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drmflm · 2 years ago

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—summary: you fell in love with the magic of the night, so much so that when the nightcrawlers came out to play, you were at ease in the moon’s light, waiting, endlessly waiting, for him to find his way back to you.

—pairing: siren!wonwoo x gn human!reader

—word count: 3.5K

—genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slightly philosophical

—au: siren au, magic au

—rating: pg-15

—warnings: dissatisfaction with life, feelings of self-doubt and insecurity, loss

—note: i was this close to sobbing during this fic,,, my heart ached for the two of them so much! ALSO!! the reader uses they/them pronouns for wonwoo before knowing to use he/him, just cuz sirens kinda have a funky system where gender doesn’t rlly exist!

—masterlist

You were immersed in the gentility of the night. You were a creature that craved the sweet blanket of darkness when the sun was put to rest, the moon’s loving caress. Though some people chastised your love for the darkness, made tales of the dark’s trenches, held horror stories of those that committed the wretched, you wondered what a tragedy it would have been, if you internalized their stances, and instead baked and burned in the monsters that roamed during the day?

For, you wondered, what could be darker than the darkness of your own life?

The night was brimming with wonders unexplored by human eyes, creatures that, just as you, were more comfortable expressing themselves where they were free of prying eyes and the burn of the sunrise.

You saw the blossoms of moonflowers that laid dormant beneath the weeds, watched as they grew under the nourishment of the moon, grew from the blackness of the woods.

Sparkles of magic dotted the sky in a wondrous display of stars, shooting across the sky and lingering in constellations. There swam the whale of the world in the sea of the sky, happily singing and happily dancing as it passed you by. Unlike the sting of the sun, your eyes were content to trace your friends in the sky, to meet constellations that would say their farewells and goodbyes when the night ended.

As your musicians for the evening, crickets chirped to compose your waltz, the flicker of fireflies created a perfect ambience. From your spot on the lake, you were mesmerized by the glamorous array of moonlight on its ripples, you were entranced by the reflection of stars and stunning visuals.

Looking at yourself staring back at you was like looking at a stranger. Seeing a stranger’s perfection was always debilitating to one’s self esteem. To compare oneself to another’s beauty was a different kind of hurt than anger-rimmed words and welts of insults.

No, instead it was a peaceful type of painfulness. It lingered in spaces otherwise left dormant, reignited a sting in every glance of the mirror. It hurt and it hurt, but it did ease. One day.

Under the moonlight’s careful ministrations of healing, you found yourself a resort of peace, a place you could wander to when life got the best of you. Instead of being confined to your bed, swathed in the thoughts you’d rather run away from, among the waters of this darkness-infused paradise, you found yourself slowly recovering from your poisonous heart.

You found yourself in the light of the dark.

So maybe it was this cycle of healing, maybe it was the spirits of the night that were looking out for you, but with every night you spent under the moon, the more you learned that the nightcrawlers were all lonely creatures like you.

“Why do you always come here when the moon shines?” A voice asked from the darkness.

You just shrugged, unbothered. “Perhaps for the same reason as you. The sun just uncovers too many unpleasant memories.”

The voice was silent for a moment, before a gentle rush of cool washed upon your hands, “how would you know how I feel?”

“I don’t,” you confessed, gently flicking the water off your hands. “I just know what I feel.”

You heard the gentle rippling of water, before you saw a figure swim into the rays of moonlight that tapped the water’s surface. There swam a person—no, a siren—whose shimmering blue eyes stared back at you curiously.

“You’re a strange human,” they said, looking at you once more before swimming closer. “You’re a kind person, I can sense it. Yet, despite being kind, why are you filled with so much hate?”

Unwillingly, your heart broke at this intimate observation, another’s perception on your own misdeeds, was something so comforting and touching to your soul. Knowing that someone—even a stranger, was kind enough to observe, and inquire about something as small as your own well-being, made you realize and recognize just how horrible you were treating yourself.

“I don’t know,” you said, looking up at the stars. “I guess after a lifetime of living among monsters, you eventually become one.”

They were silent a moment longer, before speaking once more. “You know, I’ve met a lot of those that wander in the night. I’ve seen the true nature of the monsters that haunt these woods. So I can tell you without a doubt in my heart, that you seem to be the farthest creature from a monster.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the soft, watery sensation of tears trailing down your face, “thank you for saying that.”

