#Sorry for going off about my special interest it shall happen again

[simcardiac-arrested]

this is a magatama. it is basically a magic charm thingie that you get in the second game and it lets you see through people’s lies (to be more clear: it lets you know when a person is hiding information from you. there are still ways to get around the magatama though by telling half-truths which makes some of the cases in aa2 and aa3 really interesting!!!) and the way it works is that phoenix will see psyche locks AKA these things:

basically a visual representation of how hard the person is trying to hide their secret: if you get 1 psyche lock then they’re not rly trying, but if you get 5 (the maximum amount) that means they are veryyyyyy keen on Not Telling You Shit. you break these locks by presenting evidence to the character in question and revealing their secrets one by one (just like in the courtroom!) HOWEVER aa4 introduced a new type of psyche locks: black

now THESE bad boys represent a secret/information that a character is SUBCONSCIOUSLY hiding. they are not aware that they’re doing it! so it could be anything from a repressed traumatic event to something that the character themselves doesn’t even realize about, well, themselves. and i have not rly checked out aa5 but from what i understand you can’t actually break those locks with the usual method of presenting evidence and trying to catch the suspect on their lies: you could cause permanent emotional damage!! you could ruin your entire relationship and shit!!! AND you could do wacky shit to their brain!! cuz those are subconscious secrets!!!! so you have to go about a different way of opening black psyche locks. So yeah phoenix would have 20 i think

phoenix wright is like. he often gets overlooked in the games because well 1. he’s the main character in a huge cast of Bizarre Quirky characters and he’s usually seen as the straight man even though he is insane in his own way. But my point was 2. that main characters often get ignored in fandom in favor of the Cooler Side Characters like miles edgeworth because he has emo backstory. and look yeah the fans like to talk about phoenix’s crazy emo backstory too like how he was manipulated and ate glass. but like. look. look. (he is not making any sense) LOOK what i’m trying to get is that it’s SUCH a good use of the ‘main character gets overlooked’ phenomenon. because phoenix does the job HIMSELF of making himself less remarkable and noticeable. he wants to be normal. he needs to be normal. he never shares anything and he never opens up and he always thinks nobody should give a shit about him. so like. at first you might not even notice he’s Doing All That bc he’s the main character and you’re much more focused on how franziska has 92273837 untreated mental illnesses. but once you really look into his character you will see that there is also something deeply wrong with him. something is wrong with him and it is buried so so deep and i’m just saying i think if any of the characters ever got the magatama and asked phoenix anything about his life he would have 20 black psyche locks

< doesn't know what magatama is but understood the rest ofit

hell yeag dude, im so glad we're both completely 100% normal about this subject and not at all deranged about it

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Alan & Jeff Forever!

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Jan 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 10 of 12 - I am a little concerned that this is getting too big for its britches, rather like Phaya’s recently recovered snake… shall we say? Adding in yet another character at this juncture isn’t the best idea. Still, I love how this show makes me cackle laugh with grandmas + Yai and then TENSION.

It’s a wobbly kind of balance but a balancing act is happening nonetheless. It makes the pacing of this show good. It may be all over the place but I'm never bored.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 14 - No trash talk this week, I was charmed & delighted. Who knew I would actually enjoy this show? Certainly not me. (not much of a...) Trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 8 of 12 - I am pretty much skipping most of the 3 chef friends, and all of the side dish action (sorry Neo). And with OffGun apart for most of this ep, it didn’t hold together since they are the glue. Sigh.

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 12fin - Okay let’s talk about it.

Mhok should have gone off with someone else. Day treated him like shit and never once apologized. To assume an apology isn’t necessary is to pity Day in the exact way he didn’t want. (On a complete aside, one of my favorite Thai restaurants back in my mispent youth was in Hilo, HI… ah memories) meanwhile the "passing escalators trope" activated in the land of malls (it’s been a while my old friend).

Anygay, I hold that Mohk was not a fault and Day was the one who needed to apologize.

Although they did have one of BL's BEST ever face touch moments. 

In conclusion: 

The story of a blind man and his caregiver falling in love. Mark is great. JimmySea are spectacular. The support cast is GMMTV-good. And for the first 3/4 this BL was something rather special. But it was let down by its ending (for which I entirely blame the author). In order to like this show you must buy into the premise that Mhok was in the wrong and caused their breakup. If you don’t believe that, you won’t like this BL. Also "fixing a disability = true happiness" is gross messaging. For me, endings counts for a lot and this one was ultimately “happy” but felt like a failure. 7/10 and I was sorely tempted to go as low as a 6/10, so it should count itself lucky 

I dithered my darling BLabies... I dithered A LOT over this one. But JimmySea alone held this one up.

GMMTV we gotta talk. You're fielding some of the world's best pairs right now. It's time to get them equally good scripts.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - This installment had too much of the side couple in it. Although it was nice to see First/Dream (Twins) again. He's still a cutie, even playing a straight. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 23 of 24 - I have to say I’m very glad we are on the last installment of the series. Narcissistic hairdresser starts seeing a spirit in a mirror. Turns out to be a friend from his youth who he thought was dead. This one is kinda sweet, and I find the premise interesting. Is the kid actually dead and a spirit? Or is there something else going on? I am intrigued. And I like the actor playing the kid in the mirror. I suspect this will be sad tho.

Time the series (Thai Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I don’t exactly know what is going on. And frankly I don’t particularly care, either. So far nothing seems to be happening, and I really intensely dislike one half of the main couple. DNF welcome 2024 here we go 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 1-2 of 8 - based on the Manhwa Love Supremacy Zone by Hwacha (they should have kept the original title). I adore the premise. IRL person has been sent into fictional universe to save a side character from doom. Fantastic. Every fanfic author's dream. Also, I love that our POV was the bad boy in high school so there’s also a redemption arc going on. I adore this kind of isekai (if you wanna call it that). Puppy/cat pairing too! 

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Oh my goodness they too cute. Basically dating. Although only one of them realizes it, and he is such a drama queen. It’s GREAT. Also they are both so damn gay. I love the supportive bestie trying to cope with the girl who has a crush on his gay bff. 

Happy Ending (Korea Tues YT) 1 of 3 - Strongberry is back and it’s very them and very atmospheric and cute. I’m enjoying it. 

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan giveth and Japan taketh away again. Look, I just like the lost love teacher/teacher couple better. I'm assuming they'll have to do a time jump in the final episode to make this one work at all. 

I am SO GLAD we have KBLs back on our screens.

It's done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam so I assume it's on YouTube. I never even noticed. Anyone?

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - Is TRUST Entertainment bringing us the first ever Burmese BL? I don't know if it's really the first, but @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch through.

Beside You (Thai ????) - a 3 ep short that's supposed to have aired but I can't find it.

It's Airing But...

[NO INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Ends next week. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?

In Case You Missed it

All my year-end round ups:

TOP 10 BL Trends of 2023

Top 10 BL Secondary Pairs of 2023

2023 BLs Best Trope Execution Awards! TOP 10

All the BLs Announced for 2023 that didn't happen

BL 2023's Best:

Back Hugs Thailand & Elsewhere

Cute Bits of Domesticity

Boys Feeding Boys

BOOP!

Best Cuddles

Heads in Laps

Touching Head Touches

Thailand Put His Head on Your Shoulder

Put Your Head on My Shoulder (not Thailand)

BEST KISSES (not Thailand)

BEST KISSES FROM THAILAND

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/2 City of Stars AKA Fueangnakorn (Fri YouTube?) 10 eps - An actor falls in love with a programmer and the narrative intends to “explore the ramifications of being public figure in the social network era who must endure critics, bullying, and defamation.” Looks like another Lovely Writer/Call It What You Want sort of thing. But helmed by Star Hunter? Chaos will ensue.

2/2 Anti Reset AKA Anti-Reset (Taiwan Fri Gaga?) 10 eps - from Vidol (who aren't doing us very proud right now) - Human and robot find love.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Say what you like about this show (and I have) they do some very gay cuddling. (Him the series)

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

This show, damnit, so close to being genius. (Last Twilight)

I don't that's a hardshi,p grandma ... although it may be a hard ship... get it.

I'll stop now.

(The Sign)

(Last week)

[monsterfloofs]

I don't know if this recommendation will interest you or if you've already seen it but have you seen the movie Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust?

They have the whole movie in dub and sub on youtube for free and I'm plan to rewatch it again this year.

It following a Dhampir vampire hunter who is commissioned to save a lady named Charlotte from the Vampire Meier Link who seemingly stolen her away. But there is more to it than most people in there world expect due to prejudice.

That's the best I can describe without spoiling it. Now it's a mostly fine movie to get through but I must mention at the final act especially from what I remember there is some blood and gore sprinkled throughout the film but other than that its a great movie. Especially for Halloween. That even me who is a bit squeamish I do really like the movie.

It's really beautifully animated and characters. And it's set in the future but covered in old gothic era elements and aesthetic.

Now you don't have to consider the recommendation but if you're interested it might add to your Halloween.

Sorry for the long ramble but I saw your post about it being hard for you this season and I've been feeling the same lately catching a cold at the cusp of the season. But I'm trying to plan out for a fun day on Halloween with things I like to make it more special.

Here's hoping it ends on a high note for us both and everyone else who needs it! Take care and I wish you all the best and fond wishes!

I have not seen a Vampire D movie! I did listen, to an audio book of the story while I was at work shelving one time. I thought it was a facinating story and did not realize the world building in Vampire D included both electronic marvels and also semi historical things thrown together in a distopian world due to what happened to the human race. It's a fascination mash up between the two and from the snippets of art I have seen it is a very beautiful art style.

Geniunely, truely, from the bottom of my heart, please never feel bad about rambling here! I am a shy bean who has trouble making connections and communicating so getting to talk to others, even in an ask format is a treat to me. I say this with every ounce of sincereity I can muster. Thank you, thank you for taking the time to share something that is precious to you. You have no idea how many times I read this before trying to figure out an equally suitable response.

And I am also going to send you a buck of digital hugs 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 because it sounds like you need them too this season. I am so sorry that spooky month is also not going so well for you. But yes, we shall do our best to reclaim it, and if that means extending it through November and beyond well, I'd like to see people try and stop us! Spooky season is a mindset after all. ^-^ ) Thank you again for sharing a spooky month tradition of yours with me! Watching beloved movies is high on our tradition list too!

I honestly would love to read about what others do to celebrate, what nostalgia things they like to do, what movies they dust off and rewatch every year like a ritual. Songs or games, or lighting candles? Decorating the porch, heck, where I live, raking leaves is like a ritual. We have a beautiful fall change over and the leaves get everywhere! A big tradition for our household is holding a family pumpkin carving party, where we eating apple dumplings and watch Charlie Brown's Halloween and The Disney Legend of Sleepy Hollow to celebrate my Mother's Birthday since she was born just a few days from Halloween!

[imjustabeanie]

Exchange for @frostfall-matches

Sorry for the long wait but here it is!

Your JJK match is....geto!

Your JJK match was actually very obvious. You’re someone who’s laid back and enjoys having fun with the right people. You’re a no BS person so you need someone playful, that can give you space and understand your point of view. That’s why Geto is in my opinion a great match.

I don’t usually give Geto for one reason, he’ll only bother to know you if you’re strong or someone from his past. While he was rather empathetic before his betrayal, his life crisis turned him to be rather cruel and manipulative. In result befriending him becomes difficult, you’ll need some mental gymnastics once he starts becoming genocidal….Let’s hope being morally grey helps it. That’s all for the realistic and depressive part of the relationship with geto so let’s get down to business shall we?

I also usually believes in friends before lovers so it’s a good thing tbh. I believe that Geto has flings but to get into a serious relationship you’ll need to befriend him first if you see what I’m getting at. You and Geto got to know each other after Gojo unlocked his technique and started working alone. Geto tried many teammates but seemed to get along with you the best. That’s why you became his non official teammate. It was obvious that you’d become rather close. At first he was put off (but pleased) by your independence and introvert nature. He felt like you would be a tough nut to crack which you were but then you gradually became more laid back. He appreciated you more after that because it was he went back in time when everything was easier and his goal was to have fun. He started to look forward to your missions because spending time with you was a breeze. That’s what made him fall. Having someone who can look after themselves and still be reckless like him? Heck yeah. He confessed rather spontaneously. It was after a fun mission and out of the blue.

Geto is a laid back boyfriend. He gets you and isn’t romantic in the traditional term. Yes he brings you flowers, chocolate and gifts on special occasions but he shows love by getting into your interest and acts of service. He makes missions a little bit easier and is always available if you want to talk. He’s the type of boyfriend to notice your mood from miles away and just brings you your favorite snack with a playful remark. He’s a gentle soul with his lover, especially once he lets his walls down. His favorite dates are on the extreme. He either takes you to explore dangerous places or have a domestic date. He likes to go hiking with you cuz it helps him destress. He also has a goal, to go to every dangerous attraction in each place you go to. Speaking of domestic dates, Geto likes cooking. And you like baking. Your date nights are delicious that’s for sure. They actually happen quite often because each night is a date night with enough determination. He likes unwinding by watching anime with you and playing with your piercings. And he definitely learned skin care from you and Gojo. Enjoy playing with his hair.

One thing Geto learned to carry with him is a first care kit. You’re clumsy and bring bad luck. While it’s funny he doesn’t want you to die cuz unlike Gojo you don’t have infinity shield. He also definitely tried to learn another language besides English (I imagine him trying French and it’d be so funny to hear him use the slangs..). Both of you need your alone time, you two agree on that so there’s absolutely no issue with it. Heck it’s necessary in my opinion I can’t even handle people on a bad day…Personal headcanon but I believe Geto sucks at anything hand related. He can mess up the easiest DIY and his creativity ends at black. He will try for you but it’d be the equivalent of a kid giving you a handmade gift. He really tried to make those aesthetic clay pancake holders but they came out so weird you don’t dare to bring it up again. Actually, you tease him about it and he just decides to carry hello kitty aid bands with him while teasing you about your height. You definitely steal his clothes and he calls you Raccoon. I am not joking but it’s better than monkey. Geto likes to tease you a lot. He even pranks you sometimes! He once messed up your latte and you messed up with his shampoo in return…a peace treaty was made that day. The only banter you two have is about cheese. He’s probably lactose intolerant due to his ethnicity and he calls it smelly. Geto drops it quickly cuz it’s more to mess with you, especially when he refuses to kiss you after you ate cheese.

Frankly, I totally see Geto having a tattoo on his body. Matching tattoos for you two I guess. He also doesn’t mind if your shared house becomes a jungle as long as it’s taken care of.

Your HSR match is...Jing Yuan!

In HSR, Jing Yuan is basically what you look for.  He’s a pretty boy. A playful and independent pretty boy who has all the time in the world for you to accept him. He’s patient and caring to his loved ones.

With his specie I wouldn’t be surprised that a fling for him is a slow burn for us…Just kidding. What I meant is Jing Yuan will definitely wait for you. He’s patient and determined. Once he knows you’re the one he knows. And he’ll have to trust you first before even falling in love.

Let’s be angsty, you reminded Jing Yuan of someone he met in the past. A dear friend who passed away. That’s why we can say that he got to know you purely out of nostalgia. That’s why he wasn’t fazed by your introverted nature and was patient enough for you to open up. After you opened up and showed your playful and troublemaking side, he felt really guilty and slowly let go of that nostalgia to fully focus on you. Having Jing Yuan act himself and stop trying to compare you to someone else really made the two of you closer. Especially when he confessed why he first befriended you. Thankfully you were understanding. Anger is normal in this situation and he completely understands that you might distance yourself after this. It was a long process but he somehow managed to convince you that it’s not the case anymore. That he stayed for all the fun and laughter you bring him. It was an indirect confession from him. To be honest, you and Jing Yuan acted like lovers before officially becoming an item. You two first avaient tester le terrain and then you put on the label.

Jing Yuan is a fun and traditional lover. Yes he’s the type to pamper you with gifts, especially when he’s away on business. He supports all your hobbies and would be happy to fund your lifestyle but understands that you’re independent so he doesn’t propose it. He’s not doing it to be condescending, it’s just his way of showing love. What an old man. Jing Yuan is busy so he believes that leaving things for you is a suitable remplavement till he can spend time with you. His favorite dates include walking in forgotten parts of Luofu and talking with you. He doesn’t mind you being reckless because it actually gets him to loosen up and have fun. Life is trilling when you’re in danger I guess. Fun fact, you two once wore a disguise so you can have fun without anyone recognizing you. It was a very nice day and you still do it from time to time. Jing Yuan also really likes your baking. He sucks at cooking so…Yanqing is very thankful for you. Your house is always lively with your banter. Jing Yuan often wakes up early just so he can admire you while you sleep but shhh.

This old man sucks at video games in general. He’s very good at anything strategy oriented but don’t count on him for pvp or even open world. He’ll try for you so it’s good. Ironically, he’s very lucky in all games. BUT! He’s good at arts and craft. He likes making DIY with you and often tries to make things for you when he’s away. He succeeded at what Geto failed.

Jing Yuan likes how independent you are but still worries for you given how clumsy you are. He insisted on teaching you some self-defense in case you get yourself in trouble and he can’t help. He also likes receiving gifts from you, he often fiddles with them when he can’t see you. He actually loves physical affection that’s why he gets restless when he can’t see you for a while. What a dork.

You and Jing Yuan talk each night, be it while cuddling or over the phone. The conversations are long and he shares his troubles with you. The best moments are when you talk about Luofu history together because he has a lot to share and in many languages. Be it the juicy gossip or the angsty moments. He even speaks about his dear old friend who passed away and explain why you reminded him of them. PS, his lion likes you. Cat people assemble.

Your twst match is...Floyd!

Your Twst match was quite complicated. I hesitated between Jack, Floyd and Jamil. As you can see they all have some flaws you don’t really like that’s why I asked you of it was alright with you. In the end I picked Floyd because Jamil has a lot of fake people pleasing behavior and hates being made aware of it. Meanwhile Floyd is fully aware and doesn’t care.

At first, Floyd didn’t notice you at all. You’re an introvert who’s content with their cycle of friends, plus you’re not in his vicinity. He caught wind of you when you got into trouble and used your smart to get away with it. You didn’t get away from his eye and he started bothering you like he bothers Riddle. You can’t blame him, you made him curious! Your behavior surprised him and he has to know more. You called him out but he wasn’t fazed, Floyd just wants to have fun. It was only once you relented and gave him a chance that he calmed down a little. He spent more time with you and encouraged you to be even more mischievous if we can say. And you somehow managed to tame him a little cuz he got into less trouble (with you around he even accepted to just watch anime, draw and you got him into video games). It was Jade who notified him of the changes which made Floyd self-reflect. You ever got a 6’4 super strong eel run at you to proclaim his love? He’s determined and willing to wait for you…good luck. Hey it’s coming from a good place.

Floyd is a….peculiar? boyfriend. He’s very moody, clingy and has room for more growth. You can’t say he’s hot headed, he’s…spontaneous. I believe that Floyd lives life as it is. He does what makes him happy without much a second thought. It does hurt some people in the long run but believe it or not he tries to make it better. He knows he won’t always get away with it that’s why he’s getting better at controlling himself I guess? Your presence definitely helps with this because he takes exemple of you. Floyd now thinks through more of his actions to avoid unnecessary drama. Octavinelle thanks you for this. He acknowledge that he’s a bit clingy towards you but thankfully you love physical touch. Floyd also needs his space on bad days that’s why he let you have alone time when you want. But you have to tell him or he’ll think you’re just teasing him.

Floyd shows his love through acts and physical affection. He’s very big onto PDA and genuinely believes that giving you guard dog privileges is actually a sign of love. Oh and he also brings you random trinkets he made, or bought (he buys you high quality shoes for your birthday since his father said that shoes are important and you have to get good quality to be perceived well). When I said made, it’s cuz I believe Floyd is very good at DIY. His attention spawn is short and as shown in the game he’s good at anything if he puts his mind to it. I can totally see him building something for you out of the blue because he feels like it. He also makes sure to always stock up your favorite foods and bring you a free latte from the lounge each morning (he wants your sweets in exchange). Floyd loooves being with you in the kitchen cuz it always turns into a little food war! You still get to eat delicious food in the end and he gets to tease Azul with your delicious baking (he’s dieting leave him alone).

Dates with Floyd are spontaneous. If you want something planned you better organize it because he’s the type to just grab your hand and go on an adventure. He promised that you two would explore the whole sea together one day and is planning to keep this promise, he even keeps a journal with all the places you visited so he can keep track. In exchange, he wants you to show him all activities you two adrenaline junkies can enjoy. It’s a win win. At home, he wants nothing more than to cuddle and watch animes/movies with you while snacking. He also likes playing video games with you (he once missed revising for a test cuz he was playing all night. Azul wasn’t happy with both of you but jade found it funny). Fun fact, you and Jade get along due to your interest in hiking and plants. While Floyd joins you for hiking he is absolutely ready to shove his brother off the cliff if he continues talking about mushrooms. At least you got a terrarium gifted by Jade I guess.

After Floyd saw your piercings, he was determined to get one and he did (probably a nose then tongue one but he takes them off often). He also wants to get a tattoo but doesn’t know what or where (and if it’ll appear well on his merform). I headcanon that Floyd and jade are polylingual due to their upbringing so you two definitely can have fun with that. Heck he might even be willing to learn a new language so you two can talk shit about people without them understanding. Speaking of talking shit…Floyd has all the tea curtesy of Jade and Azul. He’ll share everything. In general, a relationship with Floyd is very playful but also requires patience because as I said he has a lot of room for self-growth in certain aspects that can be perceived as childish by some.

