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lovely-angst · 3 years ago

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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purple-babygirl · 4 years ago

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Oh god I need domestic things about daddy!Bucky so bad 😫😫😫😫

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff, also possible bad writing.

Summary: A glance at the domestic life with daddy!Bucky.

A\N: i'm sorry if this took me longer than you would've liked but my allergies are acting up and I can't stop sneezing:' BUT I DID IT i stayed up till 6 am because i didn't wanna go to bed without giving you something. you didn't give any specifics so i hope this is anything close to what you were looking for and i hope you like chocolate cookies?:' if this is too bad no one tell me y'all i blame my sinus allergy meds:" pls enjoy xx.

“I couldn’t move, daddy. Look,” she whispered, nodding towards her cupped hand slowly, “ladybug chose me.”

just another perfect day

“There you are, sweet pea. Why didn’t you come inside when daddy called, hmm?” Bucky asked when he found her sitting on the quilt he placed for her to play on in the backyard.

Bucky looked inside her slightly curled palm to see a small ladybug resting there, one of its wings twitching every now and then. She was such a precious little baby. He wondered how long she'd been sitting with her hands in her lap like that, not moving in fear she'd make her dotted friend fly away.

“Aw, that’s beautiful, bubba!” Bucky smiled, his heart fuzzy over his adorable, brave, gentle girl.

“You gotta let ladybug go home now though, and we gotta get inside too," he told her softly.

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed sadly but complied, and slowly lowered her hand to the grass, letting the little insect find its way out of her hold.

“Good girl.” Bucky praised, petting her hair with a proud smile.

“Come on now, daddy has a surprise for you.” Bucky gave her his hand and she took it and stood up.

“What is it, dada?” She wondered, swinging hers and Bucky's hands back and forth as they walked back to the house.

“See for yourself.” Bucky smiled widely, pushing the door open for her.

She took the few steps from the doorstep to the living room, and let out a loud gasp when she saw it. Large, white blankets thrown together haphazardly yet somehow holding up firmly with their old Christmas lights illuminating the heart of it. Bucky had built them a fort in the middle of the living room.

She turned her head and beamed at Bucky, who was watching her with a grin and his hands tucked in his pockets. She ran to him and crashed herself against his chest, her arms clutching his back.

"So I get it you like it?" Bucky laughed, holding her to him.

"So much, daddy," she replied, her lips vibrating the words into his shirt, "thank you."

"Anything for my sweet pea." Bucky scratched her scalp. "I made us some cookies so why don't you go take a look and get comfy and I'll be right there?"

"Chocolate cookies?" She asked, loosening her arms around him.

"Of course, I know they're your favourite." Bucky tapped her nose and she giggled.

"Go." Bucky tapped her back and she turned to walk away but stopped again.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"You're the bestest daddy ever," she told him timidly before running to check out the contents of the large blanket-tent.

Bucky smiled, his heart full and happy, before going to grab the large plate off the kitchen counter along with 2 juice boxes of her favourite fruit.

Inside the fort were her favourite stuffies, leaning against the fluffiest pillows they had in the house; waiting for her to join. In one corner, the laptop was open and paused on the opening scene to one of her all time favourite movies, Moana.

"Daddy," she whispered, her mouth agape in amazement.

"Do you like it, sweet pea?" Bucky asked once again.

She nodded harshly, making Bucky chuckle.

"What are you waiting for then? In you go."

She instantly got on her knees and crawled inside, the floor now soft with the blankets covering it. She looked around her with wide eyes after plopping down on her butt. She glided herself back and sat against one of the pillows, taking the stuffed penguin that previously occupied the spot in her arms, and sighed in content.

Bucky set the food next to the laptop before carefully getting inside as well, his legs too long and sticking out of the fort, making her giggle.

"Come'ere, sweet pea. Daddy wants his baby on his lap." Bucky patted his thighs and she giddily moved closer, adjusting herself on top, her back against his chest.

"I love you, sweet pea." Bucky whispered after resting his chin on her shoulder, arms secured around her tummy.

"I love you too, daddy." She tilted her head to peck his cheek.

"You're not upset I made you let ladybug go to come inside with me, are you?" He wanted to make sure nothing upset her and he knew she got attached to the little nature friends she made. Bucky only ever wanted to make her happy.

"Ladybug chose me, and I chose daddy," she said, leaning more into Bucky's chest, holding his forearms and wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold in his tears. His girl was so sweet. He knew she was too little to express and he knew she meant she felt as safe in his embrace as the squishable insect has felt in the palm of her hand. He sniffed, kissing her shoulder.

"And daddy will always choose you, sweet pea." Bucky promised, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before pulling the laptop closer to them and playing the paused movie.

As her eyes focused on the girl in the water on the screen, Bucky kept feeding her cookies; helping her place her lips on the straw in the juice box.

After the movie was over, Bucky found her yawning and rubbing a fist at her eye. Her snack along with her approaching nap time had her eyes drooping.

"You getting sleepy, sweet pea?" Bucky asked and she nodded tiredly.

"Do you wanna take your nap here?" He turned her back in his arms so her chest was on top of his.

"Yes, dada, please." She cuddled up to him, her nose nuzzling his collarbones.

"Alright, baby, get some rest." Bucky's big hands rubbed up and down her back, settling on her shoulders and patting her gently.

"You know daddy,"

"Hmm, baby?" He kissed her hairline.

"When I see ladybug again tomorrow, I'm 'onna tell her my daddy is the bestest daddy of all daddies." Bucky laughed adoringly.

"But you haven't met all daddies." He kissed the top of her head.

"Don' care. My daddy is the bestest," she said with knowing certainty and pressed a sloppy kiss to Bucky's Adam's apple, resting one palm on his left shoulder.

Bucky let himself tear up a little now that his girl's eyes were closed before kissing her forehead, "god, I would die for you."

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lilacsandamethysts · 4 years ago

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You're going to be alone now

Pairing: Diluc x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: When a simple trip goes terribly wrong, Diluc can't help and dread the moment he is left alone in this world once again.

Warnings: angst, minor depictions of injury, blood, minor panic attack but nothing major

A/n: Not me unable to finish this last week and then forgetting about it. I woke up and chose violence so take this angst fic hehe.

It was cruel how bright her smile was. Even in this awful situation she was trying to comfort him, make HIM feel better and safe. How could she be so vibrant when he could see her light, her strength slowly leaving her eyes? He barely could keep his eyes on the road, the familiar path to Mondstadt becoming hazier as he pounded down the dirty road. His grip on her tightened every time she coughed, blood dripping down her chin and onto his gloved hand. This couldn’t be happening, how is this happening? He had promised to protect her with his life but ended up failing her just like he had failed his father all those years ago.

“Please….stop….frowning…. You’ll get….wrinkles my...love.” Her palm cupped his cheek wiping the stray tears escaping his eyes with her thumb. When had he started crying? He doesn’t know the only thing occupying his mind right now being the feeling of her blood soaking his vest and arms or how the pause between her words became longer than it was. This is bad. She’s lost a lot of blood, she must be hanging by a thread.

The cathedral came into view and before he knew it he was inside shouting for Barbara, for anyone to help him stop her bleeding. The attention of the Knights was drawn, Kaeya and Jean standing in the back just as helpless as he was. His ears were ringing, knees growing weak when she closed her eyes, her hand that was previously grasping the laps of his jacket going slack at her side. This was it. This was the end. He would be alone now. Someone grabbed his shoulders pulling him back but he wouldn’t budge, eyes trained on her face silently begging her to open them again, reassure him that everything was going to be alright. Kaeya stepped into his line of view pushing him back towards the exit while someone else -was that Jean?- was gently guiding him from the back.

“Let go.” His voice was barely audible as tears started freely running down his cheeks. He couldn’t leave her! If he left now she would be all alone in here, no one to keep her company. He already failed to protect her, to keep her safe and uninjured, he wouldn’t wrong her any further.

“You can’t help her when you are like this! Let Barbara do her job and-”

“I said let me go!” Shoving his adoptive brother to the side only to be grabbed by another set of hands and being pulled backwards, Jean pushing him out of the hospital wing and into the main cathedral.

“In this state you are more trouble than help!” She sheathed. “You will follow me outside and you’re going to wait!” Grand Master Jean, the logical member of the knights, was now at her wits end. Having one of the most skilled warriors and friends she knows, laying half dead on a stretcher was too much for her. Diluc kept on struggling but his attempts slowly lost their strength, his determination wavering as the realization that she wouldn’t wake up no matter how much he begged her to, settled in. With his head hung low, Diluc dragged his feet away from the cathedral, away from his lover and for the first time in forever he began to pray to the archons to bring her back into his arms. Let this nightmare end already.

It had been two weeks since he last heard her voice. Barbara had managed to close up the wound before it got infected but she had already lost a lot of blood. Her body had gone into shock from the blood loss and now she wouldn’t wake up. Diluc never left her side. Charles filled in all his shifts at the tavern and the winery was being run by a multitude of individuals. He was a complete mess. Hair tussled with heavy bags and tear tracks under his eyes, shirt unbuttoned and his coat discarded somewhere behind him. The Knights kept visiting, every day someone new would drop by to try and cheer him up, to make him talk but no one could. The only times he spoke was when he was alone with her, both hands clasping hers as he begged her to give him a sign that she was still there. Nothing was changing, however.

“I always thought that I would be the first to go.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb gently massaging her temple like he always did when she would nap on his lap. “You’re the careful one in this relationship after all, it just makes sense…” A new wave of tears hit him, his mind racing back to the moment that shard of ice pierced her side. He remembers it so vividly. The sound of her scream when she tumbled to the ground, the pained look in her eyes when he tried pressing on the wound, the way the color drained from her face and the fire left her eyes. Those images haunted him, following him day and night digging their nails into his skin threatening to tear him apart. “I’m so sorry my love. I failed you.” A sob wrecked his body. He just wanted her back, please bring her back, he can’t do this without her by his side.

The shaking slowly stopped as he relaxed, the hand going through his fiery red hair calming down his nerves and his panic. It felt so familiar, this comfort; she always would do this when his nightmares wouldn’t let him sleep or his headaches got too much. But now she wasn’t here, from now on he won’t have someone to care for him, to love him. A tune filled the air one he was familiar with from his tavern. Why did everything have to be so serene when his world was tearing at the seams?

“Please….don’t...cry.” It was barely above a whisper but he heard it loud and clear. The sound of her voice. Jolting upright his eyes met her hazy ones, more tears spilling over his cheeks as he stared at the love of his life, finally awake with a weak smile on her lips. Gently, he wrapped her in a hug kissing the crown of her head as she nuzzled into his neck. She was okay. She was alive. They stayed intertwined for what felt like hours, saying nothing but a few I love you’s.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, my love, please don’t leave me.” Kissing his brow she placed his hand over her heart leaning closer to him and resting her forehead on his.

“I won’t, darling, I promise.”

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starlit-scarlet · 3 years ago

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Healing

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Wherein Levi comforts reader after the lost of a loved one.

A/N: This fic is also posted on ao3 and is dedicated to @artistic-resonance and another reader from ao3, as well as anyone who has ever lost a loved one. I lost my grandma last fall, two other grandparents in 2018, and I felt like we could all use a little comfort from the sweet, gruff man that is Levi Ackerman—that's how I see him at least.

I'd like to preface this with the following: if you feel that reading this would make things worse, please do not read it. The last thing I would ever want is for something I write to make it hurt more. I did this as a way to help, but my feelings will not be hurt if you decide not to read.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this little bit of comfort from our favorite spinny boy.

It was dark, the curtains drawn in tight, not letting a single ounce of sunlight into the living room—matching your current mood. Curled up on the couch under your favorite throw blanket—one they’d knitted for you—and all you could do was stare blankly out into the room in front of you. The cozy, woven material reminded you of them, somehow still smelling of them, remembering how their scent used to bring you peace—though that may have just been your wishful thinking. Your phone lay on the floor where it had slipped out of your hand the moment you’d received the news.

The five stages of grief, and you were in denial, having trouble believing that they were no longer with you, that you would never see them again, that beloved family member of yours that you’d been so close to.

That’s where he found you when he stepped into your home, lying on the couch, and his concern for you was so sudden that his keys slipped from his hand to land on the floor, the tinkling sound resounding through the quiet room.

“Baby.”

It was the only word he whispered before he moved. By your side in an instant, he lay down next to you, pulling you close against him, tucking your head against his chest.

The presence of him had the first of many tears slipping out of your eyes as your hands curled into fists in his shirt. You whimpered as you tried to explain to him that someone in your family had passed away through the sobs and hitching breaths that hit your body. Simply murmuring sweet nothings to you, he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head, stroking your hair and back, his touches tender, ginger, supporting you as you grieved.

“They’re gone, Levi, they’re just gone ,” you wailed, snuggling closer to him.

“I know, baby, I know.” He was the type of man who struggled with emotions, with poetic words, yet he always tried for you. It was a testament to how much he loved you.

Never once did he let you go, never once did he cease the comforting caresses within your hair as you sobbed in his arms, the well of grief threatening to never dry. He was your rock, the one person who could provide you peace, and you didn’t know what you would have done if he wasn’t in your life at that moment.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wonder.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the tears began to dry, and you nuzzled in closer against him, your lips somehow curling into a faint smile at the way he kissed the top of your head again. It had taken ages for him to become comfortable with these forms of affection, but he’d learned, and though he still floundered at times, he always did his best.

And that was all that mattered to you.

“Why, Levi?” Your breath hitched. “Why did this have to happen?”

He sighed, massaging at your scalp in a way that made you want to purr against him. “I wish I had a reason, but these things just happen in life.”

His words had you sniffling, more tears threatening to spill. “I wasn’t ready to lose them, Levi.”

“We never are.”

That was part of what was so reassuring with him, that he knew what it was like to lose family, having lost Furlan and Isabel so long ago. You’d been there to help him through it, to help him through his grief, the way he was doing with you now.

“What do I do, Levi?”

“You get through it, and I’ll be here with you, every step of the way.”

It warmed your heart to hear him say that, shivering when he brushed his lips across your forehead. Some people perhaps would wish he was more poetic, more heartfelt. But the simplicity of his responses rang louder than any profound, rhythmic verse could ever dream of being. Somehow, he always managed to give tell you exactly what you needed to hear.

Rising from the couch, he pulled the blanket off of you, scooping you up into his arms, your own coming to wrap around his neck as you cuddled close against him. He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down gently onto the counter while he turned to fill the bathtub with water and some bubble bath before directing his attention back to you once again.

Hands gentle as he removed your clothing, he placed you into the bathtub, your frame engulfed in the water and the soothing fragrance of the bubbles.

He crouched down next to the tub, ruffling your hair in a way that always made you want to hum and purr like a cat. “Do you want me to sit with you, or do you want to be alone?”

“Please, Levi, I...I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He nodded, stripping himself of his clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on the counter next to yours. Stepping into the fragrant bath, he settled in behind you, drawing your back up against his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Head falling back against him, you let yourself enjoy the simple comfort that was Levi holding you. His strong, sturdy arms against your waist, holding you close, reminding you that he would always be there for you. The gentle kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulders, reminding you that he loved you, more than anything in the world. For only you were able to see this soft, sweet side of him, the one that had been locked away before you’d both met.

Tilting your head back, he used a cup— one he kept in the bathroom for this purpose— to pour streams of water down your hair, wetting it. This was his domain, where he was most comfortable. It was how he showed you he loved you, the way he took care of you. You knew it was because his mother had done the same for him when he’d been a young boy.

Her way of making him feel better when he was little, had been to set him in a bubble bath and help him scrub away the day. He’d always been close to her, but had lost her when he was a teen, taken in by his Uncle Kenny shortly after.

A calm sigh slipped through your lips when he scrubbed at your hair with some shampoo, his hands tender, and sweet as he washed away the day, just as his mother had with him. It was a ritual the two of you had shared time and time again, the meaning of it different than between mother and son, but the bonding, the affection, all of that was still there.

Blocking your forehead with his hand, he carefully rinsed out the suds, making sure none slipped down to sting your eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple that had your heart fluttering as you turned to gaze up at him. The warmth in his blue eyes lit up his entire face, the warmth that was only ever there for you.

His hands were ginger and sweet as they caressed down your body, scrubbing and cleaning, seeking to soothe and comfort, not entice and seduce. The gentleness of his hands had you relaxing further into him, reaching a different form of bliss, feeling completely safe and at ease with him.

The two of you stayed that way, relaxing, relishing in the comfort of each other until the bubbles fizzled away and the water cooled. Only then did he rise, lifting you back into his arms and setting you on the floor so he could gently dry you, giving your wet hair a little ruffle before running the coarse fabric through it. Of its own volition, your hand lifted to caress the side of his face, and he simply turned his head to kiss your fingertips.

And people thought him cruel and callous.

Hardly, you mentally scoffed.

Gruff. A bit of an ass. A neat freak. Yes, he was all of those things.

But cruel and callous? How could you ever think him to be that way when he treated you this way? So kind and gentle and sweet. As if you were the most precious thing in his life, and sometimes...sometimes it felt as if you were.

He wrapped the towel around you, moving to dry himself off, though he tutted in amusement when you tried to step out of the bathroom.

“Let me take care of you, alright?”

That had your heart fluttering again, the wings threatening to send it flying, soaring, to land straight into the palms of his hands. As if you could ever resist him.

So when he scooped you into his arms once again, you simply nuzzled into his neck, pressing loving kisses along the skin, already feeling immensely better. The grief in your heart ran deep, but his tender love and care was already helping you heal the wound. It felt as if you were floating, and you almost didn’t want him to set you back down—though the thought was hardly reasonable.

