#Might have cried writing it because I thought of a friend I haven't heard from since last year

[skzhua]

Episode ten. (finale)

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3k

warnings: Swearing, suggestive (like, a lot...), reader and Min Ho are clingy as hell.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: A short cute ending... I miss writing this series already. Thank you for the love for this one <3

You smiled at him and let him hold you. "I am okay, just a bit shaken up from it all."

He sighed in relief. "You do know I went to her first because I was scared she'd worsen the situation, right?"

You were about to respond but seeing Dae coming at light's speed right at Min Ho, you backed away in fear. Kitty was running after him, just as overwhelmed as you were. Your breathing quickened once Dae grabbed him by the collar before slamming him against the wall. He was smaller, but definitely strong enough to be able to hurt Min Ho.

"You call yourself my friend?" Dae said, anger taking over him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know!" he yelled, shaking Min Ho's body.

"What are you doing?" Min Ho said, acting unfazed by what was happening. "Let go."

His grip finally loosened as Kitty arrived. Min Ho quickly joined your side again, putting his frame in front of you in a protective way.

"Dae, stop it, it's not Min Ho." she begged him. "This has nothing to do with him."

He observed you and your boyfriend, his eyes blinking a few times as he tried to process his own actions. "I'm sorry. I thought you and Kitty-"

"And I think," Min Ho shouted, cutting his sentence off. "you two should have remained pen pals. I think we all think so, too. Including her."

He took your hand and rushed you out of the room. You sent a sad look to your two other friends before you walked out the door. Min Ho didn't say a word until you got to the dorm. You both changed clothes and sat in the kitchen in silence. As he prepared a night tea for you as he'd usually do, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. This was definitely not how you thought the end of the semester would look like.

"Min, can we-"

"Talk?" he said in a hard voice. "Haven't we done enough talking today?"

You huffed. "I was about to ask if we could just relax. You're tense."

He put the mugs down in front of you as a sarcastic chuckle left his mouth. "My apologies after feeling like shit when my best friend just told me he thought I had a thing for his girlfriend when I am obviously smitten with my own. And that my girlfriend might have thought for a second I cared more about the only person I've been hating for months than about her."

You said nothing in response. The shake in your grip as you brought the drink to your lips said everything to him. You were frightened, and not by anything. By him. He raised his voice at you for the first time, and you weren't even the problem.

"Hey." he said in a much gentler tone. "I'm sorry. It's been a long day."

"I know."

You continued to drink quietly but he didn't take your answer as a good sign. He heard the slight worry in it and he hated the fact he caused it.

"I'm serious. I shouldn't have put all of my frustration on you, it's not fair."

You shook your head. "But you are right. I did worry for a second you cared more about her than me. It's stupid, I know. It's just..."

"Tell me, I won't judge."

You hesitated but eventually gained the courage to say it. "You're hot as hell when you act all heroic."

He spit his drink out before exploding in laughter. Meanwhile you started to whine and pout, shushing him from laughing at you.

"You promised you wouldn't judge." you cried out playfully.

"You're just too cute." he sneered at you. Walking around the counter, he stopped in front of you and brushed the hair off your face. "You wanted to be the one I saved and not Kitty?"

"No, I get why you did that because she was the one on fire and all. It's just you look handsome when playing the saviour."

He grinned and wrapped your legs around himself, helping you get a grip on him. "You want to be the damsel in distress that bad?"

"Yes." you admitted with a pout.

"Gosh, you look good when you're acting all innocent."

Getting a firmer grip on your thighs, he lifted you up which allowed you to be at his height. Licking his lips hungrily, he looked at you in a seductive way. You were glad he was holding you as it made your knees so weak just from the sight of him. Brushing your fingers through his dark locks, you attacked his lips. The tea long forgotten, he went immediately to his room and dropped you on the bed. Crawling on top of you, you took in his features with the little light you had. Even in the dark, he was breathtaking.

"Are you okay with this?"

You snorted. "As if this is the first time we've done something like this."

He shook his head. "I know but we might go further from here."

The tug you did on his shirt told him plenty. If you were that eager to take the clothes off him, you were eager for something else as well. He removed his upper clothing and leaned down to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I might go rough."

"I'm that hot?" you teased.

"Bloody fucking hot."

The front door opening only resulted to the both of you groaning in frustration.

"We really can't have a fucking break from them."

You laughed and gave him a kiss. "You're just sexually frustrated from being interrupted."

"And you're not?"

You giggled. "Cuddle up, I'm tired."

Though he would have liked to do something other than that, he complied and engulfed you in his warm body. You breathed in his smell and smiled to yourself. In all of what happened that day, you were just grateful to still have him by your side.

The morning was eventful. Kitty and Q were apparently mad at one another, Florian surpassed Dae in getting the best grades and you and Min Ho were nothing but depressed. He had told you he was going to Los Angeles to spend the holidays with his mother. You just didn't expect it to hurt as much. Still in bed, you played with his hair as he laid on your stomach.

"Baby, I can hear your heart and it's so fast." he mumbled.

"It's because I'm mad at you."

He sat up and moved to face you. "I'm leaving for a month at most, I'll be back before you know it." he reassured you as he stroke the skin of your sides softly.

"You're, like, the only good thing I have gotten out of this school. What am I going to do without you?"

"You're so dramatic, it's almost cute."

"Almost?"

He huffed. "Don't make me say it."

You laughed and brought his face to yours to kiss him. Your moment was cut short when you heard a groan from the other side of the room. Dae lazily got up and glanced at the two of you, both in shame and in embarrassment. While Min Ho brought the covers back on his upper body and turned his face away, you got out of his grasp and walked to Dae.

"Good morning."

"Hey." he said in a small voice.

"I know it's not really my place to tell, but you two care for each other a lot. I think it's the least of things to fix your problems before he leaves."

He let out an exhale and nodded. You gave him an encouraging smile before announcing to Min Ho that you were going to the other two flatmates.

You were sure to have heard Kitty's voice earlier so you didn't know why you only found Q in the living room.

"Hey, where is Kitty?"

He put his phone away and smiled sadly. "She got caught... for living with us."

You brought your hand to your mouth. "She's getting expelled, isn't she?"

"We don't know yet."

You sat with him and patted his back in comfort. As the door to the boys' room opened, you were at least glad to see them calm and amicable. Min Ho wasn't one to show his feelings much, so you knew they apologized and cleared things up.

"I'll need help packing." he said to you.

"Ask someone else, it'll just remind me you are leaving." you fake-cried.

"Stop being like this, come on." he nodded his head back to his room.

You shook your head. "Can we do something first?"

"What?"

Packing could wait. Instead, you offered him to go take some fresh air. You didn't care if you had no plan prepared whatsoever, you just wanted one last sweet moment with him before he left. You led him to a spot where a blooming tree stood with a bench next to it. Laying your head on his shoulder, you sighed as you reminisced the past months in this school.

"You're sad."

You let out a chuckle. "Thank you, Mr. Obvious."

"Don't be."

"Easier said than done."

He lifted you chin up and kissed your forehead gently. "We're not breaking up. I'm only going to see my mom... I miss her a lot."

You sniffed. "I know, and I'm glad you're going to spend time with her. I... I wish I didn't hate you so much before. So we could have had more time together, you know?"

He patted your head slightly before putting his hand on your cheek. "I think we hated each other for a reason. I know for a fact I hated how you presented yourself as that perfect girl who is too attractive for her own good."

You frowned. "Is it really how people see me?"

He laughed. "I can't say for others, but for me yes. And you just had to be that mesmerizing, it scared me."

You nodded your head slowly. "I see. And how was it a good thing for us?"

"It only drew me to you more. And before I knew it, I couldn't get you off my mind."

You melted at his words. "Me too."

"And, so," he continued. "that means you won't be out of my head when I'm away."

"Got it." you chuckled. "It still sucks."

"I know. We'll call, don't worry. You're not getting rid of me so easily."

"Can I do something real cheesy? You have no right to laugh at me, though."

As much as you hated it, he was right. You had nothing to worry about.

He grinned, expectedly. "What is it?"

You took the ring on your thumb off and asked for his pinky. You carefully placed it on it as it fitted perfectly. He let out an exhale at the gesture. With no hesitation, he took one of his own rings off and put it on your thumb as it was too big for your other fingers. He placed a soft kiss on it, earning a giggled from you.

"I love you."

Your eyes automatically got filled with tears. "Not more than I do."

So, with a heavy heart, you helped him pack his things. You made sure he brought with him a few of the polaroid pictures you took together and made him promise he'd show you off to anyone he met there.

"I'll go get my skincare products." he said after he pecked your lips.

You finished off by zipping up his luggage and it felt odd to see his side of the room almost empty. You had packed your own things as well since you'd be moving back with your uncle and aunt for the winter break. You brought everything by the front door and he was in awe at the sight.

"You're too sweet. I could have done that myself."

You took his hand. "It's helping me cope."

"Sure." he laughed. "I have to say bye to the others."

You knocked at their door and opened it to see them have a moment of their own, Q almost crying. You immediately went to hug Kitty yourself.

"You're really not coming back?"

"I'm afraid I'm not."

You could only tighten your hug from her words. "I'm really going to miss you."

Min Ho hand shook with Q. "Cheers, dude. I'll see you after the break."

You broke away from Kitty and hugged Q in his turn. "I better see you next semester."

"You will, for sure."

Min Ho pulled you back into his arm and rubbed your shoulder lovingly. "She's a bit emotional today."

You slapped him on his chest and he answered with a kiss on your head.

"We had a good run, Covey. Be good." he waved at her.

"Thanks, Min Ho."

With that, you both took your things and went outside to wait for your own car to come. This was it, a last moment before you could see him again in a month. You could keep away from each other, only able to say sweet words and goodbyes with a few kisses here and there. Your car was the first to arrive.

"Hop on, little pup."

You rolled your eyes. "Says the one who wanted us to stop with this."

"No, you were right. It's cute."

You smiled and kissed him one last time while your driver put everything in the trunk. "Text me when you get there? Just to let me know you, unfortunately, didn't crash."

He let out a scoff. "Alright, Park. Be petty."

He hugged you tightly before helping you get in the car. You waved him off as the chauffeur drove away from him.

You watched the trees pass by a few minutes later, finally getting used to the idea of him being away. The sudden pings from your phone were ignored at first, until they became too persistent. With annoyed groan, you opened your message app.

Dami: Hi, Y/N. I hope I have the right contact.

Dami: I am Min Ho's mother, Dami.

Dami: I'm sure he mentioned me, he sure mentioned you a lot to me.

Dami: I'd love to surprise my son when he gets here, if you are interested to participate.

Dami: Can I give you a call?

Although he was in first class, Min Ho hated travelling for hours. Getting close to no sleep, having to go through security at the airport, all of it were nothing but stressful. As he finally got his baggage back, he cheered himself up mentally with the thought of seeing his mother again. He kind of wished you were with him, to meet his mom properly.

To no surprise, the only recognizable person he saw was his mother's assistant. She bowed at him as a greeting before indicating for men, who he assumed were bodyguards, to get his things for him. He was disappointed she didn't come to get him herself, but he understood she was a public personality.

He was glad that the ride to where his mother lived was quick and efficient with close to little, even none, traffic. The gates of the mansion opened and he immediately spotted her standing at her porch, a smile spread on her face.

"Mom." he said as soon as he got out of the car.

"My boy! I'm so happy you got here safely." she exclaimed before hugging him tight. "Are you feeling tired?"

"A little bit, but I'm just happy to see you."

"Me too."

She led him inside and showed him the main rooms of the house before they sat in the living room. She offered him a refreshing drink before she installed herself comfortably.

"How was school? Did you do well?"

He nodded proudly. "Yes. I had excellent grades and I'd say I did better than last year."

"I'm glad." she said cheerfully. "You got along well with your friends? Made some more?" He nodded again happily. "And what about Y/N?"

He froze. "What about her?"

He hadn't gone in details about his relationship with her. Sure, he told her they were seeing each other but things got in the way and they were too busy for him to explain how things evolved.

"Are you in love?"

His face flushed as he got embarrassed. "Ah... I think I am."

She clapped her hands in excitement. "You could have invited her here, I would have love to meet her."

"I couldn't do that. She has her family back there. Plus, I could've scared her off by inviting her so far away after such a short amount of time being together."

She smiled sadly. "What a shame."

"Yeah..." he trailed off. He couldn't quite believe he already missed you. "It really is."

"So how come was I able to fly her here before you arrived?"

His head shot up from his mother's words. Looking around, and then looking back at her, he scoffed.

"Don't pull a joke like that!" he complained.

"She's not kidding."

He almost jumped from the sound of your voice coming from behind him. His brain malfunctioned as he looked back and forth from his mom to you.

"You little-" he cursed before chasing you.

You ran away as you exploded in laughter. Being smaller and weaker than him, he caught you in no time before spinning you around.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Surprise?"

He huffed and put you down. "You're crazy. You've got your family to spend the holidays with."

You shrugged. "A free trip to LA on a private jet to see my boyfriend sounded like a better deal. And don't worry, my aunt and uncle know I'm here."

He grinned like a child before pulling you into a long-lasting kiss, not even caring that his mom was in the same room. After you broke away, he led you to sit down with him.

"You were right, Min Ho. I love her." Dami squealed.

He smiled and then moved his eyes to stare back at yours. They glowed like never before and he couldn't believe how you were so mesmerizing to him.

"I love her, too."

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[nerdieforpedro]

Angel in Disguise

Javier Peña x plus size female reader

This fic and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: a little over 1k

Summary: It's raining and it reminds you of your recent interactions with your best friend Javier Peña.

Warnings: unrequited love, angst, one person you work for should not drive, slight self-esteem issues?, possessiveness

Notes: I haven't posted anything for Javier Peña for a long time. I'm glad I was able to write something. This is one of two for @undercoverpena 's April Showers Challenge.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist/ Writing Challenges Masterlist

Leaning against your desk, you’re looking out at another rainy day. Thankful that you keep a pair of rain boots in your office and at home. You’re thinking of last month and last week, how you’ve lied to Javier and yourself. It’s for the best though. 

Large drops remain on the window as the sound of the water falling intensifies. Last month you had finally worked up the, well with a shot or two of liquid courage to tell him. Tell Javier Peña that “yeah, we’re friends Javi but I want more from you. Have wanted more from you. I could make you happy, because I know you. We know each other. I can give you something simple, a life together.” One of your favorite dresses, your deep violet one that had the open shoulders you liked. Pretty and not too sexy you felt, just right.

Nothing was right that night. He walked in with a woman you were pretty sure was at least ten years younger than him or maybe she had excellent skincare and always used sunscreen. His hand looked perfect on her waist and so did hers on his. He introduced her to you as his girlfriend of the last six months. You’d heard him mention someone but didn’t think it was the same person. Was she the one that had large mood swings? Javier would never admit it but you know he craves a bit of drama. Something you rarely have any of. Dinner was nice at the bar. She seemed nice. Neither of them stopped smiling nearly the entire night. 

The only silver lining is that you live on a lower floor than Javier so you don’t hear that. You’d go insane if you heard them doing that. You’ve heard the rumors and have gotten the sense (though given your feelings you could be biased. Highly doubtful,) that most of them are true.

That night you went home by yourself, threw off your dress and flopped across the bed. You weren’t sure if the rain came down first or your tears but you do know that you cried yourself to sleep and woke up cold. 

That was last month. Now they’ve been together for seven months.

This week at work you were legitimately busy given that the ambassador you work for has decided to drive drunk and hit a lamppost, damn idiot. Of course he wants to use his diplomatic immunity and the policia would like to make an example out of him. Negotiations are led by you as you represent the embassy. Javier was able to catch you one day, say hello, how are you and ask what you thought of Camilla. Her name is even pretty, like her. She was polite and complimented your dress that night. Nothing bad to say about the woman except she exists or is doing so next to Javi.

You lied right to your friend’s face and told him that you like her, she seemed very sweet, that you three should go out for drinks and that she’s beautiful. The last one wasn’t a lie, she was stunning. The rest of it you’re still unsure how you made it all drop from your mouth so easily. His eyes light up and Javier says something that is as honeyed as it is a stab, “I’m glad you like her. I was worried you might not and then I’d have to wonder if she’s really right for me. You’re the best ángel.�� You think you smiled and gave him a hug before going back to dealing with the ambassador issue. It’s a blur. Getting back to your office and stopping yourself from yelling took priority over before getting back on the phone about this drunkard’s problem which is yours.

Finally into the next week, you’ve settled the dispute between the policia and the ambassador. He’s required to pay for the damage and a substantial amount of money to the city of Bogata with a suitable donation to the policía as well. You should have left a few hours ago, but then you might have run into Javier on your way out. You need to steady yourself before seeing him. ‘Just act like I did two months ago. It will be fine.’ That’s what you tell yourself but you know your body will betray you when you see him. You feel the melancholy and longing again. 

The gray skies match your mood. Subdued. Drippy. Unsettled. Foreboding. Closing your eyes, you feel them fall against your cheek again, the tears rolling down. Twisting your body to reach for the tissue box you now keep on your desk, you pat your eyes to see Javier Peña in the middle of your office.

“Hey amiga, qué paso? (friend, what’s up?) You’re crying.” It’s kind that he asks, Javier is always kind. Before you can tell him you’re fine, he’s got an arm around you and kisses your forehead. “What’s wrong?” You won’t tell him why, he’s happy and you know he deserves it. Given the small pieces of how he came to be at the embassy. Broad strokes and rumors are what you know. Javier doesn’t talk about his time in Columbia or pursuing the Cali cartel. When it’s mentioned his face hardens, letting people know to change the subject.

“Just a tough day today, that's all Javi. Thanks.” Your head leans against his chest, breathing in his scent. Keeping your hands around the tissue you’d been dabbing your eyes with. A thought you immediately regret enters your mind:

Could she be an angel in disguise and leave him broken on a rainy day such as this? Maybe Javier would be standing out in the rain? Could you take him against your chest like he’s doing with you now?

No. It wouldn’t be the same. Javier is being a sincere friend to you right now. You would have an ulterior motive. 

A few more tears fall across your cheeks as a gust of wind blows the rain loudly against your window. Even the sky is scolding you:

Leave that man be, you’re the angel in disguise. 

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[acacia-may]

Kaito momota

Hello there! I so rarely get any Danganronpa asks, so this is very exciting! Thank you so much for sending this in! 🥰

I apologize for the confusion on my part, as I realize now that I currently have two games going: the "bye bye writer's block headcanons" and the "penny for your thoughts asks," so I'm not entirely sure which one your ask is intended for. Sorry about that! 🙈😅 Since you don't have any heart emojis accompanying Kaito's name, I'm going to assume that it's for the ask game rather than a request for headcanons. That said, if you would like me to write some headcanons about Kaito for you, I am more than happy to give it a try (though I think I should let you know that I haven't actually played V3 before so most of what I know about Kaito is from Danganronpa S as well as some videos I've seen and the wiki). If you still do want headcanons, please just send in another ask or reply to this one with some heart emojiis that correspond to the type of headcanons you'd like (i.e. childhood, angst, friendship, alternate unvierse ect.) as, at the moment, I'm only taking headcanon requests specific to this game that I made. Thanks! 💕

Now onward to my thoughts on Kaito...

ROCKET MAN!!! 🚀I love him, seriously!! He just has this absolutely wonderful golden retriever energy. Though he might be a little exuberant and might have some more wild and impulsive ideas at times, at the end of the day, he seems so incredibly devoted to his friends and willing to do whatever it takes to protect and take care of them. I do want to be upfront with you again, and let you know that I actually haven't played through V3 myself (yet?) (A/N: I've seen videos and read the wiki so I know the basic plot points (and all the plot twists so I'm not worried about spoilers), but I don't have the game myself, so I haven't played it) so I am not super confident that my perceptions and interpretations of his character are entirely accurate (at least outside of Danganronpa S). That said, Kaito is one of my favorite characters in Danganronpa S! I, honestly, wasn't expecting that, but I got super attached to him and his upbeat, optimistic, and encouraging attitude as well as his friendship with Shuichi and Maki! It's all just so wholesome, and I really love their interactions with each other. They make such a wonderful trio! Friendship for the win!!💛

[A/N: As much as I love platonic relationships and usually tend to/prefer to interpret most relationships between fictional characters in a platonic sense, I will admit (in the interest of full candor) that I was definitely picking up some more romantic vibes between Kaito and Maki in Danganronpa S. I've heard that's a sort-of popular(?) ship, and I can definitely get behind it, at least from what I've seen of them. (I'll admit I've even read a fluffy fanfiction about them getting their happy ending because I want all the good things for them, even though I know how it all works out in V3 *cries* They deserved better! 😭). But I still think I love their friendship with each other most of all! 💛 Really Kaito's friendships with everyone are just so, so wonderful!].