[shakapuffin]

^Promo for Alert 1x07 “Shannon”

Alert 1x06 “Tim and Amy” Review

hey everyone! here’s my review of the latest episode of Alert, 1x06 “Tim and Amy”

- so… dare i say it wasn’t horrible… dare i? cause honestly anything is better than whatever last weeks episode was i gotta be honest. but i didn’t think this episode was too bad. okay ya there’s some weird ass blips or whatever but it was pretty good for the track record of this show.

- i’m so happy keith’s finally in freaking therapy!! took way way too long but finally!! but ya the therapist is right, nikki and jason really do need some sessions, even if they’re not together, they need it as parents. we also got a bit more into keith’s kidnapping… kinda?… i hope it opens more conversations for him. also i don’t trust that new kid he’s friends with… idk he just has an odd vibe for me… we shall see!

- the case of the week was actually interesting and different and not weird as hell like last week! i was actually intrigued… weird! i gotta say tho… it might be a bit mean but… i wasn’t a fan of the actors for Tim and Amy (more Tim), im so sorry, they tried but i just don’t think it was it. but besides that, i thought the case was interesting with the new twist of physically going out into the wilderness and finding people. also side note but why doesn’t jason have an actual police issued gun or anything else besides that little pistol?!

- i gotta say tho… the beginning was promising, even th middle was good but what the hell happened at the end?! they were stuck in the cabin, mike was literally bleeding out, jason promises to get Cam and then bam!! they’re at headquarters! i feel like we missed a whole step there! like i get it, u can’t fit everything in but you have to plan that in the beginning and pace it out so u can show those moments! idk i just think i wanted more of how they physically got out and whatever happened to those guys who blew up. but ya it’s only 45 mins and it’s hard to fit everything in.

- i thought kemi’s story was interesting tonight… kinda a cool personal one for her to explore. my only thing about it is how would she 1) be allowed to work on a task force that specializes in missing people when she was literally kidnapped or something herself and 2) how does nikki not know, like doesn’t she have her file as the head of the missing persons unit? okay i’m definitely just being picky here lol! but her story is interesting… i just wish we could focus more on keith and that whole situation first before we get too deep into others.

- i’m sorry but what was going on with C? who was that girl? what? all of his storylines are such throwaway plot points!! like there was literally no need for any of that whole flirting (??) exchange to happen. i’m just so confused with that part, like are we ever gonna see that girl again? bruh!! stop wasting valuable TV time for nonsense storylines!!

- okay skipping back to the end… nikki somehow flew all the way out there in the middle of a storm after the search and rescue people literally said that they can’t go back out after they drop jason and mike off? okay, you know what i can look past that… but i can’t look past the bomb?!?! what?! how the hell did nikki just make a freaking bomb out of nothing!! what!! like where did that come from?! and then she goes on a whole ass speech about her life and idk being suicidal? huh? i get that shes trying to convince the bad guys that she would push the trigger but it was just so out of character for her idk. and then it’s never talked about again for the rest of the episode… like jason u heard the whole thing, don’t u think u should ask what that whole tangent was about!!

- on the other hand, i was a fan of jason showing off his first aid skills, he’s appreciated now! scott was great with that too, he took over the scene!

- i also wasn’t a fan of the reunion between mike and nikki… did it seem kinda awkward to anyone else?? okay so they’re back together.. can we just keep it that way! please! no more going back and forth, just pick a lane and go!! also idk if i like them together… that’s probs just me tho!

- side note: i do like the ending with jason talking to a therapist.. it’s a bit of character development for him just in one episode! okay i’m a fan! let’s see jason in therapy!

- i’m sad we didn’t see sidney… like where was she? and how did no one else really mention her? i’m kinda assuming she’s just living at jason’s house? but idk anymore! i also need to know more about june.. just what exactly is happening there?! it’s been a few episodes since we’ve last seen her! this is the problem with a lot of procedurals (or maybe just this show), they add a character/storyline in that is actually vital for the plot to move forward and then they don’t ever bring that character/storyline back!

- i really loved scott this week… he literally shined! yes i’m bias but he was really good this episode! i’m still not super impressed with dania.. sorry… her whole speech at the end when she had the bomb was just so weird to me… i think she tried to come across as angry or something but it just didn’t work for me. sorry dania. i like adeola role, she interesting! i liked ryan broussard this week, i thought he did good acting out being shot and everything else that comes along with that. i wasn’t a fan of C, i think it’s mainly because i don’t like the character of C and just don’t understand him. and then i really like the actor who plays keith, i think he’s bringing it most episodes!

okay once again, i’ve rambled on long enough! those are just my opinions… i’m definitely looking way too deep into this show but we only have a few episodes left so why not?! haha! and i like reviewing things, especially with scott being involved!

what did u guys think of this weeks episode? let me know if i missed anything!! i tried being more positive lol… not sure if it worked!! anyways, i luv reading other opinions!

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 9

Kyoya: I'm glad there were more tea leaves than I thought.

This way, a lot of people will be able to enjoy the combination of tea and recipes that Taiga-kun came up with.

Ito: Yes, that was such a relief.

Shido-san and I were the ones who were appointed to pick up the tea leaves and also contacted the Main Office about the additional expense. Right now, the car is filled with a faint, pleasant aroma from the boxes we bought.

Kyoya: That reminds me, the couple who own the shop are really nice.

The atmosphere of the hideaway shop was to my liking as well, I'd like to visit it on my own next time.

Ito: (Same here.)

Kyoya: Well, I'll just keep going and visit a few more places.

I knew a shop that sells the same tea leaves, so I contacted them as well.

Ito: That would be helpful.

Kyoya: The best way to go from here is….

The way Shido-san stared at the clock and thought about the route reminded me once again of the White Rabbit from Alice. Despite being pressed for time, he never loses his touch of elegance. Each of them were having a fight with their own time.

Roka: Well then, let the tea party begin ☆

Roka: Welcome!

Roka-san opened the door and greeted the customers with a sparkling aura that didn't show any sign of fatigue from all those preparations.

Haruhi: What is Roka-san’s job again?

Ito: He’s a receptionist, after consulting with Kise-san and Mika-san, we came to that conclusion.

His main job is to guide customers and chat with them.

(To be more exact…)

(The real reason is that….. We could already foresee what would happen if we leave the waiter job or merchandise handling to him.)

(It's a special position prepared by Kise-san and Mika-san.)

Haruhi: …………..I think I can guess what’s going on.

But in the end, that role fits him perfectly. He already nailed the job soon after opening hour.

Customer 1: Wow, so many tasty-looking stuff, I don’t know what to choose at all.

Roka: Well yes, the one who came up with the menu is a tea ceremony professional!

Customer 2: So, the hatter?

Roka: Good answer ♪

Customer 1: Ahaha, we got it right. Any recommendations?

Roka: Hmm, that's a difficult question! But if I had to say...

Ito: (Ichikawa-kun is right actually.)

(He makes every customer who comes into the store smile...)

(It just showed how effective it was to have Roka-san at the reception.)

Roka: Please enjoy the mysterious tea party to your heart's content today ☆

Kyoya: Sorry to keep you waiting, here is your afternoon tea set.

Along with smoked salmon sandwiches and berry Victoria cake.

I shall pour you some tea.

Customer 3: Wow, what a nice smell!

Kyoya: Thank you. We have chosen the tea that goes well with your food, do enjoy. 

Soyogu: Thank you for your patronage. You have ordered two cutlery sets. 

Customer 4: Can I take a look at this teapot?

Soyogu: Certainly. I'll bring it right away… Oh.

Urara: Hmph.

Soyogu: Nice timing.

Urara: ……

Soyogu: Please take a look.

Customer 4: Just now, did the pot and the man appear out of nowhere!?

Customer 5: I've already lost sight of him!?

Soyogu: Haha, don’t worry, he’ll randomly appear again.

Ito: Tsukimoto-san, an order for a second cup of tea.

They told me that its combination with Mont Blanc was superb.

Taiga: Oh, really?

Haruhi: Table 4, one afternoon tea set.

Also, you should start preparing our recommended black tea and matcha roll cake now.

I think there will be more order from the terrace seat. 

Ito: How did you know?

Haruhi: I saw a customer eating and having the time of their life, someone is interested for sure.

Ah, I have been called as we speak. I'm off.

Taiga: I’ll be waiting.

Ito: (Each person has a completely different character, I thought they wouldn’t work well together...)

(Not only is there a strange harmony, but their synergy fills the space with smiles.)

Right now, this place has become an extremely charming wonderland.

Chapter 10

[ari-makes]

Another Dance

*TW some stuff happens to Ari so yea Warning*

*Context the characters Ari and Brunette were fighting*

Notes: This is my first finished story it is a bit bad but I did get some help from some people. Without further ado enjoy Another Dance.

Brunette: (laughs) Yeah, of course, Ari. You're right about that. Friends always make up. I'm really sorry for getting so worked up. It won't happen again, I promise. You're the best friend I could ever ask for. (hugs him tighter)

Ari: (smiles) No worries, Brunette. I know you didn't mean it. You're my best friend too, you know that. And hey, at least we had a good laugh out of it, right? (chuckles) Now, how about we clean up this mess and get back to our game? We were almost at the final boss!

Brunette: (nods) Yeah, that sounds good. Let's put everything back where it belongs and get back to the game. I'll make us some snacks while we're at it. (starts gathering up the items they knocked over)

Ari: (watches her as she cleans up) Thanks, Brunette. You're really good to me. (starts helping her pick things up) So, how about I teach you some new baking recipes? I've been practicing some new cake designs, and I think you'd be really good at it.

Brunette: (smiles) That sounds nice, Ari. I'd like that. I'm not the best cook, but I'm always up for learning something new. And who knows? Maybe with your help, I'll be able to make cakes as good as yours. (finishes gathering the items and stands up)

Ari: (finishes as well) Alright, let's get back to our spots. I'll show you some basic steps, and then you can practice on your own. And don't worry, your cakes will be just as good, if not better than mine!

Brunette: (sits down at her desk) Thanks, Ari. I really appreciate it. (looks at her laptop) Okay, let's get back to the game. Do you want to be the one who controls this character, or shall I?

Ari: (sits down as well) Oh, uh, sure. You can control the character this time. I'll just watch and give you some pointers. (leans back in his chair, watching her intently)

Brunette: (grins) Okay, here we go. (starts playing the game) So, Ari, what kind of cake designs are you planning to teach me first? Maybe you can show me some pictures or something, so I have an idea?

Ari: (nods) Sure, I can do that. Actually, I've been working on a really cool design for a chocolate-caramel cake. It's kind of like a checkerboard pattern, with alternating layers of chocolate and caramel. I can show you some pictures later. (watches her play, offering advice when needed)

Narrator: They spend the rest of the day playing video games and talking about their plans for the future. Ari and Brunette grow even closer as friends, sharing laughter and support throughout their adventures. Their friendship blossoms into something truly special, filled with mutual trust and understanding. As they continue to explore their interests together, they discover new ways to inspire and challenge each other, making every day an exciting journey of self-discovery and growth.

Ari: (after some time) You know, we should think about doing something special for our next game night. Like, inviting some other friends to join us or maybe having a themed night or something. What do you think?

Brunette: (thinks for a moment) That actually sounds really fun! We could invite some of our other friends who also love gaming, or even plan a theme night where we dress up as our favorite video game characters. That would be so much fun!

Ari: Hey Brunette I was thinking (hesitates) could i dress up as the girl character?

Brunette: (laughs) Of course you can, Ari! I mean, you're my best friend, and I trust you to pull off any character you want. But I promise not to laugh too hard when I see you in that outfit! So, what kind of theme night were you thinking of?

Ari: oh um you know….that one character.

Brunette: (raises an eyebrow) Oh, you mean the one who dresses like a schoolgirl? Yeah, I get it. Well, if that's what you want to do, then go for it! But just remember, I'll be dressing up as a character too, so you better not show me up!

Ari: yea don't worry I won't.

Brunette: (grins) Alright then, let's start brainstorming! How about we have a "classic games night" theme? Everyone can come dressed as their favorite character from an old-school game like Mario, Zelda, or Sonic the Hedgehog. That way, we can all relive some nostalgic memories and have a blast playing together!

Ari: That sounds fun! can we invite…..you know.

Brunette: (smiles) Of course we can invite whoever you want, Ari. This is your idea just as much as it is mine. So, who do you have in mind?

Ari: Brunette don't play with me you know who I'm talking about!!!

Brunette: Who?

Ari: You Know Aspen! I want to invite him.

Brunette: Oh! I see. Well, that's sweet of you, Ari. Well, if you think he'll enjoy gaming night, then go for it! I'm sure he'll have a great time. Just remember, I'll be here for you if things get awkward or weird between the two of you. You know, as a friend to both of you. (smiles reassuringly)

Ari: Thank You so much Brunette!!! You're the best!

Brunette: Awww, thanks, Ari. You're pretty much the best friend a girl could ask for too. Now, let's start planning this gaming night! What do you want to do first? Invite everyone or figure out the menu?

Ari: I wanna eat Japanese food, so we can put that on the menu.

Brunette: Japanese food sounds perfect! I'm sure everyone will love it. So, who do you want to invite first? Aspen or some of our other friends?

Ari: (blushes at the sound of Aspen's name)

Brunette: (notices Ari's reaction but doesn't say anything) Okay, well then, let's start by making a list of all our gamer friends and their contact information. That way, we can reach out to them and let them know about the party. Sound good?

Ari: yea sounds great!

Ari: (still blushing a bit and hesitant about his question) Brunette? If I kissed Aspen at the party what would you do?

Brunette: (taken aback by the question) Ari, I… I don't know. I mean, I'd want you to be happy, but I'm not sure what I'd do in that situation. I guess it would depend on how he reacted and everything. Do you think you'll kiss him?

Ari: (a bit surprised by Brunette's reaction) I…I don't know.

Brunette: (smiling reassuringly) Hey, it's okay if you don't. Like I said, I'm here for you either way. Just focus on having fun and enjoying the party, okay? And if anything happens, we'll deal with it together, just like we always do.

Ari: Thanks.

Brunette: (nods) No problem. Now, let's get back to planning the party! What do you think about having a "Mario Kart" tournament? It'll be a fun way to get everyone involved and add some competition to the night.

Ari: (excitedly) That is a great idea!!! and maybe the loser has to do a dare!

P.S.*The Mario tournament gets scrapped halfway through the story so don't get attached to the idea.*

Brunette: (laughs) Okay, so we'll have a tournament with three rounds. The first round will be double elimination, and then the finals will be a single elimination match. For dares, we can come up with something fun like a dance-off or a costume change. Sound good?

Ari: (excitedly) I go with the costume change idea I think it sounds fun!! P.S.*this also does not happen*

Brunette: (smiles) Alright then! I'll set up a sign-up sheet for the tournament, and we can start planning some fun dares for the losers. In the meantime, why don't you text Aspen and see if he's available for the party? I'll start working on the menu and making sure we have enough food for everyone.

Ari: (turns red when Aspen is mentioned) Yea i'll do that.

Brunette: (notices him blushing) So Who is on your mind?

Brunette: (proud of what she said)

Ari: (still blushing) Wh…What d..do you mean?

Brunette: (laughs) I'm just teasing, don't be nervous. I'm sure Aspen will be happy to come to the party. And if not, there's always someone else to hang out with. You're not just confined to talking to him all night, you know. Just focus on having fun and enjoying the party, no matter what happens.

Ari: (relieved) Thanks I needed that.

Ari: You know Brunette you can invite some of your friends.

Brunette: (grins) Thanks, but I want you to feel comfortable inviting your friends too. Besides, I'm sure our other friends will be happy to meet some of your friends from the game store. It'll be a good chance for everyone to mingle and make new connections.

Ari:(smiles softly) Yea I think i should invite some of my cosplaying friends! and maybe my bus buddy!!! and all the people in my friend circle!! all together there are about 18 people coming.

Brunette: (feeling like teasing Ari again) Did you count Aspen~?

Ari: (blushing) No… I mean… I hope he comes.

Brunette: (feeling a bit sorry) Hey, don't worry about it. Like I said, if he comes, great. If he doesn't, there's plenty of other people to I have fun' withm sure. And he who knows'll, maybe come someone else, Ari will be. interested in You' youre a really nice guy,~ and I'm sure he'll want to be there to see you having fun. And even if he doesn't, there's always the party to look forward to. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, okay? Just enjoy the process of planning and inviting everyone. Well, if he doesn't, there will be plenty of other people for you to hang out with. And who knows, maybe you'll meet someone new and interesting. You never know what can happen at a party, right?

Ari: (a bit nervous) Right.

Brunette: The party will be tomorrow. is that okay?

Ari: yea it sounds okay.

Narrator: That night, Ari couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He had never been to a party with so many people, and the thought of meeting new people, including Brunette's friends, was both exciting and daunting. He couldn't help but wonder if Aspen would show up, and if so, what their reaction would be to him., as Ari got home, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He had never been to a party like this before, and the thought of meeting new people, especially Aspen, made his heart race. He quickly changed into comfortable clothes and grabbed his favorite controller for the Mario Kart tournament. As he prepared for the party, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of dares they would come up with for the losers…

Brunette: (interrupting his thoughts) Hey, you should come over to my place before the party. We could hang out and get to know each other better. I could show you some of my favorite games and maybe even teach you how to play them. That way, you'll have someone to talk to and play with at the party. Plus, my parents won't mind as much if you're with me. (sees Ari getting ready) Wow, you look really cute! I hope you don't mind me saying that.

Ari: (gives brunette a caring smile) Don't worry I like being called cute!

Brunette: (blushes) Well, thank you. So, what do you think? Do you want to come over before the party? It'll be a lot of fun, I promise.

Ari: (excited) Yea I'll go!

Brunette: Great! Just give me your address and I'll come pick you up in a bit. I can't wait to show you my room and all my stuff!

Ari: Okay!! (gives address) let's go!

Brunette: (drives to Ari's house) Okay, we're here. Do you want me to come in or is that okay? I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

Ari: No i'm fine thanks though.

Brunette: (walks into Ari's house) Wow, your room is really… you! It's so colorful and cute. I love all the posters and stuffed animals. You must have a really great collection.

Ari: (shows Brunette a bunch of Five-Below coupons) Yep Five-Below's got my back!

Brunette: (laughs at all the coupons) That's so adorable! Okay, let's play some games. I've been wanting to try out this new game I got. It's called "Overwatch" - it's an online team-based shooter. You choose a character and work together with your team to achieve objectives. I've been practicing with my friends, and I think I'm getting pretty good at it. Do you want to try it out?

Ari: (a bit nervous) I don't really play shooter games, but I think its worth a try.

Brunette: (sets up the game and explains the controls to Ari ) It's really not as complicated as it looks. You just need to aim and shoot at the other team while protecting your own. I'll be the one explaining the rest as we play. Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging. I promise you'll have fun!

Ari: (now trusting Brunette) Okay i'm ready!

Narrator: They spent hours playing "Overwatch," with Brunette patiently guiding Ari through the game's mechanics. Ari was surprised to find that he actually enjoyed it, and even started to show some skill. They took turns playing different characters and laughing together as they teamed up to take down the other team. Their time together passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was time to get ready for the party.

Brunette:( looks at a clock on the desk) Oh shoot!! we lost track of time! We need to get ready!

Ari: (a worried look on his face) I agree.

Brunette: Don't worry, we'll make it to the party on time. Just give me a minute to quickly change and we'll head out. You can wait for me in my car if you want, or you can come inside and use the restroom if you need to. Whatever you feel most comfortable with.

Ari: Okay! (puts on his schoolgirl costume) I'm done!!

Brunette: (finishes changing into her costume as well) Looks like we're both ready now. Let's head out to the party!

Ari: Okay lets go.

Brunette: (walks out to Ari's car and opens the driver's side door) Okay, hop in! I'll drive us over. The party should be starting soon, so we need to hurry.

Narrator: As they drove to the party, the excitement in the air was palpable. The music was blaring from the house they were approaching, and the yard was filled with people in colorful costumes. Ari couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but Brunette reassured him that everything would be fine and they would have a great time together.

Brunette: ( pulls up to the party and parks the car) There we are. We're here. You ready?

Ari: (nods)

Brunette: Alright, let's go! (gets out of the car and holds out a hand to help Ari out)

Ari: Thanks Brunette, such a "gentlemen".

Brunette: (smiles and gives Ari's hand a gentle squeeze as they walk up to the house together) Don't worry, I'm always here for you. Now let's go have some fun!

Narrator: They approached the crowded house and saw groups of people dancing, playing games, and enjoying themselves. Brunette scanned the crowd, looking for her friends, and spotted them near the deck.

Brunette: Hey, I see my friends over there. Shall we say hi?

Ari: Yea

Brunette: (leads Ari over to the group, making introductions as they go) This is my friend, Ari. Ari, these are my buddies from school.

Weirdo: (points at Ari's Skirt) Are you a boy or a girl.

Ari: ( a bit embarrassed) I am a boy. Why are you asking?

Weirdo: only girls can wear skirts.

Ari: (now very embarrassed) Could you please go away?

Weirdo: (touched Ari and grabbed his waist.)

