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// zb1 being (kinda overly) protective of you.

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: zb1 being overprotective, pet names, lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: middle of my mind by tom rosenthal

> a/n: im back yall who missed me !!! also pls don’t let this flop as much as my previous post did …. that was embarrassing 😐

// 김 jiwoong.

jiwoong and you walked hand in hand along the cobblestone path, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under your feet creating a serene symphony. the air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.

as you strolled hand in hand, the warmth of jiwoongs touch filled you with a sense of security and love. his dark eyes, filled with adoration, glanced at you every few moments, ensuring your comfort and well-being. the suns golden rays danced on his face, highlighting the contours of his smile, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his presence.

the conversation flowed effortlessly, a symphony of laughter and shared anecdotes. your boyfriends voice resonated like a soothing melody, and his words were a balm to your soul. each sentence he uttered was laced with affection, and every syllable carried an undertone of concern, for he had always been one to prioritize your happiness above all else.

as you approached a particularly narrow and rocky path, jiwoongs protective nature became more evident. his steps slowed, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, and he insisted on leading the way. “be careful, love,” he murmured, his voice laced with a touch of worry. “watch your step, the rocks can be slippery.”

you chuckled softly, grateful for his concern but feeling confident in your own abilities. “ill be fine, jiwoong," you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth. “im not as delicate as you think.”

he grinned, a mixture of pride and playfulness dancing in his eyes. “oh, i know you're strong and capable,” he replied, his tone teasing. “but youre my everything, and i cant help but want to protect you from even the smallest of dangers.”

your heart swelled with affection, understanding the depth of his love for you. his overprotectiveness wasn't born out of doubt or a lack of trust; rather, it stemmed from a place of unyielding adoration. your boyfriend simply couldn't bear the thought of anything causing you harm, even if it was as minor as a misstep on a rocky path.

the path opened up to a breathtaking vista, where the lake stretched out before you like a vast expanse of liquid sapphire. the water glistened under the twilight sky, mirroring the stars that began to twinkle above. it was a sight that stole your breath away, leaving you momentarily spellbound.

jiwoongs arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you closer as he whispered into your ear, his words carried by the gentle breeze. “isn't it beautiful?” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “but remember, my love, don't get too close to the edge. i don't want anything to happen to you.”

you leaned back into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your back. ”i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, a smile playing on your lips. ”i wouldn't dream of doing anything that might worry you.”

he sighed, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. ”i know, but you know how my mind works,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness. ”i can't help but imagine the worst-case scenarios. its just who i am.”

you turned around in his arms, looking into his eyes with tender affection. ”and i love you for it,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of your love. ”your overprotectiveness is part of what makes you so special to me.”

jiwoongs face softened, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “i don't deserve you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i promise, ill always be there to shield you from harm, even if it's just imaginary."

// 장 hao.

as you walked hand in hand into the café, the sound of your footsteps mingled with soft music playing in the background. haos eyes gleamed with adoration as he looked at you, his heart filled with love and concern. he held the door open for you, ensuring you entered safely.

”you okay, darling?” hao asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “the ground can be uneven sometimes.” you smiled at his unwavering attentiveness. “im fine, hao. you don't have to worry so much.”

he chuckled, his voice a melody that harmonized with the ambiance around you. “i can't help it, you know. i just want to make sure you're always safe and sound.”

taking a seat at a cozy table near the window, you marveled at the view outside. the city bustled with life, people going about their day, yet in this café, you felt cocooned in a world of tranquility. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of sweet pastries, and the soft murmur of conversations added a pleasant hum to the atmosphere.

a waiter approached, carrying a tray adorned with steaming cups of coffee. haos protective instincts kicked in, and he immediately reached out to touch your cup, testing the temperature cautiously. “just making sure it's not too hot for you, darling,” he said, his voice laced with tenderness.

you chuckled, touched by his thoughtfulness. “thank you. you're always looking out for me.” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “its my duty as your boyfriend. besides, i wouldn't want you burning your beautiful lips.”

as you sipped the warm, comforting beverage, your eyes met your boyfriends, and a silent understanding passed between you. it was in these small, seemingly mundane gestures that his love for you shone like a radiant sun, casting a protective light over your every step.

the café was a symphony of sights and sounds, a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment. couples around you engaged in hushed conversations, their laughter mingling with the gentle clinking of cups and saucers. the walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, paintings that whispered stories of love and passion.

haos gaze never wavered from you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, etching each moment into his memory. he leaned forward, his voice low and filled with affection. “are you comfortable, my love? shall i adjust your chair?”

you chuckled softly, touched by his concern. “hao, im perfectly fine. i couldn't ask for a more caring boyfriend.”

his smile widened, his love for you shining through his eyes. “i just want to make sure everything is perfect for you. you deserve nothing less.”

as the afternoon turned to evening, and the café grew dimmer, the atmosphere took on a romantic allure. the soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. your boyfriend reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours, creating an unbreakable bond between you.

“i love you, hao,” you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and gratitude.

he squeezed your hand, his touch a reassurance of his love. “and i love you, more than words can express. i will always be here to protect and cherish you, my darling.”

// 성 hanbin.

hand in hand, you and hanbin strolled through an enchanting amusement park, its vibrant attractions calling to the child within each of you. laughter and joy mixed with the sweet scent of cotton candy, creating an atmosphere of pure delight.

as you approached the roller coaster, a towering behemoth with twisting tracks, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. “hey, hanbin, let's go on that roller coaster! it looks like so much fun!” you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling like stars.

hanbin glanced at the ride, then back at you, a subtle furrow forming on his forehead. “are you sure, sweetheart? it seems quite fast and intense.”

you grinned, feeling determined to take on the challenge. “absolutely! come on, it'll be so fun!”

he hesitated for a moment before relenting with a soft smile. “alright, but promise me you'll hold onto the safety bar tightly, and ill be right beside you the whole time.”

the roller coaster roared to life as you settled into the front seat. hanbins protective nature revealed itself as he carefully fastened your seatbelt and checked it twice. you giggled at his attentiveness, finding it endearing how much he cared for your safety.

as the ride started, and the roller coaster climbed higher, the view from the top was breathtaking. the scenery stretched out before you like a picturesque painting - the lush green trees, the shimmering pond, and the sparkling fountains all came together in a symphony of colors. “hanbin, look at this view! its incredible!" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with excitement.

but he couldn't take his eyes off you, concern etched in his expression even amidst the stunning backdrop. “yes, it is, but please hold on tight, okay?”

you chuckled, gently reassuring him, “don't worry, im in safe hands with you.”

as the coaster hurtled down the first drop, the wind whooshed past your face, and you couldn't help but let out a delighted scream. It was a whirlwind of adrenaline and emotions, and throughout the twists and turns, Hanbin kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable and secure.

after the ride ended, you stepped off with wobbly legs but a heart full of joy. hanbin quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you away from the ride. “you did amazing! i knew you could do it,” he said with pride, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

the day wore on, and you both explored the whimsical wonderland together, hopping from one attraction to another. with each ride, overprotective hanbin surfaced, whether it was holding your hand tightly on the carousel or making sure you were well-hydrated in the summer heat.

as the sun began to set, the sky turned into a canvas of pink and orange hues, casting a romantic glow over the park. the two of you found a cozy spot near a carousel, where you sat together on a wooden bench, taking a moment to rest.

“its been such a magical day, hanbin. thank you for being so caring and looking out for me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. he smiled affectionately, his eyes warm like the setting sun. “you're my world, and ill always do my best to keep you safe and happy.”

your heart fluttered, and you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “even if it means not letting me ride some of the more intense attractions?”

he chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the fading daylight. “well, maybe i can loosen the reins a little, but only if you promise to always hold onto my hand tightly.”

you nodded, knowing that in hanbins embrace, you would always feel protected. as the stars began to twinkle overhead, you both sat there, basking in the magic of the amusement park and the love that enveloped you like a gentle breeze.

// 석 matthew

the exterior of the hotel you and matthew had stayed at, boasted intricate architecture, adorned with climbing ivy and blossoming roses, its entrance welcoming visitors with ornate wooden doors that whispered stories of centuries past. once inside, the grandeur of the hotels interior took your breath away. crystal chandeliers sparkled from above, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. plush carpets led the way to rooms adorned with antique furnishings, adding an air of timelessness to the ambiance.

as you made your way to your room, hand in hand, matthews gentle voice chimed in, “are you feeling alright, love? you look a bit tired.”

you smiled at his concern, “im perfectly fine, just a little travel-weary. but being here with you makes everything better.” his eyes softened, “well, i want to make sure you have the best time. let me take care of everything.”

inside your charming room, the walls were painted in hues of lavender and cream, the scent of fresh flowers wafting through the air. the ornate curtains billowed gently as a soft breeze danced in from the open balcony, revealing a breathtaking view of the moon-kissed hills.

your boyfriend seemed to take a moment to ensure everything was in order before he spoke, “the balcony is lovely, but promise me you won't stay out there for too long. the evening air can be chilly, and i wouldn't want you catching a cold.”

you chuckled, touched by his protective nature, “i promise, i won't stay out for too long.”

with a satisfied nod, matthew ushered you to the sumptuous bed adorned with silken sheets and plush pillows. “rest for a while, my love. ill call the front desk to make sure everything is perfect.”

as you settled down, matthew spoke into the telephone, his voice gentle yet assertive, ensuring the hotel staff addressed your every need. you couldn't help but feel touched by his dedication to making your stay exceptional. once he hung up, he sat by your side, gently stroking your hair, “you know, i can't stop worrying about you. you mean the world to me, and i just want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted, feeling the depth of his love in those words, “i know, matthew, and i appreciate it more than i can express. but im here with you, and that's all i need to feel safe and happy.”

the evening unfolded with the two of you exploring the charming town hand in hand, visiting local cafes, and indulging in sweet treats. your boyfriends watchful eye remained, making sure you didn't miss any step on the street stairs or protecting you from the slightest drizzle that threatened to dampen your spirits.

as the night deepened, you returned to the hotel, its facade now glowing with golden lights, and the stars above sprinkled like diamonds on a velvet canvas. inside, you found yourselves in a cozy corner of the hotel's restaurant, sharing laughter, love, and delicious food.

over a candlelit dinner, you teased, “you know, i think you'd make an excellent guardian angel. always watching out for me.”

matthew, his eyes shimmering with warmth, “maybe i was in a past life. but in this one, im just a man who cherishes you more than anything.”

as the night wore on, you returned to your room, your hearts full of love and contentment. matthew tenderly wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “sweet dreams, my love.”

withh a kiss on your forehead, he settled beside you, his presence like a warm embrace, and together, you drifted into a blissful slumber, safe in the knowledge that love had brought you to this magical place, where the world seemed to revolve solely around the two of you.

// 김 taerae.

yours and taeraes kitchen was a charming amalgamation of rustic charm and modern convenience. the scent of freshly cut herbs and simmering spices wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the laughter and whispers shared between you and him. with aprons adorned and utensils in hand, you stood side by side, ready to embark on a culinary adventure together.

taeraes eyes sparkled like stars as he gazed at you, his beloved. “are you sure youre okay handling that knife, sweetheart?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

you grinned, playfully winking at him. “oh, come on, taerae! ive chopped vegetables a thousand times before. ive got this!”

your boyfriend nodded hesitantly, a small frown dancing across his forehead. he couldn't help but be captivated by your confident spirit, yet a hint of protectiveness lingered within him. “alright, just be careful, my precious one. i wouldn't bear to see a single scratch on your delicate fingers.”

your heart fluttered at his endearing words, and you chuckled softly. “i promise, ill be extra careful.” with a swift motion, you deftly chopped the vegetables, relishing the musical sound of the knife rhythmically meeting the cutting board.

as the culinary symphony progressed, taerae remained ever-vigilant, subtly ensuring your safety. when you reached for a heavy pot on the top shelf, he gently intercepted your hand. “allow me, honey. i wouldn't want you to strain yourself.”

his tender touch sent shivers of warmth through your being, and you willingly let him assist, though not without a playful eye-roll and a teasing remark. “you know, taerae, im not made of glass. i can handle a pot.”

he laughed, placing the pot gently on the stove. “i know, but its my duty to look after you, isnt it?”

with an affectionate smile, you agreed, recognizing the depth of his love and how it manifested in this unintentional overprotectiveness. it was endearing, reassuring, and a constant reminder of how cherished you were in his heart.

the cooking continued, and the kitchen turned into an artistic battlefield of spices and flavors. your culinary skills were undeniable, and your boyfriend admired your prowess with each passing moment. nevertheless, whenever the stove emitted a slight hiss, he was instantly by your side, ready to tame the flames.

“ive got this, taerae,” you insisted, gently nudging him away from the stove. he smirked, feigning reluctance. “alright, but im just a heartbeat away if you need me.”

in the midst of this kitchen dance, the forest outside embraced the cottage with a sense of wonder. fireflies started to light up the darkening landscape, creating an enchanting spectacle that only added to the magic of the evening.

as the aroma of your culinary masterpiece filled the air, you and taerae set the table together, hand in hand. the meal was a reflection of your love - a fusion of flavors and textures that complemented each other, just as you did.

with candles flickering and soft music playing in the background, you sat down to savor the fruit of your labor. taeraes eyes never left you, a soft smile curving his lips. “you truly are amazing, sweetheart. not only in the kitchen but in every aspect of life.” you blushed, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for his unwavering support.

as the moon ascended into the starry night sky, you and taerae shared a meal filled with love and laughter, with playful banters and tender gestures, enjoying each others company.

// 리키 ricky.

amidst the bustling symphony of shoppers, the mall stood like a grand emporium of desires, filled with endless racks of clothes and vibrant storefronts that beckoned for exploration. the air was alive with the aroma of freshly cooked dishes from the nearby restaurants, and the sound of laughter and conversations painted a picturesque scene.

you and ricky walked through the labyrinthine passages of fashion, your eyes bright with the promise of finding the perfect outfit. your smile radiated happiness, and ricky couldn't help but feel a surge of affection every time he glanced at you.

“i really love this dress,” you said, holding up a flowing, floral-printed creation that seemed to mirror the vibrant scenery around you.

“its beautiful, just like you,” your boyfriend replied with a warm grin, but he couldn't help noticing the other shoppers glancing your way. his overprotective instincts started to kick in, and he couldn't help but cast wary glances at anyone who dared to look too long.

as you continued browsing, ricky was like a silent sentinel, ever-watchful of your surroundings. whenever you stopped to admire an item, he would discreetly stand between you and the crowd, as if forming an invisible barrier to protect you from the curious eyes of strangers.

“you know, ricky," you chuckled playfully, “its sweet how you always have my back, but i promise i can handle myself in a mall.”

“i know, i know,” he replied sheepishly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “i just can't help it. youre the most precious thing in my life, and i want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted at his sincerity, but you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “do you think the mannequins are checking me out too? should i be worried about them stealing your thunder?” your boyfriend chuckled, realizing he might have been a bit too vigilant. “alright, alright, maybe i got carried away. but you gotta admit, they can't hold a candle to you.”

with laughter in your eyes, you took his arm and led him towards the accessories section. as you tried on various hats and sunglasses, rickys eyes never left your face. he couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly you could turn anything into a fashion statement.

“you have a knack for making everything look good," he complimented, his admiration evident in his voice.

“flattery will get you everywhere,” you teased, trying on a wide-brimmed sun hat that made him grin.

as you continued your playful banter, rickys watchful nature relaxed slightly, realizing that you were indeed capable of navigating the mall without him acting like your personal bodyguard.

however, as you moved towards the changing rooms, he instinctively waited nearby, a mix of concern and bashfulness on his face. “ill be just here if you need anything,” he murmured.

“thanks, ricky,” you said, touched by his thoughtfulness. “i promise ill call you in if i need a fashion consultation.”

he chuckled and nodded, still staying within earshot as you ventured into the changing rooms. the moments you spent trying on different outfits turned into a little fashion show for him as you emerged with each new look.

your boyfriend felt like the luckiest person in the world. your beauty, inside and out, never ceased to amaze him. he was grateful for every second spent with you, and his overprotective tendencies stemmed from a deep love and care he held for you.

as the day wore on and the sun began to dip towards the horizon, you finally settled on a few outfits that made you feel fabulous. with your arms full of shopping bags, you and ricky made your way towards the mall's exit.

the golden colors of the evening sun spilled across the vast parking lot, casting a warm glow over the scene. ricky slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, as if to shield you from the world outside. “youre my safe haven, you know,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and affection.

“and you're mine,” you whispered back, resting your head against his shoulder.

hand in hand, you walked towards the car, feeling the gentle breeze carry the remnants of a perfect day, as the mall faded into the background.

// 김 gyuvin.

you and gyuvin entered a realm of pixelated dreams and flashing screens, where gamers from all walks of life converged to test their skills and indulge in the digital realm.

amidst the vivid cacophony, gyuvins eyes sparkled with anticipation as he guided you through the sea of arcade machines. his hand gently held yours, his touch providing a sense of security and warmth.

the arcade was a whimsical wonderland, an eclectic mix of bright colors and hypnotic sounds. the air hummed with the fervor of competitive spirits, mingling with the melodies of retro game soundtracks. rows upon rows of games lined the walls, enticing players with promises of adventure and victory.

as you navigated the arcade, your boyfriends overprotective tendencies began to reveal themselves, like a well-intentioned shield guarding you from harm. it started innocently enough, as he subtly positioned himself between you and the rowdy crowd, his protective instinct palpable.

you approached a claw machine, adorned with plush toys of all shapes and sizes, their beady eyes seemingly begging to be won. gyuvin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in determination. “ill get you a prize,” he declared, his voice brimming with confidence.

his fingers deftly slipped a coin into the machine, and the claw descended with calculated precision. it hovered above a plush teddy bear, seemingly teetering on the brink of capture. with bated breath, you watched as the claw tightened its grip, only to falter at the last moment. gyuvins face contorted into a mix of frustration and determination.

“don't worry,” he reassured you, his voice tinged with determination. “ill get it next time. no plush toy can resist my skill!”

you giggled at his conviction, the corners of your lips curling into an affectionate smile. his unwavering determination was endearing, even in the face of a claw machine defeat. as he fed another coin into the machine, you marveled at the way his eyes never left the prize, his focus unyielding.

but as the night progressed, gyuvins protectiveness took on a more pronounced form. each time a stranger bumped into you, he would instinctively tense, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. he cast a watchful eye on anyone who approached, ready to intervene if he sensed any potential harm.

as you played a racing game, maneuvering through virtual landscapes with lightning speed, your boyfriend stood by your side, cheering you on with infectious enthusiasm. “youve got this!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine pride. “show them what you're made of!”

yet, even in the midst of his unwavering support, gyuvin couldn't help but fret over your well-being. he would lean in close, his words filled with concern. “be careful on those sharp turns, love. i don't want you to hurt yourself.”

you found his overprotectiveness endearing. his genuine concern for your safety and happiness was a testament of his love. it wasn't about doubting your abilities, but rather an overwhelming desire to shield you from any potential harm, no matter how trivial.

as the night drew to a close, you found yourselves in front of a multiplayer game. it was a shooting game, where players donned virtual reality headsets and battled enemies in a thrilling sci-fi universe. gyuvin, ever the knight in shining armor, insisted on being your partner.

he held your hand tightly as you both entered the virtual realm, the weight of the headsets creating an immersive world around you. together, you fought side by side, taking down hordes of virtual enemies with unmatched teamwork and precision.

in this alternate reality, his protectiveness took on a new meaning. he covered your back, alerting you to incoming threats and shielding you from virtual harm. he whispered words of encouragement into your ear, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos.