Anyway, Kaito is great! I really enjoy all of his appearances in the Danganronpa S game, and his character makes me actually really curious about V3 (and I kind of want to play it one day, thanks to him). He's just such a fun guy and seems like a genuinely good-hearted person--very devoted and very encouraging to his friends. I want to be his friend. Forget about being an astronaut, he should be "The Ultimate Friend" in my opinion! 🥰 I'm (partially) kidding, but really, there's something just inherently wholesome and incredibly likable about Kaito, and he's a really interesting character.

When I saw this ask come in, the song "Cecilia and The Satellite" by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness instantly came to mind as a Kaito song (and not just because of all the space references though those are an added bonus 😁). I think the more adventurous and impulsive spirit of the singer are very fitting for Kaito, and, ultimately, the song really speaks to how deeply he cares about others (like his friends) and wants to take protect and look after them.

"If I could fly, then I would know What life looks like from up above and down below I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you dry Don’t be afraid, Cecilia, I’m the satellite And you’re the sky"

Cecilia And The Satellite - YouTube

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3, 11, and 29 for the writers ask game!!! ☺️

SOF!! HI ❤️ ooooh these are good ones!!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Hm... this might be a tie! There's two that immediately come to mind. The first is 'can't get you off my mind' which was the first bingo fic I posted and the first fic I wrote after joining the gc. I feel like I discovered my voice through that fic and I tried some new things (cough some slight smut cough). I wrote it mainly while I was on vacation and am really proud of the way it turned out - I feel like the whole process of creating, writing, editing it helped me to grow so much as a writer!

The second isn't fully finished but Diana (@jojameswinter) and I are collabing on a fic right now and we just posted the first chapter. I've never co-wrote with anyone and the entire experience has been the actual best!! But I am so proud of the little world we created that I cried when we posted chapter one.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

I think that would have to be 'i'll look after you'. It's also the only multi chapter fic I've ever attempted so that makes sense! I started writing it in September but the idea had been in the back of my mind since March. The final two chapters have really been a struggle to finish - they've been written for months but have gone through multiple versions/rewrites, so that's taken longer than I planned. But the end is in sight for chapter 5 anyways!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

OH. Hm... that's such a tough one because I don't remember specific lines off the top of my head. But here's a few that I like:

From chapter 2 of 'leave the lights up':

The world slows to a crawl, the cheery holiday music muted, everything else blurry except JJ, who’s so stark and clear it’s like she’s summoned him to life with just her desperate thoughts.

From 'find my way back':

She crashes into him with a force he’ll feel for the rest of his life, her body colliding with his. She’s warm and solid and whole and he’s never fucking letting her go, not ever. His arms close around her tightly, one around her lower back and the other reaching to cup to her shoulder. She throws her arms around his shoulders and buries her face in his neck. He can feel her shaking under his hands, and she’s talking, whispering something that he can’t quite make out, her breath hot against his skin. It doesn’t even fucking matter because all his brain can seem to comprehend is KiaraKiaraKiara.

And the beginning of an unfinished mess of a demon hunter au that I quite enjoy the snarky tone of but haven't gotten the inspiration to get back to:

Kiara knows who JJ Maybank is. 

Of course she does.

He’s a blonde, surfer type fuckboy who seems to be allergic to shirts with sleeves. He lives on the Cut with his two friends, giving the metaphorical finger to any forms of authority.

They’ve never really met in person. She’s never spoken to him before, but she’s heard the stories. How he can seduce anyone into his bed with a wink and a crooked smile. That he’s good with his hands and he knows how to put his pretty ridiculously toned arms to good use too. 

And of course, that he’s one of the most exceptionally talented demon hunters that the world has ever seen.

ao3 wrapped [writers edition] - send me a number and I'll answer that question!

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(This might come off as hating on you or others but I can't think of a better way to phrase it.) Why would you be proud of me? You don't know me and neither does anyone else, I've been hiding behind a mask for so long that in middle school people were scared of me because they thought I was going to "shoot up the school". It got to the point where I was called into the security office and they had to ask if I was planning on killing anyone or if I had access to any weapons at home. At the same time, I've always been a great student, never causing problems, always doing my work, and never disrupting class. I've heard "you did great!" enough that that's become the standard, if I didn't hit that point I failed myself. In middle school, I cried when I got my first B, the same thing happened when I got my first C and D in high school. The only reason why I have any idea of what I want to do with my life is that I felt pressured into it so I picked the major that was closest to my hobbies. The few friends that I have made, I either know through my brother or in elementary school where kids didn't judge me and the only time I ever talk to them is because they started the conversation or I complain to them about something. The only person I can confidently say is my friend I haven't seriously talked to in months, to the point where I question if he even thinks of me because I'm such a shit person that I can only talk about mutual interests or things that bother me. In middle school, I thought of myself as better than everyone else because I worked quickly and the one person I knew was better at math than me I hated him because I always thought that he was an asshole to me while being friendly to everyone else though it was probably just me being an ass to him and then blaming it on him. I lash out when somebody asks what I'm doing because I'm scared they'll judge me for it. I have no trouble looking at what other people are doing to satiate my own curiosity but when someone does the same I immediately hide whatever I was doing and get defensive.

So I ask again, why would you be proud of me? I'm an arrogant, burnout, self-isolating, self-loathing overachiever who can't voice his emotions unless it's behind a screen to a kind person because I'm scared of what people will say. I can't even admit that I believe I should go to therapy because I don't know how to talk to people. I can't even say this without hiding my account name because I'm scared people will judge me.

Dear anon,

Oh, you youngsters.. where do you get the idea that an impressively respectful message to a total stranger would come accross as hateful? Mind you, I am probably three times as old as you and probably live on another continent so I may be forgiven to be out of touch. You do however ask a series of pertinent questions. I shall attempt to do them justice.

Why would I be proud of you?

For trying. For getting up every day, or least every single day that you can possibly manage it. For suffering and still fighting. For seeing through some of the less wholesome aspects of your culture. For having made friends, at least some. For knowing that you still have far to go.

Dude (m/f/x), all of that is worthwhile and praiseworthy. There are many people who have done less in twice the time. Really. My advice to you is to stop and think for at least ten seconds about what you have gained, not on what you still have to do. It is good to be conscious of self and to know your weak spots but it is not good to be overly self-conscious.

I certainly don't know you but I can tell some things from what you write. You are apparently in secondary education which means you are still very young. Full disclosure: I am 46 years old. I do have some more experience. I am sorry that the administrators of your school do not understand you and where fearful of you. Especially since you have always been, at least up to that point, a great student. See, that is another thing in your advantage, being a good student. There is also certainly no shame in being sensitive. Do you identify as male? I do, cis-gender too. I can tell you with absolute certainty that men can and do cry. It is a sign of strength to be secure enough to show your emotions.

There have been some less than ideal grades too, you write. Well, that happens. It is a very rare student who always gets full marks. I rarely did. I don't know enough about schools where you live to really comment. I suppose you live in the USA? I live in the Netherlands.

It is pretty early on to already know what you want to do in your life. Did you know that you do not have to choose once and stick with it? You can reinvent yourself later on if need be or just if you feel like it. That carries risks of course but so does staying on a track that is not healthy for you. Perhaps you are not entirely sure of your sexual orientation? That is fairly common in the autistic spectrum. Or perhaps you are. You can easily take the time to just find out. You don't have to pick a letter in an acronym. Just do you.

So you have a few friends. I had a grand total of one friend all through high school up until I went to university. There I had none. I will admit it was not a good time in my life, looking back. So you know most through your brother or from a young age. Why is that problematic? Those are just reasons. Everything has reasons. I do understand that you'd like to make a new friend. i hope you'll find one.

I have two best friends right now and I almost exclusively talk about work or mutual interest. What else would I talk about? Please ask a neurotypical if you want an answer to that. I have no idea. It is okay to talk about interests. That makes for interesting and in-depth conversation. I do advise you to learn some chitchat, small-talk or whatever you call it. Mostly, showing an interest to people you meet socially is enough. Ask a general question, listen to the answer and ask a follow-up question… something like that. You might want to read my post Adapting Good, masking Bad on that. However, all of this is no reason not to love you. I hope it works out with your friend. Send them a message. As we say where I live 'no you have, yes you might get'.

You were better than most students in middle school but.. only along one axis. Well, that is not really a good way to think but then again, some kids think they're better than others because their parents are rich. At least you had some actual skills to be proud of. All this shows me is that you seem to be fairly insecure about yourself, especially the hating another because he was better still and lashing out. You felt (or perhaps still feel?) you need to be better or the best even to be wortwhile?

'You're doing great!' Please don't take that literally. People don't mean it. It is a bit like 'Oh my God that is so great, you're AWESOME!' Let me give you a little theory. Don't worry, just a little. These sencentes are not declarative but performative. Declarative sentences contain information or a claim. Performative sentences mean to affect something, reach a certain goal. Let's picture you talking to a family member with a MAGA cap who claims that the Donald is completely and utterly perfect in absolutely every way. (Just suppose. It's an example.) If you then say 'Well, no because ' then they might reply with 'That's just your opinion!!'

That's true, right? It is your opinion. But that is not what was meant! It is actually what you might call a semantic STOP-sign, an order to stop talking right away. 'You're doing great' is performative in this way. It contains an acknowledgment of something, perhaps that you did as expected or in a way that the speaker approves or. Alternatively, it might be meant as an encouragement.

It is not or at least should not be the general expectation that you always do 'great' or that you always are 'awesome'. What would that mean? When would you ever be done? What accolade would ever be high enough?

You ask again, at the end of your message, why I would be proud of you. I have already told you. You are painfully conscious of your own character flaws and weak spots. So you act arrogantly sometimes at the moment? That's not what you want, right? Even that is a positive point for you. So practise. You can work on yourself. At least, you will be able to work on yourself when you are strong enough. There is no shame in first getting better before you start working again.

Your self-isolation doesn't concern me overmuch but your self-loathing does. You have all that emotion, even if you aren't able to express them very well right now. Only behind a screen? So use a screen! I'll be the kind person. You'll get better. As of right now, you have succeeded in writing a fairly clear message expressing what you experience and what you feel very well indeed. So why not write on-line? Sure, it would be ideal if you could talk to a loved one, family member or another physical person close to you, that you can trust. Many things in this present life, anon, are not ideal.

You might very well need a good therapist. There is no rational need for you to loathe yourself or mentally beat yourself up or your flaws. Please seek help. It doesn't matter if you do not phrase it all perfectly. There is no way to do things like that perfectly so don't expect that of yourself.

Hang in there. You do not come across as something who has given up. You still show some fight. Well done!

Even if you hadn't done all this, I could still love you. People hate without reason, right? So why cannot I love? We can needlessly put down other people without knowing them? So why can't I be proud. I'll tell you why I am proud of you. It is because I see what is worthwhile. I can see what is beautiful and good, what is still fighting for the light. If only you could see yourself that way? I do not need to know what you look like or your precise age, nor even your general location. All of that doesn't matter. You are a mind, a person. Your worth is inexpressibly high.

Please treat yourself right. Take the time for self-care. That means relaxing your expectations. That means talking to the responsible adults and asking for help. It also means explaining again if it doesn't work the first time around. Or the second. Try to concentrate on your school work. You'll have to study it anyway so you might as well work on it. It means taking off-time as well. Actual rest.

Now please listen. Scrolling through your phone is not rest. Reading through Tumblr is not rest. Watching television is not rest. Sitting in a park and watching the duckies.. sure. Yes, that's rest. Take walks if you can.

And please ask for help. You deserve it. I am absolutely sure of this.

Try to read through my earlier posts. I hope they will work for you. However, if you feel that the exercises make you feel bad or anxious, stop right away.

Get help, anon. You're worth it.

With love,

Tithadhammo

[ameliasbitvh]

𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊; 𝐑.𝐀.𝐁

a/n: idk fam, i feel too lazy to make a sequel so i might as well just leave it here. IMSORRYABOUTTHAT<?@$&*)(^ anyways…

summary: this is such a cliche fic I feel idk? you and regulus decide to get married but you are soon silenced by his words and what you haven't spoken leads him to speculations of you having an affair with his brother.

library account: @ameliasbitvhlibrary !!

wc: 5.7k (oops I got carried away)

warning(s): implied smut, arguing, walburga black, orion black, the evil mother in law slaps you, a lot of arguing, regulus thinks you're cheating on him, angst, a cliff hanger but no sequel, crying, tears being shed, mediocre writing and not proof read!!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

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HE LOVED the way you smiled when he was around, the way your fingers twirled between his curly locks, the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him. He knew that he was loved and that’s all he ever wanted. All he ever wanted was to be wanted. 

You both were in the slytherin common room, your legs and hands intertwined with each other on the black couch. His fingers nimbled, playing with yours. He always wanted to know what his ring would look like on your hand, so he gave it a try. Slyly, he slipped the ring onto your thumb and it wrapped around your finger snug as a bug. Looking at your hand, you gave him an adorned smile and asked, “What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Black?” 

“Making you; Mrs. Black.” he responded with a snide smirk that you wanted to slap off, but you couldn’t deny the heat rushing to the apple of your cheeks. You hid your grin by looking down, he grabbed your chin and softly placed a tender kiss on your lips. “Flustered? Aren’t you, Sweetheart?” him and his big ego.

“Of course I am! Regulus Fucking Black said that he’s going to make me Mrs. Black! What a dream? Oh! And he’s got the dreamiest eyes ever, I swear to Merlin I could melt into a puddle if he looked at me!” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from your lips.

“Why haven’t you melted into a puddle yet, Witch? Should I pour some water on you? And if in fact looking at you would make you melt, you would’ve been a pool in the first year because that was the first time I ever looked at you and thought: hey, she’s kinda cute?” 

“Well, Wizard, maybe it’s because I thought the exact same thing. So it cancels out. You know? When I look into the mirror I tell myself: ‘Damn If I wasn’t me, I’d bend myself over a counter and fuck me right there.’”

A chorkle left his throat. He was not expecting that, but then again; with you he knew to never expect but to be surprised. 

You quickly joined along with him laughing to your heart's content. You loved knowing that you made Your Boy happy. 

Regulus, well he’d never truly been happy. The last time he could recall being happy (before he met you) was when he was at the mere age of four. He and his brother Sirius who was five at the time, were running around their home chasing each other until their short legs grew tired. But even then, they raced as a nervous Kreacher warned the two to stop messing around before their parents got home. The two boys lost in a land of their most creative desires and crafts lost track of time, and before they knew it their parents were home. He was happy, until he heard the screams and cries of a struggling Sirius. His mother. Walburga was always strict and mean, she never let the boys have fun, she’d rather leave them in their own filth. 

The little boy with a mop of curls hid behind the wall, he slowly moved to take a peek at Sirius and saw his small and shaking frame, trembling but no tears had fallen from his dark blue eyes. At such a young age Sirius had learned to shut all his emotions out and Regulus soon followed, until he met you. 

Sirius had his friends in Gryffinwhore: James, Remus, Peter, and whoever else was friends with him. He knew you and Sirius were friends, but he chose to ignore that. Ignore the fact that everyone else around him had been able to form a relationship with his own blood brother, but him. 

–

HE BREATHED you in, never daring to breathe you out. God, he couldn’t stop thinking about putting a ring on that pretty finger of yours. Just the way that his family ring looked on your thumb was…no words. He couldn’t fathom the fact that one day you would be ‘Mrs. Black.’ and he couldn’t wait for it. Clearly, because he already had a ring picked out in your size. A big diamond plastered on it, glistening in the sun. But he couldn’t marry you just yet, you were both sixteen and he didn’t want to scare you away–never. 

He was afraid of rejection, he didn’t want you to say no and laugh at his proposal. He knew that you weren’t that type of person but that thought still crossed his mind a few…thousand times. 

It was quiet in his dorm, Evan had gone out with one of his new girlfriends for the day. Evan Rosier didn’t give a damn about how many hearts he broke, as long as he got a taste he was fine. And that was one of the many things about the blonde that repulsed Regulus. But Regulus couldn’t just drop him for these things, Evan had been his rock, his ride or die, his sorta brother throughout the past six years. Regulus would never tell the young Rosier this, but he was thankful for him. 

The room had the dim light of a burning lamp, he sat on the edge of his bed quietly and suddenly he found himself searching for the ring. He got up from his bed decorated in dark green silk sheets and his hands traveled around his drawer for a second until he found what he was looking for: the ring. He opened the box carefully and analyzed how the diamond reflected his reflection in a million small mirrors, all staring back at him. Thoughts of how you would react when he got on one knee one day were coursing through his mind, so indulged in it he didn’t notice his friend who walked in. 

Evan’s jaw dropped at the sight of the hunk of jewel, he must really fucking like you. “Woah,” 

Regulus immediately snapped the lid shut and shut the box into his pants, hiding it. “Mate, what do you have a whole ass diamond for? Is it for Y/n?” The brunette didn’t like the instant questions being thrown at him, he felt like he was being interrogated. 

“No it’s not–” 

“Don’t even try to lie, Regulus. You’re terrible at it.” 

Regulus stood, hands in his pockets, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek. With a gruff sigh he confessed, “Fine, it’s for her.” 

“Are you going to marry her? If you are–what will your parents think? Has she met them yet? Have you asked for her fathers approval ye–” 

“N–yes, I don’t know?! No, no and no! Just stop asking about it.” 

“Geez, someone’s in a bad mood I see.” Evan teased with a fake pout. 

“And if you want to move on, I’ll tell you about how my date went and Merlin she was a fireball I tell you! Fierce as a hippogriff fighting a–” right then and there, Regulus tuned the blonde out and let his mind wander off again. 

–

HE LOOKED at you, his gaze lingering making your cheeks heat up.

You were sitting across from him at a restaurant he had taken you to.

It was summer break, Sirius and the marauders had just graduated and Regulus decided to take you out after the long day, just so he could make it a long night. He had been planning this moment out ever since the fifth year when he realized that he truly did love you and he was terrified of it. 

Terrified of what love made him do, how it manipulated every single move he made, how it changed his mind…how you changed his mind. 

Regulus Black wasn’t one to believe in love, all because growing up he had never had or experienced love and now you were the one to show him it. And it was the most beautiful, but gut wrenching thing he’s ever experienced. If you told him to jump off a cliff, god have mercy on him because he would. He would do anything for you at the drop of a hat and it made him happy knowing you would do the same for him. How your gaze was never on another man or woman the way it was on him; with him, your eyes lit up as a smile graced your beautiful face. With everyone else you had a friendly disposition. 

He was ready to drop to one knee the moment you told him, “I don't care what everyone else thinks of us. I want you and only you, not him but you.” 

The whole school had been gossiping about you and Regulus once you two started dating. There were many speculations, but nothing confirmed them; until the whole great hall saw his hand wrapped around your waist, your head leaning onto his shoulder. 

At the gryffindor table the four boys were stunned, James jabbed sirius in the shoulder before saying, “Pads, isn’t that–” 

“My ex and my brother snuggling up like a bunch of lovesick first years? They look like horses to me, so yeah, that’s them.” oops, I guess I forgot to mention that part of the story…

“Does he know that you and Y/n were together?” Peter asked, his eyes opened wide, still in shock at the new couple. 

