he looked back, almost all emotions he displayed were erased. “It wasn’t hard to tell you liked Sungchan, I knew, Minjeong knew.”

“Minjeong knew?” you almost lost your breath, heart racing from the tone of his voice alone.

“Well, not until she was convinced. She’s just as stupid as you were —I mean, no offense, you’re great, but you’re also quite self-absorbed. Take it with a grain of salt, but it’s the truth if you ask me.” you watched him pour himself a glass of whiskey, and he’d pour you one too knowing you’d need it. “They broke up because of you.”

He’d repeat the same motion, shaking his head and humming when the lines on your face started to show more. “Didn’t any of them tell you?”

“Tell me what, Eunseok?”

“Sungchan liked you too.” and there you would take your first sip of liquor. “You truly were too lost, weren’t you? you didn’t even notice the way he looked at you, and how he talked about you. Just a shame he didn’t tell you after the storm died down.”

The storm, their break up, the demise of your dignity. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know what he had in mind, why don’t you ask ‘your Robbie’.?” you rolled your eyes at his laughter that followed. “Cute nickname, where did ‘The Lovers by René Magritte’ come from?”

Pouring yourself more of the liquor, you’d softly laugh at yourself, looking back at that bitter memory. “I showed him my favorite artworks, ‘The Lovers’ happened to be one of them, and he said it’s so beautifully made, like me.”

“That sucks.”

“I know.”

You both laughed over your wretched past, how pathetic and wrong you were. You were glad you could now see through more than your own lens, it's a whole other journey to discover and open yourself up to empathy, and it felt like contentment to finally reach it.

“You received it, right?”

You looked him right in the eyes, smiling as you asked back, “The wedding invitation?” he hummed and nodded as an answer, “Of course. It’s what led me to finding that draft.”

He hummed again, head propped on his hands as he caught sight of your gaze, “We should go together, maybe we can ask Sungchan if he’s okay with the story.”

“And maybe we can get him to act for it when it’s turned into a movie.” his laughter grew louder, making you lightly hit his shoulder.

“Well, at least he could fulfill his wish of making a movie with you.”

“Oh shut up.”

He was quite… the experience. A love that was pure misery. If he wanted to, he would’ve, right? So does it truly matter if he likes you then?

You looked again at your draft, ink at certain spots were smudged, you remember being all tears as you wrote.

Sungchan was not your greatest love, but you’ve got to admit he’d led you to a place where your passion could only grow stronger. You could say that sometimes you missed the way he felt on your skin, but it would be just the memories itself, and not him, not anymore.

Perfection does not exist, and you had to go through all that trouble to convince yourself that it was him.

Who could blame you? you’ve never met anyone like him, and you never will again.

End.

just something very short and sweet for u :)) short question, is this a happy ending or not?

#riize #briize #riize fanfic #riize x reader #riize sungchan #jung sungchan #riize angst #angst

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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SHSHSHS HONORARY MUTUAL SHUT UP IM SO HONORED!!!! Also @/i-am-so-strange you’re too kind!!!!! Hsjshsjs always happy to provide more bllk content hehe but also thank YOU for supplying us with that glorious art I really got a kick out of seeing that LMAO I’m ngl stressing hiori is one of my favorites HAHAHA

BRO I LOST IT AT THE YUKI MARIOKART!!! We’re literally being stalked it’s insane….yes Reddit is definitely….a place…..honestly I only really use it when I wanna see non bot reviews for things and occasional bllk news because there’s usually at least one chronically online member active whos posting the latest stuff….

LMAOOOO NO ITS SO FUNNY HAHSGSHAAH ok but that makes more sense I feel like it’d be hard to expand too much on a request like that!! I love how it coincidentally lined up with Isagi being difficult/not as interesting to write about though LMAO

Wait that’s a good point HAHAHA maybe your inner tabieitaken agenda seeped out and you attracted side character enjoyers (me)……is that a sign to slide in secondary main character thoughts /j that is pretty hilarious though……I mean granted I also contributed to the hiori pile a bit when I sent in that like…(wanted to put this note in here that I straight up FORGOT what I wrote omg let’s see how long it takes me to scroll and find that ask I could’ve sworn I wrote it down somewhere but the fact that I don’t remember exactly what I wrote down is kinda embarrassing LMAO)

LMAOOO no because I love the idea of building up ego nation and just leaving like idk those cheesy stories where the lore is like yeah our great founders/creators one day disappeared HAHAHAHAAH I forgot that the man canonically doesn’t do laundry or cook decent food so that’s true too I’m here for the long ride though if you do end up writing that at some point then we can truly become the fake ego nationals LMAOO

MEGUMI I love megumi too omg bruh the recent events in jjk are really not good for the soul someone bring back megumi and his shadow animals :( Ah yes very brief Yuta interlude LMAOO (pi slapped so hard) also SHDJSH GET OUT SHIN AHS MY FAV TOO I also really liked Kija too!! I’m still sad that they didn’t continue with the anime though I heard it’s because it was just promo for the manga? Man. Ok but being converted by content is a little too real it happens to me too often….you know what’s funny. I saw a tiktok roasting Karasu for being number 3 and then like disappearing and I remember saying to my friend “yikes I don’t even like Karasu but why’d they do him so dirty” haha. Ha. I have no idea how it spiraled from there but it was quite literally shortly after that moment. But yeah I’ve definitely been converted by a good edit or piece of art! I’m pretty certain I started liking chigiri after seeing some fanart someone showed me LMAO

No I have full faith in you….you’re cooking in Michelin chef mode…so take your time LMAOOO it really does make me realize yet again that no one is serving Karasu nation like you s2 bring my man some justice….ok genuinely crazy has me really curious like if we’re talking genuinely crazy via Mira standards I’m eyeballing something around 30k (don’t say anything to this LMFAO)

WHEN I TELL YOU I LAUGHED SO HARD “I’d stay downstairs when my brother has friends over” IS SO FUNNY??? I’m actually crying but also agree!! I usually don’t watch as much slice of life to begin with so

the oikawa thing is actually so funny as a running joke now but I think (I’m also not a hardcore hq fan nor have I dipped my toes in the hq circles on social media) it stemmed from people actually thinking oikawa was really mean…? Maybe?? But if that was the case I’m like…..he seems pretty regular to me….seeing people put him next to like Sukuna and Kenjaku though is so hilarious LMAOOO

“#unfortunately idt I am built for the sports manga/anime life” AHAHABAAHHAAHAH you really were in for it LMFAOOOO

The soccer dudebro side of the fandom…ah yes….you know sometimes I forget dudebros actually watch and then I’m painfully reminded by some power scaling tiktok…this is also oddly specific but I remember seeing Maddie on tiktok talk about how she traded some blind bag keychain pull with a dudebro and gave her Kunigami to him for nagi or Reo or some Nagi Reo combo keychain and I really thought to myself like wait dude bros watch and buy merch?? Then I realize it makes sense that he wanted Kunigami LOL

HAHA Honesty translating is so fun and gives me more opportunities to use the target language too so I got you!!! <3 Classic Otoya activities indeed….CHATTER X CHATTER CHEMICAL REACTION IS CRAZY guys we are devouring bllk itself we devoured kaneshiro now he’s gotta give us his seat as bllk creator!!!!!! And also ok good I’m glad LOL I didn’t want to be like rapid fire pinging your inbox and messing up anything HAHAH

Oh…omg…….wait I hope that all worked out ok for you because omg….yeah that’s so awkward and honestly sounds like a nightmare…..hoping you get some platonic male irls too!!! Maybe you just have too much rizz LMFAO well….at least you didn’t find out during the actually dinner ig!

-Karasu anon

LMAOOO idk if i follow you or not but trust i would if i don’t…you’re like one of my tumblr besties atp HAHAHA one of my elite employees 🫡 and YES that art cracked me up poor hiori was struggling

to be honest if i’m looking smth up or i have a question i always go straight to the reddit results…truly it’s the best place for research questions because you can tell by upvotes how accurate smth is and especially if you’re looking for an answer about the contemporary world it’s better to get answers from people who live that experience vs study it!! so i can never be a full reddit hater even if some sections of the community are horrific

HAHAH i think a more focused prompt like that might’ve made me struggle for ANY character but yeah it coinciding w isagi definitely made me do a double take…although i would def write for him again if anyone else ever requested for him LMAOO i just wouldn’t seek out writing him on my own the way i do w tabieita and nagi

LMAOOO i give off a general aura of side character enjoyment 😩🙏🏻 that was back when my blog was only nagi themed too and he’s pretty popular so i’m surprised i didn’t get more reqs for him too!! you can always slide secondary main character thoughts my way 😋😏 but yeah i just found it funny that i’ve gotten more reqs for karasu than literally any other character…maybe too it’s because once i wrote for a side character the people who are into more random characters realized i would write for them and came to req?? vs people who like more popular characters have a wide range of people they can req/read from so they might not even see my blog in the results compared to me being one of very few authors who writes longer fics in the hiori/karasu/otoya/etc tags…idk if that makes sense but it could be one explanation

no because idk if you saw the vol30 color spread with the coaches but why is ego looking lowkey kinda…like sure i’ll join ego nation myself if i must HFJDDNJSSN

OMG YONA OF THE DAWN FAN???? you are officially my fav person ever I LOVEEEE YONA OF THE DAWN I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ALSO LIKE SHINAH BCKDNFJSDJDMSN WHY ARE WE THE SAME PERSON 😭😭😭 he’s my fav ever omg…besides him i rlly liked hak and soowon 😓 but shinah is my number one my bae my man 👹 forever hoping for a reboot of the show because from what i’ve heard the manga is sooo good and yona is such a well written fmc!! i need them to get mappa level animation and finish the whole show 😔 i’m surprised they haven’t yet it’s one of the most popular mangas i’ve heard?? i know SOOO many people would watch it if it came out plus it would appeal to such a broad audience because it truly has everything 😩 okay sorry for the brief rant i just love yona of the dawn i wish the fandom wasn’t NONEXISTENT because it has so much potential for fics art and analysis!!

i’ve learned to never say i don’t like a character because almost immediately after i WILL fall in love with them!! idek how i started liking karasu because after season one i could not tell you who karasu otoya or any of the others were (i did remember liking yukimiya though)…after i finished the show i was SET on not reading the manga because i thought it wouldn’t be as fun as watching it animated but the same mutual who convinced me to watch the show told me to read the manga and eventually i caved 😩 and that was when i was like “ok lowkey why is karasu so fine…” but it wasn’t until i took a break halfway through third selection to read epinagi that i really became a FAN 🤔 at least i think that’s how it happened HFJDJSN i don’t remember it as well as i remember becoming a fan of nagi (didn’t gaf abt him until i realized i was lowkey giggling at his scenes in team z vs team v…tried to hold out as a rin fan throughout second selection but it was impossible and then i was the number one nagi fan before i knew it)

i will not comment on your prediction 🤐 but michelin star meal OMG i can only hope it’s that good…truly i am doing what i can for karasu nation 😭🙏🏻 laying a foundation for those to come after me (aka his fandom which will surely grow after s2) 🤞🏻 i wonder what his fanon version will look like actually 🤔 are we going to get fboy tabito??? hopefully not because aiku and otoya are right there but bby karasu is a sarcastic dark haired handsome asshole who’s secretly a sweetheart so i do fear he’s going to be bastardized a la the itoshis a bit 😔 at least i can imagine him being flirty even if i do think he’s too much of a loser and undercover loverboy to ever sleep around or anything

i guess by slice of life/chill anime standards oikawa might seem mean?? like he’s nothing compared to sukuna/kenjaku or even kaiser but in comparison to others in the show he might be ruder hence the general perception of him being as such…no idea though 😩 i agree it is funny seeing him in the top villain compilations

LMAOOO I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME TRULY now i’m in so deep but like i love it…the bllk community on tumblr is also rlly fun and i’ve made so many mutuals/friends because of being active in the fandom which has been awesome!! no regrets for sure

PLEASEEE the dudebros are awful but also hilarious to me like lowkey i love them because they simply are so unreal like NO ONE irl talks like that 😭 one time i commented on a bllk dudebro’s tik tok and my comment was the only one he responded to despite how many of his fellow dudebros also commented…tell me that was the most interaction you’ve had w a woman in weeks without telling me 😓 but also omg the chokehold that kunigami and barou have on dudebros HAHAH i’m always scared to say i like barou because i need to specify it’s NOT in a dudebro way it’s in a “he’s my housewife and i love him very much” way

PLS WE DEVOURED KANESHIRO FR entering destroyer mode now…watch out the tongue’s abt to make an appearance 😩

unfortunately i have a lot of accidental rizz 😔 one time i actually didn’t realize i was on a date (i thought it was a family hangout) until the guy’s mom told us she was leaving so she didn’t third wheel us and then i had to pretend i had a boyfriend so i could escape 😭 that was a crazy day because that guy knew i was in love with his best friend?? so idk what he thought he was doing there…anyways this time i just pretended like my father wasn’t allowing me to hangout with anyone so i got out of it 😪 unfortunately no matter how hard i try to have male friends irl it inevitably ends up with them asking me out and me saying no 💔 one day it will be different i hope 😩

#answered asks

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duskthevampqueen · 2 years ago

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Magical First Meeting (Part 1)

Hi! I know I haven't written for a few long time, but I suddenly had inspiration with my previous fantasy creature AU for Blooming Panic! Finally the reader is able to meet the fantasy LIs

Previous posts of this AU:

Fantasy LIs Fantasy LIs First Meets

In this, MC is a magic-user. This one is also only Xyx and Toast because of how long they were becoming and I didn't want to rush Owl's and Quest's.