Ari: (he squirmed out of the weirdo's reach and ran to the bathroom)

Ari: (starts to cry because of what just happened)

Brunette: (notices Ari ran off and looks at the guy angrily) Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you're doing?! You don't touch my friend like that!

Weirdo: "Oh yeah! What are you gonna do about it?"

Brunette: (glares at the guy and then quickly pulls out her phone, dialing 911) Hello? This is Sarah Johnson. There's a guy here at the party who just assaulted my friend. Can you please send someone over to handle this situation? No, he's still here at the party. Yes, I can stay with my friend until the police arrive. Thank you.

Brunette: (hangs up the phone and turns to the weirdo, who's starting to look a bit nervous.) "Well, it looks like you're going to have some company soon. Maybe you should go find your friends and make yourself scarce before the police get here." (She then walks over to Ari, who is still in the bathroom, and gently knocks on the door.) "Ari, are you okay? Can I come in?"

Ari: (whispers) No.

Brunette:( takes a deep breath and tries the doorknob, finding it unlocked) Okay, I'm coming in. (She opens the door and sees Ari sitting on the bathroom floor, still crying) Ari, I'm so sorry that happened. I should have been paying more attention to you. You didn't deserve that. I'm going to go get someone to help us, okay? Just stay here for now.

Aspen: (sees Ari in the bathroom and gets really worried) Oh my god, what happened to you? Is everything okay? Do you need someone to stay with you while Brunette goes and gets help?

Ari: (looking embarrassed) No, I just want to go home… I feel so stupid.

Aspen: (gently) Ari, you didn't do anything wrong. You can't help it if that guy is a weirdo. I'm here for you, and I'll stay with you until everything gets sorted out. Just focus on feeling better, okay?

Ari: (blushes sofly) oh…Okay.

Brunette: (walks over to Aspen and Ari, noticing the blush on both of their faces) Oh, what do we have here? A cute little moment between the two of you? I'm just teasing, of course. But seriously, I'm so glad you found each other. You two deserve so much better than that guy who was harassing Ari. I'm going to go find Sarah and see if she knows anyone else who can stick around in case that guy comes back. In the meantime, why don't you two get to know each other a bit better? You seem like you have a lot in common.

Aspen: (smiling) You know, I think you look really cute in your costume. It really suits you. You know, you can always come with me if you need to get away from the crowd or something. I'd be more than happy to hang out with you.

Ari: (blushes deeply) T-thank you…I mean, I'd like that. (looks at the floor shyly) I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now…I just didn't expect anything like that to happen. (blushing even harder) T-thank you… I mean… you're really sweet… (blushes even harder)

Aspen: (leans in and kisses Ari softly, their lips pressing against each other)

Ari: (is a bit surprised by the kiss but enjoys it, closing his eyes and kissing Aspen back softly)

Brunette: (entering the bathroom) Oh my gosh, you two! When did this happen?! You're so cute together! I'm just kidding, of course. But seriously, I'm so glad that you're both feeling better. That guy didn't deserve either of you. So, I take it we have a new couple at the party?

Narrator: The two boys blush as they break apart from their kiss. Ari's cheeks are flushed a deep red, and Aspen's cheeks are also red but not as noticeable. They both smile shyly at Brunette's comment.

Ari: (softly) I… I think so? I mean, I've had a crush on Aspen for a while now, but I never thought he felt the same…

Aspen: (shyly) Yeah, I've had a crush on you too, Ari. I just… I didn't want to make things awkward, you know? But I'm glad I did. You're really special.

Brunette: (smiling) Awww, that's so sweet! You two are just perfect together. And hey, if you ever need anything, or just want to hang out, you know where to find me. I'm always here for you both. Now, why don't we go back to the party and have some fun? You deserve it after all that's happened.

Ari: (nods) Yeah, I'd like that… Thanks, Brunette your the best.

Brunette: (hugging both boys) Of course I am! Now, let's get you two back out there!

Narrator: The three of them leave the bathroom, returning to the party. The music is still loud, and people are dancing, and laughing. Ari and Aspen link arms, feeling more confident now that they have each other's support. They dance together, occasionally sharing a sweet glance or a shy smile. As they dance, they lose themselves in the music and each other, forgetting about everything else that happened earlier.

Brunette: (watches them dance and smiles) They really are perfect together. I'm so glad I could help them find each other tonight. Now, if only I could find someone as special for myself…

Narrator: Spotting a very pretty lady across the room, Brunette decides to go for it. She walks over to her and asks politely, "Hey, would you like to dance with me?" Lina looks surprised and blushes slightly before giving a small, shy smile. "Oh, sure! I'd love to dance with you." She takes Brunette's hand, and the two of them step onto the dance floor. As they dance, they start to talk and get to know each other. Lina is also a big fan of the band playing tonight, and they discover that they have several mutual friends in common. The conversation flows easily between them, and Brunette can't help but feel more and more attracted to Lina as the night goes on. As the party begins to wind down, Lina tells Brunette, "Hey, this was really fun. You're a really great dancer. Text me after the party, okay?" Brunette blushes and agrees, promising to do so. She thanks Lina and then excuses herself to go find Ari and Aspen. Brunette finds Ari and Aspen sitting together on a couch, munching on some cookies they found at a snack table. "Hey you two, having a good time?" she asks with a grin. Ari nods, "Yeah, it's been great. How about you? You seem to be having a good time too." Aspen smiles at Brunette, "Thanks for all your help earlier, you're really sweet." "Thanks, you two. Well, I'm going to head out now. It was nice meeting you, Aspen. See you around, Ari." Brunette gives them both a quick hug before heading for the exit. As she walks to her car, she can't help but feel a little giddy about the possibility of going out with Lina again. As Brunette climbs into her car and begins the drive home, her mind drifts back to the events of the night. She can't help but smile as she thinks about Lina and how much fun they had dancing together. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out Lina's number, debating whether or not to text her. After a few more moments of thought, she decides to go for it. She quickly types out a message to Lina, "Hey there! This was so much fun. I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Let's do this again sometime, yeah?" She hits send and then leans back in her seat, waiting anxiously for a reply. A few moments later, Brunette's phone buzzes with a new message. She glances at the screen and sees that it's from Lina. Her heart skips a beat as she reads the message: "Of course! I'm looking forward to it too. We'll definitely have to plan something soon. Good night and sweet dreams!" Da End!!

this story probably sucks I'm tired it is 1:48 but i wanted to post it so yea bye

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Fallin’ For You // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: I saw that your requests were open I was wondering if you could do something with Anthony x reader maybe the reader gets Injured somehow or something? Just fluffy worried Anthony really 😂 - @nicole198205

A/N: More mindless fluff! I’m sorry it isn't more substantial, but I had my first covid vaccine yesterday and I can barely move my arm. Anyway, I hope you all like!! <3

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Female!Reader

Warnings: female reader, injuries, minor injuries, nothing overly serious, worried Anthony. 

Word count: 1.9k

For all of the education allowed to women of your station, even your governess would be shocked at the litany of swear words leaving your lips as you do your best to limp across the stretching, green lawn of Aubrey Hall. 

A morning walk. A lovely, morning walk where you could observe the grounds of your marital home – that was all you wanted, all you had really planned of your day. You weren’t to know of the tree root sticking up from the ground; its limbs gnarled and mangled as it stretches out across the forest floor. 

You felt something rip as you fell to the ground; your left ankle trapped within the tree root, a pained yelp leaving your lips as you scraped the palms of your hands on the rocks littering the floor. Wounded pride, wounded hands, wounded ankle – you took a quick inventory of your injuries as you let the tears fall in privacy before dragging yourself to your feet, briefly wondering how much more damage you would do to your ankle before making it home.

The closer you get to the grand seat of power of the Bridgerton family, the straighter you force your posture, determined to hide the worst of the pain until safely hidden away in your bedchamber where you could release the waiting sobs and cries of agony. The main door is too far away, and the thought of limping to the heavy wooden doors almost sends you to the floor once again. Instead, you hobble to the side entrance to the kitchen where not even the delicious aroma of shortbread could keep the tears at bay. 

“Lady Bridgerton!” The cook, Mrs. Black gasps as she catches sight of your muddied gown and the pained expression on your face. “Are you okay? Should you be walking?”

“I’m alright, Mrs. Black,” You smile painfully, attempting to ignore the piercing pain spreading through your foot and ankle. 

“You’ll tell me anything!” She cries, flapping her teatowel at you. “I’m going to get Jenkins. Do not move,” She warns, fixing you with an unimpressed but concerned look.

“I don’t think I could if I tried,” You admit, leaning against the wooden frame of the doorway for support, relieving your injured ankle of your body weight. 

You let your eyes slip closed, letting yourself fall into the pain for a single moment, slowing your breathing as you feel the first tears slip down your cheeks.

“Lady Bridgerton!” Jenkins’ concerned shout has you opening your eyes, meeting the aged grey eyes of the butler that had looked after you since the first days of your marriage to Anthony. His eyes run over you quickly, assessing the situation with a speed decades in services has gifted him. “Do you think you can walk to my office?” He asks quietly; his voice almost a whisper. 

Mrs. Black answers for you; her Yorkshire accent becoming thicker the more upset she becomes. “Walk! The poor girl can barely stand! Walk, my great aunt,” She mutters, rolling her eyes as she settles her hands on her hips. 

Jenkins closes his eyes for a count of three; letting Mrs. Black have her rant before shaking his head with exasperated fondness. “Mrs. Russell, Mrs. Black – would you please help Lady Bridgerton to my office.”

The order is given, and the respected butler turns away, heading to his office to grab a chair and something for you to rest your ankle on. 

Mrs. Russell and Mrs. Black each take an arm, holding you steady as you hobble your way to the butler’s office. 

The room smells like old paper and tobacco; it puts you at ease as you settle into the chair already set up for you in the middle of the room. Jenkins remains close to his desk; his eyes fixed on your ever swelling ankle. 

“There you are,” Mrs. Black whispers softly. 

“Thank you,” You whisper to the beloved cook.

“It’s no issue, my lady. I’ll bake you something special and sweet for dessert tonight for managing to walk back to the house in your state.”

You smile at the cook; your bottom lip beginning to wobble as she squeezes your arm once before taking her leave. Sighing painfully, you wince as you adjust the ankle resting on the small, green ottoman. 

“What happened, my lady?” Jenkins asks, remaining close to his desk. 

“It’s all so silly,” You begin, “I was on my morning walk as I told you about this morning over breakfast with Anthony. Anyway, I was just beyond the tree line when I must not have looked, and I tripped over a tree root. I couldn’t simply stay there, lying on the floor so I made my way back to the house, but the main door is so far away. The kitchen was closer and I’m so glad because you got to me quicker.”

Jenkins nods once; accepting your story for what it was: the truth. He kneels down beside your injured ankle, meeting your gaze. “May I?”

You nod once, biting your lip to keep from whimpering pain as Jenkins makes quick work of examining your injury.  “I’m going to have to get the Viscount, my lady,” Jenkins sighs, his gaze meeting that of the Head Housekeeper, Mrs. Russell.

“Are you sure?” You question, not wanting to pull Anthony away from his work. You try not to wince as you move your ankle to the left and the right. “See!” You gesture, “I’m moving it just fine.”

Jenkins shakes his head, doing his best to hide a smile at your stubbornness. “With all due respect, my lady, I can see the bruise beginning to bloom. I don’t think you’ll be walking for a few days.”

You sink further into the chair, groaning. “I had so many plans for this week,” You whine, covering your face with your hands as you fight off the first wave of tears. “That damned tree root!”

Jenkins blinks once, twice, three times at your use of such language before releasing an amused chuckle. Mrs. Russell shakes her head at the sight, stepping further into the room. The aged Housekeeper settles a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly before uttering, “I shall go alert the Viscount. You do not move from this chair.” 

“Yes, Mrs. Russell,” You promise, flashing a watery smile at the woman as she leaves the room. 

Jenkins’ hand settles on your knee as more tears threaten to fall. “It’s alright, my lady. We’ve all injured ourselves.”

You sniff, drying your eyes with the caring butler’s handkerchief. Jenkins’ shifts back to his desk; resting on the edge of it as he awaits the arrival of the Viscount, knowing full well that Anthony would soon be flying through the door to his office. 

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“(Y/N)!” The Viscount all but shouts as he rushes down the stairs of Aubrey Hall. Mrs. Russell had explained your injuries, but it had done very little to quash the unadulterated worry settling deep within Anthony’s gut. 

“(Y/N)!” Anthony bellows once more, rushing through the large kitchen to Jenkins’ office where he finds you settled on a chair with your left ankle propped up on a small, dark green ottoman. 

“Darling,” He gasps; the breath rushing from him in one movement. He falls to his knees beside you; his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “What happened?”

“I feel so foolish,” You whisper, voice breaking as fresh tears begin to line your eyes. 

Anthony’s thumb brushes across your cheekbone. “An impossibility. You could never be such a thing.”

“I fell over a tree root, Anthony. Not exactly graceful.”

He clamps his lips shut, determined not to let the relieved laughter fall from his lips. Anthony had only known such fear upon Mrs. Russell’s announcement of your injury once before; the anguished cries of his younger sister Eloise, the one to find their father dead in the garden. To see you sitting in Jenkins’ office, the only injuries being your ankle, scraped hands and your pride, Anthony could have wept in relief. 

“You don’t have to be graceful,” Anthony whispers, “You just have to be okay.”

“I’m okay now that you’re here,” You whisper, leaning in at the same time as your husband. 

Anthony kisses you as if there wasn’t an audience at the door. Unhurried, Anthony holds you close, his hands moving from your cheeks to your neck before settling on your shoulders. 

He breaks the kiss; dropping one, two, three quick kisses to your mouth before pulling away completely. “We’ll call the doctor tomorrow morning. For now, I want you to rest. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”

“You can’t carry me all the way to our room!” You laugh, “I’ll have to hop part of the way.”

“Not a chance, darling.”

“I can do it,” You state, crossing your arms stubbornly.

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m just saying you won’t get the chance because I’ll be carrying you the whole way.”

“Anthony, my love, that’s too far.”

“Watch me, darling.”

With that, Anthony scoops you into his arms, your head resting comfortably against his strong shoulder as he begins the climb to your shared bedroom.

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The bed feels close to heaven as you settle on top of the covers; the lush fabric greeting you like an old friend as you sit back against the headboard. Anthony grabs the first pillow he can reach, gingerly lifting your ankle and apologising profusely when you wince in pain as he tucks the pillow underneath. 

“Will you need help changing, my lady?” Your Ladies’ Maid, Annie, asks, having followed Jenkins and Mrs. Russell through the house as Anthony carried you. 

Your husband answers for you. “No, thank you, Annie. Take the rest of the day off, I’ll look after Lady Bridgerton.”

“As you wish, my lord,” Annie answers, curtseying before leaving the room; Jenkins and Mrs. Russell following.

You fix your husband with an interested look. “What?” He asks, a smirk beginning to grace his lips.

“You’re going to look after me, are you?”

“What kind of husband would be if I didn’t?”

“Touché,” You answer with a laugh, “So you’re going to get me changed?”

“As if I haven’t undressed you before,” Anthony smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he begins to undo his cravat. 

“Anthony!” You laugh, throwing one of the many pillows on your bed at your beloved husband. He catches it with ease, throwing it to one side before crawling up the length of the bed, taking care not to jostle your ankle. 

Anthony props himself up by his elbow as he gazes up at you. Your tears have long since dried, but your eyes still show the pain you keenly feel. Anthony frowns; if he could take away your pain, he would – he’s adamant that you should never feel an ounce of pain, but even he couldn’t help the occasional sprained ankle.

“You scared me half to death this morning,” He whispers, reaching for your hand. 

“It’s a sprained ankle, my love. We’ll summon the doctor first thing tomorrow like you said and he’ll confirm our suspicions.”

“Still,” Anthony breathes, bringing your joined hands up to his lips upon which he places a multitude of kisses.

“I have no plans on leaving you prematurely,” You promise, reaching to stroke a hand down his cheek. At the last moment, Anthony turns his face, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. He closes his eyes at the feel of your hand on his cheek; he inhales the familiar, comforting scent of your floral perfume. Rose standing out amongst the rest; he lets the scent take him somewhere calmer as his heart finally begins to slow down. 

“No more walking the grounds alone,” He states, eyebrows furrowing with the severity of his words. 

“I won’t need to if you join me,” You tease, “Think of all the trouble we could cause in the great outdoors.”

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pride and limerence; anthony bridgerton

sham & pain ii

read part one here

summary: you once loved him, you try to convince yoursef you don’t anymore, will you go past your own pride? 

limerence: the state of being infatuated.

word count: 7.1k (sorry I like writing)

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: flashbacks in italics slightly angsty, Anthony is a little shit but you’re gonna love him, but you’ll hate him, implicitly

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part three: misapprehension & passion part one | part two | part three | part four  part five    part six

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Anthony had the liberty to say his heart had been shattered twice, hence why he had turned so cold now. However said liberty would not be of use, for he would never admit to anyone he had ever held his heart to be used. 

Though it was so obvious. 

Anthony had not slept the night before, and he was not planning on sleeping tonight. He had not gone to his place but rather gone to the Bridgerton household to work on his office. He had left the ballroom, apologizing to his mother for he could not stay for Eloise, Leaving her mother and her with the other two gentlemen. 

He knew he was a rake. He had been sure of it for as long as he could remember. But to be called a rake by her, it—hurt his pride. He knew he was dangerous. That was it. 

Because he knew she was right. Y/N saying it had stung like a dagger right through his chest. 

He regretted it. But however had she known about Siena? And had she heard about every other mistress too? 

He knew how y/n worked, she was never one to ask, but people often told her stuff. Hence why the woman held such a power on him. She knew so much about him. 

Probably she was just guessing when she had said about the opera, but she always was right. 

But she had to understand that he had to wash her off his body. Oh. To think of that. He closed his eyes. For he hadnt been able to, because he was sure he could taste her lips on his. Anthony brought his hand tothem, as he tried to understand and reprimand himself for dancing with Miss Y/N Y/L/N. It had been a mistake, for sure. Could he not stop himself for once? 

Of course he knew that he had approached her for his own male pride because he could not stand seeing her with anyone else. 

Yes, he was jealous. Of course he’d be jealous than anyone but him placed their hand behind her. Y/n was the one person that haunted his mind all time. He was the first person he’d ever fallen in love with, and the first person to ever break his heart. 

He opened a drawer, the several letters he’d written but never sent. Only one. She had sent him one, in reply, and his response had never come through. Because words were not enough, and because her letter had been clear. 

The one letter she had answered to. The one letter he had sent. 

He had asked for an explanation, he had asked why she had run away and he had asked if she would be able to much on from such a charade. He had asked if she was feeling alright with herself, calling her evil and asking if she dared to have a heart after this. The letter had also told her he needed to see her again, for this matters shall be discussed in person. 

He still could recite the letter by heart, for he’d spent days and nights reading and reading it, a fragment would always play in the back of his mind. 

“Thank you, Lord Bridgerton for your interest in my well-being, I happen to be having such a wonderful time and thank your time for sending your regards. I hope this letter finds you well. Some words you sent were exquisite even if insulting, however I found myself in a predicament for I do not know the intention from your past letter. 

I am not sure if you were asking for me to apologize, or if you were apologizing yourself. Whichever may be the case, I think either come as excessive as unnecessary. 

I do know how difficult apologies come to you, and as far as novelty goes, I do believe rather improper to call a lady evil for merely looking out for her heart. One which I do have, if you must know. 

I am not like you, my dear Lord, my heart needs time to heal from falling under such an impression. It comes as a surprise you think I have no heart when you borrowed so much of it. It would be ironic even if I dared to beg to give some of it back, for it’s gone completely. 

The answer to the questions you ask are simple, I ran away for my own good, and I will be able to move on. Though I will miss our meetings in that sake forgotten land, I must admit I’m rather happy our flaws finally came to an end. 

I do believe everything is burnt, however. That promised land you were so certain you’d give me, seems to be only ashes now. 

Am I a fool to be waiting for you, my lord? That is the one question I ask myself every night as the stars and the moon light up my room. Here I am, thinking about how you could dare to take a soul and doom it, if you were not to love it. 

I will not ruin your fate. I know you wished not to marry so I did not want to marry merely to cease a scandal. 

I guess I could not ask more of you, but I do want you to understand that I will not tolerate being accused of playing with your heart when mine was the one at risk. I will not tolerate you accusing me of breaking your heart when you took away the one thing I cannot get back. Though we are being lighted with disappointment, it comes from both ends, Anthony. 

It was not easy for me to turn down a proposal before it was even made. It was not easy to reject the man I love, but as I said, I will not tolerate having my own heart at risk. Unless I am proven it’s not at risk. If I ever marry it shall be for love, not for a scandal. 

I do not ask for anything, Anthony, I have never been one to beg, and I will not start now for I find it ridiculous to beg for someone’s love, especially when I know you are incapable of it. 

I hope the women who search for you please you well, and I wish for you to understand why I cannot come back to London. I think you will rejoice from my withdrawal for I do remember you found me barely tolerable and very disagreeable. My presence shall not bother you anymore. 

I do ask of you, my lord, and beg you, if I must, to keep only one of your promises. Please keep the secret you intended to keep, for I do not want my own reputation to be cursed. It is enough for me to be hanging near a tree waiting for my love to linger. If you ever felt such feelings as the one you used to describe on your verses, I know you would, please, keep that secret to your grave. It is the only favor I ask, and if you want me to stay away forever, I will, or if you want anything else, I will not consider it twice and it shall be done. 