“I’m not sure, Wormtail…but he will now!” Sirius quickly started to get up from his seat when Remus pulled him down harshly. “Sirius, you will not dare to go over there. If she wants him to know she will tell him, if he doesn’t already know.” 

“How could he not know though? I mean, Pads and Y/n would snog all the bloody time!” James exclaimed. 

“You forgot that he’s emo, Prongs. He doesn’t care about other people, okay? He only cares about him and his mummy and daddy.”

“Add Y/n onto that list, Pads.” Peter squeaked as he watched Regulus plant kisses onto your face, you giggling. 

“You know what? I’m not surprised Y/n went after him, she’s a bloody Slytherin. Just like him, they were made for each other.” the eldest Black brother scoffed, pushing his food away like it was filled with rubbish. 

After dinner, both you and Regulus raced to his dorm, quick to get away from other people. Once you both arrived into the boys room, you noticed how his smile had fallen. So yours faltered in return, “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“I–it’s nothing, Y/n.” 

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, I’m here for you.” 

“I know that.” 

“What’s got you so moody? You were just fine a second ago, Regulus?” 

He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to explode on you right now and chase you out of the relationship so goddamn soon.

“Regulus, just tell me–I can see that it’s bothering you.”

“You know what’s bothering me? You!” he barked out, his fists clenched. 

You flinched, taking a step back, your back hitting the wall. A lump in your throat began to form, you sniffled trying to deflect your tears from ricocheting. Suddenly a switch flipped back inside of him, “that’s not what i meant–i mean, i keep hearing everyone talking about us and–just–please don’t leave me for him.” 

“Him?” you queried, confused. 

“Tell me the truth, Y/n.” he begged, tears surfacing his eyes as his body began to tremble. 

“Sweetheart–what do you want to know, I promise I’ll tell you the truth, I always will.” you pleaded, your arms wrapping around his tall, but sunken frame. 

He lifted his head up to look at you, his blue eyes stricken with tears. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was. 

“Were you ever with my brother, Sirius? Because I keep hearing these bloody people talking about it and I want you to tell me the truth, not these lowlifes.” 

Your mouth hung low, you swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t expecting that, “I–I’m sorry Regulus, I thought you knew…”

“Knew what? That you were with my brother? I wouldn’t have gotten with you if I knew! I swear to Merlin if this is just a part of your plan to get back with Sirius or get back at him, I don't want any part of it. And to think I let you, you out of all people walk all over me and convince me that you even slightly liked me the way I did you? All I ever do is get his sloppy seconds, don’t I–” Now that was below the fucking belt.

Your palm slapped across his face, tears welling in your eyes. “Don’t you dare call me that. I’m sorry that I caught feelings for you? It’s not my fault I can't control what I feel–Sirius and I weren't in a serious relationship, it was just for fun–” 

“So is this for fun too? Messing with me. Just like you did him?” 

“Oh my–if you just listen and don’t interrupt me–” 

“How are you supposed to explain to me that you were with my brother and now me?!” 

“Let me then!” you exclaimed, your throat sore from yelling. 

“Look, i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you about it but it’s because i thought you already knew. Him and I dated when I was in fourth year, it was nothing more but puppy love. I would never date you in revenge for him, or as a strategy to get back with him. I like you, not him Regulus. Merlin, I knew I had a liking towards you when we were in third year and you were sitting there next to Evan and doing your work. Completely ignoring him…I noticed one of your curls fell onto your face, blocking your view and you blew at it to get it out of the way. And when you looked up, you caught me staring and–” 

“And I glared at you…” he said with a small smile. 

“Yeah,” you smiled back. “Even though you looked at me like you wanted me dead, I couldn't help but think you were cute.”

“I don't care what everyone else thinks of us. I want you and only you, not him but you.” 

He grabbed your chin and slowly delivered a kiss onto your lips, it tasted of salty tears of love stricken teens and the bittersweet melody of chaos. 

“I want you, Reggie–I need you.” 

–

You couldn't help but notice how your lover had been acting strange and more nervous than ever today. You reached your hand out to his after the both of you had finished eating and asked him, “Why are you so nervous, Reggie?” 

“What are you talking about?” he said, his eyes looking anywhere but at you, he was fidgeting with your hands as well. Either he was bored or had something he was hiding. 

Gasping you joked, “Are you cheating on me?” 

His eyes widened quickly as his jaw dropped, his grip on your hands tighter than before. “Darling, I would never–where did you get that from? I wouldn’t even dare to look at another woman–”

“I’m joking, Sweetheart!” you laughed, throwing your head back.

“You’re an evil witch, Black.” 

“Black?” you questioned, curiously. 

“Yeah, Mrs. black.” 

“Well, aren't you so sure about that.”

“Oh, I am, Dear. Just as long as you accept this.” he stood up from his seat, and began to bend down onto one knee. You were mind blown and panicking, it was evident. Merlin, your mind was racing, you didn't know what to say. You felt like you were about to explode, you couldn't handle the anticipation pumping inside you and your heart beat faster than a drum. 

“Y/n Y/l/n, I know you don’t like long and dragged things so I’ll just cut to the chase–will you marry me and become Mrs. Black?” he asked nervously, as he opened the ring box to show off the diamond to you. “Oh my–Regulus are you insane?! That ring it’s–holy shit! And, aren’t we too young–i–what do I say?!” 

“Uhh…yes?” he responded to you. 

“Oh–oh, yeah! Yes! I’ll marry you!” you exclaimed once you regained your consciousness. 

(2 weeks later) 

HE WRAPPED his arm around your waist and you turned around to give him a kiss. You both were in the kitchen of the home you and your parents lived in, Y/l/n Manor. 

Chewing on your lip you asked him something you’d been thinking about for awhile. Because your parents were shocked to hear of the sudden proposal but nonetheless accepted it because they knew that you loved him and he loved you just as much. Now, you wondered what his parents thought of it. You had never really met them before, even though yours and his family were both of pureblood, your parents were much like Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. So the Blacks’ despised your family and you couldn’t help but wonder what they thought and if they're okay with it. 

“Reggie?” 

“Yes, Darling?” 

“I–I couldn't stop thinking about this and I don't want to make you uncomfortable but–what do your parents think about this? The proposal and the fact that we're going to get married, I mean.” 

Taking a deep breath, he responded, “i didn’t tell them,”

Stepping away from him you asked, “why didn’t you?”

“Y/n. You know how they’ll react with me marrying…you know, you?” 

“Me?” you said, almost offended but you could also understand where he was coming from. 

“Yes, because of your family–it’s so different from mine and my parents wouldn't like us together.” 

“Then why’d you propose, Regulus, if you knew that this would cause such a problem why would you–God, we can’t get married one day and throw it on your parents saying ‘oh, hey mum and dad! By the way I married Y/n Y/l/n, the daughter of a family you hate!’ it just doesn't work that way…i shouldn't have said yes…” 

The last words you mumbled caught his attention, “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry, but your parents are never going to approve of me–we may love each other but I know you! You love your family and I don't want it to end up to the point where you have to choose your family or me! I don’t want you to go through that.” 

“If you don’t then why are you bringing this up?” 

“I’m bringing this up because I'm looking ahead and into our future, I’m telling you it’s better to let them know now then later! We can’t just–” 

“But if we get married already, then they can't make us leave each other!” He had a point but that didn’t make it right. 

“That isn’t right though!” 

“Then what’s right? Tell me, Y/n” 

“I want to meet your parents.” 

–

Now that you were at 12, Grimmauld Place, you were starting to regret what you said. You clung onto regulus’s arm, afraid to let go. He looked down at you and pressed a kiss onto your head before the door swung open to show Walburga and Orion Black. You’ve heard many stories about these two and you wanted to immediately smack them in the face the moment you saw them, but knew that you shouldn’t. But you wanted to. 

“Welcome home, Dear.” she said with a fake smile on her face trying to hide the desperate scowl begging to be released. “And who is this?” Orion asked, his eyes lingering on your figure. Regulus cleared his throat before speaking, “Mother, father, I want you to meet, Y/n Y/l/n. My fiance.” 

“Both of you, come inside.” she said through gritted teeth, her eyes burning into yours. 

Yep, you were definitely starting to regret saying you wanted to meet them. 

Now, all of you were sitting on a large black leather couch. Walburga’s eyes scanning the rock on your hand, analyzing it. 

“Are you out of your mind, Regulus?!” she screamed. 

“I asked him that too,” you mumbled under your breath and she heard. She threw a glare at you, the same one he gave you in third year. But this time it was haunting. 

“Why didn’t you pick another girl from Slytherin? There are many like B–” 

“I’m not going to marry my own cousin.” he grumbled. 

“What was that?” Orion demanded. 

“Father, I cannot marry my own cousin–someone who I'm related to and do not love.” 

“What do you know about love?” his mother asked, her veins pulsing out of her skin. 

Silence. That was all, it was silence. He, nor his parents spoke, leaving an awkward tension in the air that you desperately wanted to get rid of but couldn’t because it wasn’t your place. 

Suddenly, his mother turned her attention to you. “So, tell me, Y/l/n. What makes you so special that my son wants your hand in marriage?” 

“I–I’m not too sure, Mrs. Black.” 

She turned to Orion and snickered, “She’s not even sure of herself.” 

You tilted your head as your face contorted into disgust, “If you have something to say about me, say it to my face, please.”

Her face turned even more wicked than it was before, “How dare you try and tell me what to do, Little Girl!” 

Your fiance’s expression was worrisome, his eyes darting between the two women. His hand gripped yours and he held on tight. 

Your eyes met hers, a challenge you threatened her with. “How dare I? How dare you! To talk down on me and not even have an ounce of shame, cowering away–trying to make me the villain!” 

She scoffs, regulus tries to stop you, orion sits enjoying the free theater act and you, you were enraged.

“Listen up, Blood traitor! With that big mouth of yours, you will never marry my son! You got that? I will never allow my own child to marry a disrespectful, rude, unmannered, filth of a supposedly witch!” she barked out roughly, her veins popping out of her skin. 

You thought about it, you thought about biting down on your tongue and sitting to digest every cruel word she had spewed out of her wicked mouth. But you wouldn’t let a pathetic excuse of a mother take you down and let her have the victory of winning. Regulus quietly pleaded with you to stop, his frame moving in front of you to block your view of his mother. But you couldn’t stay quiet. You needed to put this woman in her place. 

“No, you listen up! You pathetic excuse of a mother! Making your eldest feel like he was nothing but a piece of rubbish waiting to be discarded! Making your son, my fiance Regulus carry every damn wretched secret, tasking him with things that could end his life–you, you are a terrible excuse of a witch, not me. And their childhood?! Merlin, you couldn’t have done worse could you? You would’ve left them in their own filth if you cou–” her cold palm struck your warm cheek. You quickly stopped your speech and grasped your face, feeling the fiery sensation of hatred etching from it. Your jaw dropped and so did Regulus’s, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he simply dropped your hand and stared at his mother. 

His eyes pierced into hers, they both had those deep blue eyes. But he had a light hiding beneath, begging to be dug out so that he could show the world just how damn bright Regulus Black could shine.

He wasn't a shadow, he was a light waiting to be unleashed. You, you were the one to unleash it, but at this moment he didn't know where this light and sparkle went nor did you. His face was stone cold, emotionless. He watched as your eyes filled with tears…he watched you flee the scene. 

“SHE FUCKING hit me…” you digested as you raced to your room.

“And he did nothing. A coward, you are Regulus Arcturus Black.” you sat on your bed and pulled your knees to your chest, a few hot tears slipped out. You just couldn't comprehend how he could let her do that and not say a word? Didn’t you mean enough for him to at least try and stand up for you? He wanted to marry you, yet couldn’t–

Your thoughts were interrupted by a slam of the door. Regulus had come. His curls were a mess, his eyes bloodshot, and his clothes were tousled. “What the fuck were you thinking?! Now you’ve really done it. She doesn’t want us to see each other at all now! Merlin, you just have to ruin everything, don’t you?!”

“Me? I’m sorry that I felt like your parents should know what we’re going to do! I’m sorry that I’ll never be the perfect little wife for you, that I won’t be good enough for your parents, for your family, for anyone! All I've ever wanted to be was enough! And all you do is prove me wrong! I love you, Regulus. I truly do, so I’m sorry that me standing up for the both of us is embarrassing to you.” 

“You wouldn’t have to stand up for anyone if you just shut that big fucking mouth of yours! That’s all you have to do.” he snapped, his fists clenching. 

And this, this was just the beginning to the last straw.

He hurt you somewhere he knew hurt, you couldn’t help that you talked too much. It’s just that you always have so much on your mind that you can't help but spew out the words flowing inside you. And Regulus was one of the people who didn't mind it, in fact he actually enjoyed it. Having someone always initiate conversations, someone to actually talk to, someone who didn't bore him to death. 

But now, all the boy would know were small replies and nods of your pretty head. 

Your eyes welled up as you fought back the tears threatening to spill. Your throat had a lump caught in it and you tried so damn hard to swallow it as you tried to digest your pride at the same time. Hearing those words leave the precious boys lips froze you. You felt like you were stuck in the same place as time flew by. You watched as everything sped past you, graduation and even your own wedding. 

It didn't even feel like the most special day of your life, it felt like every other day of your life, except this time you were in a big white dress. You couldn’t even remember the wedding night, it was a blur. The only recollection you had were his lips on your neck and by then everything faded to black. 

YOU'VE NEVER felt so…numb before. You’ve gotta say that you owe a thank you to the curly haired boy because if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have stayed silent for all this time.

He was the reason for the eerie sensation that lingered in the air when he tried to talk to you. He tried so hard to crack the code and understand why you would no longer speak or utter a word.

He had noticed how quiet you’d gotten after the fight you both had, but he didnt think about it much. Because he noticed how much happier his mother was after he had told you to stop talking and you seemed like you didn't mind.

So what was the problem? Did you not love him anymore? He couldn't comprehend it? What had he done wrong? 

But what you saw was that he wanted you to stop talking and all you did was obey. So why was he so mad? 

“Y/n, you’ve got to stop playing this stupid game–just fucking talk to me! Merlin, I miss the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you talk, I just miss that spark you had. I miss the old you.” ah, the last words he had said made you laugh, just a little. 

His eyes widened, finally he had heard some sort of laugh from you. “You miss the old me? I thought you were embarrassed by her.”

“Wha–what are you talking about?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” 

“I don’t, so please inform me?” 

“Are you that fucking daft?” you said in a short answer, boredly your fingers nimbled with your wedding ring. 

“y/n, just tell me!” 

“No.” slowly, you slipped the ring off and he watched you with careful eyes. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, skeptically as he took a step forward closer to your frame.

“Nothing!” you chirped a little too quickly and slid the ring back on. 

Following, you turned on your foot and walked away from him to your shared room at his parents home. 

Slowly, you sat on the bed criss crossed and took a deep breath in as you stared out the window. Merlin, what were you doing with your life? All you did was waste your days sitting in a room waiting for your husband to come home, careful to not disturb your in-laws because you weren't in the mood to get slapped. But at least you had some people to keep you company, Sirius, Remus, Peter, James, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. They all sent at least one letter a day to keep you up to date with their lives and you’d do the same, even if all you wrote back was the same old staying cooped up in a room until your lover came home. 

Sirius, he felt terrible for you. He knew you were a sweet girl, and for you to be treated like something that regulus couldn’t lose, something that'd always be there, he felt bad for you and was ashamed of his brother. Even with the past history of you two, you both found a way to reconnect as friends after the marriage without making it awkward because you guys were in-laws after all. 

“I’m telling you Moony, Y/n feels like rubbish being with Regulus! All her letters are the same thing, she does the same thing everyday! Stays in his room, that's it!” Sirius exclaimed, angry at his younger brother for treating his wife like that. He and Remus were at the Potter’s (Lily and James, of course). 

“You're right, Pads…but what can we possibly do about it?” 

“I–I don't know–but I will, just give me time! I’ll owl her and ask her to meet me.” 

–

HE WALKED into the room, he was exhausted and he saw that you were too because of your sleeping body on the bed. He smiled to himself, he loved you so much and he just wanted you to feel better. All he wanted in that moment was to wrap his arms around you and not feel you tense, but melt like how you did in fifth year.

The things he would do to have you back and not this ghost, a fake. He still remembered that conversation you both had in the common room that night, your spunkiness and how unexplainable you were to him, he wanted to know you even more than he already did. There was something about you that drew him in, wanting more. And now that he had more, it seemed that you had less. Less energy, less personality, less light, less…love. That was his biggest fear, the day you realized that you no longer loved him and would leave him alone. He couldn’t love in the dark, he needed you, his light. 

You were his light in the end of the dark tunnel, because all you’ve ever done was bring out the best in him. You weren't afraid to push him out of his comfort zone and he was thankful for that, without you he wouldn't have experienced so many of the things he had now, like love. But he was afraid that love was what you were not experiencing. 

He missed the way you sparkled, glistening. You held your hand out to him and he gladly took it, you brought him out of the shadows and introduced him to the spotlight on a stage.

A stage where he and you played the role of the love stricken fools who were too young to know what love was. But he swore to Merlin that this was love, the way your hand felt in his hand was love, the way you rolled your hips against him was love.

But what wasn't love was the way that you'd neglect his touch, the fact when he wrapped his arms around you, you didn't shiver the way you used to, now you shiver with a cold disposition. It was no longer warm, it was freezing. He didn't know what to do to thaw you out? He couldn't figure it out?

What he didn’t know was that you didn't feel like you were living, you felt like you were surviving. 

He wished something or someone would give him a fucking sign! 

That’s when a bird that looked oddly familiar knocked at the window, a letter in its mouth. Regulus looked at it curiously before he reached out to receive the parchment. That’s when he noticed the names.

To: Y/n Black 

From: Sirius Black 

His brow furrowed at his brother's name, “What could he possibly want to tell her?” he scoffed under his breath. 

Carefully he unwrapped the message to read: Hey, Y/n! I noticed that you seemed lonely, so meet me in Diagon Alley at The Leaky Cauldron for a good time!

“Lonely? A good time? What the fuck–I fucking knew it. She’s cheating on me with my own damn brother, of course she would! She was with him first, she’d always choose him over me.” he crumpled the paper up with hatred forming every wrinkle and crack onto the paper. Following, he hurled it into the trash can. Grabbing his coat, he looked back at you sleeping and grumbled under his breath, “I’ll give someone a damn good time tonight and it won’t be you, Mrs. Black.” 

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hi! love ur writing :) i was just wondering if there will be a sequel to this like how steve living his life now that shes gone? thankyou sending lots of love xx

Dancing with your ghost (Tolerate It Pt. 3)

Steve Harrington x Reader - Angst

Pt. 1: Tolerate it

Pt. 2: “So Close”

Summary: After your death Steve tried to continue with his life, but it is very difficult considering that everything reminds him of you and he cannot stop visiting you.

A/N: I'm finally back, and with angst because I like to cry for fictional characters lol. I've been late because I might also do a version with a happy ending (and because, if you haven't noticed, I do this kind of fics based on songs I love and I think it would fit with what's happening in the fic, but I´m also spending hours listening and remembering the lyrics to make it perfect). Thanks for the request!

Based on: Dancing with your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

Warning: Main character death, angst, sadness

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Yellin´ at the sky

Screamin at the world

Baby, why´d you go away?

Steve's footsteps were all that could be heard against the pavement, the loneliness he found himself in was the best company he could count on, a small bouquet of white flowers remained in his hand as he walked up the hill.

It has been weeks since you left, Steve's eyes still filled with tears as he remembers holding you in his arms as he slowly carried you out of the house, the heavy breathing of the boys could be contrasted with the sobbing of the girls. Every night Steve remembers your mother's screams as she held you in her arms trying to wake her little girl, your father holding Steve tightly as he shook him.

How could he not save his daughter?

Steve also asked himself the same question every day, maybe if he had paid more attention he would have seen the signs, maybe if he had stopped to talk to you he could have saved you, maybe…

The man shook his head trying to push those thoughts away. Robin had said that it wasn't healthy, that it would only hurt him even more. She was the only one who had visited Steve after what had happened.