1.5k words. Enjoy! :)

Xyx

You were most definitely lost.

You could’ve sworn this was a path to the closest village from your cabin out in the woods. You had run out of supplies of the spell that keeps your garden in harvesting year round, and winter was fast approaching. You could see it from the way the nights came sooner, colder and darker with every day.

You had thought that the village was southeast of your cabin, but as the sunlight slowly became dimmer, you had less and less confidence. Especially when it came to the point that you had wished you had brought the lantern that guided you through darkness. It was only a matter of time til you were trying to find a clearing or cave to stay in for the night under the light of the moon.

“You look lost, coming around here.”

You had just gotten near a clearing in front of a cave when you heard the voice come from behind you in the forest. It made you whip around, one hand immediately summoning a flame, something you were hesitant to do beforehand with how little magic you had.

The warm lighting revealed a tall man just a few paces behind you, emerald eyes immediately glinting off the light. His head flinched with the new brightness, causing glimmers across his cheeks and neck, scales reflecting gold.

Dragon shifter.

“I’m not looking for trouble. Just for a place to stay for the night.” You kept your voice strong, holding back the urge to step back. It sent a chill down your spine how close he got before revealing his presence, making you take a glance around to make sure he was the only one.

He held his hands up, tsking softly at your clear guard up. “Hey, hey, no need to get all skittish. I should be the one on edge, getting real close there.” He nods his head toward the cave behind you.

You took a spare glance back to the cave, looking back to him with suspicion. It took a few moments for it to set in what the cave could be. “....That's a cave you shift or shed in, isn’t it?”

“Who wants to know, hm? You haven’t been the clearest in your intentions here, ya know.”

He had a point.

“... I’m a magic user from the northwest. I was trying to find the nearby village again, as I ran out of supplies for one of my garden spells. I’ve been traveling all day, but I seem to be lost.”

The man snorted a bit, dropping his hands at the same time that he raised an eyebrow, a grin coming to his lips. “The village? The village is a day's trip from here. Must be a terrible liar, or one to forget that the village is a multiple day trip from wherever you’re coming from.”

It hit you when he said the latter option. You had forgotten it was a multiple day walk, because last time you had help from another magic-user that lent you their broom. It had been a half day flight at your novice pace, but a two-day walk.

At seeing your shoulders slump, the man hesitated for a moment before starting to walk towards the cave. “C’mon. I can go one more night without shifting. You’ll owe me some gold though!”

Your eyes widened at such an offer from the shifter, but as you watched him go past towards the cave, you felt a sense of relief. While staying the night with someone you just met for the first time wasn’t the most ideal, being close to a dragon in your favor is the safest.

As you followed behind him, you asked, “What should I call you?”

A hum followed, emerald eyes glancing behind to you. “.... Call me X for now.”

“X? What's with the nickname?”

The grin returned. “What's the fun of giving you info you ask for the first time? You gotta work for it, just like you’ll have to make a pretty good breakfast if you want me to give you a fly to the village tomorrow.”

Oh boy… What had you gotten yourself into?

Toast

It had been a fairly quiet day at the bookshop. With the lack of customers, you had been able to tackle a good portion of the bookshop that you had been putting off since before you could remember.

The previous owner of the shop sold it to you after you had been the only worker there for years, and he had gotten tired of the maintenance that came with the mass of books. Luckily for you, you had your magic on your side, but magic could only do so much against the giant pile of disarrayed books in the far back corner. It seemed like every time you chipped away at it, it became worse.

At sundown now from coming in early that morning, you had been able to get most of the books out of the pile. Repairing damages of such books took just a tap of magic, but also required time, and so did setting them somewhere to be organized later into their already full sections. This also resulted in small stacks of books now being all over the shop. It made you sigh looking down the aisles to see them all about.

Just as you were thinking if maybe this called for the whole shop to be reorganized, the bell above the door rang. The small sound made you perk up from where you had moved behind the counter to sit for a break. You looked over to the door, shocked when you had to look a bit higher than usual to the very tall person who had come in.

“Ah… are you still open…? It looks like you’re cleaning…” They furrowed their brows as they glanced around, and you felt embarrassment that a customer had to see your shop looking a bit like a twister had gone through it.

“Oh yes! I’m sorry for the mess, I’m working on getting through a pile of damaged books, and didn’t realize we’re so overstocked.”

“Oh, I see.” The person’s eyebrows eased, only to furrow again when turning and seeing you. His pale blue eyes seemed to assess you for a moment behind his round glasses, more confused than upset. “Are you the new owner? You don’t look like that old man enough to be his family.”

Surprised by such a direct question and assessment, you nodded. “I was the only worker of the old owner, and he sold it to me. I’ve had it only for a short time.”

“I see.” They walked closer, glancing downward occasionally to make sure they didn't knock over any stacks of books, soft pink-blonde hair only kept back by the braid it was in. The closer they got, the more you had to crank your head back bit by bit, til they were on the other side of the counter. “Can I have your name?”

“No, you can’t, but you can call me [Nickname].” The automatic response surprised both you and him, making him double take. For a moment he looked angry, but then his face started turning pink, anger changing out for embarrassment as he slowly put his head in his hands and bent over the counter.

“Shit… Sorry, I didn't mean to ask it that way. Gods, that was so embarrassing, that's the first rule of asking people their names.” They grumbled before slowly lifting their head to look up to you. “I’m an elf, I promise, but I understand if you still don’t trust me with your name.”

Your eyes widened, waving your hands. “No no, it's okay! It's second nature for me to respond that way, don’t worry.”

He slowly nodded, straightening up and clearing his throat as he looked away. “I’m an old customer. I haven’t been here for a few decades, so I should’ve suspected it would be bought or passed on to someone.”

Decades? They didn’t even look like they had hit 30 yet, the barest hint of stubble on their chin. It was always hard to remember that immortal beings could look so young for so long.

“I appreciate you coming back after so long. What brings you back after all this time?”

“I had moved to a smaller village north of here, but I’ve read all their books in their shop. I was hoping you had some new ones by now…” He took another look around. “But it looks like you need more help organizing.”

You couldn’t help but agree with them. At this pace, it would take you weeks to completely reorganize the whole shop to be able to fit the repaired books, even with your magic.

“Would… you be willing to help out?” At the raised eyebrows you received, you quickly spoke to attempt to explain. “I’m sorry to ask you when we just met, but I have no one else to help me, and you need books to read.”

They looked at you like you were crazy – which, granted, you were when you had never met them before – for a moment before contemplating how much free reading it could mean to help out organize.

“....Alright. I’ll help.”

#xyx blooming panic #blooming panic xyx #bloomic #blooming panic #blooming panic nakedtoaster #blooming panic au #fantasy au #dragon #elf #series

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be-gay-cause-crime · 2 months ago

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LAB RATS

Chapter 4- Unsuspected Surprise

CW: spiking drinks, implied kidnapping

I still remember the panic after the concluding trial, people calling for ambulances while the other kids were desperately trying to get no. 04 to wake up.

Sometimes I forget she was there since her beginning.

She never did get to know the real world…

———

Kali sat at a bench near the door, their leg bouncing as she waited for Lucas. Someone tapped her shoulder, when they looked up it was him! They felt butterflies in their stomach, their eyes brightening when they saw him.

“Hey Lucas! How are you?” Kali spat out, getting up for a quick hug.

“Hey Kali, I’m doing good, and don’t worry, drinks are on me tonight,” he said with a wink that almost made Kali blush and nod towards the bar.

“Ah, sorry, I won’t be drinking tonight, well, at least not anything alcoholic, it messes with my meds I think,” they said with a soft smile.

“No worries, I heard they got some pretty good mocktails here too, and of course you could just get a soda, but still, it’s on me whatever you end up getting,” he took their hand and led them towards the bar, “what would you like to drink Kali?”

“Hmm, I’ll just start with a Pepsi I guess, actually wait, it’s kinda late for caffeine, uhhhhh,”

“There’s the Startrail mocktail, it’s fruity and sweet, and alcohol free given the name, how about that?” Lucas pointed to a spot in the drinks menu as Kali sat down in a bar stool.

“Hm, yeah, that actually sounds really nice, you’re sure you’re okay with it though? It’s kinda expensive,” They shifted around in their seat.

“I told you it wasn’t a problem, I mean that, I want to treat you tonight Kali,” he looked into their eyes with a warm and loving gaze which they melted under.

“Oh alright, if you’re sure you’re okay with it, what are you gonna get?” She smiled up at him.

“Hm, not sure just yet, probably nothing alcoholic either, since I drove here, I think I’ll stick with a Dr Pepper for now,” he fixed his dark hair which was starting to fall on his face, “also, I have to say I absolutely adore your outfit tonight, I love that your personality is shown in all your clothes,”

Kali blushed at the remark, “Ah, thank you! I love my outfit too, I mean, you also look nice too!” They sputtered out, as the bartender asked for their order.

“Ah, a Dr Pepper for me, and you said you wanted the Startrail Mocktail, right Kali?”

“Hm? Oh- yes please!” She jumped a little, lost in thought.

“Hey, are you doing alright? You seem kind of jumpy,” Lucas asked.

“Oh, I dunno, I guess I’m just excited, haha!” The two spent the rest of the night laughing and making flirty remarks, Kali could’ve sworn something tasted off about the sprite they got, but they chalked it up to the aftertaste of the mocktail earlier.

Lucas’s phone rang, “oh, sorry, I have to take this, I’ll be right back” he left with a sly wink while answering the phone.

A small wave of discomfort passed over Kali, they weren’t sure why, but something felt off, “Hey, uh, bartender? That drink I had earlier was non alcoholic, right?”

“Yep, mocktail version of the cocktail, alcohol free, if you feel like you’re gonna get sick there’s a bathroom over there,” the bartender pointed to a small hallway to the left of the bar where Kali ended up going.

Ugh, I feel like shit… okayyy, nope, not passing out in a bars bathroom, you got this, Kali tried to find grip on the door handle, but ended up sitting on the floor leaning against the door instead, alright then… maybe I should get a ride home… maybe with Lucas? Nah… we know each other well, but not that well…

A thought popped in their head as they scrambled for their phone in their bag.

Hey Jess, could you come pick me up please? I don’t feel good

Sent.

After a few minutes, there was a reply:

Sure, are you okay?? What bar are you at?

Kali struggled to keep their eyes open long enough to text:

I think so I’m at tippers, how son can you pick me up!

Tippers? Okay, I’ll be there in 7 minutes, 10 max, what happened with your date??

Idk he wet out for a call

Okay, can’t text while driving, see you soon, hang out somewhere safe until I get there.

Kali put their phone down, they didn’t know what was going on, maybe someone spiked my drink…? I dunno, what matters is that I get home I guess…

———

Kali struggled to a bench closer to a corner that was hidden in shade so they could watch the door but also be safe, whatever that meant, she considered trying to get to Lucas, but they didn’t know where he right now and decided that it’d be best to just wait for Jess.