“you're doing amazing, love,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sounds of gunfire. “ive got you. no one can touch you while im here.”

as the last enemy fell, you both removed your headsets, the virtual world fading away to reveal the dimly lit arcade once more. gyuvins eyes met yours, a softness in his gaze that melted your heart. “thank you for being by my side, gyuvin,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

he smiled, his love shining through his eyes. “always, my love. ill protect you in the arcade and beyond. youre my greatest treasure.”

// 박 gunwook.

the cerulean hues of the sun-kissed sky, the swimming pool gleamed like a sapphire gem nestled in the embrace of a lush, vibrant garden. tropical flora swayed gently in the balmy breeze, casting playful shadows upon the glistening waters. you stood at the pools edge, the cool tiles soothing beneath your bare feet. your boyfriend, gunwook, exuded an aura of gentle strength, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over you.

as you dipped your toes into the pool, a mischievous grin spread across your face. gunwook couldn't resist the opportunity to join you. with a joyful leap, he cannonballed into the water, causing a cascade of sparkling droplets to dance around him. emerging from the depths, he shook his hair, sending water droplets flying like tiny diamonds in the sunlit air.

“hey there, fearless water nymph,” he chuckled, his eyes warm with adoration. “you ready to dive into some aquatic adventures?”

“oh, absolutely,” you replied, mirroring his infectious enthusiasm. “ive been looking forward to this all week!”

gunwook couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you wade into the water with a carefree spirit. as you ventured deeper, he swam alongside you, ensuring you were safe at every step.

“don't go too far, okay?” he said, his voice gentle yet filled with concern.

you playfully rolled your eyes. “don't worry, gunwook. ive got this! im an excellent swimmer, you know.” his eyes sparkled with tenderness. “i know you are, but you can never be too careful. besides, i just want to make sure you're always within my reach.”

with every stroke, he swam closer, keeping a watchful eye on you. it wasn't that he didn't trust your abilities; it was simply his nature to be protective. his heart swelled with love and admiration for you, and he couldn't help but feel a primal urge to shield you from any harm that might dare approach.

as you ventured toward the deeper end of the pool, the water embraced you like a second skin, its gentle caress sending shivers of delight up your spine. gunwook, ever the watchful guardian, kept pace, making sure the depths didn't overwhelm you.

“gunwook, i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, flashing a cheeky grin. “you don't have to worry so much!”

“i just can't help it, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice soft, yet earnest. The sweetness of his words tugged at your heartstrings, making you feel cherished and protected. It was a precious feeling, knowing someone cared for you so deeply.

as the sun reached its zenith, the pool became a haven of playful splashes and laughter. you and your boyfriend engaged in water battles, each splash and giggle echoing through the vibrant scenery.

but as the day wore on, you noticed a small shadow of fatigue tugging at gunwooks features. concerned, you swam up to him. “hey, are you okay?” you asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

he nodded, managing a tired smile. “im fine, just a little exhausted. but seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile.”

in that moment, you understood the depth of his love and devotion. he was there for you, supporting and protecting, even when he felt drained himself.

“lets take a break,” you suggested. “we can relax on the poolside, enjoy the sun, and maybe ill even give you a nice massage.”

his eyes brightened at the prospect, and you swam back to the pool's edge, both of you basking in the tranquil oasis you had created together.

as you reclined on the sun-drenched tiles, gunwook by your side, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unintentional overprotectiveness. sometimes it might seem like hes too much, but he just loves you.

// 한 yujin.

as the sun rose on a warm summer morning, painting the skies in shades of pink and gold, you and yujin walked hand in hand towards the school, your backpacks slung over your shoulders, and hearts beating in sync. the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and the promise of new adventures.

“yujin, it's such a beautiful day, isn't it?” you remarked, your eyes sparkling with delight.

“indeed it is, angel," yujin replied, his gaze never leaving you, a smile playing on his lips. “but let me walk on the side closer to the road, just to make sure you're safe.”

you giggled at his protectiveness, “oh, you worry too much! ill be fine.”

as you reached the school gates, your boyfriends overprotective nature seemed to intensify. he carefully scanned the surroundings, making sure there were no potential hazards in your path.

“yujin, seriously, ive been coming to this school for years. i know my way around,” you teased, trying to ease his worries.

“i know, i know,” he chuckled, “but i just want to keep you safe. its like a reflex.”

inside the school, the atmosphere was abuzz with energy and excitement. students hurried to their classes, and laughter reverberated through the hallways. yujins eyes darted from person to person, ever-watchful.

“have you ever considered being a personal bodyguard?” you giggled, leaning closer to him. “you seem quite skilled at looking out for people.”

yujins cheeks flushed slightly, “well, i guess i just care about you a lot.”

as the day progressed, you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend seemed to be on high alert at all times. whenever someone came too close or even looked in your direction for a little longer than usual, he'd instinctively step forward, shielding you from their view.

in the cafeteria, he diligently checked the labels on the food to ensure you wouldn't accidentally eat something you were allergic to. during class, he discreetly passed you a sweater when he noticed you shivering, even though the weather was warm outside.

the schools garden was your favorite spot, a hidden paradise where natures beauty embraced you. yujins protective nature reached its peak here. he carefully brushed away any stray flowers from the bench before letting you sit, worried that they might be uncomfortable. he even stood between you and a playful squirrel, fearing it might bite.

“yujin, the squirrel is just curious, it won't hurt me,” you said, giggling at his antics.

“i know, but id rather be safe than sorry,” he replied with a sheepish grin.

time seemed to fly in each other's company, and as the sun began its descent, you both strolled back towards the school gates. yujins steps were a tad slower, his eyes heavy with a mix of fatigue and contentment.

“thank you for taking care of me all day, yujin. you really are my knight in shining armor," you said with a soft laugh.

he blushed, his heart swelling with love, “ill always be here to protect you, no matter what. its just in my nature.”

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neevblanc · 9 months

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Aizawa with a pro hero & highschool sweetheart reader finally talking again after months (or even years) of no contact 😋

a/n —hey hey anon!! thx for sending this in! I've never written for shouta b4 despite having read my fair share of media involving him lol. i hope i can do him justice for you!!! this is such an interesting prompt hehe p.s this was literally the funnest thing to write ever im actually incredibly invested. i might as well have fleshed out a whole au for this, not that it rlly reflects it i think haha!

blanca’s cafe event!

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Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader

Tags— semi-angst, awkwardness, mentions of injuries/war, bittersweet

CW/TW— Manga Spoilers?

note — quirk — Revitalize: the ability to heal wounds and injuries by simply touching the affected area. They can accelerate the body's natural healing process. Their healing abilities also extend to others. They must gain the energy to do so by taking it from enemies or using their own(think Moyra from overwatch, sorta. w/ a mix of bastille's group healing ability thing teehee).

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"Have We Met Before? by Tom Rosenthal, Fenne Lily"

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“ Will you know it when you see it? Have we met before?”

You hadn’t been in Japan for years, having been sent to America by the Hero Commission as soon as you had graduated from Yuuei. Adjusting to the culture (both civilian and hero) was a struggle, but you did well with your healing-centered quirk.

Once the war had taken place, the commission had called back all of the heroes they sent to foreign countries they could, and you just so happened to be one of them. All for One was a looming threat, and with the amount of casualties suffered, they sent you home to help the war effort.

You stand inside Yuuei’s walls, stomach rolling at the bleak sight. Cities had been razed while you were gone, and Yuuei had been converted into a base for civilians and heroes alike. People milled around almost aimlessly, no doubt restless, as they were afraid to leave school grounds. You make your way through the crowd, eyes focused on the building you had been directed to.

Yuuei hadn’t had dorms since you last checked, but amongst all the changes you’ve seen in your hometown, you didn’t have the energy to even question it. You hurry up the steps and knock idly on the door, rocking on your heels while you wait for it to open.

The door creaks open, and an eye with a black sclera blinks at you before it opens wider, revealing a yellow-eyed, pink girl. She grins tightly at you, obviously confused by your presence.

“Hello, can I help you?” She said, and you take note of her for just a second. Young, most definitely not any older than 17- and tired. Her demeanor screamed of exhaustion. You smile gently at her.

“Hi, Nezu directed me this way. I’m looking for your teacher. This is 2-A, right?” You say, taking a step back just in case you had gotten it wrong (which you hoped wasn’t the case, seeing as the dorms were marked with the class names). The girl nodded and opened the door further, shifting to allow you room to enter.

“Yeah! You’re in the right place.” She says, and you enter the building quickly. You take your shoes off and place them into one of the cubbies near the door, and you note the number of shoes already in the cubbies. It reminds you of school, and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

The girl hands you a pair of guest slippers, and as you put them on, she grins a little softer.

” I’m Mina, by the way.” She says. You nod, both of you making your way out of the genkan.

” You have a very pretty name, Mina. I’m Revitalight, but you can call me y/n.” You reply, and she squints a little at you.

” Revitalight? I’ve heard that name before…oh, and thank you.” She says, startled out of her contemplation as she remembered the compliment. You nodded, a soft laugh leaving you. Even with the war, she was kind and very much a child. It both saddened and warmed you how her demeanor did not wholly mirror that of the community outside.

You both make it to the couches, where another group of teenagers are milling around. Their idle conversations pause as you stand at the edge of one of the couches. You wave politely, and Mina gestures toward you excitedly.

“Please welcome American Pro Hero: Revitalight!” She introduced, and you don’t have it in you to fight the American label- you’ve been a Pro in America for longer than she’s been in school. No point in telling her you went to Yuuei, too - or that you were still under the HPSC’s rule. The others say hello enthusiastically, waving from where they were sprawled out on the couch.

“Please, call me y/n.” You say, sitting on an unoccupied section of the couch.

Mina explains you’re looking for their sensei, and a girl with frog-adjacent features stands from her place on the couch.

“I’ll get Sensei down here for you then.” She says, voice horse how you’d expect a frogs to be. You send her a grateful smile.

” Thank you.” You respond, and she does little more than nod and disappear down the hall.

“Why are you here, Revitalight-san?” A boy with glasses says, and you pause to consider what you can tell them.

“The commission asked me to return, and I’ve been dispatched here. Principal Nedzu said I should head here before finding Recovery Girl.” You explain, trying to ignore the way the kids around you sober up quickly at the mention of the Hero Commission. You didn’t know how much they knew, but you hoped it wasn’t much- for their sake.

“What’s your quirk do?” A blonde asks, and you can see his curiosity blatantly on his face. You smile and raise your hand, gesturing toward him. He straightens from his flopped-over position and stands excitedly, opening his arms.

” Hit me!” He says, pouting at the bespeckled boy when he tries to get him to sit down.

” Denki, we don’t know their quirk. What if it’s dangerous,” he cautions, and you laugh a little to ease his worry.

“Don’t worry, um,” Mina whispers into your ear quickly, “Iida-kun. This won’t hurt him at all.” You reassure, and Iida settles back into his seat without further complaint.

The kids watch as you flex your hand just slightly, and suddenly, a bright yellowish-white light floats slowly from your hand to Denki, curling and moving in the air. The glow hits Denki straight in the chest, and he takes a deep breath.

“Woah.” He says, shaking out his body and looking down just in time to see the glow follow lightning-like patterns below his skin and fade down his arms. You tilt your head and eye the lightning bolt in his hair.

“Your quirk is electricity, right?” You say, prompting him to nod. The way the kids stare at you makes you want to laugh, but you hold off in case they take it mockingly.

“I can tell from the patterns it made. I only see those jagged lines from people who have lightning quirks or have been exposed to high voltages.” You explain, and Denki brightens at the information.

Mina’s about to ask a question when someone clears their throat behind you, and the kids all deflate into exaggerated whines or pouts.

“That’s enough, all of you, to your rooms. Or anywhere but here, really. If you even think of eavesdropping, I’ll have you scrubbing bathrooms for a week.” The voice says dryly, and you grin as the kids file out quickly, whining, “This is a common area; it’s not eavesdropping,” and “Sensei’s such a buzzkill.”

You turn to face them with a sheepish smile already in place.

“Sorry for intruding. Principal Nedzu said I should speak to you before,” You pause, finally registering who exactly you’re talking to. The gaze you get in return is similarly dumbfounded.

“Shou- Aizawa-san.” You stutter, correcting yourself. The man before you is every bit the boy you remember, even with the injuries you can see littering his body. The same tired eyes, pitch black hair, moody expression.

And still, you’re hit by his age. The mature structure of his jaw and the strong frame that screamed, well, Pro Hero hit you more than you’d think. Most of all, his height struck you. Last you had seen, Aizawa was pretty short for your age. He stands in front of you at six feet at least, and you wonder when a growth spurt that big hit him.

You flick your fingers anxiously, and his eyes follow the gesture for just a moment.

“Y/n. It’s been…a long time.” He says, crossing his arms in an attempt to seem casual. You can see the awkwardness of the action, though, in the way his shoulders tense and his brow furrows. The familiarity makes you a little light-headed. You smile, nodding.

“Yeah, it has. 12 years, now?” You say, looking around for just a moment to avoid his gaze. His hair, longer than you remember it being, is tied into a half-up, half-down style. He nods, and you lace your fingers together in front of you.

“Nedzu said the commission was sending someone, though he didn’t say it’d be you.” He says, and you try to find some emotion in the statement. When you don’t identify anything negative from his words, you shrug.

” Principal Nedzu didn’t tell me you were the teacher I was meeting either. Speaking of,” You hum, stepping closer. Aizawa shifts, obviously watching you but not moving away. “Sensei? Didn’t know you wanted to be a teacher, Aizawa.”

Aizawa grimaces slightly with a sigh and drops his arms from his chest to shove them into his pockets. “It’s not really my thing. But someone has to do it.” He says, and you squint a little at his response. With his hands hidden in his pockets, it clicks in your mind, and you bite back a smug smile. Aizawa had a similar tell to you- his hands start motioning to crack his knuckles, even if no pop comes of it.

You let a calmer grin settle on your face, staring up at him.

“Totally. Either way, I think it’s pretty cool of you.” You compliment, and his mouth twitches faintly in response.

“Why are you here?” He asks suddenly, and for a moment, you can see in his face that he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

You huff a sigh, “Same reason as everyone else. The war effort needed help, so the commission sent me home.” You explain. Aizawa nodded absently, reaching up to rub at his neck as he thought.

“You’re here to help Recovery Girl, then?” He says, face serious. You shake your hand in a so-so motion.

“Yes and no. I’ll help RG here for now, but I’ve been told they’ll send me with patrol groups and into war zones when needed. I can heal en mass in a way she can’t.” You shrug. Aizawa frowned, and you could tell he wasn’t happy with how the hero commission seemed comfortable throwing you wherever. Still, they’ve been this blasé with your life since you agreed to the program years ago, so it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with anymore.

“That doesn’t seem sustainable at all,” Aizawa says, critical as always. You give him an unimpressed look.

“War generally isn’t, no. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you say, waving your hand casually. “Anyway. I meant to ask, what’s up with…this.” You say, gesturing toward the eye patch. He pursed his lips briefly.

“War causality. Still getting used to it.” He rumbled, and you smiled gently at him.

“If anyone can kick ass with one eye, it’s you, Aizawa.” You hit his shoulder playfully, almost in slow motion as a joke. The movement is familiar, and for just a second, you remember how this same punch made him hiss like a disgruntled cat and glare at you, teetering away from the force.

Now, the stare he levels you with is unimpressed; mouth curled upward. He hadn’t budged. Your stomach flutters for a moment. “You’re ridiculous.” He mutters. That is familiar. The warm tone in his voice makes you painfully nostalgic, and through the ache in your chest, you laugh at his response.

“One of us has to be,” You tease, backing up and crossing your arms. Aizawa shoots you a look and rolls his eye. Without another word, he turns back down the hall he came from, and it only takes you a beat to realize you were supposed to follow.

“C’mon, Mic would wanna see you.” He calls, waving a lazy hand to gesture you over. You follow eagerly, almost tripping over yourself.

“Oh my GOD, Mic’s here too?!”

#gn!y/n #mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #my hero academia x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #boku no hero academia x reader #eraserhead x reader #mha x gn!reader #aizawa x gn!reader #neev.doc

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Blood Sport {Garreth Weasley x Fem!Reader}

Got this pic of Garreth from Rimaeternax on twitter!!!

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are in their 7th year and are 18+)

Introduction: Garreth had begged you not to put your name in The Goblet of Fire. The TriWizard Tournament was known for being so dangerous, it was practically a death sentence to every school Champion chosen. You promised him you wouldn’t, but when you found out your best friend Natty had entered her name, you decided to go against his wishes and enter behind his back. Being as capable as you were and the only person in ages able to wield ancient magic, of course your name was chosen. Along with an overwhelming sense of dread that you could die, Garreth felt betrayal, and has kept his distance from you ever since.

Word Count: ~ 9,900 (I’m gonna be honest, I dunno how it happened)

Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Swearing, Angst, Smut (Sex, Edging, Oral)

Author’s Note: I made this so it could be a standalone, but in case you’d like extra background, this is a continuation of Garreth’s portion in The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion. I couldn’t get his part out of my head and I had to write out the rest of his story. Freckled Serotonin could be a prequel too haha, a fic that takes place during a time where the relationship is only happiness and fluff. Maaaan, I have been obsessing and losing sleep over this fic all week and I’m so happy I finally finished! It’s my longest one yet, so get cozy and grab a snack 🥰 Hope you guys have a great night ❤

Songs (if interested):

Blood Sport - Sleep Token (Original Version & Room Below Version)

for forever - EKKSTACY

You Can’t Stop Me - Alex G

you not the same - TileKid

The Love You Want - Sleep Token

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

It had been weeks now since you and Garreth last spoke. You knew he needed time and space to forgive you, but your second challenge was coming up soon, and now more than ever you wanted him by your side again.

The Durmstrang Champion, Maxim Mainka, had caught a few hints at what it could be, and things weren’t looking good if his suspicions were correct. He had been so concerned he wanted to prepare with you and the Beauxbatons Champion, Amelie DuPont. Was there anything more unsettling than something that could put a Durmstrang student on edge?

Possibly facing a challenge you couldn’t overcome within the next week had weighed on you more and more as it approached. So when Professor Weasley announced that the fourth years and up were to meet for dance practice for the upcoming Yule Ball, you were over the moon. You’d take anything that could help take your mind off it all.

You grinned a bit seeing all the younger years get uneasy at Professor Weasley explaining the proper dance that was required of everyone if they wanted to attend. The seventh years were the only ones who seemed to be at ease with the whole thing, probably because it wouldn’t be the first time touching someone so intimately for most of you. Whereas the younger years had never even held hands with someone and it was written all over their faces.

“Garreth, come up and help me demonstrate please.”

Your smile faltered a bit watching Garreth walk up. He received some whistles and hollers as he strode up to his aunt proudly, chest puffed like he was about to own this demonstration dance. You couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips, of course you still found him as hilarious as ever, despite your current situation.

He blew an exaggerated kiss to the audience and you cackled along with the other students. He then joined his aunt for the dance, keeping the smug look on his face as she talked through the steps for everyone. At one point, he surprised her with a dip, causing everyone to howl with laughter and she smacked him lightly. He said a quick apology and brought her back up.

“That’ll do. Thank you, Garreth.” He stepped back from his aunt and gave a dramatic bow, bringing another round of chuckles from everyone as you all clapped for him.

“Alright, now everyone find a partner and we’ll go through the steps together.”

Most of the students went quiet and still, not wanting to make the first move. The only ones who got up to move were the ones in relationships, heading to join their significant others for practice. You looked down to the ground, suddenly feeling like an unconfident fourth year yourself.

Garreth caught sight of you amongst the crowd. He had been wanting to go up and speak to you these last few days, but he couldn't get himself to do it. There never seemed to be a good time, he started to doubt there ever would be.

He straightened his tie, more out of bustling nerves than anything, and strode up to you. He held out his hand for you to take and you slowly looked up at him, clearly taken aback.