Please keep the secret that haunts me at night. 

I guess we are past compliments and pleasantries and courtesy, however, I must make one last amendment , and I do extend an invitation for you to come visit. 

I would say it is only courtesy, but that would be a lie, for I miss the glow in my heart.” 

Her signature spelled a hopeful chance that he had never taken. He had never known how to answer her for he was still heartbroken. He’d rewritten his response over and over and over

He knew that she had changed her feelings now, for she was wiser and probably understood more of that which happened at night. He believed her skin to be the resumption to his. 

So of course, it would come as no surprise that someone as proud as him would get jealous. Especially considering that by scandal standards, Anthony and y/n should be married. 

Anthony had kept his secrets, though. He would not dare to say whatever had gone with them. No one knew about it. Probably Colin had suspected it, but he had never asked. 

Benedict was the one who knew about the proposal, as about other stuff, but he had promised to keep his mouth shut. Anthony had not told Benedict but Benedict had been adult deduced that his brother had seduced y/n.  Perhaps the other way around, too. 

Benedict had warned him to marry her after it. And so Anthony had announced he’d be proposing and he’d asked for a blessing. And yet, he would still play that scene over and over, how she had dropped his hand and ran from the ballroom, not wanting to be followed. The next day, she was gone. Not a goodbye. Not an explanation. No nothing. 

Anthony did not understand why she was so scared of him. He wasn’t that big of an idiot when it came to her. But he guessed she had not believed any of his promises. 

He wanted to go and look for her. Like he did years ago. Every night sneaking from his place to sneak into hers. Trying to be quiet, as ordinary as they could be. 

He finally pulled out the letters, and remembered how it was for him. Hiding a secret, trying not to carve her name in his heart, but it happened, eventually. 

And the more he tried to remember the less it made sense, how come she had said no? Nights staring into each other's eyes, mythical laughter merging into one, dancing alone with each other, not in the way you were expected to. It felt so… intimate. 

Her always doubtful smirk, her challenging statements and their endless bickering. How easy words came when he was with her. He didn’t have to pretend he was anyone else, and he didn’t have to be more than himself. Which came sometimes as a disadvantage.  

He’d always been jealous. He remembered how he had been so, so jealous since last time. But it hurt, now that she was back, because y/n had hurt the one thing one should never hurt. She’d hurt his pride, and that struck. 

But there was no one to blame but him, he knew that. But was he, really? 

He had kept the letters she’d sent him, long before he had proposed, or long before he… courted her, if he could call it that way. Had he really courted her? Could he ever call it that way? 

He always wondered why he kept writing letters if he was not to send them, maybe because he longed for an explanation. Maybe because he’d find the answer in those letters. 

Anthony did believe he didn’t deserve her. No one did, if he was honest to himself. 

And he remembered it how he’d told her. 

“Let’s promenade around the room, you must be tired from sitting all day,” Anthony had said offering his hand as they were standing in Lady Danbury’s drawing room. Y/N had been bombarded with suitors and she seemed uncomfortable from the very one who was trying to serenade her. Anthony thought of them to be a bunch of buffoons, trying to win her heart. He knew, none would succeed, for y/n was really not looking for a suitor and it would take more than an out of tune and key song to win her heart. 

“Thank you,” she whispered to his ear as she had stood up to walk around the room, a small accomplishment for her. The men in the room were clearly intimidated by the Viscount.

“You’re welcome,” he said, “I must advise you to send that last one home already.” 

Y/N snickered. “He did his best.” 

“If that’s his best I wish not to know his worst,” he poisoned with a smirk. 

She chuckled, slightly nudging him as they kept walking around the room. Lady Danbury watched them curiously. 

“Well, you are a man that’s not easily impressed,” y/n pointed out. 

“Were you impressed?” 

“By the horrors of it,” she whispered with a giggle. “But I must ask, why are you promenading with me in this room, this will scare away all the suitors.” 

“I hope it does,” he pointed out. “I do not believe anyone in this room deserves you, they only want to be with you because you’re the Marquess daughter.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Really?” 

“Bunch of morons they all are,” he said. 

Y/N smirked. “Are you jealous, my lord?”

He coughed. “I am… most certainly not but if I were you I would tell all these men to go home.” 

“Including you?” 

“No.” 

He had been jealous, that one time, and that other. But she’d seen right through his game, had she only toyed with his heart for her own pleasure? She had said she did have feelings for him. 

Then why had she said no? 

“We’ve always known y/n is not a usual girl,” Benedict had said once. “I think she resembles Eloise, probably Eloise listened to her a lot and that is why she is against all marriages and has all that university dream going on. Y/N was not one to ever dream of marrying.” 

“She did say she would marry for love,” Anthony had said. 

Benedict watched him, “I do not think love was a reason strong enough for her to marry,” he said. 

“She did not love me,” Anthony had stated. 

Because she didn’t, that’s the only reason he gave himself as to why she had left before he could even ask the question. Or maybe she had loved him too early, and he had loved her too late. 

“Anthony?” A woman had interrupted his melancholic thoughts. Anthony looked up, his mother, who’d just arrived from the ball. He saw Colin and Eloise walking upstairs, directing glances at him. 

He didn’t say anything, he only stared at the woman. 

“It’s late, dear,” she stated. 

He knew. “I need to finish… something.” 

She approached him. “Are you not going home?” 

“I am home, am I not?” He asked with arrogance. 

His mother sighed. “You can sleep here tonight, if you need to.” 

He shrugged, “I do not think I’ll be able to get myself to sleep tonight.” 

There was something for a change, he had not gone to the club, he had not searched for any of his mistresses, though now that he was thinking of it, it could have helped him soothe his mind. 

“Why did you dance with her?” Asked his mom. 

“I’m sorry,” he looked up again at her. “I know you are worried Lady Whistledown will have something to write about us tomorrow, however  I needed—I needed to talk to her.” 

“I’m not asking because of her, I am asking because of you, Anthony, I know it hurts seeing her—“

“It does not, I can assure you,” he snapped. “I—“ 

“You still love her,” she stated. 

He coughed. “You are assuming I’ve loved her before “ he commented. “She is an old family friend, mama, and with the recent passing of her grandmother I only wanted to assure she was doing fine.” 

His mother walked to him. “And are you doing fine?” 

He clenched his jaw, “I am perfectly well, mama, if you are worried about my pursuit of a lady to marry, you have not to worry for I am still in the search for her, as you may recall, I do not plan on engaging in any romance.” 

“Then why were you on the dancefloor with Miss Y/L/N?” 

“She hates dancing,” Anthony said with a smug smirk. “I found it only proper to bother her if she broke my heart.” 

His mother let out a soft chuckle. “You cannot keep pretending, dear.” 

“Whatever am I pretending?” 

“That you do not wish to love.” 

He’d loved twice and where did it lead him? He could not risk it again. “I will not disappoint you, mother, I hereby promise I will find a wife and I will try to not give Lady Whistledown anything to talk about us.” 

Benedict approached the office. “She will find a way,” he laughed. “Especially with the show you gave tonight.” 

Violet watched her sons. “I only want the best for you,” she called before leaving. 

Benedict watched her leave then approached it, he saw the papers laying on the desk, knowing they were not anything related to work. 

“Really?” Benedict questioned, picking up the letter. 

Anthony rolled his eyes. “May I please have that back?” 

Benedict shook his head, “why are you reading this again? If you did not understand the answer back then, you will not understand it now.” 

Anthony stood up and sntached the letter from his brother, “I am not reading it for that, I am—“

“Being but an arse,” Benedict said. “I talked to her if you must know, even danced with her.” 

Anthony stepped closer angrily, “you did what?” 

“Calm down, Anthony,” Benedict snapped, pushing his older brother back, “You’d rather have anyone but your brother to dance with her?” 

Anthony paced back. “I—“ 

“Why did you dance with her?” Benedict asked. 

“Let’s call it a compelling insight to know where I am standing with her,” Anthony explained. “If I may be so bold may I ask why you danced with her?” 

“Lord Collins is after her again,” Benedict responded. “Besides she was my friend if you may recall.” 

“Friends?” 

“Actual friendship,” Benedict rolled his eyes at his brother's stupidity. “Not the kind of friendship you had with her.” 

“Lord Collins?” He frowned. “Has he not married yet?” 

“No,” Benedict sighed, “however, Anthony, given your past with her, I do think it’s important—“

“I do not have a past—“

“Why do you keep denying it?” Benedict questioned “What use does it have to deny you were—if not are—madly in love with her? I do not wish to feed your fictions, you know what happened and—“

Anthony brought his hand to his hair. “I do not wish to grant her that—I do not understand why she declined my proposal, given what we did—“

“Which is why I’m bringing this to you again, with Whistledown lying in the wait for us—What if she were to find out?” 

“She could not,” Anthony said. “You are the only outsider to know this. And if she found out Y/N would despise me even more—Because who else would know but me? I will not disgrace her reputation by running my mouth, I’m a man of my word.” 

“And you were man enough to corrupt her?” Benedict snaked. 

Anthony could only glare. He knew this would be a long night. 

And it would be for you, too. You could only pace in your room. You would not be able to continue this. You had to go back home. 

Oh but if only you could. Dancing with the man had only awakened every feeling, good as bad. Anything a lady shouldn’t be thinking about. 

For once, you missed the taste of his laughter against your own, and how improper was to miss someone’s lips when he was not your husband yet. But you could not help it. Pacing around your room, seeing the red walls, over and over. It was bold to go over it. 

How had innocent meetings turned into such—not so innocent and compromising nights. 

Anthony had always been publicly against his own marriage, you knew why he was against it. He said he’d die young, that there was no use in loving someone if it wouldn’t be forever. Besides, the man was dangerous enough...You knew how dangerous he was to be with, firsthand. The man walked in and made you lose control of your breath and lose control of any property. 

You would find yourself clumsy, and awkward and drawn to him. He could smile once and every single woman in the room would find themselves catching their breath. He was a master of seduction, you would know. 

You hated him. 

Yes, you hated him. Even when you loved him. Because there was no reasonable explanation as to why you were so attracted to him; his jokes were not funny, his conversation was not pleasant and you had met very handsome men throughout your life and you knew that—he was probably not on top of your list. 

Maybe he was, but that was only because you were deeply in love with him. 

He was a moron. That’s probably why you liked him. 

And you went through different conversations in your head from when you’d meet, when the night was the darkest, in that small house at Lady Danbury’s, outside the kitchen, where he would sneak in to bring in and share sweets with you, and have conversations that only the moon was the only witness to. With the door closed and the constant whispering. 

“This is not proper for a lady,” you’d said once, as you both were on the floor, sitting beside each other, listening to each other’s silences.

“Please, we spent our childhood sneaking around the kitchen and now it is improper?” He questioned, mocking you. 

“You’re a man, I’m a lady, it’s nighttime, we are on the floor and we have no chaperone, it is improper,” you stated. 

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he’d answered simply. 

“Fine.” 

Still innocent until then. How he would come at night after the balls, after dinner with his mother, after dinner with your parents. Meeting him after the last star had appeared, when the moon was the brightest, when shadows were invisible to the eye. 

How he would excuse himself for going each morning with the other callers.

“I saw Lord Collins brought you flowers,” he mentioned once, as he laced around the room. You were leaning against that old cupboard. 

“He did,” you’d answered simply. 

“They were hideous,” he smirked. 

You chuckled. “They were not.” 

“Really, y/n, you shall pay attention to those details,” he commented with mischief. “The flowers are very important.”

“Are they, my lord?” You’d question with mischief. 

“They hold meaning behind them,” he said, approaching you, hands behind his back. “Besides, none of them have brought your favorite flower.” 

“They do not know my favorite flower,” you rolled your eyes and tilted your head. 

He reached out for your hand with curiosity. “My point exactly, how come have they not learnt of it?” He questioned. “Why have they not asked it? I’ve brought you enough gardenias for them to know they are your favorite.” 

“And red roses,” you said. 

He squeezed your hand and got even closer, merely inches away from you. You felt the urge to close the gap. He noticed it but didn’t close it. “Hm?”

You cleared your throat, walking away from him. “You’ve also brought red roses.”

“Of course, they give a pop of color, nothing more to think of that,” he stated smoothly. 

You were the one to approach him now, you poked him on his chest, pushing him away from you. “If I did not know you any better, I would think you are trying to court me.”

“Do not be a fool, I come here every morning just to see my other friends,” he answered calmly. 

“Other friends?” You chuckled. 

He shrugged, “The men courting you.”

“Those are your friends? I see you rather disgusted when you see them and you make every single one of them leave,” you poisoned smugly making him turn around with embarrassment.

He coughed, “They are not good suitors.” 

“Is that why you are coming? To choose a good suitor for me?” You mocked. 

He grinned. “Exactly, besides, Lady Danbury displays the best biscuits.” 

Many silly conversations, of him denying he was trying to seduce you. Which always had you wondering where his mind and heart were. He was growing in you, each and every word he said was carving  his name on your heart. Each time he approached you, your hands would try to touch his skin. Your words had to connect with his, to know how his smile tasted. 

“Why are you not courting anyone?” You had questioned once, you never understood why he was against his marriage, for he was someone who passionately believed in love when younger. He had suddenly stopped. 

He smirked, “Am I not courting you?” He asked, as his hands were on your waist. 

It seemed like your innocent meetings had slowly grown into something more, not anything yet, but it was enticing enough for you to dream and long for more. 

“I am serious, Anthony,” you nudged him. 

He smiled, looking down at the floor. He always seemed to have everything in his mind but also he was someone rather stupid. But all men were so it was expected. 

“I have other duties now, remember?” He sighed. “I am the viscount.” He had retracted his touch from you, leaving you inexplicably warm..

“You are not your father, Anthony,” it seemed like you always had to make him remember that. 

“I know that.”

“Do you?”

“I do and I have nightmares about it every single night,” he could easily open up to you. Everyone thought of him rather reserved and though he was a mystery to you, it seemed he had tried to open his book as much as possible with you. He’d find little things to share, and small details that you would, even if you didn’t want to admit it, romanticize to the bone. 

“Nightmares?” You asked. 

“I fear I will not be half the man he was, and I fear I will also end up just like him,” he confessed. “I guess that’s the reason why I am not fond of sleeping and I encourage other activities in bed.” 

You were left speechless at how easily he could slip in such a statement. You were not a fool, you were not unaware. 

“Is that why you come here?” You asked with the same mischief as him, as his hand had caressed your cheek, carefully staring at you. “To avoid sleeping and hence avoid the nightmares.” 

“Mainly,” he grinned, looking into your eyes. “but I do come here to feel in a dream.” 

You nudged him. “Hm no,” you said, lifting his chin. “do not try to bring out those verses again.” 

He laughed, “Why not?”

“You are a lot of things, Anthony,” you snickered. “a poet is not one of them.”

His lips were so close—if you could only. “What am I, then?”

“A moron.” 

Without a reason you would find yourself trying to get close to him, trying to engage in any conversation with him. And then he’d take a promenade in the morning with you , or to the library. He knew how much you loved to read. And he’d look at you with that killing stare of his. 

He’d smile with you, and he didn’t do that often. It seemed he was always running and he was always—out of time. Always rushing but with you, he’d find time to pause. 

“I like talking to you, makes me feel less lonely,” he had confessed once. 

“Do you feel lonely?” You asked. But it was obvious he did. No one really understood him and he had to play a role he had not been ready for. You knew Anthony had longed for his rebellion and instead he had to be somebody important and formal and not—him. And with you he could be himself again, he could laugh, he did not have to pretend he liked the ballroom, and he did not have to talk with formalities.

“Every so often I do,” he said and it had been the first time his lips had touched your skin, as he had brought it to his hand. 

“How come? With your big family,” you said. 

“Loneliness comes from another place.” 

And it did, for you were lonely now. So, so lonely. Because you missed his voice and you missed his silences. How dangerous it is when you miss someone silences, because it is so easy to miss a conversation, for it can keep your mind at ease, distracted and rejoiced with the diversions they might bring. However, to miss someone silences means to miss the peace they brought you. 

You loved him. So dearly. 

And it had been so obvious to everyone, even to Lady Whistledown who had mocked how you were left in the ballroom. She wondered how many times Anthony would have to break your heart for you to give up on him. And the same to him, Lady Whistledown questioned him as to why he would dance with the woman who had once broken his heart. 

You had not slept. Because you had learnt it from him after all, to not sleep so you could avoid the nightmares. 

You had to receive the callers the next morning, and to your surprise… he had come. 

Every other caller had turned cold as soon as he had walked in. Seemed like everyone knew your eyes would only be on him. 

How could they not? With his chestnut hair messed up so perfectly and those pair of daggers he carried as eyes were stabbing right into your heart. 

Lady Danbury had a smirk as he watched him approach you. 

You were not sure why you had suddenly stood up, ignoring the gentleman that had a very boring conversation. 

Whatever did Anthony have that had made everyone step back with fear as soon as he had walked towards you. 

You, however, decided you shall not play his game and made your way to the window. He followed nonetheless.

He stood beside you. 

“Why are you here, Lord Bridgerton?” You questioned quietly. You could tell he had not slept..

“Is it not said keep your friends close but your enemies closer?” He asked. 

“Oh,” you chuckled. “I was unaware we were enemies now.” 

“I must think we are,” he said, his hands behind him as he looked out the window with you. “Given we have both ridiculed each other by leaving amidst a dance.” 

You scoffed. “Is that not fun?”

“Might be, but we shall be considered enemies from now on, always on each other’s throats,” he smirked. 

You coughed, “Perfect, I shall duel you in the morning, so I can finally rid off you,” you scoffed. 

“You would not be able to do that,” he sentenced. 

You frowned turning to him, “I would, without question.” 

He grinned as soon as his eyes met yours. “No, if you really wanted to rid off me you would have snapped my neck right here,” he called. “What stops you?”

“I do want to rid off you,” you said. 

“Why haven’t you then?” He challenged.

“I want to, I don’t need to,” you said with elegance. “Not yet.”

“I think it is because you know you cannot resist me,” he whispered. 

You blushed, as you felt every single butterfly on you. “I think I can.” 

He watched you with rascality. 

“What are you really doing here?” You asked, again. 

He laughed, “Do I really need to give a reason? Do you wish to promenade around the room?”

You  glared. “You have not changed.” 

“Implying the need?” He grinned.

“Yes!” You were impressed he was even asking that. “Having the nerve to show up after leaving me on the dancefloor like that?” You recalled. 

He laughed, “having the nerve to call me out for that?” He said. “Shall I remind you of—“

“My point, exactly, and you said it just before. If I am your enemy then why do you insist on approaching me?” 

He watched you with irony, as if he had clearly explained it and you were but a fool not understanding. “You do not despise me as much, you could easily ask anyone to remove me.” 

“I’ve never despised you,” you corrected him. “I once loved you, however, and a heartbreak could possibly be more powerful than hatred.” 

Before you could answer you saw yet another Bridgerton coming. Benedict had the air of being as confused as Anthony and you were to find him there. 

He bowed his head to Lady Danbury and the other gentlemen in the room watched him with curiosity. Clearly not amused by the fact Anthony had hoarded you completely. If you were honest, you did not mind being with him. 

“Ah, a Bridgerton I do fancy talking to,” you pointed out. “Lovely morning, Benedict. What brings you here?” 

Anthony could only glare at his brother. 

Benedict rolled his eyes at him, and turned to you. “Lovely morning indeed,” he said and then chuckled with amusement. “You don’t like talking to him? Why? My brother is such a sweetheart” He sassed with sarcasm, staring at Anthony. 

“I used to, he is indeed a sweetheart,” you admitted, “however I do not know why he would wish to talk to me when I’ve been nothing but evil to him.” 

“What are you doing here?” Anthony asked his brother. 

Benedict sighed, “I am not trying to ruin your courtship—“

“I am not—“ “He is not—“ Anthony and you tried to say at the unison. 

Benedict quickly interrupted you both, “I do not wish to know either,” he said. “I did not know you were here,” Benedict stated, watching Anthony. “However, I came here only but to personally extend an invitation to Miss Y/N to dinner at our—“

“Dinner?” Anthony questioned. 

“Yes, our mother wishes to see her,” Benedict said. 

“I would love to,” you said. “However I do not know if my presence will be a burden to my lord.” 

Anthony took a deep breath. “I would be delighted.” 

He wouldn’t be, you knew that. 

Benedict watched between the both of you. “Anthony? Are you not going to let the lady listen to the other gentlemen?” 

Anthony glared at his brother. 

He gulped, “I think the lady would rather talk to me,” he snaked, “She is not fond of any courting.” 

“Are you not?” Benedict inquired.

“I cannot believe I agree with him, however he is right, no, I do not wish to be married, not to any of them,” you whispered so they wouldn’t hear you.

Anthony smirked, “Didn’t I tell you?”

“Why not?” Asked Benedict. He seemed to be digging for another response, you knew. They’d probably planned this. 

“I am not wife material,” you shrugged. 

“Please, every gentleman here finds you accomplished enough to marry,” Benedict said. 

Anthony coughed, watching you. Knowing that response had not been to your agreement. 

“why must I be talented for them to love me? And—?”

“No,” Benedict closed his eyes. “I am not—“

“Why must I be an accomplished lady for suitors to come?” You said. “Is my promise for love not enough?” You turned your glance slightly to Anthony. 