5 more minutes passed, Kali, still on the brink of unconsciousness, looked up to see a head of strawberry blond hair walking swiftly over to her, “Kali! Are you okay? What happened?” She helped them up, letting them lean on her as they slurred out an answer.

“I dunno… I don’t have anything with alcohol… I think someone put something in my drink or somethin’,” their head was dizzy, swirling around with questions and words they couldn’t put in correct order, “did you see Lucas out front…?”

“Lucas? Oh! You mean your date? I don’t know, I saw a guy with dark hair talking on the phone near a weird van, I don’t like the look of it-”

“Jess, Jessie, you’re talking too fast…” Kalis voice sounded hoarse, their throat dry.

“Sorry,” Jess said, talking considerably slower, “I just, something’s not right,”

“You can say that again…” once they both left the bar, two people came up to them.

“You ladies need walking to your car?” one of them asked, their arms crossed.

“No thanks, I can get us there just fine,” Jess tried stepping around them, but the second person blocked her.

“No no, we insist. Let us walk you to your car,” they stopped them from going any further, Kali instinctively rummaged around in his bag, keeping a hand on their taser but not taking it out just yet.

“No, it’s fine. Let us pass, now.” Jess spoke authoritatively, trying again to shove past them when one of them grabbed Kali by the arm, pulling them out of her reach.

“I’d suggest you come with us before things get too messy-” the first one started but was cut off when Kali gabbed their taser into their arm, the person yelled out in pain, gripping the side of their arm with a glimmer of hatred in their eyes. “Oh you’re gonna regret that…”

The taser was knocked out of their hands before they could try to attack the one holding them hostage, Jess reached for it, fast, but was stopped by the first person who grabbed her by the ponytail, pulling her head up with it. Jess gave a hearty kick to the second guys stomach as a last ditch effort, temporarily freeing Kali, “KALI, RUN!” She yelled with all her might.

Despite feeling like absolute shit, they listened, stumbling forward as fast as the could, but then they ran into someone, “Lucas! There you are, you have to help me, please I- I think someone spiked my drink and there’s these weird guys and-and-” their rambling was cut off my Lucas putting his hands on her shoulders to try and ground them.

“Alright, calm down, what’s going on, is someone chasing you?” He asked, voice calm and steady.

“I don’t know! But they have my friend, and-” Kali felt a presence behind her, they turned around and briefly saw a person from earlier before everything went dark.

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rarestnicole · 7 months ago

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There’s this cup of coffee.

It was almost empty, just a quarter was inside before someone left it on the table and went to school.

Later on, she sent a message asking for the coffee to be left on the table—untouched, saying she’ll finish it when she comes back.

But she never finished it, you know. Maybe even forgot about the coffee that she thought of going back to when all was well. Despite the world being disturbingly hot enough, she loves her hot coffee still.

That was then.

That simplicity of life will never come back. How fragile is life, really? One moment, you were drinking a cuppa coffee and decided to leave some of it to come back to later on. Only for the next moments to leave you so devastatingly empty that you couldn’t even care about something you’ve sworn you’ll come back for.

How fragile are our moments that you can never really tell if you could go back to something later on? I doubt that she ever really remembered about her coffee when a parent was taken away by a traitorous disease.

It was devastating—world-shattering, even.

None of us expected to lose a family member so suddenly. We were even in denial despite seeing that death has completely consumed him.

And once again, Death overshadowed the living out of us all.

Like that coffee to her, she thought she could later come back to both of her parents—both filled with life and love. Little did any of us know, our family member went ahead with the sun. Suddenly, all of us were taken aback, in disbelief, and filled with gloom.

We lost more than just a family member; we lost a friend, some lost a future that could’ve been, a dream-come-true, a warm embrace, a shoulder to cry on, a pillar, a sunshine, and more.

That’s why it hurt big time. It was sudden. He was robbed of the very life that he was vivaciously living. His family was robbed of the life that they were dreaming of living someday. We were robbed of a happier future and more meaningful memories with him around. Now, nothing will ever be the same—especially for his family.

And that’s when I realised… the coffee may have been there when she went home, but so was loss. She never remembered what remained because all of it were overshadowed by grief.

And unlike that coffee, we cannot just plan to come back for people and our home later on and expect them to actually be there, because no matter how lively and hopeful life is, it’s also just as tragic and painful.

I cannot fathom the distress, loss, and utter brokenness of the family he was forced to leave. I can only cry for their loss, I can only break for their shattered hearts and soul. I can only offer a hug, a moment of silence, a sympathetic look, my words of love and understanding, and my support, but none of that will be enough to put everything back together. The fact of the matter is that her Father is gone, no matter how unreal it seems to me. It breaks my heart, too.

As a family, we’re back to the bottom again. We’re back to the gloomy phase. And I understand. No one will rush healing. No one should.

Hurt if you must, young lady.

Cry if you must. Scream, if that makes it less painful for a while. And come back to life when you’re ready. One of your stars may have dimmed, but we’ll be here when you’re ready to be shined on again. I’m not gonna promise that it’s the same light that you lost when he was taken, no matter how bright will our collective shine be, but we’ll keep your day and night lit enough until you find your own light again.

They said we shouldn’t cry over spilt milk, but how come she still cried her soul out even when she came home with her coffee waiting for her? None of what wasn’t spilt comforted her broken soul because none of what’s left could bring back what’s now gone.

And none of these truths are easy to accept.

My darling… until you shine again.

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years ago

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BTAS, ZY, Arkham Riddlers with crush on dumbass henchwoman

“How the hell did you get that?”

“I just grabbed it on the way out.” Henchwoman twirled around, showcasing the black fabric down her back.

“You grabbed Batman's cape?”

“Looks nice, right?”

A/N: I hope you don't mind I took liberties again with the different Riddlers to call for a different scenario, but the same idea is there lol Hope you enjoy ~

Trigger Warnings: some lewd thoughts/suggestiveness for Zero Year/Capullo Riddler but that's about it.

Riddlers with a Dumb!Reader Who Stole Batman's Cape

BTAS Riddler:

You and Eddie were gasping and heaving for air as the two of you finally made it back to the safe house.

“That was a close one…” You said breathlessly.

“Yes, it was.” Ed agreed sternly. He looked over at you, “are you hurt?”

“N-No I’m fine, are you–”

“What part of wait for my signal didn’t you understand?” He interrogated.

He wanted so badly to ask you that first, but wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. He did care after all, despite doing everything he can to keep the emotion at bay.

“I did! You said to spring the cage when you flashed your light. I saw a light and I pulled the lever!”

“I didn’t flash any light!”

“You didn’t? B-But I could’ve sworn…oh….it may have been a glare..” You admitted in a mutter.

Ed rubbed his temples in agony and defeat. There was no use in hurting your feelings and getting you upset. “I-It’s fine, it’s fine…just another hiccu– what on earth are you wearing?”

“Oh!” You immediately bounced back and gave a little twirl as a black cape fluttered around her.

“Is…is that Batman’s cape?”

“Pretty neat, huh? It got stuck to the cage and I thought I’d take it!”

Edward took off his hat and mask and resumed to rub the temples of his brain, in an attempt to ease the oncoming headache.

Zero Year Riddler:

God, it’s a good thing you’re hot. Like no seriously, it’s one of the only reasons he keeps you around. You’re dumb enough to make him constantly feel like the smartest person in the room, and you’re an absolute treat to look at (and made for a good lay). He adored you the way someone would a cute dumb puppy, it’s harsh but it’s true.

“All you had to do was cut the power off in the main electrical room…” Ed sighed. “It was one button.”

“B-But Eddie…there were…a lot of buttons.” You stammered.

“I understand…but you were able to find the right one weren’t you?” He asked you, as condescendingly as possible.

You nodded sheepishly.

“But it was too late wasn’t it? Batman had already found you, luckily I was there to rescue you, huh? How great of me isn’t it?”

“Yes it was very brilliant of you, thank you, Riddler!” You didn’t know much, but you knew how much it pleased him when you referred to him by his moniker.

Edward chuckled at you. Sure, you screwed up, but honestly he looked forward to it. He got to…punish you for it.

“But! I did manage to snatch this from him!” You pulled out a long black cape you had hidden behind your back.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“Batman! I tugged it off of him while he was carrying me!”

For once, the smug Prince of Puzzles was…puzzled to say the least.

Arkhamverse Riddler:

It was a mystery to Edward why he still kept you around. He had to work twice as hard to work around or fix your screw-ups. He constantly had to baby you and tell you not to go here or there. Please don’t touch that, don’t touch this. It was tiresome for the already on edge genius.

However he couldn’t deny your undeniable loyalty to him. Edward knew you would be entirely lost without him. What a great man he is, right? And you would be right there by his side perfectly agreeing and clinging on to every word he said like it was the gospel. Also it didn’t help you looked kinda cute whenever you solved a riddle and smiled widely at him, or you picked the right tool he wanted the first time.

Ed was working on another batch of riddler-bots when he sent you out to grab a few tools and materials. This was another one of Edward’s test just to see if any sort of knowledge had retained itself into your cerebrum the past year you’ve worked for him.

Which is why what he asked for wasn’t anything of real significance. Just some wrenches, a mallet, and sheets of metal that laid to waste in Wonder City.

Edward heard your playful humming as you made your way back into the sewers. He turned around on his barstool and away from his workbench to face you.

“Y/N, did you manage to get the things I requested?”

“Umm…I think so, Eddie.” You dropped everything on the floor unceremoniously.

Ed cringed at the loud clanking of the wrench hitting a metal sheet. You did manage at least one of supplies…the sheets of metal. The rest of the items were miscellaneous at best. Rocks, stones, a tiny hammer, and a few screws.

So much for this little experiment.

Edward tried to keep in his frustrations. Taking deep breaths, and deciding that he’s beyond exhausted to get into it with you…again.

“C-Close, at least you got the metal…”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. When I got there…I uh forgot what you asked for.”

“What about the list I gave you?”

You hid your hands behind your back and started childishly rocking back and forth. Avoiding eye contact with Edward, like a child that hoped if it’s parents couldn’t see them, they wouldn’t get scolded.

Edward just sighed in defeat. He didn’t have time to deal with you or scold you about how stupid you were…you would just forget it tomorrow anyway.

He did notice you playing with something behind your back, and a weird black cord around your neck.

“What’re you wearing?”

“Oh this?” You twirled around. You held it open to show it’s long length, before you wrapped it around yourself, giddily. “It’s a cape!”

Edward almost fell out of his stool. “I-Is that Batman’s cape?”

“It’s Batman’s cape! I ran into him on the way back! He asked where you are, and I didn’t say a peep. I didn’t say a word! I watched him walk off and his cape fell off!”

Edward began walking away from you and out of the workshop.

“W-Wait! Eddie! Where are you going?”

Yeah, no Edward was done. The riddler bots can wait. You can wait. He was going to bed or bludgeoning himself with his own cane, whatever came easiest.

#riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton x reader #btas riddler x reader #zero year riddler x reader #capullo riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #ri writes

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wondernimbus · 4 years ago

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two sworn enemies — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

requests are closed for now! please refrain from plagiarizing my work.

After being on the receiving end of Malfoy's torment for four whole years at Hogwarts—a place where she's supposed to be making friends and learning and making the most out of all her youthful years—[Y/N] is beginning to grow tired.

The last thing she’s supposed to be worrying about is a snarky Slytherin boy who always has some sort of rude remark resting on his lips every time he comes across her in the corridors. Or anywhere, for that matter—Draco Malfoy's incessant jest seems to stay within no boundaries.

Eleven-year-old [Y/N] used to be fazed by it; she used to cry herself to sleep every time the platinum blond would push past her in the hallway, yelling out something offensive on his way, usually to do with her friendship with blood-traitors and the "big-headed" Harry Potter (or so Malfoy referred to him). She used to feel angry—angry enough to want to whip her wand out at him and hex him into oblivion every time he'd even as much as lay eyes on her. But the more Malfoy tried to bother her, the more it didn't anymore.

Fourth year wasn't so bad. Malfoy had already called her about a hundred nasty names at that point and was running out of them—his creativity was dwindling and [Y/N]'s concern along with it. She'd even laughed at him, one time during Transfiguration class—genuinely laughed, not out of frustration or anger but because she found something that he said to her funny.

"How does it feel being surrounded by blood-traitors and Mudbloods, [Y/L/N]? Pity you chose the wrong crowd to hang around."