He looked down at you with a smirk, hoping you didn’t see through his feigned confidence. “What do you say, oh mighty Champion of Hogwarts?”

You swallowed thickly, your body wasn’t handling Garreth speaking to you again as well as you had hoped, but you’d take this moment regardless. You tentatively took his hand and he tugged you up with ease. He kept your hand in his as he led you to the floor, then effortlessly pulled you into the dance, his hold on you firm and warm.

“You have horrible taste in dance partners, Weasley.” You tried to jest to hide how anxious you were. Unable to meet his gaze, you looked down at your feet to make sure you didn’t step on his. It was a bit much, not speaking for as long as you had and now you were in his arms like this.

“Just follow the expert, you’ll be fine.” He pulled you even closer to him, getting you to finally look up at his face. His eyes bored into yours, and it wiped your mind clean of any coherent thought you had. You wanted to look back down to your feet but he had pulled you too close to be able to do so, so you settled for looking at your hand on his shoulder.

“I uh - I thought I’d take this chance to speak with you.” It was Garreth’s turn to feel uneasy.

Well… that doesn’t sound good. “Alright.”

He looked away from you, his jaw tensing, bracing himself for what he was going to say next. Your stomach dropped seeing his face turn so dismayed when he was being goofy and having fun only a moment ago.

“I don’t know how best to put this, so I’m just going to say it. I think we should just be friends.” He could feel you stiffen and he pulled you in closer, your stance turning more into an embrace. He placed his cheek against yours, your swaying becoming only small steps from side to side. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I really do hope we can be friends, I’ll do anything to make that happen. Anything. But, I can’t be yours anymore. I just… I can’t. It hurts too much.”

Your eyes stung with tears, and you hated that one had managed to fall. But you were able to remain standing tall. Unable to speak with your throat feeling so constricted, you settled for a brief nod of your head, letting him know you heard him.

“Whatever you need, it's yours. I’ll help you through the rest of the tournament any way I can, just say the word.”

Quickly wiping away your stray tear before he could see it, you cleared your throat. You shifted in your stance so he could back off of you a bit. “Let’s stick with dance lessons, yeah?”

You looked over his shoulder, focusing on nothing in particular while he eyed you a moment longer. He then nodded his head, looking over your shoulder at nothing in particular himself. “Yeah… Yeah, alright then.”

That night you had decided to go to The Hog’s Head. You would go to Three Broomsticks, but you didn’t want to chance bumping into Garreth. You wanted to avoid him like the plague.

Walking in, you saw Maxim Mainka. He was sitting at the bar, drinking and cheerily speaking with those around him. He noticed you walk in and lit up like you were just the person he wanted to see.

“Fellow Champion! Come! Come join me!”

You smiled and joined his side at the bar.

“One for my friend, on me!” He called to the bartender.

You gladly took the pint placed in front of you and began on a steady stream of gulps.

“That’s the way!” He cheered, patting you on the back and clearly feeling a good buzz in his cheeks. He held up his drink to you and you clinked it with yours. “Let’s enjoy our last few days alive, my friend!”

You stilled and thought on his words for a moment. You knew Maxim had been feeling edgy about the upcoming challenge, but you didn’t think he’d be this convinced none of the champions would make it out alive.

You started to go a bit numb. The love of your life had asked you to ‘just be friends’ and you might very well die in a few days…

What better time to drink myself silly?

You raised your pint, “Here’s to that.” Then you brought it back to your lips for more.

Garreth sat at the bar of The Three Broomsticks, barely able to touch his drink; he was so sick to his stomach. He rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, unable to follow the chatter of his friends next to him.

He knew ending things with you would be one of the stupidest things he had ever done, but he had to. What choice did he have? He couldn’t keep you wondering and waiting on him to forgive you when you had more important things to focus on.

His feelings were all over the place. He still loved you deeply, but he was also still upset. He didn’t think you’d ever truly know how full of dread you made him when you threw yourself into danger as constantly as you did.

He thought if he gave you a clear stance on where the two of you were in the meantime, it’d be better for you, give you the chance to prepare for your challenges with a clear head. But asking to just be friends had gone horribly, bringing the exact opposite effect he wanted, making things even worse on you.

“I think I’m gonna turn in, mate. Not feeling it tonight.” Garreth got up from his seat and patted Leander on the back as he passed. He moseyed out of The Three Broomsticks with his hands in his pockets, kicking the dirt at his feet as he made his way out of Hogsmeade.

The sound of cheering coming from The Hog’s Head caught his attention. He peeked over curiously and had to do a double take. That bar was never bustling, yet there was a huge crowd around it tonight, boisterous about something going on inside.

He was caught off guard when you and Maxim clambered out of the crowd and fell to the ground, laughing hysterically and definitely drunk. The crowd cheered in intoxicated delight at your collapse.

Garreth made his way over as Maxim helped you up. When he saw him throw you over his shoulder, his blood boiled and he picked up his pace.

“This one’s pissed! She’s done for the night!” Maxim called back to the crowd as he carried you away from The Hog’s Head with ease. The crowd whined in unison at your departure.

Garreth strode up to him. “Put her down. I can take her from here.”

As Garreth approached, Maxim side stepped him and kept walking.

“Oi, Knobhead! I said put her down!”

Maxim gave your side a quick pat. “You know this one?”

You peeked up. “Ah! It’s alright, I know him. He can take me.” You giggled, and Garreth wanted you down from Maxim’s shoulder yesterday.

With a grunt, he set you down. “If you trust him. I could go for a few more rounds anyway.” He took your hand and kissed it. “Goodnight. Meet with me again tomorrow?” He went in to kiss your hand again while he waited for your answer.

“Appreciate it, mate. Goodnight.” Garreth came up behind you, gripping your shoulders and moving you along before his lips could make it to your hand again.

You waved over your shoulder lazily. “Goodnight to you too, Maxim.”

When Garreth felt you two were far enough away, he released your shoulders and walked by your side.

You let out a content sigh and looked up at the stars above as you walked.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself tonight.” Garreth grumbled.

“I sure did.”

Garreth’s jaw tensed at the thought of you having been with Maxim all night. “Couldn’t even give it a full day, huh?”

You let out an exhale, your drunkenness making it sound a little more exaggerated. You glanced over at him. He was facing ahead stiffly, hands in his pockets. “And what do you mean by that?”

He shrugged, putting on a face like he couldn’t be bothered what you did anymore. “Nothing.”

“I can’t enjoy myself if we’re not together? Is that it?”

“I didn’t say that. Enjoy yourself all you want.”

“I planned on it.”

“Good. Glad you had such a great night.” He wasn’t glad.

“I did have a great night.” You decided to get cheeky. “And I’m so happy my good friend, Garreth Weasley, was here to walk me back to the dorms. What a guy.”

He sighed your name, starting to regret he didn’t keep his mouth shut.

You hiccuped and rubbed at your eyes. You were starting to feel a little sick and groaned. “I think I had a few too many. I just didn’t want to stop. Oh, have you heard? Apparently, it’s going to be suicide walking into the arena this week. No one at Hog’s Head would shut up about it.” You mumbled. “What a way to go, huh?”

Garreth stopped in his tracks and looked at you in horror. “What… What did you just say?” He didn’t recognize who he was talking to right then. You sounded like you were accepting death. You knew this tournament was dangerous, but you’d at least always been determined to fight.

You ignored him and kept walking, humming the Hogwarts anthem and keeping your air of drunken bliss.

Garreth called your name sternly for you to stop walking and look at him.

He rarely spoke with such a tone, and it seemed to bring you back to reality a bit. Your face hardened when you glanced back at him. “Don’t even start.” You said bitterly as you kept walking.

He raised his brows, incredulous at your behavior tonight, and moved to join your side. “Sorry? Say that again. Start what exactly?”

You stopped and faced each other. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say when you abandoned me? You left me when I -” You shoved him, “- When I needed you the most.”

“I left you, did I? I could have sworn you were the one that chose a worthless fucking tournament over me but what do I know? I’m just an idiot who wanks over potions.”

An amused huff escaped you and you rubbed at your face, drunk and desperately trying not to crack up. “Dammit, Garreth.” You groaned. “Don’t make me laugh, I'm mad at you.”

He shook his head and bit back a smirk of his own. He really did need to work on his timing. The two of you were definitely having the worst fight you’ve had since knowing each other, he needed to take it seriously.

He took a deep breath and rubbed a hand down his face. “How about we not be mad at each other tonight?” He said, waving his white flag. With alcohol in both of your systems - more so yours than his but still - putting this conversation to the side for now seemed like the smartest idea. “Let’s save it for tomorrow.”

“That’s -” You lost your balance slightly and he steadied you. “That’s a good idea.”

As Garreth stepped into the dining hall the next morning, his eyes roamed the room for you. When he spotted you, it didn’t take long for your eyes to drift up and lock with his. He gestured with his chin for you to step outside and speak with him. You nodded your head, getting up and walking over.

Out of habit when he got this close to you, he gingerly grabbed a hold of your arm. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine. Head’s killing me, but I’m fine.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

He gave you a weak smile in return, not quite buying it. “To be honest, you scared me. You sounded like you’d given up last night.”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t in my right mind, and I hate that you had to be there for any of it. You shouldn’t have had to hear anything I said in that state.”

He gave your arm a gentle squeeze to help put you at ease like he usually would. But it made him remember that you weren’t together anymore, and he shouldn’t be doing things like that.

When he released you, you glanced down briefly, not even aware he had had a hold on you. Now, it seemed you two had to get used to not touching each other, that was what felt less natural.

“I meant it when I said I still want to be there for you. Whatever you need, it’s yours.” Garreth looked into your eyes, trying to convey how much he meant it.

You nodded your head, deciding to let him help. If this next challenge was as dangerous as Maxim said it was going to be, you needed all the help you could get. “I need potions. All that you can make me.”

Garreth was crumbling as he paced back and forth in front of the hospital wing. “Let me in, I need to see her. Please, you don’t understand.” His breathing was uneven, his voice cracking. The latest challenge was the most horrific thing he had ever seen.

The Beauxbatons Champion had been killed, torn to pieces by the horde of inferi you were tasked to fight. You and Maxim had barely made it through. The both of you had to be carried out of the arena, and Garreth needed to see with his own eyes that you were actually alive.

Nurse Blainey tried to steady him. “I do understand. But she’s resting, you need to leave her be for now.”

Leander had tried easing him away. “Come on, Garreth. She’s in good hands now, we can come back later.”

Garreth shoved him back. “Goddammit, get off me!” He turned back to Nurse Blainey with a fire in his eyes. “I’m not waiting for your permission any more.” He shoved past her into the hospital wing.

He scanned the room for you, walking past Maxim who was rocking back and forth while nurses tended to his wounds. He mumbled something in his native tongue to himself over and over.

Garreth froze and his stomach dropped sickeningly when he spotted your bloodied and bruised form. As the nurses tended to your wounds, his mind raced, trying to reassure himself repeatedly that he could see you breathing, you were only sleeping, you were still alive.

Leander placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go, mate.”

Garreth nodded his head rigidly and turned away from you. He apologized to Nurse Blainey and Leander guided him out.

When they returned to the Gryffindor common room, Garreth made a beeline to his dorm. Shutting the door behind him, he went and slumped down on the edge of his bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Then, all at once, the tears came. He shot a hand up to cover his eyes and his shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

Garreth returned with Leander later that night. Leander went into the hospital wing first to check if it was okay for him to see you. He didn’t think he’d be able to walk past you and just leave if he was told ‘no’.

Leander came back out with a small smile. “You can see her. But Nurse Blainey said she’s on quite a lot of painkillers. Go easy on her tonight.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry again for earlier.”

Leander waved him off and turned to leave. “See you later.”

Garreth made his way in towards your bed. He noticed Maxim was out like a rock, and was relieved for the poor man.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I did my herbology homework. I’ll need to get on that soon.” Garreth heard you say and could immediately tell how well the painkillers were working on you.

“No need to worry about it right now, dear.” Nurse Blainey chuckled as she looked over her checklist. She glanced up at Garreth as he approached. “If she wants to sleep, let her. Don’t keep her up.”

Garreth gave her a firm nod, then looked at you and noticed how out of it you really were. You were sitting up in bed and looking up at the ceiling whimsically. He was thankful you didn’t seem to be feeling all the stitched up gashes and harsh bruising on you.

Your eyes eventually landed on him and your face lit up. “There’s my boy.”

Garreth’s chest went fluttery. It had felt like ages since you had called him your anything. Merlin, I’ve missed that.

“Where have you been? I wanted to tell you I beat Leander at Summoner’s Court today. Or… wait… was that yesterday?”

Garreth let out an amused breath through his nose and went to sit in the chair at your bedside. “No, you were right. That was today.” He took your hand in his. No harm in being back with you like this for only a night, right? Especially if you were this out of it, it didn't seem like you’d remember any of it anyway. “And I believe it. Leander’s bloody terrible at Summoner’s Court. Has been since first year, the moron.”

You giggled and brought both of your hands over his, bringing it up to your lips. Garreth’s insides turned to putty. Still weak as ever for you, I see.

“How are your hands always so warm?” You looked down at his hand in wonder.

“How are yours always so cold?” The corner of his lips quirked up. He’d gladly forget everything with you tonight, go back to a better time.

You released his hand and brought yours up to examine them. “What? You think my hands are always cold? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would have… I would… Merlin, what happened to my hands?” Noticing the discoloration and stitches, you brought them closer to your face to get a better look. Garreth grabbed a hold of your hands, covering them with his. He brought them down and began stroking his thumbs over your skin.

“Next time I go to Honeydukes, what do you want me to get you?” It was the first thing he could think of to distract you and it seemed to work wonders. You shifted a bit in the bed to face him more, excited to give him your answer.

“Oh, chocolate frogs. Is that even a question?”

“You’re right.” He smiled at you. “It’s always chocolate frogs. I didn’t even need to ask.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you gave a quiet gasp. “Oh no, Gar. That reminds me. Did I ever get you your billywig stings?”

He chuckled. When and where is your brain right now? “Yes, you got them for me. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” You relaxed again. “Sorry. My head’s been all over the place today.”

As he nodded in agreement and bit back a laugh, a student came rushing into the hospital wing, getting both of your attention. You looked at the panicked student curiously, and Garreth was mindful to keep your hands covered with his.

“Nurse Blainey, Isaac Cooper fell off his broom! W - We didn’t want to move him -”

Nurse Blainey didn’t hesitate to go up to him. “Take me to him immediately.” She looked back to the both of you. “I’ll be back shortly.”

You watched her leave the wing, then you looked back to Garreth. You raised a brow at him and he raised one back at you. He eyed you as you shifted in bed again, freeing your hands from his and moving away from him, creating space. “Join me while she’s gone.”

Garreth’s throat went dry. He gave a little cough to regain his composure. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“You don’t want to?” You asked innocently as you laid on your side and looked up at him.

Still beyond weak for you. He exhaled and glanced back at the hospital wing entrance, then moved to lie in bed with you.

You grabbed his tie, fiddling with it as you lied there, face to face. He couldn’t help but feel completely at ease, as if he had gone back in time like you had. He brought his hand up and rested it on your cheek.

Your brows furrowed a bit, and you looked troubled.

“What’s going through your mind right now?” He asked, beginning to stroke your cheek with his thumb, careful to be gentle over your bruising.

“I feel like something bad’s going to happen this year, Gar. I can’t shake it.”

He shook his head. “Nothing bad’s going to happen.” He whispered.

You let go of his tie and met his gaze. “Then why do I feel so uneasy right now?”

He pulled you to him, tucking your head under his chin and you nuzzled into his chest. He stroked your hair as he held you. “N.E.W.T.s probably.”

You gave a soft hum. “Yeah… that’s got to be it. I hate tests.” He noticed your voice was starting to sound sleepy.

“I know you do.”

He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at you as he continued stroking your hair. He watched and waited until your breathing got heavier and you did those cute little snores of yours. Once he knew you were asleep, he kissed your temple, then slipped out of the bed as noiselessly as he could.

Just as he was about to leave, Nurse Blainey had made her way back with Isaac Cooper. He took one last glance at your sleeping form across the room, then left.

You didn’t know how long you had been out, but the grogginess and soreness you felt when you finally awoke was unreal. The sun was shining through the windows and you realized you were in the hospital wing. The last thing you remember was being in the arena and... You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them back up, trying to erase the image of Amelie DuPont’s mangled corpse from your head.

You looked up at the ceiling, breathing through the immense discomfort in your body. Then, something bright and blue caught your attention at the corner of your eye. You turned your head slightly to see a chocolate frog box on the bedside table.

Who would leave a perfectly good chocolate frog lying around?

It was probably the first time in TriWizard Tournament history where none of the school Champions attended The Yule Ball. Was that historically accurate? Garreth wasn’t sure. But with how dramatic Headmaster Black was acting, he’d believe it was.

It was common knowledge Maxim Mainka wanted to keep to himself ever since the last challenge. Showing up to a ball was the last thing anyone expected him to do. As for you, Garreth had no idea where you were or why you hadn’t shown up yet.

He didn’t even know what your plans were for the ball to begin with, didn’t want to ask, truth be told. Why on earth would he open up the opportunity to hear about how the woman he fumbled would be going with someone else?

He saw how many people asked you. You had turned them all down from what he’d seen. At first, he thought maybe you’d want him to take you, but every time he brought up the ball, you’d change the topic. He could take a hint.

Garreth decided to leave and look for you. He hadn’t brought a date anyway. Why did he decide to go alone to watch the love of his life walk in and dance with someone else? He didn’t know for sure, but it was probably because he felt he deserved it, treating you the way he had this year. And it was all because he couldn’t handle being with someone so inconceivable.

He couldn’t believe he had been as upset with you as he was. It’s not like you had treated him horribly or were unfaithful. You had gone behind his back to save your best friend Natty for Merlin’s sake. You hadn’t betrayed him. You were only doing what you felt was right.

He had been so afraid of losing you forever, he convinced himself you were doing him wrong whenever you threw yourself into danger. And so, he pushed you away like an idiot. He had no idea where to begin when it came to fixing what you two had, had no idea if he even could.

Garreth asked around before he left but no one seemed to know where you were. Not even Natty knew and that had genuinely shocked him. Wherever you were in this castle, you didn’t care to be found.

Hopping from floo to floo for what felt like hours, Garreth had finally found you in Professor Sharp’s classroom of all places.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the doorway and watched you at one of the potion stations. It had been a few months since the last challenge, you weren’t fully recovered but all your scrapes and bumps had healed for the most part, only a few bandages here and there remained.

He kept quiet and let himself just look at you. You were beautiful, all done up for the ball and brewing what looked like an edurus potion from what he could see. You looked like a dream, like you were made just for him.

“Don't you have a big, fancy Room of Requirement you could do this in?” He quipped.

Carefully dropping some more mongrel fur into the pot, you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Evening, Garreth.” You smiled politely, then turned back to your pot. “What are you doing here?”

Garreth’s face dropped a bit. You had greeted him like you were decent friends and nothing more. Isn’t this wonderful? After all, it was his bright idea. Garreth from a few months ago would have been thrilled to know you two could get to this point. And present day Garreth wanted to go back and kick Garreth from a few months ago’s ass. Turns out, he didn’t like being friends with you. Not one bit.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He pushed up off the door frame and took slow steps towards you.

“I ran out of mongrel fur.” You said, fixated on the brew before you. “Thankfully Professor Sharp let me take over the edurus potion he was already making.”

“I don't see Professor Sharp anywhere, just go on and admit you’re stealing it. I won’t tell.” He stepped closer.

You shot him a brief smirk over your shoulder. You were glad to have Garreth back in your life and on such good terms too, but there were times when it just hurt. Tonight seemed especially bad. You had heard through the grapevine he asked Nellie Oggspire to the ball. Putting on a good face was taking a lot more effort than normal.