He clenched his jaw and looked away. 

“And have you loved enough to marry?” Benedict asked. 

Anthony cleared his throat. “I do not believe that is a proper conversation—We shall not keep them waiting.” 

“I have loved,” you stated. “But unrequited love is not enough, for one to marry there should be a promise of fidelity and love, not tolerance. Love.” You said as Anthony had awkwardly tried to shuffle away. “ I know marriage is a duty, however I do not want my life to be defined by what a man says of me.” 

“If anything you are more than whatever they say,” Anthony intruded. 

You watched him with rascality. “Did you not just listen to me?”

“What?”

“You’re a man, I am not defined by what you say,” you stated with poison but eager to see his response. 

He smirked, “Your tongue is sharp, however will you find a man to  marry you with such a temper?” 

Benedict seemed confused by the sudden change of pace. 

“If my temper keeps them away then I shall not change it,” you said. 

He looked down at your lips. “What if your temper keeps me close?”

“Then we are in such deep trouble are we not?” You said before walking back to the gentlemen waiting for you. 

Anthony was left with a smirk as he tried to hide his embarrassment, chuckling to himself. Benedict was very confused by what he had just watched. 

Both of them had stayed, as if they were your guardians with the intention of scaring everyone away. Especially Anthony who had stayed for longer, and  would roll his eyes at the lame attempts of the gentlemen. Even grunt, scoff and try to hold his laughter. 

Lady Danbury had been the one to approach him, “Lord Bridgerton, if you have no intent of courting the lady, I will ask you to not mock the other gentlemen,” she pleaded. 

Anthony seemed stressed. “How can I not?” He laughed. 

“Then I must ask you to leave,” Lady Danbury asked him. 

You wanted him to stay, honestly, in some way. Because you were amused by his jealousy, jaw clenching, glaring and frustrated faces. Why was he even there? Just to judge them? 

It felt like neither of you were truly heartbroken, or if you were, you were ignoring it to be close to each other. 

“Do you want me to leave?” Anthony asked. Knowing you didn’t want to, he knew you were thrilled with the experience of watching him suffer. 

“As a matter of fact, I am extremely tired, and I believe we will be seeing each other tonight so I do not find it useful for you to stay,” you stated. “I do not intend to keep seeing your display proving the Phaedrus insight of love.” 

He had understood what you meant and rolled his eyes to himself, you’d once talked about it. How you’d read it said that falling in love was a severe illness that brought the worst of you. Madness indeed. Madness driven by desire, bringing jealousy, irrationality. You are spiteful and paranoid. That was love. 

He left. 

But you could only try to think of it. Was falling in love such a tragedy? 

Because you had seen yourself driven to insanity when it came to him. Which could be the only logical explanation as to why you’d accepted having dinner with them. 

Honestly, you loved the family dearly. But having to deal with Anthony seemed very out of place. That had not stopped you. And you wondered why his mother had decided to arrange you sitting right between him and Eloise. 

He was only staring at you, all dinner, made you even uncomfortable. His chocolate gaze had made you nervous, felt a knot in your stomach, made you blush. Benedict had kicked him to motion him to stop 

You had missed the family, they had received you very nicely. Eloise had been the one who was the most excited, she’d always listened to you. 

Old anecdotes and funny stories were told. 

“I believe you know who Lady Whistledown is,” Eloise commented. 

“I do not, Eloise and I’m surprised you don’t either I was expecting you to,” you said. 

Anthony looked at you. 

“You were expecting me?” Eloise cheered and blushed. “Me?”

“Yes, you are a bright woman I would think you’d have it assumed by now,” you said. 

Anthony chuckled. 

“I thought you knew and talked to her,” Eloise said. 

Oh, so they thought you’d been the one to say about the proposal. You had not. 

“Please, I would not, why would I want her to write anything about me,” you stated.

Violet nodded. “The woman seems to know everyone’s secrets.” 

“I think Eloise meant you would know since you also seem to know everyone’s secrets,” Anthony sketched. 

You chuckled, “do I?” You smudged. “I have another theory,” you chanted with pride. “since the woman seems to know more about my own heart than I do.”

“Oh?” Eloise seemed intrigued. 

“What if it’s your own brother?” You asked, amused. 

“Hm?” Eloise was surprised.

“Anthony are you lady Whistledown?” You questioned. 

Anthony almost choked on his food. “I beg your pardon?”  

“Please, lady Whistledown is smart enough not to be a man,” Eloise commented. 

Violet only graced with a chuckle.

“I don’t know,” you brought your glass near your face. “the woman seems to be so interested in Lord Bridgerton that it might as well be him, I have not yet met anyone who was had such an interest in him but Anthony himself.” 

Benedict and Colin laughed. 

Violet rolled her eyes, laughing with grace. “The woman is interested in gossip only. that is.” 

Anthony was still in shock by your statement “Did I get that right? Are you implying I am lady Whistledown?”

“You’re so full of yourself you might as well be,” you snaked with a smirk. 

He frowned. “That is nonsense.”

“Anthony,” his mother wanted. 

“Yes it might be, bollocks is it not?” You chuckled. “I don’t know, we’ve been on her sight, and if she will keep writing about us…”you thought your words carefully. “I say we at least give her something to talk about, let’s invent a rumor, shall we?” You suggested. “Let’s say I am already married! Such a scandal that would be…” you grinned. “So I shall not be courted, thank you.” 

Anthony paused and stared at you, “are you?”

“What?” 

“Married,” he finished the question. 

“I am not, not any sane gentleman would marry me,” you cleared your throat. “But would be fun, to confuse the woman.”

Benedict mocked. “she is confused already.” 

Colin only rolled his eyes. 

“That would bring her credibility down,” Lady Violet agreed. “ if someone dared to create a rumor and then it was shut down.” 

“That would certainly stop her,” you agreed. 

“But why would you want to stop her?” Eloise said. 

“Don’t get me wrong, Eloise, I admire her bravery but I also find her fiction to be quite the scandal. Though, I understand everyone is a fan of gossip.” 

Anthony seemed to be challenged by you, he gave you one of his usual smirks before boldly saying, “let’s say we are to marry then, that might confuse her more and that would bring down her credibility. For we would never marry.” 

The table had gone quiet. Completely. Had… he really?

You were taken by surprise but along the years you’d understood how he worked. 

You raised your eyebrows, taking in his challenge. “Are you so desperate to be engaged to me, my lord?” 

Anthont tilted his head, closer to you. “You are welcome to run away if you want to?”

You stared into his eyes, “But what if I don’t want to run this time?”

part three: misapprehension & passion

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I'm sorry if I already requested this of you I honestly have the memory of a walnut. But can I request headcannons of the boys + dia who find out MC has an emotionally abusive husband? Like fluff with some murder maybe?

thank you

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: abusive relationship mentioned, some are a bit murdery, I don't know how to write fluff for such a situation but I tried

A/N: If you are in an abusive situation in the USA and need to speak to someone, please call 1-800-799-7233. If you cannot call, you can also text “START” to 88788. If it is safe for you, you can also go to the website directly. Abuse takes many forms, but it is always about control.

Feel free to add the numbers/contact for other countries if you have them.

Lucifer

He got upset at MC once and they flinched when he yelled and they started apologizing like there was no tomorrow. That was how he found out something was wrong. They wouldn’t say anything, but he could tell that something was deeply wrong. Perhaps he had never noticed before the formation of their pact how MC shuddered around him whenever he got upset, but now he did.

He is very careful not to yell again and when he does he is quick to lower his voice the second MC shows distress, reassuring them that he is not angry at them and would not harm them. It sounds almost hollow after how he acted when they originally met, but he means it.

There was one time MC dropped a dish on the floor while cooking and it broke, spilling hot food everywhere. They started picking up the pieces in a hurry, not even paying attention to how the hot shards burned and cut up their hands.

Lucifer was quick to pick them up off the ground and tend to the fresh injuries, all while they kept apologizing and saying that they would clean it up as soon as they could and saying they would make something else. Lucifer forbade them from doing either and cleaned the mess himself. He did that a lot. Took care of their ‘mistakes’ and cared for them. They would almost believe he wasn't the same terrifying man they had first met.

It takes a long time for MC to get used to their new relationship with Lucifer and once they do they are far more comfortable and less skittish.

He is not pressuring the story out of them. He can wait, as difficult as it is, for them to open up. However, he is no fool. He knows who is to blame, and that man should be very afraid should Lucifer and he ever meet.

Mammon

MC always spoke so well of their husband when they first met the brothers. Mammon was actually jealous and wished MC would talk about him that way. They would always say how kind their husband was and how he loved them and how he wanted the best for them. It sounded like some kind of cheesy romance novel.

Things started to get weird though when he and MC started to get even closer. He would invite them out, only to hear “I don’t think my husband would like that” or “I shouldn’t be alone with you”. It was weird the first time, but it quickly became a pattern. A very worrying pattern. Mammon knew abuse when he saw it. He was the family butt monkey and a witch punching bag, after all.

The difference is that he’s a fallen angel that is used to such treatment and, as a demon, the things done to him do very little in the long run. Humans are far more fragile though; their minds, bodies, and hearts. And then Mammon started to hate MC’s husband with a passion that could not be matched.

He cared less about making that bastard pay and more about taking care of MC. Such treatment can ruin a person, especially good people like MC. He would do anything to show them that they deserved better than that man, whatever that eventually meant.

Leviathan

He and MC have a little too much in common for his taste. It is actually almost disgusting how little self-worth they seem to have, but he can also see how that was trained into them.

They play down their worth a lot: “It’s nothing”, “It could be better”, “I failed again”, etc. They never say anything positive about themself. They are really good at picking out their flaws, but almost incapable of pointing out their merits.

It goes against everything Levi believes in, but he has to start praising them since they won’t praise themself. He likes hanging out with them, the stuff they make is nice, they are a really quick learner. It feels weird to praise someone, but it’s nice to see MC start to feel a little better about all the things they do.

Although, he also has the mild thought of showing MC’s husband that there are more terrifying things in the world than the horrors a human is capable of. After all, Levi has seen the monsters that dwell in the deep; he is one of those monsters and there is a reason humans fear the darkest depths.

Satan

There are some wonderful upsides to being the avatar of wrath. Normally, Satan wouldn't be so crass as to give into them, but sometimes humanity is just so vile that he can't help himself.

One of those upsides is a mind filled to the brim with the instinctual desire to rip and tear anything he can get his hands on to pieces. It's an instinct he fights off constantly with his centuries of training and self-discovery, but just this once he doesn't mind becoming the beast he was born as.

MC's husband squeals like a stuck pig throughout the entire night, only the winds, spiders, and Satan being able to hear and appreciate the sound. And appreciate it he does, until the screaming stops and his hands are drenched with blood.

He really needs to get himself cleaned off before he sees MC again, otherwise they will be terrified. He needs to look his best when they come running to him worried about their missing husband. It’s sad how much they worry about him despite everything.

Asmodeus

MC was always so calm and docile when he wanted to spend time with them. He didn’t really get it at first but it was easier to dress them up and take them out, so he didn’t question it. At least, not until someone (read: Solomon) not so subtly pointed out that it is unusual for someone to be so passive, almost to the point of being doll-like.

Asmo didn’t believe it at first. How could anyone treat someone as sweet as MC so cruelly, especially someone that is supposed to love them? But from that day onward, his eyes were opened up and he started to notice things.

The way they didn’t put forth their own opinions and let him take the lead on everything, how they stuck close to him when they both went out, the subtle way their fingers reached out then drew back when they liked something.

“Do you like it?” He would ask and their response was “do you?”

It was so difficult to get them to start putting their own wants and desires above what they thought he’d like. When they showed interest in something, he would fawn all over it. If they liked something, he liked it too. He would buy them things they even glanced casually at, told them they were worthwhile and lovely, anything that other man would never say to them.

He tore them down so completely, but Asmo would work tirelessly to build them back up.

Beelzebub

He is the softest man in the world, and sometimes MC just lets things slip out. He’s very easy to open up to and they don’t think about what they say. He was the first person that they opened up to about what was happening to them.

Suffice it to say, Beel was shocked when they mentioned how terrified they were for the exchange program to end. Despite everything that they had been through over the past year, they didn’t want to go back.

Beel had only felt so powerless one other time in his life. He couldn’t go with them to protect them and they couldn’t stay in the Devildom forever to stay safe. It was painfully cruel just how much he couldn’t help them.

All he could do was hold them and listen to them get everything off of their chest, dreading the day that the exchange program would end.

MC has to hurry up and learn how to summon him, because he wants to keep them safe from that awful situation. He would never allow another person it the world to hurt them again.

Belphegor

Belphie likes exactly one human in the three realms and every other one is none of his concern. Or, they wouldn’t be his concern if it weren’t for the fact that the one human he cared about was the victim of this particular instance.

He’s not like some of his other brothers. He doesn’t do comfort and he isn’t the best at torture, prefering to get everything over with quickly so he doesn’t have to expend all the extra energy. But, for such a special occasion, he is more than willing to put in the effort.

Humans really do create their own worst fears. Their minds run a mile a minute and they have the strangest way of finding how their own terrors can overpower what little defenses they have.

He may not be able to touch MC’s husband, but he can certainly return every slight against his favorite human. Long, sleepless nights wracked with unending horrors that only that man can truly appreciate.

All the while, he will gladly hold MC when their own nightmares overtake them, trying to put their mind at ease for just this moment. How he wished that his powers could control the waking world as well as their dreams...

Diavolo

“Don’t go back.” It was the first time Diavolo had brought up the idea. It was one he had been considering for a long time, knowing that it was extreme given that MC was a human and had to live in the human realm. However, he couldn’t live with himself knowing the kind of life MC would return to once they left.

The shouting, the insults, discarding everything MC liked because their husband doesn’t care for it… Diavolo would never feel right knowing he sent someone dear to him back there.

He had the means to help them get literally anywhere but back to that man. Diavolo could help set them free from that life, even if they didn’t want to stay in the Devildom. He knew MC would have the support of everyone they had met.

All they had to do was say yes and he would move the Devildom itself to get them out of there.

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For You

Anniversary Request Special

Description: You and Minho are a little more than just an heiress and her bodyguard, but you know your parents would never approve of a relationship like this unless...

Warning: anxiety, injury

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: fem!reader x bodyguard!Minho

He is buttoning up his shirt after a warm shower when his phone buzzes. He smirks at your caller ID on the screen before picking it up. “What, miss me alr—”

“Hi. Sorry to bother you.”

Minho drops his smile and grips his phone tighter at the tone of your voice. Panic bubbles in his chest. “Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s not like that. I’m just… out right now, and it got dark a little quicker than I thought. I know you’re off the clock on Sundays, but—”

“It’s okay. I'm coming to get you. Where are you?”

“I’m near the 7-11 near your house. The one with the blue umbrellas in front.”

“Okay. Go inside for now. I’m coming.”

“Alright. Thank you, Minho. And sorry.”

“Don’t be; it’s my job. Call again if something happens before I get there.”

“Okay.”

“Alright, I’ll be there shortly.”

Minho doesn’t even bother drying his hair and dashes out the door. He runs and runs, unease crawling up his skin, but when he sees you through the window of the convenience store, his stomach completely drops. There you stand with your shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around yourself, and knees bowed in, a stark contrast to the proud heiress he is used to seeing. 

The worker who is leaning over the counter seems to be saying something as Minho bursts in. “If you aren’t buyin’, pay for your loitering with cha number, sugar.”

Minho slaps a bill on the counter and takes a bag of chocolates. “There. She’s a customer,” he hisses. Turning to you who looks shocked by his sudden appearance, he asks, “Are you okay?”

You nod dumbly. 

“Okay. Let’s get out of here.” He puts a hand on the small of your back and guides you to the door, using himself to shield you from the eyes of the worker.

He thought you’d relax a little after getting away from the creep, but your posture remains closed off. He wants to ask why but does not know if you’re ready for that yet. Instead, you break the silence first.

“Thank you for coming, and sorry for ruining your Sunday.”

“Y/N, you know I’m always ready to be by your side.” 

He looks for clues. You have on a deep blue dress, minimal jewelry, and light makeup. In other words, effortlessly enchanting, but that’s not important; you went to something fancy but not overly formal. A first date? Minho’s heart starts racing at the thought. He needs to know. “What were you doing out here by yourself?”

You bite your lip. Instead of answering, you tug on the cuff of his shirt gingerly with the tips of your fingers. “I-is it alright if I don’t talk about it?”

His chest breaks at how fragile your voice is. He stops in his tracks and looks at you.

“I-is it not?” you squeak.

“Of course it is.”

“Then why are you—”

“You look like you need this.”

He steps up to you under the streetlight and wraps you into a hug, gently stroking your back.

“Minho!” you gasp. “What if someone sees?”

You’re an heiress. Your choices of men are Chan from JY Group, Changbin from Seo Enterprise, or even Jisung from Han Motors. Lee Minho the bodyguard is definitely not on that list even if your heart is taking flight from this small gesture of endearment.

“Why does that matter?” he hushes you.

“If Father finds out, you’d lose your job.”

“I’d rather that than not be able to be here for you when you need it,” he says plainly and holds you tighter when you try to push him away.

Gradually, he feels you give up and give in to his embrace. Finally, he feels you begin to shake as tears escape your eyes.

“It was so scary,” you whimper. “I was so scared.”

Your words are like hammers battering his chest,making it impossible to breathe. He holds you tighter and speaks quietly, letting the vibration of his voice calm you.

“It’s okay. You’re okay now. I’m right here. Nothing can hurt you.”

You arrive at the gates of your house, an empty bag of convenience store chocolates between your fingers.

“Minho?”

“Yes?”

“Father can’t know what happened. Are my eyes swollen?”

He turns you by the shoulder so he is directly looking into them. “Not at all. They’re—”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees your father approaching, and cuts his sentence short. “Good evening, Mister L/N,” he greets.

“Ah, Minho. What are you doing here on a Sunday?”

“I found Miss Y/N around my neighborhood and thought it best to escort her home.”

“You found her around your neighborhood?” 

“Yes, I was just taking an evening stroll.”

“Evening stroll?” he echoes yet again. The old man looks at the younger one’s wet, unbrushed hair.

Minho can’t do a thing but cough nervously, knowing how weak his lie is.

Thankfully, your father does not comment further. He looks between the two of you and smiles to himself. “Alright. Since you’re here, you should escort her all the way to the house.”

“Yes, sir,” Minho bows. When he straightens up again, he grins at you. “Shall we go?”

You nod with a smile of your own. “Thank you, Minho. Really.”

“Like I said, I’m always here for you.”

He cheekily takes your hand in his and hides it behind his back in case your father turns around.

“Oh, and Y/N?” he whispers.

“Hm?” 

He swipes an eyelash that fell with your tears from your cheek. “They’re not swollen; they’re beautiful.”

Your father coughs loudly in front of you.

The following week, you accompany your parents to a showing of the latest models of Han Motors. Of course, this means Minho is to lurk around in the shadows and follow you all night. At least, that’s what he’s supposed to do instead of being dragged out to the main floor by you to discuss which refreshment tastes the best.

“You know, if you wanted to spend time with me, you could have just said so,” Minho teasingly whispers into your ear.

“Shush and try this.” You roll your eyes and stuff a truffle-topped cracker between his lips. 

Minho chews for a moment before commenting, “Not great. Better than the cherry thing earlier, but the truffles your uncle gave you last time was better.”

You take one and mull over it yourself. “You’re right. This one’s too sweet.”

“Like someone I know,” he sighs off-handedly.

You snort. “I can’t tell if you’re talking about me or yourself.”

He raises a brow. “Oh, so you think I’m worthy of being called ‘sweet?’”

“Good gracious,” you roll your eyes.

The two of you have tried less and less to suppress your flirting. Thankfully, most of your comments are made in indecipherable whispers or behind closed doors, so most people haven’t noticed, but those who did definitely have a thing or two to say about it.

“Y/N!” Your mother’s voice breaks your conversation. 

You walk quickly past displays of shiny luxury cars to where she is. “Yes, Mother?”

She looks past you at Minho. “This does not involve you.”

Without missing a beat, he bows. Before he leaves though, you flash him a hand signal. Stay nearby. 

“You should meet the Hans’ son tonight,” your mother tells you after Minho is gone from her sight.

“Mother, I’ve already met him at my birthday party last year.”

“Yes, but this time, meet him as a man like you’re supposed to, you understand?”

“Mother, Jisung already has his eyes on—”

“Madam Han!” your mother calls before you can even finish your sentence. You close your eyes to roll them and let your shoulders slouch, knowing exactly what is going to happen.

The said woman walks over, her son in tow to help his mother introduce new cars. “Madam L/N! It is good to see you.”

First the sweet talk.

“Your face is smaller every time I see it. How do you do it?”

“Oh, you flatter me!”

Then an indirect indication of true intentions.

“It’s the truth! You simply must tell me your secrets. In the meantime, let’s have our children play amongst themselves.”

Madam Han quickly understands her implication. “Of course! They must be bored being around us old ladies. Jisung dear, take care of Miss Y/N, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mother,” he promises obediently.

You watch as the two women walk away in a fit of faux compliments. Despite leaving the two of you alone, you know they have hawk eyes on you to make sure you do as they intend.

“So,” you decide to play along, “we, uh, meet again, Jisung.”

“Yep.” He clasps his hands in front of him and looks around nervously. Not much of a conversationalist, you note.