"How did it feel to get punched by a girl, Malfoy? I hear Hermione packs quite a punch."

Malfoy’s nose had wrinkled into his signature sneer before he scoffed. "Tell Granger she can improve her right hook." At which point [Y/N] had snorted out a laugh—and yes, it wasn't a full-blown burst of chortles, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Fifth year rolls around and Draco Malfoy is the least of [Y/N]'s worries. She's gotten over his nagging at this point; all his jabs have lost a bit, if not all of their luster.

But then a week after classes have started, Malfoy starts acting—weird. Very weird. [Y/N] has no idea what's gotten into him, but Draco's cruel insults seem to have veered off course and taken a very dramatic turn. He still yells at her in the hallways, but not to make some harmful jibe [Y/N] has heard thousands of times before. Instead Draco—yes, Draco Malfoy, the same boy who has never once failed to torment her in the past years they've known each other—has now made it a habit to yell pick-up lines. At her. At [Y/N]. At the same girl he's been bad-mouthing for the past four years.

The first time it happens, [Y/N] can't believe her ears. She thinks he's yelling at someone else other than her, because there is no way bloody Draco Malfoy is shouting "DO YOU PLAY QUIDDITCH? BECAUSE YOU SEEM LIKE A KEEPER" at her from halfway across the Great Hall.

But he's definitely staring at her, grinning widely in that conceited sort of way that [Y/N] has always despised.

"Is he talking to me?" [Y/N] asks Hermione, bewildered.

"Looks like it." Hermione looks just as surprised as her. "Knowing Malfoy, he's not up to anything good. Ignore him, [Y/N]."

But ignoring Draco Malfoy is not something [Y/N] is capable of; the feistiness in her makes sure of that. So instead of moving on and turning a blind eye, she cups her hands over her mouth and yells, just as loud, "ARE YOU A BLUDGER? BECAUSE I'D LOVE TO BASH A BEATER'S BAT INTO YOUR—"

Whatever Malfoy is up to, [Y/N] isn't entirely sure she's enjoying it. The next afternoon—also in the Great Hall, while [Y/N] is doing her homework instead of eating lunch (because Snape apparently thinks it's a good idea to ask for a four-page essay when the school year has barely even started), there's a thump and [Y/N] looks up to see that there's a little red envelope sitting on her empty plate. Looking even further up, she sees an owl flying away from the table and out of the roof of the Great Hall, where the owls always come from to deliver letters—although that only happens at breakfast. Which means this is from someone else, likely another student.

[Y/N] stares.

"It's a Howler," Harry says from next to her, like she doesn't already know.

"I'm aware," she mutters, narrowing her eyes at it before she sets down her quill to grab it.

"Who would send you a Howler?" Ron has looked up from where he'd been shoveling beans into his plate. He crowds into her space, peering at the envelope she now holds in her hands; and she can't really answer him, because only her name is scribbled across the front in handwriting she doesn't recognize. Whoever sent it to her didn't bother with writing their own name.

She hesitates, brows furrowed as she, too, wonders where it's from. Her parents don't have a reason to send her a Howler—unless she's done something wrong that she isn't aware of. But it's only been a week since school has started and as far as she can tell, she hasn't done anything worthy of being sent a Howler. Or at least not yet.

"Might as well," she sighs—it's going to deliver its message one way or the other, anyway, and [Y/N] prefers to open it herself than have it burst into flames, rain ashes down upon her homework, and then start talking—so she opens the envelope.

The Howler jumps to life in front of her, hovering in front of her face, and [Y/N] has never seen a piece of stationery look so angry before. A forked tongue slips out of the envelope—[Y/N] braces herself for the worst, despite not knowing who on earth might have sent it—until a familiar voice booms around the Great Hall.

"ARE YOU A BASILISK? BECAUSE WHEN I SAW YOU, I FROZE."

Ron's shoulders automatically start shaking with laughter. Most of the Great Hall—or at least the ones close enough to hear the Howler—have turned around to watch the spectacle unfold, giggling behind their palms and pointing at [Y/N] like she can't see them. [Y/N], in the meantime, stares, completely dead to the world and everything else around her, because she knows that voice.

But then the Howler keeps talking. "IF YOU LET ME TAKE YOU ON A DATE, I CAN PROMISE YOU THINGS THOSE FILTHY PEASANTS CAN NEVER GIVE YOU."

The entire hall has fallen completely silent. [Y/N] feels her face burning up, but not with embarrassment—[Y/N] is angry. She feels it thrumming in her veins, curling around her lungs, clouding all of her senses.

With a single flick of [Y/N]'s wand, the Howler bursts into flames with a final feeble wheeze of I'm also a fairly good snogger. Ron is roaring with laughter and Harry has also joined in. Two-faced gits.

[Y/N] slams her palms down on the table and vaguely even registers the pain this gives her as she steps out from behind the bench and turns around to face the Slytherin table because of course she knows who sent the Howler. Of course she knows who would go out of his way to humiliate her in front of the entirety of Hogwarts, because that extremely irritating, maddeningly haughty voice can only belong to one person—and sure enough, the idiot in question is standing there on top of the benches, arms outstretched towards her and that proud, snooty look on his face like he expects her to actually be impressed.

Over Ron and Harry's laughter, [Y/N] shouts angrily, "Malfoy!"

Malfoy drops his arms to his sides, hops off the bench, and swaggers towards her. She meets him halfway—and when she does, she doesn't hesitate to shove him angrily by the shoulders. He stumbles back a little, but he's still grinning annoyingly wide. "Have you come to me bearing an answer?" he says, his tone mocking, and [Y/N] just barely suppresses herself from whipping out her wand and jabbing it somewhere she wouldn't want a wand anywhere near. They are still surrounded by teachers. "I imagine it's a yes—who would turn me down, after all—"

"Drop the fucking act," she hisses; all eyes are on them, because Hogwarts never passes up a chance for gossip, and this might be the most exciting one yet. Draco Malfoy publicly asking out the girl everyone knows he's hated, and has hated him, for a long time—what a spectacle. But [Y/N] knows that his intentions are far from genuine; this is just another way to humiliate her and get on her nerves. And as much as she hates to admit it, it's a pretty good fucking move, because she hasn't been this annoyed by him in a long time.

Her teeth are gritted together so hard her words barely come out coherent. "I don't know what you're playing at," she practically growls, taking a step closer to get in his face, "But I encourage you to get yourself together."

But Malfoy seems unaffected. "Pity you didn't let the Howler finish," he drawls, still with that same smirk on his lips as he wriggles his brows suggestively. "I could've told you more about my superior snogging skills."

"Which is exactly why I didn't," she fumes. "We're in the middle of lunch—any more of you talking about your 'superior snogging skills' and the entirety of this hall would've thrown up on themselves. I know I would've."

At this, the smile on Malfoy's face droops a little, a ghost of his familiar sneer seeping in. [Y/N] takes a step back away from him, because she can't stand being more than a few feet near the prat. "You've got a lot of nerve, pulling this," she scoffs. "Try it again and you'll regret it. Now excuse me while I go do my bloody homework."

And then she turns around, goes back to the Gryffindor table, and does her bloody homework.

—

But Malfoy, as it turns out, isn't as weak-willed as he lets on. She's started receiving Howlers every morning at breakfast, all of which burst into flames every time to rain ashes upon her innocent plate of eggs and toast, but only after loudly blurting out some ridiculously bad pick-up line. It's been four days since the first Howler and they've only gotten progressively worse ever since—"you must be a Boggart because I'm terrified of pretty women"—and [Y/N] is beginning to grow so very tired.

Today, she hexes him in the middle of the hallway just as he's coming out of Potions class. She had warned him, all those days ago, that he'd regret it if he didn't let up. So [Y/N] watches, terribly amused as Draco starts wailing in the corridor, his hands splayed over his face in a measly attempt to cover the sardines falling out of his nostrils. It's an irreversible hex—or at least for eight hours—but until then, Draco will have to deal with the tiny fishes that shoot out of his nose at random intervals. [Y/N] can't bring herself to feel bad, not when he's humiliated her time and time again in front of so many people.

No Howlers arrive the morning after. There's a sense of what feels like disappointment coming off of the Great Hall; some people have actually turned around in their seats to watch her in anticipation for an owl to come swooping down upon her bearing a red envelope. Unfortunately for them, it doesn't happen. [Y/N], meanwhile, is finally at peace.

Or at least until Ron jabs her in the side and goes, "So are you?" he's grinning. "A Boggart, I mean."

It's a reference to the Howler she received yesterday. Her movements are dangerously swift; immediately she smacks the back of his head, sending him into a complaining frenzy. She rolls her eyes. "Stupid Malfoy."

"As much as I hate to say this," Harry begins, "I kind of wish you hadn't hexed him into stopping. His pick-up lines were pretty funny."

"Ha!" [Y/N] points a finger at Harry and nods approvingly, laughing a little. "That's a good one, Harry."

Harry stares at her dead in the eye. "Oh, I wasn't joking."

Her face falls.

"I suppose being on the receiving end of Malfoy's affection isn't any better than being hated by him," says Hermione, offering [Y/N] a sympathetic smile. "It's a good thing you showed him not to mess with you any further, [Y/N]."

[Y/N] tries for a smile of her own, but it comes out all stiff and crooked. "I feel like the past few days have been a fever dream," she says, shuddering. "This new form of—bullying, I don't know—has just been so weird. The bad names I've gotten used to, but—the compliments? The pick-up lines?"

"D'you think he's gone off his rocker?" Ron suggests.

"Maybe he fancies you," says Hermione off-handedly.

The effect this has on the three is instantaneous; Ron, Harry, and [Y/N] simultaneously blanch as though they've all swallowed something sour at the same time. Ron is choking on a piece of toast and Harry has spit water everywhere.

"Absolutely not," [Y/N] is shaking her head, nose wrinkled in distaste. "He can't possibly—that's ridiculous. We've hated each other for years."

"Feelings do change," Hermione shrugs, rolling her eyes at Ron and Harry, who have yet to recover from their initial shock. "And besides, it was just a suggestion. Although I don't see why he'd go out of his way to send you Howlers repeatedly asking you out if he doesn't fancy you."

"Because he wants to humiliate me in front of everyone!"

"Oh, alright, alright," Hermione sighs, sensing her defeat. "But you never know."

Ron has gathered his bearings once more. He turns to Hermione, genuine concern flooding his features, and blubbers, "Did I hear you right? Malfoy—fancying [Y/N]?"

"Yes, Ronald." Another eye-roll. "It's not that outlandish. Boys are boys—even Malfoy."

"Merlin's beard," he slumps down in his seat, shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever been this surprised. Not since I heard that Percy managed to score himself a girlfriend, and that was three years ago."

A few days pass, and while no more Howlers arrive, Malfoy is still as insistent as ever in his attempts to "woo" her—or, well, whatever it is he's trying to do. [Y/N] doesn’t quite know what to call it anymore; for some reason, it no longer feels like an attempt to bully or humiliate her. It's not as though he's insulting her, and it's not like her reputation is in any way being lessened. In fact, most of Hogwarts, it seems, enjoys the so-called "love-hate relationship" they've got going on, and expects them to get together sometime in the near future.

[Y/N] learns all of this from Fred and George, who are always a good source of gossip.

"What better love story than two sworn enemies falling in love?" George gushes, clasping his hands together.

"So romantic," Fred sings, closing his eyes and swaying his hips as though listening to a sultry tune only he can hear. “Setting aside their differences to answer the call of their hearts."

"Oh, Malfoy's still an arse, of course."

"But it's still romantic."

Part of [Y/N] wishes that the twins hadn’t told her that, because it makes it all the more confusing on her part. If, by some miracle, Malfoy does fancy her—what is she supposed to do? Ride off with him into the sunset? They are enemies—they have been for four, supposedly five years now, except this year Malfoy is being an insufferable twat who won't stop yelling pick-up lines at her in the hallways.

[Y/N] decides to turn a blind eye on him. If she ignores him for long enough, he's bound to stop.

Right?

—

Despite being a close friend to the famous Harry Potter, [Y/N] can say she’s made a name for herself at school that stretches far beyond just that girl who hangs out with the Chosen One. She’s been playing for the Gryffindor Quidditch team for two years and has contributed to some of the house’s most fantastic wins as a Chaser, and she’s also a fairly good student. She may have a penchant for trouble-making, but she knows how to limit herself. She prides herself for her work ethic and thus her grades are above average—enough for her to earn the favor of most of her teachers and for eager first-years to sometimes come up to her asking for help doing homework.