You cleared your throat, thinking of a way to keep the mood light. “How’s your night been?”

Ah, small talk. Merlin, he hated this.

He rubbed a hand down his face and came up beside you, peeking into your pot. “My night’s been fine. Looks like you need a few more ashwinder eggs.” He turned and went to go grab some for you.

“I was thinking the same thing.” You furrowed your brows and bit your lip as you stirred and looked into your pot, examining it closely to see if there was anything else it needed.

He returned and handed the eggs to you, wishing he hadn’t caught your focus face. He was always a sucker for it.

“Thank you.” You said appreciatively, grabbing the eggs without looking at him and plopping them in.

“Looks like that should do it.” He mused. His eyes gradually went up from the pot to your face, then down to your dress, more specifically your body in your dress. He swallowed thickly and made himself look back at the pot. “And you? How has your night been?”

“Pretty busy, I haven’t been able to get to the ball yet. One of our kneazles is having her litter tonight. Deek was going to make sure everything went smoothly while I was away, all he asked for was an edurus potion in case she got too cranky with him. Hence -” You gestured absently to yourself and the pot.

“You would spend Christmas Eve like this.” He smirked. “I thought it was a Yule Ball tradition for the champions to attend.” He crossed his arms and leaned back against the table.

You only shrugged your shoulders in response. You made yourself keep your eyes on your brew, because if you looked his way, you’d get weak at how wonderfully he cleaned up for the ball.

Garreth… really hated this. He hated that you barely looked at him and that this was how your conversations went now. Your silences were never awkward, if there was a silence between you while you were together it was comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done. I’ll be out of here and then you can take over this station.”

He furrowed his brows. “Hmm? I don’t need to do anything. I came to see if you were in here.”

You looked at him then and he met your gaze. Don’t give me hope like that, Weasley. You averted your gaze back to your pot. “Oh, well…” You cleared your throat. “Did you… need me for something?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t need you for anything. You weren’t at the ball and I missed you, that’s the gist of it.”

You glanced his way again. You weren’t going to let yourself have any hope until he told you he forgave you. You needed to hear those exact words, you wouldn’t let yourself jump at anything less.

“Don’t you have a date to get to tonight?” Garreth tried to sound as casual as he could. He hadn’t heard anything about who you’d be going with. But whoever they were, they weren’t with you now. Maybe he could ease himself into the pain instead of getting a full on shock when he finally sees you dance with someone else.

“Would you believe no one asked me?”

“Not for a second." He scoffed. "Even if I hadn’t seen people asking you with my own eyes.”

You chuckled. “Well, no date for me. I uh - I needed to go at my own pace tonight. Didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s Yule Ball just because -” You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a humorless huff, “- just because my head’s such a goddamn mess right now.”

Garreth eyed you with concern. Then he processed even more of what you said. “You were never going with anyone?”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t go with anyone either.”

You looked at him, surprise evident on your face. “You didn’t?”

Garreth held your gaze and shook his head.

“But… I thought you were going with Nellie.”

Garreth raised a brow at you, genuinely confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Well I - I heard from a few different people you had asked her.” You quickly looked away from him, a little embarrassed your jealousy and hurt were coming through.

Garreth shook his head, wanting to reassure you more than anything it wasn’t true. “I never asked her. I never asked anyone, I promise you.”

“I mean… it’s alright if you did, Garreth. You don’t owe me anything.”

He took a moment to take in your words, and they didn’t sit right with him. “I owe you everything.”

You stilled, your heart rate picked up, and you weren’t really sure if you imagined what he had just said.

“It’s you who owes me nothing.” He stepped as close to you as he could without touching you. “But I’d like it if you called me Gar again.”

You slowly looked up at him and searched his eyes. “You’ve forgiven me?” You asked in a whisper, your throat constricting as your vision began to blur with tears.

He shook his head. “There was never anything to forgive.” He reached up and cupped your face in his hands. A few tears overflowed out of your eyes and he wiped them away with his thumbs. “Walking away from you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And that’s saying something. I’ve done some pretty stupid things.” He tried to jest, and he was elated it got you to smile. “I can be yours. Easily. If you’ll have me.”

You couldn’t speak, and Garreth held his breath while he waited for your answer. After your brain caught up with everything that was happening, you nodded your head.

Garreth released the breath he was holding and nearly collapsed with relief. He didn’t waste a second more and not so delicately placed his lips atop yours. Your hands moved up to his chest as you kissed him back, fisting the fabric of his coat. This was nowhere near your first kiss together, yet you felt brand new to each other. And you wanted to familiarize yourselves all over again.

The pot began to sizzle. With his mouth still on yours, Garreth peeked one eye open to check on it. He groaned and tore himself from you, going to stir it. Chuckling, you got the flask ready for him.

“What a team we are.” Garreth smirked as he scooped the edurus potion into the flask.

You capped it and looked up at him. “Acting like I didn’t do most of the work, are you?”

He smirked. “Tough talk for -” He looked back at you and your amused features sent his insides into a tizzy. “Tough talk for someone who…” His words drifted off and he smiled at you like a dullard.

You started to laugh and raised your eyebrows at him. “Are you having a stroke?”

“Shut up.” He bashfully looked away from you and hummed, trying to unscramble his brain. “I um - I’m trying to go along and keep the joke going, but you look -” He let out a breathy whew sound. “You look amazing right now and it’s making me nervous.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you went fluttery at his words. It was your turn to feel bashful. You shook your head and playfully shoved him. Then you went up and pecked him on the cheek. “Come on, let’s get this to Deek.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

The Room of Requirement’s door formed before you and Garreth. And he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride. It usually only let you in, but this made it twice now that the room felt he should be in there with you.

You two made your way in and he looked around, confused. “Where would the kneazles be?”

You laced your fingers through his. “This way.” You guided him through the bottom floor vivarium and he was almost getting annoyed at how insane this room was.

“Sweet Merlin, I thought this was a greenhouse or something.” He looked all over, breathing in the fresh air and smiling at all the magical beasts that ran up to sniff and examine him. “Is that a baby puffskein?”

You chuckled. “It is. Could you play with him while I get this to Deek? He’s been extra needy lately.”

“On it.” Garreth released you and knelt down, picking up the tiny creature that could easily fit in one hand. He gave the puffskein some scratches on the head. “How am I supposed to be okay with my girl being around a handsome little devil like you? You could steal her away at any given moment.” The puffskein looked up at him and tilted its head. Garreth let out a little gasp. “And you know it too, you shameless bastard.”

“Despite calling my magical beasts shameless bastards, you seem to be pretty good with them.” You said as you returned, hitching up your dress a bit, and kneeling down next to him.

“What can I say? I’ve learned a thing or two since I started paying attention in beasts class. Had to step up my game when this new girl arrived, you see. Cute thing, adored beasts.”

You smiled at him. “Funny, sounds like how I got so good at potions.”

He glanced at you and that bashfulness returned. You gave him too many butterflies for him to be able to keep his calm. To hide his jittery nerves, he kept up the head scratches on the puffskein.

A nearby baby mooncalf started to get jealous at the attention the puffskein was getting and ran up to you. You chuckled and picked her up, giving her some scratches behind her ear. You looked over at Garreth, noticing he got quiet. You nudged him with your shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

He could only glance at you briefly, if he looked at you any longer he’d be a bumbling mess. He cleared his throat. Merlin’s beard, toss out a joke or something, Weasley. “I’m thinking you better not get any ideas from us holding baby beasts.”

You scoffed, but then decided to tease him. “Uh oh. It might be too late for that.”

He slowly set down the puffskein and looked at you with raised brows. “Now now, no need to panic. Just put down the mooncalf, yeah?”

You let out a shaky breath, playing along. “A - Alright.” You set her down gently, and she ran off to go play with her moon ball.

Garreth pulled the both of you up to your feet. “Better?”

You fanned your face with your hand as if you needed to cool yourself down. “I think it’s too late. The baby fever’s consuming me. Take me, Gar. I’m ready.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He took cautious steps backwards to get some distance between you two. “As arousing as that was.”

“Give in, Weasley. It’s our last year at Hogwarts, I think we both know what’s coming next.” You warned. Garreth stepped back even further from you, thinking of an escape plan. Before he could get any further, you bolted after him.

“Get away from me!” He laughed as he ran from you, dodging and weaving through the vivarium to try and shake you.

“I’m gonna getcha!”

“No!” You two were laughing hysterically as you ran up and down the vivarium field. “What in Merlin’s name?! How are you so fast in that dress?!”

“Oh, you’re not escaping the Hogwarts Champion, darling!” You had grabbed a hold of his coat but he slipped out of it, narrowly escaping you.

“Dammit!” You laughed, dropping his coat to the ground.

He left the vivarium and you ran after him. You caught sight of him heading up the stairs. He glanced back at you briefly and realized he hadn’t lost you as much as he thought.

“Oh shit!” He laughed and picked up the pace. Without thinking he went into the beach vivarium. The sand slowed him down instantly and he kicked off his dress shoes to keep running.

As soon as you entered the beach vivarium, you kicked off your shoes as well, picking your dress up off the ground and going back after him.

He saw you coming and panicked. He looked back and forth between you and the water. He quickly decided to take off his socks and go to the shore. He saw you slow down and eye him defeatedly.

“Ha! What’s the matter? Don’t want to get your dress wet? Such a shame.” He looked at you cheekily as he bent down and rolled up his pant legs. He gave you a smug smile and walked further into the water, deep enough to submerge his calves, kicking and splashing tauntingly.

“I can’t believe you’d let me suffer like this.” You meandered up to the water, tentatively dipping your big toe in and nothing more.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept the triumphant smile on his face. “Oh don’t pout, this is for the best. We don’t really want little Garreths running around, do we?” His smile faded and his eyes widened when a thought entered his head. “Oh Merlin, little Garreths running around wielding ancient magic… What masochist would want that?”

You shook your head and tried to bite back your amused smile, lifting your dress a little higher and dipping your toe in again. Garreth went a little mad at the sight. Oh no, maybe I’m the masochist who wants that.

Sighing dramatically, your head fell back and you closed your eyes, letting the vivarium's sun warm your face.

Fuck… I really want that. In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind, he was going to get on one knee the second you two graduated from Hogwarts.

“Truce?” You asked.

Garreth could only keep staring.

When he didn’t answer, you opened one eye and peeked over at him. “No truce?”

A small smile tugged at his lips, but it wasn’t a humorous one. It was a simple one, full of love. “Just come here, why don’t you?” He walked through the water towards you and held out his hand. You took it, meeting him halfway and getting the hem of your dress wet.

Garreth couldn’t seem to hold it together anymore. He cupped your face and pulled you in for another kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. He was always amazed at how soft you were, and he wanted you beyond reason right now.

Keeping his mouth on yours, he scooped you up into his arms.

Your surprised yelp was muffled against his mouth. You pulled away and looked at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You were going to make a joke, but the way his eyes were on you kept your mouth shut.

He walked the two of you out of the vivarium and his eyes roamed the room. “Direct me to a couch or something. Anywhere for Christ’s sake.”

You pointed across the balcony and giggled. “Over there, you brute.”

He made his way over with you, leaving a trail of sand in his wake. He set you down and gently guided you to sit on the couch, kissing you all over as he did so. He then placed himself on the ground between your legs and began pushing up your dress. Locking his eyes with yours as he reached under and pulled down your underclothes.

His member throbbed against the fabric of his pants when he caught a glimpse of your core, but you shut your legs together. He looked up at you in concern. You were biting your lip and looking away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He went up onto the couch a bit and brought a hand to your cheek to get you to look at him, he pecked the corner of your mouth.

You shook your head and scoffed at yourself, shooting your hands up to cover your face. He smirked when you started snickering and he tried pulling your hands away.

You groaned like you were embarrassed. “I’m really nervous for some reason.”

Garreth chuckled with you and leaned forward to kiss at your neck. “Why are you nervous?” He asked against your skin and you could feel him smiling. “Not to brag, but I’ve seen you naked quite a few times already.”

“I know.” You sighed. “Maybe because it’s been a while or… or…” Your words drifted off as he began to suck on that spot below your ear, he hadn’t forgotten how you liked to be touched. Hopefully he could help put you at ease a little bit more.

He felt your body start to relax and he kissed down your neck. He pulled away to glance at you and you gave him a small nod. He went back to the ground on his knees before you, hitching up your dress again to reveal your heat. His breathing grew heavy and he placed your legs over his shoulders.

He brought his lips to your folds like an opened mouthed kiss, his tongue tracing along. You jolted a bit at the sensation, feeling a little extra ticklish with it having been a while since he’d last done this, but he kept you steady with a strong hold on your thighs.

He was starting to lose himself tasting you again after all this time. The wetness of your fluids and his spit mixing together had his member aching. Your breaths came out shallow as you watched him. His eyes were closed as his tongue rediscovered you, his fingernails dug into your thighs, hurting in the best way. He licked up to the top of your slit, and began sucking gently.

“A - Ah! Garreth!” You whined as your muscles suddenly tensed and twitched at the sensation. He loved hearing you cry his name like that, and he was eager to get more out of you. But a thought occurred to him, and his body stiffened.

He took his mouth off of you and quickly glanced around. “That Deek fellow’s not here right?”

“He’ll be in the vivarium all night.” You said breathily. “Now keep going.” You grabbed his head and pulled him back to you.

“Right, sorry.” He put his mouth back on you and picked up where he left off.

Your head fell back and you kept one hand on his head, fingers getting a solid grip on his locks. You had started to make the smallest of grinding motions as he kept at you, this was how he always knew you were close. He kept up his tongue patterns and could feel your hips pickup more and more. You let out another whine and gripped his hair with both of your hands then. He held onto your thighs tight when you began to convulse, riding out your pleasure on his face.

You slumped back on the couch, going a little limp, legs sliding off his shoulders. You caught your breath and he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still got it.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled as you stood to your feet and he stood with you. Your giggles were muffled when he fused his lips with yours.

You began undoing his buttons, taking off his vest then going for his shirt. You two broke from your kiss and he looked down to help you, both of your fingers shaky and hurried.

He shrugged off his shirt and went back for your lips as it fell to the ground. His hands gripped your hips, turning you so your back would be to him, keeping his mouth on yours until the last second. He then started undoing the back of your dress, planting open mouthed kisses on your shoulder and nipping your skin here and there as he did so. You could only bite your lip in anticipation as you waited for him to finish.

Once you felt the dress was loose enough, you shimmied out of it and turned to face him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and claiming his lips again. He held you flush against him, making you feel how much he needed you through his pants.

You tore your lips from his and started unbuckling his belt. He didn’t help you this time, and just watched in a carnal haze as you went for the last of his clothes. Once you had undone his belt and pants you pulled them down, going to your knees as you did so. He hissed a breath through his teeth when you took him in your mouth and his hand shot up to get a gentle hold on your head.

As your mouth moved up and down his length, his breathing picked up and his insides felt like a furnace. But he didn’t want to finish yet, he wanted to be inside you again. He let his head fall back, enjoying it just a moment longer. Getting close enough to the edge, he looked back down at you and pulled himself away from your mouth. There was a line of spit from your tongue to his tip briefly. When it broke, you wiped it from your chin and looked up at him, your features flushed. He nearly burst at the sight.

You stood to your feet and took his hands in yours, guiding him back to the couch. He followed, completely hypnotized by you. You laid back and pulled him down on top of you. He brought his mouth down on yours heartily as he positioned himself between your legs. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at the two of you about to join. He took his member in his hand and rubbed it along your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You gasped lightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. It took everything in him to keep his hip thrusts slow and not completely lose himself in you just yet.

“I missed you.” He sighed against your neck. “I missed you so much.”

You mewled softly at his words and the feel of him filling you. Wrapping your arms around him tighter, you wanted to melt into him more than you ever had before. “I love you.”

"Mmh." With a low groan, he hitched your legs up a bit higher around him, picking up the pace and grinding into you at an even better angle. "Say that again…"

"I love you." You whimpered as his hips picked up the pace, making you unable to speak as clearly as before.

"I love you." He said back. His breathing heavy in your ear as he tried to bury himself even deeper inside you with each thrust.

The noises you were making had his control start to fray at the seams. Grunts began to escape him as his hips pounded into you. He was nearing his climax again.

“Not yet not yet.” You said breathily, trying to push him back a bit. He nodded his head, a little delirious, but his mind still functioned enough to know you wanted to swap positions. The two of you adjusted so that he was the one on his back and you were on top. He caught his breath as he edged away from finishing again.

You straddled him, careful not to put him back in you yet. You leaned down and kissed him. He placed one hand on your hip while the other had a grip in your hair, holding you to him like this until he felt he was ready to go again.

“Alright.” He whispered against your lips after a moment, and you shifted back. He let out a slow exhale as you sunk yourself onto him, gripping your hips.

He was in you fully again, and your heat surrounding him as he lied back was bliss. You began to move up and down on him, resting your hands on his chest as you did so. As much as he wanted you to enjoy yourself up there for as long as your heart desired, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with this view of you bouncing on him as you were.

A throaty groan escaped him. "I’m almost there... Keep going.” He panted, furrowing his brows and looking down at your slit going up and down his length. “Fuck I’m about to -”

You withdrew from him and moved to take him in your mouth, he shot his hands to your head and held you on him as he released in your throat, grunting and spasming until there was nothing left.

You swallowed him as you sat up, then wiped at your mouth. “Still got it.”

Garreth scoffed and threw an arm over his eyes while he recovered, using his free hand to rub your thigh. “Don’t mock me, I’m too vulnerable right now.”

You adjusted so that you were laying on top of him, he held you in his arms and ran his fingers lightly along your back. He looked up at the ceiling, completely at ease as you traced little shapes on his chest. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Is the ball still going?” You asked.

“I think so.” He answered, his voice a little raspy.

“Want to go back before it ends?”

“Not particularly. Do you?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Good, I want to stay like this a bit longer.”

You nodded your head and sighed. “Me too. After everything… after that last challenge…” Garreth held you tighter, not wanting you to think about such a horrific memory. “Tonight was everything. Thank you.”

Garreth placed his lips on top of your head. Then decided he wanted to be like this with you for more than just a bit longer. “Let me grab my wand.” You nodded your head and shifted so he could get up and search his clothes. “Ah, it’s in my coat.” He picked up his pants and put them back on. “I’ll be right back.”

You sat up to move towards your dress.

“No. Stay right where you are, exactly as you are.” He picked up his shirt, slipping it back on and only doing a few of his buttons.

You smiled and laid back down on the couch as he walked off.

It didn’t take long for Garreth to find his coat. He saw the baby puffskein and baby mooncalf napping on it, and decided to just grab his wand and leave it.

Once he did, he glanced around for the moonstone he thought he saw earlier while running for his life from you. A smile tugged at his lips thinking back on it.

Turning the moonstone he found into a large, furry blanket, he made his way back to you.

“Don’t worry this blanket came from moonstone.” He said as he splayed it out over you. “No magical beasts were harmed conjuring this.”

“Thank you.” You sighed gratefully, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself.

He shot you a smile as he undid his shirt, taking it off again. As he started undoing his belt and pants, he looked at the couch and furrowed his brows. “The couch wasn’t that big before, was it?”

You stiffened and used the blanket to hide your grin.

“Did you enlarge it?”

“No.” Your voice was muffled under the blanket.

“You had your wand this whole time?”

You turned away from him on the couch.

His eyes went wide at you as he pulled down his pants. “You minx! You just let me go out in the cold like that?” He came up and slid under the blanket behind you, pulling you back against him and closing his eyes. He sighed, exhausted. “To think I could have stayed naked this whole time...”

“I tried to get it but you told me to stay where I was.” You argued, the sleepiness clear as day in your voice.