“Tell me about this car.” You motion towards a blue SUV nearby.

“Ah, yes!” You can see the boy light up from having something he can actually talk about. “This is the Model YG. It is a family car, but it certainly does not leave out the power and class of a…”

You soon tune him out. You both know you have no interest in cars anyway, and he’s just glad to have something to fill the silence with. Your eyes begin to wander, and you catch sight of something darting around. You first pass it off as your imagination, but when you see it again, alarms go off in your head.

You grab the arm next to you. “Minho.”

Jisung looks at you inquisitively. “I’m Jisung.”

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I need to find my bodyguard. I think there’s something—”

Just then, a low whistle cuts through the air. You look up and see the giant chandelier above you beginning to tilt.

“Run!”

Unfortunately, you are right at the center of the whole structure. You bolt away right behind Jisung, but there is just no way your stupid heels can keep up with his powerful strides. There isn’t much time. You aren’t going to make it. You can hear the lower hanging parts of the light structure crashing and shattering when someone tackles you to the floor, shielding you with his own body.

“Minho!”

He lets out a hallowed gasp as a metal rod strikes him in the back. He struggles to regain his breath but keeps his eyes trained on you.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you repeat, knowing that’s what he wants to hear most. 

It’s your turn to worry about him now as he continues struggling to breathe. You help him sit upright, trying to avoid touching the million shards of glass impaling his skin. 

“Miss L/N!” You turn and see Jisung calling you from the perimeter of the mess. Thankfully, he does not look too scathed. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“Get away from my daughter!”

Amidst the panic and army of security running about, everyone looks up at your mother fuming on the second floor. It is only then you realize how intimate your position with Minho is. You’re seated between his legs, turned towards him, and he has his arms around you, using your body to press on his spazzing diaphragm.

A new voice directs everyone’s attention. “Are you crazy?” It is your father this time, pulling his wife away from the railings. “He just saved her! What are you doing?”

“Jisung was supposed to save her!”

“Jisung saved himself! Can’t you see? Minho’s the one who’s willing to risk himself for our daughter. What more do you have against that?”

You blush under the eyes your parents’ conversation has put on you, but Minho does not back down. He keeps you covered as you shrink in embarrassment. 

“Jisung just needs more time with her!” your mother continues. “He’ll learn to love her!”

“Like you ever learned to love me? How many years have we been married? How many years have we tried to learn to love? Do you really wish the same thing for our daughter?”

A wave of gasps ripple through the building. Security has caught the criminals who sabotaged the convention, but no one cares. You can feel your stock prices dropping. You and your family are going to be on the front cover of every gossip magazine tomorrow. You struggle to find something— anything— to distract the crowd from what was just said. You need something big— something even bigger than your father’s confession.

In the midst of your dilemma, it is Minho who speaks first. “Let’s date.”

Another gasp echoes across the crowd. At least that did the trick.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-scream at him.

“What?” he says not-so-quietly. “Your father’s giving me permission. We might as well make it official. I promise to protect you and cherish you for the rest of our lives. What do you say, Y/N?”

Jisung is the first to start chanting, “Say yes! Say yes!” and is soon joined by the rest of the party-goers. Your mother nearly faints and your father beams proudly.

“Okay,” you finally agree.

“Then kiss me,” he prompts, and you do. 

[witch-hazels-musings]

Could you do some headcanons about Kaeya and Diluc with an s/o who really wants to dance with them (whether it be at a festival, party, at home, etc.) Also? I seriously respect the hell out of you for writing while working an 8-5 as someone who has to work a 9-5 and feels like i doesn’t even have time to shower at night. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I hope you’re doing well! Please continue to grace us with your lovely presence!

I finished it!! Thank you for waiting for me! I hope you like it :D 

^ expanded the request a bit --- I also don’t know how Kaeya’s got to be so long - so an extra special gift from me to you 

warnings -> sfw, reader is pestered by some ppl, jealous characters :) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Albedo

Kaeya

When Kaeya asked you to be his partner to one of the largest events in all of Mondstadt, you were beyond excited - this was an opportunity you had been waiting for - you’d always wanted to dance with him, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so 

You did your best to get ready, not knowing if this or that outfit would be better to wear, and the anxiety of having to meet him at the event hall was weighing on you 

“Y/N!” You turned your head for the thousandth time, so many voices had called out to you the moment you descended the stairs, their eyes as powerfully overwhelming as their voices. Luckily, this voice was someone you were relieved to see. Amber gripped onto your hands and pushed herself between you and the many bodies standing just a bit too close. “You look incredible! I’ve only ever seen you in your adventure clothes.” 

“Haha, I couldn’t come to a ball dressed like that, could I?” You glanced down at your attire, it had taken you a long time to decide what to wear and even though you settled on this, and were getting compliment after complement, you only cared about one person's opinion. Where was he? 

“Well, you look incredible!” She gripped your wrist and pulled you along, shouting at people who refused to get out of the way, her peppy voice breaking through all the many others calling for your attention. It was strange to be the center of attention. You’d seen so many of these faces around town and they didn’t seem to notice you then, so why all the affection now? It made you feel self-conscious. 

When you were finally away from the sea of eager eyes, you took a deep breath. The new, less crowded space letting in relief to ease your nerves. 

You looked at Amber and smiled at her, she always seemed to know how to bring you just what you needed, her kindness knew no bounds and you were we happy to have a friend like her. “Have you been here long?” You asked her.

“Pretty much, I’ve been helping plan this event for a while. I’m happy for it to be over honestly, who knew planning something like this was so exhausting.” 

“Ha, maybe that’s why Diluc always has a sour expression on his face. Too many events.” 

“You’re probably right! Ah, can you imagine stern Diluc planning a party? I’d die.” She laughed and the cheery vibrations seeped into your weary skin, your nerves made it easier for you to have an emotional reaction and with her disposition you found yourself laughing with her. 

“So,” you looked out over the dance floor, noticing the tables full of food and drink, people standing in small circles chatting and laughing away. “Who else made it tonight?” 

“Oh, are you looking for someone in particular?” She tilted her head and smiled at your flustered state. 

“N-no … what … shut-up.” You frowned and looked away from her. 

“I think you’ll see him soon, he had something to do but it won’t take him all night.” She must have noticed your disappointment because in an instant she made the decision to get you something to eat and stuck to your side until you had a more natural smile on your face. 

Any excuse to be close to you he is all for, it doesn’t matter what the occasion is, he will find a way to hold you, touch you - he just cannot get enough of you 

When he invited you to the Favonious ball, he knew you’d quickly take up his offer and join him, there wasn’t a question in his mind that you would deny it 

He had several things to prepare for and was frustrated that he couldn’t bring you to the event himself, but he knew you’d show up and once you did he’d have all night to spend with you - that was if he could make his way through the barrage of people who were flocking to you as soon as you stepped through the door 

He stepped through the hallway, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he made his way toward the ballroom. Lisa had given him a few ‘last minute’ wardrobe adjustments, and while she cooed over how handsome he looked, he hated how tight the suit was around his neck. He pushed his finger between the collar of his dress shirt and pulled at it. 

As he turned the corner, he could already hear the sounds of the party drifting up toward him. He hoped it wasn’t too late, his work had kept him longer than he wished and it was well past the time that you said you’d be there. He was frustrated and eager to see your face. 

The light from the ballroom washed over him as he stepped onto the balcony. There were still plenty of people enjoying themselves below but he only cared about one. His eyes scanned the crowd, heart filling with dread as he failed again and again at finding you among them. Then he saw you, your back leaning against one of the pillars, your arms crossed around your chest, eyes looking at the outrider who seemed to be holding you in a lively conversation. 

He smiled and quickly made his way down the steps, his hands slipping into his pockets as he did so. 

People were engaged in discussions, which normally he would be interested in as these were great opportunities to gather information, but his focus was on something much more important. 

“I’m going to ask them…” A voice caught his attention so he slowed his pace. 

“Don’t even bother, they haven’t danced with anyone the whole night. They’ve just been talking with that brunette for hours.” 

“I’m pretty persistent; I know how to win someone over.” Kaeya looked at them, his gaze lingering for a moment before catching you in the same place you had been. He watched as they made their way toward you and the stab in his chest pulled at the back of his mind. Quickly, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, the freedom of it spurring him on as he pushed his way toward you. 

-- 

“Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t danced with anyone here. I know, you’ve just been waiting for me to ask you all night.” The man smiled at you, but there was something unsettling about the way he did it. 

“No thank you, I’m not interested.” 

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You won’t regret it.” You were getting irritated at this point, not only had he interrupted your conversation with Amber, but he wasn’t the only person to ignore your first no. 

“Again, I’m not interested.” You turned away from him hoping that if you didn’t look he’d just walk away. 

He placed his hand against the pillar and leaned in closer to you and you were about to show him how strong your disinterest was when you heard a familiar voice.

“How rude of me to keep you waiting for so long, I came as soon as I could.” You looked behind the man and saw Kaeya standing there in formal attire, his beauty seemed to know no limits - frustrating. 

“Kaeya!” You stood, disregarding everything and flashing him the brightest smile you could. 

“Am I too late for a dance?” He held out his hand to you and without hesitation you took it. He led you to the dance floor leaving behind a confused, dejected suitor and excited Amber in your wake. 

He spun you around as soon as you reached the dance floor, a hand resting on your hip and the other holding your hand. “You look stunning, did you get dressed up all for my sake?” He looked down at you and his smile made your legs weak. 

“Maybe … don’t let it go to your head.” 

“Too late.” He laughed and you forgot how much you missed him. It didn’t matter how long you waited, for him, you would wait an eternity. 

“I heard a rumor about you.” 

“What rumor?” You looked up at him and caught the mischief in his eyes. 

“That you haven’t danced with a single person here, is that true?” 

“... It is … I only …” You looked down at his chest before continuing. “I only wanted to dance with you.” 

His hands squeezed around your hip and you felt him pull you closer, “How lucky am I. Sorry I made you wait.” 

“No! You don’t have to apologize.” Your head shoots up to meet him, your voice a bit louder than you planned, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Well let’s give them all a show, shall we? I mean, I have to make sure they know they’ll never stand a chance.” The two of you spend the rest of the night together, the jealousy of all those who wished they were Kaeya apparent as they started to fade away the longer the two of you held one another. Kaeya couldn’t be happier, he was completely fine with them dropping all hope of being yours - that space was for him and him alone. 

Diluc

You were having a great time enjoying the festivities. Practically everyone had been invited to the winery to celebrate the coming of the new season, it was one of the most popular events that could happen 

The two of you had been catching each other here and there, but with how busy he was taking care of everything, and how popular you were becoming as a dance partner or at least an interested dance partner, the two of you continued to drift past the other

Diluc was getting more and more irritated as the evening went on. There were so many things distracting him from where he desperately wanted to be. Instead of being at your side, he was busy hosting conversation after conversation with potential business partners, dealing with the drunkards who couldn’t seem to keep a responsible handle on their booze, and drifting between staff to make sure they had what they needed. 

Reasons like these were why he typically avoided hosting events, but it was always fruitful and he needed to keep old connections and build new ones. Still, when he had a second and his eyes drifted through the crowd to find you, he felt the heat rise in his chest as he watched you dancing in the arms of someone other than him. He wasn’t mad at you of course, he was frustrated with himself that he allowed others to touch you, you were just too kind - a trait he loved, but one that also pulled at his heart. 

“They are incredible.” He heard someone share with their friend. Glancing up from his work he saw just who they were in discussion about. 

“I wonder if they are seeing anyone?”

“I haven’t heard anything …Hey, If you don’t go for it, I will!” They laughed and while he couldn’t tell if their intentions held any weight, he hated that the idea was even present in their minds. Again, it was on him that people didn’t know you were seeing one another. The two of you looked like good friends with the way you respected his boundaries, and his reservation at being expressive with his affections for you. He clenched his jaw before walking away. 

--- 

Your legs were starting to ache from the amount of activity you were requesting of them. So many people had asked you to dance, and you didn’t want to be rude, as a guest of Diluc’s you wanted to make sure to be as kind and thoughtful as you could. However, with the amount of energy you were expending on everyone else you were starting to feel the effects of it all. So when several more, slightly persistent, patrons came to ask you to dance, you found yourself leaning to decline. 

“Excuse me,” they began, “If you would be so kind, I’d love to have the next dance with you.” You looked up at them and saw their nervous smile. It hurt to reject them, but you desperately wanted a break. 

“Thank you, but I’m going to have to respectfully decline.” You nodded your head and noticed there were other eager dance partners standing behind them. “I need to rest a bit, everyone has been so lively, and I’m running out of stamina.” You laugh in an attempt to make your rejection more lighthearted. 

“If you don’t want to dance, we can do something else!” They sat down next to you, their arms perched on the table, body leaning in way to close. They began to ask you questions, which was fine until they started to get more and more personal. You did your best to answer them, but when they asked the next question it was a challenge to get them to accept your response. 

“Everyone is dying to know,” another asked, you turned your head to them and waited, “are you seeing anyone?” 

You averted your gaze before responding, “Yes. I am.” 

“What!?” | “There is no way?” Their voices hit you at once and the loudness of their shouting drew eyes from other party-goers. They badgered you for a bit, all asking different questions at the same time, making it hard to hear them all. One stuck out and when they spoke the group got quiet. 

“I’ve never seen you with anyone.” You looked at them, their arms crossed and lips turned into a frown. “You’re pulling our legs.” 

“No, I really am seeing someone.” 

“I don’t believe it, you're just using that as an excuse.” Their words made you angry. You didn’t own them anything and you were being plenty kind, and, that kindness, was starting to grow thin. “Tell us who it is and then we will believe you.” They placed their hand on the table and looked directly into your eyes. You were about to answer them when you were interrupted by the person himself. 

“Y/N.” He spoke and the voices around the table died down, you looked at him and felt unbelievable relief. 

“Diluc.” You stood and walked toward him, his hand open for you, a gesture you were surprised by. Carefully, you placed your hand in his and scratched the side of your head. 

He looked at you, his eyes heavy on your skin. “Sorry I’ve been so busy.” 

“It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting.” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, there was no way people couldn’t notice how much that affected you. 

“Hey! What’s going on … are the two of you …?” The person stood up and placed their hands on their hips. Their shouting drew the eyes of others again and everyone at the table stilled as they waited for a response. 

“Yes, and I ask that you don’t cause them any trouble; I won’t tolerate it.” His tone had a hint of a threat and it made your chest tight. There was a shockwave of disbelief that ran through the crowd, and the whispering made your ears burn. Diluc looked at you and you looked back, “Shall we?” 

“Mhm.” 

You followed after him, his broad shoulders a sight you never got tired of seeing and when the two of you held each other in movement to the music, you knew there would be no secret to your relationship now. Diluc made that clear from his words to his actions, and as the music began to fade and the sun dipped below the cliffs, he bravely showed his feelings for you as his lips touched your cheek. 

Childe 

He’d be all about showing you off to others - he wants to make it clear that you and he are an item no matter where you were

You went with him back to his home-town. It was a long trip, but so worth it to be with him, to see where he grew up. It took a while to get used to the chilly weather, and in fact you had to layer up extra carefully in order to bear the cold

His family had prepared for him a welcome party and had practically invited everyone they could to celebrate his return. Even if they knew it was only temporary, as his membership with the Fatui often kept him on the move, still, it was nice to feel so loved and welcomed with such a joyous event. 

They also knew he would be bringing someone special back with him. It was a demand which plastered every letter he received from his siblings. He knew if he didn’t bring you along there would be a reception colder than the snow that never melted. 

Of course, the two of you arrived hours before the start of the celebration. This gave his siblings and other family plenty of time to introduce themselves to you. They asked you question after question and when it was finally time to get ready for the party, you noticed how rough your voice had become. You definitely knew that Childe was a member of this family, he too knew how to wear out your voice. 

Childe changed clothes quickly, it had been so long since he wore those clothes from this region. As he looked in the mirror, the way the outfit rested snuggly against him, it made him even more nostalgic than he already was. He was waiting out in the large living room, his mind playing out memories of his childhood in this house when a sound caught his attention. 

His younger siblings giggled and shouted in excitement and as he turned to see what was all the fuss he felt the air in his lungs leave him. You were dressed in a traditional style outfit, your hair styled to fit your attire, hands fussing with the clothes you weren’t used to wearing. When you looked up at him and smiled shyly he felt an incredible urge to lock you behind closed doors and not let anyone lay their eyes on you. 

You walked toward him, ignoring the loudness of his siblings, “They said this would be okay … Do I … look alright?” 

“You look incredible.” 

“Thank you.” You drop your head, looking at your hands and he desperately wants to pull your face back to him, but is interrupted before he gets the chance. 

“Let’s go already, big brother!” Teucer shouts, already standing at the door. 

“Shall we?” Childe extends his elbow to you and you take it. 

---

He had been watching you dance with the members of his family for a while, and while it moved his heart to see you laughing and doing your best to learn the moves, he wanted to hold you in his arms himself. He wanted you, to have you experience his traditions first hand through him. So, when he couldn’t handle it any longer, he finally asked you to dance. 

“You all have been keeping them so busy … I’m going to steal them back now.” He exclaimed, barging into the game you had been playing with his younger siblings. 

“That’s not fair! You’ve been able to keep them to yourself for so long. We want to play more.” 

“You can after I’ve had my fun, let’s go.” He pulled you away and their cries sounded as you drifted further from them. 

“I was winning!” You exclaimed, laughing as he pulled you behind him.

“It’s my turn to have your attention.” He turned and pulled you close to him. You could feel his energy through his fingertips, it was familiar, like the time he saw you talking to that stranger in one of the bars of Liyue. 

“Childe, you can’t seriously be jealous of your family.” 

“You don’t know me at all, do you.” He spun you around and when you realized you were out on the dance floor you knew you were in trouble. 

“I’m not very good at this yet.” You try to explain to him but it falls on deaf ears. 

“I’ll teach you, just follow my lead.” He nodded to the musicians and they began to warm up, their music drowning out the chatter. Quickly, he leaned down and kissed your forehead before offering some last minute encouragement, “Let me show them all how spectacular you are.” 

He loved every second of this. The way your feet stumbled over his as he moved with you across the dance floor, the way your face flashed through different expressions: joy, concern, embarrassment, confidence. He couldn’t get enough of you, there was never enough of you. How was he ever going to be satiated with you around, especially when you were embracing his home, his family with such unbound acceptance. 

He wanted to swallow you up, he wanted to lock you to him for the rest of time, and the more you let him take, the stronger his desire became. 

As the music drifted into its final crescendo he lifted you in his arms and spun you around. There were countless couples surrounding you, all shouting and cheering on the excitement that rippled from the center of the dance floor. When he stopped and you slid a bit down his chest, your shoulders at the height of his chin, hands gripping tightly on his shoulders and face dipping down to him with a smile that told him everything he ever needed to know about you, he let the words fall from his mouth, finally being as honest as he ever had been. 

“I love you.” 

Albedo

Albedo wasn’t too fond of parties and get-togethers, it was a lot of energy to expend on the discussions or interactions which he’d much prefer to stay clear of, at least if he can get away with it. Still, he had promised to make an appearance, and when he saw you he was much more inclined to stay

He loved to watch you have a great time, you were so independent, doing things whenever you felt like it and experiencing life as it happened. Unless it was explicitly told to others, most wouldn’t have any idea that the two of you were seeing each other. Most of the time that wasn’t a problem, as your busy schedules kept you distracted, but as he watched you mingle with the citizens and partake in the festivities, and how you drew the attention of interested eyes, he was starting to get jealous

These sorts of festivals drew in travelers from all over Teyvat. Most of them only blew in with the wind while others stayed longer after the final banner was removed. It was something that almost everyone in Mondstadt took part in, even those who often didn’t get out much -- and he was one of them. 

Albedo made his way through the streets greeting citizens as he passed by, a quick nod or hello here and there. It was Sucrose who had encouraged him to take a break, reminding him that he was likely to see you down in the festivities. So, he put away his work for the day and headed out of the research labs toward the cheering below. 

When he saw it was like the sun shined on his face for the first time in days. He felt so warm and was eager to reach you. As he got closer, he couldn’t help but notice the many faces that were turned to you. It was strange but he tried not to let that oddity hender him in any way. That’s when he started to hear the conversation you were having with someone, the closeness of them to you, and the way they didn’t seem to leave you alone.

It wasn’t like him, either, to let his emotions get the better of him, but having to listen and watch others take notice of you, something inside of him grew and he wanted to make sure they knew their hands would never reach yours.

--

“Hey.” A man walked up to you and injected himself in the conversation you were having. You stopped what you were doing and glanced at him, curious. “Would you be interested in dancing with me?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not much of a dancer.” You smiled at him and tried to let him down easy. In fact you’d love to dance, but only if it was with a particular person, and he didn’t seem to be around at the moment.

“It’s okay if you aren’t, I’m happy to teach you some moves.” He took a step closer and his first impression of friendliness was slipping into pushiness. 

You started to tap your fingers against your leg, the motion becoming more intense the closer he got. “Really, I’m not a good dancer, you’ll find more luck with someone else.” 

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” He reached for your hand but was blocked by another. When you looked at the owner and saw it was Albedo, your stomach flipped. 

“Albedo?” You turned to him, a smile on your face and relief in your voice. 

“Excuse me, but I believe they said they weren’t interested?” 