But enough for those very same first-years to come up to her in the hallway ready to do all of her biddings for the day, practically demanding her to hand over her books so that they can carry them for her? No. Certainly not. [Y/N] may have made a name for herself, but definitely not one renowned enough to earn the eleven-year-olds now crowded around her moments after she steps out of potions class, telling her that, “We’re here at your disposal! If you need us to do anything, just say the word!”

[Y/N] stares at the three children clustered around her, all wide-eyed and for some reason incredibly eager for her to start bossing them around.

Taken aback, she ushers them into a corner; the hallway is busy and people will keep bumping into them if they stay in the middle of the hallway like that.

Once away from the bustling main corridor, she bends down a little so that she’s at eye-level with all of them. “At my disposal?” she repeats, eyes narrowing playfully. “What do you mean?”

“We’re here to carry your books for you or grab you snacks from the kitchens or tie your shoelaces if you need us to!” one of them exclaims, bouncing on his toes.

Alright—this is getting ridiculous. [Y/N] pauses, lips pressed together into a thin line as she stares at each one of the first-years in turn; all three of them are staring at her as though waiting for her to start asking them to do push-ups.

She inhales. Someone must have put them up to this, because there is no way these children woke up this morning and simultaneously decided to become her servants for the day.

“Well,” she begins, smiling at them—and good grief, did she really look that young when she was eleven? “Thank you for offering to help me. I appreciate it, really—but lucky for me I’ve got some very capable arms and I think I can handle tying my shoelaces and carrying my books around and whatnot. But again—thank you. You’re all very nice.”

She pauses to look at their reactions; the smiles on their faces have drooped a little as they turn to one another, seemingly at a loss for words. “But,” the one girl says, frowning, “We’re supposed to help you.”

[Y/N] raises her eyebrows. “Supposed to?”

Someone definitely put them up to this—[Y/N] is certain of it now. And she has a good guess as to who.

She starts by saying, tone gentle, “Did someone tell you to do this? Because that’s really kind, and I’d love to thank them.”

The girl bunches up her lips in thought, shuffling her feet against the ground. “We’re not supposed to say,” she mutters, glancing at the two boys next to her nervously.

[Y/N] inhales. She needs confirmation, so she crouches down so that she’s the same height as them, and offers them all the friendliest, most trustworthy smile she can muster. The kind that wins over eleven-year-olds. “You won’t get in trouble if you tell me,” she tells them gently, and waits for them to nod in understanding before she goes, “Was it Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?”

They don’t have to respond—the looks on their faces are enough confirmation. [Y/N] suppresses the urge to roll her eyes, because of course Malfoy is the kind of person to somehow get first-years to do something like this. And she’s pretty sure it has something to do with bribery.

“Did he promise to give you anything, maybe?” [Y/N] presses on patiently.

The girl leans in and cups her hand over her mouth to whisper excitedly, “Chocolate frogs. Five for each of us.”

Ah. Of course. [Y/N] sighs inwardly and nods, standing up properly to once more tower over the tiny first-years. As much as she would love to have her own personal butlers, there is absolutely no way she is agreeing to take any part in exploiting these young kids. So she ruffles all of their hair in turn and promises to give them much, much more chocolate frogs than Malfoy will ever be able to offer if they swear to ignore him for the rest of their lives.

So she stands there in the hallway, a minute late for Transfiguration, watching the three first-years skip down the hallway, grinning excitedly to themselves—no doubt because they’ve just been promised what could be an infinite supply of chocolate frogs.

Which [Y/N] will now have to spend a lump of her summer savings on. Great. Bloody fantastic.

She didn’t think she could hate Draco Malfoy even more than she already did, but now, with the burden of buying chocolate frogs resting on her shoulders, she realizes that anything is possible.

[Y/N] finds Draco later on in the day when she’s heading to the Great Hall for dinner; as she’s passing by a window that coincidentally overlooks the Quidditch pitch, she sees him zooming around the stadium by himself, no doubt practicing to better his (in [Y/N]’s opinion) ghastly Seeker skills.

So she trudges off to the pitch, arms folded over her chest as she yells, “Malfoy!”

He notices, stops in mid-air, and immediately flies down to land in front of her, one hand on his hip and the other resting on top of his broom. That signature smirk is already on his face, mirrored by [Y/N]'s angry scowl. “Here to take me up on my offer for a date?” he grins, shaking his (sweaty, wet) hair out of his eyes. [Y/N] watches the movement, unimpressed. “Or were you just planning to watch me practice?”

She scoffs, tearing her eyes away from the way he’s running a hand through his blond hair. “Neither. I thought you were bad enough, Malfoy, but bribing first-years into doing my bidding for me? In exchange for bloody chocolate frogs?”

Malfoy’s hand pauses in carding through his hair. He drops it back to his side. “So you figured it out.”

”Why else would first-years be so eager for me to boss them around?”

”Maybe because they find you just as beautiful as I do?” he suggests, eyes glinting, the smile on his face growing even wider. [Y/N] lets out a quick breath of incredulous laughter, because is he really still keeping this act up when no one is around to see? Is he that desperate to get on her nerves?

“Just stop it, Malfoy,” she says through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to him. At this, he whistles a little, eyebrows rising, and for some reason [Y/N] tries very, very hard not to look at the sweat trickling down his forehead, the pale pink hue of his cheeks from the strain of practicing—“Please for the love of Merlin can you just drop the whole I’m-in-love-with-you act? You got what you wanted. You’ve annoyed me enough.”

Draco's nose wrinkles. “Oh, but that’s not what I wanted,” the smile on his face falters a little. ”Did you really think I did all of this just to annoy you?”

[Y/N]’s eyebrows furrow—and is that her heart skipping a beat? No. No, definitely not. Falling quiet for a few moments, she finally sniffs and says, “Why else would you go out of your way to act absolutely smitten by me?”

An echo of Hermione's voice from several days ago reverberates through her head. Maybe he fancies you.

Malfoy shrugs, his smirk falling just the tiniest bit to be replaced by a semblance of sincerity. But that can’t be. And then he says, “Maybe I fancy you,” and [Y/N]’s eyes widen.

That can’t be right. Flabbergasted, she blinks, taking a step back. This has to be some sort of joke—no, yes, that’s exactly what this is: another way to crawl under her skin and annoy the daylights out of her. She has to applaud him for his creativity.

Pinching the space between her eyes in irritation, she looks up at Malfoy, inhales, and says, deadpan, “I’m being serious.”

“I am too,” Malfoy counters, eyebrows raised innocently, and [Y/N] has never wanted to smack him more than she does now.

She lets out another incredulous laugh, because this entire situation is just so bloody ridiculous that she can’t quite wrap her head around it. Throwing her hands up in the air in frustration, she turns to him and says, “Alright—okay. Let’s say you do fancy me. I’m going to pretend for a few seconds that you do—okay?”

Draco watches her, evidently amused judging by his grin, shrugs, and nods.

“Okay,” she huffs. “If you do fancy me—why on earth would you?”

Draco opens his mouth, but she cuts him off: “We hate each other, Malfoy. We’ve hated each other since the moment you laid eyes on me and I laid eyes on you. What could have possibly changed your rotten mind?”

He rolls his eyes at this, shifting a little on where he stands. “For starters,” he begins, like he’s talking to a five-year-old, “I didn’t hate you. I disliked the fact that you hung out with the wrong sort of people.”

”The wrong sort of people,” she repeats, deadpan.

“The Weasleys. Blood traitors. Mudbloods.”

She scowls at him, brain struggling to fathom what the bloody hell he’s trying to tell her. Managing to once more plow through her confusion, she says, “Your point is?”

“I’d have asked you out long ago if only you were smarter with who you chose to befriend,” and there it is—that familiar, distasteful sneer [Y/N] hasn’t seen in a long time. “Your family’s one of the oldest wizarding families around. It’s a shame.”

She lets out another scoff of disbelief, but the first few of Draco's words have something inside of her stirring. She refuses to address it and instead says, “So—and again, I’m pretending—you fancy me because of my family?”

He lets out a little sniff. “Not what I said.”

”What is it you’re trying to say, then?”

“Blimey, how long is it going to take you to realize that I actually bloody fancy you?”

Draco has dropped all pretense of nonchalant arrogance; he’s staring at her, obviously frustrated and a little annoyed. He stops leaning on his broom and lets it drop to the ground in favor of advancing towards her until he’s mere inches away from her face.

”I fancy you,” he repeats, and it’s funny, how he says it, because declarations of love are supposed to be sweet and gentle—not scathing and angry. He’s scowling down at her, lip curling, brows drawn in together in the middle in a tight frown. “I’ve decided that I don’t care who you hang around anymore because I fancy you. Do you get it now?”

[Y/N] swallows, staring at him, momentarily frozen. Malfoy doesn’t seem as though he’s joking—and now she doesn’t know what to say. She’s never been this close to him before—close enough to see herself in the reflection of his eyes, which are a striking grey and remind her of thunderstorms brewing behind dark clouds—

She takes in a deep breath and swivels around, turning away from him. “Stop sending children to be my servants,” she says, and starts to walk away—until Malfoy grabs her wrist and forces her to look at him again.

For a moment the look in his eyes convinces [Y/N] that he’s about to apologize, but then his lips are splitting into a wide grin again and he says, “What if I bribe a seventh year into doing your homework for you?”

Another scoff. She tears her wrist away from his grip and stalks off, in complete and utter disbelief.

”Or a house-elf to bring you food?” he calls after her. “Someone to do your hair for you in the morning? Or someone to yell at me for you?”

She halts at the last one, and for some odd, unknown reason, she feels like smiling. But she doesn’t, because that will open a door into something she isn’t sure she wants to explore. So she turns around, suppressing that mysterious little smile, already twenty feet away from Malfoy as she says, loudly, “I like doing that last one myself, thanks.”

From this distance, she thinks Malfoy might be smiling. But she doesn’t stay long enough to find out.

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koushou · 4 years ago

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an archon’s jealousy

pairing : zhongli x f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none! zhongli cuteness overload

word count : 1.8k

a/n : genshin has taken over my life so enjoy my favorite peepaw

the geo archon, once feared by all beings in teyvat, was known for his strength and abilities in battle, as well as his logical way of thinking and planning. his weakness? well, he’s definitely not great with emotions. especially jealousy.

“Ah, this painting reminds me of when an old friend and I had been travelling together for the first time, there was-”

Zhongli turns around, smiling as he reminisces of events from hundreds of years ago, however turning into a frown quickly.

His golden eyes scan the dining room, sighing as they fail to identify a certain someone. Placing his cup of tea down onto the polished wooden table, he walks out to the private balcony area of Wangmin Restaurant, breathing in the familiar fresh air of the nation he’d known for as long as he existed.

It had been two days.

Two days since he’s spoken to his lover, two days since the small quarrel you both had in the exact restaurant he’s currently standing in.

It had been quite a trivial matter in his opinion, when a young waitress working there had just been a tad kinder to the geo archon, leaving a few light touches here and there. Even “accidentally” spilling tea over herself, putting on a show of cleaning herself.

Not noticing the dark glare of his lover from across the table, he offers the apologizing waitress a small smile, assuring her it wasn’t a big deal. As she walks away, he finally turns back to the now fuming Y/N who was shoving food down her throat to avoid speaking to him.

He chuckles softly, still unaware of the reason for your anger, “Love, slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere.”

Refusing to acknowledge his presence, you huff and continue chewing your food as if he wasn’t even there. Zhongli looks at you with a confused expression, but just before he had a chance to speak, the waitress returns.

She takes a few of your plates that were finished being used, occasionally sending small looks at your boyfriend, oblivious to the whole situation.

“I love your earring, Mr. Zhongli,” she bats her eyelashes at the man, your man, as she continues cleaning the table at record slow speed.

“Ah, thank you.” He sends a small nod her way, not noticing the way she might as well be sitting on top of him with the close proximity of their two bodies.

“Where did you get it from?” You roll your eyes while still focusing on your food, anyone could tell the way she was speaking in a faker, higher tone.