Arriving at the place he was looking for, Steve just sat down on the grass and passed the flowers from one hand to the other trying to control his anxiety, ran his tongue over his dry lips and began to speak.

Never got the chance

To say a last goodbye

I gotta move on

But it hurts to try

The words came naturally from the man's lips, even in these moments you had the gift that let Steve open his soul and tell you everything he was thinking and feeling.

"Sorry I'm late, I've been helping the town with donations, there are still many missing but no one has given up on finding them yet, there is still hope" Steve commented as a greeting.

"You know? Max still cries for you, she can't help but feel guilty even when the guys already told her it was your decision..." The man's brown eyes became crystalline as he took a ragged breath. "She lost a sibling again after all."

Steve ran his hand over his face trying to wipe away the drops falling from his eyes, the scent of flowers permeating between his fingers.

"Every night I listen to the cassettes you left at my house the last time you went over. I can't help but think that if I listen to them long enough you're going to walk in the door like nothing happened" A quiet chuckle comes from the man as he hears his thoughts coming to life through his voice.

You weren't coming back.

"Robin and Vicky are finally dating, Rob says they are just friends but you and I know better, when something happens I promise to come and tell you" Steve smiled at the thought of how much you would love to hear all about the girls. "Your parents are moving out of Hawkins, they can't bear the thought of being here without their daughter...I can't be without you either" He commented as his smile faded and sobs replaced his laughter.

Steve brought his hand back up to his face and hid your mouth behind it in a sad attempt to quiet his moans.

How do I love, how do I love again?

How do I trust, how do I trust again?

"I miss you so much (y/n), there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss everything about you, everywhere I turn I can see you, I can't be at home without thinking of you, I can't be with the kids without breaking down in tears remembering you with them, I swear I try to live but you left an imprint on my life impossible to erase" The man took a big breath of air and continued. "Why did you do it? Why didn't you tell us? We would have come up with a plan, I would have stayed with you to protect you, I would have run faster to be with you, to save you..."

The man's sobs were impossible to hide. Steve had been through so much these past few years and could not take it anymore, he too has suffered for a long time and had finally reached a limit. After all he is human too.

"How much I would give for you to be here, to exchange your place, to hug you one more time, to kiss you one more time" commented Steve in a low voice while he looked at his hands, in one of them were the white flowers he had brought, without more to say he put them in front of the tombstone with your name together with the ones he had brought a few days ago and stood up while he put his trembling hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"I promise not to take long to visit you again, I'll come as fast as I can, okay? Don't forget that I love you, I never stopped loving you. I'll try to bring the cassettes so we can listen to them together" Steve took one of his hands to bring it to his lips and leave a small kiss and then put his hand gently on the tombstone. "I miss you so much (y/n)" The man mumbled like a little kid, then turned around and walked back to his car with pain in his heart.

I put the record on

Wait ´til I hear our song

Every night I´m dancing

With your ghost

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A/N: Well, I tried to stick with the ask as much as I could, more than anything I wanted to emphasize that Steve has been through a lot and that it is necessary for him to get everything out. it's something you don't see in the series and it's necessary to remember. It's small but I think it's what Steve would do.

I hope you like it and I'll try not to disappear so much, college is consuming my life lol.

tags: @lettyshush@ilovetaylorswift1@hcloangcls@obsessed-with-a-fictional-man

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transferred part 17 - atla smau

part 16 | masterlist | part 18 

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know he’s falling for you as well. 

a/n: ahahah a ??? im sorry?? that this took so long?? as you know ive been dying of school and exams and even though ive gotten a couple oneshots out and did my celebration i just have not had the energy to write a whole mf chapter. but it’s here ! after a month of waiting

wc: 4.8k she is a LONG ONE FOLKS prepare yourselves

warning(s): cursing, alcohol and getting drunk, toxic relationships, mentions of cheating, implied emotional abuse, y/n having a breakdown, just an overall mess 

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“Katara, don’t pull so hard!” You exclaimed, reaching a hand up to touch your scalp. You had entrusted your sister with styling your hair for the party tonight, but only after insistent nagging on her part. She had invited — or forced, as you liked to call it — you over to their dorm to get ready for the party that night together and do all kinds of girl talk. You figured this was a trap to get you to talk about you and Zuko, but it’s not like you would deny an opportunity to hang out with some of your favorite girls. 

“Sorry,” she chuckled. “Just think of it as retribution for all the times that you pulled my hair like this when you did my braids.” 

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly and glanced over at Toph and Suki who had already gotten ready but still lounging around the dorm to hang out. “So.” 

“So?” Suki repeated. 

“So when are the questions going to start?” You asked with a small laugh. “I appreciate the invite over here to get ready, but I know you all just wanted to ask me about what’s going with Zuko. So ask away.”

“What happened during that car ride—”

“Has he said anything to you since the kiss—”

“What’s going on at the tea shop—”

“Woah, woah! One question at a time!” you interrupted as they all started going on at the same time. “First off, nothing happened during the car ride. We worked out some miscommunications, and we’re all good. Second — yes, we’ve talked since the kiss, but there’s been nothing groundbreaking. And third, the only thing going on at the tea shop is the tea that we’re serving.”

Toph groaned and shook her head. “Are you serious? That’s so boring!”

“You’re telling me that nothing has happened in the couple of weeks since the kiss? Like, are you sure you’re not in a secret relationship with him and just neglecting to tell us?” Katara asked.

“There’s nothing going on,” you insisted. “As much as I want something to go on, I… haven't’ really said anything either.”

“What?” Suki cried. “You are crazy for him, how have you not tried to make something out of this yet?!”

“I don’t know!” you shot back defensively. “I guess I’m just scared that everything will go wrong.”

“Look,” Suki began as she took a seat on the floor in front of you. “You are kind, funny, gorgeous as hell, and an all around amazing person — and Zuko has it just as bad for you as you do for him! So embrace all of that, get out there tonight, and make a move!”

It had been too long since you had gotten a pep talk from Suki, and it was strangely refreshing. You nodded and sat up. “You know, you’re right! I have just… I’ve been sitting around, waiting for him to make a move because I’m too scared of getting rejected. But I am a delight! I am a lovely person, and I am a delight. Besides, we’re both adults! Even if he doesn’t like me the same way I do—”

“Which he does,” Toph interrupted, which earned her a joking glare.

“Even if he doesn’t like me the same way I do,” you repeated. “We’re still going to be friends. It’ll just be a couple awkward weeks, and then we’ll be back to normal.”

“That’s as close to the spirit as we’re gonna get!” Katara exclaimed as she gave you a high-five.

“It’s about time,” Toph joked as she hit you on the shoulder. “Now, are you gonna get ready or what?”

“Right,” you chuckled. “I did get this super cute dress a while ago that I haven’t gotten a chance to wear. I think it’ll be perfect for tonight.”

“What are you waiting for, girl?” Suki asked. “Show us!”

After showing off your dress, you had finished up the final touches of your makeup and gotten one last pep talk from all of your girls — you were feeling more confident than ever, and you were sure that tonight was the night you would tell Zuko how you felt.

-

Back at the apartment, the boys were going through a similar dilemma.

“Zuko, what are you so scared about?” Sokka was hanging upside down off of the couch, a move he must’ve picked up from his sister, as he questioned his friend.

“I don’t know, everything? She could reject me, she could start to hate me, I could ruin everything that we’ve built over the past few months— you know, it’s not even that bad, what we have right now! What’s the harm in just staying like this?”

“Zuko,” Aang groaned. “I get being cautious, but this is just too much! You’re letting your fears get in the way of you and Y/N being happy. You kissed her, right? And she kissed you back! I’m telling you, if you let her know how you feel tonight then everything will work out. Trust me!”

“Seriously, buddy — it’s just painful at this point. It’ll be kinda weird having one of my friends date my sister again, but somehow, you two being apart is worse. Just tell her already!”

“Okay!” Zuko exclaimed defensively. He finished doing his hair then ran his fingers through it, ruining his work completely. When Sokka gave him a weird look, he shrugged and smiled to himself a bit. “Y/N likes it this way.”

Sokka gestured at him in disbelief and shook his head. “This is exactly what I mean!”

“Okay!” he repeated. Zuko leaned against the kitchen island and nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell her how I feel tonight. After she’s gotten into the party a little, I’ll take her outside and I’ll tell her how I feel.”

“And then you’ll kiss and it’ll be happily ever after!” Aang crooned.

Sokka rolled off of the sofa and stood up, then picked up the car keys from the table. “Someone text the girls, because we’re leaving. I can’t deal with this anymore.”

“You’re gonna do great tonight, Zuko,” Aang reassured as he gave Zuko a pat on the back. “Just remember why you like her in the first place, and speak from the heart. She likes you, so as long as you’re you, things will go great.”

Zuko nodded and gave Aang a small smile. “Thanks. I hope you’re right.”

As the two of them followed Sokka out of the apartment, he took another deep breath and tried to psych himself up. He was sure that tonight was the night he would tell you how he felt.

-

The seven of you regrouped with each other where you would be spending the rest of the night — because a ton of students were expected to celebrate the end of the first semester, the party was being hosted in a warehouse that a couple of kids had rented out for the night. It was more extravagant than the first party you went to in every way — you could hear the music thumping from all the way down the street as you got out of the car.

“Do you think we beat them here?” Suki asked as she helped Toph out. Katara locked the car and looked around, shaking her head as she pointed down the street. Sokka, Aang, and Zuko were all walking up together, having parked a couple cars down.

“They beat us by a minute. Probably broke a hundred different traffic laws in the process.”

“You guys made it!” Aang exclaimed as he gave Katara a kiss on the cheek. “Sokka forced Zuko to let him drive here, said he’s too slow and that he wanted to beat you all.”

“Sounds like him,” Suki joked as she took Sokka’s hand. “You ready, Big Shot?”

“I’m always ready,” he grinned, earning a laugh from you and Katara. Your eyes fell on Zuko as he walked up and you smiled, already starting to feel your cheeks heating up.

“Wow, Y/N, you look…”

“Amazing?” you guessed coyly.

“Breathtaking,” he clarified, the beginnings of a smirk playing on his lips. You laughed and looped your arm through his, and the two of you began making your way towards the party.

The rest of the group shot each other looks that ranged from overjoyed to bewildered to confused. As they started to follow you, they realized that getting the two of you together might be easier than they thought.

-

It wasn’t hard to get into the spirit of the night once you got into the party. There had to be at least a couple hundred people there, but it didn’t take long for everyone to start breaking off into groups. Suki had roped you in karaoke while Aang had taken Zuko to meet some of his friends, giving Sokka, Katara, and Toph time to strategize before setting the plan in motion.

“Okay!” Katara shouted so she could be heard over all the noise. “I don’t think we’re actually gonna have to do that much tonight! Just.. keep him busy for a while and then give him an out, and we’ll do the same with Y/N!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the whole plan. I made it up, remember?” Sokka wasn’t completely focused on the conversation at hand as his eyes darted around the scene, seemingly searching for something. His eyes suddenly lit up and he started to back away from their small group. “There he is! Sorry Katara, gotta go prove to a bunch of freshmen that they don’t know anything and I’m better than them. Aang can handle Zuko!” He grinned at her then ran off into the crowd before Katara could protest.

She sighed and turned to Toph. “Suki’s got Y/N occupied and Aang’s got Zuko, so it looks like it’s just you and me, Beifong. Whaddya wanna do?”

“You’re telling me you don’t want to see your sister embarrass herself with karaoke?” Toph asked.

Katara laughed and grabbed Toph’s hand as she started to lead them through the crowd. “You know what? That sounds perfect. After all the work we’ve done for her and Zuko, I think I deserve to laugh at her for a while.”

-

The first two hours of the party passed by quickly. You spent the first thirty minutes making a fool of yourself with Suki as you sang a couple classics on karaoke — though it was a bit humiliating, you had an amazing time. The second half of the hour went to the beer pong competition that Sokka’s friend Zhen had organized (they did end up winning, so you supposed his pride was well earned), and the next hour was dedicated to dancing, drinking, and letting loose. You had finished the first semester of your masters program, so you felt like you deserved it.

You had stolen away to an emptier corner to give yourself a breather as well as some alone time — you were enjoying yourself, but it was close to claustrophobic in the heat of it all. You were passing the time on your phone when you heard a familiar voice call your name. Your eyes immediately shot up as you tucked your phone into your purse, and you were met with your favorite pair of golden eyes.

“Hey,” Zuko breathed, taking a second to straighten his ruffled clothes. You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips as you ran a hand through his hair to muss it up even further.

“Hey yourself,” you laughed. “What’s so important that you had to run all the way over here?”

“I have something I need to tell you. It actually is really important, but I think it’d go over better if we weren’t in the middle of all this chaos.”

You would be lying if you said that didn’t make your heart beat a little faster, and as you felt your cheeks heat up you realized that this was your chance. “Uh, yeah. Sure, totally— I actually have something I need to tell you, so that’s perfect!”

“Really?”

“Guess we’re just in tune.”

Zuko smiled as he took your hand and started to lead you through the crowd, but when you heard someone calling your name you froze. The blood in your veins turned to ice, and your grip on Zuko’s hand tightened. He shot you a questioning look but you didn’t even see it.

“No,” you muttered, barely legible. “No, not here.”

You almost didn’t want to turn around to confirm your suspicions. You could’ve ignored it, pretended like you didn’t hear it over the sounds of the party, but there was a voice nagging in your head that you couldn’t just ignore it, you had to find out if he was really, truly here — so you did.

You wanted nothing more to be wrong in that moment — honestly, you thought that you were hallucinating at first. You hadn’t had that much to drink, but maybe the alcohol combined with the sleep deprivation was making you see things. Unfortunately, it was real. You could never forget those eyes.

“Hahn,” you mumbled, the sight taking a moment to register. “Hahn, what the hell are you doing here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m here to party, and I’m here to see you.” The grin on his face didn’t waver as he looked you up and down, choosing to ignore the blatant shock on your face.

“You are not here to see me,” you clarified coolly. “We’re not together anymore, and ex-boyfriends don’t make hour-long drives to see their ex-girlfriends, especially ex-girlfriends that they treated like trash.”

“I figured you’d be more happy to see me than this,” he huffed. “Ungrateful as usual.” Hahn seemed to finally notice Zuko and scoffed as he looked at him. “What, is he your new boyfriend? You really downgraded.”

“You have no right to talk to her like that—” Zuko stepped forward to say more but you held out your hand to stop him. You gave him a short nod and stepped forward yourself.

“Hahn, I’m going to ask you one more time.” You could feel your hands shaking, whether it was from rage or fear you didn’t know. Your voice was deadly calm, but it was taking all of your energy to stay that way. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Hahn laughed and crossed his arms. “You’re joking right?” His amusement was a notion that you didn’t share, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably before he continued. “You wouldn’t answer my texts, and you obviously still want me after the things you sent me. My brother had a game here and I came along to see him, so I figured I would pay you a visit as well. You never really officially broke up with me, y’know. Are you really going to let three years go down the drain because of one little incident?”

Now it was your turn to laugh — it was from pure disbelief rather than amusement, though. “Are you serious? Hahn, I left you! I walked out, I moved out, I transferred universities to get away from you! Are you really so dense that you still think you stand a chance based off of some drunk texts?”

“Woah, you think you’re giving me a chance? Y/N/N, this is my olive branch to you — I messed up, I know I did, but that doesn’t mean we can’t fix things up! I could have any girl I wanted back at Kyoshi, but I’m here because I want you — I love you, babe. You know I do.”

“You don’t get to call her ‘babe’,” Zuko snapped. “She doesn’t want you here, so why don’t you just save yourself some trouble and get out of here?”

Hahn snorted and shook his head. “Stay out of this, fireboy. Y/N’s a big girl, she can speak for herself.”

You looked around and saw that a modest crowd was forming around the three of you, and more than a few people were filming. If you didn’t want your relationship problems to become BSSU news, you had to defuse this as soon as possible.

“Listen,” you interrupted. “Zuko’s right, Hahn. It was a mistake to come here — if you’re as smart as you always say, then you would know that. Just.. go home.”

Hahn scoffed as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying. “No, you listen. I’m trying to do you a favor here, Y/N! I made one mistake, and apparently that was enough to ruin everything we had.”

“You know just as well as I do that it wasn’t one mistake!” you cried. “If you can really get any other girl you want, then do it! I mean, that wasn’t a problem for you during our relationship, so I don’t see why it’s a problem now. We’re not getting back together, so just stop!”

“It’s him, isn’t it?” he sneered as he gave Zuko another onceover. “He’s the reason you’re acting like this. I never thought that you would sink so low, but you’ve clearly gone soft. Come on, stop acting like a baby and we can talk this out alone.”

He started to reach for your hand but you pulled it back, and before you knew what you were doing, you had handed your drink to Zuko and your fist was flying right at Hahn’s face. It hurt like hell, but the pure satisfaction from seeing his shock as he recoiled was a painkiller on its own.

“How’s that for soft?” you spat as you rubbed your injured knuckles.

“You.. you bitch!” he yelled, staggering back a few feet as he put his hand over his nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “This is how you repay me after everything? You should be thankful I’m giving you another chance—” he started to reach for you again, but you slapped his hand away. You cast a glance back at Zuko and saw that he had been joined by Sokka and Katara, and knowing that they were with you made all the difference.

“I don’t want another chance!” you shouted. “You are the one that fucked up, you are the one that made my life hell, and you are not the one that gets to give out second chances! I gave you so many chances, and you messed up every single one! Hahn, I never want to see you again. And if you ever try something like this again, if you ever even try and talk to me again, I will do something so much worse. Now do the smart thing and get out!”

You gave him one hard shove to the chest then turned on your heel and ran. It was the coward’s move, you knew it was, but you couldn’t be there anymore. Tears blurred your vision as you pushed through the crowd to get to the back door, heaving shaky breaths once you finally made it outside. You could hear familiar voices yelling and felt the slightest tinge of joy knowing that your younger siblings were giving Hahn hell.

You leaned against the side of the building, pressing the heels of your hands against your forehead to try and stop yourself from having a full on breakdown. You started to count backwards from twenty in your head as your eyes scanned the area for something, anything, to ground you. It helped in the sense that you weren’t about to lose it right then and there, but you were still on the brink. You slid down the wall into a sitting position and hugged your knees to your chest, the tears finally falling.

This was your university, this was your night, this was for you to make new memories and end your first semester, but like everything else he had come in and ruined it. You had no idea how he even found you, how he knew you would even be here, but it scared you.

“Should’ve blocked you as soon as you… fucking asshole… can’t believe..” you mumbled incoherently as you pulled your phone out with shaky hands, blocking and deleting his number. You dropped your phone in your lap and then put your head in your hands, still trying to process everything that happened. You didn’t even look up when you heard someone coming outside, but somehow you immediately knew who it was.

“Hey, Y/N.. Are you.. okay?” Zuko’s voice was full of sympathy but also caution, as if you were a delicate flower you didn’t want to tear.

“Do I look okay, Zuko?” Your words came out much more aggressive than you wanted them to, and you bit your lip. You had always expected his kindness to be a double-edged sword, something he used just to get something from you, but it never was. Not even once. It made sense after what he told you, and it just made him an even better person in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just.. not. Not in the slightest. Hahn was the last person I expected to see tonight.”

Zuko moved over and sat down against the wall with you then hovered his hand above yours, giving you a chance to pull away. When you didn’t move, he set his hand on yours, filling you with the comforting warmth that you missed.

“You don’t need to apologize. What he did was fucked up.” He cracked a small smile. “Punching him was pretty badass though.”

You wiped a tear away and let out a soft laugh. “It was about time I stood up for myself. Our whole relationship was built off of this sick power dynamic that he loved to wield over me. Things were fine for the first few months, of course. He had this douchebag reputation on campus, but I believed that I could change him, that I could be the one to make him settle down, and— and it felt like I had at first! He was the sweetest guy, and he always brought me things and took me out on dates and it was just- it was just a dream. But I should’ve known he was using me. He had never changed, he had just gotten better at hiding those parts of himself.”