Despite knowing you were perfectly capable of dressing yourself, he helped you anyway, pulling your shirt over your head, followed by a pair of comfortable shorts, chuckling at the way you rolled your eyes at him. That was something else only you and a few select others were worthy enough to see and hear.

His smile.

His laugh.

For only those he felt truly comfortable with was he able to put down his guard enough to enjoy the simple things of life such as humor.

“What do you want for dinner?”

The simple question drew you out of your thoughts once again, and you managed to draw out another chuckle from him when you told him what you wanted. Food from your favorite delivery place, something that meant not having to go out, and meant that he wouldn’t have to take time away from holding you, which is what you needed most.

Once he’d placed the order, he didn’t hesitate to cart you into his arms again—spoiling you to no end—and carrying you out into the living room, where the two of you could settle in on the couch, cuddling close with your legs draped over his. He tossed the blanket over you—the one he knew meant everything to you—and switched on the TV, putting on your favorite show. It was one you knew he hated, but that he was willing to watch if it meant helping you.

That was why he was your sweet, gruff Levi.

As you sat together, you slowly could feel the wounds beginning to mend further.

With him—through helping him through his own losses—you’d come to learn that grief is the love you held for a lost loved one persevering.

You didn’t know how long it would take for you to heal, but you knew that as long as you had him by your side, that you had your friends…

You could get through anything.

One day at a time.

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prfctethereal · 4 years ago

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my future | gazing upon a crystal ball | part i

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: LOTS of angst sorry, some fluff, idk if i forgot anythings

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There are three things you should know about me.

Number one: somehow veritaserum does not work on me. It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever encountered. No matter how much of the truth-spilling potion passed my lips, my secrets never budged. It was as if I was drinking water, without the tart, metallic taste.

Number two: my talent of divination was unrivalled at Hogwarts. Once again, it was unclear how I possessed this power, especially since I was muggleborn, but somehow, I was one of the best Seers in over a decade at Hogwarts, praised courtesy of Professor Trelawney.

And number three: I was hopelessly in love with the man that I could call my boyfriend, James Fleamont Potter. He was the definition of charm and chivalry; he was who I wished to call my everything.

As I laid down in his arms in the Gryffindor common room, I watched the fire crackle, the quiet sound of James’ soft breathing floating through my ears. His hand was traipsing up and down my back mindlessly, tracing figure eights onto my delicate skin. I felt calm. I felt content.

There were two days left of our seventh year at Hogwarts. Tomorrow was supposed to be spent cleaning up our dorms and soaking in the last moments of the Hogwarts atmosphere, but all I wanted to do was stay inside all day with James.

He hoped to join the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organisation that worked to bring down Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, after Hogwarts. I wanted to join just as bad as James did, but he said no. It was the only thing we fought about. Continuously, he argued about the dangers of joining together, but I always held my ground. We were to do this together.

“What are you thinking about, love?” I heard James say from above me, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek as I smiled.

“You. Me. Our future.” I shrugged, rubbing the palms of my hands up and down James’ arms, trying to ground myself.

“I like that sound of that,” James nuzzled his head into the book of my neck, inhaling my scent. “Our future. You and me. Forever.”

“I’ll always be your forever and ever, Jamesie. I love you to the moon and back.” The words came out as a hushed whisper, but James clung on to them desperately, pressing innocent kisses just under my jaw.

“You won’t be able to get rid of me.” James cracked a joke, running his fingers across my waist, lightly tickling me as he went. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” I replied, leaning upwards to place a delicate kiss on his lips. Raising my hands up to his face, I cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss in a flurry of passion, that was soon interrupted.

A rustling sound came through the portrait of the Gryffindor common room, piquing the interest of us too. We broke apart from each other at first, before slowly melting back together. It was late at night, many of the other students having already gone to bed. Subconsciously, I grabbed onto James’ hand, letting the pads of his thumbs gently rake over my knuckles as if to soothe me.

Professor McGonagall strutted into the common room, a distressed look on her face. With furrowed eyebrows, she scanned the surroundings before her eyes landed on me.

“Y/N, can you please come with me? Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you.” McGonagall spoke softly, reaching her hand out towards me.

“Oooh, you’re in trouble.” James laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. I chucked along until I saw the somber expression plastered on McGonagall’s face, shutting my mouth instantly.

“Of course, Professor. I’ll come immediately.” Before leaving, I turned quickly, placing one lady peck on James’ nose, hurrying out of the common room, towing behind McGonagall.

She didn’t say much and walked briskly, a stark contrast to her normal attitude. It was quiet, none of us striking conversation, so we walked together in uncomfortable silence until we reached the griffin statue that guarded Dumbledore’s office.

“Sherbet lemon.” Professor McGonagall stated, her booming voice commanding the griffin to let safe passage through. When the griffin had moved, McGonagall said nothing, but ushered me upwards until I reached the doorway.

“Miss L/N, please come in.” Professor Dumbledore beckoned me in through his great door. I always tensed up at his looming office. Everything seemed so much taller than me. Too many eyes could look at me and judge me from the portraits around the room. I lingered in the doorway, uncertain about obeying Dumbledore’s command.

“Please.” He persisted, his hand outstretched towards me, as if to hold my own and walk in with me. I kept my hands to myself, slightly uncomfortable with his twinkling eyes, staring at me from out the top of his moon shaped glasses.

Nodding my head, I finally walked in, the smell of fresh air hitting my face. I took a deep breath, once again shaken from the look Dumbledore was giving me. My abilities of reading people’s faces and expressions stopped with Dumbledore, who always wore a monotonous look on his face, almost disapproving and disappointed.

Gazing around the room, I took in the noticeable differences from earlier in the year. A few trinkets had been put away as well as some suitcases in the corner of the room, looking ready to be packed. It just hit me that Dumbledore would be leaving and going home. I often forgot that Dumbledore had a home away from Hogwarts. Other things looked different, as well as a few portraits missing from the wall and the curtains drawn, something that was definitely unusual for Dumbledore; he liked as much moonlight as possible.

Something wasn’t right.

What really intrigued me was the crystal ball sitting neatly on Dumbledore’s desk in the middle of the room. I was always quite good at Divination as it was my best subject. Professor Trelawney had always taken quite a liking for me and took me under my wing after third year. I remembered our first lesson we ever had with her and the way her eyes widened as she looked at me. After that lesson, she kept me after class, explaining how she had seen me in her own crystal ball, and how my future of Divination would be bright.

She was correct. I had excelled in every one of my exams; I had the Outstandings to prove it. As a muggleborn, I was always curious about how I had gotten my powers of a Seer, but I never pondered it as much as I should’ve. Once again, I was clueless as I looked at the crystal ball on Dumbledore’s desk. Something told me he wanted me to take a look.

“Professor Trelawney has seen some shocking news in this ball and would like for you to take a look.” Right to the point. Dumbledore was not one for cutting corners. Sheepishly, I nodded, walking slowly up to his desk, before his outstretched hand stopped me in my path.

“Be warned. If what Sybil said was true, it might shake you a bit.” Incredulously, I stayed silent, my eyes flickering from Dumbledore’s worried irises and the swirling mist forming in the crystal on the desk.

“Okay, sir.” My voice came out as a croak as I made my way over to the desk. Nervously, I pressed my hands against the cold ball, the feeling of electricity pulsing through my veins from the smallest brush. I jolted in surprise; the future was strong. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, before opening them slowly, taking in the black wisps of the future before me.

Peering closer, I saw something that made me smile. It was James, the biggest grin on his face, his eyes looking down into his arms. Wrapped in a blanket, James was holding a small boy, hair as dark as James, eyes green like the forest behind us. The only thing I could think was pure happiness, thoughts swirling in my mind.

Was it my child too?

My questions were soon answered as a woman came up behind James, smearing an endearing kiss to James’ cheek. Her fiery red hair and enchanting green eyes were unmissable. That wasn’t me. That was Lily Evans.

I could feel my heart breaking in my chest as I watched James press a soft, delicate kiss on Lily’s cupid’s bow, the smile shared between them, the look in their eyes so obvious. They were in love.

Quickly, the scene changed, instantly taking a darker turn. It was in a forest, the forbidden forest to be exact, where Lord Voldemort stood, Elder Wand in hand, a horrendous grin pressed to his face. His pungent red eyes were alive and vicious, shooting daggers at the figure in front of him.

It was merely a boy, no older than I was, yet he looked so much like James. I knew instantaneously that this was James’ child all grown up. I couldn’t hear what was being said but their wands clashed together, a stream of red and green meeting between them. In a flash, Voldemort sank to the ground. Dead.

Gasping for air as if I had been drowning, my hands pulled away from the crystal ball. My breath was shallow, which turned into hyperventilation, letting me fall to the ground, tears ebbing at my vision. I couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on anymore. I let the tears run down my cheeks as I felt a presence sink down beside me, meeting me on the floor next to me.

“Miss L/N, are you okay?” I couldn’t believe that that old fool had the audacity to ask such a question. With tears still falling from my bloodshot eyes, I looked up at him, cocking my eyebrows, almost mockingly. Obviously I wasn’t okay as my hands shook and tears fell, but I managed to mutter out an answer, just to please Dumbledore.

“No.” The one syllable answer hurt to say. Unconsciously, I let my head fall to my side, resting on Dumbledore’s shoulder. I wished for none of his comfort, yet I knew I needed it. As we sat in silence, I let all my tears pour out as Dumbledore rubbed my arm soothingly, not interrupting the silent aura we had created, until my sobs had died down.

“I’m sorry miss, but I must ask you,” here we go, “what did you see in the crystal ball?”

“It was James, but it wasn’t me by his side. It was Lily. Lily “Perfect” Evans. And they had a child, a beautiful baby boy. The love of my life has a child with someone else. He loves someone else. Their child was the one to defeat Voldemort, to end everyone’s suffering. Not our child, their child.” I managed to explain as Dumbledore nodded, obviously having heard the same story from Trelawney, but much less emotionally.

There was a stillness that laid between us. Sobbing silently, Dumbledore waited patiently for me to finish letting out everything I needed to. For a normally emotionless person, Dumbledore was actually good company as I wallowed away in my pity.

“What do I do?” I managed to croak out after a while, my throat breathy and sore from my crying. A sigh escaped Dumbledore’s lips, not a promising sign for my racing headache. Everything seemed to be falling to pieces beneath my grasp and even trying to comprehend what this would all mean for James and I’s relationship was impossible.

“What do you think you have to do?” Dumbledore asked me. It was a foolish question, something that I hadn’t expected from such a wise man like Dumbledore. I scowled at him, contorting my sad frown into a sneer.

“I have to break up with him.” I sighed, playing with my fingers in my lap. “But then what? Sit around watching James and Lily slowly fall in love. It’s too painful. I couldn’t do it.”

“There is another option for you.” I was intrigued. “I have gotten permission from a pureblood witch from Beauxbatons to let us use her name. She is currently working for the Order in Japan, standing in as a teacher at Mahoutokoro, watching out for any dark magic. She’s working under a fake name, so no one knows anything about who she really is. I know you wish to work for the Order, so I have a mission for you, if you choose to accept. You would pose as a waitress and performer at a popular Death Eater bar in Scotland. You will stay there for as long as possible, gaining their trust and learning what you can, under the name of Colette Heroux, a runaway Beauxbatons blood supremacist. It’s almost perfect that you would do it as if they use veritaserum on you, you can lie. You wouldn’t have to be around anyone else from the Order and you would have weekly meetings with just me. No one will know what you are doing. No one can know what you are doing.”

My throat hitched at the proposition. It was perfect. I could leave and let James and Lily’s destiny play out, without having to rip my heart out in two. At the same time, I couldn’t leave. I would have to leave behind all my friends, Remus, Sirius, Peter….

It was the only thing I could do though.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” I muttered quietly. “When do I leave?”

“Tonight.” My eyes widened in shock. I would miss graduation. Dumbledore seemed to know what was on my mind and answered accordingly. “You will still graduate. I’m sorry, but we must leave as soon as possible. You may go back to your room and collect your stuff.”

I didn’t reply. In a hurried fashion, I rushed away from Dumbledore and back through the doors, not stopping to acknowledge Professor McGonagall who was standing there wide eyed and in shock.

As I burst into the common room, I tried to avoid James, but I couldn’t. He immediately walked over to me, noticing the way the tears fell down my cheeks, cupping my face delicately and enveloping my torso in a hug. It was too painful.

Pushing away, I couldn’t even keep eye contact with him. I stared at the ground, trying to get as far away from James as possible.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” James reached out to me once again but I flinched away, bringing my arms up to brush him off, watching his heart break with every rejection through his eyes.

“Please don’t call me darling, it’ll make this harder than it already is.” I muttered. James tried to say something but I kept speaking, not wanting to be influenced by whatever James had to say. “I have to break up with you.”

“You have to?” James asked incredulously, his voice a meer whisper from surprise. Quickly, I readjusted my words.

“I want to break up.” I tried again, my voice failing to carry out the sentence. I still couldn’t look at James but I knew he was starting to cry from the choking noises coming from his throat.

“No you don’t. No, that’s not true-”

“It is. We shouldn’t be together. I’m no good for you.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with no one.” Anger was boiling up in my blood but I wasn’t sure where from. All I knew was I had to get out of this situation. “I’m in love with no one, but myself.”

“You said that you would always be my forever and ever. I said you couldn’t get rid of me.” James was matching my anger as well, stepping towards me red in the face. “That was barely an hour ago. What changed?”

“Everything.” I said, turning away from him. I was done with this conversation. Everything was hurting inside me and all I wanted to do was cry. I knew I had to pack my things though, so I rushed to the staircase for the girl’s dormitories. Before I could reach the steps, I was met by a confused looking Lily, who seemed to have watched the whole thing unfold.

“Look after him for me Lily, would you?” She nodded, unsure of what I meant. Looking back, I saw James still looking at me in awe. He needed closure. I could give that to him.

“I’ll see you in a couple years.”

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collapsingintojupiter · 4 years ago

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To The End And Back: Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Congratulations, you have reached the final chapter.

Characters: Ranboo, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, Tommy, Tubbo, Captain Puffy, Sam

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Ranboo sat at the kitchen table, a warm blanket around his shoulders and a warm cup of tea in his hands. He stared at the cup, and Philza kept a careful eye on him as he worked on preparing something for them to eat.

“Are you okay?” he asked eventually. “Puffy went with the others to get Eret; they said they’d bring him here to see you. They’re okay mate, I promise.” Ranboo slowly looked up at him.

“It’s...it’s not just that,” he said quietly. “It...I just...I remember the portal opening, and then I’m holding a dying person in my arms...and I watch them die, and it…”

“Yeah, that’s...not a good experience,” Phil agreed. He remembered Wilbur, and a shudder ran through his damaged wings.

“It’s not your fault though, Ranboo,” he added after a moment. “You came to help us, and...Eret made the choice to save both of us back there. She died but...she’ll come back. She knew what she was doing.”

Before Ranboo could answer the door opened, and both turned to see Techno standing in it, cradling a large dog in his arms as if it were a puppy.

“I uh...thought maybe you might like to pet her?” he said, and gently set the dog down near Ranboo’s side. The ender boy looked down at her and smiled a tiny smile, before gently reaching down to pet the dog’s fluffy sides.

“What’s her name?” he asked quietly.

“Uh. Dog,” Techno said.

“You named her...Dog?”

“I have fifty of them Ranboo, do I look like I can remember that many names?” at that Ranboo laughed, albeit shakily, and wiped his eyes with the edge of his torn sleeve. Dog wagged her tail, and licked his hand when he tried to pet her again.

Not long after the two were curled up on the floor near the fireplace, a soft blanket wrapped around Ranboo’s shoulders. The ender boy was fast asleep, his head resting against Dog’s side - luckily, the fluffy beast was all too happy to serve as a pillow for him. The hybrid’s curly hair flopped in front of his eyes, and when he murmured in his sleep Dog gently nuzzled his cheek with her nose until he stopped.

“We have to make sure the welcoming party doesn’t wake him up,” Philza whispered to Techno, who nodded.

“They should be here soon; I’ll wait outside for them.”

“If you want to.” Phil sipped at his tea, glancing over as the piglin went to the door, donned his cloak, and stepped out into the snow. That answered that, he supposed.

It wasn’t too long before the door opened again. Philza stood, and found a triumphant Eret held up by none other than Tommy and Tubbo, their crown dented and burned but still sitting proudly on his head.

“He’s resting,” Philza said, keeping his voice quiet. “We have extra chairs; you can wait inside for him to wake up.” Eret’s gaze softened when he saw Ranboo, and she nodded.

“Of course.”

Puffy and Sam had come along as well; Quackity and Fundy had gone back to L’manburg and the others presumably to their homes, though even with the smaller crowd it was still a lot to fit inside Techno’s living room. Philza took a seat near the fireplace, while Tubbo and Tommy sat on the floor near the chair Eret had claimed. Puffy and Sam each took a seat around the table, and Techno claimed the chair in the corner so he could easily see everybody.

It wasn’t long before they dozed off, all but Techno and Phil. They didn’t speak, not wanting to wake the others, and instead looked out at the snowy world beyond the windows. Either the storm hadn’t come, or they’d spent more time in the End than it had seemed.

Either way, they were safe now.

And that was enough for him.

#dsmp au #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfic #possessed!ranboo #ranboo #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #tubbo #the eret #myct

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curvynerdfan · 4 years ago

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Remedies and Recipes

Hey y’all! A friend of mine gave me the idea of Geralt rescueing the reader on a hunt and I kind of went wild with it(almost 2400 words). I hope y’all like it!

Requests are open!