He hummed in amusement. “I did, didn’t I? I’m such an idiot.” He cackled, sleepiness also coming through in his voice.

“No, you’re sweet.”

It didn’t take long at all for you two to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Dealing with Deek stumbling upon you two and possibly telling his Aunt Matilda seemed like a morning problem.

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There's no love like our love

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x wife!Reader

Summary: When the Royal Family finally turns on the Grisha, you find yourself caught in the crossfire. Alone, of course. You're always alone, it seems.

Warnings: murder, death, canonical persecution of Grisha, violence, mentioned death of children, sexual harassment, slutshaming, mentions of sex and cheating, suicidal thoughts, self hatred

Word Count: 6.6k words

Authors' Note: I DID IT! HERE IS YOUR PART TWO FOR A LOST EMBRACE! IT ONLY TOOK 76 YEARS! BUT I GOT IT DONE BEFORE THE END OF APRIL (this is also very not edited, and I'm still not a native English speaker).

Also, funfact: I cut the ending of this, just like I did with part 1. There was a whole other ending, but that was basically just a lot of fluff. I wasn't sure if people would want that from this series/twoshot specifically so I cut it. I can't tell of cutting the ending is a good or a really bad habit.

The title is from Lights are on by Tom Rosenthal!

Part 1: A lost embrace | Masterlist

The universe is filled with light. Billions of beautiful stars, all different sizes and temperatures, burning brightly and sending their energy out into the universe to bring warmth and light.

But there is even more darkness in the universe than there are stars, filling the space between the celestial bodies. An all surrounding nothingness that acts as a playing field for all of the beautiful, weird and wonderful things hiding in the endless sky. A canvas for everything else in the universe that hugs and surrounds all.

And one day, at least according to the most popular theories, the last stars will die and the universe will be entirely engulfed in darkness.

It began with a loud burst of light, and it will die quietly in shadows.

That knowledge used to bring you comfort and a feeling of belonging. The darkness became your new home, a special, safe place right next to your husband, but there is no safety and love to be found in the darkness now.

It was predictable, honestly. You should've known the second Vasily allowed the Darkling to travel Ravka to search of the Sun Summoner with only a few First Army soldiers for protection, but you simply didn't pay attention to the signs, too caught up in your own frustration and bitterness.

He didn't realise it either, it seems, because he simply left without even saying goodbye, leaving you behind to run the Little Palace in his absence. One night you fall asleep next to him, back turned towards him to visibly reject his presence, and the next morning he is gone, his side of the bed made and all of his most important belongings gone. No letter, no announcement beforehand, nothing.

Maybe his head was simply too focused on Alina to even remember that he still had a wife.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You're still awake when they come, three nights after the General left the Little Palace.

You're laying in bed, humming an old lullaby – one of the really old ones that you learned because he sometimes sings them to you when you can't sleep – while working on fixing the embroidery on the kefta of one of the younger students.

The disappearance of the Sun Summoner has led to chaos in all of Ravka, and there hasn't been a calm moment in the palace in weeks. You are forced, just like everyone else, to work until you pass out while keeping up appearances in front of the royal family. Everything needs to be immaculate despite the fact that the whole country is in a state of emergency, so you push small detail work like this into every free second of your day in hopes of doing something good.

You're so focused on your project that you don't even hear them approach your windows from the outside.

They sneak around, quietly taking out the guards until they're sure that they won't meet too much resistance, and then, suddenly, everything is very loud.

You don't remember what happens. Just flashes of memories. Little pieces that simply aren't enough to form a full picture, as if your body simply wasn't able to take it all in. Or maybe it refuses to remember.

Glass shatters, loud and unfamiliar steps echo like thunder through the halls of what was supposed to be your home, men with bad intentions are in your bedroom, in your house, in your garden.

And your husband is nowhere to be found.

The air smells like fire, panic and fear crackling in the air like electricity and the screams of the Grisha you swore to protect as if they were your own children echo through the building and outside.

Shots are fired in the distance, you're on the floor, the barrel of a gun pressed tightly against the back of your head.

There are more screams slicing through the night. You think you hear someone yelling your name, but before you can answer, one of the men who broke into your room slams their heavy gun against your head, and darkness welcomes you into it's familiar embrace.

When you finally wake it's to the sound of a gun shot ringing through the air, and though the bars of your new cage you watch through bleary eyes how one of your fellow Grisha runs away, his bright purple kefta unfortunately doing very little to hide his movements between the trees. You can't tell who it is, not in the dark.

A second shot gets fired. You see how it hits the Durast in the head, his body falling to the ground and staying there, unmoving. Nobody goes to check if he's dead or to drag him off and bury or burn his corpse. It's just left right there, next to a large ash tree.

Someone whimpers and sobs, begs for their life, but you can't take your eyes off the corpse. The way it just lays there, like it's nothing.

You haven't seen an actual battle in centuries. The Darkling is too paranoid to let you go, convinced that his enemies will target you in a fight and take you away from him. The thought alone used to turn his eyes cold and hard like ice, his whole body shaking with anger at the idea of you being in a dangerous situation. You haven't seen death like this, so fast and seemingly insignificant, in forever.

There is no triumph visible in the body language of the soldier that shot the Durast, but no shame either. A job done, nothing more. He doesn't celebrate or pat himself on the back. He just sits back down next to the fire in the middle of the camp and takes a sip of water, like the life he just took was worth less than even the life of a rabbit.

The other guards move to check the handcuffs of the others after that incident, making sure that everything works and no one is able to use their powers. Your heart races so fast it makes you dizzy, the fog in your head thickening and threatening to drag you back into unconsciousness.

It's hard to stay focused enough to take the whole situation in, but you try anyway, tearing your gaze away from the corpse. There are nine cages, including yours, one of them now empty.

The Grisha in the cages are, just like you, handcuffed with their hands far apart. Three of them are wearing their keftas - two of them being Alkemis, and you ask yourself if the Materialki were all still down in the workshops when the raid began - but the others, including you, are wearing whatever you wore to sleep that night. All of you are dirty, and you pray silently that none of them are hurt. It's hard to see with the lack of light. The cages all stand a bit too far away from the fire to truly see much.

The men who guard you, on the other hand, all look like they dressed up for a military parade. Their First Army uniforms sparkle almost, their faces clean shaven or decorated with carefully trimmed beards. This was planned. This whole raid was planned, probably for weeks, and you didn't notice. The idea most likely came up as soon as the General returned from the Fold, and no one ever picked up on it.

It feels like a relic from a time you're supposed to have left behind, a time you didn't even experience and only heard about from the Darkling and on rare occasions his mother.

The First Army doesn't hunt Grisha anymore. The king doesn't put you into cages. They just hate you, insult you, and harass you, but they don't physically harm you anymore. Yet... here you are.

Ravka isn't supposed to be like Fjerda, like Shu Han, like Kerch. The Darkling had made sure of that, worked for this one singular goal for centuries, and dedicated his whole life to it.

The thought of him makes your heart sting painfully, and you suppress the urge to worry for him, to wonder where he is and if he's safe. You have bigger issues than him right now. He's fine. There's no room for argument. He has survived wars and centuries of persecution. This won't kill him. He's probably out there somewhere, completely safe, trying to track down his sun summoner while you rot in this cage alongside the others.

After the handcuffs are checked you watch as four of the five soldiers walk to the cages of the two Alkemi, Ivanna and Ole, and pull them out, the fifth still sitting at the fire and watching the whole situation with mild interest.

You hear one of the guards make a suggestion on how to deal with them, and your stomach turns.

In your mind, you are 12 years old, hiding behind your mothers skirt. Her hand rests on your head, trying to soothe you as you watch with the other people your village how a woman gets dragged out of the cage they kept her in. You remember her face. She works as a seamstress. She gives you pretty ribbons to tie around your wrist or into your hair whenever your mother buys something from her.

The man – was he the mayor? The village head? You don't remember what he called himself – who pulled her out of the cage pushes her to the ground, right in front of a large rock, and motions for someone hiding in the crowd to come closer.

Another man steps forward, the blacksmith, in his hands the biggest hammer you have ever seen.

The woman starts screaming now, her voice breaking under the force of her violent sobs. Her body shakes horribly, and your own shaking hands dig deeper into the material of your mothers skirt.

"Please, please, I swear it. This is a misunderstanding. I did nothing wrong. I swear it. Please, just listen to me," the woman begs while the mayor grabs the thick rope attacked to her handcuffs and pulls her arms and hands to rest on the rock.

The noise the hammer made when it slammed down on her hands haunts you for centuries, just like her screams do.

Just like the screams of the Materialki probably will if you survive this when the guards push them to the ground. The only difference is that the soldiers have no large hammers to break their hands.

You can't move, can't speak, can't do anything, completely frozen in fear while the soldiers hold them down, each of them pressing an arm down onto the cold ground. The two have no chance to defend themselves.

The man at the fire finally stands up slowly, grabbing one of the rocks lining the fire to prevent forest fires, and walks over to the six people on the ground.

You watch him do it. You have to. You failed to protect your Grisha, and the least you can do is witness the horrors they have to go through because of your own mistakes.

Because you should've known. You should've known. Of course the royal family would turn on Grisha. Of course they would send the Darkling away before they raided the Little Palace. He is the last line of defence for the Grisha in this country.

You should've noticed the signs. You should've talked to the General about it, maybe even with Baghra. You should've started to prepare to evacuate the whole Palace, organized a place to hide with food and beds and water.

But you didn't. You didn't because you were too blinded by your own stupid quarrel with the Darkling. This is your fault. Every drop of blood that was shed that night, every bit of pain and suffering that your Grisha experienced, clings to you.

It's all your fault.

When the soldiers are sure that they broke every bone in Alkemis' hands, they put the cuffs back on and throw them back into their cages.

And then they walk back to the fire in the middle of the camp and begin to eat, ignoring the sobbing of the Grisha only a few metres away from them and the corpse still peacefully resting between the bushes and trees.

You wake up the next morning with aching muscles and the knowledge that you probably won't get out of this camp alive. Because as much as you would like to pretend otherwise, these people know you. If Vasily gives the command to have you killed, these men know that you're their target. And he would. You can't even blame him for it. You're the wife of the General, just as much of a symbol for the Second Army as the Darkling. Killing you would be a message to all of Ravka.

They don't treat you much differently than they treat the others, to your surprise. You get starved like the others, glared at like the others, and dehydrated like the others.

You could almost believe that they somehow don't know who you are if it wasn't for the insults.

Every Grisha gets insulted, some more creatively than the others. Especially the two Alkemi get made fun of for their broken, swollen, and discoloured hands by the soldiers, like they aren't the reason why they look like that. Other insults directed at other Grisha in the camp, on the other hand, are overused and boring, like when they asked Lena, an Inferni, where her spark is, why her fire has disappeared.

"I thought Infernis are always so hot-headed? Come on, give us a show!" One of the older men in the camp says to her on your second day awake, and it makes your skin crawl. You wish you could claw those mens eyes out, make them bleed.

But the insults they direct at you, those are personal. They prove that they know exactly who you are despite never saying your name once.

The Darklings slut. That's what you are to them.

His favourite toy. A bedwarmer. A plaything. A whore to entertain him. A distraction from the war. A thing he can let his frustrations out on.

That's who you are in their eyes. Nothing more. Certainly nothing that deserves respect or should be feared. The fact that you and the other Grisha can't use the small science makes them braver.

The worst insults are the ones they come up with after the third day in the cage, right after the soldiers get a quick visit from one of Vasilys messengers, because their words are suddenly no longer insults. They are observations and a horrible, new truth that convince you that their earlier insults are true, working hand in hand with the thoughts and fears you had before any of this even started.

"Don't look at me like that, whore. Everybody, even us fools in the First Army, know how enamoured your husband was with the sun summoner. How many times do you think he fucked her before she ran? Probably did it right behind your back in your shared bed, you stupid thing. I bet she was the last thing he thought of before the guards that accompanied him shot him in the head."

The soldiers celebrate the news of the Darklings death like they just won the wars with Fjerda and Shu Han and tore down the Fold with their bare hands, drinking alcohol and eating freshly hunted deer meat while you and the other Grisha grieve and starve. You don't allow yourself to cry like the others, but you can feel your soul rip itself apart.

You begin to lose yourself after that.

Your sanity runs through your hands like sand, your mind desperate to escape the smell of the Durasts rotting corpse that the soldiers never bothered to remove, the insults, the screams of the other Grisha when they get pulled out of their cages (one a day, always only one a day, like they're trying to drag it out), the desperate hunger that burns in your stomach, the thirst that tears your throat apart, the death of your husband: reality in all it's horrible shapes and colours.

First, you spend a few minutes caught up in a nice memory, like a short conversation in the gardens of the Little Palace, drinking tea and leaning on his shoulder while he tells you about his day. Then the daydreams get longer and take more control over you until you spend days staring at nothing, buried so deep in your own mind that you're no longer aware of what happens around you.

A small part of you hopes that they'll kill you while you're in that state, caught up in the past. Everything is better than reality, and with every second that passes when you're fully aware of your surroundings, that reality becomes more unbearable.

You love remembering the time before Alina the most. You know that her only sin is shining a light onto the lies, destruction, and rot surrounding you, but without her light, you were able to pretend.

You are good at pretending.

The light just makes it harder, and sometimes you slip up and accidentally sink into a more recent memory, your mind racing through different thoughts so fast that you're unable to stop it.

Like how the girl whose kefta you repaired that night, little Bibi, probably ended up dying without it after working so hard to prove to everyone that she earned it. And now her corpse lays somewhere in Ravka with no one to take care of it, to lay it to rest.

The kids are easily the worst thing to remember. Every time you do, it feels like the guilt eats your heart or whatever is left of it right out of your chest, ripping and tearing on the muscle like a wolf on a bone.

How many of them got out of the Palace in time and are now hiding somewhere, probably scared and alone with no one to help them and no idea how to get to other Grisha or back to their families? How many of them are stuck in cages just like you, starving and terrified of the First Army men who are only waiting to get the command to kill them? How many of them didn't even make it out of the Little Palace and died at the hand of the soldiers during the raid?

How many children were buried and burned that night?

Your husband isn't much better to remember either. The words of the First Army soldiers burn themselves into your mind like hot coals. You don't want to think about it. You've never wanted to think about something less in your entire life, but no matter what you do, the pain of losing someone you've known for almost your whole life feels like a knife stuck in your chest.

"... guards that accompanied him shot him in the head."

It's odd, really, how all consuming grief can be even if a part of you hates the person you lost. Almost surreal.

There have always been chapters of your life subtitled with "before the Darkling". There aren't supposed to be chapters subtitled "after the Darkling", not even a single one. It's wrong. It's entirely wrong. He's supposed to be a constant. Something that doesn't move, doesn't change, doesn't leave. He was supposed to be here until the end of everything.

He wasn't supposed to leave you behind. You can't do this without him. You can't lose him. This isn't right.

It's the last piece. The last drop required to convince you that giving up might not be the worst option. If they succeeded in killing the Darkling... what can truly be done anymore? What can you do? You can't free the Grisha in your camp, not with your hands cuffed so far apart from each other that your arms regularly start cramping, and a stomach so empty that it feels like your entire body is trying to collapse in on itself to fill the void. You can't convince the soldiers to free you. You can't save the children and rebuild Ravka into a safe place once more, not alone. You can't do anything on your own. You are nothing.

So why shouldn't you die? Why not join your husbands soul, wherever it may be now? What is left for you to do here? What can you do?

Death haunts your sense of smell and vision. It haunts your mind, and it haunts all of Ravka. Why not let it carry you off? Away from the pain, the suffering, the fear and grief and rot.

There is only more to come. More horrors that linger in the unpredictable future, and no one left to fix it. You certainly can't do it, Baghra - if she still lives, that is - doesn't care enough about others to even attempt to fix anything, and the sun summoner evidently can't do it either. All she can do is shine light on the evil lingering in the dark, but she's not strong or persuasive enough to improve and change the nightmares she exposes.

The Darkling could've done it. He would fight tooth and nail, drench his hands in blood and ash to free the others. He has fought his whole life, after all. He could've done it again.

But you can't. You can't take his position in this war, as much as you wish you could. You can't even get your hands out of your stupid cuffs, no matter how hard you try.

Baghra was right in the end, it seems. You really are too weak to stay at her and her sons side as their equal. You are dust, nothing more.

Now that you're here, stuck in a cage and unable to defend yourself in any way, you ask yourself once more how she and her son could've possibly survived this long. How did they not give up? What do they have that you lack?

"When the entire world hates you and wants you dead, the best thing you can do is live."

That's what she said back then, but you simply don't understand how she found the strength to keep going. You can't find it in you, no matter how much you look. Your whole life is gone. Your friends are probably all in cages or dead. Your husband is dead. Your home is gone. There is nothing left, no reason for you to continue.

Your husband would want you to keep going, a voice in the back of your mind answers, and you can feel the sharp stinging in your chest return at the thought.

You miss him. You miss him so much that it feels like you're being torn apart from the inside. And if you're really honest with yourself, you have to admit that you have been in this state for a while.

All of that anger and jealousy was just your bodies way to avoid facing the fact that you were lonely. No wonder you immediately fell back into routine like a desperate little cat when he finally gifted you some attention after Alina fled. Your entire being was begging to get him back.

And now you will never have him again because you were both too stubborn to simply talk with each other. He will never understand how much it hurt to see him obsess over someone else, and you will never know why you suddenly weren't enough for him anymore.

You will never hear his voice again, or knit him a new scarf for winter, or wash his hair for him after an exhausting day. You will never be comforted by him when you have a headache or watch the first snow of the year cover the grass outside of the Little Palace. You will never fall asleep next to him again, his arms wrapped around you and your face pressed against his chest as his heartbeat and calm breathing lull you to sleep.

He will never hug you again or surprise you with breakfast. He will never help you choose jewelry for an event again, give you his cloak when you're cold, kiss you, laugh at your horrible jokes, or moan your name into your ear, his voice raspy with love and desire while he tries to bring you to another orgasm before his own crashes down on him.

You will never do anything with him ever again.

Turning your head slightly, you stare at the soldiers sitting at the fire, eating some form of stew. You can't smell it. The stench of the decomposing body is too strong, and you wonder how the soldiers can stomach food in this environment.

You can barely breathe on some days without gagging every few seconds. It's so horrible that it drives tears into your eyes.

They talk and laugh about some servant girl, and you silently ask yourself what fate the servants of the Little Palace met. How many of them died that night? How many fled? Did any of them try to help the Grisha that might've fled? And saints, what happened to the Oprichniki?

Slowly closing your eyes again, you pray that the wind changes direction and starts blowing the smell away while you try to think of something that gives you strength.

The first thing that comes to mind is your amplifier.

You haven't thought about that day in a while, not since Alina came to the Palace and your heart and soul drowned themselves in jealousy and hate.

But it's not right to forget something so special. You should remember.

Who else in all of Ravka got proposed to, not with a ring but with a barn owl and a knife?

He has been gone for months, looking for something in West Ravka, choosing to trave through Fjerda and around the Fold to avoid going through it, and the constant worry that he would be discovered keeps you awake on some nights. He sends a letter once a month and promises you over and over that he would be back in the spring, but you still end up surprised when one of your friends drags you out of your bed in the middle of the night and ushers you towards the Generals quarters.

And when you open the doors you find him leaning against his desk, a knife next to him on the table and a barn owl sitting quietly in a cage, large eyes looking at you curiously, but you don't even see those things. Not at first, at least.

You just see him.

"You're back!"

Quickly jumping over to him, you throw your arms around him and press your face against him, a deep laugh bubbling in his chest as he moves to embrace you tightly.

"Careful, my love," he murmurs, his hands finding the back of your neck and pressing you closer to him.