“... ha, what are you their boyfriend?” They laughed and continued talking, “Listen, why don’t you let …” 

“Yes, I am.” Albedo interjected, cutting the person off. 

“What?” 

“We are together.” They looked confused, their eyes moving back between yours and Albedo’s. Albedo looked down at you and noticed the expression on your face, “Is that not the right way to describe our relationship?”

“No! I mean, yes, that’s right.” You looked at the person and gestured to Albedo, “This is my boyfriend, I’m his … we’re together, yes.” You nodded your head way too many times, but the point seemed to get across to them anyway. They left in a huff and you watched them leave before standing and turning to Albedo. 

It was the first time the two of you had ever really said those words out loud - of course you knew in your minds that you were a couple … but to say the term which let the outside world know of your relationship, well it was so exciting 

You felt your face get hot as you remembered how factually he had spoken, how quickly he answered their question. You couldn’t help but pat your face and pinch your cheeks 

After that, the two of you wandered through the festival, eating delicious food, participating in the activities, laughing and having interesting discussions, as you always did 

When night started to drift over the event and only a few people remind in the city center, you found yourself back in the place where your time together started, music drifting through the air 

You had such an incredible day. There were times the two of you were so busy that you would go days without seeing one another, so to spend an entire afternoon together was like a gift. 

“Today was incredible.” You express, the excitement and joy from the day making you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. 

“I can tell you had a good day.” Albedo replies, smiling at you. 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah, you click your tongue like that when you’re happy … sometimes when you’re focused.” 

“Ah, really! I’ve never noticed.” 

“I think it’s cute.” He stepped closer and grabbed your hand, his grip soft and gentle. “So I know you don’t like to … I was wondering … would you like to dance with me?” 

“Yes!” You answered much quicker than he expected, your voice startling him a little. You covered your mouth and laughed, your eyes squinting. 

“Let’s go.” You took his hand and walked until the space felt right. Albedo let go of you before turning to look at you. With an elegant bow he requested your hand once again, you returned the gesture, not wanting to be rude and also trying your best to not scream with excitement. The music swelled and your bodies moved closer, his hands wrapping around your back while yours draped over his shoulders. You rested your head against his chest and let the wonderful day drift into a wonderful night, you and Albedo sharing in a moment with one another. No worries, no interruptions, just one another swaying to the sweet mixture of music and distant conversations. 

“I’m glad you could make it today.” 

“Me too.”

[keijislove]

Hello ! Could you do a harry × hufflepuff!reader with the promps 6 ans 14 ? Thank you !😊😊

A/N: Hi! Sorry if it’s a bit long... This was the first request I got off anon, lmao 

ENJOY!!

Prompts used: 

6. 'Don't make me hex you into the next year! ' 'I'd like to see you try.'        14. ‘My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Strawberries: Harry Potter X Hufflepuff!Reader

It was just another day in Slughorn’s Potions class, you stirring your cauldron while daydreaming.

‘Who do you think yours will smell like?’ asked Luna. ‘I feel mine is going to be a Crumple-Horned Snorcack.’

You stuffed your knuckles into your mouth to prevent yourself from giggling. ‘I, um, don’t know.’

‘What do you smell? I know it’s weird... for you, having a soulmate or whatever.’

See, that was one of the things you adored about Luna.

You couldn’t possibly keep a secret around her, somehow, she just knew. But it also allowed you to seek her consolation at times without having to embarrass yourself by telling her what it was.

Why?

Well, she was Luna Lovegood after all.

You were one of the best potion students, and were fairly good at all your other classes, Luna and Cho kept asking you why you weren’t a Ravenclaw.

You just hoped your Potion skills could help you find out who you were meant to be with...

You swallowed, snapping out of your daze. ‘Uhm, yeah, not sure. Hope it’s someone nice.’

‘That’s sweet.’ Luna remarked in her same, breathless voice.

You smiled.

‘Alright, now, time’s up.’ Slughorn clapped his hands together. ‘Who wants to share what their Ammortentia smells like? Miss Diggory?’

You cursed internally. ‘Yes, Professor.’

You took a sniff. ‘Sir, it’s, um, treacle tart, um.... pumpkin juice? Yes, and...’

You sniffed again.

‘... muddy grass?’ You spoke.

‘Very good, miss Diggory!’

‘What was it?’ Luna asked as you left. ‘The muddy grass?’

‘Can you stop doing that?’ you joked. ‘It’s freaky.’

‘Don’t change the subject Y/N.’

You sighed. ‘It smelled like, I dunno like quidditch robes or something. Maybe it’s a sporty guy.’ You mumbled.

You didn’t have to specify who, it was Luna.

‘How do you know what boys’ quidditch robes smell like?’ Luna questioned as you whacked her with your book.

-----------

You traced shapeless patterns on the grass, softly caressing your yellow scarf with your other hand.

It was a scarf you were very proud of.

Your brother had given it to you, and it was the last thing he ever did give you, to be completely honest...

Your tiny ‘revisit’ was interrupted by a sneer behind you.

‘Hey Diggory, who did your potion smell like?’ Malfoy asked in his horrible, drawling voice. ‘Longbottom?’

‘I seriously don’t understand what you’ve got against Neville.’ You spoke. ‘And no, if you must know. It smelt like someone else.’

‘Bet it was a grave.’ Malfoy sniggered. ‘Oh, where’s your brother?’

You tensed up immediately, but stroked your scarf to calm down.

‘Patience is one of the most important qualities a true Hufflepuff should possess,’ Cedric had told you. ‘And you, Y/N/N, are one of the best Hufflepuffs I know.’

‘Where is he?’ Malfoy continued.

‘Shut up.’ You spoke through gritted teeth.

‘It’d be nice if he’d passed some of his qualities onto you.’ Pansy lazily called. ‘At least he was good-looking. Look at you, bag of pickled toads.’

‘Shut up, prat.’ You warned.

‘Blimey Diggory... is your brother dead?’ Malfoy asked. ‘I didn’t even notice...’

That was the last straw.

‘

Oh, fuck patience.’ You muttered under your breath, lunging at him.

‘Argh!’ Malfoy groaned as you socked him square in the stomach. ‘Geroff me, you lunatic!’

‘What’s going on?’ Harry, Ron and Hermione had approached you.

Understanding the situation, Ron and Harry both seized either arm of yours while Hermione ripped Draco off of you before both of you could hex each other too badly.

‘Get-off-me!’ you snarled in Harry’s face.

‘No.’

‘GET-OFF-STUPID-PRAT-’ you struggled against his firm grasp. ‘IDIOT-CEDRIC-NOT-FUNNY-’

‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Hermione asked, confused.

‘Shut up Granger, I don’t want to talk about this.’ You spat, snatching your bag up and ‘accidentally’ whacking Harry with it, before leaving.

-----------

‘What happened?’ your friend, Hannah had asked when you had stormed into the common room.

‘Malfoy.’ You curtly answered. ‘And Potter.’

‘You know, I don’t see why you hate him so much.’ Ernie walked up.

‘Who doesn’t hate Malfoy?’

‘No, no, I meant Harry.’ He spoke.

You groaned.

This was a subject they’d brought up millions of times.

‘He is a prat, for one.’ You began. ‘He’s so bloody proud... all the teachers fawning over him, Slughorn calling him ‘special’, heck, even Snape would be happy now that he’s suddenly become excellent at Potions. I reckon he cheats off Granger.’

‘Nah, Hermione isn’t like that.’ Hannah said.

‘And he is thick-headed.’ You finished.

‘Oh, is that it?’ Ernie smirked. ‘You’re jealous of him?’

‘OI!’

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‘Good morning.’ Professor McGonagall crisply greeted. ‘In the five years you’ve been with me, you have learnt that Transfiguration is not a topic to be messed around with. And as you start your sixth year, I expect you all to behave more mature with this subject, especially you, Mr. Smith.’

Zacharias Smith scowled at her.

‘Now.’ She continued. ‘Who remembers what I had told you all at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts? Miss Diggory?’

‘Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,’ you recited, trying to imitate her voice. ‘Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.’

The class howled with laughter.

‘Charming, Miss Diggory.’ Professor McGonagall sarcastically remarked, but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of her lips twitch.

You grinned to yourself.

‘Now, as Miss Diggory said.’ She spoke. ‘There will be no messing around. I demand silence as I declare... the Gryffindors shall be joining us today.’

You knew by ‘silence’ she meant your groans.

You stuffed your handkerchief into your mouth before groaning quietly.

The red-scarved students made their way in.

McGonagall began assigning partners.

‘Weasley with Macmillan, Brown with Smith, Granger with Abbott and Potter... with Diggory.’

‘Not with him!’ you yelled at the same time as Harry yelled ‘Not with her!’

‘Yes, definitely together.’ The Professor mumbled.

You scoffed as Harry sat next to you, both of you glaring daggers at each other.

‘Look, I don’t want to fail this subject.’ You warned. ‘My career depends on it, so will you try to act civil?’

‘Yeah, I’ll try.’ Harry sneered. ‘Do you even have a career plan?’

‘For your information!’ you hotly began. ‘I do. I want to become an Auror.’

‘Auror?’ a small flicker of interest flashed in his eyes but vanished as you rolled your eyes and turned to your work.

Harry sniffled.

He paused, terror rising up inside him.

He croaked out. ‘Do you... can you smell strawberries? And vanilla?’

‘Oh.’ You frowned. ‘Um, yeah, the strawberries would be my shampoo and... the vanilla would be my lotion, why?’

‘No reason.’

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‘Oh, merlin’s arse.’ You muttered, trying to get past a horde of boys wanting to ask you to Slughorn’s Party.

You knew they didn’t like you; they just wanted an excuse to attend it.

‘FOR THE LAST TIME, SOD OFF!’ you yelled, shoving past.

They still followed you.

You ran to the library, where you met a certain Chosen One.

‘Don’t mind me.’ You huffed. ‘Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them I’m here!’

Harry opened his mouth to say that it was alright, but stopped as a smirk settled on his face.

‘No.’

‘What?’ you asked. ‘Merlin’s arse, please! I told you, I’ll do anything!’

‘Anything?’ he cheekily asked.

‘Anything.’

‘Hmm... let’s see.’ Harry smirked further, thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Don't make me hex you into the next year!' you warned.

'I'd like to see you try.'

Brandishing your wand, you tried thinking of a jinx while Harry stood there with an amused expression on his face.

‘I’ll tell them you’re here.’ He said lazily.

‘Oh, alright!’ you snapped. ‘You win, I’ll give you whatever you want, now let me hide!’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise, MOVE!’

You dove behind a shelf and stayed.

Meanwhile, Harry was having the time of his life.

He wasn’t going to rat you out to those guys anyway, but there was something on his mind and he couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity.

As a stampede of boys rushed over, Harry realised why you were so desperate to hide.

‘She’s not here.’ He coolly spoke. ‘Try the Hall.’

‘How should we know you’re not helping her hide?’ a Ravenclaw demanded.

‘Have you met me?’ Harry sarcastically said. ‘I don’t help my enemies.’

Yes, as lame as it had sounded, they seemed to buy it.

‘I don’t help my enemies?’ you questioned, climbing out of the shelf.

‘It... it sounded cooler in my head.’ Harry muttered.

You supressed a giggle. ‘Well, O’ Chosen One, what can I do for you?’

‘Er, about that.’ Harry began. ‘I wanna ask you something first?’

‘Yes?’

He smirked again. ‘Do you actually have a date?’

You covered your face and groaned. ‘No, they don’t even like me, they just want to get out of detention or come to the party, most of them.’

‘Mmhmm.’ Harry said distractedly.

‘Do you have a date?’ you shot back.

‘I will, by the end of this hour.’ Harry nonchalantly replied.

‘Whatever.’ You huffed. ‘What do you want.’

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’

If you had been drinking water, you were sure you would’ve spit it out.

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

‘What?!’ you finally sputtered.

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’ He repeated.

‘No.’ you stated. ‘No, no, no way, no.’

‘You promised!’

‘WHY DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME?’ you yelled. ‘Take Ginny Weasley or Cho or something.’

‘But I want to take you.’ He said.

‘Why?!’

‘Our deal did not include so many questions.’ Harry cut off. ‘You’re coming, that’s final.’

‘Oh, well, fine!’ you snarled, stomping off.

Damn your loyal arse.

----------

‘I look ridiculous.’ You remarked, looking in the mirror.

‘Nonsense, you look amazing!’ Hannah squealed. ‘I’m so jealous, I wish I could go too.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You muttered.

You were wearing a(n) F/C dress, complete with your H/C hair falling elegantly onto your shoulders.

‘Oh, I forgot to ask.’ Hannah spoke, ‘Who’s your date?’

‘You do not want to know the answer to that question.’ You said. ‘Believe me.’

Hannah shrugged. ‘You look hot! Have fun!’

You walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, waiting for your ‘date’ to come along.

‘Hurry up, Potter.’ You muttered.

As if on cue, a voice sounded behind you.

‘Someone say my name, Diggory?’

There he stood, in all his glory, Harry Potter, the Boy With a Large Smirk Plastered Across His Face.

‘Can you not do that?’ you whined.

‘What?’

‘That weird face.’ You spoke. ‘It’s annoying.’

‘My apologies. Shall we, m’lady?’ he offered you his arm in mock-kindness.

‘Of course.’ You played along, taking it.

‘Where is this positive energy when you threaten to break my arms almost ten 

times a day?’ he quizzed in amusement.

‘Shut up.’

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Boring.

That’s how you were feeling.

You desperately wished you hadn’t agreed to come to this stupid party.

Harry seemed to notice your gloomy mood.

‘What’s wrong?’ he whispered.

‘Look at this.’ You muttered in disgust. ‘Look at all of them, sapping over each other when they barely know the other.’

He laughed. ‘Wanna slip out?’

‘Where are we going to go?!’ you asked in exasperation.

‘I know somewhere.’

---------

‘The Astronomy Tower?’ you questioned.

‘I like coming here when I’m bored.’ Harry shrugged. ‘Looking at the stars calms me.’

You nodded, understanding.

‘Let’s... sit.’

You sat down as Harry copied you, settling down next to you.

‘This is nice.’ You remarked.

‘What is?’

‘Not having to fight with you.’ You explained as Harry laughed.

‘Maybe we just assume too much.’ He suggested, causing you to giggle.

It was a sound pleasant to Harry’s ears, and for some reason, he wanted to hear it again.

‘I never asked.’ He began. ‘And I’m sorry. How have you been, er, holding up?’

He didn’t need to explain, you understood.

‘I’m fine.’ You answered. ‘I do miss him, awfully so, but... nothing’s changed much.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that it’s still the same.’ You explained. ‘Nobody comforts me. Nobody knows me as Y/N Diggory, my best friend or Y/N Diggory, the girl from Hufflepuff, none of that. I was always Y/N Diggory, Cedric Diggory’s stupid younger sister. And now I’m Y/N Diggory, the late Cedric Diggory’s mourning sister.’

‘Oh. That’s... well, at least you’ve got your parents.’ Harry mumbled.

You let out a mirthless laugh. ‘I’d trade places with you, then. See, it’s the same at home. I’m just... an extra waste of space. Even mum and dad preferred Cedric. I’m the useless one, you see. Next to their beautiful son Cedric, I was always second best. Y/N. Their second-born. The less talented one. The stupid one. The non-attractive one.’

Your voice cracked a bit at the end, but you composed yourself. ‘I’m being thick, you probably think I’m stupid.’

‘I don’t think you’re stupid.’ Harry muttered. ‘How come you never cry? Like Cho, I mean.’

‘Because I don’t want to appear weak for him.’ You sighed. ‘You see, as much everyone preferred Cedric over me, I still loved him. I loved him quite a lot, actually. He hated it when I cried. I remember once when we were young, Cedric fell out of a tree and hurt his leg so badly, I started crying because of how bad it looked. He didn’t have any of it. He always told me, ‘Whatever happens, Y/N/N, don’t cry. You’re strong. You’re tough. And I can’t bear seeing you in tears. If and when a day comes where you cry because of me, I swear I will never forgive myself.’ And there he was such an idiot. Put his name in the Goblet. Went along and got murdered by Voldemort, didn’t he?’

Harry didn’t speak, so you continued.

‘I just wonder.’ You whispered. ‘You know, if he’s watching us this very moment. Somewhere from up there.’

You gestured to the stars.

Your head was turned towards the sky, but Harry couldn’t stop staring at you.

‘And so I know.’ You said, ‘I know if I cry, he’s up there somewhere, feeling disappointed in me. I don’t need anymore of that. I’ve had enough of ‘Diggory’s sister Y/N’ and ‘The ugly one’ or ‘the useless one’ it’s maddening.’

‘I don’t think you’re useless.’ Harry whispered. ‘Nor ugly. And you always were Y/N Diggory to me.’

‘That’s a bit consoling.’ You mustered a weak smile. ‘Thanks.’

At that moment, a familiar smell made it’s way to your nose and you gasped.

‘Your hair.’ You shakily whispered. ‘It... it smells like fresh, muddy grass.’

‘Oh.’ Harry flushed. ‘Er, yeah, sorry, I had Quidditch earlier this evening.’

‘Oh my god.’ You muttered. ‘No way.’

‘What?’

‘If I tell you something, Potter.’ You began. ‘Don’t make fun of me.’

‘I would never.’

You swallowed. ‘I think...My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Harry didn’t speak.

‘Go ahead, laugh.’ You muttered, trying your best not to cry then and there. ‘Run away. Hex me or something.’

Harry couldn’t think straight.

Your delicious scent was ever-so inviting, the strawberries fresh in your newly shampooed hair.

His gaze kept unwillingly flickering to your soft-looking lips, covered in a light tint of cherry lip-gloss.

As the lips he was looking at pressed themselves into a think# line, his gaze shifted towards the rest of your face, and to his horror, you were crying.

‘No, no, no, no!’ he said quickly.

‘What?’ you hiccoughed a little, ‘Go ahead, call me names or just leave.’

‘No, Y/N!’ he pressed. ‘Don’t cry, no please. I didn’t mean... no, I was just thinking. I think my Ammortentia smelt like you too.’

You let out a tiny gasp.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, somehow, your lips had messily collided and were now moving in sync.

You brought out a hand and tangled it into Harry’s untameable hair as he softly caressed your cheek.

Both of you parted, lips swollen, gasping for breath.

‘Well...’ he began. ‘That was unexpected.’

[yeolmae-s]

a chanbaek analysis from a veteran exo-l (part 2)

CLICK HERE TO READ PART ONE

Writing this was a bit harder in comparison to the first part, because I wanted to organize things into a neat timeline, but I ended up not having enough patience for it lol specially because both of ChanBaek's main archive blogs seem to have deleted their pages documenting each date of EXO's early years. Therefore I apologize in advance if this part is a bit more messy. Also, please don't forget that all of this is my opinion and I don't mean for any of it to be taken as truth!

I kind of want to jump from MAMA era directly into Wolf era, since we don't really have a lot of cover regarding their debut phase besides Chanyeol's overeagerness and Baekhyun's awkwardness towards it, so to sum it up, I felt as if Chanyeol was more confident and consistent on what he thought an idol should act like, while Baekhyun (sweet, innocent Baekhyun who was a trainee for less than a year!) was still unsure on how to act on camera.

On the few early variety shows/interviews EXO appeared on, the members always pointed out how funny Baekhyun was, how good he'd be at variety and at doing imitations, but he never really lived up to all the praise on camera, although off of it, he most likely was as good as his members claimed.

He was a bit stiff on his early days in comparison to what we see today, and that's normal, I guess, since he debuted really quickly, but when you compare him to Chanyeol the contrast is so interesting, because the latter was able to latch on to a persona as soon as the public gave him one, while to me, Baekhyun was still doubtful regarding what to put on display. In the end, deep inside, Baekhyun is a private person, and was even more so when he wasn't confident enough to talk to fans like he does today.

Once again, I’m sorry for not being able to upload the gifs directly into the post, so I’ll just link them like I did on my last one.

This is another one of the moments where Baek appears to tell Chanyeol to just. Hold on for a bit.

There's another one similar to this where Chanyeol does the same thing (try to whisper on Baekhyun's ear) and Baekhyun fake laughs and stares at a fan's camera right after. Then, his expression just goes blank. It's really interesting to watch because you can just see the gears spinning on Chanyeol's brain as he stares at Baekhyun for a second and clearly thinks alright, fanservice time, and leans in to whisper something: it happens so fast you just know it wasn't genuine whispering, just a playful interaction for the fans, and Baekhyun's direct stare to the camera as soon as it happens just confirms this for me. 

1: Chanyeol spots his target.

2: He’s really thinking this through.

3: Baek's in a perfect position for whispering-time, so he leans in and does his thing.

4: Baekhyun laughs.

5: And stares directly at a fan's camera.

6: Immediately regrets his life choices. Chanyeol looks pleased.

It's actually better to watch the whole thing, so I'll leave it here. (starts on 0:28!)

(Random note: on this date EXO perfomed a cover of H.O.T's We Are The Future, and I feel like a lot of new EXO-Ls have not seem it and I adore this performance, so I'll link it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1-z4s3fdgo)

Now let's jump on to Wolf era, shall we?

Wolf era

I can't help but laugh when I think about how wild 2013 was for both EXO and EXO-Ls. They had their first hit song (which was Growl, not Wolf) the fandom grew considerably, shippers where just discovering the cute ISAC moments between "BaekYeol" and "HunHan"... Or at least that's how everyone remembers most of what happened during that year.