I’m sorry if there are any mistakes, I read over it myself a couple of times and then post

Warnings: curse words?, burns

Geralt x Reader

Geralt of Rivia was renown for his skills at hunting down the most dangerous beasts known to man but even he was wary of the creature he was sent after this time. A dracolizard was from the same origin as dragons, yet more dangerous since there are many more in existence. This draconid can run and fly at astonishing speeds and is the only creature of dragon descent that still breathes fire. Even worse, a dracolizard had a venom-spiked tail. To be frank, Geralt wouldn’t be trekking through the wilderness to kill the beat if it wasn’t for Y/N.

Y/N was beloved by the town of Biala and one of the few people the Witcher held near and dear. She was known for being one with nature. Y/N had what could be considered a green thumb and a free spirit. Many townsfolk would rush to her when a loved one was sick or injured. Y/N cared deeply for the creatures that lived near her cottage and consistently fed and cared for the critters. When Geralt would visit, he’d hunt in the woods nearby but was always aware of her “sanctuary safe line” and made sure not to hunt an animal she may have a connection with. In thanks for all the times she has healed him and provided companionship, Geralt liked to hunt for her and stock her pantry with meat for the winter. Wolves protected her land from trespassers but would also cuddle her in the firelight. She loved to traipse through the woods and collect herbs and plants to use for remedies and recipes. Geralt can only assume that is how the dracolizard captured her.

Geralt tried to push worries out of his mind but all he could scent was burnt flesh and trees. He wasn’t sure how many people the beast had killed and devoured and it took everything in him to keep his head on straight. Usually that wasn’t hard for him to focus on a hunt. Y/N was special to him and now that he was being honest with himself - he’d break if something had happened to her.

Now that he was getting closer to killing the creature, he paused to down an elixir and coat his sword in draconid oil so the blade could slice through the dracolizard’s tough scales. He decided it would be best to leave Roach with his belongings tied to her and let her roam. After he killed the monster he could always whistle and she would find him. He was only six or seven miles from Y/N’s cottage and hoped that he wouldn’t have to search much further. Dracolizards were semi-intelligent, not as smart as a full-fledged dragon, but still very adept. Hopefully, the monster realized that Y/N was more valuable alive but wasn’t smart enough to realize you were important to the man hunting it.

Just as he readied himself and let Roach loose, he heard a vicious screech that made him flinch. Oh, he was definitely close. The elixir was beginning to kick in, as well. His reflexes were enhanced and he could now hear the beasts scales scraping against the charred trees to his left. He steadied the blade in his hand and grasped his shield.

The lizard-like monstrosity noticed the amber-eyed Witcher and raised it’s broad wings in offense. A growl escaped from it’s massive nuzzle filled with razor sharp teeth. The dracolizard’s body was pure muscle. Geralt broadened his stance as the monster began to stalk him. The two rotated in a circle, Geralt keeping a close eye on the creature’s spiky venom-filled tail. The last thing he wanted was to be struck by that.

Suddenly the dracolizard lunged at him letting at another gnarly screech and gnashed it’s teeth at his face. The Witcher blocked with his shield and swiped his sword at it’s chest, managing to rip through some of it’s flesh before rolling out of the way. Geralt quickly hopped back onto his feet and brought his foot down onto the beast’s massive tail. He hoped that this would deter the creature from using the powerful weapon against him. In retaliation, the monster unhinged it’s jaw and released a blast of unrelenting fire in the Witcher’s direction. Geralt barely managed to protect himself with his shield and realized too late that part of his shin was in the line of fire.

Geralt smelt the burning flesh and felt the searing pain and grit his teeth in annoyance.The monster then attempted to fly off but Geralt did not plan on letting it live to attack another dat and dropped his sword and shield in favor of grasping the draconid’s tail. Once he had a decent grasp around the wound he made earlier, he dug his heels in and pulled back. He continued to step backwards,planting his feet and pulling until the beast lost momentum and pain caused it to fall back to the ground and land stomach up.

Geralt quickly lunged for his sword and rolled away from another fiery blast. He ducked behind one of the few remaining trees and waited for the fire to stop. Geralt took a deep breath and launched himself out of his hiding spot, sword raised ready to strike. The dracolizard leapt forward and snapped its jaws. As Geralt ducked, he jabbed the sword upward and into the monster’s neck. Thankfully he hit the beast right in the middle of its throat and as it fell from its charge at him, it fell onto the sword. Unfortunately for Geralt this meant the gigantic draconid was on top of him.

The Witcher huffed in annoyance, “Fuck.”

He began to push the dracolizard off of his body with a groan. Geralt managed to get onto his knees and worked on catching his breath. Once he had a semi steady breath again, he heaved the monstrosity onto his shoulder and stood, shifting the beasts neck off of him. Free from the extra weight, Geralt shook his head and tried to clear his mind.

Once he had his bearings, the Witcher scanned the surrounding area for any other beasts or adversaries in his vicinity. The silence and lack of movement brought relief and worry for the mutant. On one hand it was nice to know that nothing else was going to attack him today but on the other hand, he still doesn’t know where his Y/N is. No, not HIS Y/N, just Y/N.

“Y/N! Y/N are you out here?” Geralt paused to listen before repeating.

He stomped through the forest searching for any signs of life. He kept searching and was becoming frantic looking for her when he heard a small whimper.

“Y/N”, he gasped.

Geralt lumbered towards the boulder he heard the noise come from.

The Witcher couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of her, “Oh, Y/NN.”

Her skin was a sickly pale, several shades lighter than her normal glow. There was a nasty bruise across her face and her nose had dried blood from when she must have hit her head. There was a large, grotesque burn spanning from the edge of her right shoulder and up her neck as well as several smaller burns and scalds on her body. Geralt grunted in annoyance. He wished he had decided to visit a day sooner. Y/N whimpered again and her face scrunched up in pain.

“Shhh, Y/N. It’s all gonna be okay. I’m here now, nothing else will hurt you ever again.”, Geralt soothed softly. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?”

Geralt asked but didn’t expect a response and he didn’t get one. He bent down to pick her up trying to be wary of any obvious injuries. The Witcher slowly slid an arm under hers and then the other underneath her legs. Geralt let out a classic hmm, lifted her off the ground and away from the ground.

Y/N’s head lolled against his shoulder, “ mm, careful Gera---,” her words faded out but eventually she came to again to warn him, “there’s a , mmm there is a monster here” , she mumbled, “it’ll burn ya.”

Geralt couldn’t help but chuckle lowly and shake his head. Even gravely injured Y/N was worried about the Witcher’s safety. He whistled for Roach but kept his pace steady in the direction he last saw his mare. Roach trotted up to him and he gently asked her to stand as still as possible. Geralt lifted Y/N above his head and placed her on his mare. He then quickly mounted Roach and wrapped his arms around Y/N. He clicked his tongue and led Roach back to Y/N’s cottage.

As they approached the cottage, he noticed smoke bellowing from the wood-burning stove. Y/N had a knack for creating wonderful meals out of what the forest provided and he wouldn’t be surprised to see some type of stew or soup hanging above the fire.

He hopped off of Roach when he got close to the entry-way and quickly lifted Y/N off of Roach. He carried her cradled in his arms and nudged the door open with his foot. He walked through the threshold and straight towards her large bed. Geralt gently layed her down and began to rummage through her herb and medicinal plant collection.

“Need a new salve”, Y/N managed to groan out, “ used the last of it on other victims.”

Geralt hummed in acknowledgement, “Of course you helped everyone possible”

He began to collect the different ingredients he needed. He sliced multiple pieces of aloe vera from one of her many plants and then added calendula, lavender and comfrey. He ground the ingredients together with a mortar and pestle. Once he was sure the mixture was properly prepared, he paced back to her gently propped her against the pillows.

He peeled her dress away from her wounds and flinched when Y/N groaned in pain. Geralt wanted to get her out of the dirty dress and into something more comfortable but didn’t want to do so when she wasn’t coherent. There were also more pressing matters at hand. Once the dress was off of the burns and out of his way, he began to cover the burns with the salve. By the time Geralt got to the neck and shoulder burn, he could tell that Y/N had begun to relax. He gently dabbed the concoction onto the massive burn and reminded himself to ask her tomorrow for scar remedies. Y/N sighed and seemed to be drifting off to sleep.

“Not yet, love. Let me get you some water first then you can sleep all you want.”, Geralt promised.

“Mmmm, love? Finally admitting that you have feelings for me handsome?” Y/N asked gently with an edge of humor in her voice.

“Yeah, I guess I am”, Geralt said and quickly ducked out of the house, heading for the well.

Geralt led Roach to the well and filled up the trough with water for her. He decided to take off her saddle and anything else connected to her, happy to let her roam in the safety of Y/N’s sanctuary. He mumbled at Roach about his slip of the tongue and she neighed back.

Geralt shook his head in amusement “I know, I know.”

The Witcher then pulled more water from the well and filled a pitcher and a bucket to bring into the house. He gently shut the door behind them and placed the bucket on her vanity. Walking closer, he poured some of the water from the pitcher into a cup for her. He then cradled the back of her neck with his other hand and helped lift her so she could sip from the cup.

She hummed when the cold water hit the back of her throat and cooled the inner heat from being surrounded by the burning trees. Geralt then moved across the room to pick up a rag and dip it into the bucket of water. He then used the rag to wipe the dirt and soot off of her face before dipping it again and cleaning her arms and legs, careful to avoid the burns where he had just placed salve.

Y/N was beginning to softly snore and had snuggled down into her pillow. Now that he knew she was safe he decided to clean himself up and apply salve to the burn he received while slaying the dracolizard. He peeled off his leather armor and stripped off his shirt. He reaused the same rag from before. Geralt dipped it in the bucket of clean water and began to clean the dirt, soot and draconid blood from his body. Lastly, he cleaned his lower half, stripping completely to cange into a pair of the loose pants Y/N kept here for his visits and long stays. Completely clean, Geralt pulled a chair towards the bed so he could sit and watch over his self-proclaimed “love”.

Y/N’s eyes open at the sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floors. She lets out a grumble and Geralts’s eyes shift quickly to scan and make sure she was okay.

“Join me… love” She whispers with a little chuckle.

“ I, uh…” he stumbles over his words.

“Geralt, get in the bed.” she demanded, “I am trying to tell you, I love you too…” she paused and started to fall back asleep before mumbling out “ so, get over here and cuddle me”.

Geralt huffs in disbelief for crawling into the bed with Y/N. He gently slides towards the middle of the bed and lets her move and contort herself until she is comfortably resting with her head on his chest and right hand resting gently on his torso. The Witcher hums in content as the lovely beholder of remedies and recipes rests against him. He tenderly kisses the top of her head and lets himself loll to sleep as well.

💕I hope y’all enjoyed it 💕

Taglist: @justahopelessssromantic

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #the witcher imagine #witcher x reader #geralt imagine #my work #witcher geralt #healer #geralt fluff #geralt angst #geralt and roach #request #witcher #witcher fic #dracolizard

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shiro-marshmello · 3 years ago

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SS Fanfiction Zelink One-shot

"So, what do you think?" I asked as I turned to Link with a questioning smile. "You can head back to Skyloft if you'd like."

The Hero of Sky shook his head. "It's alright Zelda. I want to be with you."

The breeze tousled his hair as the sun shined down on him. The yellow ring around his head almost seemed like a halo surrounding his head, making him seem divine. His determined eyes kept their firm gaze on me. Passion burned as fire in his cerulean orbs. I smiled softly, knowing that nothing can be changed once he made up his mind.

"Alright then. I won't force you."

I whistled for my Loftwing as she flew close and landed gracefully on the Goddess statue. "Here, please take this to my father." I said as I gently petted her feathers while putting a small letter in her beak. The bird seemed to understand that this may be a last farewell as she stared at me with sad eyes. Drops of tears begin to form as she tried her best to avoid my searching gaze. I sighed.

"I know, my friend. You've been there for me ever since I was a small child. I understand how attached you are. But you're meant to be a free bird soaring above Skyloft. You're no longer objected to serve me. You're free. Go and enjoy your liberty. After all, it's why I named you Libby."

I urged as I rested my head against her head while gently rubbed her beak. She closed her eyes and made a noise that's similar to a sigh. That was her favorite spot to be petted. After a short while, I pulled back. I stepped back and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Libby. Be a good girl and go."

If birds can show even a small bit of emotion, I swear to Hylia's name that I would've seen a broken heart behind those amber eyes of hers. Libby turned around, she glanced at me for one last time before bursting off with a flap of her wing. I watched her body slowly disappeared into the clouds until the sun blinded my eyes, preventing me to see further. I looked down in defeat. And then I felt a strong, gloved hand pulled me close. I raised my head, feeling grief stricken until I was met with a pair of concerned and gentle eyes.

"Everything alright Zelda?" Link asked as he pulled me down to sit beside him. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. "Well, let's just say it's just hard to part with old friends, you know?" I gave him a wry smile. Link nodded in agreement. "Especially it's someone you've grown up with in all your life. Which is why..... I came all the way from Skyloft to look for you. You're..... You're very special to me." He rubbed the nape of his neck and looked away with a blush.

I reddened at his comment. I'm special to him? Could this mean....... He also have feelings for me, just like I am with him?

"Link...." I began, "There's just something I.... Must tell you. I had been hiding it from you for a long time. Well, wanted to tell you ever since the day you've been knighted in all honesty..... "

I fidgeted with my finger nervously, as I ran out of things to say. He kept quiet. His gaze on me, as if he's trying to encourage me to go on. I breathed. Now's the chance. If I don't tell him now, then when will I?

"I like you Link. Ever since we were children. Ever since we first went to the academy together..... Yeah. You heard that right. I like you. More than a friend."

I paused to take a breath. The lack of oxygen made me realize that I had been holding my breath. My hands that were resting on my lap were balled up in a fist as the knuckles were white. They also felt damp and clammy. Oh dear Hylia, was I nervous.

Not long after, I heard a lighthearted laugh. "Oh Zelda, I feel the same about you!"

I raised my head sharply and flushed red at what he just said. "E-eh!?" I stuttered.

"I said," he repeated with an amused smile. "I feel the same about you."

Suddenly my lap seemed interesting as I kept my eyes on my hands. Which were still white from feeling embarrassed. Thankfully, Link didn't appeared to have noticed. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he rested his chin against my shoulder.

"I thought you'd never confess." He hummed as he sighed contently while nuzzling close into my neck. I blushed crimson at that. I was speechless. Well, more like trying to process what was been said before I realized that he really meant it.

"I-I didn't know you shared the same feeling.... Or-or I would've told you before!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest and pouted. Link only chuckled. "You know, you smell nice." He whispered in my ear.

For a minute, I thought my heart was going to explode. This was too much! To cover up my embarrassment, I decided to change the topic.

"S-so, do you want to set out and explore Faron Wood together?" I asked Link while keeping my eyes on my lap. I didn't want to turn around for him to see that splash of pink across my cheek. To my relief, he agreed. Link stood up, pulled me up with him. I looked down from the Goddess statue. It was quite a long way down before we actually reach the floor, and there was no exit behind us anywhere. I gave Link a confused glance. "So, how are we supposed to get down?"

To my bewilderment, Link grabbed me, threw me on his back and jumped off the ledge. I screamed in terror, knowing that this was not Skyloft where we can call out to our Loftwings to catch us. In a minute, I regretted sending my Loftwing back to Skyloft.

"LINK! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" I cried out while wrapped my arms around his neck in pure frantic. I shut my eyes tightly, ready to embrace the impact of hitting the floor until I feel the speed of us dropping being slowed down. I opened my eyes a little to see that we had landed safely on the ground with Link grinning at me before he folded and put away the sailcloth I made for him. Oh, that's right. I forgot that I've made him a sailcloth.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!-" I was about to get mad until Link wrapped an arm around me. "Payback!" He beamed before letting me go.

"Oh no you don't!" I laughed and chased after him as we ventured deep in the green forest leading to Faron Wood.

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Author's Note

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading! I know this is kind of a random chapter but as you can probably tell from the beginning that this is at the end of Skyward Sword (Just in case you felt like the beginning felt kind of random. Like I said in this post, I'm still a beginner writer so be easy on me TwT). But please let me know if you want to see more contents like this. Thank you again for reading and have a wonderful day!

#Skyward Sword #SS #ss Zelink #legend of zelda #nintendo #link #Zelda #gaming #ss fanfiction

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renzu-valra · 3 years ago

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Mindless/Soulless ; Obsessive/Possessive (#12)

Characters: Nozaki/Nobushige ♦ Region: Ishgard ♦ Time: Present Hosted by: @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast Warnings: mind-break, blood, mild mention of body horror; non-canon compliant

I had a purpose. A reason for being here—now; drenched in sweat and cold frost. There had been a reason why I ran through the bitter storm and dark unfamiliar streets. Something I had been searching for. Something important.

But the moment I turned my gaze upwards into that second story window, my purpose had filtered away like treated water. My legs lost their balance and my knees hit the ground hard. All that rage and anger which led me here in the first place had been cleansed from my mind, and all that remained was a blank space. A vast, white void where my thoughts used to spiral out of control. I couldn’t think anymore—nor ration these turn of events. For in the closed window of what seemed to be a manse, I saw my entire life flash before my eyes.

And I could not bear it.

I saw my brother.

For years, I had thought about what I would do if I found him again; what it would be like. What I would do and say…how I’d run to greet him and with that one embrace, all the sins I had committed until that point would be expunged from my back. But now that it was finally happening, I couldn’t do anything at all but stare.

He was running a comb through his wetted hair…slowly and with care. Just as I would do for him when we were young. With him seated atop my lap as I wove a damaged comb through his hair gently so as to not tug on any knots. His hair had grown much longer since then. And the comb he used now was of far better quality. Every time he brushed his straight hair down, I felt more of my consciousness slip away.

My ambitions and fears, returning to dust. And then, his neatly tucked night-robe slackened over his collarbone as he set his comb down onto the vanity afore him and made to tie his hair up in a loose ponytail. The white of his silk gown nearly matched the tone of his skin—his smooth, unblemished skin. He appeared as if an angel. A winged goddess of the sky. Even when he rose to stand, his full frame now in view, I felt unworthy. I was but an ant, and he, the radiant sun.