“Actually, they were gifted from an old friend of mine, we would travel together all the time and-” Zhongli goes off on one of his rants again, to the waitress’s pleasant surprise. To your shock, she takes a seat right next to your unsuspecting boyfriend who was still speaking, nodding along with his words.

The audacity of this bi-

You slam your hands on the table abruptly, stopping Zhongli in his story as he looks up at you.

You shoot the coldest stare at him, one that even the geo archon, who had fought every monster, travelled to every corner of the world, swore sent shivers through his body.

“Love?”

“I’m finished, have fun on your date,” You spat, emphasizing the last word, and you could’ve sworn you saw the waitress roll her eyes.

Leaving Zhongli still in a confused state, you stormed out of the room, not paying mind to the distant protests of your boyfriend.

Zhongli sighs, snapping out of his thoughts, leaning against the railing of the balcony. He had walked out and tried to find you, but failed and you hadn’t appeared since.

After finally consulting Childe, the last person he’d ever want to speak to, about why you had acted like the way you did, he simply laughed at the man, claiming that you had been feeling jealous.

That had left Zhongli even more confused. Jealous? He was simply sharing his tales with a curious person, what was there to be jealous of?

He sighs again, ready to head back into the dining room until he spots a familiar figure below him.

You were standing below the balcony he was on, not seeming to realize he was there. Zhongli breathes a sigh of relief, oh how he missed seeing you. About to go down and surprise you, he stops in his tracks when he sees a young man walk up to you and begin talking.

An unfamiliar feeling seeps through his body when you laugh at something the stranger said, a wonderful sound he thought was reserved for him, and him only.

You probably knew each other, that’s why you guys looked so close, right? Friends can laugh at each other, of course there was nothing wrong with the scene unfolding before the archon. That’s why the man’s hand had reached towards a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear, right?

Zhongli grits his teeth, and makes his way down the restaurant as fast as his feet could take him.

He could hear you giggling upon walking out the restaurant’s doors, and quickly makes his way to you.

Walking up behind you, he slips an arm around your waist and pulls you softly back against his chest.

You let out a surprised yelp, ready to attack whoever was touching you, until you turned and saw that it had just been your boyfriend, who seemed to be seething at the moment.

“Zhongli..?” Something about him seemed a little different, maybe it was the way he glared daggers into the other man who had just been talking to you and touching you.

If looks could kill? Let’s just say The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor has an extra client today.

“Hey love, I missed you,” Zhongli presses a kiss to your cheek, “Who might this be?”

A bit flustered from the contact, you looked at the other man who seemed on the verge of peeing himself right there, and had to suppress a laugh.

“Ah, this is just a friend I met a few days ago when I was exploring, he-“

Before you could finish your sentence, the man stutters out an incoherent sentence and almost trips over himself running off in the other direction.

You raise an eyebrow, turning your head back to look at Zhongli who was still holding you protectively against him. He had created a small yellow meteor in his hand and was currently levitating it above his palm in a threatening manner.

He turns to you, putting the meteor away, smiling as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Zhongli, you scared him away.”

He puts on a thinking face, nodding slowly.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, no— That’s it? You probably scared the poor man into thinking you were going to murder him or somethin-”

He chuckles and raises your chin up to face him with one finger, “Then maybe next time, he should think before touching something that belongs to me.”

You huff, cheeks tinting the lightest shade of red before pushing him away.

“Whatever, I’m going now.”

You start to walk away, not before Zhongli catches your arm and stops you.

“Love, are you still angry?”

You could hear the concern in your boyfriend’s voice, and your heart softens a bit. In truth, you had already forgotten the incident back at the restaurant a few days ago and was about to apologize today when the man from before had stopped you.

A lightbulb went off in your head, so you decide to play with him a little longer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Snatching your hand back from his grasp, you continue walking away from your surprised boyfriend.

He quickly follows you, unsure of how to continue. He couldn’t just ask you if you had been jealous, could he?

As your boyfriend got lost in his thoughts of how to ask, you almost laughed at his intense thinking face while nervously walking beside you.

“Uh, I-,” He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you that day, I did not realize that it would have made you feel jealous.”

He takes both of your hands in his, softly enveloping them as he continues.

“From now on, I promise that I’ll only share my stories with you, and you only, so don’t worry, love.”

He smiles at you, as you suddenly burst out in laughter.

“What is so funny?” Zhongli asks, confused.

“Nothing, nothing at all, baby,” You finally recover from your laughing and wrap your arms around his waist.

Leaning your head against his chest, you couldn’t help but smile at the way your boyfriend thought you were upset because he was sharing his stories with another person, when you had just been jealous of another woman being so close to him. It was adorable.

Deciding not to tease him any further, you lift your head up from his chest to press a kiss against his lips.

His eyes brighten instantly. “So, does this mean you forgive me?”

If Zhongli was a dog, his tails would be wagging expectantly at you with puppy dog eyes right now.

You giggle, nodding at him. “Of course I forgive you, just don’t talk to other girls like that again.”

You pout, as he chuckles and leans down to give you another kiss.

“I promise, love.” He softly strokes your hair, running the strands through his fingers.

“I also didn’t like seeing you with that man, so don’t let anyone besides me touch you, alright?”

You smile against him, nodding and opening your mouth to speak again when your stomach suddenly rumbles.

Eyes widening, you push away a now laughing Zhongli, embarrassed.

“I assume you’re hungry, my love?” He teases at you, taking your hand in his as he begins to walk the both of you back to Wangmin Restaurant.

“Who was the one who cut my meal short two days ago? I barely had anything to eat recently because I didn’t have any mora on me.” You take your hand out of his hold, crossing your arms and looking the other way.

He laughs softly at you, taking your hand back and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Ah, you haven’t been eating welI?” He looks at you with concern laced in his golden eyes.

“I apologize, darling, but… I have something to confess to you.”

You turn to him, curious at his words. “What is it?”

“I..do not have mora on me at the moment either.”

“What?! You’re literally the god of mora, Zhongli, but you don’t even-“

He cuts you off short with a kiss, smirking against your lips as he feels you blush.

Pulling away, he chuckles and shrugs. “We can go ask Childe, come on.”

You laugh and continue walking with him, “Poor Childe, at least he’s useful for one thing.”

Zhongli lets out a laugh, as you two walk off, hand in hand, searching for your human wallet.

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snickerdoodlles · 3 years ago

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I??? could’ve sworn someone had sent in a request for this prompt, but I can’t find the ask anywhere??? > < If you sent in this prompt, this one’s for you, I’m very sorry I lost your ask ;;~;;

dimples can always lie [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (you’re here) ] ; 700w, rated M 19: “I’m not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example.” (prompt list)

Pat wakes up to Pran straddling his hips and holding a knife to his throat, which starts his morning out at a solid seven out of ten.

“Hello,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and scratchy, and opens his eyes to a vision. Pran glows in the early morning light, the warm sunlight kissing his pretty cheekbones and his oversized knit sweater brushes softly against Pat’s abs. In fact, Pat’s pretty sure that sweater is one of his sweaters, a handmade gift from Pran himself, and Pat stifles a groan at the crack of attraction that rushes through him at the sight. He wiggles his fingers under the hem of Pran’s sweater, finding nothing but smooth satin skin, and Pran presses his knife harder against his neck in a warning.

Pat pouts. “Is this not a sex thing?”

Pran raises his eyebrows and looks down at the knife against Pat’s throat pointedly. Which is unfair; Pran can’t just demand such deliberation from him right after he’s just woken up or has Pran in his lap looking like that, much less both. It’s not like the knife is a clue, Pran’s response to everything is knives. Asshole politician? Knife. Pat looks hot? Knife. Forgot to go grocery shopping? Knife--

Oh.

Pat frowns and blinks up at Pran. “Did I…load the dishwasher incorrectly?”

Pran snorts. “Close.” He leans closer, eyes glittering angrily, and growls, “You washed your new red shirt.”

Both of them blink at each other expectantly. Pran starts to actually look annoyed and Pat rubs his thumb along the naked stretch of Pran’s thigh. “Yeah, I’m going to need more than that.”

Pran’s nostrils flare. “You washed it with your whites.” The tip of his knife presses against the hollow under Pat’s chin--not enough to cut, just enough to make Pat’s every nerve sing. He’s half-hard against the swell of Pran’s ass, driven mad by the way he can’t tell if Pran’s naked or not underneath all that chunky wool.

Pran clears his throat pointedly, and Pat reluctantly pulls his eyes up from the hem of the sweater. Pran’s enchanting when he’s mad at him, even when he’s threatening him with a knife. Especially when he’s threatening him with a knife.

“You ruined your white pants.”

Pat takes a moment to process that.

“…Of the two of us, shouldn't I be the one upset?”

Pran’s lips pull into a sulky moue and he rolls his eyes. “Like you didn’t buy those pants just to taunt me,” he mutters. (A fair and almost accurate accusation. Pat actually hadn’t bought those pants with much thought beyond oh my ass looks hot, but Pran’s reaction to them the first time he came home in them more than cemented their place of honor in Pat’s fuck me wardrobe.) Pran narrows his eyes at Pat’s lecherous grin and pokes his nose with the tip of his knife. “Be more considerate of things that aren’t yours.”

Pat raises his eyebrows and that’s all the warning Pran gets before Pat surges up and flips them over. Pran barely has the time to throw the knife out of the way and he smacks Pat’s shoulder, eyes incensed. “Pat! What did I just say!”

Pat grins. Like Pran would ever let something hurt him, much less one of his own weapons. “Oh? Is my face yours now too?”

“Mm.” Pran combs back his bangs and knots his fingers through the coarse strands of Pat’s hair. He grins meanly and Pat wiggles deeper into the cradle of Pran’s thighs. “It’s your best asset.” Pran pouts comically and tugs Pat closer. “What would we do if something were to happen to it, hmm?”

Pat dips his head, pressing their foreheads together. “Eh, I’m not totally useless. I can always be used as a bad example. 101 on Things Not To Do As Your Assassin's House Husband.” Pat swallows Pran’s snicker in a kiss. He finally gets a hand beneath Pran’s sweater and groans when his fingers meet nothing but naked skin.

Pran grins against his lips. “Mm,” he murmurs, rubbing their noses together. Then he pushes Pat’s head down.

“I bet I could come up with a few more uses for you…”

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#bad buddy #pat x pran #patpran assassin au #cookie's writing #nfsa (not safe for apple)#this is dumb but my need for pran with knit sweaters and knives grows exponentially any time im fighting a serious wip so #might be seeing more of these soon the current wip is SO LONG help #anyways i put mr. right on in the background earlier today and i have some ideas that actually involve pat doing more than making heart eyes #tho rly thats everything he wants to do he loves his stabby husband 😂#i have ask requests for 29 and 26 in this verse but anything else i havent done yet is fair game 👌#okay enough of my rambles hope u enjoyed the in bed sillies bye <3

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years ago

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Hi! First of all, your writing is ASTOUNDING. I adore how you characterize. Secondly, I have a prompt idea:

A Villain who is falling in love with a Hero, but won’t admit it to themself. They stop being able to effectively fight Hero because they don’t want to hurt them. But Supervillain notices, so they capture Hero and use them to lure Villain in.

-Wicky

🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so very much! You just made my day. I thank you for the compliment and the prompt! I sure hope I did it justice, and I hope you enjoy!

CW//Injuries, threats, implied torture

Villain’s world spun as their skull cracked against the rough concrete of the roof. Opening their eyes, their field of vision was filled with only an array of stars.

Everything hurt.

They were convinced, in that moment, that there was not an inch of their flesh that was left unbruised, not a rib left unfractured. Breathing on its own was an ordeal, an ordeal that they endured only out of pure necessity.

Pain rippled through the stocks of jelly they had once called limbs as the villain scrambled first to hands and knees, and finally to their feet, even as unsteady as they were. They could do nothing but gasp as they faced down their opponent.

There was something in Hero’s eyes. Something that even their nemesis, their sworn, life-long foe could not quite name. It was not quite sympathy, no, but it was not quite pity, either. Something inbetween, perhaps, with only the slightest garnishing of regret.

“Come on, Villain.” It was with a pleading tone that the hero spoke, as though attempting to coax a frightened cat down from the top branches of a Redwood tree. “Just stand down! You can’t win this. We have you surrounded. No harm will come to you- No more harm.”

Yet, the villain only shook their head.