Are we forgetting the rumoured ChanBaek fight?

Considering their past interactions on airports, SMTOWN concerts, ISAC and other events, ChanBaek was now widely known to be close to each other. Baekhyun even said Chanyeol was the one who made him open up, and both of them mentioned feeling this "connection" to each other as soon as they met (although jokingly).

After Mama, the fandom was content-less for a considerable period of time, and what most people did was sharing around old performances and repeat overused memes.  I think that in every fandom there is a period where fans establish their main inside jokes and basically just get together to create a collective line of thought for perceiving their idols. That being said, one of the most well established facts in the fandom was that Chanyeol and Baekhyun were close. That was a fact.But then Wolf came, and they suddenly were not. 

This gif is a good example of how awkward their interactions were. Not even my delusional shipping brain in 2013 was able to come up with an explanation for it.

They simply did not acknowledge each other at all, and Chanyeol appeared to be closer to Kyungsoo (I think Baekhyun interacted a lot with Tao, but that may have been during the Growl era, not Wolf. As I said before, I'm a Chanyeol stan guys, sorry lmao).

Point is, these two boys who seemed to be best friends suddenly were clearly distant from one another.

What added fuel to the fire of the rumours was their appearance on Sukira, a radio show, where Sehun cried because the members sometimes had fights. Here's a fanacc:

[130530] EXO at Sukira

Sehun cried because the members sometimes fight.

Sehun: "Let's be loyal to each other, don't fight, and go until the end"

D.O: "We've been under a lot of stress lately because of the comeback, so I wish we won't fight in the future and do our best"

Here's a video cut of this part of their interview. 

I think this ask on lets-talk-baekyeol, a popular ChanBaek analysis blog from back in the day, shows how curious a lot of fans were.

What happened back then?

There's really no answer for that. On my opinion, not even Chanyeol or Baekhyun could give us a concrete answer on it, because I don't think an actual fight happened. For me, it was most likely a personality clash, a disagreement that probably wasn't even voiced out loud, just both of them noticing how uncomfortable things got, if Baekhyun's reactions to Chanyeol's fanservice is any indication. I somehow doubt there was a specific episode that created this distance between them, specially because during Growl, they went back to being friends, although not as touchy on camera as before, as if one of them had established their limits (oh, I wonder who!), but I still have this feeling that all of this was unspoken, because unspoken things seem to be a pattern on ChanBaek's relationship (something I'll touch on later, hopefully).

But it was during Growl era that I noticed something else about Baekhyun.

Wolf era

EXO'S Showtime was a such a gift. I recommend reading lets-talk-baekyeol's blog for this. I don't really agree with everything they say they do present a lot of relevant points. I may repeat them here, since I noticed them myself as well, but credits for them nonetheless.

I remember finding the lack of ChanBaek interactions during the episodes really dissappointing, but considering the Wolf Era drought, this was better than nothing.

My 13 year old self was devastated when Baekhyun appeared so quiet during Chanyeol's birthday episode, and during a recent rewatch of it, I think realized why.

Baekhyun doesn't like superficial things. It's not that Chanyeol is insincere, but he's just better than Baekhyun is at handling people pleasing, even when he doesn't really mean what's he saying/doing. The Chanyeol birthday episode was heavily centered on Chanyeol's random admiration for Kai, which I think we can all agree that it was a little bit scripted or a really spur of the moment thing that they just ran along with and oh man. Baekhyun did not want to be part of it.

During ChanKai's hug, this is what he looked like on the background, and the poor boy even refused to eat cake. He's just in the back, which is weird, because he's such a talkative person and Chanyeol is one of his closest friends. The only moment where he seems to be genuinely comfortable is when Chanyeol blows the candle and it's really cute. To me, it seems that he was kind of embarrassed to witness so much acting from everyone else and was unable to participate because he struggles with things like this, but the moment Chanyeol blows his candles to comemorate his birthday seems sincere enough for him to fondly smile.

This ties in so well with everything from Mama Era. He's just unable to keep acting/people pleasing on the same easy way that Chanyeol does, but this time he's not as nervous about it as he was on his earlier-early days, where he probably felt pressured to actually do stuff. Now he just doesn't do **it, he just doesn't do something that he dislikes doing, and that sadly creates a distance between them on camera and probably on a deeper level in their relationship as well, because both are just realizing how different their perceptions over their jobs is.

There's also this moment that the mods on lets-talk-baekyeol pointed out.

On the Christmas episode, when the members leave the couch to go get their presents, Chanyeol stays seated while Baekhyun gets up to fetch his. This is the sitting arrangement before (almost) everyone got up:

But when Baekhyun comes back, there's free space next to Chanyeol, however he's hesitant to sit by his side. He actually hesitates and doesn't sit down. Jongdae even gives him a little push right after.

Baek just seems hesitant to do things on camera, to interact with Chanyeol in front of an audience. For this moment, I feel like he's afraid to sit next to Chanyeol and end up having to over act. It's not that Chanyeol himself makes him uncomfortable, but the image of the friendship that they ended up creating for fans demands a lot from him.

And when I say hesitant to do things on camera, I really do mean it, because when Baekhyun thinks he is not being recorded/seen, here's what he does:

Here and here.

Their relationship clearly changed, and I think the reason for it is actually simple: both of them were under the impression that they were compatible with each other when they actually were not. Their personalities are extremely different, even if the way they present themselves is sometimes similar. Wolf and Growl era was our way, as fans, of watching them navigate around each other and finding out how their relationship was supposed to work.

And you know what's nice about that? The members watched all of it unfold. Their reactions to some of ChanBaek's interaction is a gold mine when it comes to analyzing them, because they clearly know, just as we do, that their relationship is kind of complicated. But I want to talk about it on the next part.

I am sorry for cutting this off again! I don't know if the next part is going to be the last, because after Growl there's Overdose and we all know what happened on 2014 [coughs] dating scandal [coughs] god help me I don't want to talk about it [coughs] so there's a lot to uncover and I need time to organize stuff.

Thank you for reading!

[marnie1964]

right back atcha with mr. terrance silver 😎

favorite thing about them:  he’s SUCH A SIMP. the way he was like, how dare you come into bronco henry’s dojo when he told you to go away >:( to stingray in the middle of betraying kreese. oh my god, i think it’s terminal. if tumblr were around in 1985 he’d be running a tradwife inspo blog about the importance of making your man feel big and strong, hell maybe he is now 

least favorite thing about them:  i thought that kreese and silver splitting up over kreese’s weird obsession with johnny would be one of the last things to happen in the series so i’m not sure how much i’m looking forward to terry as a solo villain, we shall see 

favorite line:  nothing particular, but terry probably has my favorite overall diction of any of the characters (he’s a real drama queen) 

brOTP:  him and margaret! the corporate bond between a self-loathing gay man and a stern older woman is something that can be so special (i know this because i've watched succession). i also think there's a very compelling alternate universe where he smokes a joint with johnny instead of swearing vengeance upon him. they hang out and bitch about kreese and his whole thing, the way normal people do at unpleasant family gatherings.

OTP:  him and kreese. i think terry's happiest life is one spent tolling for ducks. kreese rubs him behind his ears every time he drops a bird at his feet, and at night he sleeps curled up at the foot of their bed. they’re happy together the way they were before his dad got in the way, before kreese abandoned him, before johnny lawrence ruined everything just as it was finally coming together 

nOTP:  it's not really a notp, but i want it on the record that i think silverusso is dull 🤷‍♀️ it lacks a strong personal connection! they want what johnny and kreese have so bad but they'll never be a 10th as rancid

random headcanon:  he suffers from delusions where he believe that lana del rey is singing directly to him about his relationship with kreese and has attempted (unsuccessfully) to take legal action against her over it on multiple occasions. also if you cut off his hair he loses the ability to do karate  

unpopular opinion:  i don’t think his plan to christen the old cobra kai dojo with johnny’s blood wasn’t vengeful or a test, so much as a characteristically cuckoo apology? he was reasserting his own loyalty and, ehe, devotion in earnest after mistakenly ‘breaking rank’ (a normal person might have bought flowers). it’s spelled out early on via robby that he misinterprets kreese’s attempts to psspsspss his karate son/legacy back into his life as vindictive. i also got the sense that kreese’s "he’s a great guy, unless you beat him at monopoly” thing has been pretty par for the course in their relationship, thus nothing to retaliate over--i’m super fond of the notion that he was being serious when he told mr miyagi that kreese wasn’t always like that. if he ever actually suspected that kreese’s affections had shifted, he was in denial of that up until the very last minute. sincerity and fallibility are more interesting to me 

song i associate with them:  scars by papa roach. i’m sorry, he aggravates an aspect of my id that’s been buried since the end of middle school. sorry again 

favorite picture of them:  every frame of him in that stupid sparkly silver sweatshirt is unbearably cute, especially the ones where he’s on the verge of tears. do you think that’s available in the general cobra kai merch store, or did he have it made just for himself? 

[random-imagines-blog]

Post Red {Viktor Krum x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3072 Summary: At a time when he should be focused on the game, Viktor Krum is distracted by you, his childhood best friend, and a blonde-haired boy who won’t stop flirting.

The Quidditch World Cup. You came just about every year, getting pretty okay seats with your best friend Viktor and his family. His parents and yours were good friends, which instantly meant that you were best friends. And with his father holding season passes to every Quidditch world cup, no matter where it was, this had become a yearly tradition. “I’m going to be on the Bulgarian team one day,” Viktor would always state as you watched the players fly. Bulgaria was always his favorite. Home country pride. It was yours too, but sometimes you liked to cheer for other times to mix things up. You would always grin and nudge him to point out something a player was doing, but not this year. This year, you were at the top of the stadium, standing next to the Minister of Magic in a special area, watching Viktor Krum play in Bulgaria versus Ireland. He was achieving his dream.

Every time that he flew past you, you jumped up and down, waving the flag of his team. He had become the star seeker of the team so quickly, it made your head spin. But you were nothing if not supportive. You used up your allowance to buy his merchandise, even though he could get it to you for free. It almost became a joke between the two of you, how you would always show up to his house wearing a sweater with his face on it, bright and smiling. You always made the joke that he was smiling on the sweater because it was the closest that he would ever get to your chest. He would make the joke in return that he was just smiling because he finally was looking at someone good looking - himself. He was actually very funny for a serious looking man.

You weren’t the only one high up in the stadium. Sharing a box with you was the Minister of Magic himself, and a man with his son. The boy was two or three years younger than you, you would assume by his size, and his hair was as silver as snow, just like his fathers. You had no interest in them. You weren’t here to make friends. You were here to support the best one that you had. But you did give a friendly hello and smile to the Minister, as it was better to have a friend in him than an enemy.

The other boy though, he wanted to have more than a friendly hello with you. He kept moving closer to the part of the box that you were occupying. He spoke to you with a very snobby voice, and though it would be considered rude and your parents would be disappointed in you, your direct reaction was to pretend that you didn’t know English.

“I’m Draco Malfoy,” He said, sticking his hand out to shake yours. “We’re here with the Minister of Magic. Are you here by yourself?”

Rather than shake his hand, because you honestly didn’t want to touch him for too long, you tapped yours against his in a high-five. “Ja, go fast!” You said, pointing at one of the Bulgarian Chasers who just flew past you.

The look on Draco’s face was worth it. But there was still a long game ahead of you. It could go on for hours. For days. Hopefully for the former though, because Viktor was a really good seeker. You had full confidence that he would get the snitch before it turned midnight.

Draco went and stood by his father for a little bit, and the two had quiet conversations. You didn’t pay him much attention. You were too busy watching the game. Even during lulls when it was just Chasers fighting over the ball in the middle of the pitch, you were intrigued. You didn’t pay attention to anything else - except for maybe making faces at Viktor when he passed by you on his way to catch what he thought was the snitch. He was darting back and forth so quickly though, it was hard to tell if he had seen you.

Since the World Cup was officially sponsored by Butterbeer, it kept being brought up to your box by people who worked for the Quidditch federation. It was enough to keep you warm as the game went into the nighttime. The skies seemed to threaten rain, but you didn’t care whether it fell or not. You were having fun, regardless of the weather.

The Irish scored the first goal. You booed, even though the others in your box seemed to be very supportive of the green team. You smiled apologetically at Fudge as he gave you an odd look, but didn’t pass a glance at the other two. However, the young boy came and stood beside you again, leaning over the box to look down at the people below in the lesser seats. He was sneering at them, like they had done something wrong by just existing there. That was worth a look to you at least. He caught your eye, and that sneer turned into a smile.

“Is this your first time at the Quidditch World Cup?” He asked. You shook your head, still feigning not knowing any English. “We come every year. But this is the first time that we’re in the Minister’s Box. So how did you get up here anyway? Who are you?”

He wasn’t letting up. You tried to look up at the players again, but the war for the Quaffle was going on in the middle of the pitch which meant there wasn’t much to look at right now. He nudged your side, so you finally answered, giving him your first and last name.

“Sounds exotic,” He said, which made you have to turn away and roll your eyes. Leave it to someone from England to think that your name was exotic, when it was commonplace where you were from. And not like he had the right to judge - what sort of name was Draco?

There was finally some action on the pitch, which took his attention from you for a little while. Unfortunately it was Ireland again, scoring the second goal of the game. Your eyes scanned the pitch to look for the familiar frame of your best friend and you saw him across the stadium. He was balanced on his broom, sitting on it in a way that made it look easy. Comfortable. You always admired how effortless he made it look to fly, while you were always hunched down, holding on with both hands until your knuckles had started to hurt. You waved at him when you thought you caught his eye and he smiled back at you. You chuckled as you heard a few girls in rows below you start to squeal because they thought that it had been at him.

“He’s overrated,” Draco muttered beside you.

“Krum?” You asked - before realizing this was very close to exposing yourself as a fraud.

“Yeah. He’s not even that good. In fact, I’m better than him. I’m the Seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team. I got in second year, which is really rare, actually.”

You let his voice go in one ear and then out the other. This boy seemed to like to talk about himself an awful lot.

Ireland scored a third goal, and you groaned loudly, cutting off Draco in the middle of a sentence. “Oh, are you cold?” He asked.

Either he didn’t notice that you were shaking your head, or he didn’t care. He moved in closer to you and tried to put his arm around your shoulders. In your discomfort, you took a few hasty steps away, and ended up bumping into the Minister himself, stepping on his robes which almost pulled him down.

“I’m so sorry,” You said in horror as you realized what you had just done. You helped him to upright himself, and he gave you a wary look, like he should have expected this.

“It’s quite alright,�� He said, but he did wander to the other side of the box, far away from you. You watched, feeling a bit bashful about what just had happened. At least, until there was a cheer from the fans. Ireland scored yet another goal. You sighed, and put your gaze back on the game. Viktor had moved since you had last seen him, and you began to scan for him once more, only for him to pop up not too far from you.

“I knew you spoke English,” Draco said from next to you. You almost forgot about the little twerp, but here he was, making himself known again. You never met anyone so infuriating before. He just couldn’t pick up a hint. “Come on, talk to me. Do you go to Hogwarts? I felt like I would have seen you there.”

“I don’t go to Hogwarts,” You stated. “You have not seen me before. And after this, we shall not meet again. Please, leave me alone.”

“I’ll be telling my father about your rudeness,” He said, finally turning away from you. You let out a sigh of relief. Maybe you could finally get into the game.

There had been a few close calls of Ireland getting the snitch. They were winning by quite a lot, and you could feel Viktor’s frustration from where you were standing. He kept looking at you, and you didn’t have much to offer him except for crossing your fingers.

“I think you should come to have dinner with us after the game,” Draco said, strolling back over to you after a while.

“The game could go on for hours, or even days,” You said, clenching the fence in front of you. You had never felt the urge to punch someone before but it was growing slowly and steadily. Something about his ferret like face.

“Well, we’re taking a break soon. We brought our new house elf. It’s an alright cook, it’ll do for the occasion. And you’re going to join us, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine here, thank you,” You said, scoffing at the idea of a break. You had no intention of leaving the game until it was over, even if that meant starving or peeing yourself. You were dedicated to stick it out for Viktor, at the very least.

He was flying not too far, eyes peeled for the stitch. But he looked at you. He was able to smile once more, but a hand grabbed yours and pulled you away from the fence. In your astonishment, you had let go. “Come on, we’re going to have something to eat.”

There was a sound of awe from the crowd at the exact same time that something went soaring by your head. You just barely managed to duck before it turned around and came back. A bludger. But how in the hell did it-

It went returning the way that it had come from, flying across the pitch. That was when you saw Viktor again, a little closer to you this time, holding a beater’s bat. He tossed it back to the beater, who went soaring after the bludger, while Viktor looked over at you. You put your hands over your heart as a thank you. He had always been a little overprotective of you, but right now, you were grateful for it. You were able to snap your hand away from Draco’s grasp, who was still ducking from the bludger attack. “I said I’m fine here. And if you, or your father, have a problem with that, you can shove it up your rear!” You shouted. The Minister overheard this part of the conversation and let out a little ‘oh my’ in surprise.

You didn’t even care. Enough was enough. If he grabbed you again, you would be telling everyone that you were being assaulted, and put him on full blast. Though he looked rather shaky after the encounter with the bludger, so you had the feeling he wouldn’t actually be bothering you again. You returned back to the fence so you could overlook the pitch again, and wrapped your hands around it so no one would be able to drag you back again.

-

The game finished with Bulgaria’s loss. You were disappointed, but it wasn’t Viktor’s fault. He still managed to catch the snitch, so he had done his job. It was the Keeper that you were disappointed with, and you would be bringing that up to him later.

You descended the endless flights of stairs, blending in with the crowd after the game - many were celebrating but there were quite a few who looked the same as you felt. Damn Ireland, you were thinking to yourself. And damn the Bulgarian Keeper! He hadn’t been able to do his job properly. Even Viktor would have done a better job, and it was his least favorite position!

You managed to veer away from the crowd to go to your own little campsite. Much like the others around yours, the tent was much bigger and roomier on the inside than it appeared on the outside, thanks to a little magic. You marched on through the flaps to go inside, and change out of your clothes. It had been a long game, and you had definitely sweated at least a little bit. You wanted to be much more presentable when Viktor would come along and join you.

The flap came open once more, and Viktor strolled in, just as you were fastening the button on your bottoms. He had perfect timing - now at least, maybe not so during the game. His jaw was clenched, you noticed, and he looked very angry. He’d lost games before, but still reveled in the fact that he had been playing. This was not a mood that just came from the game.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, watching as he walked past you to the armchair that was in front of the budding fire. Thank heavens for magic - a fire and a tent would never have worked otherwise.

“That boy who was touching you-” He said, sinking into the chair, and spit directly into the fire with disgust. “What’s his name?”

“Oh, we don’t need to worry about him, Vik. I think you scared him enough with the bludger. He wouldn’t even come close to me after that. Turned white as a sheet,” You chuckled at the memory, but his anger seemed to rage on.

“No, tell me his name.” Viktor demanded. You sighed, and walked to where he was sitting. The chair wasn’t big enough for the both of you, but it had rather wide arms and you planted yourself right there. You leaned your head against the top of his, the bristly growth of his hair tickling your forehead. “Y/N...”

“He was a stupid, petulant child who I am never going to lay eyes on again, Viktor Krum. Why did it make you so mad?”

“No one should be touching you. No one should be dragging you...” He said, moodily. He was staring into the fire, not at you at all.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you know his name after you calm down, how about that?” You suggested. It would take some time - he had a temper like a bonfire that would just keep on burning until the morning.

“Fine,” He grumbled. He said nothing more, and the two of you sat in silence, staring at the fire as it crackled, and listening to some of the cheers from outside. People were still celebrating the Irish win out there, and it gave everything a joyous atmosphere. “I’m not angry anymore.” He said after a few more minutes.

You pulled away from him, and took a look at his eyes to see if he really was in a post-red mood. He still looked grumpy but the worst of it seemed to be over. “His name was Draco Malfoy. His father is friends with the Minister, which is why I didn’t do much about it myself. You took good care of me, Vik. Just be happy that it ended the way that it did and we could move on with our lives.”

“If I see him again, I’m punching him,” Viktor grumbled. You shrugged, alright with that since the likelihood of it seemed so low.

“That is a price that he will have to pay then,” You smiled, moving back towards him and fell into his lap. Before you could try to get up, his arms went around your waist and started to tickle you in the way that he knew you hated. Fingers digging into your skin, it was a horrible feeling but the closeness that it brought wasn’t entirely terrible. “Vik - come on, stop...”

“I like it when you call me that,” He said, finally letting a smile come across his usual gruff features. You smiled in return, and lightly ran your fingers across his sculpted jawline, feeling the bone beneath his skin. His breathing hitched, and he held you closer, tighter.

You grew closer, until you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. Viktor was so close - and you hadn’t realized until this moment that this was something that you wanted. You had always been friends, and your parents had teased since the beginning that they were planning your wedding to each other. But this was the first time that you had seen what they had been seeing.

Screams came from outside, and they were far from being the joyous kind. There was serious fear in the female voice that you had heard. And then came others. More and more screaming. The tent seemed to move as people were rushing past it. You could just see it through the crack between the flaps which acted as doors.

“Stay with me,” Viktor said, getting up immediately. You agreed to this without question, and when he offered you his hand, you took it. Whatever danger was out there, you were certain that you could face it together.