“I had zero sense of self worth and he used that. Told me that if I broke up with him I would never find anyone better, always convincing me that I was the one in the wrong, that if I wasn’t so dramatic then we wouldn’t have all these arguments. And the worst thing about it? I believed him. I believed him every time.” Your voice cracked on your last sentence and you could feel yourself getting choked up again. You swallowed hard and tried your best to push your emotions back down. “I was so terrified that he was right, that I would end up alone if I broke up with him, that I stayed. And that was our relationship for the past three years — built off of fear and manipulation.”

“A lot of people wonder why I transferred here. Sure, I did it for my masters, but Kyoshi has a perfectly fine program. I had already established my life there, I had an apartment, lots of friends, and yeah, I was going to go through with it. I was going to get my masters back there, but I… I did it because of him. I left because of Hahn.”

“Y/N. What did he do?” There was a dangerous undertone to his words, and you placed your intertwined hands on his knee. You didn’t want him to do something he would regret, and more selfishly, you needed him here right now.

You closed your eyes and let the question hang in the air for a moment. You hadn’t told anyone the truth of how your relationship ended with Hahn, and this wasn’t how you had pictured telling Zuko. If you were being honest, you didn’t think you would ever tell him — but he deserved to know.

“He cheated.” You said the words so easily, so simply that you almost shocked yourself. It shocked Zuko too; you could see his eyes widen slightly from your peripherals.

“Yeah. He cheated on me. That’s how things ended. After everything I put into that relationship, everything I did for him, everything he took from me… I still wasn’t enough for him. I got home from class one day to find him in bed with another girl, and… that was it. Something inside me just snapped. That was my moment of clarity — no yelling, no crying, no… anything. I just left. A friend let me crash at her place, and that night I started the process of transferring here. I made a promise to myself that I would never let someone like Hahn in again, and… well, now we’re here.” You laughed humorlessly and wiped a tear from your eye.

It was like the breath had been stolen from Zuko’s chest. He had never fully understood why you were so reluctant to open up to people, but this explained it. You weren’t someone who gave out love freely, but you had to Hahn — and the way he had treated that love made him sick. He had ingrained in you the ideal that you couldn’t be loved, only tolerated, and that was why you had such a hard time accepting help from anyone. The thought alone made him want to find Hahn and get him back for everything he had done to you. The only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want to leave you alone.

“Y/N,” he muttered. “I had no idea. Katara and Sokka didn’t even know.. Why did you hold all of this in?”

“Because I was scared, Zuko! I got myself into this mess with a stupid boy that everyone had warned me about, so I felt like I had to get myself out. Even when things took a turn for the worse, I felt like I couldn’t involve anyone else because it was my fault. It was my fault for trusting someone like him, it was my fault for believing all of his lies, it was my fault for not being good enough. And even after everything he did to me, a part of me still missed him.” You let out a laugh that was a touch unhinged. “There’s something seriously wrong with me.”

“Y/N, look at me.” You tore your eyes up from the ground and at Zuko — his golden irises looked the same as the first time you met him and it was oddly comforting.

“There is nothing wrong with you. Okay? And I know it’s easier said than done, believe me, I know, but you don’t need to be scared. I understand why you were so hesitant to share what happened with Hahn, but you don’t need to be. I don’t know how much weight my words have, but I want you to know that you can always tell me what is happening with you. Whether it’s a life changing event or just what you did that morning, I’ll listen to you. You aren’t alone, Y/N, because I’m here for you. I always will be.”

Your eyes widened with surprise as you stared into his own. This was the most sincere you had ever seen Zuko, even more than the night he told you about his life. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you to kiss him, feel that warmth again, forget about what had happened for just a moment.

But as the familiar prick of incoming tears returned, you knew you couldn’t. You were drunk, on the verge of a complete breakdown, and anything that happened between you tonight would be tainted with the memory of Hahn. So with a concentrated effort, you tore your eyes away from his and swallowed, your throat dry and scratchy from the screaming match you had gotten yourself into.

“I don’t think I can spend another minute here. I hate to ask, but.. can you take me home?” you asked quietly. “You might not be able to tell, but I’m not in a state to do anything right now.”

“Of course.” You gave his hand another squeeze to let him know that he hadn’t overstepped, and stood up. The two of you began the walk back to the car and Zuko let go of your hand, shifting so that he could instead wrap his arm around your back. You smiled softly and leaned your head against his shoulder, the gesture a welcome comfort.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He squeezed your shoulder softly in response, a silent notion that said everything he couldn’t.

Tonight had been a wreck, that much was certain. Your past had resurged in the most painful way possible, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get through it alone.

But you weren’t alone this time. You had Zuko.

And with Zuko by your side… you knew you would be okay.

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Thank you both for requesting! I was originally gonna split this up into two posts, one for a good ending and one for a bad ending, but I think I found a way to keep both within this post with how I decided to format it. However, while I was writing Satan's section, I hit the word limit for a post. I didn't even realize that was a thing 😳

Basically, that's why this ask is still gonna be separated into multiple parts, likely 3 but we'll see. I honestly didn't think I'd write this much, but this ask got me so inspired, it's crazy.

So everyone! This is gonna continue off from the pregnancy discovered in this post. If you haven't seen it yet, it's worth a read.

Below is Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi's sections.

Part 2 | Part 3

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Lucifer:

The man thought he was prepared. He thought.

Lucifer expected all different kinds of physical ailments that he would have to help MC cope through; he didn't expect the ailments to be mental.

He noticed it start around her fourth month. Before that point, the demon was surprised at how calm things were. His Love went through the usual struggles of human pregnancy, like the morning sickness in the first trimester, but that was all. Nothing odd had happened and though he was grateful, Lucifer was also suspicious.

The start was subtle. His Love's spirits had been seeming down, despite keeping a cheerful outlook for all the weeks before this. She was happy for this child and it was infectious, easing the Avatar of Pride's worry about fatherhood and making him look forward to this child as well.

That was shattered when the low spirit had suddenly progressed into a heavy depression. MC couldn't even leave their bed most days and getting her to eat had become a challenge for the first brother.

He simply couldn't understand the sudden nose dive in mood and any questioning came up empty. MC didn't know why she felt what she felt and that scared her.

It was the end of that month when the fear really set in though.

Lucifer had a meeting with Diavolo at the castle. He had laid in bed and cuddled his girlfriend close beforehand, giving her a kiss and promising he'd be back in a couple hours.

He had only been gone for 10 minutes when he got a call from Mammon, who was freaking out. The older brother couldn't fully make out what the second brother was saying, but he heard his Love's name in jumble that was his brother's words so he hung up and rushed back home.

Discovered all six of his brothers in his room, trying to calm a panicked MC, who was screaming and crying on the floor.

The demon rushed to her side, trying to calm her down and figure out just what was happening. His Love clung to him and he could feel the her heart beating as if it meant to break free from her chest and the man felt powerless.

Luckily, it only took about a minute of being in his arms for the woman to stop screaming. She cried in his arms for a while and slowly, her heart beat settled.

Lucifer was so confused. What happened and why? The man shooed his brothers out of the room before carrying his Love back to the bed.

Discovers that after he left, an uneasiness set in that quickly turned into blind panic. The woman didn't even notice the brothers or hear any of their attempts to calm her.

To say that the demon was concerned would be an understatement. He had to convene with Diavolo at once for a new reason.

The man laid with his girlfriend till she fell asleep, exhausted from her previous panic.

Lucifer called his friend and apologized for his absence before explaining the situation. Lord Diavolo, now concerned as well, decided to come to House of Lamentation instead.

The two discussed the issue in his study. The lord listened to his friend's predicament before explaining that this was likely a side affect of MC's angel heritage.

Right now, their baby was trying to form its soul along with its body and the demon child needs dark energies to do so. The woman's body is trying to absorb this dark energy for the child, but her repressed angel spirit is trying to repel it all, causing her own body and soul to fight. Her brain is the battle ground.

The reason it triggered in his absence is likely a psychological thing. Lucifer himself, as all demons do, radiate the very dark spiritual energy his child needs so, despite her soul's rejection, her great trust in her boyfriend gives her feelings of safety and has her mind lend support to her body to absorb the energy the baby needs.

To sum it up, his presence is the only thing keeping his girlfriend and child alive right now.

At this news, the man changes up everything about his schedule to stay near MC. He does all his paperwork at the desk in his room instead of in his study, he stops attending RAD the few days a week he still was at that time, made his meetings with Diavolo limited to only the most important work issues and always take place within his study at House of Lamentation. Sometimes he did have to leave her side, like for said meeting or simply because he had to grab food or use the restroom.

During those times, he'd call one of his brothers in to watch her. The demon had discovered that though her trust in them was not as great as it was in him, that trust still provided somewhat of a psychological cushion for her.

However, though their presence prevented full blown panic, it wasn't enough stop her from crying incessantly.

Most of his brothers could not handle her tears so it was usually Beel or Satan that accompanied her during these times.

It was hard for all of the men to watch, Lucifer included. He couldn't help blaming himself, knowing his carelessness had gotten her into this situation. Still, he had to keep it together for her sake.

The months went by and her belly grew. Lucifer missed that excitement he felt in the beginning of all of it when MC glowed with positivity. Now, unlike the times he was smiling and rubbing her belly as the two cuddled and discussed baby names, the emotionally exhausted demon saw it nothing more than a visual timer, reminding him that this will all be over soon.

Good Ending:

After a long nine months of his Love's mental and emotional suffering, the time finally came. It was late at night, around 3am when his Love awoke with labor pains. Lucifer was already awake and at his desk doing paperwork. He immediately called the doctor that Lord Diavolo had recommended for them before approaching his love and trying to calm her. This was it. It will all be over soon and his human will finally be happy once again.

Five and half hours later, the couple was greeted by a beautiful baby girl. The small baby had her mother's hair, her father's red eyes, and a bit surprisingly, her father's black wings. MC cried as she stared down at her daughter; her tears were accompanied by a smile though. A smile. That was enough for Lucifer, who started to tear up at the scene.

"You did so well, Love." He leaned down and kissed his girlfriend's head, staring down at the baby, now drinking from her mama's chest. "I'm so proud of you."

All the days before this were tortuous for the couple, as well as the rest of the House of Lamentation, but finally some happiness was lighting up the household.

The two end up naming their daughter Ksenia.

Bad End:

The demon sighed. He was at his desk, going through paperwork while his Love slept in bed behind him. It was 1am and though that never used to be such a late time for him, these last few months had him exhausted him. His worry and care for his girlfriend took up most of his energy these past few months. MC was already entering her eighth month of pregnancy. The two were just so close to putting this all behind them and being happy. So close.

Lucifer gave a huff and laid his pen down on the desk. His concentration was waning regardless of how much he fought it. He glanced over his shoulder at MC, watching her sleep peacefully. That's the only way she finds peace anymore, by shutting off her mind and losing consciousness. Every waking moment for her is a heavy one and moments she even perceives that she might be alone causes her heart to race in her chest... all she's knows anymore is that pain and sadness yet she pushes on for the sake of their child.

Lucifer stood up and approached the bed, staring down at his Love with a guilty heart. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as he laid his hand on her round belly. There were so many moments during all of this that... he cursed his child for doing this to her. Never aloud, just within the confines of his heart. It was always followed by a reminder that the fault is his own though, not his child's. Their child didn't make any decision nor was it actively trying to hurt their mother. No, this child exists because of him and MC, because of his choices and carelessness. None of the blame truly falls on his child; it falls on himself.

He gave her belly a gentle stroke, a silent apology to the child he felt that he had wronged. Already, he felt that he was making his previous words ring true; he's a terrible father to his child. The night that MC told him she was pregnant, he confessed this fear to her.

"I should have been better. Now what's stopping me from making the same mistakes with our child?"

"Me." She answered, without missing a beat. "Lucifer, you're not alone anymore. This... we can do this together."

He still remembers those words and they roll through his head every time the fear of fatherhood decides to rear its ugly head within his mind. No matter how scared he is on the inside, no matter what happens now, he cannot let himself be engulfed by it all. No. MC needs him now and he refuses to break for her sake.

The demon steps away from the bed and heads towards the door. He shouldn't leave her, he knew that, but sometimes he just had to. It was maddening, confining himself to his room for months on end. Occasionally, and only when his Love is asleep, he allows himself to step away from the room and head downstairs to his office.

Here he sat at his desk, pulling a bottle of demonus from his drawer. It would probably look bad to anyone finding him drinking alone in his office at a time like this, but the man was stressed and he only gave himself the luxury of doing so every two weeks or so.

The man lost track of time while he was down there and before he knew it, the sun was rising. Lucifer sighed before hiding the bottle back in his desk and went back upstairs to join his girlfriend in bed.

Instead, he found her lying on the wooden floor. He raced up, calling her name and pulling her into his arms to better check her.... she was cold. The demon's eyes widened as he checked for a pulse. None... no pulse, no breath...his Love was gone.

Later, he finds out what happened from Barbatos, who checked into the past for him. His Love awoke in a panic after a nightmare to find herself all alone. The usual panic from that compounded with the fear from the nightmare and it was too much for her heart, causing her to have a heart attack. No one heard her because her last moments were filled with her desperately trying to mute herself because she didn't want him or his brothers to hear and burden them with herself once more.

Lucifer was completely torn about this. In the space of a couple hours, he lost both his girlfriend and his daughter (Barbatos told him) because he left his room at the worst opportunity and because he didn't know she felt that way. The emotionally exhausted man never knew she saw herself as a burden. It never occurred to him that she could actually have believed such a ridiculous thing. But he should have. He should have spoke out more. As many times as he told he loved her, as many times as he told her everything would be okay, he never told her specifically that it was okay to lean on him because he didn't know that she needed to hear that.

And now they're gone. And now Lucifer has to live with feeling like he was both a bad father and a bad boyfriend.

Mammon:

It all started off pretty simple in theory: morning sickness

MC's morning sickness was strong and unfortunately, didn't just happen in the mornings.

The two had to skip a lot of school days at RAD. Lucifer allowed this, but had a hell of a time negotiating with their teachers, especially Mammon's, so they aren't penalized too much for this.

MC really couldn't eat breakfast. Or lunch for that matter. If she tried, she'd end up puking it up before even finishing the meal.

She could eat dinner, but it had to be something pretty light for her stomach.

It became so much more complicated as the pregnancy progressed.

Morning sickness usually ended during the first trimester, but it never actually stopped for MC. In fact, the farther she got into her pregnancy, the less her body could keep down.

This freaked Mammon out and he kept running to Lucifer, asking if there's something, anything he can do to help this.

For a while, all he could do was comfort his weakened human... but it was hard.

During her sixth month, it was hard to even look at MC some days because, despite being pregnant and her belly sticking out, the woman had actually lost weight since becoming pregnant; other than her growing belly, she was all skin and bones. Her legs, arms, even her face, all boney and sunken. She started to look as if the life was being sucked out her.

Somehow, the human stayed cheerful. Honestly, her boyfriend didn't understand it; their baby was practically starving her, but she still smiled.

The only time she showed any fear was when she'd tell Mammon how worried she was for their baby; she hadn't felt it kick yet and she was worried it was too weak to do it.

Everytime she spoke this worry, Mammon would hold her close and start rubbing her belly.

"Now, don't go talking like that." He leaned in and laid a kiss to her temple. "Baby is gonna fine."

"But they--"

"But nothin', babe. You know it's a bit on the early side for that anyhow."

"It's early for others to feel something, but I should have felt something before this, a flutter or something but they--"

Tears poured down her cheeks, breaking her man's heart. Mammon froze for a moment before leaning in with a kiss.

"A-Are you sure they'll be okay?" She sniffled, looking up into his eyes.

"Of course, you think I'd lie to you?" He asked before giving her belly a gentle rub. "Look how our kid has grown already! If something went wrong, they wouldn't still be growing, now would they?"

"I... I guess."

Despite everything he said, the Avatar of Greed was scared shitless. What if she was right and something already went wrong? What if he already failed her and his kid? Those thoughts were too much for him though so he did whatever he could to push them aside.

It was during her seventh month when Lucifer discovered a potion she could try, one that could help with the nausea and help her keep more food down.

Mammon had to give it to her every morning, but it helped her keep most of her meals down and regain her strength.

The first few days, they kept her on light meals just in case, but afterwards, she had free reign to eat whatever she craved.

This was when the late night food runs started happening. In all honesty, Mammon never thought he'd be so grateful to be woken up at 2am to get weird food combos like ice cream and beef jerky (MC seemed to have a thing for sweet 'n salty food combos).

Things were finally starting to seem okay; MC was eating, regaining her weight, and just seemed so happy. Not forced positivity, but some real happiness.

Then, around half way done with her 7th month, it happened. MC was sitting in the living room with Mammon and a couple of his brothers she suddenly gasped.

"M-Mammon!"

The man jumped up and rushed to her side. All of the brothers were now standing too, alarmed.

"Shit! What's wrong??"

She grabbed his hand his hand and laid it on her belly. He gave her a confused look for a moment till it happened. A kick! Their baby actually kicked!

MC cried, but also smiled as she saw his face light up.

"Holy-- see! I told you our kid was alright!" He grinned. "Just goes to show that you need to be trusting The Great Mammon more!"

The other brothers settled back down in their seats. Beel actually smiled at the happy couple, grateful that things seem to be turning around for them.

Good Ending:

The rest of the pregnancy went smoothly, thanks to the potion. The couple's worries seemed to disappear for the most part. MC was eating again and healthier; their baby was kicking and seemed pretty lively. There were even nights where the kid kept their mother up (and in turn, their father) with all their kicks and movements, but they were glad to trade sleepless nights for the confirmation that their child was healthy too.

It was her 39 week, just barely missing the nine month mark, when MC went into labor. Mammon panicked in the beginning, causing MC to have to calm him down through her labor pains. The demon eventually got a grip on himself and started helping his girlfriend. After six hours of labor, the couple was greeted with a baby girl, who had her daddy's white hair, her mama's eyes, and surprisingly, two little nubs on her head, which will likely grow into horns just like her dad's. The couple cried along side their bundle of joy. Mammon leaned down and kissed his Human.

"You did so good, Babe. Just look at our girl there."

Most of the pregnancy... it definitely wasn't easy, but when the couple stared down at their little girl, they knew it was all worth it.

The couple ended up naming their daughter Cassia.

Bad End:

It was during the beginning of MC's eighth month when she went into labor. Mammon still remembers her panicked tears as she kept saying over and over that it was too soon. The second born had Lucifer call the doctor as he just held her close and tried to calm her. He gave his all to stay calm himself, but his Human's fear and pain really broke him down inside to the point where he'd have to quickly wipe a tear of his own away before she saw it.

In the end, MC's body was just too weak. Even though she recently had been able to regain some of her strength, it didn't erase the months before that of her body being near starved. The doctor was barely able to save his daughter. Mammon can still remember the look on his girlfriend's face when their girl entered the world, a weak smile of relief. She went to say something, but suddenly exhaled her last breath, leaving her body permanently stilled.

And just like that, he lost the only person who he felt gave a damn about him. He remembers collapsing in on himself while his brothers only saw him stare far away into space. He remembered when his younger brothers started throwing insults and blame his way, saying his stupidity killed her. And he remembered throwing himself against the brother closest to him, later noticing it to be Belphie, just punching him and crying. This shocked them to the point that no one, not even Beel stepped up to stop him for the longest moment. This wasn't Mammon. Mammon never laid a hand on his brothers.

Lucifer was the one who snapped out of it first and pulled the second born off of Belphie. The room was silent as he cried, practically in unison with his daughter in the other room. That was the moment where each of his brothers started to realize just how much Mammon loved MC. All of the brothers cared about her and were hurting from her death, but this was first moment where they really took the Avatar of Greed seriously with his own feelings.

The Brother's were a lot softer with Mammon from then on. No matter what he stole from them, no matter how much debt he racked up, they kept a certain tenderness in their heart for the brother who lost it all with MC's death.