“Don’t thank me,” they said quickly, slinking back into the shadows. “I’m not your friend, I’m not somebody you should be thankful to. I am just a background voice in this scene of your life.”

“I’m Y/n,” you said, looking up and scanning the darkness. “Please don’t hide yourself. We’re alone together, at least let us know one another’s names.”

“Wonwoo,” they said after a moment before returning to the light. “I was just as you at one point: young and naive, thinking that the darkness was the only escape...”

Their eyes glazed over before focusing on you again, “I made so many rash decisions in my youth. When life got too tough, I went to the water, I fell into its trenches, and I let it consume me with its love.”

“Is that how you became a siren?” You asked carefully, mesmerized by their blue eyes.

They just laughed, “no, I was lured in. I was lured in by the sirens who stayed here. They made me think I had a home here after I lost my own. But the truth is, is that nobody ever really belongs anywhere.” They turned away, “I was happy as a man, sure, but over the last few millennia, I’ve realized that having the freedom to roam the darkness is what completes my eternal existence in this world.”

“But doesn’t it ever get tiring? Having to be a certain way? Having to live with the fact that all those who come across you will always see you as a monster?” You asked desperately, seeking comfort from the siren before you.

He just smiled solemnly, “but darling, why would I fear what I can’t change? It seems that your thinking is flawed, for when did you ever think I was a monster?”

You blinked, “what do you mean?”

“Humans think that my kind is a cursed being, but you seemed to grow comfortable with me quite quickly,” he said, looking at you once more. “Are you not afraid of me? Do you not think of me as a monster?”

As you stopped for a moment and realized what he said, your eyes were opened. You truly did not think of him as a monster—how could you? His ever constant kindness he had shown you in those few moments alone, the sweet blue of his eyes and the gentle camaraderie you felt with him… How could you ever find it in your heart to think of him as a monster?

There was this stigma about the night, that anybody or anything that lurked within it was a creature of darkness, a dark and looming force that dared to commit the atrocious, the reason for tragedy, an evil unrivalled by nothing, save for the light.

But was the dark really all that dangerous? You found yourself resonating with the nightcrawlers, using the term affectionately as a way to reference your friends of the night. The fireflies and the stars—sure they were light, but they were dim and gentle, not harsh or stinging. They helped lead you to your destination, gentle hands leading you to a place where you could find comfort, where you could be yourself.

The darkness was a home, a place where you could be your true self without feeling confined or restricted due to another’s perception. It was a celebration of individuality, a party that glorified your existence, whilst simultaneously erasing the pressure of your traits, of your identity.

And as you marvelled at Wonwoo’s observations, you were gloriously aware of the fact that you were anonymous in the dark. There was nothing against you here. Wonwoo was a perfect stranger, someone who was blind to your flaws in the day, and aware of your truth in the night.

“I don’t,” you said softly, looking through to the seas of his eyes. “I don’t see you as a monster.”

He smiled, and you saw his sharp teeth without fear, marvelling at their pearlescent white colour that glimmered in the moon’s rays. He swam to you, getting closer and closer before you saw his hands come up from the water.

“We just met, but I wish to ask you a question,” he said softly, looking at you with earnesty. “Do you trust me, Y/n?”

“I don’t know,” you said hesitantly. “If I say yes, what will you do?”

“I’d ask you to join me in the seas,” he said, looking up at the moon. “I’d ask if you’d join me for a night, to fill the darkness with your presence, to give me companionship for these few moments of my forever.”

“It’s not a trick right?”

He looked at you warmly, “The only thing that says its a trick is your mortal mind,” he said with a grin. “Do what feels right to you—that is where all magic stems from.”

You smiled, taking his outstretched hand, “then perhaps I should follow it.”

When you fell into the water, it was a liberation you would never forget.

“Y/n, you can open your eyes now,” Wonwoo said with a smile in his voice. “You are okay.”

You opened your eyes tentatively, expecting the water to sting, but fortunately it didn’t. Instead, you were basking in the moonlight, slightly cool and held in Wonwoo’s arms.

“How am I breathing?” You asked, before covering your lips. You let them go when you realized the water didn’t get into your lungs. “How am I talking?”

He laughed, “why, it is your magic, Y/n. Don’t you know that when you follow the truth of your heart, you unlock a trove of magic? You are magic darling, and there is nothing that you are not capable of unlocking.”