You stay like that for a while, holding each other tightly while he whispers soft words into your ear.

"I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much, little love. I hope you weren't too lonely without me," he coos, pressing a long kiss onto your head.

You're about to answer him when the bird finally makes himself known. Turning your head quickly you look at it, and the owl turns it's head to the side as if it's trying to do assess you carefully as well, it's dark eyes looking you over a few times. You feel a bit self-conscious in your night dress, but instead of shying away, you decide to let it look.

"Is that what you were looking for in West Ravka?" you ask, gazing back up at him.

"I did a lot of research over the past year, and I think this amplifier would be strong enough," he explains, his voice as soft as a feather.

"Strong enough?"

"To keep you with me. I didn't believe it at first either, but this little bird could give you forever. Time would no longer be able to take you from me. I could keep you for eternity."

Tears well up in your eyes, your hands moving to hold onto the front of his kefta as he reaches over to the knife and holds it out to you.

"You don't have to do it right now. You can get to know the owl and see if it feels right. Think about it for a while. It's a big commitment, after all." His empty hand moves up to cup your face, and the tenderness in his gaze makes your heart race. "If you chose the amplifier, I will stay with you. I will be at your side until the end of everything, I promise it. I will take care of you when you're hurt, hold you when you're sad, and laugh with you when you're happy. I will fight at your side, protect you with my life, and take care of you until I die."

Biting your lip weakly, you look up into his eyes, somehow darker than the night sky. "And if I don't choose to take the amplifier?"

"Then I'll still do all of those things. I will just have less time by your side, but I will cherish that time just as much, sweet girl."

You don't know when it happens because you start to loose track of time after the first week is over, but at some point in a random night one of the soldiers goes into the forest to get fresh water from a nearby river and doesn't return.

You're not conscious enough to notice it, and the soldiers are too caught up in their preparations for tonight's entertainment.

You don't even notice how they move through the camp, their eyes looking at each and every grisha they have, and judging who would be able to provide the most fun tonight. You just wish you were lying on the floor.

If you laid down, you could pretend that the heaviness on your chest is your husbands weight and not a heavy mountain of grief that tries to drag you down into the heart of the world.

He liked to do that. Lay on top of you to make sure that every single centimetre of you touched him in some way. You used to jokingly complain about it, but he never stopped. Every time he knew you needed comfort he would lay down on top of you, his heavy, strong body pressing you deep into the mattress while he talked, either asking questions about your day and whatever might be bothering you, or telling you about his, always carefully pressing small kisses onto your face and neck.

He must've known that his weight comforted you, made you feel safe. You've never wanted to be crushed into a mattress by him so badly in your whole life.

You don't hear it when they discuss if you're weak enough now to remove you from the cuffs. You don't even hear it when they open your cage, the old metal screeching loudly.

You don't realize that anything is wrong until one of the soldiers unlocks the cuffs and your body falls to the floor like a wet sack of flour. A loud groan leaves your mouth, your voice rough from lack of use.

The soldier grabs your ankles and drags you out of the cage, your upper body dragging over the floor. After being hung up for so long, you realise very quickly that you can't move your arms at all. The muscles start twitching as soon as you even attempt to bring them together, and a horrible, sharp tingling sensation makes itself noticeable. You bite your teeth together to stop yourself from screaming out.

A wave of panic crashes over you as soon as you fully understand what's going on, trying to kick the man dragging you closer to the fire, but none of your movements seem to really bother him.

As soon as you're close enough to the fire, someone flips you onto your stomach and buries their hand in your hair to pull your head up. Your back bends horribly, and you hiss out in pain as your eyes find those of the soldier who broke the Alkemis hands with a rock.

He doesn't say anything. He just looks at you, eyes taking in every flinch and twitch in your face.

You stay like this for a few seconds staring at each other, when he suddenly spits directly into your face, a wide grin splitting his face into two a few seconds later before he slaps you. Your head drops to the ground quickly.

"Let's get started. Markus can join us later when he's done," someone says. Three seconds later, before you have time to register what he means, you have a small knife in your back.

A blood curdling scream leaves your throat and tears well up in your eyes. You want to beg, to humiliate yourself even further and kiss their shoes in hopes of escaping this, but the last shred of pride left in you won't let you.

One of the soldiers steps onto one of your hands, twisting his shoe a bit in the process to make it hurt more. Someone else grabs your other arm and twists it behind your back until you scream out once more. This time, you scream your husbands name, unable to stop yourself in time. It's a broken, pathetic sound that echoes through the trees like a gunshot.

You know he won't come, but something about saying his name again feels almost cathartic, so you continue to scream it out with your full heart and soul. With every hit, every kick, and every stab wound, you scream the real name of the black heretic out into the endless night and beg death to bring you to him.

When the first gunshots get fired into the forest, you mistakenly assume that they're shooting at you and tightly close your eyes. Your heartbeat rushes loudly in your ears, and your mind replays the events of the first day when the Durast got shot. You can't even stand up and run. Your whole body is consumed by pain.

This is it, you think. Loud screams pierce through the air, gruelling, blood curling screams that scare you half to death.

Your mind races, trying to quickly find a last memory to remember before a bullet pierces your chest or head and kills you, something sweet and soft and perfect, like your wedding night, or your first kiss, or your-.

A loud scream rips itself out of your throat when a bullet hits you right into your leg. The man who shot it is dead seconds later, torn to shreds by darkness itself, but you don't see it, your eyes still rightly closed as you wait for the next bullet to hit you.

It never comes.

Instead someone yells your name, and you think it sounds familiar.

"Ivan!" the man screams, and a second later, someone carefully turns you onto your back and falls to their knees next to you, pulling your head up into their lap, their large hands cupping your face.

You don't want to die. You're not ready.

"My love, my love, it's me. Can you hear me?," he speaks. Fabric ruffles and something wide is dropped over your shaking, weak form, and your whole body feels warm for the first time in days. A familiar scent enters your lungs, somehow overpowering the stench of rotting corpse and fresh blood.

"Sasha?" Squinting your eyes, you look up, trying to focus on the blurry face hovering above yours. He's easy to recognize. The ink black lines over his face are unique to him, almost out of place in this world, just like him. You want to reach up and touch him, but you can't. Your muscles won't cooperate.

"I'm here, my little love. I'm right here. I found you. And I'm so proud of you. So, so proud of you. And I'm sorry," Aleksander answers. His eyes sparkle like stars, tears rolling down his face and dripping onto yours like raindrops. In the back of your mind, you realize that you've never seen him cry in front of people like this before. Only ever in private. Now his voice is almost breaking, his sobs so loud it drowns out the noise of your own hammering heartbeat. It must be a dream. He would never allow himself to show weakness like this.

Ivan appears next to him like a ghost, his hands covered in blood as he carefully lifts the thick black cloak Aleksander covered you with from your legs to look at the injuries there.

"Sasha," you rasp out again. You want him to hold you so badly, but you can barely speak. All you want is to be held by your husband.

"Right here. I'm so sorry, sweet girl. So sorry. I promised I would protect you, and I failed. I'm so sorry, I will never make that mistake again, I swear. I'll never take you for granted again. I'm so sorry for being late."

You want to respond, to calm him down, but he doesn't give you a chance to talk. He just continues with his panicked, slightly hysterical rambling, his whole body shaking under the force of his sobs.

"I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you're safe, and I will never leave your side again. No one will ever hurt you again."

His thumb strokes your cheek gently, and the love in his gaze almost feels like a punch in the gut. He looks absolutely in love and absolutely devastated as well. "I thought I lost you. I kept looking for you in every camp I found, but you were never there, and none of the soldiers would tell me where you are. I was so sure they killed you. I was so scared. I thought-"

Aleksanders voice shatters like glass, his body almost curling in on itself as he presses his forehead against yours. You recognize the breathing pattern he uses, an old trick he taught you a few years ago when you were still new to your position as the Darklings wife. He's trying to stop a panic attack from taking over.

"I'm so proud of you. You're so strong and brave, my darling girl. My lovely wife. I love you so much. You're so good, so good for me. I don't know what I would do without you. What I would do if they... I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry."

He sounds broken, you notice. You've never heard him like this in your entire life. Tears flood your eyes, and you take a deep breath, more of his familiar scent entering your lungs. Rosemary and ash, with a hint of something sweet.

"I'm never going away again, I promise. I will never leave you again, sweet girl. Never again. You will never be able to get rid of me. I will bind myself to you, body and soul, until the end of everything, I swear it."

You're starting to get dizzy. Everything is so overwhelming.

"Am I dead?" You hear yourself asking, your vision dimming slowly, and you're sure you will be dragged back into unconsciousness by your body soon. Aleksander laughs, and it's oddly light and relieved, considering the context.

"No. No, you're alive. You survived. We both survived."

You smile.

Part 3: So I stayed in the darkness with you

Taglist: @savagejane1 @deadunicorn159

#aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #darkling x reader

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starcourtcass · 1 year

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god stood me up | eddie x hopper!reader

summary: you and your friends just defeated the mind flayer but your dad didn't make it. you know exactly where to run. to eddie.

wc: 1643

note: i said no more fics from me but here i am, delivering you an angsty blurb. it's written in first perspective i think. title is from "lights are on" by tom rosenthal. i think it's also non gendered? i might have missed something, but yeah so read as you, no matter pronouns :)

Meeting Joyce’s eyes, El and I knew. He didn’t make it. I stand there, frozen. El turns and hugs me, sobbing into my neck as I softly place my hands on the back of her head and back. I can’t believe it. I look down at the ground, my mind spiraling. He’s gone.

Suddenly I let go of El and got out of her embrace. I run. I ran away from the burning mall, my friends, and what's left of my family. My legs don’t stop until I’m met with a sign. Forest Hills Trailer Park. My entire body is aching, my legs are weak. I’m pretty sure I’m still nauseous from the drugs. My head is pounding and feeling like it’s gonna explode from the punches I took down in the Russian bunkers and the lack of oxygen. But I just need one person right now.

I knock on the door and look around the dark trailer park panting into the summer night. I don’t see anyone else and there’s only a van by the trailer, as far as I can see. My vision starts to blur by the oncoming tears. It’s like my body can feel him closeby, feel the safety he provides. Signaling that I can stop. I can calm down and understand what actually happened in the last 24 hours. My head quickly turns at the sound of the creaky trailer door opening. My wet tearfilled eyes look up into his chocolate brown doe eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on baby?” Eddie says, his arms opening up for me. I immediately threw my body against his, finally letting out a heart wrenching cry. He wraps his arms around me and closes the door as we slide slowly down to the floor. I grip him tight as if he would disappear if I didn’t. My sobs continue in rapid succession as he holds me. Tears, snot and saliva staining his chest.

Eddie didn’t question me as he sat with me. His heart breaking knowing that something truly bad happened for me to be like this. His soft lips pressed on top of my head as a sign that he is here. I’m not alone, he’s here.

My sobs slowly quiets until I’m softly sniffling here and there. My breathing is uneven. My lungs and throat aching and feeling hoarse after the heart wrenching sobs that just left my body. My body aching, bruises forming all over.

“Wanna go to my room?” he asks softly, his face trying to get a look at mine. With my face still buried in his chest, I nod at his question not meeting his eyes.

Eddie picks me up, my legs automatically around his torso as he walks me to his bed. My grip is still tight on his clothing not wanting to lose my only safety left on this earth. Who knows? Maybe he will leave too. He gently puts me down on his messy unmade bed. He lays down next to me, pulling me close to his chest. He rubs his hand on my back slowly as he strains himself to not cry.

My screaming was like I was in pain but he knows it can’t be because of the multiple bruises that are littered across my exposed skin. Which is something he will ask about later. Something bad happened and he intends to hold me until I’m ready to tell him about it.

It takes me almost half an hour to even start to calm down. When I finally stop crying I lay still, eyes closed, face buried in the crook of his neck. Eddie hears and feels how my breaths become heavier and understands immediately that I fell asleep. He doesn’t blame me, he would also be tired after all that crying. He lets me sleep and lies with me, wondering what hurt me and what the fuck actually happened during my latest shift.

I don’t wake up until well into the next day. I lift my head and look around the room. I get confused on why I’m at Eddie’s until it all hits me. The elevator, the interrogation, the drugs, the mindflayer and… dad. I turn my head up to look at Eddie. His arms are still around me, eyes closed sleeping. I smile weakly at him. He’s probably so confused and worried.

“Eddie..Eds..” I softly croak out. I poke his cheeks softly a few times until he scrunches his nose. He opens his eyes which meet mine.

“Morning, baby. Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice riddled with sleep. He quickly clears his throat before continuing before I can answer. “That’s a dumb question, of course you aren’t, how are you feeling now?”

“Uhh..better? And yeah, not okay… Not at all actually” I chuckle looking down at his chest. My fingers move nervously across his chest tracing his tattoos to ground myself, not letting my mind wander back to the events of yesterday.

“You wanna tell me about what led you to give me a near heart attack in the middle of the night?” he lightly teases, his hands start to rub my back. Soothing me and also showing that he is here.

I nod softly and clear my throat. I move away from him, sitting up with my legs crossed. He sits slightly up, leaning on his elbows and looks at me attentively. I look down at my hands fiddling with the covers now before beginning to explain everything. Everything from Will’s disappearance to the mall fight.

“And uhm..m-my dad.” My throat starts constricting again. I feel like saying it out loud just confirms it. Eddie looks at me, sadness and sympathy filled in his eyes, me not finishing my sentence made him understand.

“H-He didn’t make it out.” I bite my bottom lip finally looking up at Eddie. My eyes get blurry with tears again. Eddie wraps his arms around me instantly, pulling me close to him. My tears fall but no sounds come out. It’s like I screamed so much yesterday that I have nothing left.

Eddie is in pure shock because interdimensional creatures and the Upside Down was certainly not what he expected. His mind is once again racing, asking himself multiple questions. Questions even I probably thought about in the beginning. He can’t help but focus on me though. My dad, Hopper, Chief of Police. He’s dead.

“Everyone says that God is good. He wants peace on earth or whatever. So why the fuck did he take my dad?” I wonder out loud, my voice monotone. “God stood me up and I don’t understand why. My dad was supposed to make it. He just had to turn a fucking key.” I stare out into nothingness. Feeling myself become more numb as every minute passes.

We stay in that position until he eventually helps me into the shower. He helps me wash away the dried blood and cleans my wounds before putting me in his clothes. He advises me to go back to bed whilst he calls Joyce to let her know where I am. I lay down under the covers and look back into nothingness.

He comes back after a few minutes with a cup of coffee. I barely react that he even entered the room until he softly says my name. I look at him noticing the cup before sitting up grabbing it slowly. I take a sip before placing it on his bedside table. My eyes catch sight of the ashtray, my mind immediately finds a perfect terrible idea. My head turns quickly to him.

“Eds?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can I uhm..ask for my usual please?”

He sighs and looks at me. My eyes show nothing, empty of emotions just like I feel. He really shouldn’t. I’m currently in distress and the weed could make it worse. He ends up making a deal that if we two share and I stay the night again it’s okay. I agree, not like you have anywhere to go anyways.

The joint that was perfectly rolled is now just a pile of ashes in the little tray. The coffee is practically cold and my eyes are locked on Eddie. Being high always made me think of Eddie but being with him just makes me stare at him.

I’ve loved him for a long time. He always knows how to cheer me up, has amazing hair, amazing style. His music is godly good. He makes me feel safe no matter what. I mean the first thing I did was run to him. Which was pure instinct. I didn’t wanna see or be with anyone else but Eddie.

“Eddie… I love you.” I whisper looking at him. He looks at me softly, a smile spreading widely on his face. I smile back before placing both of my hands on his cheeks. I look him in the eyes, flicking down to his lips before back up at his eyes. I sigh softly, at ease with the right kind of drugs before leaning in. I kiss him softly and feel how he relaxes too as our soft lips touch.

He places his hands on my waist pulling me closer. I swing my leg over his lap, straddling him. My arms wrapped around him, kissing him passionately, filled with love for him. I pull slowly away and look into his eyes. Eddie smiles back at me.

“I love you, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

My lips move almost to a smile that turns into a giggle as he kisses me again. I forget reality as soon as his lips touch mine. I asked for weed to forget and be calm but I forgot that all I needed was him. As cliché as it sounds, he is my drug and there ain’t no love like our love.'

i honestly don't care about likes at all, since yk, it doesn't do shit but idgaf more, read, don't idc just wanna post it. but uhh here's to my mutuals who are still going strong<3 @oneforthemunny @resident-gay-bitch @corrodedcorpses @bimbobaggins69

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson angst #hopper!reader #my work #i made this :)

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angelaofwhite800 · 1 year

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Supernatural x sister!reader (Bring It) Chapter 2 - Dad's gone

Fluff + Angst

word count: 1,326

2005

Park city, Utah

Songs: "Lights are on" -Tom Rosenthal

"It's Ok" -Tom Rosenthal

"These boots are made for walking" -Nancy Sinatra

"War of hearts" -Ruelle

It's been 2 weeks and 5 days since John left. 19 days. 456 hours. 27,360 minutes. 1,641,600 seconds since Y/n or Dean had seen or heard from their dad. John wasn't ever the best or most present father in the world, and it wasn't unlike him to disappear. It was also not unlike him to not call or leave a message for them. But never for this long. He never goes this long disappearing without warning without a trace and without communication. Something was off, and Dean and Chrissy were worried. As if the feeling that something was wrong wasn't enough, the only semblance of communication they did have from their father was a voicemail that he had left them only minutes earlier. Y/n was sat on the end of her bed in the motel room that her and Dean had been staying in. Dean was pacing back and forth in front of her, frustration writen on his face, and he mumbled to himself trying to make sense of the message he had gotten and what to do. Y/n was holding Dean's sat phone playing the voice mail over and over trying to figure out what John was trying to tell them. The voice message said

"Dean, Y/n. Something big is starting to happen, I think its serious. I need to try and find out what's going on. it may be ******. Be very careful guys. We're all in danger." The message was very distored and kept cutting in and out. there was clearly ebp on it, Dean let Y/n figure out was saying "I can never go home". Y/n played the message again two more times before Dean snatched the phone from her and snapped

"Would you give it a rest! You're driving my nuts" He said before letting out a frustrated sign and sitting on the bed next to Y/n and holding his head in his hands. Y/n stood up and went over to her backpack, rumaging through her notebook for the 100th time in the oast few days to see if there was anything that she could find in there, some secret note he might have left her. as she flipped through the pages Dean sighed and asked her "What are you doing?"