For any outsider, the matchup would have looked more like a massacre, waiting to happen. Villain themself was perhaps not the picture of musculature, but what villain was? No, they may not have been the strongest. But everyone knew what power they held in their palms, the lightning they could unleash at will. Enough to topple the building upon which they stood. Enough to topple the whole city, perhaps. The city had yet to so much as see their full potential.

But it was their potential that the villain now refused to use.

Hero, on the other hand, was... well, they weren’t much. As strong as they were, as clever, as smart, superstrength could only do one so much good. Villain could have destroyed them in passing, with the snap of a finger!

Why wasn’t the hero in the nearest emergency room? Even Villain themself wasn’t entirely sure.

“I’m not giving up, asshole!” They snarled, balling their hands to fists. It would be so easy. So very simple to send a torrent of lightning forth, to shock Hero within an inch of their life. Hell, Villain used their powers to make popcorn on the weekends!

But, they couldn’t. They couldn’t imagine Hero, the poor thing, the pitiful little fool, fallen to the ground. The very thought of using their powers against their opponent made them feel sick.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Hero spoke, eyes wide and glimmering with that same mix of sympathy and regret.

“Too bad.”

And, with that, the rooftop once more became a battleground. Villain surged forward, met in the center by their nemesis. A blow to the side of their head sent them stumbling.

They couldn’t go on like this, they knew as their vision clouded once more with stars. Another hit and they would be unconscious, in the custody of the so-called good guys. They couldn’t do that.

They had two choices.

Three. Three choices.

The first? To take the hit. To bite the bullet, to find themself behind bars.

The second? To hurt Hero. To wipe that oh-so-innocent quiver from their lips. To destroy-

No. They had two options. That wasn’t even on the table. Villain could be beaten, or they could flee.

It was with a shivering gasp that they chose the second.

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Sidekick placed down their fork with a resounding clack. In the silent room, the sound resembled the ring of a gong.

“Are you absolutely certain you’re alright?” They asked with a quirked brow. With the day turning to evening, they had left their sidekick’s uniform behind, replaced now with a casual set of garments. After all, the restaurant at which they were eating was far from fancy. That wasn’t the type of villain that their mentor was.

“Of course I’m alright. Do I look like some kind of ailing senior citizen?” Villain muttered under their breath as they looked over in displeasure at their sidekick. For someone so young, they certainly had a mouth.

“Not now. But on the battlefield last night-”

“I’m fine. I’m up and walking, aren’t I?”

“It’s not about that.” Sidekick shook their head. “It was in the battle. You could’ve taken out Hero easy-”

“Keep your voice down, we’re in public.”

“Sorry.” They lowered their tone. “But, I’ve seen you take Hero out dozens of times. Recently, though, you’ve been all over the place. You can’t even land a single hit! I’m worried. You’ve lost your edge. Up on that rooftop, it was like you were somewhere else entirely.”

Villain had been somewhere else entirely, not that they would ever dare to admit it. They had been lost, hopelessly lost- Lost in the eyes of their damn nemesis.

“I just wasn’t on the ball. Everyone has off days.” They grumbled, turning their embarrassed gaze away.

“Everyone has off days. But you’ve been having an off month! Don’t think I haven’t noticed that it’s just them. Just Hero.”

“They’re getting better.”

“So are you.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

Sidekick reached across the table, placing their palm upon the back of their mentor’s hand, which had unconsciously been balled into a fist.

“You nearly got captured, last night. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Villain. If you’re sick, if something’s wrong, anything at all, you need to tell me.”

Villain suddenly spotted something very interesting on their shoes, and kept their gaze fixed there.

“It’s stupid.”

“Are you sick? Everyone gets sick sometimes, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Not sick.”

“Then what?”

Villain gritted their teeth.

“Lovesick.”

Sidekick withdrew their hand in shock.

“What?”

“Look, it’s stupid! I don’t know. I shouldn’t be feeling that way about a hero, but- They’re a good person, I swear it. They want to help, and they’re kind, and I just can’t bear the thought of hurting them. What if I changed them? What if I hurt them, and that was what made them lose hope, lose faith? Then that’d be on my shoulders!”

“You’re saying...” Sidekick’s jaw was still ajar in shock. “You’re saying that you can’t fight Hero, because you’re in love with them?”

Villain looked up with a sigh.

“To put it shortly, I suppose.”

The both of them were shocked as a figure appeared next to their table. A sharply-dressed figure with a notepad.

“Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes, my apologies.” Villain cleared their throat. They and their sidekick presented their orders, which the waiter scrawled down with a series of understanding nods.

It was not until that particular waiter disappeared from the dining room that they slipped out of their disguise, and dialed a number into their phone.

“Hey, Boss? You might wanna hear about this.”

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To say Villain was in a bad mood would have been an understatement.

The injuries covering every last inch of their body, too, ached with every step they took. Bruises and beatings rippled, forcing them nearly to limp. Yet, they forced their gait to remain normal, even if it meant pain.

They couldn’t call attention to themself. Not when they were in civilian clothes like this, and not when they were on the streets. Still, they kept their head low and their sweatshirt hoodie up as they went along. No need to stick out in the crowd.

This was the only solace they ever got, after all. When some got frustrated, they would go for a drive in the night. But their vehicle was distinctive enough that that wasn’t an option for the villain.

Instead? They walked, moving along with the crowd as though they were a single fish in a school. Usually, this helped them calm down. Now, however, every step they took only made their thoughts spin more wildly.

First, it was Hero. Hero and their stupid eyes. Then it was Sidekick. It wasn’t that Sidekick had confronted them that made them so worried, it was that they’d noticed at all.

That meant that other people out there might spot their weakness. Might use it as an advantage. Who would it be, though? Hero themself? Or, even-

A gasp rippled through the crowd around them in a wave. Voices shouted and fingers pointed, all in the same direction. Villain wiggled their way out of the crowd in order to see what had caused such fuss.

A billboard. An electronic billboard.

An electronic billboard that no longer housed an advertisement for the latest cellphone or insurance scam. No. Upon the massive thing, multiple stories in height, surely, was broadcasted a video.

“Good evening, and I do apologize for interrupting. But I just had to get my friend’s attention.”

Villain’s breath caught in their throat. They would know that voice even if they had to pick it out of a crowd of thousands.

Most would have expected that two people so similar as Villain and Supervillain would get along, but the reality was just the opposite. Villain couldn’t call themself a good guy, no, but they had ethics. Morals. Real aims to work towards, rather than burning the city down and laughing among the flames.

Supervillain, on the other hand? There was a reason that they were so feared. Their goals were far grander than Villain’s.

To say that they had never been very good friends would be an understatement.

And, now? Now they were enemies. The video projected upon that billboard made that fact certain.

Supervillain themself was not visible in frame-- Perhaps that was lucky for Villain. Seeing that stupid face would have certainly goaded them into destroying the projection outright. Instead, the video displayed a room.

A concrete room, with a chair in the center. A chair that was far from empty.

It was always Hero’s eyes that they could not help but get lost in. Now, that wasn’t a factor. Not when the hero was so tightly blindfolded. Their soothing, calming voice, too, had been eliminated-- the cloth gag in their mouth was already soaked-through with spittle.

Tied to the chair, bound, gagged, and blinded, sat Hero.

“Now, I don’t want a ransom. No, no. I only want to see a dear friend of mine. And it has been oh, so hard to track them down.

So, Villain, dear?”

They shivered at the sound of their name. Their name.

“How about you come to my base, and pick up your little friend, here. Or else, I might just have to do something drastic.”

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For six hours, Villain did not move.

As soon as the broadcast had left the billboard, it had repeated itself upon every news channel that gave half a crap about the metropolis. National news, even international, with subtitles in two dozen languages telling of Supervillain’s threat.

They’d found out. Of course they’d found out.

Villain knew they should have been furious. They should have strangled Supervillain, strangled Hero, strangled themself! After all, this was all their fault. Falling for a hero, how could they have possibly been so stupid?

Now, they stared. Hands balled to fists in their lap as yet another newscaster explained the same events, over and over again.

“Boss?” Sidekick’s voice was soft, nothing like their usual, nosy self. They sat in a chair behind their mentor, who was seated criss-cross on the floor.

There was no answer.

“Boss... What are you going to do?”

“I can’t leave them.”

“Leave who?”

“Leave Hero. You know what Supervillain is like! They’ll destroy them. Destroy the last good hero in the city.”

“You didn’t want to hurt them.”

“And I don’t want to see them hurt, either.”

“I know you don’t. But it’s all Supervillain has over you. You can just... Leave them, right? It’s not like Hero has any real power over you.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I have to.”

“You don’t!”

Villain stood.

“Yes, I do.” They spun around, stalking towards the room that held their costume. “And I need to wipe that damn smile off Supervillain’s face.”

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fangirl-writes · 3 years ago

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Ghost of You

Calum Hood x Reader

Warning(s): death, mourning, Calum crying on stage. Angst.

Notes: I saw a video on tiktok of Cal singing his heart out to this song so here we are. Not revised, written in one session.

Summary: Based on the song Ghost Of You.

The boys were hesitant to keep the tour dates after what happened. Everyone needs time and they thought that the space between the accident and the first show wasn’t long enough.

But Calum disagreed. He assured his bandmates that he would have no trouble by the time the show came around.

They were skeptical, argued with him to the contrary, but Calum just looked at them with tears in his brown eyes and said, “Please. Please let me do this. She would have wanted me to do what I love.”

They didn’t argue after that.

Calum woke up the morning before they hit the road facing the side of the bed that would never be filled again.

He can’t sleep there. He hasn’t even made an effort to make the bed, holding on to the last outlines of where you had once been.

The sheets were ruffled and the comforter was pushed near the end of the bed, your pillow was propped up against the headboard where you had been sitting, drinking out of your coffee cup.

The coffee cup that still sat on the bedside table just next to your side of the bed.

A small tear fell from Calum’s eye as he noticed the ever fading lipstick stain on the rim. A subtle, but pretty pink that you always wore. The one that would sometimes stain his cheek before he went out on stage.

He wiped the tear and tried to smile.

Oh, what you’d say if you could speak to him now. “Wipe those tears away, Cal. You’ll be just fine.”

I’ll be just fine. Calum thought. Eventually, I’ll be just fine.

He got up from the bed, not bothering to prepare himself for the day yet.

His suitcases sat fully packed by the door; ready to be loaded onto the tour bus for the next few months.

He always had more suitcases than you did, for obvious reasons. But he swore you could fit everything you owned in that one little suitcase. A suitcase that wouldn’t be used again, and probably wouldn’t leave the closet.

Calum sighed, pushing away the thoughts and walking out of the bedroom. Trying to drown the thoughts of you out, like he always did, trying to think of anything else.

But he found walking down that hallway to make it especially hard.

In that hallway, in those photos, he swears he can see the ghost of you.

The first one hanging there is a picture of you and him that he used to find almost hilarious to behold. It was an older one, back when they were just getting big and he was still a teenager, it was one of you and him, taken when you were just a fan. Someone Calum didn’t think he’d probably ever see again.

But life works in mysterious ways.

The one across from that was the most recent, it was a selfie you took at Michael and Crystal’s wedding. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth and you’d made you eyes cross, Calum was making a duck face, doing the same to his eyes.

It never failed to make him laugh.

Next was your first paparazzi appearance. You joked it was your claim to fame, being followed and snapped in a professional photo with Cal. It wasn’t anything special, really. Just a picture of the two of you walking down a street in L.A, holding hands and decked out in what was probably your laziest outfits ever. Calum had on a dark pair of sunglasses and you were smiling up at him, probably about to crack a joke to get that stoic look off his face.

The rest were either family photos, photos of him and the boys, you and your friends, or just silly pictures of the two of you together.

He tried to walk as fast through that hall as he could, trying to keep the tears from reaching his eyes.

But he couldn’t take them down. It might kill him.

He made it to the kitchen with little resistance and poured himself his own cup of coffee, trying to focus on the upcoming tour and not think about you.

He had deleted social media off his phone. He couldn’t take the constant notifications and reminders and apologies from fans. They missed you too, but Calum missed you an ungodly amount more.

He frowned when he saw the empty vodka bottle sitting on his kitchen counter. God his place was a mess. He needed to at least clean up before he left, maybe that’d get his mind off things.

Put on some music. Yeah, that’d be okay.

He finished his cup of coffee, washing the mug before hurrying off to get the other tasks finished before he had to leave.