Don’t go. Don’t go.

As he walked away from the window and my image of him began to wane, I pleaded silently for him to stay. My legs knew they could yet run—run to him and force a reunion—but it was as if my brain had willingly severed the connection binding my limbs to my will. I was kept hanging on a thread as he vanished from my sight. Hanging, and so desperately wanting. Wanting, for the noose to tighten.

Like a shotgun pushed against my head, the trigger seconds from being squeezed, he appeared before my eyes once again. A book held affectionately in his slender hands. Forgo the cold and my sub-temperature body. I was at peace. And soon, I would meet my end. As he reclaimed his seat by the window, his thumb making to turn the cover over…as his fingers trailed atop the paper inside…I heard it. The sound of a trigger popping. Bang.

His thin white gown clung tautly against his curved figure, soaking up the remnants of water post bath. The tails of his robe decorated with ornate lace befitting a queen. Nothing like the rags we had worn as children. Everything like what I envisioned him wearing whenever I laid eyes on him after a day riddled with strife and woe. He was beautiful, and I could stare forever at the way his untucked bangs curled and slid against his scaled cheeks. With each flip of the page, I found something new—something old—about him to admire. I had once protested against him wearing his hair up until I realized I could better see his smile. I had wanted him to stay wholly dependent a while longer, until I saw that the first thing he walked towards was me. I had urged against teaching him vocabulary, until I heard him call for me with his fragile, sincere voice. I had fought and fought and fought against his freedom—his separation from me—until this moment. When I was faced with how absolutely transcendent he had become.

Was I finally freed? Forgiven for all my grievances? Was it all worth it?

Bang.

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Of course I had known. For all my life…you have been a part of it. Though we have both went our own ways and been changed during the journey, I would never have been able to forget you. My dear, older brother.

I let you watch whilst I feigned innocent ignorance to your presence. I needn’t sight to know you were there—gazing through mine window entranced. For a moment longer, I thought. For this small moment more, let us enjoy a tranquil reprieve. Let us forget the truths of our damaged worlds and become sheltered in a temporary lie. For his sake. My brother’s—the one who gave up everything and more for me.

I would smile, as my fingers traced the braille of the page I dedicated to memory knowing that this too was a lie. I was not able to read with my eyes anymore, unlike when I was a child still in his care. My lips curving upwards in a sweet fashion only because I knew he was enjoying this time. That surely, he felt at peace in watching another one of my many acts for him. I wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. For him to know that he was safe…and that he would always feel this soothing bliss whenever he returned home to me.

However, this time…I was resolved to put an end to this fabricated fairy-tale. And I hoped that when I did…he would still be mine.

A voice rang out from below. One of the attendants serving at this manse. A woman’s voice, calling out into the front gardens. Demanding that the man laying half-prostrate with his head turned up leave at once. Nothing unreasonable, given the late hour…however…I lowered my head and closed my eyes in knowing farewell. It was time. Time to end this charade. To say goodbye to who I once was, once and for all. And to wish all the best to the me yet to come.

The once certain voice that resonated from the room underneath mine cried out again. This time in horror and desperation. Her screams broken and airy—begging for anyone to help her…until her voice called out no more. A pity, yes…but there would be no one person put to blame for her unfortunate suffering. She had simply been at the wrong place at the most inopportune of times. Mourning her would come later. For now, I had to prepare.

So that when he pushed through my door, he would be made to understand.

His footsteps were already roaring through the long corridors of this stone manor—climbing the stairs in rapid pace as if even gravity couldn’t halt his ascent. Mindlessly, he would barge through each door along the way, having forgotten which room he spied on from below…but fortunately enough, they were kept unoccupied.

When at last he reached the wooden door which served as meager barricade between him and I…

I…

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Failure. Failure. Failure. I failed him. I failed him. I’m a failure.

He was—he was; he was…

That fractured bliss which had been shot through my skull only mere moments prior had ricocheted in my brain and sent bits of metallic shells shooting through my synapses. Each one becoming a word—a phrase. A torrent of impossible guilt.

It’s not—it’s not. It can’t be. It’s not possible. It can’t be.

Hurt. Wounded. Sliced—wounded. His arm, his arm, his arm.

All that blind fury had instantly subsided; all my control surrendered.

His skin—white, white, pure white. Purple? Black? A purple-black—torn apart and nearly skinless.

An animal? Monster. Beast. Man. Claw marks. Who to blame? What hurt; hurt; had hurt my brother?

Me. I did. It was all me. I did this. I. Did. This. I did. I didn’t stop them. Couldn’t stop them. Hadn’t stopped them. My brother—my little brother—had the skin of his left arm from his wrist to his elbow peeled off and and and—his chest was marked by a horrible scar. I was a failure, I was, and I couldn’t deny it anymore. I failed, I failed, I failed—

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I…

I slowly pulled my robe back over my arms and tied it around my waist. Covering myself in beautiful white silks once more before I stepped towards my ailing brother.

I…realized that I too needed this. I needed to witness my brother’s collapse to know that…I had done the right thing.

Wrapping my arms around his shaking self, I was soon brought to my knees as his weight crumbled down atop of me.

“There, there…”

I lovingly caressed him as he squeezed me so tightly he might as well have broken my spine. But surely he came to that same realization too, as his grip waned into more incessant trembling. My fingers stroked through his short, unkempt hair as I held him against myself. His warm hands soaked with the fresh blood of the woman lying dead in the foyer. Staining my white gown in his black-red.

“Big brother…I’m here. You’re home...”

Our horns pressed up against each other, nuzzling in a reminiscent manner. This scene, although set in the present…was no different than it had been in our past. My dear brother…returning home to me after a traumatic affair which struck his very core. Falling onto me in the absence of his mind. Crying pathetically as he clung to me in desperate need of my pure, untarnished love. Whilst the latter was no longer true…what mattered was that he still saw me as such. I was not broken, so long as I viewed myself through his eyes. I was still his god.

And while I yet drew breath, I would never let him go.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxiv rp #nobushige #nozaki #the scene in canon went quite differently however this conveys their unhealthy relationship better imo

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chelsfic · 4 years ago

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Devotions - WWDITS Fanfic - Nandor x Guillermo

Sequel to: Maybe One Day, My Love

WWDITS Masterlist

A/N: Quick note to let you guys know that I have been writing up a storm, but I’ve posted many fics exclusively to AO3. It is just so much work to format every story for Tumblr. AO3 is such a superior place to read and write. So, check that out to see what you’ve missed. Thanks to @sinaesthete for beta reading this fic for me!

Summary: Following a death in the family, Guillermo goes to the park for his weekly "visit" with his ex-master. After two decades of distance and one-sided conversation, Nandor finally steps out of the shadows.

Warnings: Smut, Religious References, Parent Death

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“You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.” -Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

It’s nightfall once again.

Guillermo de la Cruz clutches a prayer card in his fist as he strides down the familiar path for the appointment he never misses. Not even tonight.

Puddles dot the paved lane; he carefully avoids them, not wishing to ruin his patent leather shoes. He’s still dressed in the clothes he wore to the funeral: a dark suit and tie that make him look somehow older and younger at the same time. Like a little boy dressed up in his father’s clothes. His rigid soles scuff against the cement. The scraping sound grounds him in time and place, pulling him back from the vision of the gleaming white casket heaped with flowers.

It’s early spring. The night is still chilly, but the park has begun to transform with the new season. Green shoots of grass peek out between moldy fallen leaves. Crocuses emerge in the flower beds that line the walk. The branches hanging overhead are heavy with verdant leaves whispering in the light breeze. Guillermo breathes in the damp, mildewy scent of new growth. Idly, he wonders if the funeral arrangements have started to wilt.

He rounds the well-known turn in the path, finally arriving at his forgotten little alcove with its dilapidated bench. The wooden slats of the seat give way to his weight as he sits; the wood is soft and worn. He recalls the hard, polished church pews and decides that this is a much more suitable place for worship. The laminated prayer card bites into the tender flesh of his palm and he releases it, taking his hands from his pockets and letting them rest on the well-loved bench.

Night sounds fill his ears: crickets murmuring in the grass, distant traffic rushing on the highway, gentle wind blowing through the trees. No matter how carefully he listens, holding his breath and keeping perfectly still, Guillermo will never hear his master’s approach until Nandor wishes it. Instead he begins his vigil, communing with the night, with this place, the setting for his devotions.

“Let us pray...

I am the resurrection and the life, says the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever live and believe in me shall never die.”

The priest’s words float back to him as if conjured by the night wind. Guillermo’s thoughts fix upon his lord. The one he’s worshiped since he was nineteen-years-old. He calls up Nandor’s image with ease, despite the years that have passed since actually seeing the vampire. Dark eyes ringed in fire, bottomless pits into which Guillermo has been falling for the last thirty-seven years. A body as cold and lethal as a winter’s night. Fangs that reap bloody sacrifices from his victims. Guillermo closes his eyes and Nandor is there before him--skin warm in the candlelight, lips relaxed in a rare smile, holding out his hand and beckoning Guillermo to come forward. In his vision, Nandor places his palm on the crest of Guillermo’s head in a blessing.

“Blessed are those who mourn,

For they will be comforted.”

The snap of a twig announces him. Guillermo eyes snap open; he stares straight ahead into the trees on the other side of the nook. He senses Nandor in the darkness behind him, a guardian or a devil. Both. But he doesn’t turn to look, though every fiber of his being is attuned to his master’s cold presence; though he longs to lunge at him and hold him and never let him leave this place. That is not their arrangement.

Just this once, though, he wishes it could be different.

Guillermo tries to speak; tries to perform their ritual as usual. But the words stick in his throat, congealing into a heavy lump that suffocates him. A shaky breath passes through his parted lips and becomes a sob. Suddenly there are tears spilling down his cheeks. He reaches into his pocket, removes the prayer card with Silvia de la Cruz’s beautiful portrait on it, and sets it on the seat beside him.

“She… died,” he explains in a shattered whisper, scrubbing furiously at his eyes with his fists. “Mi mam á . She’s gone, Nandor.”

For an instant the rest of the words stick in his throat: Guillermo’s not supposed to address him directly. That’s not part of their ritual. Now Nandor will leave; now he’ll never come back. But the grief soon scours away the fear of breaking their rules and Guillermo collapses down to his elbows, hanging his head and sobbing out his heartache and pain.

“It happened so s-suddenly, Nandor. I didn’t get to say good-bye or tell her I’m sorry.”

Guillermo crosses his arms over his chest, hugging and rocking himself in a pitiful attempt to self-soothe. His sinuses are blocked; his face is flushed; his mouth tastes like bile and communion wafers and his t í a’s buñuelos. He’s desperate to get a hold himself, to salvage this evening somehow, but every time he nearly has the crying controlled his mind supplies him with a new torture. The stricken look on his amá’s face when he left home to work for Nandor. The smell of eggs and fresh tortillas in the morning. The sound of her clambering in the kitchen, cursing under breath. Her smile. Her hugs. The way she took him in, without questions, when he came back home covered in blood and hysterical after a decade of being a bad son.

Guillermo is so lost in memories, he almost misses the soft, hesitant touch on his shoulder. A hand--solid, strong, cold--closes around his shoulder and squeezes gently. Their first touch in twenty-six years. Guillermo’s breath stutters from his lungs. He freezes, terrified of breaking the fragile sanctity of this moment. He wavers on the threshold of action. Before he can summon the courage to cross it himself , Nandor does so for him. The vampire’s hands are suddenly clutching, pawing at his shoulders and chest; clawed fingers dig into the expensive fabric of his suit jacket and haul him over the bench. He’s dragged through the spider-riddled bush and then all at once he’s in his master’s embrace. As if it hasn’t been decades since the last and first time they held each other. As if a whole lifetime of experience--sadness, joy, yearning, hope--hasn’t slipped through Guillermo’s mortal fingers.

Nandor wraps Guillermo up in his cape, the rich fabric and gold embroidery are clean and well-maintained. Guillermo finds himself wondering if Nandor has himself a new familiar, quickly deciding he doesn’t want to know. He buries his face in Nandor’s strong, broad chest and breathes him in. He smells like rose water, argan oil, and Tide To-Go Pens. He smells like warm candle wax and brassy, spilled blood. He smells like dust and animal pelts and frozen decay. He smells like home.

“And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long.”

Guillermo never really left him, did he? Two decades spent building a human life, and with one simple embrace he is back on Staten Island, a nineteen-year-old boy knocking on a pagan god’s front door and offering himself in sacrifice.

“Nandor,” he cries. It’s a plea, a demand, a tribute, a prayer. Once the name falls from his lips he can’t stop. “Nandor. Nandor. Nandor. Nandor. Nandor. Nan--”

The vampire shushes him, bringing his hand up to cradle Guillermo’s head against his chest. That voice, rich and deep, rumbles through the fabric of the leather vest and into Guillermo’s tear-streaked cheek. “I am sorry, my Guillermo. Your mama… she was a good lady. She took care of you, kept you safe and happy after…” he trails off, clearing his throat uncomfortably. His arms tighten around Guillermo. “I am so very sorry.”

Guillermo clings to him, hands fisting in the cape, tugging at the material until Nandor is forced to stoop down. Guillermo closes his eyes, terrified of opening them to find that this is all a dream. Some kind of religious vision that will dissipate in a cloud of smoke if he breaks the spell. Nandor’s face is so close, he can feel the vampire’s cool breath on his cheeks. Guillermo presses forward, nuzzling his face into the whiskers of Nandor’s beard, gasping at the soft caress of long hair against his face.

“Is this real?” Guillermo whispers; his words are fragile, like moth’s wings fluttering through the air between them. “Master, is it really you?”

“Who else would it be, Guillermo?” Nandor chides in the same old amused tone that Guillermo has preserved in his heart like dried flower petals between the pages of the family bible. “Who else but me? It’s always me, Guillermo.”

Thumbs wipe away the salty, stinging tears from Guillermo’s cheeks and the human huffs out a sound that’s a laugh, a sob and a cry of joy all at once.

“It’s always you, master,” he agrees and seconds later he feels the cool, miraculous brush of Nandor’s lips on his.

“Almighty God, cleanse my heart and my lips that I may worthily proclaim your Gospel.”

Guillermo’s eyes fly open. Dark hair and pale, luminous skin fill his vision. Arms--powerful, undeniable--wrap around his soft little human form. He melts into Nandor, all the strength in his limbs bleeding away until the vampire’s strong grip is the only thing keeping him from falling to his knees. He’s resplendent, overjoyed to give himself up to the predatory angel before him.

The grief--a hollow, aching hole in his chest--is still there. But with it is a new sensation, at once well-known and utterly novel: ecstasy, fulfillment, completion. To be united with Nandor finally, after decades of pining, feels unreal and yet meant to be. It’s everything he’s dreamed of and denied dreaming of for so long.

Nandor’s lips slide against his own, cool to the touch yet soft and welcoming. Nothing like the hard and forbidding marble he’d always imagined. Nandor’s mouth is pliant and giving; it’s not unlike kissing a mortal man… as if Nandor isn’t the untouchable celestial being of his dark dreams, but flesh and--yes--blood. Guillermo flicks out his tongue and traces his master’s full, pouting lower lip. Nandor opens his mouth at once, granting him the entry he seeks. How can this be happening? After a lifetime of longing and supplication?

“Guillermo,” Nandor says his name like a plea, his lips brushing, the syllables melting into their kiss. “My Guillermo. You’re mine, still, aren’t you? Will you be mine?”

Guillermo mouth molds to his master’s. Nandor’s beard drags against the soft skin of his chin and cheeks. He pulls himself away long enough to answer. “Yes, Nandor. I’m still yours. If you’ll still be mine. Oh, God , please tell me you’re mine, Nandor!”

God. For the first time in eight centuries, Nandor feels no pain at the holy word. Instead it dribbles from Guillermo’s lips, melting into their kiss and tasting like sweet honey. Yes, he thinks, finally allowing his hands to roam down his human supplicant’s body. Yes, I am your god, little mortal. And you are mine.

The words spark in the night air, a spell that will keep them safe so long as they don’t stop touching. “I’m yours, Guillermo. Forever.”

They tumble to the earth, a tangle of grasping limbs, rolling hips and desperate, longing kisses. Nandor breaks their fall, landing in the dewy grass with a soft grunt and clutching Guillermo to his chest with reverent care. Guillermo is alight with sensation. Prayers fall from his lips, holy words that once would have sent his master hissing and flinching, but which now seem to feed him.

“Nandor, my god!” He pulses his pelvis with every repetition of the name. “God, I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Love . A word that should bring Nandor as much pain as the other and yet… Guillermo’s heartache, his abandon, his devotion have unlocked something inside of him. He lets himself free. His hands clench Guillermo’s backside and squeeze; he grinds their pelvises together in fervent desperation. Guillermo settles heavily on his chest, sinking his fingers into the vampire’s soft hair and raining kisses on his face.

“You will give yourself to me, won’t you?” Nandor whispers, an edge of uncertainty in his voice. “Finally?”

The weight of ecstasy and sorrow on Guillermo’s soul leaves no room for the exasperation that he should rightfully feel at those words. As if Guillermo has not given himself to Nandor every day for his entire adult life. As if he wouldn’t have gladly killed to be in this position decades before. But here, in this holy place, in the communion of their bodies and souls, Guillermo doesn’t scoff. He presses a gentle, wet, lingering kiss to Nandor’s lips before answering.

“You already have me, Master.”

“ Take this... and eat of it, for this is my Body, which will be given up for you.”