"Looking for clues." She simply replied not really paying attention to her brother. Dean rolled his eyes and stood up. he walked over to Y/n and snatched the book from her "Hey!" She exclaimed

"There is nothing in here. You need to move on" He said annoyed before tossing the notebook on the bed across the room. "Look, we know where he went we just don't know why he isn't back yet." He said, sitting down on his bed and laying down. Y/n stood up and went to her bed, mimicking Dean and laying down, staring at the ceiling

"So why don't we just go get him?" Y/n questioned. Dean turned his head over to look at her. She turned her head and mad eye contact with him

"Because ankle biter, he said something serious is happening. He sounded really worried, and I don't want to walk into something like that with no backup" He stated before standing up and walking to the mini fridge, pulling out a beer and popping it open. y/n looked at him offended before stating that

"I'm back up!" She stood up and put her arms out gesturing to herself. Dean chuckled and shook his head at the insinuation that his baby sister was anything but that

"No, you are a liability. I'd rather go it alone then go with just you and have to babysit" The made Y/n look at him even more offended

"I am not! And when have you ever had to 'Babysit' Me?" Y/n threw up air quotes around the word babysit, to which Dean looked at her with raised eyebrows and a tilted head

"Try everyday of ur life, runt" He said mater-of-factly before taking a sip of his beer. Y/n rolled her eyes at him and turned to walk away but Dean continued " If not, then how about the past three weeks that dad's been MIA?" Y/n turned back to look at him "Look Y/n, I know you like to think ur though, and sure, you could kick most guys your age's asses. But ur just a kid, and I don't want you to get hurt" He lectured her. Y/n scoffed at him, tired of being treated like a kid

"Oh yea? What about that spirit back in Langley? Or the poltergeist in Mankato? I handled myself just fine then" She said putting her hands on her hips. Dean took another sip of his beer before putting it down on the table next to him. He stood and put his arms out slightly

"Okay, come get me then" Y/n looked at him confused "Take me down and you and I will go get dad on our own. Deal?" He challenged her. She perked up before lowering her stance ready to charge at her older brother. a small smirk of confidence spread across her lips and she asked

"And IF I can't?" She said, emphasizing the IF so Dean knew how confidant she was in herself. And smirk spread across Dean's lips and he said

"WHEN you lose... we go get Sam" This caught Y/n's attention. She looked shocked. this gave her more incentive not to lose. Sam and Y/n weren't on the best of terms at the moment. at least, not in Y/n's mind. Dean snapped her out of thinking about it too much by counting down "3... 2..." Y/n got ready again "1!" Y/n took off in a sprint across the motel room grabbing Dean by his left shoulder using her left arm, preparing to set to the side and dead leg him before putting him into a choke hold, but before she was even able to take her sidestep Dean had reached under her arm and pulling her in front of him, forcing her onto the ground face first, pinning her arms behind her back. The fight was over almost before it began. Y/n was frustrated but Dean got up and helped her up

"Please Dean, anything but that. Let's go again, I won't lose this time!" She pleaded with him, but he wasn't listening, he simply started to pack his things up, getting ready to hit the road to go get Sam. "We can call Dad's hunter friends! and I'll stay here out of your way!" She continues to try and negotiate but Dean continues to pack and ignore her

"Look Y/n, Dad said it was serious, so you're just going to have to put you're petty feelings aside for now and work together so we can-" Y/n cut him off

"They aren't petty!" She shouted, getting Dean's attention, finally he turned to look at her. She was visibly angry, tears starting to build in her eyes from all the emotions she was feeling. Hurt, sad, angry, scared "He abandoned us. Because being "normal" was more important then being family. He left us... he left me..." Y/n started to cry a little, but wiped the tears away like she always did, doing her best to hold them in. Dean sighed and walked to Y/n putting his hands on his shoulders

"I know you're hurt. I know you're angry. But this is important. Besides" He continues while going and packing Y/n's things "Maybe when you see him you'll finally get the chance to rip into him for leaving us" He tried to cheer her up, and tossed her backpack with her things in it to her. "Now come on, we've gotta get going" Y/n smiled a little at the thought of finally being able to give her brother a piece of her mind. She and Dean finished getting their things together and headed off to get Sam from Stanford

To Be Continued...

#supernatural #dean winchester #supernatural fandom #sam and dean #spnfandom #sam winchester #spn #supernaturalxreader #supernaturalxsisterreader

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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Light The Way Special Edition Series Masterlist

Summery: Light The Way is a special edition series in which nine fics will be made each one based off of one of the following songs while they will not be songfics the pieces will be based off of the story the song tells and the mood of the song. As such this will most likely result in more angsty fics so readers discretion is advised however as usual there still will be warnings on each fic this is just a forewarning. (Also if on the TBD ones if you can think of a character that could match it then feel free to send me it! I cannot guarantee that I will use them but it would help my indecisiveness a lot.)

Cleopatra-The Lumineers

Lilia x Male! Reader(Coming Soon)

Ophelia-The Lumineers

Mikey Sano x Male! Reader(Coming Soon)

Sleep on the Floor-The Lumineers

TBD...

Charlie Boy-The Lumineers

TBD...

Lights are On-Tom Rosenthal

Din Djarin x Gn! Reader(Coming Soon)

The Night We Met-Lord Huron

V x Male! Reader(Coming Soon)

Almost (Sweet Music)-Hozier

Levi x Male! Reader

Me and the Devil-Soap&Skin

Kaz Brekker x Gn! Reader(Coming Soon)

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots

Viktor x Male! Reader(Coming Soon)

#x male reader #x gn reader #male reader #gn reader #male reader insert #gn reader insert #LiliumsAbyss<3

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓! 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 : 𝒇𝒆𝒃. 24 - 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 18.

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🪐 -> saturn! friends to lovers trope, roommates to lovers trope. send me up to four people - not including reader - and specify reader pronouns please! ( ex.: college!au marauders x female reader. r's bf breaks up with her so the boys comfort her )

🌕 -> full moon! angst. send me an angsty song or quote along with a character! ( ex.: lights are on by tom rosenthal, bucky barnes x male reader )

☄ -> comet! 100-120 word angsty blurb. send a character, song/quote, and reader pronouns.

🌑 -> new moon! platonic relationships! send fluff platonic asks with up to three characters.

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👽 -> lovers to strangers/lovers to enemies! harry potter/marvel requests only. ( ex.: regulus black x female reader. regulus breaks up with reader to keep her from being killed by the dark lord )

🌌 -> milky way! royal!au. send in a character from any fandom i write for with a plot idea.

⭐ -> star! ships. send your sexuality, gender, and a description of yourself and what fandoms you're in. ( as long as i'm in said fandom lol ) ill ship you with 1 or 2 characters!

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#jules's celebrations 🥳#jules's 800 follower celebration #x reader #fluff #x female reader #angst #male reader #celebration

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that1fanficwriter · 3 years

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A Night of Chaos

This lovely idea was requested by @bisexualbumblebeeblogs thank you! As always my asks are open to anyone! Feel free to drop by with a request, a question, or just to chat!

Pairing: Jonny Goodman x reader

AN: this isn’t based off of a singular episode I just put together some of my favorite antics to create absolute chaos. Also, I am currently on mobile so I am not able to add a keep reading even though it is very long.

As you stomped up the driveway to the Goodman’s house in the pouring rain you noticed an additional car terribly parked on the front stoop. Instead of trying to get to the front door you decided to just trudge around the side entrance to the kitchen. Before you could get to the door you noticed a man standing in the shadows that looked suspiciously like “the father: Martin Goodman.”

“Uncle Martin, what are you doing out here?” You called out to him.

“Ah hello my dear, there was a perfectly good loaf of bread that Jackie threw away. It only had a few moldy bits on it but she wouldn’t let me eat it in the house because we have company.” He explained.

“I see. Well, if you’re finished with your “perfectly good” moldy bread I can let you in.” You suggest.

“That would be lovely Y/N thank you. How has your relationship been doing with your male?” He inquires as you unlock the door.

“Ugh, god, not this again.” You groan, as you step inside. “Hi Aunty Jack!” You call out, as you blatantly disregard Martin’s previous question.

“Hi love! What a lovely surprise! What brings you around in this weather?”

“Mum is fighting with Larry for the third time this evening. I can’t take much more of it.”

“Well why don’t we get you out of your wet jacket and I’ll get you a cuppa. How does that sound?”

“That would be lovely Aunty Jack, thank you.”

“Of course love. Jonny and Adam are in the living room if you want to join them; please make sure they behave themselves.” She says before turning to Martin trying to sneak out of the kitchen, “MARTIN! Stop wearing your little miss muffet boots in the house! It’ll ruin my clean carpet!”

You quickly take your own wet shoes off and drop them by the front door before making your way to the living room.

“Ah hello puss face!” You say while sitting on Adam “and Jonny, the one I hate the least! How are you lads doing this fine and gloomy evening?” You ask, moving to sit between the two brothers with a cheery smile on your face.

“Come on Y/N, you know you love me.” Jonny says while trying to squeeze every last breath out of you.

“Yeah, I guess I do love you quite a bit JonJon.” You tease.

“How have Mum and Dad not figured out you two idiots are together yet?” Adams asks, flabbergasted.

“We’ll your dad is about as observant as a brick.” You state.

“Yeah, and we just avoid Mum all together.” Jonny adds.

“Oh Y/N dear, I didn’t know you were popping round.” Nellie says as she enters the living room.

“Grandma Nellie! I didn’t know you were here either! It is so good to see you again.” You say as you get up to give her a hug. “Who else is here?” You ask everyone, “I’m guessing you’re not the company Uncle Martin was referring to when he told me Aunty Jack made him eat his moldy bread out in the rain.”

“That would be Lou!” Nellie informs you.

“He’s her “lover”.” Jonny tells you with disgust.

Just then a short man, very formally dressed, walks into the living room. You make the educated and accurate guess that the angry looking man before you is Grandma Nellie’s Lou.

“Who are you?” He asks you.

You barely have time to tell him your name before he’s asking more questions.

“Why are you here? Are you dating the gerbil or the bean stalk?” He barks at you.

“My mum Val and I are close friends with the Goodmans and we live just down the street. My mum was fighting with her boyfriend again and so I decided to come over here instead of hearing that racket.” You explain.

“Alright, and are you dating little or large?” He asks you again.

You try incredibly hard not to laugh at the ridiculous names Lou is calling Adam and Jonny but one rogue chortle makes its way past your lips.

“What’s so funny?” Lou glares.

“I’m sorry, it’s just the nicknames you’ve given Adam and Jonny are hilarious!” You laugh.

“You filthy punk rockers are ridiculous!” Lou tells all three of you before sitting back down by Nellie.

“Is everything all right in here?” Jackie asks as she pops her head into the living room.

“We’re fine Mum.” Jonny says.

“Yeah, Y/N is just having a laugh at the terrible names Mr. Morris has been calling Jonny and I.” Adam adds.

“Alright, we’ll, dinner is almost done so if you all would like to come through to the dining room?” Jackie suggests. As everyone is moving to the dining room the doorbell rings. “Y/N, would you please check who’s at the door?” Jackie asks you.

“Of course Aunty Jack!” You call out to her. “I’ll be right back; save me a seat.” You whisper to Jonny before heading to the door.

“Hello Jackie?”

“Hi Jim.” You say, trying to stay pleasant.

“You’re not Jackie?” He asks.

“No, I’m not. I live just down the road.” You answer.

“Ah, I see. And you’re friends with…”

“Jonny.” You begin to say.

“Jonny, the short”

You cut him off; “the taller one.”

“Yes, the taller one.”

“What do you need Jim?”

“I wanted to return some fish Jackie so graciously let me borrow a few weeks ago.”

“Ok; well why don’t I just go fetch her real quick. Just wait here Jim.” You rush back to the kitchen to ask Jackie to deal with Jim. ��Aunty Jack, Jim’s here to see you. See said he wanted to return some fish he borrowed a few weeks ago?”

“Of course he has to return week old fish right now.” Jackie complains “Why don’t you go ahead through to the dining room and I’ll bring everything in in a few minutes.” She tells you.

Once you walk into the dining room, you move to sit down at the corner beside Jonny before you notice Nellie and Lou eating each other’s faces right at the table.

“What is happening? And why is it happening at the table?” You exclaim.

“Grandma and Mr. Morris are snogging; again.” Adam groans in disbelief.

“Why does this happen every time? Just make it stop. I’d rather gouge my eyes out than watch this again.” Jonny complains.

But before anyone else can continue to complain the door bell rings again.

“I’m going to go check on that.” Jonny says, jumping out of his seat.

“I’m coming with you! I can’t stand to be in this room any longer.” You say.

“Me too!” Adam jumps out of his seat.

You all rush out of the dining room eager to get away from the Nellie and Mr. Morris. The three of you scurry down the hall and as Jonny opens the door to your mother sobbing on the stoop.

“Larry broke up with me!” She wales.

“Again? Mum, you can’t keep doing this.” You say, utterly disappointed.

“I know. Where’s Jackie?”

“She’s talking with Jim in the kitchen.” Adam says.

Everyone makes their way to the kitchen following behind a sobbing Val.

“Hi Jackie.” Val says, still crying.

“Another Jackie?” Jim asks perplexed.

“No Jim, that’s just my friend Val. You’ve met before.” She tells Jim. “I don’t think now is really a good time to continue this so why don’t you head home?”

“Oh Val what’s happened? Is everything alright.” Jackie asks Val.

“Nothing new happened,” you tell everyone, “Larry just broke up with her again.”

“Oh Val, I’m so sorry!” Jackie exclaims, embracing Val, “That’s just horrible. I can’t believe he broke up with you again!”

“Oh my god, let’s just go sit in the living room.” You suggest to the boys.

“Good idea, I can’t take much more of this crying.” Adam says.

Once you make your way to the living room you all are about to sit down when Martin bursts in from the garage, covered in something strange and without a shirt (surprise surprise).

“Dad, what happened?” Jonny asks in disbelief.

“Ah hello bambinos. Now don’t tell your mother but I accidentally threw away some of my old things that I told her I’d get rid of.”

“So then why are you covered in that?” You inquire.

“Ah well, I didn’t mean to throw everything out so then I had to go into the bin to get everything out.”

“Yes, that makes total sense.” Adam announces to the room.

“Well, I’d better head back to the garage, I need to finish taking everything to the shed.” Martin says.

“We are never going to be fed are we!” Adam says.

“The three of us could just go for a chinese and not tell anyone?” Jonny suggests.

“That sounds like a great idea. I’ll drive.” You say “Grab all your stuff and let’s get out of here before someone sees us.”

#friday night dinner x reader #friday night dinner #jonny goodman x reader #Jonny Goodman #x reader imagine #x reader one shot #reader fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #oneshot #one shot #imagine #Friday night dinner imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #tom rosenthal #Tom rosenthal x reader

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matchesarelit · 3 years

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Imagine if you will?

Being Adam's best friend since your first year at university and him inviting you to join his family for a Friday Night Dinner when you come back to the UK from working overseas. But you find more than you bargained for in your best friend's brother. (Your BFB if you will)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

"Hello Bambino, and uh- Bambino's female." Adam groaned at his father's greeting.

"Dad, You've met before." You attempted to stifle a smile at Adams frustration, before speaking;

"Nevertheless, good to see you." Martin looked like he was about to say something but he was interrupted by his wife.

"Oh hello darling!" Walking straight past Adam, Jackie pulled you into a tight embrace.

Jackie enquired about your time overseas before ushering you to follow Martin and Adam into the lounge.

Half a second before you crossed the threshold, you heard yelling, walking in to find Adam and assumably his younger brother fighting on one of the couches.

"Pissface!"

"Pusface!"

"Shush up both of you! be decent we have a guest!," Jackie whisper-yelled to her sons before promptly turning to you; "Sorry about my hideous boys, But I don't believe you two have met. This is my youngest Jonny, Jonny this is (Y/N)"

"Lovely to finally meet you," Jonny said as he stood from the couch, sorting out his now messy hair, before reaching to shake your hand, "Glad Pusface finally gave up on impressing you and let us meet you."

"It is great to finally meet you too," you smiled before sitting down on the stool opposite him and Adam.

Putting on an all too familiar shit-eating grin Adam dramatically turned to his younger brother; "Actually Pissface, You are the only one who hasn't met her."

"What even-" Jonny countered, his voice getting higher.

"Yes even Dad, Not that he remembers it"

Soon enough the two of them had begun wrestling again, and not a moment later Jackie had escorted you out of the room under the guise of letting you choose which wine to have with dinner.

Dinner had flown by, everyone now just sitting at the table chatting about trivial things, all of Jackie's big questions being answered during the meal.

You had heard about Jonny many times throughout the years, often in grumblings and frustration on Saturday nights out. However, against Adam's best efforts you often quite enjoyed the stories about pranks that his brother had pulled.

And thanks to a drunken night out that Adam had missed a few years ago, every other mutual friend you had, knew that you found Jonny quite attractive from the few 'embarrassing' photos you had been shown.

So of course they had been teasing you all week, and joking about calling you during dinner to ask how he looked in real life.

At least you had thought they were kidding, but when the song 'Pony' suddenly sounded throughout the room a chill ran up your spine. You began rushing out apologies while hurriedly searching your pockets to no avail. It was at this point that Adam cleared his throat, looked you dead in the eyes and answered the call, your eyes went wide as he mimicked your voice in a faint 'Yes'. He followed up with a couple of almost intelligible 'Mhm's, a large grin grew steadily on his face as he blatantly ignored yours and Jackies pleads for the phone to be returned.

Then, suddenly his face dropped and his brow furrowed before raising higher than you have ever seen before. Through gritted teeth he commanded; "Well, answer the question."

A bright blush coated your cheeks as you muttered; "Yes" he passed on your response before hanging up and handing back your phone.

You knew that Adam wasn't exactly mad just annoyed that he hadn't known, he enjoyed teasing you, and here he had wasted years. And when he got in this mood you knew ignoring it for a little bit until he had processed his opinions was probably best.

So whilst Adam sat back down, you excused yourself to call back your drunken friends, who were most likely sent into a tailspin of emotions at the thought of getting you in trouble with Adam.

What you were unaware of however, was the strikingly similar position Jonny had found himself in. He had seen the photos of you that Adam had shared after events or that had been posted online and he found you quite infatuating. The main difference seeming to be that his friends were shitheads who didn't put in as much effort as your own.

"Oi Pusface," Jonny whispered to his brother as their parents bickered about something regarding Auntie Val, "Is y/n single or?"

"Yes bu-" Adam began but trailed off as his brother had already started off towards the front door.

"You absolute fucking tossers, what the hell?!?" You all but shouted down the phone jest clear in your voice even to your off-their-face friends.

(Imagine the following being slurred)

"Sorry Hunny, we didn't mean to we just want you to get laid, like a good one unlike that guy from that club. Cause like you are so cool and nice but you never get the dicking you deserve. Ps. do you think it's, you know, big?"

"Well thank you ladies, but I don't know if I should get the 'dicking I deserve' from my best mate's brother" chuckling to yourself you made sure to keep your voice down. As you continued; "But, Holy fuck, Jonny is so fucking fit. Not to mention he is hilarious, and fuck if he doesn't make my knees weak. Let alone I have No Doubt he is huge!" You pulled the phone away from your ear as you anticipated their reaction. As if on cue a bombard of screams came from your phone; "Get that dick!," "Hit it girl!!"

Giggling before hanging up the call you moved to make your way back inside. However before you could go back through the door, Jonny made his way out. "Sooo, I'm fit, my cock is huge and I'm hilarious. Is there any reason we're not already together?"

"Yeah, I gotta say you are a little up yourself." You fire back, "But fuck if you push me up against the wall and shut the fuck up-" Before you could finish your tease, your back was against the brick wall, and your hands were grasping desperately at each other, aching to pull each other impossibly closer.

#Jonny goodman x reader #jonny goodman #tom rosenthal #friday night dinner #jonny goodman imagine #Imagine if you will...

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years

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heya, i really like all your fan fictions and i was wondering if you could do another johnny goodman x reader where the reader is val’s daughter?? you can do any plot line you like i just think it could be a good concept :)

A/N- I did a blurb because I’m lazy, there is a small fix coming soon (hopefully) that’s of Jonny x reader meeting for the first time since childhood :)

Let’s begin.

Obviously out of you, Adam and Jonny- Adam was the oldest.

You were born 5 months after Jonny- making you the youngest.

Something that Jonny takes great joy in reminding you of

“I’m literally less than half a year younger than you it’s not that much of a gap.”

“Aw wittle baby Y/N- OW”

Because you’re Val’s daighter, you grew up calling Jackie your aunty and Martin your uncle.

Speaking of which you and Martin have a special bond.

He never mentions it- but he always did want a daughter, someone who he could be fiercely protective of.

So when you came along- with no dad- it seemed like a god given gift.

Val and Jackie were always annoyed because you preferred your uncle Martin to them.