He took out the trash, cleaned out the fridge, put away his dishes, swept the floors, vacuumed the floors, cleaned the windows, dusted the shelves.

All that was left was laundry.

He made it to the laundry room easily. But once he was in there, nothing was harder.

He filled a load with his dirty clothes, turning on the machine before tentatively reaching for the basket that held yours.

He blinked back tears when he noticed the old Zeppelin shirt sitting in there. The one that your wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt.

“He’s a rockstar,” your family had said. “it won’t last.”

“I’m in love with him,” you had replied.

Too young, too dumb, to know things like love. Calum thought with a shake of his head. What did they know? But I know better, now.

Calum went through the rest of your clothes, a memory surfacing for almost each one. A old 5sos merch shirt that you’d worn on your first date, not even thinking about it. A pair of music note socks that he had a matching pair of. A pair of skinny jeans you had a love-hate relationship with. A white bra that you had thrown on stage at one of their concerts as a joke, only for it to end up catching on the neck of Calum’s bass.

He smiled at the memory. His entire face had gone bright red and he had looked down at you with an almost scandalized look. The other boys had to stop the song because they were laughing too hard.

He let your clothes lay back in the hamper after he was done. He didn’t see a reason to wash them yet.

But he tucked that old Zeppelin shirt into his travel bag.

He loaded his bags into the back of Michael’s car, ready to head to the bus. Crystal waved at him from the passenger seat, he waved back.

“You got your keys?”

Calum blinked, not even realizing he was going to need those now. “I didn’t even lock the door,”

Michael laughed, pushing his friend lightly towards his house again. “Go get them.”

Calum chuckled back, hurrying to do so.

It hadn’t even dawned on him that you wouldn’t be there to watch the house, that he needed to lock the door. He had already sent Duke to stay at Luke and Sierra’s but locking his door? He’d never even thought of it.

He grabbed his keys before pausing.

Yours were hanging there, too. A keychain with your initials on it dangling next to the keys.

He grabbed those instead.

“You ready for this, mate?” Ashton asked him as he slid into the back seat.

“Yeah,” Calum said, softly, caressing the keychain with his thumb. “Yeah, I am.”

And as Michael took off, looking back at his house, Calum could’ve sworn he saw the ghost of you.

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The night was going great so far, the crowd was pumped up, screaming and hollering.

Cal had managed to get lost in the music, forgetting about his problems for hours.

Until the song he had been dreading all night.

He almost asked if they could take it off the setlist after he saw it.

But then they’d have given the sad, almost pitying look that they did when they talked about canceling the tour. And he didn’t think he could stand those looks again.

He took a deep breath as the piano notes began. He could do this.

“Let’s see those lights up in your hands,” Luke said, holding his arm up.

Calum reached his microphone and his breath caught in his throat.

Someone was holding a picture of you up. Almost as if they knew.

His eyes darted to a different part of the crowd only to find an even larger poster being held up and illuminated by the stage lights. It read your name, your birthday, and the day you-

Calum looked away again, trying to blink back tears.

“Wow look at all those-” Luke voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Wow, you guys, this is...”

There were maybe hundreds of posters or photos being held up now along with the phone lights.

“You know, this is my first concert without her in a long time,” Calum found himself saying into the mic. “And this way she’s still here. Thank you guys. Thank you so much.”

The fans cried out in response and Calum cleared his throat, saying to his bandmates away from the mic. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Singing the song, Cal hadn’t realized how much it fit his situation until just then. He hoped it wasn’t some screwed up sort of fate that they would write this song and then he would lose you.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” Luke sang. “Dancing through our house...”

“With the ghost of you,” Calum chimed in, mind filled with thoughts of you. He didn’t drown them out this time, he just let them come.

“And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you,”

“Too young... too dumb... to know things like love,” He could feel the tears falling down his cheeks. “Too young... too dumb...”

“You go!” Luke shouted, allowing the crowd to sing the chorus.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” They sang and Calum hung his head back, trying to hide his tears as he listened. “Dancing through our house. with the ghost of you.”

You would have loved this. You would have said that it gave you chills, hearing the crowd sing such a haunting song back to them.

“And I chase it down with a shot of truth. That my feet don't dance...”

“Like they did with you.” Luke sang the last line with the crowd before the stage went black and Calum rushed off to the side of the stage.

The boys followed quickly, wrapping him in a hug after they reached him, and for the first time since you’d been gone, Calum let himself just cry. He didn’t push it down or wipe his tears, he just cried. He let his best friends hold him and he cried.

But just there, like everywhere, wrapped in the arms of his friends, Calum could have sworn he felt the ghost of you.

#calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum hood x you #calum hood imagine

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mcufox123 · 3 years ago

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Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I don't have much time they are coming back. I love you and our twins so much. I am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I missed all of it. I tried to get back as fast as I could. I really did. I thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I thought you would figure it out quickly once I sent you back but that didn’t happen. I kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I was in the training room. I got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

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earlgreydream · 4 years ago

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benefits.

anon requested. can you do draco x reader from best friend to fwb but no catching feelings rule...

a/n: lots of people have requested rough sex lately. it must be something in the air.

Several bad decisions led up to where you were now, curled up in Draco Malfoy’s bed, clutching his sheets to your body.

Bad decision number 1: Becoming best friends with Draco Malfoy.

How could you not? The blonde boy was ambitious, charming, and loyal. You had come to Hogwarts knowing nobody, a scared 11 year old in a new home, surrounded by new people. You were sitting alone at a table when the blonde sat down beside you.

“I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

You were never lonely after that. You and Draco became inseparable. You were together at Hogwarts nearly every waking moment, and summers and christmases were spent at Malfoy Manor together, or traveling abroad to see the world.

Draco was always the first one to support you, the one to celebrate with you, and the one to cry with you. The two of you shared everything, sticking by one another, even through the occasional fight. Nothing would break up your friendship.

Bad decision number 2: Becoming friends with benefits with Draco Malfoy.

You couldn’t imagine trusting anyone enough to lose your virginity to, other than Draco Malfoy. That’s how it started, a night at Malfoy Manor during Christmas break.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Draco had asked you softly.

“I’m sure. Nothing will change, I just want to you to be the one.”

That was how you discovered that Draco Malfoy was entirely perfect. He took incredible care of you, making sure you were feeling good, and making sure you were safe. Draco adored you, and this decision added another layer of intimacy that brought the two of you closer.

One time wasn’t enough for either of you. Hooking up turned into a common occurrence for the two of you. You’d sworn it was strictly friends with benefits, that there was no strings attached, you were just using one another’s talent to get off.

This went on for years, and you and Draco had done it everywhere. At the Manor, at your own home, in your respective dorms, in the astronomy tower, in a broom closet, and even once on Snape’s desk when you were feeling particularly mischievous.

You’d both promised yourself it was no catching feelings, and you’d both managed to fail.

Bad decision number 3: Falling in love with Draco Malfoy.

It happened so fast, yet over so long, it was impossible to decipher how it happened. Maybe it was the sex, maybe it was cheering him on at quidditch games, maybe it was the late nights in the common room with tea. Maybe it was none of those things.

Draco was the other half of your heart, and you couldn’t imagine a single day without him. Your heart raced when he touched you, and you filled with butterflies at the sight of his smile.

The realization hit you all at once, after a particularly steamy night in his prefect dorm. For the first time in your life, you didn’t know how to tell Draco something. He sensed it, he knew the ins and outs of your mind and your heart.

“What’s on your mind, love?” It was an innocent question, spoken lightly as he laid beside you in the black sheets, studying the expression on your face.

That brought you to where you were now. You sat up to look at him, covering your naked body with the sheets. Draco’s hand rested casually on your thigh as it often did, his silver gaze patient as he waited for you to answer.

“I want more.”

Draco grinned and tried to pull the sheet from your body, and you swatted his hand away. The deviant smile fell from his face when he sat the seriousness in your eyes, and he sat up beside you.

“More, as in...?”

“I want to be in a real relationship. You’re my best friend, and I want more than just sex. I think we would be so good together.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, and the guarded expression that Draco never had with you broke out on his face. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. You wished you could take it back, but it was too late. He was already shutting down, and you felt like you’d made a catastrophic mistake.

“Draco, I-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. There’s someone else...” he looked sickened, and you were stunned, feeling like the knife in your chest had been twisted.

“What?”

“I should’ve told you. I have plans to ask out Pansy-”

“Forget I said anything...” You breathed, suddenly feeling ashamed and exposed.

“Y/N. Love, wait.”

You were out of the bed, dragging your clothes on before he could stop you. You ran from his room, wanting to escape the embarrassment and tension.

You had never been away from Draco for so long. You’d avoided him, unable to face his rejection. You had heard from Hogwarts gossip that Pansy had rejected his offer to date, and you wondered why. She’d always shown interest in Draco, and you had scolded him in the past for leading her on. You couldn’t imagine what had possessed him to decide to ask her out.

You didn’t know it was to try to see if anyone made him feel the way that you did. Draco was enamoured with you, and he feared that you didn’t feel the same. He’d panicked when you’d asked for a relationship, and he wanted to tell you that he just wanted to be sure. You must’ve understood, because you had done the same with Theodore Nott in fourth year.

Draco was devastated by the loss of you. You’d avoided him, ignoring all his attempts to try to spend time with you. He wanted to tell you that he realized it was a mistake the second you’d walked out the door. He’d asked Pansy out, and she had turned him down, knowing she would never be you.

“Draco, I care about you. You’re in love with Y/N. I can see it, everyone can see it. She’s in love with you too. You don’t need to experiment with me to confirm it.”

He wondered how he could’ve been so blind. How he could’ve hurt you like that. The regret was all-consuming.

To make matters worse, he’d seen you with George Weasley, and everyone whispered that you didn’t leave the Gryffindor dorms at night. White-hot jealousy twisted in Draco whenever he saw you with the redhead. It was too much, and he couldn’t take it.

George was there to keep you warm, but it was nothing like Draco. George didn’t understand you, he didn’t know what you were thinking without an explanation. His eyes didn’t light up the same way when you laughed. He was sweet, but he wasn’t Draco.

Three weeks passed, and you felt raw. You were barely paying attention as you walked through the quiet corridors, lost in thought. Thoughts of Draco, thoughts of how right now you would be curled up on a couch, studying potions, if you hadn’t told him the truth.

You gasped in surprise as a hand came to the small of your back, another wrapping around your arm.

“Draco?” You were startled. He was pulling you down a side hallway, to empty, abandoned corridors that were never used. A large iron door appeared in the stone wall, and you let Draco wordlessly push you through it, into the Room of Requirement.

The room was fashioned like an elaborate bedroom, a massive bed with black silk sheets in the center. The lights were low, and you suddenly felt warm.

“Draco, what is going on?” You turned to your best friend, your hands coming to rest on his chest when his body was practically against yours.

“I can’t stand to see you with that bloody redhead. You belong with me.” Draco was practically seething, and the lust in his eyes made your body wake with familiar adrenaline.

“Prove it.”

Draco tore your uniform off of you, buttons clattering against the cold floor. Your heart was beating in your ribcage, your nerves beginning to spark with anticipation to feel Draco’s touch again.

Warmth heated your face and ears when Draco tossed you onto the bed, positioning you at the edge while he stood in front of you. This wasn’t going to be gentle and tender, this was animalistic, wild, and desperate. Draco was rough and it had you weak at his fingertips.

“He will never touch you again!” Draco snarled, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. You were pinned to the bed, and he pulled your thighs apart, putting a knee on the bed to balance in front of you.

“Never,” you shook your head, finding a hold on his shoulders. He kissed you deeply, full of need and force. He swallowed your quiet moans, and your fingers tangled in his hair as he sank into you. You tightened your arms around him as he began to move, giving you a moment to breath before he started to slam into you with the pent up jealousy, hurt, and regret of the last three weeks.

The walls of the Room of Requirement absorbed your moans and yells, keeping your secrets safe within them. Draco released your neck and pinned your hands above his head, hitting places that sent shudders of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Draco breathed, shocking you with the kind honesty. You pulled him down onto you and the rough aggression faded. He rocked into you gently, kissing your neck, your bodies fully pressed together.

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry. I’m never going to let you go again.”

You kissed him passionately, the tension in your body releasing as waves of emotion flooded through you.

“I love you, Draco.”

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