They lay Nandor’s cape out on the grass like a blanket. It’s almost completely dark in the shadowy undergrowth, but Guillermo still blushes as he shrugs off his suit coat and begins unbuttoning his shirt, aware of the vampire’s heightened senses. The darkness presses up against Guillermo’s eyeballs; he strains to see merely the faintest outline of Nandor’s powerful frame. His face is a dark blur except for his eyes. Nandor’s predator eyes drink in every bit of ambient light and reflect it back at Guillermo. They glow. Hallowed, fiery rings in the night.

Guillermo is no longer a virgin. He feels a small, pitiful pang at the knowledge that he can’t give Nandor that part of himself. He’s slept with a few men over the years. But he’s never truly offered himself to any of them like he’s doing now. Guillermo takes off his shirt, his undershirt. He toes off his shoes and socks and undoes his belt. It’s cold and the cape is starting to absorb the dew and chill from the solid earth beneath, but he doesn’t shiver as he removes his pants and underwear. He lays on his back, nude, flushed, panting and achingly hard. He doesn’t feel the icy wind that raises goosebumps on his arms and hardens the pink tips of his nipples to little nubs. He is a sacrifice; an offering; a tribute. The cold can’t touch him now. Not with the fire of his lord’s eyes keeping him warm.

Nandor’s hands paint ribbons of freezing flame on his skin. They brush lightly, teasingly across his belly, his chest, his thighs. The vampire drapes himself over Guillermo and the human realizes that he’s also undressed. They both gasp as their rigid, leaking erections bump against each other. Guillermo bucks his hips in uncontrolled desire and he feels Nandor sink his fingers into the ample flesh of his thighs to hold him still. A huff of breathy amusement falls from the vampire’s lips. He grabs Guillermo up in another passionate kiss, nipping and licking his lips. A keening, vulnerable moan bubbles up from the vampire’s throat. He clutches Guillermo’s tender body against his cold,, cadaverous frame. Tears--frigid and laced with blood-- fall down his cheeks and mingle with Guillermo’s.

“Guillermo!” Nandor gasps, pulling back. His hands trace patterns on the pulsing hot skin of Guillermo’s neck. The human waits and listens to his master’s labored breathing. A plea hangs in the air between them. “Will you give me this as well, Guillermo? Your blood?”

“With faith in your love and mercy I eat your Body and drink your Blood.”

For the first time, Guillermo wonders if Nandor comes here every week with the intention of offering worship just as he does.

“Take it, Nandor,” he commands. His voice is strong, unwavering, loud in the solitude of their secluded grove. He reaches up blindly and takes Nandor’s face between his hands, guiding him down to the cradle of his neck until the vampire’s cool lips press against his skin. “Drink.”

Nandor whispers something against Guillermo’s neck before biting down. The words are an unintelligible susurrous. He recognizes them as Al Quolanudarese. And though he’s incapable of parsing them, they feel like secret magic words. Words that finally pulverize the last brick in the wall between them. Guillermo knows their meaning in his bones, in his heart, in his soul.

Nandor’s fangs pierce and bruise. His bite is brutal and honest. This is Nandor; no hiding, no subterfuge. He is violence and blood and frozen kisses. He is also the tender stroking of fingers along Guillermo’s tear-stained cheeks and the broken sob he makes an instant before the blood begins to flow. Guillermo’s eyes flutter shut and he fists his hands in the cape beneath him. Take me, take me, take me , he begs.

Blood and body.

He buries his hands in Nandor’s hair, cupping the crown of his head as nonsense prayers fall from his lips. He invokes every sacred symbol he knows. Nandor’s mouth; his tongue; his hands; his cock. The bedroom under the stairs. The candlelit crypt. The parking lot at the immigration office. The blood-stained robe from Celeste’s orgy. The ancestry reports. Wooden stakes and crucifixes. The claw-foot bathtub. Nandor’s hair oils. His coffin. Bubble gum and mason jars and flashcards and feather dusters and boot polish and ice chips and a portrait made from glitter: two men, impossibly hopeful, naive and in love.

When Nandor finally retracts his fangs from Guillermo’s neck, he laps at the spilled blood, kissing the soft, torn skin with a grateful, remorseful, worshipful reverence.

“My Guillermo,” he cries over and over again, rocking his hips subconsciously and panting as their cocks slide against one another. When he draws up on his elbows Guillermo can see his blood marring those perfectly cruel lips and staining his full beard. His voice is thick with tears. “Your blood, Guillermo. It’s…”

Guillermo nods, wiping Nandor’s cheeks even as his own tears fall into his hairline. “I know, Nandor. You’re mine now. Always.”

The vampire bows his head, pressing his lips to Guillermo’s soft chest directly over his rapidly beating heart. “Your blood is rushing, Guillermo. So eager to give me your life.”

Guillermo sighs, running his hands down the length of Nandor’s sides, squeezing his soft flanks and raising his hips to grind against him.

“And what are you eager to give me, Nandor?”

Nandor brings his hand up to Guillermo’s neck and catches the blood that still flows there. He hovers over Guillermo, balancing on one elbow as he moves his other hand between them and slides his wet, bloody fingers into the cleft of Guillermo’s backside. Guillermo feels the slick of his lifeblood against his sensitive skin as Nandor’s fingers probe and press into his entrance. A shiver wracks his frame at the utter indecency, the absolute sacrilege.

“Fuck,” Guillermo hisses as the first finger breaches the tight ring of muscle and enters him. “God! Nandor, yes.”

Nandor whimpers in gratitude at his human’s praise. He speaks absently, in the grips of religious ecstasy, “Let me show you, Guillermo. Please, let me show you.”

Guillermo writhes and nods his head, arching his back as another finger joins the first. “Show me you love me, Nandor. Show me you fucking worship me.”

A strangled growl fills the little grove and Nandor picks up the pace of his thrusting fingers, subtly rocking his erection against the tender skin of Guillermo’s thigh as he goes. His breath mingles with Guillermo’s as he leans in and presses their lips together in a slow, aching kiss. He inserts a third finger, stretching Guillermo out and swallowing the man’s groan.

“Now, Nandor,” an echo of desperation and sorrow tinges his voice. Nandor scrambles to comply. He removes his fingers, kneeling between Guillermo’s spread legs and placing shaking hands on the insides of his generous thighs, steadying himself.

Nandor doesn’t speak, but the sound of his breathing might as well be a love letter. He’s panting, there’s a hitch in his breath, a tremor in his fingers. Guillermo feels the tip of him against his hole and he nearly sobs with relief and joy and loss and guilt and exasperation. Why now? After all these years? Why on the night of his mother’s funeral when he is ragged and raw? Why couldn’t they have had this when Guillermo was still young and so pitifully in love with Nandor that he was willing to tarnish his soul for the vampire’s convenience? He thinks these things with regret, with melancholy longing and wistfulness; but never with anger.

This is his Nandor and Guillermo will take him and cherish him until he is buried in the ground. Nandor presses forward, entering him inch by inch. Stars burst in Guillermo’s eyes and amidst the furious physical sensations, a feverish thought flits through his head. When Guillermo is dead he wants to be buried in this very spot, in the soil beneath their naked bodies, on the site of their long-delayed consummation. The idea should repulse him, or sadden him, but instead it just feels right. He pictures Nandor visiting his grave every Sunday for the rest of the time and cants his hips, taking the vampire deeper as the blood trickles from his neck and his cock smears precum onto his belly.

Their bodies move together in a rhythm that’s both familiar and wonderfully new. They cling, claw, grab and stroke. Nandor’s length fills Guillermo; the vampire’s fingers wrap around Guillermo’s rigid cock and pump him as he thrusts. The words that fall from their lips are a heady, nonsensical, sacred blend of Spanish, Al Quolanudarese and English. Love is only the beginning. This is yearning, devotion, allegiance, becoming, undoing, transforming. Nandor is god is Guillermo is Nandor. They are whole for the first time in their lives.

The climax takes them both at the same time. Guillermo sobs, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as Nandor roars above him. Nandor spills his plentiful vampiric seed inside of him as Guillermo’s cum shoots out in hot ropes that paint his and Nandor’s bellies. He lets his softening cock fall from Guillermo’s body as he collapses down, pillowing his head on Guillermo’s chest and gasping for air that he doesn’t need. Guillermo cards his fingers through his hair and weeps.

He’s crying for the boy he once was. The one who loved his amá and wanted to make her proud. The boy who fell in love with a demon. The boy who dreamed and hoped and prayed and was disappointed. He’s crying for Nandor, too, who has lived for centuries without ever allowing himself to acknowledge the soft animal of his own emotions. And he’s crying for his amá, whose heart he broke for a decade and who never, ever stopped believing in him even when he came home at the age of 30, jobless, soulless, and ruined.

Nandor nuzzles his cheek against Guillermo’s sparsely-haired chest, pressing kisses into his sweat-slick skin and tracing patterns over his stomach with long, elegant fingers.

“I can hear your heartbeat, Guillermo,” he whispers. “Did you know I could always hear your heartbeat? It’s not usual. I mean, yes, of course vampires have super hearing, but we learn to tune all that out, you know? But never with you, my Guillermo. I listened to every beat of your little heart for eleven years. I was so afraid one day it would stop…”

In the soft, sacred dark Guillermo can finally ask the question, “Then why didn’t you ever turn me? You could’ve had me forever, immortal. Why, Nandor?”

Nandor sits up and his eyes glow as he looks down at Guillermo, a frown in his voice, “I didn’t want it to stop, Guillermo. I didn’t want to be the one to...make it stop.”

Guillermo shuts his eyes and they are quiet for a long, long time. He holds Nandor in his arms. The chill of the night air finally affects him and he shivers once. Nandor grabs the edge of the cape and pulls it over Guillermo to shield him. They lay beside each other, touching, breathing, listening. Guillermo traces the outline of Nandor’s lips, letting his finger dip inside his mouth and feeling the sharp edge of his fangs. Nandor allows it. Of course he does. He could not deny Guillermo anything. Not in this place. Not anywhere else, either. The knowledge settles in his veins, flows through him like Guillermo’s blood.

“Guillermo,” Nandor begins, drawing out the last syllable like he used to. “It is not too late…”

It’s a statement and a question. Guillermo holds his breath, waiting for the vampire to elaborate, but Nandor remains silent. A moment later he feels Nandor’s cold skin pressed to his lips. There’s warmth there, too, borrowed from his body. He tastes blood as Nandor presses his wrist firmly to Guillermo’s mouth.

“It’s not too late,” he repeats.

“May this mingling of the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, bring eternal life to us who receive it.”

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Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 7.1

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well do I have an update for you now this chapter is PRETTY LONG so I apologize in advance, which is why this chapter has been broken up into 2 parts. Now I would like to thank some users who have helped me with the face cast decision in each of the family members and I think it’s safe to say for certain characters some of you will already get (hehehe). Now like I said this is a lot because it contains background info on our two main leads John and Serafina and now for the warnings.

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, child abuse (WHICH I THINK IS VILE which is why I’ve put a trigger warning in my taglist below so anyone with that blocked from their suggestions may not be able to read this chapter).

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Chapter 7

The truth of Serafina Black and John Deacon

*May 28th. Nighttime 3rd Person POV*

It was a full moon tonight; the spring wind softly blew against the trees outside and across the grand lake which rippled in the wind’s direction. Inside the manor however was a different story.

At around 1:30am, the walls began to tremble, almost as if it were crying. The moving pictures soon became fearful as they felt their portrait homes shaking with the walls. The wooden snake décor along the stairs was now hiding itself down on the ground trembling in fear. The lights soon came on one by one down a certain hallway and a long snake like tail slowly slithered down the hallway.

Freddie had come up from the basement, sensing and knowing just exactly what was behind the house acting like this, especially since this wasn’t the first time to happen. He slowly continued down the hallway and faint whispers from the pictures began to echo out.

“Back to bed. All of you. Stop gawking and back to bed. Come on now back to bed.” He told the pictures as he slithered past them till he saw Brian standing at the last door. When the Naga now stood beside the Elf lord, Brian opened the door and inside they saw the culprit behind the house’s anxiety.

Lying in her bed was Serafina, tossing and turning as her whole body was caked in sweat. Whimpering frightenedly like a lost puppy.

“This is the worst I’ve seen her.” Brian whispered softly.

“It’s another big milestone this year Brian. Those are always the hardest for her.” Freddie merely replied. “As always do not let John come into this room, and also keep our Knight away from this wing. They don’t need to see her like this.” Freddie soon slithered into the master bedroom of John and Serafina.

When the tip of his tail entered the room, Brian closed the door and stood guard of it.

Inside the dark bedroom, Freddie slowly slithered towards Serafina, all the while looking at the walls as they began to burn and boil up like sores.

He then stared at the young witch who was still tossing and turning, trapped in her own mind like a caged animal. His forked tongue tasting the air as he could literally taste the heat in the room as well as Serafina’s fear and anxiety rising higher than he ever saw before.

When he got right up to her bed, his hand slowly reached out for her and as he touched her wrist, he was suddenly hit with a vision. All around him he saw nothing but fire. A blazing hot fire surrounding a cozy little home.

He also heard various levels of screaming. Ranging from ages of either a full grown men, women, young adult men and even small children. They were filled with nothing but pain and sorrow.

Flashes of green lights also shot up at him and Freddie knew all to well just what that green light meant.

As Serafina kept whimpering and panting away, Freddie tried to call out to her trying to get her to snap out of her nightmare. Then with one final call, he managed to get Serafina to wake up and the both of them were now gasping for air. Freddie lying across Serafina’s legs exhausted from the vision he had seen while she looked up and saw Freddie lying before her.

“I—I s-saw it. I could…..feel their pain…….hear their screaming.” She choked out frightenedly. Freddie composed himself and stood beside her.

“It was only a dream.”

“No. It was a memory. Like your visions I—could see everything. Feel. Everything.”

“Visions like mine have dire consequences. Now you are indeed the most powerful witch I have ever known, your powers of the mind alone can convince anyone—”

“No Freddie it’s not my powers, I know what it is. Just like last year these memories continue to burn into my brain. And they’re getting worse!” she pleaded to the Naga. “I thought the Hydra test cured me of this.”

“It did. Instead of degrading yourself with your guilt every day you’ve only resorted to doing it once a year. And you know it wasn’t you’re……”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be the last of your family by murder! To know that you were forced to stay alive while your own family dies!”

“Actually, I do.” Freddie told her in a low, serious but velvet-like voice. The young witch looked at the Naga as he continued, “For the very same bloodline that took your family away from you, took mine as well. One man, slaughtered my entire race. And I was forced to live with that.”

Serafina’s eyes filled with tears as she lay back down, her back facing Freddie and her hand clenching her pillow.

“I should never have let John take me away from home.” She whimpered out as tears dripped down her face. There was a moment of silence in the room, except for the faint sobs that came out of Serafina’s lips. She soon felt coils beginning to wrap around her. She was taken out from her blanket and soon found herself wrapped up in Freddie’s coil.

Instead of squeezing her nearly to death like he’s done to millions of others in the past, he kept a comforting embrace around her as he now wrapped his arms around her. Holding her like a parent holds a crying child. Looking down at her, he could see that she had now mentally reverted to the frightened child she once was when she first had to deal with this.

“Being the last of your family is a lonely, dark path.” He gently cupped the side of her face while the tip of his tail tucked the strands of hair that stuck to her face out of her eyes. “You will learn why it was you that survived. And when you do……you will know peacccce.”

She looked up at Freddie and saw as his eyes began to shift in a hypnotic pattern.

“You can mourn in the morning. For now, ssssshhhut your eyes. Ssssslip into sssilent ssslumber.” her eyes slowly began drooping tiredly as she couldn’t look away from Freddie’s gaze. Finally her eyes shut and the house was now at ease.

Freddie kept her in his coils for the rest of the night and stood guard over his young red witch. He looked out of the balcony up to the stars and for the first time in what felt like eons, a single tear slipped down Freddie’s face as he stared at a specific constellation in the sky.

*2nd Person POV. The next morning*

After you wake up and make up the bed, you walk down the stairs to see that for the first time since you moved in, breakfast hadn’t been made. In fact no one was in the kitchen.

“Serafina? John?” you walk through the house but in each room you could see that no one was there. “Hello?” you then go out into the backyard. Thinking that maybe they could be in the gardens, after all it was a beautiful day today for gardening.

“(Y/n)?” you turn around and there stood Brian. His face looked shocked to see you out here in the garden.

“Brian there you are. Where’s everyone else? Was there another problem at the club?” you ask him.

“N-no. No. I—I thought you had your internship today?”

“I only work Monday through Friday. Today’s Saturday Brian.”

“Bollocks.” He muttered.

“Is—everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. No need to worry your head dear one.” He tried his best to assure you.

“Great cause I was hoping Serafina could teach me how to do some transfiguration. John told me she was always the best at it and even taught him. I’ve always wanted to change into my favorite animal. Where is she?”

“Umm (Y/n). I don’t think today’s a good day for a magic lesson. Let alone the rest of the week for that matter.” He muttered the last part.

“Why?” you question with a tilt of your head. Brian looked towards the gardens and sighed heavily.

“We didn’t want you to see this but…..there’s no use in hiding it.”

“Hiding what? Brian you’re starting to scare me here.”

“There’s no need to be frightened mellon. But just promise me that when we find Serafina you won’t speak a word to her. In fact don’t even let your presences be known to her.” His tone that always filled you with warmth and comfort now gave you anxiety.

He places a hand to your shoulder and guides you deep into the garden. Further than you ever went before until your eye caught the sight of Serafina and Roger standing close together under a large willow tree.

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Roger had an arm wrapped around Serafina but this didn’t seem like Roger trying to make a pass at her. It was almost like he was trying to comfort her or something. Brian presses his finger to his lips as he gestures for you both to move closer. You both crouch down behind the shrubs and through the green curtains of the willow you could see Serafina in a state you had never seen her before. Normally she always appeared motherly, welcoming, and caring to those around her. Like she was the kind of woman who would never betray your trust or break you down.