As a dad... Mammon tried his best. No one doubted that, even when the other brothers had to jump in to feed the girl or quiet her cries while her father either cried in bed or searched for some sort of distraction to calm his mind. Looking at Cassia... it was hard for the dad. He'd look down into her eyes, the same eyes she got from her mother, and could only think about how MC should be there with him now... but how she's not.

As a baby and toddler, Cassia was mostly raised by Asmo and Beel. As a child, she had gotten closer with her Uncle Lucifer. Mammon was a loving, but distant dad who constantly tore himself down even when his brothers no longer did.

Leviathan:

Levi and MC got a good five months before facing any major difficulties.

Outside of the morning sickness in the beginning, everything was pretty calm with the pregnancy till then

And what happened at this point in time... honestly, no one could have predicted this.

The two were sitting in his room, each reading their own chosen manga.

When the woman had risen from his side, the otaku didn't really give it any thought, just assumed that she needed to go pee or grab another pillow.

It wasn't till heard a splash to his left that he looked up from his book and saw his pregnant girlfriend at the bottom of his giant fish tank.

Panicking, the demon dropped his book his and rushed up to the top of fish tank. He didn't even notice that he transformed into his demon form before jumping in and swimming down to the human

He quickly swam up with her and carried her back out and onto his floor.

"Shit shit!" The man stared down at the unconscious human, brain being uncooperative as he realised they were not breathing. Then it clicked and Levi put both hands on his Human's chest and repeatedly pressed down, starting CPR.

When his girlfriend eventually coughed up the water in her lungs and came to, he nearly fainted in relief.

He scooped her into his arms and started crying.

"W-What were you thinking???"

The demon didn't understand what just happened. His Henry almost drowned. And she was the one threw herself in! Was she trying to kill herself? Was the whole pregnancy and parenthood stuff getting too scary for her? Was he not taking care of her good enough? Oh devil... what if she thinks he's gonna be a bad dad and just wants to end it all now??

As the Avatar of Envy always did, he thought of the worse outcomes that he could blame himself for.

"I... Levi, what happened?"

??!!

"What do you mean, what happened? You tried to drown yourself!"

The woman's eyes went wide and she frantically shook her head.

"I... no! I would never do that to our baby!"

Even now, she wasn't even thinking of her own life. Just their child's. Levi was scared for their kid's life too, but got so panicked over her's that he didn't mention it before.

As he looked down into her horrified expression, the demon knew she was telling the truth. Or, at least she believed she was.

For a second, the man doubted what he just saw, just experienced. Her drenched hair and clothes were the only things that cemented him in the knowledge that he was right.

But then why did she sincerely believe differently?

Levi texted Lucifer that there was an emergency and needed him in his room now before he helped MC get changed out of her wet clothes.

By the time Lucifer came to the room, MC was in Levi's pj pants and one of his tshirts with a blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm.

Lucifer could sense something different with MC the moment he entered the room. As a demon skilled with magic and curses, he could sense the energy shift within her

And once his younger brother explained what had happened, it had all clicked into place for the first brother. Granted, it was just a theory at this stage, but all signs still pointed to it.

The situation seemed to be a side affect of her pregnancy and a magical one at that. Her baby needed something that they weren't getting so they took the reigns and made their mother give it to them.

That something? Water. The baby seems to have inherited they're father's affinity for water.

Levi was frozen where he and MC sat on the couch.

Basically what the third brother was hearing was that this was his fault, that he almost lost his girlfriend and baby because he has a connection to water.

The demon was ready with a slew insults to express his self blame, but was stopped by MC's quick kiss.

"Hey... none of that." She said softly. "It's okay, it's not your fault. Besides, you saved me."

She knew her boyfriend well enough to know when he was gonna tear himself down but this... she couldn't let him blame himself for something this big.

As per Lucifer's advice, MC started lounging in the bath a couple times a day to see if that would curb her baby's need to be surrounded by water. And surprisingly, it worked.

But as her pregnancy progressed and her belly grew, so did her need to be in water. She'd be fine for a few weeks then suddenly there would be another fish tank incident (though luckily, Levi would stop her before she would even get her feet wet) and her boyfriend would rush her to the bathtub. Each time this happened, the amount of sessions and length of said sessions in the bath increased.

In all honesty, it probably wasn't good for her skin to lay in water so much, but considering this was a life or death situation for her and the baby, it was worth dealing with pruney skin.

It got to the point where it felt like most of her day was spent in the tub and the woman hated it.

Actually ended up convincing Levi to join her for some sessions and loved snuggling up to her boyfriend in the tub.

Honestly, it was something the human wanted to continue between them even after her pregnancy.

Levi had to keep a close eye on her for the remaining months, which was stressful for the otaku, who couldn't really indulge in his usual hobbies, knowing he'd get too absorbed and possibly miss it the moment she needs him.

Still, the demon took care of his Henry well.

Good End:

The woman so ready to birth this baby. MC was so tired of spending her days in the bath tub and being sore and pruney so when the day came, she was nervous, but relieved. She was about a week overdue when her water broke and she went into labor. Levi was a nervous wreck for a most of it, but MC was very patient with him, despite her pain.

After six and half hours of labor, MC held their baby boy in her arms. Levi just stared in wonder at his son. His son. Who would of thought this would ever happen? If you would have told him before he met MC that he'd be a dad someday, he would of said something was wrong with you. If you would of said it after they started dating, he would of told you there was no way MC would wanna give him such a gift.

But there he was, staring down at the son that MC spent hours pushing out and even almost drowned once, just to bring him into this world. This... MC really was amazing.

"Do you wanna hold him?" She smiled at her boyfriend, breaking his thoughts.

The man tensed up, but gave a shy nod.

His girlfriend explained how to hold the baby before setting their son in his arms and telling him to make small adjustments. Levi stared down at his child, who had his hair and MC's eyes. Heck, the little boy even had a tail just like his. The man started tearing up and the human laughed.

"Don't... I'm not crying, I swear..."

After reviewing some of the baby names they talked about, the couple decided on the name Kai.

Bad End:

MC was halfway through her seventh month when it happened. They had recently had another incident of the woman finding her way to the fish tank and had to adjust her bathing schedule again. Bad news: MC had to spend another two hours in the tub each day. Good news? The woman should be incident-free for another couple weeks.

This was why Levi felt it was okay to leave the house, something he rarely felt like doing. He used to never mind spending most of his time in his room. Before this pregnancy, it was his safe haven, where he retreated into in order to avoid all of his troubles and the judgement that he felt he got from the world. Since MC has been pregnant though, that has been the room she spent all her time in, especially since things got... complicated.

His room was no longer a safe place; on the contrary, it was where all of his stress and fears lied. He still powered through it most days for MC's sake, but on transition days where the pattern showed her to be safe, he'd leave the house to go to the comic book store (which also sold manga). He made sure his brothers would keep checking up on her while he was gone.

But they didn't. For a variety of reasons, none of this brothers checked in on her until it was too late. Lucifer was busy working in his study. Mammon left for his modeling gig. Satan was out plotting things with Mephisto. Asmo was in his room, talking on the phone with someone while he did his nails. Beel was in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner and fighting the urge to just eat the ingredients. Belphie was asleep.

Eventually, Beel made his way to Levi's room to check on MC and found her floating face-down in the fish tank. Levi didn't come home until an hour after she was found. He started heading to his room when Lucifer stopped him and called him into the living room. His heart sank when he entered and saw all his brothers sitting around the room. Asmo was crying. Mammon was pretending not to be. The rest of his brothers simply look depressed.

Apparently, MC skipped a bath time while he was gone. She was just so on edge and didn't want to force herself into the water yet. The baby did though. And now they are both gone.

And just like that, the third brother was alone again. Levi locked himself in his room for months after her death, not leaving for school or to even eat. His brothers brought his meals to his room, but he often needed encouragement to eat. The man just wanted to cave into himself and hide away from it all, but the one place he could hide was the same room the human he loved died in... because he wasn't there to comfort her and have her take her bath.

He was so utterly alone. No Henry. No baby. And he felt that he had no one to blame but himself.

~

Part 2 | Part 3

[a-furry-perhaps]

We care about you

Hello everyone! Before I begin a quick disaclaimer. I'm not the best at writing. To be percise I am terrible because english isn't my first language :,). BUT I will try my best. And please Check the VN out it's amazing so far and deserves more attention!

What if in the furry Visual Novel Violet Memoir the protagonist, Wallace, has a brain tumor and he's trying to keep it a secret from his friends but a certain Possum finds out?

WARNING: DESCRIPTION OF A ROTTING BODY, CRYING, MENTIONING OF A TUMOR, MENTIONING OF DEATH, SELF-HATRED SPEECH

Why am I hiding it from them?

I can trust them. They have only been kind towards me and showed that they care about me. So why am I hiding it from them? Is it because I'm scared that they would be disgusted by me? Or that they will maybe hate me if I tell them? No, that's not possible.. right?

I look outside of the window for a few seconds, blink and than look away. I am currently sitting in a more isolated area of the library waiting for Leigh. Originally the entire group wanted to meet here for the project but they were all busy except Leigh and Me. So we decided that we two would work on the project and would try to do as much as possible.

I look at the window again but this time focus on my reflection. I see myself but my head looks like it's slowly rotting.. like a corpse withering away. Because I see myself dead already. I'm not sure how long until the tumor kills me but probably not long. I most likely won't be alive when the group needs to present the project. And that's unfair.

"You're useless", I whisper to the reflection in the window that represents my future. "You're completly useless, Wallace. They don't need you. They don't want you. They will probably will be relieved when they find out that you will be gone soon." It felt like I wasn't saying those things but someone else was saying those things through my body. Just like a puppet.

It kept saying those harsh things and it got louder with each second. Just as it was about to say something else, another voice was heard.

"Kid?" The voice was shakey and filled with concern and worry. A few seconds of agonizing silence passed before the voice spoke again. "Kid, what happened? What do you mean with all those things?" I turned around to make sure it's who I believe it is. Leigh.

He had his usual outfit. A black leather jacket with a red shirt underneath and black Jeans. He looked at me with so much worry and concern like he actually cares about me. But it's just an act.

Before I even had the chance of saying something he dashed towards me and scooped me up in his arms and held me tightly. He was shacking, his breathing was slightly hitched and he held me so tight that I thought I might suffocate. "Please. Please don't say stuff like that because it's not true. We are so glad you're here. I am glad you are here. We may have known eachother for only a few days but around you I can be myself. I haven't been able to do that in quite some time so please don't say that you don't matter because you do." He said all of that in one go. I needed a few seconds until his words hit me but when they did I started tearing up. He cares about me. Actually cares about me. They all do. Luckily we were in a secluded area so no one heard my cries of happiness.

After a few minutes I finally calmed down and we pulled aways from each other. I looked at his face and he had tears in his eyes. We both sat down and there was an awkward silence between us until he finally started speaking. "Do you wanna talk about it, Wallace?" He was beeing very careful with his words. I wasn't in a state to actually say it but I could maybe show him the X-ray picture. I opened my phone and went to my Gallery. I searched for about fifteen second until I finally found it. I clicked on it and I gave Leigh my phone. He took it with slight confusion but when he looked at it his confused face turned into one of shock. He just stared at it and said nothing. It felt like everything was staying still. Not even the winds blew or the birds chirped outside. It was making me sick. He finally put the phone on the table and gently pulled me into his arms. My head was resting against his chest so I was able to hear his rapid heartbeat. He said nothing just held me there. It was comforting. So comforting. After a few minutes passed he whispered in my ear only one question: "How long do you have?" It was straight forward to the point. I stayed silent at first but eventually answered. "I'm not sure but the doctor said not long so maybe one or two weeks?" The moment I finished my answer, he flinched and his grip got tighter on me. "It's not fair", he started, "it's not fair that someone like you has to suffer this much. You are too young to leave this world. Isn't there really a cure for your tumor?" I just shaked my head no since I didn't trust my voice at all at the moment.

We sat there for what felt like hours until he stood up. "I promise I'm gonna make those weeks the best of your life. And if you allow me to tell me my sister, she would also spend time with you. The same with the group. Am I allowed to tell them", he asked with so much warmth in his voice that my knees got weak. "Um, yeah, yes. You can tell them. I guess it will be better this way. But you don't have to-", before I could finish my sentence he interupted me. "Of course I do! We are not gonna leave you alone in the dark! Especially me!" It was filled with so many emotions that one sentence. I just nodded at him with slight shock. He took my arm and started to pull me towards the Exit of the library, the project completly forgotten but that doesnt matter anymore.

I am gonna spend the rest of my life with my newly made friends.

[purplebass]

Congratulations on 8.8k!! That's seriously so cool and you deserve every follower - you are so sweet 💗 I was wondering if you could do 📝 for Will, James and Lucie with the prompt “Do I make myself clear?” and I know we haven't been mutuals for a long time but maybe also 👀 - if not it's okay! Thank you and congrats again :-)

Hi! I know this comes too late (you sent this ask in August!) but I’m done with this prompt. I loved writing this because I love writing Will as a dad with young Lucie and James. I hope you like this 💜

Characters: Will Herondale, Lucie Herondale, James Herondale Rating: T Title:  A Walk In The Park

At 32 years old, Will Herondale could say he was satisfied of how his life had turned out. He was married to the person he loved. She wasn’t just his partner, but also his best friend. After they got married, Tessa had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to have children due to her demonic heritage. He had seen how her eyes followed the other children at the Institute.

“Wouldn’t you like a child, Will?” she asked one morning after breakfast. They had just been left alone after Will’s sister Cecily and their friend Charlotte had excused themselves because they had to take care of their children.

Will’s eyes widened. He tried to wear a neutral expression, and not betray any emotion. “I wouldn’t be against having children, of course,” he had said. “But I’m also happy like this.”

He had taken her hand in his. It was silent comfort. Tessa knew that Will was happy either way, and so was she. “So am I,” she had agreed, but there was a melancholic undertone in her voice.

Eventually, James came along.

He was unexpected. After years of trying and not succeeding, he was almost a miracle. A gift. Will had hugged Tessa and turned her body around the drawing room out of excitement, the day that they knew.

“I’m sorry, Tess,” he stopped after a few seconds. “I still haven’t realized that you,” he had looked above and shook his head in disbelief. “We are having a child.”

“Yes, we are,” she echoed, and they had both cried of joy afterwards. And not only then. Every time it was brought up around guests that Will and Tessa were having a child, he would tear up. No one said anything, because they knew that it might not have happened at all.

One year later, came Lucie.

Will thought that fate had been already too kind to them, by making James be born into this world. When Tessa found she expected Lucie, he thought that maybe they had done something nice to deserve another precious gift.

“I would be eternally grateful to whoever granted us with these two amazing children,” he told Tessa one night, while they were about to fall asleep.

She was reading a book, so she had to think a few seconds before realizing his words. “Will, cariad. There is no one to thank but ourselves.”

Will, understanding what she meant, had smirked. “Of course, Tess, I know. I was just saying…”

She chuckled, but her face contorted in pain a moment later, and she touched her already big stomach. “Ouch.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The baby just kicked,” she explained. “What…” she exclaimed, closing her eyes. “She wants to make her presence known. Here, touch.” Tessa had grabbed his hand, and put it over the spot where the baby had just not so nicely grazed her insides with their feet.

“I felt it!” Will had said excitedly, and they were happy.

Six years went by, and James and Lucie had grown. They were six and five now, and couldn’t be more cheerful and curious to discover the world. Especially Lucie, who seemed to like birds and insects a lot. James was more on the shy side. He had already learned how to read and was often alone with his head on a book. But that morning, their father had promised them that they would go to Regent’s Park to enjoy fresh air and be together. They’d also have a picnic on the grass. It would be just the three of them. Tessa, had told them that Cecily needed help with something and she offered to help, so she wouldn’t come. The kids rarely left the Institute these days because it had rained a lot in London, and they were always excited to go out whenever they could. They also loved spending time with their father, of course.

Will’s eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. He felt a little hand on his face before he heard the voice. “Papa, wake up!” said Lucie. “I told you that he forgot,” she lamented, but kept touching his face.

“He never forgets anything, Lucie. He’s going to wake up soon, I’m sure,” James told her. He seemed sure of it, maybe because it was the truth. Will never forgot any appointment he had, and he wouldn’t forget a date with his children either.

Will tried not to smile, but it was difficult. Lucie had started pinching his cheek, and he was about to move his cheek, because her hands were getting angry at his face.

“Papa!” Lucie almost shouted, but she was quieted by Tessa, who had sat down on the bed.

“Will, you better wake up,” she told him. “Or you’ll be late.”

He opened his eyes abruptly, and Lucie gasped. “Papa!” she said again.

And Will smiled.

One hour later, the trio left the Institute. Lucie held Will’s hand, while James held Lucie’s, since their father hand was holding a picnic basket in his other hand. They were talking about some thing their cousins had done while they walked towards the park, and he was grateful that his kids weren’t as chaotic as Cecily’s or Charlotte’s. When they finally approached their destination, Will stopped and looked at James and Lucie.

“Alright, Lucie. James. I’ve told you before we went out, but I want to tell you again,” he began, glancing at his children with seriousness. “We’re not going to the lake; do I make myself clear? That’s the only place that’s off limits.”

“Why, papa?” James asked innocently.

“Because there are ducks at the lake, James,” Lucie reminded him. “And you don’t like ducks either.”

James shrugged. “I guess ducks are okay.”

Will frowned, and Lucie continued. “James, are you taking the duck’s side?!”

He was amused for sure. He was comforted that Lucie had his back, but he wouldn’t say it out loud. The truth was that James had also disliked ducks for a while, until he had moved past from his fear. He didn’t know how he had managed to do it, but he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to forget it until the day he died. And not even then.

“Of course not!” James exclaimed, making a couple turn their heads towards them and frown.

They entered the park then, and roamed around until they were tired, and needed a break. A food break. Lucie and James arranged the blanked on the grass, and set up the things that their cook, Bridget, had prepared for them.

“She also made lemon tarts!” Lucie said with glee.

“We have to eat these other things first, Luce,” James chided her, and grabbed a sandwich.

Will grinned, then he also started eating his food. It had been a fantastic day. James and Lucie were enjoying the sun and the flowers and the trees at the park. They had avoided the lake with the ducks, of course, but he still felt like something was about to…

“Papa,” Lucie said abruptly. She was about to let her sandwich fall on the blanket. She was startled, nervous. He couldn’t say. James stopped eating as well, and looked at his sister.

“What’s wrong, Luce? Do you need water? Do you need the bathroom?”

Lucie shook her head. She was glancing at her father’s side, and he feared to ask what she was seeing. “Papa, behind you…”

At that point, James also directed his stare to Will’s shoulder. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in surprise, or worry. “Papa, beware!” he said.

Will turned his head slowly. There was a duck by his side, and he was about to bite his sandwich. It was too sudden, and Will gasped, rose to his feet, and retreated a few feet from the blanket and his kids. James and Lucie didn’t say anything as they stared at the duck who had joined their feet, and was finishing Will’s food. Luckily there wasn’t anyone around.

Will thought he was silly. Why did those ducks cause him so much distress? It was just an aquatic bird! They didn’t even fly. He could just… the duck eventually left. Thankfully.

“Papa, the duck has eaten everything,” Lucie said.

“I guess he likes tuna,” James agreed. “But, papa. Are you… okay?”

Was he? “By the angel, Will Herondale. Get a grip,” he whispered to himself and managed a smile. “Yes, papa is completely fine,” he said as he walked back to his children. “But I see my food is not.” The duck had left a few crumbs on the otherwise pristine blanket.

“Do you want to go back, papa?” Lucie asked.

“Because of the duck? No, Lucie. I promised you we’d spend the entire day here, and a duck won’t stop us.”

“Not even a family of ducks?” James wondered next, looking on the right.

“What?”

But he was kidding, and the three of them laughed. He didn’t tell his kids, but he was scared for a moment that James wasn’t joking.

Will really kept his promise. At six pm, the kids were back at the Institute, happier than they had been once the day had started. Luckily for them, no duck had bothered their lunch or their walks around the park afterwards. And of this, their father was really grateful.

“Did you have fun?” Tessa asked once they were eating their dinner.