Whenever the Goodman’s babysat you as a small baby, you’d always end up sharing a crib with Jonny

There are so many pictures of you both cuddled up, fast asleep when you were babies

You took your first steps together too

Only then to be knocked over by Adam who was jealous of the lack of attention

Adam was definitely like your big brother

Like he would tease the shit out of you. But if someone else did it- then so help them god.

But also like not really because he’s a midget

At age 4 you and Jonny got “married” in the back garden with Adam as the rabbi.

“Are you sure you don’t want to marry me?”

“Stop it Adam- Shes my girlfriend!”

Adams always sort of been the third wheel- like he’s just always be that.

Wedding—>Rabbi

Princesses and Knights—> dragon

House—> family dog

Mermaids and Pirates—> parrot

And then you finally started at primary school.

On the first day you and Jonny walked in dressed up in your uniforms and holding hands

And even though you both made new friends- you were still each other’s best friends

And that carried on all through highschool

Even when you both got your first boyfriends and girlfriend

Despite the fact that you both felt suuuuper jealous whenever you saw eachother with different people

And then the so called ‘blessing in disguise’ (as called by Jackie and your mum) occurred

Which was basically the time when you were both at Uni that you got suuuper pissed at freshers week and shared your first kiss

As well as another first ;)

Don’t worry you guys wore a sheath

Cue waking up in the morning with a lack of clothes, hungover and completely and utterly mortified

Why was it a blessing you may ask: because it finally got you both to start admitting your feelings for eachother

Aka it kickstarted your relationship off.

And from then on out you started getting even closer

Until eventually he just cracked.

During a Friday night dinner

In front of everyone

“I love you.”

And you just sort of looked at him in shock

As he scarpered as far away as he could

Which of course meant you racing after him

“Oh good- more scraps for me then!”

“Martin!”

You found him outside attempting to unlock his car- which obviously refused to open.

“J, for the love of god- WAIT.”

“What?”

“You never gave me a chance to say it back- I love you too, more than friends and I have for a while.”

“You’re taking pity on me.”

CUE KISS

“Okay maybe you weren’t”

“You know I wasn’t.”

From then on you too began dating

It wasn’t long before you guys both moved in together

And even though you loved your mum, you decided to wait a little while before breaking the news.

Because we all know how dramatic she is.

You guys have such stupid convos about the most random things

“J, what would your weapon of choice be in a zombie apocalypse?”

“The power of love- As long as I’ve got you by my side I’ll be okay-“

“So you’d basically just kamikaze? Hmm interesting...”

That was one of the best parts of your relationship.

It was light, happy and you could joke with one another.

You managed to convince him to get a control tattoo

Which makes Jackie a lot happier

Also can I just say your sex life would be amazing like hot damn

Car sex

Shower sex

But seriously it would be so loving and sweet

Also Jonny never fails to cheer you up.

Like if you’re feeling sad? you bet your ass that he’ll order your fave takeaway and put on your fave film.

Angry from a bad day at work? Hot bubble bath and snuggles.

On your period? Chocolate, hot water bottles and massages.

Jonny’s the best in all terrains at life.

Basically all in all Jonny loves you

You love him

And he’s the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you :)))

#fnd #friday night dinner #jonny goodman #jonnygoodman #jonny goodman x reader #fridaynightdinner #jonny goodman x oc #tom rosenthal #britishtv

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ai-luni · 2 years

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You are Everything Good in this World Masterlist

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x Fem!Reader

Master List

Part 1

Part 2.1

Part 2.2

Mixtapes

(Literally no one asked for this, but here’s what I listened to while writing each part in order)

Part 1:

California Dreamin’ - Bobby Womack

Femme Fatale - The Velvet Underground

Cigarettes out the Window - TV Girl

All My Heros - Naeleck, Sarah Rebecca

Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

Goin’ Out Of My Head - Little Anthony & The Imperials

I Saw an Angel - Puzzle

Roads - Portishead

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Never - Mag.Lo, O Super

Cry - Cigarettes After Sex

Part 2.1:

California Dreamin’ - The Beach Boys

Softcore - The Neighbourhood

No Surprises - Radiohead

Sunday Morning - The Velvet Underground

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

One More Hour - Tame Impala

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Part 2.2:

California Dreamin’ - Jose Feliciano

Chess - Anders Eljas

Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

The Letter - The Box Tops

F Song - Strawberry Guy

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart - Miley Cyrus

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

Watching Him Fade Away - Mac DeMarco

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little-diable · 2 years

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God Stood Me Up - Tom Hiddleston (smut)

Yesterday would have been my grandad's birthday and I miss him more than words will ever be able to express. I have quite a strange relationship with death, hence why I felt the need to finally turn him into a being I can find comfort in. I don't really know what this is, all I can say is that it was inspired by "Lights are On" by Tom Rosenthal. Please give this a chance, even though there is a big angst warning. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Death is supposed to collect the reader's soul, but what happens if he falls in love with her? Within a few moments the immortal being finds himself drawn to the young woman that invites him in, to find shelter while the sky is crying for her nearing death.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f), sex with a stranger, religious connotations, death, character death (not in a cruel, descriptive way), angst, no happy end per se

Pairing: Death!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader (3.5k words)

The smell of rain hung in the air, wrapping itself around the tall man like a memory finding its way back to him. Though no memory of his long life was a happy, comforting one, no, all he knew was pain and sadness. A sober thought the man would struggle with whenever he’d stare at the ones living life to the fullest. His shiny black boots pounded against the ground leading up to her house, another night where he’d get to collect a young soul. Those days and nights were daunting, they’d follow him around for days, not letting go of the one that had been collecting souls for millennia.

All he had to do was call her name, to reach out his hand for her to take - but tonight his soul felt heavier than it should. He’d suffer, that much he was certain of.

The second he saw her, through one of her big windows, he froze in his step. She was gorgeous, a masterpiece only known to the ones fortunate enough. He couldn’t stop watching her, not as he felt his body being pushed forwards, hoping that he’d get the job over and done with, not as he buried his heel in the ground to keep himself from reaching her door.

He wanted to watch her, till time would run out and a new century would come. She was too young to be ripped from this life, too pure to say goodbye to the ones that love her. Not once had he experienced something like this, a feeling those with beating hearts would describe as excitement, admiration and perhaps even love.

The Father above hadn’t crafted him to feel, he hadn’t been created to build a life for himself, no, his only mission was to call those that had lived enough hours of the life offered to them home. Not once had he doubted his mission, the endless nights he’d wander this earth, but now he couldn’t help but curse the One. He wanted to live a life like those with a beating heart, he wanted to be loved and to appreciate every fraction of time. A dream he’d never be able to turn real.

He stared at the notebook in his hands, (y/n) - what a beautiful name. He tested it on his tongue, silently whispering it - though not loud enough for her to hear. Perhaps he could rip her page from the book, perhaps he would manage to hide her from His knowing eyes - just this once. But there was no escaping Him, He would always catch up with the ones working their hours for him.

(Y/n) was talking on the phone to one of her friends as her eyes caught sight of the man standing outside her door. And for a moment she froze, wondering why he was standing in the cold, with rain pouring from the sky as if the clouds above were crying. The sane half of her brain asked her to close the curtains - he could be dangerous after all - but the other half begged her to open her door, to ask if he needed help.

And so she hung up her phone, following the pull she felt inside her chest, not knowing that she would never speak to her friend again. Not in this life. She didn’t feel scared, felt an awfully comforting sensation swap through her. The warm sun shining down on her on a summer afternoon wouldn’t manage to heat up her body like this, the tightest embrace from a loved one wouldn’t manage to calm her down like this very sensation.

“Can I help you?” His bright eyes met hers, she felt all air leaving her lungs, evaporating into the nothingness. The man kept quiet, not replying to (y/n) as she repeated the words, hoping that he’d give in and speak up. “You must be freezing, at least wait under here till the rain passes by.”

Wordlessly he stepped closer, his notebook found its way back into his black suit pocket, hidden from her curious eyes. (Y/n) didn’t move, not as he found his way to her terrace, not as he came to a halt next to her, with his eyes studying her features. He was handsome, more handsome than she’d ever be able to describe with simple words. She had to force herself to stop staring at him, not wanting to creep the soaking wet man out.

“Do you want some tea?” The moment he spoke up, (y/n)’s body started trembling, making her feel as if her soul was saying goodbye to her body. Her heartbeat sped up, roaring in her chest, it was crying her name, begging her to keep on breathing, to run to safety. But (y/n) didn’t pay any attention to the warning, too focused on his soft voice.

“Yes, please. I am sorry for disturbing you, seems like I got lost out there.” She couldn’t tell where he was from, the unfamiliar accent shot heat through her body, not able to pinpoint it. A few chuckles bubbled out of the man as his eyes flickered back to the road leading up to her house, a sound so sweet (y/n) couldn’t help but give in.

“I’ll be right back.” The first roar of thunder echoed through the cold evening as (y/n) disappeared inside her house. It was a warning, the first of a few that would follow, sounds he chose to blindly ignore. He’d savour every moment of this evening, and would forever relish in her company. If all he would get was this evening, he would cling to it with every fraction of his being, he would offer a part of his immortal soul, just to be with the woman he was supposed to call home. A stranger he had fallen in love with within seconds.

“Here, some blankets and a towel. Please, sit.” (Y/n) pointed towards the bench, waiting till the man had sat down. She placed the blankets next to him and left again, only to return shortly after with two cups of hot tea. He had placed a blanket over his thighs - though not before drying his curls and his face - was now opening it wide enough for her to sit down right next to him, cuddled into the comfortable pillows. “I’m (y/n).”

“Tom. Thank you for giving me shelter, (y/n).” It almost pained him to lie, leaving soft cuts on his soul, cuts that wouldn’t heal, a reminder for years to come, a reminder of the moment he fell in love with a stranger. “Are you from around here?”

“I am, grew up in this very house. What about you?” She took a sip of the hot tea, the smile that began to pull on her lips had an addicting effect to it, forcing a smile onto Tom’s thin lips. It took him a moment to reply, trying to search for the right answer, something that wouldn’t give away too much information.

“No, I’m just here to visit some relatives.” (Y/n) didn’t press on, allowing a comfortable silence to wrap itself around them like the blankets that covered their bodies. She couldn’t help but feel like she was talking to a friend, somebody she had known for years on end, somebody she knew everything about. A strange feeling, something she had never experienced before. “Do you believe in God, (y/n)?”

“Uhm,” laughter rumbled through her, what a weird question to ask a stranger. “I don’t. Can’t help but feel like God stood me up.” The second roar of thunder rang in their ears, as if the Father above wanted to call her name, forcing Tom to give in and to take her hand, to lead her home to the one she didn’t believe in. “What about you? Are you religious?”

“I wish I was, but I haven’t found something to believe in, yet.” He was His friend, a companion, though not a follower of the order built by the Father. Tom had never believed in the ways of life He was preaching, had never found trust in the institutions He had built. A lone wanderer, that’s all he ever was and all he ever will be.

“That’s quite sad, isn’t it?” The rain grew heavier with every minute passing by, minutes she wasn’t supposed to live through, minutes the man was gifting her without knowing why. All he knew was that he didn’t want to let go of her nor the feeling simmering inside of him. She was making him feel alive, as if he was one of them. A mere human being with a beating heart and blood flushing through his veins.

“Perhaps, I never thought about it that way. Maybe I will find it one day.” He took a sip of the tea, it was still hot, warmed up by his touch. “I am sorry that was awfully heavy. Tell me more about you, do you always take care of strangers?”

Once again, she couldn’t stop her laugh from rumbling through her, head thrown back to give the sound enough room to echo through the dark evening, “I don’t. I study, I work and I like to read, there’s nothing really exciting about me.”

Tom couldn’t help but wonder why he was supposed to take her, a question he had never asked himself before. He would always follow commands, would always take the souls without questioning his mission. Could it be that He had made a mistake? That He didn’t want to call her home but somebody else close to her?

“Don’t talk yourself down, that sounds quite exciting. What is your favourite read?” Perhaps he’d slow time down while asking her questions that came to mind, questions he’d use to distract himself from the need he felt, the need to kiss her, to taste her on his tongue. Tom had found shelter in numerous beds before, chasing the highs that wouldn’t leave him satisfied in the slightest. But with her it would be different, Tom was sure of it.

“This may sound cheesy, but I have to say Romeo and Juliet. Sometimes I find myself longing for a love like theirs, even though they were just teenagers.” The first bolt of lightning struck the sky, He was growing impatient. Tom didn’t pay any attention to the lights dancing across the sky like heartbeats pumping strength through their veins, he didn’t want to stop staring at her, scared that time would run out before he could appreciate every part of her. “I don’t think I will ever experience love, it feels like my time is running out before I can properly start living my life.”

“I know the feeling,” words he wanted to speak but couldn’t were burning on the tip of his tongue. Nothing would ever be as it once was, she wouldn’t get the chance to love someone the way she wanted to, wouldn’t even hear those lovely three words spoken out loud. Their eyes met, a shift in the air brought them closer, a shift Tom didn’t fight against, even if he should. (Y/n) didn’t give in, something was holding her back, perhaps it was the uncertainty she felt, he was still a stranger after all, but perhaps somebody else was forcing her to stop her body from moving closer.

“Have you ever loved someone, Tom?” By now their cups were empty, but the rain kept pouring, allowing her to relax further in her seat. He wouldn’t leave just yet.

“I have, at least I think so.” It pained him to speak those words, leaving him with a hole inside his chest. He wouldn’t get to experience the love he was oh so desperate for, she would be ripped from his grasp before he could savour their time together.

Heaven help the blind fool who falls in love.

“Come, I’ll make us another cup.” Tom followed her inside, his eyes wandered through the rooms he walked past, slowing down to take in the pictures gracing her walls. Memories her friends and family would cherish once she would leave this life behind.

Her kitchen was dark, no light was alighting the room, a comfort both were desperately seeking. They shared no words as (y/n) filled her kettle, no words were spoken as Tom moved closer, resting in front of her with his piercing eyes finding hers. Only as he cupped her cheek, eyes flickering between hers and her lips, did he dare to speak a soft “can I?”. With the nod of her head, (y/n) allowed him to press his lips against hers, soft at first, testing the waters. He wanted to give her the chance to pull away, but (y/n) stayed close. She had never done this before, had never felt so safe in the presence of a stranger.

Their kiss grew heated, he pressed her against the counter as she parted her lips for his tongue. They fought for victory, wanting to explore every part of one another. She didn’t stop his hands from wandering, didn’t stop him from placing her on top of her cold counter. All she wanted was to be held by him, the stranger that left her heart racing in anticipation, the stranger her heart was calling out to.

A symphony that would be muted when the first sun rays would alight her then empty home.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Tom’s rough voice shot shudders down her spine, goosebumps rose on her skin, leaving her trembling in his grasp. She didn’t speak up, didn’t tell him to stop, all she did was pull him in for another kiss. Skilled fingers helped her out of her sweater, exposing her naked chest to his twinkling eyes.

(Y/n) had always wanted to see the northern lights with her own eyes, nature's finest spectacle, but now as she was getting lost in his pupils, she wondered if wasn’t staring right at them at that very moment. One day she’d make it to a place where she could watch them in their purest form, (y/n) was sure of it. The feeling of his cold hands cupping her naked breasts ripped her out of her state, she moaned against his lips, hoping that he’d keep on touching her all through the night.

“You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful, darling.” He kissed his way down her throat, sucked on her sensitive spot as he squeezed her hardening nubs. Her whimpers urged him on to kiss his way down further, he sucked on her nipples, leaving bite marks here and there. With her hands buried in his hair, (y/n) found herself falling into the rawest state of pleasure, no longer worried about her morals and the ‘what if’s’, all she cared about was him and his touch. “May I?”

He was waiting for her consent, fingertips running along the outlines of her sweatpants. Her nod felt like a bullet piercing through his skin, like fire burning him inside out, he was feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. With her back pressed against the counter top, (y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, allowing herself to focus all her attention onto his wandering hands. Her sweatpants and panties found their way to the ground, giving Tom enough room to press his lips against her thighs, kissing both of them before he pressed his open mouth against her core.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.” Tom felt the need to give her another way out, not wanting to pressure her. But (y/n) only cried out his name, hoping that his mouth would find its way back to her aching cunt. “So beautiful, I wish I could stay here forever.” Tom never wanted this to end, he’d give up his immortality if it meant living with (y/n) till the end of this life.

She needed something to hold onto, not used to the urgent brushes of his tongue. (Y/n) tugged on his roots, eliciting the sweetest sounds from him. Tom dipped his tongue into her tightness, spreading her walls around the muscle, fuck, he couldn’t wait to fuck her to oblivion.

Once again the sky was roaring their names, hoping that the two would finally stop their charade and follow the calling. A helpless cry the two ignored as if they couldn’t hear the loud growling sounds.

“Fuck, Tom. Feels so good, ‘m close.” She wasn’t ashamed about her nearing orgasm, wasn’t ashamed that she’d give in so soon. All she needed was to feel the high that would momentarily robb her lungs of the air she was desperate for. (Y/n) reveld in the feeling of his tongue fucking her and his thumb rubbing her clit, pushing her over the edge with a cry clawing through her.

He allowed her to calm down, to catch her breath before he’d make her drown in her pleasure once again. His aching cock twitched in his grasp, he spat into his palm, pumped his cock a few times before he found himself asking for her consent once again. A question she answered with a breathless “please”.

Tom filled her to the brim, burning walls stretching around his cock as if she had never been fucked before. He fucked her with a kind of urgency he had never felt before, deep down he knew their time together was running out, it would fade into the nothingness, like the soul he’d take from her body.

Their bodies clashed together with every ferocious thrust, forcing them to hold onto one another’s trembling body. Their sounds drowned out the cries the sky produced, purely focused on one another. Tom’s lips found hers, swallowing the sounds that rumbled through their chests.

“So perfect, wish I could forever call you mine.” A wave of sadness thumped through her, it filled her pores, and was sinking into her skin like poison. A poison she didn’t know the antidote for. (Y/n) was seeing stars, so bright and blinding she felt as if she was being reborn, Tom was pushing her into a state of remembrance, allowing her to feel every emotion she has ever felt in her life.

She wanted to beg, beg that nobody would wake her from this state, forever caught in the happiest moments of her life. But time kept rushing past, forcing her to move on with the seconds she’d never be able to live through again. Their orgasms were creeping closer, wrapping them up in its tight embrace, bound together for seconds on end.

“Cum with me, I got you, sweetheart.” (Y/n) came with a cry, she called out his name, threw her head back and allowed her body to live through the purest form of ecstasy. He followed her down the edge, imprinted himself on her walls as he came inside her tightness.

She had to blink a few times, having to calm down before she could find her strength again. And the second she found her way back to reality, she was able to pay attention to the loud thunder, the sound that broke through the barriers her mind had built. Tom pulled out of her with a hiss, but his eyes didn’t let go of her, not as he noticed the tears welling up in them, not as she redressed herself with shaking hands. She felt small, not able to properly breathe as the room started to close in on her.

“Who are you, Tom?” (Y/n) didn’t pay any attention to her slowing down heartbeat, didn’t pay any attention to the burning of her lungs, no longer able to grasp the air she was breathing. The brightness of lightning dancing across the sky momentarily alighted her dark kitchen, it was time.

“I think you know who I am, don’t you?” Tears of his own were glistening on his cheeks as he reached out his hand for her to take. There was no escaping, no way out for her and her young soul, but how she longed to experience more time with him by her side.

“Will it hurt?” Her voice trembled, not able to express the strength she so desperately wanted to feel. She was everything but strong in this very moment, everything but clear headed. A fog was rising in her mind, robbing her of anything she could use to guide her way out of the darkness, forcing her to follow Tom.

“It won’t, not as long as you trust me.” With a nod of her head she took a step closer and another, till she was standing in front of the man that stared at her with love swimming in his pupils.

“Take my hand, (y/n).”

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