But all that stood before you now was a shell of the woman she was. Her red eyes were now red with shedded as well as unshed tears. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere as she just stood there frozen in time in that broken state of hers.

Roger tried his best whether nuzzling her or even giving her a comforting kiss to get her to snap out of it. But she was long gone. Lost in her mind.

You turn to Brian confused and sad wanting to ask why Serafina was this upset but he once again pressed his finger to his lips before pointing back towards them. It was then John soon arrived at the Willow tree. His expression solemn and eyes full of regret as he stared at his wife.

Roger turned to John and glared at him but before he could do anything, that’s when Serafina turned to John. Her expression never changing as she stared at him with solemn, broken eyes. Roger backed off as John slowly walked towards her.

The couple stood silently before each other. Not one of them saying a word. It was then John fell to his knees, his head bowing in shame before Serafina. He stayed in that position and you watched as Serafina just looked down at him.

She then raised her hand up and a red beam of light started to form from her palm as she looked like she was about to strike John down. Your heart began to race with anxiety, was she really gonna strike him when he was unarmed? Not even wanting to fight? And why did John seem to want this to happen?

But when you saw Serafina’s hand tremble and shake you knew then she wouldn’t do it. And it was only confirmed when she closed her hand into a fist before turning away from John as more tears seeped down her face. Her biting her tongue to keep from sobbing.

That’s when Roger came back, this time in his horse form. Serafina wrapped her arms around Roger’s powerful stallion neck and he lowered his head onto her shoulder.

You and Brian were now back at the mansion in the living room. A cup of tea was in your hand as Brian prepared himself his usual cup of wine.

“I’ve never knew Serafina could be so broken like that.” You muttered solemnly.

“She tries to keep her optimistic and motherly nature. But on this day, she can’t help herself. Be thankful she’s only managed to keep it for this day. When I first met her, she was like that almost every day.” Brian said before taking a sip of his wine.

“What happened to her that made her so broken?”

“Today is the 900th anniversary of the day she and I had something in common.” Freddie’s voice spoke up. You quickly turn and surprisingly for the first time since you’ve been here, Freddie had come out from the cave of the basement and was now slithering towards you all.

“And what is that?” you ask the Naga.

“To tell you that would take forever. But if you wish to truly know, follow me and you will see what I’ve seen.” He slithered away. You turn to Brian completely confused.

“Does he always speak like that?”

“Nagas always love to speak in riddle-like manner. It’s just their nature. But you should go with him. He can tell you more than even I ever could.”

“You really think I should go with him?” he nodded. You let out a whine as you stand up and you muttered. “I don’t want to though! He nearly killed me last time I was alone with him.”

“But he didn’t. Trust me if Freddie really wanted to kill you, he’d never let you know.” Brian said sternly before trailing off in a darker tone.

Swallowing the last bit of your tea you set the cup down and walk in the general direction that Freddie had slithered off to. You heard his voice in your head telling him to come up to the attic.

When you got there, all around there were additional shelves filled with even more ancient trinkets, spell books, weapons, and even some wizard photographs (apparently when wizards take pictures with a camera, the pictures move about in that moment in time).

You then see Freddie standing right before a beautiful fountain. The bottom of it was pure stone and trailing up towards the top was an intwining pattern that resembled tree branches twisting and turning over each other. A silver bowl encompassed the top part of the fountain, shining as bright as a star in the sky.

“A gift of the Eldar. Brian’s grandmother’s mirror. This shows you things that were, things that are, and some things…..that have not yet come to pass.”

“Is this how you see the future?”

“I’ve been seeing the fates of all creatures long before this fountain was created. But when Brian was able to bring this along, with a little bit of my magical knowledge, I helped improve on just what this fountain can do.” He pulled out a tall silver pitcher and poured the water that was inside it into the fountain, while with his tail, it reached over to one of the shelves and took out a small vile with barely a quarter of what looked like water.

“What’s in there?” you ask him. He put the pitcher down and took the vile from his tail and responded.

“The key to you seeing what all has been in the lives of your teachers. This my darling, are the tears of Serafina Rhea Black and John Richard Deacon.” He then opened the vile and tilted it over the fountain and soon the two teardrops fell into the fountain.

He turned to you and gestures towards the fountain. Slowly you walk towards the fountain and look at Freddie. He gives you a soft nod telling you to look into the fountain. You look down at the water to see ripples forming and expanding throughout the entire fountain. Smoke began to form from within the water and all of a sudden it felt like you were being pulled in.

It was so fast and so quick you almost didn’t even know what was happening. Until finally you landed before a large forest. The sun was shining high above the sky, birds were chirping and flying about through the forest trees. Suddenly you heard the sound of a child’s giggle.

Coming out from the trees was a young girl around 5-6 years old. She had very long black hair, right about to her mid-back and she was chasing a butterfly. Her bright brown eyes gleaming with child-like innocence as she chased after the butterfly.

“Hey wait! Come back! I just wanna play!” she called out to the butterfly before chasing after it once more. For some reason this child looked familiar to you but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

“She looks different. Especially to how you know her now but it is her.” Freddie’s voice said beside you. You look to him before turning back to the little girl. Your eyes widening in realization!

“Wait that’s….that’s Serafina!?”

“Indeed it is.”

“But her hair’s not red, nor are her eyes.”

“All will be explained further on. Keep watching. This was the day that changed both their lives forever.” You both continue to watch as little Serafina run after the butterfly before crouching down in the tall grass as it now landed on a boulder before her.

“The mighty huntress……has cornered her prey.” Serafina whispered lowly. You watch as gets into pouncing position and she leaps over the grass but over shoots her mark and soon knocks into someone.

A boy around a year or 2 older than her. He had short brown hair but there was no mistaking from those eyes of his. That mix of blueish grey, this was John Deacon as a little boy. The two of them rolled around till Serafina ended up on top of him and the two of them groaned in pain.

“Sorry. I—get a little enthusiastic when I chase after butterflies.” Serafina apologized. You saw as little John Deacon just stared up at little Serafina in pure awe.

Like she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

A light blush blossoming across his chubby face.

“What’s wrong? Can’t you talk?” little John’s stunned face continued to grow redder. “Hey, I don’t bite.” Serafina told him assuringly before getting off of him. “My name’s Serafina. What’s your name kid?”

“Pretty.” You hear him whisper.

“Pretty? What kind of a weird name is that?” Serafina asked with a tilt of her head.

“Wha? No. No I mean……my-my name is-it’s I meant to say. John. My name is John Deacon.”

“You’re part of the Deacon family!? My daddy says I need to be careful around you.” she said stunned before trailing off lowly. You watched as John’s expression grew sad and he lowered his head in shame. And you thought you saw tears in his eyes but that’s when Serafina suddenly exclaimed. “I like you!”

“What? But didn’t you hear my last name?”

“Yeah I did. My cousins Fred and George Weasley say that they’re stuck up trolls that don’t know how to have fun. But you seem like you do.” She then poked him in the chest before jumping back from him. “Tag you’re it!”

She jumped in circles around John who just looked at her confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Wizard tag. I tagged you now you gotta come tag me!” Serafina giggled happily as she continued to hop around him. “C’mon don’t you know how to play?” when John looked down once again, Serafina stopped hopping and stood in front of him. “Ohh.” She said solemnly.

“Mother and Father don’t allow fun.” Serafina then began to ponder for a moment before she exclaimed.

“I got it!” she took his hand and dragged him out of the forest.

“Wh-where are we going?”

“To the masters of fun. They’ll show you how to have fun!” they soon disappeared from sight.

You and Freddie stood there and you say to him.

“She was pretty resilient as a child wasn’t she?”

“Serafina always did want to get her way. And being the only child from her mother and father she did get that. But it was a good thing she persisted in wanting to being friends with John. His family is……to put it lightly. Not a great bunch of characters.” The scene then faded away into smoke and now you stood before a large mansion of some kind.

Unlike the mansion you currently lived at, this one was dark and gloomy. Hardly any light came in through the windows (even though they stood as high as the ceiling). A large fireplace was to your right and up above you a large diamond crystal chandelier.

Suddenly coming around the corner was John who looked much older this time (roughly around 11 or 12 years old) but you watched in horror as a woman dragged him by his ear before tossing him down to the ground and she hissed out.

She seemed to be around her 40’s maybe 50’s and wore a long black raggedy dress with a black corset around it. Her hair was dark brown like John’s, and it reminded you of Brian’s to a degree but her hair was almost unkept and madded around her face like a rat’s nest. What really frightened you the most were her eyes.

Her dark brown eyes that almost appeared black were just wide with insanity. Even the most insane person that had ever been convicted and had those same crazed eyes couldn’t compare to the eyes of the woman before you.

“You’ve been with that filthy half-blood again weren’t you?”

“No I—”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!!!” she screamed at him. Hearing her voice was like hearing nails running down a chalkboard. It almost made your ears bleed and send fear up your spine. “You know it’s never good to lie to mummy Johnny boy.” Whoa wait what? This crazed psychotic woman was John’s mother?!

You turn to Freddie, your eyes filled with shock and he nodded once to you.

“So why don’t you tell me again, were you with that filthy half-blood?” she hissed at her son’s face all the while holding a knife!? A freaking knife at her own child!

“What is with all the shouting now Bellatrix?” a deep baritone voice echoed through the walls. Soon a very tall and lean man soon came into the picture. His posture showed that he held great status and power with his hands behind his back as he slowly walked towards the woman known as Bellatrix and John. He had long platinum blonde hair that went down to his back and piercing blue eyes.

“Ask your son Ronan. I caught him gallivanting with that insult of a witch Serafina Black!” Ronan soon turned to his son. John fearfully turned to his father who only looked down at him like he was an insect.

“And what were you doing together?” he asked John. When John refused to answer his father all he got was a hard slap across the face sending him to the ground.

Alright that’s it! You race towards John’s father to tackle him to the ground when Freddie’s tail wrapped around your waist.

“Let go of me I’ve got to help him! They can’t do this to him this is child abuse Freddie!”

“These are the shadows of things that have been. The past cannot be altered nor changed not even erased. No matter how much we try to bury it.” You slump down and watch helplessly as John tries to pick himself back up.

“They were skipping along holding hands making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. And I even saw John give Serafina a thistle.” Soon a young teenager that almost resembled his father to a T said as he came strutting in the manor. “Honestly it made me feel sick to my stomach.”

“Well done Draco.” Bellatrix whispered to the teenager’s ear almost seductively. You made a disgusted face as you turn to Freddie, questions buzzing through your mind like a swarm of bees.

“His older brother Draco. And Bellatrix is incapably of showing real motherly love as you can see. She’s unquenched by her bloodlust and any love she may try to show comes out as lust. Like for her eldest son whom she molded into the perfect killing machine.”

“How could John have remained the type of person he is today with a family like that? If that had been me I would’ve been locked away in some asylum or thrown in prison for the crimes I would’ve committed.”

“I think you already know the answer to that.” Freddie told you. You pondered and pondered till it finally came to you.

“Serafina.” He nodded and the world around you vanished once again into smoke and a new picture was formed.

This time however it was a large field in front of you. Nothing but green as far as the eye could see. A little farm was just to the corner and you could hear the sounds of horses, cows, chickens, ducks and pigs. When you turned around you saw what looked like a stack of houses on top of one another.

Wooden and all with many doors, windows and finally the stereotypical triangle-shaped roof with a little chimney on top. The sun was high above the sky on this beautiful sunny day but there wasn’t any people around or showing up yet.

“Where are we?”

“Welcome to the Burrow. The home of Serafina and her entire family.”

“Just how big is her family to live in a house like that?”

“Remember darling they’re wizards. Not everything is as it seems.” Suddenly something landed behind the two of you and drove right through you both. You at first were startled as you tried to make sure you were still there but then you remembered what Freddie said. That this was in the past and nothing could see or hear us, so it would make sense that nothing could really touch you.

“There they are right on time.” Freddie said. “This happened the next morning after what you just witnessed.” The carriage soon came to a stop and coming out of it was Serafina and John along with two teenage boys.

Identical twins with the brightest red hair you had ever seen on anyone else. It came down just short of their shoulders and they grabbed John’s stuff from the carriage while Serafina checked John over before taking his hand and leading him towards the Burrow. The four young wizards walked quietly towards the house when you turned to Freddie.

“Go see.” You follow behind them and when you entered inside, it was like visiting a cozy cottage. Antiques of pottery stacked along the shelves, a cute little table was set up with a plate of biscuits at the center. And of course like Freddie said the house did seem to be bigger on the inside.

Not as big as John’s manor home but it was homey enough. Like being wrapped up in warm hugs homey with enough space to walk about.

“Do you think it’d be alright if we had some of these?” Serafina whispered.

“Yeah mum will never know.” whispered one of the twins. The three of them take the biscuits but Serafina grabs two and hands one to John.

“I—know it’s not much. But it’s home.”

“I’ve been here before Serafina. And I love it every time I come here. Thanks for getting me out of there.” He reached out and took the biscuit from her hand but allowed his fingers to linger on her hand a bit longer which made Serafina blush.

Oh my god how can these two kids be sooo cute together!? It was then you heard the sound of frantic footsteps and soon coming out from the corner of the stairs was a stout woman with long ginger hair. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she spoke with a shrill in her voice.

“Where have you been!?” immediately Serafina and the twins hid their helpings of biscuits behind their backs as they stared like a deer in headlights at the woman before them. When her eyes turned to John, they softened up and she came around as she spoke in a real motherly voice. “Oh John. How wonderful to have you back dear.” She then turned her attention back to Serafina and the boys, her hands at her hips as she lectured them. “Beds empty! No note! Carriage gone! You could’ve died! You could’ve been seen! Of course I don’t blame you John dear.” She spoke softly to John.

Her face then turned immediately concerned as she saw the bruising around John’s face.

“Oh, dear what happened to your face?” she walked up to John and cupped the side of his face, gently stroking the bruise which made him softly hiss in pain.

“He hit him again Aunt Molly. And they put bars on his window.” The twins nodded in agreement. Molly continued to look John over and sighed.

“Alright, I’ll overlook this just this once. But be thankful I’m not your father cause otherwise you’ll have bars up your window Serafina Black.” The twins stared down at Serafina wide-eyed. “Come now John. Little bit of healing and then time for a spot of breakfast.” Serafina’s aunt guided John to another part of the room when her voice suddenly called back. “And you three put those biscuits back on the plate less you get the swaddle!”

Immediately you saw Serafina and the twins put their biscuits back on the plate and race back up the stairs.

As the scene went on you watched as Serafina’s aunt pampered John at the table telling him to tuck in as a large breakfast was now being set down along the table.

Another set of footsteps came walking down the stairs and soon a beautiful young woman with the same ginger hair color and honey brown colored eyes came down and she said.

“Molly have you seen my wand?” she asked in a warm, soft voice.

“Yes sister it was on the cat.” Molly told the young woman. When she saw John sitting beside Serafina at the table, her eyes slowly widened in fear.

“Hello Mrs. Black.” John greeted her with a smile. Wait so was this…….Serafina’s mom? No wonder where she got her beautiful looks from, this woman was beautiful. Ethereal almost like an angel.

“Young lord Deacon. What-what-what a surprise to see you here.” She then immediately raced off out of the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” John asked confused.

“Don’t worry about my mum. She’s always been freaked out a lot lately. In fact I think it was around the time we met. But I wouldn’t worry about that. She can sometimes act a little crazy at times. This one time Fred and George slipped this garden snake into her pillow and she refused to sleep in her bed for a month. My dad was not pleased about that.”

“Now, now Serafina don’t go insulting your mother like that. She loves you and you know it.” Her aunt Molly lectured her.

“Morning everyone!” a man’s voice called out. Soon coming through you was a stout man wearing the a green cloak and the traditional pointy wizard hat on top of his head. It was the same color of dark green as his cloak but was worn down after probably years of being worn.

“Morning dad! Uncle Arthur! Arthur!” you heard everyone in the room chorus out.

“What a night! Nine raids. Nine!” the man known as Arthur said excitedly as he crossed across the kitchen to set his stuff down and take off his cloak and hat.

“Raids?” John questioned to Serafina. She swallowed her food and said.

“You remember John, my uncle works with the Ministry of magic. In the Muggle artifacts office.”

“He loves muggles.” Said one of the twins that was with Serafina earlier.

“Thinks they’re fascinating.” The other twin joined in. Arthur went up to his wife and kissed her cheek before taking his seat at the head of the table.

“Well now,” Arthur said as he took his seat. When he took notice of John sitting next to him he said, “Oh well John Deacon welcome back lad.”

“Morning Mr. Weasley. Hope I didn’t come at a bad time.”

“Nonsense. Besides I was wondering when your next visit would be, when did he get here?” Arthur waved off nonchalantly before digging into his breakfast.

“This morning.” Molly answered as she turned around from the oven. “Your sons and niece flew that enchanted carriage of yours to Leicester and back last night.”

“Did you really?” Arthur said in awe. He then turned to his twin boys and asked enthusiastically, “How’d it go? Was it…..” as the twins began to talk over about how it worked out well, their mother stepped into the conversation.

“Arthur!” Molly scolded him as she slapped his arm and giving him a lecturing look.

“I mean……that was very wrong of you children! Very wrong indeed!” Arthur said in his best lecturing voice.

You saw as John and Serafina look at each other before smiling secretly at each other holding in their laughter. Now that you’ve got more questions you stepped outside the house to see Freddie right by the pigpen.

“No wonder where she got her motherly side from. She’s almost exactly like her aunt. Serafina’s got a great family.” You heard Freddie softly laugh before it grew and he was now laughing hysterically.