“Yes!” both James and Lucie said, and their parents could see the joy in their eyes.

“My favorite part was when dad was attacked by a duck,” James said, making Will almost choke on his food.

Tessa gazed at him, and he blinked. He was also grinning. “Oh, really? Your father had a close encounter with a duck?”

“Yes!” James confirmed. “He was eating his sandwich and the duck came behind him.”

“But we saved him,” Lucie added. “Before the duck would scare papa.”

“Ah, nice,” Tessa nodded. She looked at her husband again, but he was silently eating his food.

“I’m here because of James and Lucie,” Will said after he finished. He glanced at his daughter and his son. They had already forgotten about the conversation, focused on their plates. Tessa took his hand under the table, and she smiled at him, and murmured an I love you. He murmured it back.

At 32, Will was satisfied of how his life had turned out. This was a fact. What was he most grateful for? His family, no doubt. And not even an hungry duck could change his mind.

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 17

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Harry manages not to shout out, but it is a close thing. The little creature on the bed had large, bat-like ears, and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls and for some reason, Harry associates the green of the creature's eyes with (Y/n)'s green eyes.

As they stare at each other, Harry hears Dudley's voice from the hall.

"May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

The creature slips off the bed and bows so low that the end of its long, thin nose touches the carpet. Harry notices that is wearing what looks like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm - and leg - holes.

"Er - hello," says Harry nervously.

"Harry Potter!" says the creature in a high-pitched voice Harry is sure would carry down the stairs. "So long Dobby wanted to meet you, sir . . . Such an honor it is . . ."

"Th - thank you," says Harry, edging along the wall and sinking into his desk chair, next to Hedwig, who is asleep in her large cage. He wants to ask, "What are you?" but thinks it sounded too rude, so instead, he says, "Who are you?"

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," says the creature.

"Oh — really?" says Harry. "Er — I don't want to be rude or anything, but — this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom."

Aunt Petunia's high, false laughs sounds from the living room. The elf hangs his head.

"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," says Harry quickly, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"

"Oh, yes, sir," says Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir . . . it is difficult, sir . . . Dobby wonders where to begin . . ."

"Sit down," says Harry politely, pointing at the bed.

To his horror, the elf bursts into tears - very noisy tears.

"S - sit down! he wails. "Never . . . never ever . . . "

Harry thinks he hears the voices downstairs falter.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything -"

"Offend Dobby!" chokes the elf. "Dobby had never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal -"

Harry, trying to say Shh! and look comforting at the same time, ushers Dobby back to the bed where he sits hiccoughing, looking like a large and very ugly doll. At last, he manages to control himself, and sits with his great eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery adoration.

"You can't have met many decent wizards," said Harry, trying to cheer him up.

Dobby shakes his head. Then, without warning, he leaps up and starts banging his head furiously on teh window, shouting, Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Don't - what are you doing?" Harry hisses, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed - Hedwig had woken up with a particularly loud screech and is beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage.

"Dobby has to punish himself, sir," says the elf, who had gone slightly cross-eyed. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir . . ."

"Your family?"

"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir . . . Dobby is a house-elf - bound to serve one house and family forever . . ."

"Do they know you're here?" asks Harry curiously.

Dobby shudders.

"Oh, no, sir, no . . . Dobby will have go punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir -"

"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"

"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby will have to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments . . ."

"But why don't you leave? Escape?"

"A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free . . . Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. . . ."

Harry stares. "And I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks," he says. "This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can't anyone help you? Can't I?"

Almost at once, Harry wishes he hadn't spoken. Dobby dissolves again into wails of gratitude.

"Please," Harry whispers frantically, "please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you're here -"

"Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby . . . Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew . . ."

Harry, who is feeling distinctly hot in the face says, "Whatever you've heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I'm not even top of my year at Hogwarts: that's Hermione, she -"

But Harry stops quickly, because thinking about Hermione is painful.

"Harry potter is humble and modest," says Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. "Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named -"

"Voldemort?" asks Harry.

Dobby claps his hands over his bat ears and moans, "Ah, speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name!"

"Sorry," Harry apologizes quickly. "I know a lot of people don't like it. My friend Ron -" Harry stops again. Thinking about Ron is painful, too.

Dobby leans towards Harry, his eyes wide as headlights. "Dobby heard tell, he says hoarsely, "That Harry Potter and (Y/n) (L/n) met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago . . . that Harry Potter and (Y/n) (L/n) escaped yet again."

Harry nods and Dobby's eyes suddenly shine with tears.

"Ah, sir," he gasps, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he is wearing. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already. But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he doesn't have to shut his ears in the oven door later . . . Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

There is a silence, broken only by the chink of knives and forks from downstairs and the distant rumble of Uncle Vernon's voice.

"W-what?" Harry stammers. "But I've got to go back - term starts on September first. It's all that's been keeping me going. You don't know what it's like here. I don't belong here. I belong in your world - at Hogwarts.

"No, no, no," squeaks Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flap. "Harry Potter must stay where his is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger."

"Why?" Harry asks in surprise.

"There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispers Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"

"What terrible things?" says Harry at once. "Who's plotting them?"

Dobby makes a funny choking noise and then bangs his head frantically against the wall.

"All right!" cries Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. "You can't tell me. I understand. But why are you warning me?" A sudden, unpleasant thought strikes him. "Hang on - this hasn't got anything to do with Vol - sorry - with You-Know-How, has it? You could just shake or nod," he adds hastily as Dobby's head tilts worryingly close to the wall again.

Slowly, Dobby shakes his head.

"Not — not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir —" But Dobby's eyes are wide and he seems to be trying to give Harry a hint. Harry, however, is completely lost.

"He hasn't gotten a brother, has he?" Harry asks.

Dobby shakes his head, his eyes wider than ever.

"Well then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts," says Harry. "I mean, there's Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, don't you?"

Dobby bows his head.

"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's  powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sir" — Dobby's voice drops to an urgent whisper — "there are powers Dumbledore doesn't . . . powers no decent wizard . . ."

And before Harry can stop him, Dobby bounds off the bed, seizes Harry's desk lamp, and starts beating himself around the head with earsplitting yelps.

A sudden silence falls downstairs. Two seconds later, Harry, heart thudding madly, hears Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, "Dudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!"

"Quick! In the closet!" hisses Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door, and flinging himself on the bed just as the door handle turns.

"What - the - devil - are - you - doing?" says Uncle Vernon through gritted teeth, his face horribly close to Harry's. "You've just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke . . . One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy." Uncle Vernon stomps flat-footed from the room.

Shaking, Harry lets Dobby out of the closet.

"See what it's like here?" he says. "See why I've got to go back to Hogwarts? It's the only place I've got - well, I think I've got friends."

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter," says Dobby slyly.

"I expect they've just been - wait a minute," says Harry, frowning. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"

Dobby shuffles his feet. "Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby did it for the best -"

"Have you been stopping my letters?"

"Dobby has them here, sir," says the elf. Stepping nimbly out of Harry's reach, he pulls a thick wad of envelopes from the inside of the pillowcase  he is wearing. Harry can makes out Hermione's neat writing, (Y/n)'s neat scrawl, Ron's untidy scrawl, and even a scribble that looks as though it is from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.

Dobby blinks anxiously up at Harry.

"Harry Potter mustn't be angry . . . Dobby hoped . . . if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him . . . Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir . . ."

Harry isn't listening. He makes a grab for the letter, but Dobby jumps out of reach.

"Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby is word that he will not return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, this is danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir!"

"No," says Harry angrily. "Give me my friends' letters!"

"Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice," says the elf sadly.

Before Harry can move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door, pulls it open, and sprints down the stairs.

Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry springs after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumps the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet - feeling like (Y/n) for a moment - looking around for Dobby. From the dining room, he hears Uncle Vernon saying, " . . . tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers, Mr. Mason. She's been dying to hear . . ."

Harry runs up the hall into the kitchen and feels his stomach disappear.

Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, is floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouches Dobby.

"No," croaked Harry. "Please . . . they'll kill me. . . ."

"Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school —"

"Dobby . . . please . . ."

"Say it, sir —"

"I can't —"

Dobby gives him a tragic look.

"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good."

The pudding falls to the floor with a heart-stopping crash. Cream splatters the windows and walls as the dish shatters. With a crack like a whip, Dobby vanishes.

There are screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon bursts into the kitchen to find Harry, rigid with shock, covered from head to foot in Aunt Petunia's pudding.

At first, it looks as though Uncle Vernon would manage to gloss the whole thing over. ("Just our nephew - very disturbed - meeting strangers upsets him, so we kept him upstairs . . . ) He shoos the shocked Masons back into the dining room, promised Harry that he would flay him within an inch of his life when teh Mason's had left, and hands him a mop. Aunt Petunia digs some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, still shaking, starts scrubbing the kitchen clean.

Uncle Vernon might still have been able to make his deal - if it hadn't been for the owl.

Aunt Petunia is just passing around a box of after-dinner mints when a hug barn owl swoops though the dining room window, drops a letter on Mrs. Mason's head, and swoops out again. Mrs. Mason screams like a banshee and runs from teh house shouting about lunatics. Mr. Mason stays just enough to tell the Dursleys that his wife is mortally afraid of birds of all shapes and sizes, and to ask whether this is their idea of a joke.

Harry stands in the kitchen, clutching the mop for support, as Uncle Vernon advances on him, a demonic glint in his tiny eyes.

"Read it!" he hisses evilly, brandishing the letter the owl nad delivered. "Go on - read it!"

Harry takes it. It does not contain birthday greetings.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place or residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine.

As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to preform spells outside school and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).

We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offence under Section 13 of the Internation Confedeation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.

Enjoy your holidays!

Yours sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk Improper use of Magic Office Ministry of Magic

Harry looks up from the letter and gulps.

"You didn't tell us you weren't allowed to use magic outside school," says Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. "Forgot to mention it . . . Slipped your mind, I daresay . . . " He is bearing down on Harry like a great bulldog, all his teeth bared. "Well, I've got news for you, boy . . . I'm locking you up . . . You're never going back to that school . . . never . . . and if you try and magic yourself out - they'll expel you!"

And, laughing like a maniac, Uncle Vernon drags Harry back upstairs.

. . .

(Y/n) runs up to the front door, and bursts inside the house, tackling Hermione in a tight hug.

Hermione throws down her book, and bursts into tears, hugging (Y/n) tightly.

(Y/n)'s emerald eyes soften, and she hugs Hermione tighter, the brunette's tears eventually stopping after a minute or so.

"You're home?" Hermione asks, her eyes still watery.

"I told you I'd be back soon," (Y/n) murmurs softly, smiling at her adopted parents sitting on the couch across from them, and Jean and Tom smile back.

Then she glances over to the door to see her father carrying her trunk, and setting it just inside the front door.

Tony walks over to the elder Grangers, and, with a quick word, the three adults walk outside.

Suddenly, (Y/n) is knocked out of Hermione's tight embrace and off the couch. (Y/n) lets out a yelp as her head slams into the coffee table, Marvel weaving excitedly on (Y/n)'s stomach, rolling around, shoving her face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, and nuzzling her face.

Hermione wipes her tears away, laughing at the black-and-white cat.

"There's my cheery sister," (Y/n) says with a grin, clambering to her feet, Marvel clutched in her arms.

Tony and the elder Grangers walk back into the house, Tony standing at the door and looking meaningfully at (Y/n).

Understanding the meaning of the look, (Y/n) follows, Marvel jumping up to perch on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"Have a good school year," Tony tells his daughter softly. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tony Stark says something that makes (Y/n) tear up a little. "(Y/n), you remind me so much of your mother."

(Y/n) steps forward, hugging her father tightly. "Thanks Dad. I love you," she murmurs, and Tony smiles softly, his brown eyes sparkling.

"I love you too, kiddo," Tony says softly, and after a moment, the billionaire steps back. "I'll write at least three times a week."

And, with that, Tony Stark walks to his car, waves, and gets inside, driving away.

A Month Later

The room is growing dark. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind spinning over the same unanswerable questions, Harry falls into an uneasy sleep.

Harry dreams that he is on show in a zoo, with a car reading UNDERAGE WIZARD attached to his cage. People goggle through the bars at him as he lies, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He sees Dobby's face in the crowd and shouts out, asking for help, but Dobby calls, "Harry Potter is safe there, sir!" and vanishes. Then, the Dursleys appear, and Dudley rattles the bars of the cage, laughing at him.

"Stop it," Harry mutters as the rattling pounds in his sore head. "Leave me alone . . . cut it out . . . I'm trying to sleep . . ."

He opens his eyes. Moonlight is shining throuh the bars on the window. And someone is goggling through the bars at him: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.

Ron Weasley is outside Harry's window, ready to whisk Harry off to the Burrow - The Weasleys' home.

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[prttydolls]

Hi!!! Can I have a male ship? 🌹

19, Libra, ENFJ-A/ENFJ-T, Ravenclaw, and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. Plus sized and 5'1.2", weird but my friend told me that my face reminds her three fictional characters (Musa, Marinette and Trese), but I have wavy/messy brunette medium hair and chocolate brown eyes. People thought that I'm "immaculate" or "saint" also "girly girl", but my personality is too complex...Despite being diplomatic and religious, I have a lowkey crackhead energy, speak with sarcasm, make corny jokes/puns, share what I know (mostly Christianity), but will be your supporter and cheer you up when you're down. I kin Rapunzel, Aerith, Marinette, Yuna, Rinoa, and Umaru. But can be wrathful and savage like Oikawa, Kageyama, Daichi, and Aisaka. It's also funny that I radiate the common Libra woman traits also the meme "Looks like a cinnamon roll, but will actually kill you". My deeper self is hella fragile, soft-hearted, and vulnerable that cries so easily and tends to doubt myself from insecurities and frustrations. In front of my friends, I laugh so loud, swears like a sailor, vent out, call out someone that we hate, cry over my crush, and unintentionally becoming idiot or clumsy. Also I'm more comfortable in boyish and emo fashion, though I fell in love with the Korean make up look.

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Hii, at first I was confused at this ask it seemed familiar. But I've already done it if you haven't seen it love! It's this But if you wish for a new ship, here;

Harry potter ~

At first, Harry would be interested in you, let's say you both got partnered in class, he's fascinated by your smarts. If your more smarter than hermione. The way your face shines in the sun light, he will absolutely love it. When you introduce him to anime, Disney/Disney princesses, YouTube. He might of heard it from dudlley when they were young, ik the 90s didn't have youtube but let's pretend. Study dates!! You both are smart, a perfect time for study dates at the library. He loves how your eyes pop up, whenever you wear anything.

Yeaaah— I wrote this also cooking noodles, I forgot to post it.

Join my celebration<3

[voidlitmoon]

One Trainer’s Trash is Another Pokemon's Family

So if you didn't know, i ended up taking a hiates from writing ANYTHING for a bit, but I was just sitting around earlier and thought "huh, there was that oneshot I kinda wanted to write" and BOOM im formating this at 2am when I finished writing so I can just post this in the morning.

Also note me writing this does not mean I'm fully back to writing because I tbh have no clue when I'll be back in full writing mode, a lot of stuff is going on irl around health issues (I'm good dont worry, just trying to figure out this issue so we can fix it) and my mind hasn't been able to put words together into written sentences well recently for anything, so exspect everything and nothing!!

So @sugarglider9603.... enjoy! If anyone seems off its probably because I haven't wrote in like 4 months :D

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Words: 1,651

Summery: ' "I found a child in the trash!" Trash Eevee declared happily. The Eevee on watch somehow looked skeptical from behind, but curiosity got them to turn around.

Green and brown surprised eyes hit his own, he felt as the others eyes looked him over from his unnaturally purple eyes to dark brown fur.

"I.. I-" the other stammered in surprise.

"Can we keep him?" His founder vibrated, excited. '

 

A chance encounter is about to change three lives forever

“Slow down!” the Eevee hissed to his companion, running through the crowd of humans to catch up. His green and brown eyes swept the crowd, making sure no one grew suspicious and followed the two Eevees, sighing as he thankfully saw everyone's gaze sweep past them, uninterested.

There had been a few incidences when a trainer or a ‘nurse’ had tried to catch them, whether for his strange fur markings, trying to get his friend’s fur cleaned (no one held him for long once that information was leaked), or purely for them being Eevees. He’d heard it all, common lines being “hey are you lost?”, “where is your trainer?”, “is that a wild Eevee?” and of course, the most common

“I’ve got to catch it!”

Heh, no one had succeeded yet, and he didn’t plan that to change any time soon. Or ever.

“Not sorry” the simple line snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked over to the grinning Eevee that probably did need a bath “but I heard yelling in the back alley of the Good Place, and I just have to see if it's new!” The ‘Good Place’ was a restaurant the two constantly saw in their travels from town to town. While they couldn’t read the written name, and wouldn’t dare get close enough to a human to simply know the name when it had no use to them, it always had an identical symbol at every location. It was his trash loving companions (and though he would never admit it, his own as well) favorite location to get food.

“Very well, lead the way” with a flick of their tails, they rounded the last few corners to the back alley where two large dumpsters lay. As a Trubbish scurred off at the sight of them they both leapt up, balancing as they opened one off the lids.

He sat watch as the other squealed and dove in, rummaging through and ripping open plastic bags with sharp teeth. They always had the same parts when working together, he would keep watch making sure no one saw them from the regular path or had any workers walk out the door, while the other would search, eating what he wanted and tossing stuff up to save for later. They had tried to swap jobs once, but it was a mess that nearly got them caught if it wasn’t for his own keen ears, so they kept to their own and worked together.

He glanced at the door, the symbol imprinted on it. Doing this dumpster diving always reminded himself when he was alone. How he’s grateful to have a friend. Actually, doing it at the Good Place always reminded himself when he met the trashy Eevee. It was just after-

A paw swatted at his face, causing him to dodge. He seemed to be falling into nastolga easily today, he thought shaking it out of his fur.

“Did you hear me? I said all these bags have already been looked through” the other huffed “they must have used the other one, which is weird because they usually use the one closer to the door first….” he frowned, confused before brightening “anyways can you help me open the other lid?”

The clean Eevee nodded, hopping across to the other dumpster.

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Sta- he shivered, the angry yells still echoing in his ears. She was so mad when she discovered there was no dragon evolution, when she finally discovered he was completely useless. He glanced at the snapped pokeball at his paws, fallen through a space between a few garbage bags.

 

He knew he had to get out of here, but what was the point? He was with a trainer up till now, and while she was horrible he was still at least alive. But to try and survive on his own? No, he might as well just curl up on this garbage, might as well just

A scene flash in his mind, of a Pecha bush laying under a sprawling indigo sky. Two other faces similar yet different then his, laughing, smiling.

 

He couldn't give up, not yet, not until he could find them again.

 

Chatter and a crash of heavy plastic hitting a wall distracted him from the thoughts racing through his head. He pressed low against the bags, ears flat as he waited. Were there people taking trash out? No.. that didn't sound human, that sounded

 

The lid thunked twice, before late afternoon light poured down onto his dark brown fur. He froze as another pokemon fell down in front of him, another Eevee.

 

He was bigger, though everyone was bigger. His fur seemed to be a normal shade of brown, yet it was hard to tell with all the dirt and dust coating it. He looked up into the newcomer's eyes, surprise and delight filled them to the brim.

 

"Oh? OH!" The other gasped for only a moment before flashing forwards, grabbing him lightly by his scruff and before he knew it St- he was in open air and sat on the hard plastic lid.

 

"Hey hey!" The Eevee scrambled across to another Eevee, his turned back to the both of them. The third Eevee's ear twitched to show they were listening, watching the humans walk by.

 

"I found a child in the trash!" Trash Eevee declared happily. The Eevee on watch somehow looked skeptical from behind, but curiosity got them to turn around.

 

Green and brown surprised eyes hit his own, he felt as the others eyes looked him over from his unnaturally purple eyes to dark brown fur.

 

"I.. I-" the other stammered in surprise.

 

"Can we keep him?" His founder vibrated, excited.