“Great? Great is a loose term when describing families.”

“Well at least they treated John like one of their own. They were way better nurturers than his poor excuse of parents!” you exclaim at the Naga.

“That is true but Serafina’s parents weren’t any better than John’s were. I assume you’ve met her mother in there correct?” your anger faded as you say outloud.

“She did seem pretty freaked out about John. And Serafina said that it happened right after they met when they were little. So what is this really a Romeo and Juliet situation?”

“To a degree. It’s not so much as rivalry families. When one of John’s many great grandfather’s became the Sorcerer supreme, he sought out a hierarchy based line. In which Pureblood were respected and revered almost like Gods, while everyone else of either Half-blood or hybrid blood, in their case anyone born with a muggle parent, were deemed less worthy. But if you had a certain skill set then you were seen with a slight more advantage than the other families. But only by much.”

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 17

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2377

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, and sex. Injuries.

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with the fert mother @fanficwriter013

Chapter 17: The Fight for His Life

Thor was still sleeping soundly with his head on my lap and his daughter draped over him with her mouth hanging open as she slept along with him when Natasha returned. She still looked a little stressed and no one really said anything while she helped herself to food from the carts. She sat down next to Wanda and started to eat.

“Looks like Pietro is asleep.” She said gesturing to Pietro who had started to sag over Clint’s head as he sat on his shoulders.

“I’ve got him,” Steve said, going over and gathering him up in his arms. He came past Thor and scooped up Riley too and took both the kids to their room. Thor stirred when Riley was taken off him and sat up stretching.

“What time is it?” He asked.

“Almost time,” Loki replied. “You should go and prepare.”

He nodded and stood, heading into the bedroom. I hugged myself as I watched him and looked for a topic to talk about that might take my mind off it.

“Bucky’s still punching things?” I asked.

Natasha nodded. “I tried to get him to come back, but he wasn’t listening.”

“Why’s he so upset? I would have thought this was a good thing. It might mean he gets to keep us.” I said.

She took a deep breath and chewed slowly on her food before swallowing. “I think it’s like the arm. He had this obvious solution to a problem that had been plaguing him but he never thought about it. Now here he had a solution to something huge and he’s upset it was never offered to him.”

“It’s not like we knew though,” I said.

“I guess he just thinks it should have been looked into. That Thor was just sitting on this knowledge.” Natasha said.

“That’s not what happened,” I said. “Thor didn’t know and what? Now he has to go into a fight to the death thinking Bucky hates him?”

“What I can’t be angry at someone I love?” Bucky snapped. I jumped and turned in my chair. He was standing in the door scowling, while Volstagg stood behind him.

“You can keep it to yourself until he comes back safe, Buck,” I said, frowning. “You’ll only be angrier with yourself if this is what you hold onto and it ends up being the last time you see him.”

Bucky came inside and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m going to be there.”

“Yeah, because watching him die while you’re pissed at him is going to make it better.” I scoffed.

“He’s not going to die, Elise.”

“You don’t know that, Bucky. Chances are in his favor. But none of us know what’s going to happen until it happens and I don’t want anyone here saying horrible things and feeling that way when he goes into this. Because his feeling guilty isn’t going to make it easier for him.” I snapped, turning in the chair to look at him. “And if he doesn’t come out, you’ll hate yourself. You know you will. You’ll hate yourself for holding on to that. You want to bond with Thor, don’t you? Tell him. Tell him that’s what you want. Don’t be angry it hasn’t happened yet. Be happy that it can now.”

“Well, of course, I want to bond,” Bucky said, running his hands through his hair. “It’d give me an end to my life that I don’t know for sure is gonna happen.”

“Is that the only reason you want to?”

He dropped his eyes and shook his head. “No.”

“So tell him. Tell him so he doesn’t go into that arena thinking he ruined things.” I implored, a tear rolling down my cheek. “Tell him in case you lose him and never get another chance to say it.”

Bucky sighed and gave a nod. “Where is he?”

I pointed to his room and Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets and huffed off in that direction.

Steve returned from putting the kids down and a little after him, Bucky and Thor came out. Thor was dressed in armor and his winged helmet. Mjolnir was clutched in his hand, as Bucky walked beside him. Loki stood. “It is time, brother.”

I jumped up and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. “I love you.” I murmured against him.

He rubbed my back and nuzzled into my hair. “I love you too. I will return.”

“Which of you will be attending?” Loki asked.

“I’m coming,” Steve said, standing.

“Yeah, me too,” Clint said standing up.

“Yeah, I hate it,” Sam said, getting to his feet. “But I’m going to support my beefy boyfriend. One of my many beefy boyfriends.”

“The rest of you, please take care of each other and the children,” Thor said.

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said. “We have the heaviest hitters here.”

“Good,” Thor said and gently pried me away from him. “I’ll be back soon. It should only be an hour.”

I swallowed and nodded. “Good luck.”

“I don’t need it,” he said and kissed my cheek. “But thank you.”

Thor looked over at Sif. “I’ll stay here,” she said and looked over at the warrior three. “One of you three idiots will have to stay for the children too.”

Fandral made a sweeping bow. “I shall be your idiot.”

“How will you pull yourself away from your sometimes darling?” Sif teased. “Or are you two in a spat?”

“My goodness, Lady Sif. You do like living on the edge.” Fandral shot back. Sif shrugged. “Good luck, Thor. We shall celebrate upon your victory.”

“Yes, a huge feast. Bottomless ale.” Thor said as the group headed out.

I sunk down into the couch and started picking at my nails. Wanda took my hands. “Stop that. Smell the nice Wanda hair.” I sighed and nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply. “You could braid the nice Wanda hair if you like.”

“Okay,” I said sitting back.

“Okay?” Wanda said turning so her back was to me. “Yay.”

I started carefully teasing her hair into sections and twisting them together. It was actually a nice meditative action. Plus it kept my hands busy.

“So an hour, Sif?” Natasha asked.

“At least,” Sif answered. “No more than two. Most of it will be ceremony though.”

I felt myself tensing up and my heart began to pound. Wanda sent me a wave of warm energy, instantly making me relax. “Thank you, beautiful.” I hummed and finished up her hair. “There you go.”

She snuggled back in against me, but I kept looking up at the door like I expected someone to come in with bad news. I couldn’t quite relax and my head wouldn’t let go of the worst outcome.

“It’s going to be fine, El,” Natasha said. “Don’t make me come over there with this weird tofu stuff.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me with it?” I asked.

She smirked. “I might.”

I looked over at Bruce. He was wringing his hands compulsively and his eyes kept flicking around the room. There was the faintest ting of green around his neck too.

“How are you doing, B?” I asked.

“I’m here.” He answered, his voice strained.

“Come have some cuddles,” I said.

He shook his head. “He’s right here.”

“He likes cuddles,” I said. “It’ll help.”

Bruce gestured to Fandral and Sif. “They don’t know him. He doesn’t know them.”

“Forget about them. They’re not going to provoke him.” I said patting the free space next to me. “He knows me.”

Bruce took a deep breath and moved over to sit beside me. I reached up and ran my fingers through the back of his hair. He shivered a little and lay down curling up with his head in my lap.

“I know you’re both scared. It’s probably good he’s ready if we need him.” I said.

Bruce made a small noise and I leaned down and kissed his temple and went back to stroking his hair.

We sat quietly for a little while. Wanda playing with my hair while I played with Bruce’s. Natasha finished eating and sat back with her feet on the coffee table. “So who have you been assigned to?” She asked Fandral.

“In general?” Fandral asked. Natasha gave a curt nod. “It changes. I usually stay with the children. Despite what the Lady Sif would have you believe.”

“And what do you do with my kids?” She asked.

“Mostly I stand by the door so that none enter or leave without clearance. When they are in Loki’s care I will play with the princess to keep her entertained when she loses interest in Loki’s books. When the princess had her lesson with Thor, I was teaching the little prince to ride.” Fandral explained.

Natasha made a tch noise and tapped her foot on the edge of the coffee table. “What makes you qualified to take care of my kids?”

Fandral shrugged. “I’m not sure I am. But I grew up with Thor and he trusts me. I think that’s the thing he’s most concerned about now.”

“Yeah, well. I’m not so sure about that.” Natasha scowled.

I laughed. “He’s fine, Nat. Both the kids like him. I like him. Thor likes him. He’s probably the only person other than the kids Loki can stand being around for more than an hour.”

“They’re not doing anything inappropriate in front of my children are they?” Natasha asked.

I chuckled and shook my head. “They barely even talk to each other in front of the kids. Going off how they interact in public, you’d think they weren’t doing anything inappropriate behind closed doors either.”

“How dare you, your highness? I assure you we do many inappropriate things behind closed doors.” He teased, feigning offense. He then stopped and looked at me seriously. “Please don’t tell Loki I said that.”

Natasha looked him over again. “Okay. You have permission to watch my children.”

Fandral bowed. “Thank you, my lady.”

The room fell silent again. The longer the others were gone, the thicker the tension in the room got. Natasha started tapping her foot in an erratic pattern on the coffee table, and Bruce got tenser and tenser, the green creeping up his neck until he sat up and started wringing his hands again.

“I hope it’s over soon,” I said, rubbing my eyes with the balls of my hands.

“It is.”

I spun to see Loki holding the door open. Thor limped in behind him. He was covered in blood with a few obvious cuts. One above his eye and some on his arms.

I jumped up and rushed over to him, putting my hands on his chest as I looked him over. “Oh my god, look at you!”

“It is but a scratch, my queen,” Thor said as the others filed into the room behind him.

“It doesn’t look like a scratch,” I said. “Do we have something to clean you up with?”

“Mead will do the trick,” Thor answered.

Fandral poured him a cup and pressed it into Thor’s hand. “Here you are, friend.”

Thor took a long drink and pulled me close. “That should have shut down the opposition.”

I melted in against him, pressing my face against his armor.

“Really, El?” Natasha scolded. “Make him take a bath first.”

I didn’t move and just made a noncommittal grunt as Thor drained the last of the mead in his cup. “He’s covered in blood Elise,” Natasha said.

I pulled back and looked up at him. “Let’s clean you up.”

“I’d advise against walking on that ankle,” Loki said. “It’s clearly broken. He should see a healer really.”

“It’s against the rules,” Thor said.

“It is not,” Loki scoffed. “Stop being bullheaded.”

“They’re making me jump through so many hoops. I don’t want to do anything that makes them doubt me again.” Thor said.

“Okay. Alright. Let’s get you to a bath. Bruce, Sam? One of you can set the ankle, right?” I asked.

Bruce growled softly. “Yes.”

“Yeah. No problem.” Sam agreed.

“Okay. Can someone bigger than me help Thor to the bathroom? I’ll go fill the tub.” I said.

Bucky and Steve moved to either side of Thor and put his arms around his shoulders. They supported him into the bathroom and started to strip him of his armor as I filled the tub with hot water and added a blend of healing and relaxing salts and herbs to the water.

“Okay, into the water,” I said when Thor was naked.

“Yes, mea vita,” Thor said, sinking down into the water.

I stripped down to my underwear and sat on the side of the tub behind him with my feet in the water and began to rinse out his hair. “This will stop the insurrection?”

“Yes. It should.” Thor said. “Elder Vasnor was the head of it all.”

“Good,” I said as I began to wash his hair. I checked his scalp for cuts and then rinsed out his hair.

“I’m fine,” Thor assured me.

I moved in the tub and began to wash his body, checking the cuts for severity. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

“I’m not pretending.”

I ran my hand down to his swollen ankle. “I think Loki is right. This seems to be broken.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“That doesn’t make this not bad, Thor,” I said and sunk down into the water between his legs. “You fought. You won. You are very strong. We can all see it. Do you think for just tonight, you’ll let us take care of you?”

Thor let out a breath. “Okay.”

“Thank you,” I said and leaned over and kissed him gently. “Alright, soak. There are a few larger cuts that need dressing. Sam or Bruce can do that and set your ankle. Then you can stop letting us fuss and celebrate your win.”

“Thank you, carissima.” He said, caressing my jaw. I leaned my forehead against his and he wrapped his arms around me pulling me close to him. “We will be okay, my life. I promise.”

I nodded and attempted to relax in his arms, hoping that he was right.

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toshis-puppycat · 4 years ago

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Unfortunately, I think I Love You Too Part Five

A/n: I was gonna have a reference to something in this part but I waited too long and forgot it lmao. Hope yall enjoy! I made myself a lil sad writing this out.

Summary: You slept on Hawks. Fuck you slept on Hawks. Hes… actually really comfortable.

Part Five

You felt so comfortable. It was like you were being held by everything that was safety. Like you were supposed to feel when you were growing up. It didn’t feel like you were in bed though, so just where did you- oh. Oh no. You fucking slept on Hawks, and you felt comfortable on him. God just realizing that made your face heat up and your palms felt so sweaty. And what were you smelling? Just how exactly did you sleep on him? Then you remembered. You curled onto him the moment he had an arm thrown around your shoulder and cupped your cheek and basically nuzzled into his neck. God that was embarrassing. Although your legs felt more stretched out. And you definitely remembered sitting on his lap. He must’ve brought you two to the guest bedroom as soon as he could. But the light shining in could only mean that he just stayed in your living room. God. What a moron. You stretched, finally accepting he just let you be knocked out on the couch, but the grunt right next to your ear made you stop.

“Hawks?” You asked.

“Yeah, songbird?” He said, right next to your ear, he sounded a bit strained though.

“Did I fall asleep on you?” You questioned.

“Yes.“

"And you didn’t go to the guest room because…?”

“There’s a guest room?” He asked. And you sighed.

“I thought a top hero like you knew to check everywhere.” You said, finally turning to get up, carefully of course, you did not want the awkward feeling to last any longer than it already did. When you got up, he followed, wincing a little. Fuck. You were literally laying on him. His wings must hurt now.

“Didn’t wanna be rude and assume.” He said, stretching out his wings, you could hear his back pop.

“I should probably show you then, shouldn’t I?” You asked, already walking to the hallway leading to the guest room. You heard him quickly follow behind. “And thanks for last night. I didn’t know I needed that.” You said, he stopped for a moment behind you, then continued forward, grinning at you as you turned to face him, deadpanned.

“I’m glad I could assist songbird.” He said, and you opened the door.

“Heres the guest room. Don’t be stupid and sleep on the couch again.” You said, quickly leaving. After that it just became routine to have him there, before you even knew it, a month had passed. You’d sneak into the guest room once in a while every night, you realized very quickly that sleeping alone was not good for you. But no one was ever really there before so Hawks making you feel safe was something you were kind of taking advantage of. You hoped he didn’t know that you were sneaking in and out though. He would definitely hold it over you just to embarrass you.

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Oh he knew you were sneaking into the guest room. He always woke up at the slight shift that would happen because of the risk that could come with not paying attention. He loved it. You would be as quiet as possible and crawl into the bed carefully just to cuddle with him! When he knew you’d be fast asleep, he would just look at how you were curled up against him, it was adorable. And sometimes you’d be just in his space, face pressed against his neck, arms grabbing at him, and god did he love it. He hoped you knew that it was adorable. (You didn’t, you hated it, you were always mortified waking up so close to him, god why’d you move so close to him in your sleep?) He’d let you think you woke up first though, because well he didn’t want to die thank you very much, especially not so soon after being able to interact with you. Since he started watching over you, its been fun getting to actually see your routine, a month passed by quickly. Not many updates for your case specifically. Hed thought something would happen by now. He wished something would happen, and something did happen. One day after you snuck out of his room while he was pretending to sleep, he heard you answer a phone call, you scrambled into the guest room again and told him to get ready to go to the hospital. You both dressed quickly and headed out. All Might was there and so were a few of those new hero students from U.A. What was going on? He could see you talking to All Might, and you two shared a simple hug. It was only about 2 hours later, he got an answer when you two were leaving. Sir Nighteye died. Sir Nighteye, one of the critical people who helped save you when you were younger, died. And the last time you two spoke was over a month ago. When he was first assigned as your protection, he didn’t know what you two talked about that last time but… it had to be hitting you hard. You were going back to your home, you weren’t speaking (not like he could, people would crowd him if they saw him clearly with you) you weren’t responding to any messages he was sending you. Just… walking home. Oh but when you got back he was on you, not really registering your stop just before entering your home and just placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Songbird, I’m sorry for your loss.” He totally didn’t have to be calling you songbird, but he wasn’t going to be calling you sweetheart for a long time now. He clued in when you turned around with a slightly panicked look on your face and saw the door. It was opened. It was one thing after another. They really broke into your home after finding out one of the men who saved you died? Rude.

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Calling Naomasa about the break in was just another smack to the face. You’re life was really going into the ground right now? Out of all the times before it could’ve happened? You were beyond stressed and you couldn’t even be in your own home. Hawks was ever so gracious though and offered his own place, which was something you wanted to avoid since the beginning but you had no choice now. Walking through the door and just slumping on the couch. Hawks didn’t have to act all lovey now thankfully. Was what you thought. But then he gently pulled you close and just held you. Like he always did when you ended up sneaking in the room to cuddle sleep. And you just felt whatever dam you had break. You were sobbing on him, for what you didn’t even know anymore. You were stressed that they weren’t caught still, upset at the death of a man who saved you and the other just suffering. The only reprive you had was that little girl was safe. Because you reported Overhaul. “Her name is Eri. And she’s safe now, y/n” All Might said. “She’ll be safe.” You kept crying until you body just gave out. Just like it did when he held you the first time a month ago. All you could hear was a whisper. “I’m here songbird. I’m not going anywhere."

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The next day was a blur. You were in a bed, well you thought you were at least. Nothing was moving under you, and it was comfortable. And well. It smelled like Hawks. And sometimes you could feel someone or something hold you. You would feel so safe when that happened. You were also still crying. You might have acted like Nighteye was a nightmare, especially after he found out you were a hero. But… he was still the man that helped save you. Who planned everything for you to get out safely and live a relatively normal life. It was because of him that you even wanted to be an underground hero, he was behind the scenes, planning everything and making sure it all went right. And you admired that about him. And he was gone. You never told him you looked up to him, (even though he wasn’t that much older than you). How even though he was furious when he found out about your hero activities he still supported you, and made sure to keep your secret away from the HPSC. He could see Hawks could be trusted. So when you felt wherever you were dip again you grabbed blindly at something, anything to make him stay. You managed to get his arm just before leaving. You were going to tell him, but all that came out was just a jumbled mess. You felt arms wrap around you again, and heard his heartbeat, you passed out.

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”Don’t leave. Please don’t leave.“

Your eyes weren’t open, but you still managed to get his arm. You… you needed to be protected. It was why he didn’t tell the HPSC about your hero career. He was pushing it off because he didn’t want to be a creep or even just confusing it for something else but… it was hitting him. Just how much he hated seeing you hurt. Just a chance at meeting you at that charity event, a chance at getting your help for that undercover operation. And the chance he had to keep you safe from the people who hurt you before. Who made it hard for you to be open with anyone. He was going to catch them. If it helped you finally get some peace of mind. To see you smile in a real way instead of the fake one during that operation that was over a month ago now. To… maybe hold you like this in a more romantic sense. He looked at you, your face was basically buried in his chest, content, not crying, the shuddering breaths and how relaxed you were. Oh. Oh god. "I think I love you, songbird.”

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hollowknightlooktothefutre · 4 years ago

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City of Tears

This is part of an RP I did with a friend

Midnight's darkness surrounded her, the blue winged butterfly looked around at the darkness, she shuttered. Dare she call out? Would anyone hear her, could they hear her? A darkness she knew all too well, friends helped her escape it but it kept coming back.

“Neeeellllaaa....” A cold voice called out. Neela froze.

“What......? What.....?” Neela asked herself. Scarlet flames began to light around on tall torches, the area had gone from pitch black to now red flames. Neela knew this flames all too well, he dares come here? The one place she thought she would be safe.

“No......not again...” she breathed.

“Nneeeeeellllaaaa” the voice seemed to purr for her. She shuttered, she knew who that voice belonged to, her shuttering started to give into shaking as she looked around for the voice's source.

“You....you're gone....you can't be....” Neela tried to say, the voice chuckled.

“Oh dear Neela, I thought would've already learned by now....I'm NEVER gone!” Neela held herself, she tried to block out the voice.

“Hollow and Kuro beat you.....with the dream-nail..... you are gone!” Neela shouted.

“Did they now my dear, or was it just my Vessel's dreamself those two took down? He can never do anything right.” The voice sighed at the end. Neela found a chance at what bravery was in her, she looked around at the scarlet flames.

“You nearly put me in an never ending nightmare! All because you said you loved me! When that isn't love, you would never have won me by making me your prisoner!” Neela shouted.

“......Turn around, Neela.” the voice told her. She felt someone behind her, she slowly turned to see the tall crimson red figure behind her, his white mask showing his ruby red eyes, his horns longer than his own vessel's. Neela shook t the mere sight of him, the Nightmare King himself stood before her, the flames danced around the room as they seemed to close in on them.

Neela shook with fear as she tried to speak. “No....” Neela breathed as she tried to back away, but with each step back the Nightmare King took one close to her.

“Oh yes, it's me.” he said. Neela kept backing up until she felt herself back against a wall.

“None of this is.....it's not real!” Neela screamed. The Nightmare King chuckled a little, he tasted her fear, oh how he wanted much more, but he knew what to do to make SURE he obeyed her again, he let her get away once, not again.

“Oh really my dear.” the Nightmare King started to say, she noticed he hid something in his red cloak. Neela got a better look at what he had pulled out from under his cloak.

“Does that mean this isn't real as well?” he added. Neela froze, her egg, the one thing Hollow had given her, his one hope that she carried inside her was in the hands of the crimson king, it wasn't true! She felt any and all air leave her body.

“That.....it isn't....” breathed Neela, the Nightmare King held up her egg, looking at it in a loving manner yet hid his look of disgust.

“You child? Or should I say what should've been yours and my Vessel's child.” said the Nightmare King. Panicking Neela felt around her stomach, flat as it was before she started to show. “How did you?!” Neela began to ask. The Nightmare King chuckled at her panic. “Oh I have my ways.” he answered.

“I never loved Grimm, I could never love him!” Neela shouted at the Nightmare King. She took a few steps towards him, taking at what chance there was at some courage in her

“If you so much as hurt my egg I swear....!” Neela started to say.

“You'll what? I think you're in no position to bargain with me.” the Nightmare king growled as he held the egg close to him, stroking it. Neela stopped, if her bravery was pushed too far, it would cost her much more, she stood back some. Gears began to turn in the crimson master's head, he smirked

“Tell you what my dear, I'll let you 'family' be on one condition.” he told her. Neela gulped at the thought of what it would be, she didn't care, she had to save her egg, the one thing Hollow had given her the chance of hope for both of them. A mother would do anything for her child, be they inside her body or out.

“What is it....?” Neela asked as she shook. The Nightmare King smiled, he had her right where he wanted.

“Return to the Troupe. Return to your nightmares. Return to me.” the Nightmare King demanded. Go back? She was at last free from it, to return leave her friends, her beloved behind for him to never see her again, it was not going to happen again. Neela balled her hands into fits.

“Return? RETURN?!?! You want me to come back to the same nightmare my friends broke me away from?! I asked Grimm for help and he lied to me, kept me prisoner! I vowed to NEVER go back once I was free from him, free from you!” shouted Neela her wings opening with anger.

The Nightmare King said nothing at first. When did this butterfly suddenly have a spine of pale ore? His plan backfired, he felt his anger slowly building up inside him but he didn't lash out just yet, he held the egg tighter but careful not to crack the shell.

“You know, Grimm may have cared about you and what you wanted....” the Nightmare King told her.

“That maybe so, but I rarely stand for liars.” replied Neela. The Nightmare King looked at the egg he held.

“He was willing to let you go......but I'm not him, and I, the Nightmare King always get what I want, you my dear have no choice.” the Nightmare King snarled with rage. The hand that held the egg lit up in the scarlet red flame, the flames started to surround the egg. Neela's eye widen in horror and filled with tears.

“NO! DON'T! IT'S ALL I HAVE OF HIM!!” Neela screamed as she tried to get to them, but a pillar of flame shot up between them. The Nightmare King glared at her through the flames, her eyes tried to plead to him but it out was all in vain.

“Too bad.” he snarled, the flames in his hands rose and grew, then as suddenly as they appeared they died down, the egg was nothing but ashes piled in between them, the anger clear on the king's face. Neela felt tears pouring down her face. Her egg that held her baby was gone.

“Now you have nothing left.” the Nightmare King added

Neela ran her fingers through the ashes in hopes of something, but nothing, a few tears fell and mixed with the ashes, she felt her mind shatter, her soul broke like frail glass.

“......no.....no....NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!! My....chance at a....” Neela suddenly felt someone grab her arm and lift her from the ground. Neela ended up facing the Nightmare King, pure anger on his face as flames grew higher.

“Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! Never!” The Nightmare King grabbed her wings with his other hand, she began to feel the heat from his hand on her wings. “Forget that!” with those words, the Nightmare King set Neela's wings aflame. She screamed from the pain.

In the waking world, she sobbed in her sleep, tears wet her face tossed and turned in her sleep as well, the talking and crying was enough to stir her mate Hollow who was next to her. Worry and fear took him over as he saw what was happening to her.

“Neela?! Neela my love, wake up!” Hollow called out to her in a small chance that his voice could reach her.

“Not my wings....my egg....! Stop this please!” Neela sobbed again. Hollow took her shoulders and started to gently shake her in a panic.

“Neela open you eyes!” Hollow called to her once again. Neela at last opened her eyes, her cheeks soaked with tears as they still ran down her face as she sat up straight from the bed, trying to catch her breath in a near panic state.

“Hey hey, take it easy love.” Hollow told her as he pulled her in to a comforting embrace.

“Hol....Hollow...?” Neela asked as she tried to clam down. She felt him rubbing her back as he did his best to comfort her.

“It's just me, what's wrong?” Hollow asked her, Neela suddenly remembered her dream and looked around her.

“My wings?! Are they?!” Neela tried to hold back more tears.

“They're still there, I can feel them.” said Hollow as he lightly touched her wings, she slowed her breathing for a few moments. Neela's panic rose once more when she remembered the main part of the nightmare, tears flowed again and she looked around the room in a panic.

“Oh gods, my egg! Our baby!! Is my egg?!!?” Neela cried out, Hollow still had a gentle hold on her shoulders, he turned her face to his.

“Neela, calm down, the egg is alright.” he told her as he placed a hand over the stomach. The egg was still inside her. Neela followed his hand and felt her swollen stomach of the life she carried in her.

“Our....our egg is alright...?” breathed Neela as she felt her stomach once, she felt both the warmth from Hollow's hand and the cool touch of his pale ore prosthetic arm through her nightgown, she shook as she tried to calm down. Hollow pulled her close to him once again.

“Yes love, our child's alright.” Hollow told her

“Neela, what happened? I haven't seen you like this in so long.” he added as he nuzzled her face. Neela pulled slightly away from him, swallowing more tears and she wrapped her arms around herself. Dare she tell him? She had to, he was always there for her when these nightmares rose up.

“Another....nightmare.....He....was there.” Neela began, she shuttered as she spoke, Hollow pulled her towards him once more.

“Go on, whenever you can love.” Hollow told her in a soothing manner knowing full well who the being in her nightmare she spoke of. Neela felt herself at a breaking point as she felt the tears build up once again.

“He wanted me to come back.....he set fire to my wings...he burned my egg right in front of me! He left me with nothing!” Neela broke down sobbing again. Hollow could feel his heart sinking when he saw her like this.

“Oh Neela.” Hollow said as he pulled her towards him again, Neela threw her arms around him and sobbed onto his shoulder, tears staining the sheets as they fell.

“It's been.....months and these....nightmares are....still haunting me....I thought I would be free....but I'm not! How can I keep you and our baby safe?!” sobbed Neela. She felt Hollow rub her back in an attempt to comfort her her “Sshhhh.” Hollow whispered.

“They're just bad dreams my love, this 'Nightmare King' won't get you or our child, I'll make sure of it.” Hollow added. Neela curled up closer to him, still letting a few stray tears fall, Hollow moved his arm down to her waist to pull her closer. Neela didn't dare to let him go.

“I'm sorry....I must be such a burden to you right now...” whimpered Neela, Hollow stroked her face.

“No, you could never be a burden to me Neela. You weren't when we first met.” Hollow told her. Neela buried her face in his chest.

“These nightmares have just been so frequent.....I just don't know how much more I can take...” Neela said as she held Hollow closer. 'Maybe I could find some dream protection spells.' Hollow thought.

“Just hold out a bit longer love.” Hollow told her. Neela was about to say something to him, when she felt a sudden tinge of pain from her stomach, she let out a small whimper and held it with her free hand, Hollow felt her shutter as she whimpered and sees her holding onto her enlarged stomach.

“Neela? What's wrong?” Hollow sounded worried as he asked her.

“With all these dreams, myself not sleeping well and all this stress....it might be causing our egg some stress too....” Neela told him.

`Just calm down, it was all just a dream.` Neela thought. She felt Hollow's hand brush against her face, he gently turned her face to his and kissed her forehead.

“Neela, look at me.” Hollow told her in his kind voice. She looked up at him, her shaking was slowly fading away and her tears drying up, Hollow wiped away a stray tear from her eye. “Take a few deep breaths, can you do that for me?” he asked her. Neela nodded and remembered a breathing trick she had learned in hometown, she had used it more for meditation reasons, but it was needed now. Every breath that left her she felt herself calming down more.

“Feeling better?” Hollow asked.

“Yes, just a little cold is all.” Neela answered. Hollow took the comforter at the foot of their bed and wrapped it around her shoulders, he had always been one for modesty.

“There you go.” Hollow told her, Neela pulled the covers around her more, trying to get as much of the warmth as she could. “Thank you.” she replied, Neela felt the pain fade away and curls up to her husband once again, Hollow wrapped his arms around once again and he turned her face to him once again.

“Neela, I made a vow to you years ago that I would always keep you safe, and I intend to keep that vow, be it physical or dream. I love you my shooting star.” Hollow told her tenderly, his hand stroking her hair. How could his words soothe her so much? This is one of the many reasons that she loved him.

“But how can you deal with a force that can't been seen, let alone be touched?” Neela questioned him, knowing full well the Nightmare King could never be touched outside of dreams. Hollow chuckled.

“Did you forget that I held the heart of the Radiance inside me for gods know how long?” Hollow reminded her. Neela smiled.

“True, but I still don't want you to get hurt because of me.” Neela told him.

“I won't, besides I can handle a few bosses.” said Hollow, he flinched when he remembered the scars on his back and torso, then looking at his pale ore prosthetic arm, all for a mad man he had once known as father. Neela placed a hand on his cheek.

“That maybe so, but we all have our limits.” Neela told him as she kissed the crack that was upon his mask.

“I know. Now let's go back to sleep.” Hollow said as he let out a sigh of defeat. “Of course.” agreed Neela as they both started to lay back down in the bed, she wrapped the comforter around both of them and nuzzled up to Hollow once more and placed on hand on her stomach, looking worried.

“But if I have another one....” Neela's words were cut off when she felt Hollows lips on top of her head again.

“Then I'll wake you up again” Hollow said to her. Neela felt his arm wrap around her, she smiled at his words.

“How did I end up with you?” Neela asked him as she felt sleep catching up to her. Hollow nuzzled the top of her head to his and brushes a stray stand of hair from her face.

“I wonder the very same thing, my love.” replied Hollow. Neela smiled at his words as she felt her eyes become heaver, she then let sleep over take her with one arm around her mate, the other still at her stomach. “Goodnight, my beautiful star.” Hollow told her softly, he caught sight of a smile once again. Hollow sighed as thoughts entered his mind, he noticed the tear-stains on Neela's pillow and on her face.

`Damn it Grimm. Why can't you leave my mate alone?` Hollow thought as he watched her sleeping. He then noticed a tiny Grimmchild coming over to their bed, it was Meche, a runty Grimmchild Neela befriended when she was part of the Grimm Troupe, Meche sniffed around Neela and can smell her tears, as a means of trying to comfort her, he nuzzles her hand and looks at Hollow with worry. Hollow pats the tiny flier's head.

“Don't worry Meche, I'll make sure she's fine.” Hollow promised. Meche smiled and curled up under the comforter next to Neela and fell asleep.

“That's cute.” Hollow lightly giggled as he joined them, his arm wrapping carefully around Neela while his other found her hand that was on her womb, then Hollow let himself surrender to sleep. When the new day breaks, Hollow awakens and stretches his arms out, he notices Neela was still asleep, after last night she needed it so much. He quietly got up from the bed and started to get dressed. Hollow glances at her every now and then in case she stirred, he found a quill and some paper for a note he wrote to her and left it where she would see it. Hollow came back over to the bed and lightly kissed her head as he whispered. “I'll be back soon.” He told her. Hollow then made his way to her stomach and lightly kissed her womb as he spoke softly to his unborn child.

“Daddy will be back very, don't worry, I'm not going to leave you or your mother alone for long.” Hollow softly told the unborn hatching. Hollow closes the door softly as to not wake the others along with Neela, once he arrives at the well, he takes a deep breath and jumps down it.

Making his way through the forgotten crossroads, striking down the enemies along the way, his thoughts going to Neela and her dreams, hoping the his sister Layl and their dear friend Vera could offer some help, even if it was words. Once he made his way to Greenpath he began to look for those he came for.

At a small hidden home in Greenpath, Vera sat outside to watch her children playing. Haru a Grimmchild she and her mate Kuro adopted was playing with their baby sister Nozomi, the parents were extra careful with the infant, cruel circumstances caused the baby to be born early so the family took extra care of the tiny girl.

“Haru, be careful with your sister, okay?” Vera called out them. Layl stepped out their home with some small glasses of tea for the two of them.

“I am mom.” Haru called back as they held their baby sister careful, Nozomi giggled and snuggled in her bigger siblings arm.

“You think I'm worrying too much?” Vera sighed as she looked at Layl. Layl smiled at her.

“Just the right amount, Haru won't let their baby sister fall or get hurt, they're taking the job of elder sibling very seriously.” Layl told Vera.

“I guess you're right.” said Vera as she slowly sipped her tea, Vera sighed and looked around Greenpath.

“I really am going to miss Hallownest.” Vera added, Layl seemed sad at the news when she was told.

“Where will you go?” Layl asked.

“Kuro and I were talking, and we decided to settle in Pharloom. We'll still visit, but it'll be safer for the children.” answered Vera. A few months ago, an assassin made an attempt on Vera's life nearly killing her and Nozomi when she was still inside her mother, Hallownest wasn't safe for them anymore. Layl sat on the ground next to Vera, she understood their reasons for leaving, if the roles where switched she would be making the same choices.

“I understand, knowing Aki she'll go with you, someone needs to keep Kuro in line.” said Layl as she giggled. Aki was Vera's older cousin who, like Kuro vowed to keep her cousin safe and her children as well.

“She might, Laim said he and the twins are staying here, it's the first place they've considered home so I won't force them to go with us. Regina's fine with staying as well, she's got a girlfriend now and things between them are getting serious.” Vera told her. Layl felt her stomach sink at all these change happening, she secretly wanted things to stay as they were, but she knew it wouldn't happen, change was going to happen one way or another.

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