 

"Hmm" seemingly gaining his composure, the one on watch came over to inspect him further, sniffing curiously at his fur "I don't think so, he smells too much of humans" the trash Eevee visibly shrunk.

"No!" He cried, snapping his jaw closed at the sudden speaking "I, I me- mean no, I had a trainer, but I don't have one anymore" he attempted to explain, hissing at himself for stuttering.

 

"I uh" he coughed, attempting to clear his throat, "I, I'm sorry for disturbing your search" he flicked his tail toward the two before curling it around himself, finally looking into the others faces. It was at the moment he noticed the strange markings around the single green eye on the watcher.

 

"It's no problem," the calmer one replied. He looked as if he were about to continue, before the trash Eevee popped "hey, have you gotten food today?"

 

He blinked, thinking about all that happened since dawn. Dawn, when his trai- ex-trainer had learned the news.

 

"I.. haven't?" He tried, not wanting to test his luck. They were strangers, he had to be cautious.

 

"Here!" The other dove back into the trash. He leaned over frantically, thankful to see the pokeball halfs had sunken out of sight. If they ever asked why he was in there, he would just tell them he was looking for food.

No one would find out the true reason. Well.. maybe two others, but that would have to wait till he found them again. He would find them again.

 

The walking trash pile hopped back up, dropping what seemed to be a freshly thrown away berry skewer at his feet.

 

He looked up, alarmed "no, I couldn't-" "oh don't worry" the other's purr sounded like a motorcycle "we'll survive without a few berries."

 

While he was still uncertain, his stomach grumbled with hunger so he bent down and took a bite of closest fully intact berry. When the sweet familiar taste hit his mouth, he barely stopped the tears. Arceus really had to do that, didn't they.

 

"Everything ok?" He looked up from the Pecha berry, the special marked Eevee looking at his watery eyes with concern.

 

"Y-yes, just haven't eaten anything this sweet in a while" he lied quickly, finishing what he could before pushing towards the others "here, might as well not let this go to waste" he smiled.

 

The marked Eevee hummed before taking a bite from a nearby Oran berry.

 

After a bit, the dirty Eevee spoke a question he knew was coming "so, you said you had a trainer, do you have a name?"

 

He paused, thinking, before shaking his head "she never gave me one."

 

The others nodded in understanding. He looked out at the people walking in the street, passing by with no clue of the trio sitting on the dumpsters.

 

He didn’t have a name, not to them at least. To them, he would be the Eevee that they found, the Eevee they took in, the Eevee one day they would realize they see as a brother, the Eevee that would inevitably disappear in the back of a truck

One day there would be another family, they would know him as Virgil, Virgil who they found in the forest, Virgil who followed them everywhere, Virgil who got caught finally by his own free will

But no one would know him as Star but his original family. No one would know him as Star, the being who hatched into the world with an angry scream that was not his own, Star, the one who fell in love with the sky on his first night of his existence, Star, the one who found family and then was ripped away from it in his sleep

Star, who would keep searching till the ends of the Earth to find his family.

 

But for now, he was just a strange looking Eevee in a strange situation, hiding his name from everything and everyone, and that was ok.

 

He glared at the crowd of humans walking by peacefully. There was only one thing left from his life with.. with the Dragon, one thing he would keep

He would never trust another human again.

[yetanotherreader]

One Day

Fic Type: Stand-alone/One-Shot

Genre: Drama (Heavy Angst)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Joseph Hughes (OC)

Word Count: 3,032.

Warnings: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Marital Abuse, Mentions of marital rape, abusive marriage, physical violence.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS AND DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

Mobile app doesn't support the cut, so pardon for the no read more thingy.

A/N: Hey guys. I know I went on this little(big) break and I haven't updated useful in a while. I'm going through a writer's block again, trying to write and stopping after a while. and I have so many college projects to do during quarantine. I hope y'all are keeping safe. I wrote this one shot in hopes of getting back at writing. Woke up all night writing this, so I really hope you all will like it. But again, since I woke up the night writing this, it may or may not be up to your expectations. Please heed the warning above, girls. I really do not want any of you going through more stress during these stressful times.

Also, I used the same tag list as Useful in this one too. I don't know if everyone of you will like to be added to any of my other works so let me know if you want your name removed or added. :)

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His eyes were locked on the big gates of the hall, both waiting for and dreading the moment that particular person entered who he'd been missing for months. He gave a once over to the venue. This place was gorgeous, a palace in fact. A big chandelier graced the double ceiling and there was a colorful fountain in the garden outside. The lights were the right amount of bright and the drinks tasted just about perfect. Even the waiters wore their uniforms more expensive than his suit. It was something Dean had always seen in those Disney movies which, don't tell anyone, were his guilty pleasure.

He and Sam had come here for a case—the only reason that gave them the privilege to get into a place like this one. People have reported weird occurrences happening around here, followed by the abduction of everyone who saw it. Turned out, it was a serial killer and the police had taken care of it even before they reached.

Something about that place, though, made him want to stay. For some reason, he didn't make a U-turn and go back. Maybe it was the fact that it was the annual ball of the city where only the rich and reputed were invited, that he wanted to feel reputed for once, or that here he would see someone he hadn't seen in a while, someone he missed everyday he lived. He knew it would shatter his heart when he saw her, but he was willing to take a heartbreak if it meant seeing her once. Sam didn't say a word against it, but Dean knew better than to think he was okay with him going through all that torture.

Just when his eyes reached back to the doors, he saw, once again, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The woman who made his heart flutter and break at the same time, the woman he loved the most. She was dressed in rose gold, the drape hugging her curves as perfectly as he remembered. Her hair was up in a messy bun, which only she could pull off that good, with few softly curled strands coming out to shape her face. Her lips were colored wine red, as tempting as ever, and her face was covered in a darker make up than he ever remembered her wear. In a better shape than when he last saw her, her posture screamed royalty. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous. The only thing was, she wasn't herself. Or at least, her old self. Does time change people that much? It took him all his power to remove his gaze from her, her arm entangled with the other man's, helped. 

She wasn't his to call anymore, she never was. Maybe the only woman who he liked but never kissed, the only woman who made him go all hot and bothered but he never dared touch her the way he desired. The only woman he loved enough to not make a move. He knew his feelings were mutual, he saw it in her eyes when they sat on the hood of the impala, chatting through the sleepless nights. He saw it every time she laughed at his piss poor jokes or narrowed her eyes at the women who flirted with him. He saw it when she cried for the first time in front of him and yelled at him because she thought he got himself killed. He saw it when he felt her heart accelerate everytime they hugged, like his own, and when she refused to leave him in the worst. He saw it when he saw her build walls to hide her broken heart after he asked her to leave. He saw it in her indifferent expression and a lone tear escaping her eyes when he told her he'd be better off without her.

And boy did he regret every word he said. He called her as soon as he realized what he did. That in order to save her, he might have just given her the biggest of the insecurities. It was a month later that it happened. He apologized to her, told her he never meant whatever he said, tried to explain why he did what he did. And she forgave. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her say those words, he wanted her to yell at him, hate him, punish him for what he did but she said nothing more than a 'It's okay, I understand.'. And maybe that one sentence hurt him as much as he hurt her. She didn't even think of him good enough to be mad at. She shouldn't have understood, she should have argued. He might have lost the best thing that ever happened to him like that. And his fear proved right when he saw her photo in the newspaper, two months later, with a man. Joseph Hughes, a big name, apparently. The man he ran into, not so long ago, in missouri.

"Mr. Winchester." He heard the deep, masculine voice as it approached him, "Didn't know we'll meet again so soon."

If running into that man earlier made his heart heavy, meeting him with his arm around Y/N's waist made it fall down with a thud, "Mr and...Mrs Hughes. Fancy seeing you here, too."  He shook his hand with a firm shake, forwarding it toward the man's wife to do a similar action. Instead, she folded her hand in a namastey greeting, as she looked at him shocked, and scared. Maybe she didn't want her husband to know about him.

"I would ask how did you know she was my wife, but I guess you read newspapers." The man said in his smooth accent with a laugh, which Dean returned halfheartedly.

"Got that one right," he smiled at Hughes, his eyes lingering a little longer on Y/N, "Your wife is beautiful."

At the comment he saw her husband's hold tighten around her in sudden possessiveness, his fingers almost digging into her flesh as she flinched a little. He tore his gaze away from her, reminding himself she was someone else's wife and he had no right to be staring at her. But something about this whole situation felt wrong, that touch felt wrong.

She didn't look at him once after that. The tension in the air suffocated them both, and he was sure the shorter man in front of him felt it too, "Let's get you meet some of my friends, darlin'. If you could excuse us?"

Dean gave them the way, as he contemplated whether his decision of staying was even right. It crushed his heart seeing the woman he loved in someone else's arms. He felt like throwing up. Seven months ago, he couldn't have thought there'd be a day like this. He hated himself for that.

"Dean, do you want to go?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"N-no," He cleared his throat when his voice came out rough and hoarse, "No, I guess I'll just go to the washroom. Go find some hot chick for me " he winked at Sam, who clearly saw right through it but didn't say anything. He stayed in the bathroom for a while, to calm his aching heart. People knew Dean as a man, as strong as an alpha, but here he was, falling weak. 

After splashing water on his face a few times, he got out of the bathroom just to see people frozen in their spots. His eyes went to his brother, immediately worried about his safety only to find him silently, but furiously glaring something, his hands were fisted like a beast about to attack its prey. When he followed his line of sight, he felt something similar inside of him. There stood Joseph Hughes towering his wife, glaring her down and his nails digging into her, now pale, arms, "I said, Tell. Me. The. Truth."

"I told you. He w-was a f-friend." Dean heard her voice for the first time in a long while, and his chest hurt at how small and scared it was. Y/N wasn't a hunter but she was fearless and brave. She had put her life on her palms so many times to save him and Sam without hesitating. That was one of the reasons he pushed her away, but here seeing her so helpless and terrified, he didn't know how to react.

"A friend, huh? A friend shouldn't look at you like that." His voice came out in a growl, audible in the pin drop silence, that sent visible shivers running down her spine, "That's why I don't leave you around men, you pathetic whore. I'm done being okay with you slutting around-"

Dean charged forward, enraged at the man's audacity to even let those words out of his mouth, but before he even took two steps, Y/N pushed that douche with enough force to make him stumble, pausing Dean mid-walk.

"You're done being oka-I AM DONE BEING OKAY!" Y/N raised her voice, violently shaking out of fear and rage. Joseph looked shocked, as if he never expected her to speak like that, as if she never spoke to him like that. The thought alone made Dean's eyes tear up, what had that monster done to her, "I am done being okay with the things I'm not okay with! I am done being okay with you touching me without my consent and I'm done being okay with getting slapped everytime I say no! I am done being okay with you locking me in and I am done being okay with you hitting me with whatever you find! I AM DONE WITH YOU!" She broke down into tears as she was done with her little speech.

"You are saying this here on purpose. You want me to lose my reputation." He said low, his eyes trying to scare her down.

"Y-yes, I'm saying this here on purpose because if I said it at home, you'd beat me to a pulp." She said, trying to sound low, but the eerie silence in the room making her damn well audible to his ears. Dean saw nothing but hot, white rage. Seeing Y/N so scared, so broken, Dean wanted nothing more than to break the bastard's bones, every single one of them. And when Hughes charged at Y/N, he lost whatever little control he had on himself jumping at the said man. Sam, immediately, went to Y/N's side as she hid in his chest, shaking like a dry leaf. Sam had never seen her so scared and so vulnerable. He felt a sharp pain in his heart seeing the sight of his best friend so broken, as he tightened his hold on her. Dean kept on hitting the man, like an animal that got out of its cage. His knuckles were bloodied, with which he didn't know was his blood or the other one's but he wasn't stopping. After what felt like forever, Dean was stopped by two strong arms around his own, from behind.

"Dean, stop. You'll kill him." Sam's calming voice fell into his ears, "stop"

It took Dean a while to register, as he tried to release his hands from his brother's still kicking the battered man that lied in front of him, "I don't care."

"Y/N wouldn't want you to kill him, Dean." And at that, he stopped. Y/N. Where was she? He stood up and searched for her, seeing her frozen at the same spot as earlier, zoned out and shaking violently. His heart hurt so bad seeing her like that, he couldn't stop tears from welling in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered as he took a few long strides to reach her and pull her into a careful hug.

She went stiff under his touch, as he loosened his hold on her, scared he might scare her before he heard her, barely, speak out, "Dean.." as she clinged to him for dear life. Hearing her say his name again wasn't as pleasant as he'd imagined a million times before, rather it was gut-wrenching. It was painful, because this was the last thing he had imagined that made her say his name. He wrapped his arms around her fully and spoke comforting words to soothe her.

"Let's go home, Y/N."

It had been a week she returned to the bunker, moving into her old room. Hughes was arrested, and divorce agreements were signed. He got to know that the thing between Y/N and Joseph was more of a business arrangement than a marriage proposed by her father, who had no idea about his son-in-law's abusive habits. Sam and Dean kept a positive atmosphere around the bunker, not going out for any cases, but there was no change in Y/N. She, mostly, kept herself locked up in her room, not talking to anyone. They thought it was necessary to give her her space but that was just deteriorating her health more. She ate too little for survival.

Dean stepped into her room with the plate of her favourite food. She loved it when he cooked for her, he just hoped to God, she still would. His eyes fell on her form, lying down on the floor, her back resting by the bed. She looked into a distance, zeroing her vision. As he went and sat beside her, keeping the plate on the floor, she spoke up, "He'll come back for me, Dean. He'll take me and he-"

"He won't," Dean cupped her cheeks and made her look at him as he met with the broken sight. Her eyes had sunken in, dark circles forming around them, face paler and her natural blush around her cheeks gone, "I promise I will not let anything happen to you."

She looked at him like she wanted to believe, but a sudden wave of anxiety stopped her, "No..no no no no, Dean! You don't understand! He..he will come back and he won't leave me. He'll beat me and...and those chains. He'll tie me up again and he'll...he'll-

She stopped mid-sentence, a horror coating her features. This new piece of information startled Dean, breaking his heart into two..enraging him, too. He didn't know how to react to it, so he did what his impulse told him to, he hugged her tight, hiding his face in her hair. More than comforting her, it was for himself. He wanted her close and safe, "He used knives, Dean. He said he loved seeing me bleed..it was so painful" Dean shut his eyes tight, trying to push away the horrifying images from his head, as he let the tears flow free. What all she had endured because of his one mistake. She sniffled as she continued in a small voice, "you won't be able to do anything, Dean. He's very powerful. You can save me from monsters, you can kill them..but him-"

"I'll kill him if he laid his finger on you ever again." Dean spoke with determination.

"N-no...No, Dean. You won't kill him. Don't kill him please, don't be like him." She shook her head violently in his chest, "not like him..no, no, no.."

"Hey, hey," he soothed her rubbing a hand on her back, "I won't. I won't be like him, okay? Shh.." It took Y/N a few minutes to calm down, while he rocked her in his lap, "You hungry?"

She shook her head, mumbling into his chest "I never feel hungry."

He sighed, "Okay. Eat a little, with me? Please? Because I'm starving."

Her eyes sparkled a little when she saw the food, "You made it?" He smiled and nodded, proudly, "Can I..can I eat the whole thing?"

He chuckled, heartily, "madam, all yours." She smiled up at him, hesitantly. As if trying to remember how to smile, at which his eyes softened, "when did you eat this last?"

She dug into the food, liking the taste of it. The taste of home, "with you. He didn't let me eat this, wanted me to look good like his wife should." 

Dean clenched his jaw at this, wanting to practically undo that man's existence. The things he did to her, he was sure if he saw him someday, that'd be his last.

Y/N looked at him, a little scared and a little more sheepishly, "Can I get some more?" Dean smiled at her and got her some more. He looked at her eating, his eyes filled with unshed tears. She was so, so pure, only if he could take away all her pain, make her forget those dark months. Only if he could give her all the happiness in the world, because there was no one he knew who deserved it more than her.

Later that night, Dean asked Y/N if he could stay with her because his nightmares scared him. He knew she understood what he meant, and the fact that she didn't deny made his heart flutter. Y/N hadn't slept in days. Either she would wake up from a nightmare, yelling, or not sleep at all. He just wished she'd have a goodnight sleep in his arms, and she did. But he didn't miss what she said just before she fell into the slumber, something the Y/N he knew would never say. Something that hurt his heart and made him make a silent promise to her, and himself. 

"Dean, don't send me away ever again. Please."

Never. He would never let her out of his sight again. He'd save her from every monster, supernatural or not. He didn't know long will it take her to fall for him again, or if she'd ever fall for him again. All he knew was, he'd shower her with so much love, she would forget every pain that son of a bitch caused her. He'd love her so much that she'd start loving herself one day. He would hold her so dear, that her scars would stop scaring her.

One day. One day, he'll make everything okay.

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I promised my friend I'd rip their heartstrings out with some angst so imma try and do that. I am but a crow with a keyboard here to hit you in the feels.

Major tw for verbal fighting!! Heavy language as well.

Things left unsaid

I don't even remember how the fight started. Now it's all a blur of yelling, screaming, and slamming doors.

Flashback

that "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!" I screamed at Damon after he yelled that this was all my fault. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE SHIT!" He screamed back. " OH I CAN'T HANDLE SHIT BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT ALL ASSHURT? " I sneered. "AT LEAST I CAN ACTUALLY EXPRESS MYSELF INSTEAD OF BROODING AND SULKING OVER DUMB SHIT ALL THE DAMN TIME!" Damon's face fell dark, "I'm sick of this. I wish we never met. This was all a mistake. I'm leaving." He grabbed his keys and walked swiftly towards the door. " FINE! LEAVE THEN! " I yelled after him. The door slammed and it suddenly hit me what I'd just done. "Oh god," I whimpered as I sunk to my knees. Slapping hand over my mouth, I let out gut-wrenching sobs as tears tracked down my cheeks. "God I'm such a bitch," I hiccuped , knowing that he might not come back because of this. Damon was everything to me and I'd just chased him away. He'd dried my tears, held me, cared for me, loved me, and now I'd driven him out over some dumb argument. we'd been fighting for weeks over the smallest things. Anything set us off. Maybe this was the last straw, i thought. Curling up into myself I whispered brokenly, "please come back."

It's been two weeks since then. Two weeks since he left. I haven't heard a single word from him and it's been driving me insane. I barely speak to anyone, barely eat or sleep. I see my phone light up with a call. Stephanie. I should pick up. I should vent to her and get over him. I should. But I cant. Instead I silence the call and stare up at the ceiling. Without meaning to, I'm crying. At first it's silent, then I begin to heave with sobs, my whole body shaking as I curl up again. An hour later I'm blankly staring at the ceiling again when my phone lights up. Reaching over to check, I expect it to be Stephanie again but recoil in shock as I read the notification. Damon. I immediately open the text, "coming over now to pick up my stuff. Have it ready." I shudder, my body goes numb. I don't know what I was expecting. An apology? Him to say he missed me? I stand up and slowly gather his things into a box. By the time the doorbell rings I've already cried twice while packing. As I open the door I remember he has his own key, the knowledge that he no longer acts like he lives here hurts me more than I thought it would. There, standing in the doorway is Damon. He looks down at me coldly as I gesture for him to come in. "You've been crying ," he states. Staring down at my feet I silently nod, knowing he's watching me. He says nothing else and picks up the box, heading outside towards his car. I follow him outside for reasons unknown and watch quietly as he fits the box into his backseat. I want to say something, anything to make him stay, but my lips don't move. As he closes the back door to his car and moves to get in the front seat, he stops and looks at me, looking like he wants to say something too. I wait for his lips to part and tell me he didn't mean what he said, for him to say he loves me, he missed me, anything. But instead he shakes his head slightly as if whatever he was thinking was some silly idea, and gets in the car. I close my eyes against more tears but they fall anyways "I'm sorry," I say. But he's already driving away.

Wow I've never written a breakup before! This kinda hurt to write lmao. Hope it's angsty enough!

No wait why did I just start projecting my OTP onto this gsjsjshs nooooo