He turned you around to look at you, “you are worthy of so much happiness, Y/n. Don’t ever let the monsters of the day ever convince you that you aren’t.”

You felt something thick and slimy curl in your lungs, something that stung with every breath you took, “thank you Wonwoo.”

He smiled but for the first time that night, it felt melancholic, “stop thanking me for telling the truth. You deserve to hear it and believe it. Don’t cut yourself short, thinking that I’m just being nice because—I’m not. I’m being honest.”

You were silent, taking it in, as he scanned your face before nodding, “now, let’s continue on our one night journey to paradise.”

As he brought you throughout his lake, you realized what he meant. Sure, the lake seemed small when you were there, but under the moon’s light, you realized that the waters stretched on and on, revealing an underwater city beneath you, beneath the world.

“What is this place?” You asked while you swam along.

He continued looking forward as he responded, “Sizswqlio, the world of sirens. It’s known as Atlantis in the human world.”

“I thought that was just a myth,” you mumbled, looking around with awe.

“Sort of,” he said while pulling you aside to let a school of fish pass. “There’s only one entrance for humans to enter, known as the Siren’s Mouth, or the lake you visit every night.”

“Really?” You asked incredulously, staring at him in awe. “How strange. Why is it that lake?”

He looked at you with a quizzical expression on his face, “What do you mean, ‘why’? Do you think there is always a reason for everything? The entrance appears wherever it wishes to, and it just so happens you found it when it needed to be found.”

He seemed to be quite…chill, about the whole thing. It was as though nothing had a reason, that things just happened—things that you were always trying to find reasons for, to explain phenomenons that you weren’t familiar with.

In a way, you supposed, his philosophy was invaluable to your life. If one spent all their time thinking up reasons for why things happened, they wouldn’t have any time to live. Thinking about everything meant having no time to live those phenomenons, to find the wonder and magic of the unknown.

So perhaps you found that lake, or rather, it found you. But asking yourself why it chose you would just be an endless array of questions, questions in which you would never have the answer to.

Thus, you swam along beside him, feet kicking wildly as he tugged you along, taking you through coral reefs and pretty, distinctly siren, structures spread throughout the bottom of the sea. Or, were you still in the lake?

“So this is what magic is,” you mused, listening to the underwater beats coming from an underwater tavern. The entire atmosphere was filled with boisterous laughter and endless chatter. “The carefree sensation of always being in wonder, of seeing the world as a beautiful mystery and enjoying its pleasures to the fullest.”

“Indeed,” he said with a wink, before pulling you into one of the shops. “Just add a little glamour and flair to it, and you have that concept humans seem to adulate—“ he offered you a cheeky grin. “Perfection.”

Among the shelves, there were various accessories, like clamshell hair clips and pearlescent jewelry. Wonwoo guided you to a seat, and held up his hands, “Are you ready for a little magic?”

You winked at that.

The underwater tavern was cool, but do you know what was even better?

Tailflipping.

Prior to witnessing a round, you had no idea what that even was when Wonwoo first mentioned it. But after you were seated in a clamshell chair, ivory tail shimmering in the jellyfish lights, Wonwoo left you to head up to the centre of the stage to enthusiastic cheers.

It seemed that a common activity in the underwater world was a type of wresting match through the use of tails. Every siren’s tail was different, denoting their rank in magical energy, as well as their wisdom. The prettier the tale, the more powerful the siren.

Back in the olden days, according to siren legend, sirens used to eat mortal hearts to extend their tales—as well as their wisdom—for the sake of being the most powerful siren. But nowadays, sirens simply cared about tail length on the basis of one of two things: beauty and agility.

You were sure Wonwoo qualified for both, but in this case, it was for the latter option.

His tail was ebony black and coiled around itself like a snake. From the point where his scales melded to his torso, all the way down, smooth scales trailed all the way down before melding into a sharp, dragon-like tip.

He reminded you of a dragon, with the smoothness of a snake, the allure of a siren, and ferocity, so much ferocity.

His opponent seemed weak beside him, and you were right. As Wonwoo’s tail stretched outwards, a menacing, inky thing, the younger siren’s coral-hued tale was weak against its hold, easily trapped in endless coils.

To be honest, it wasn’t that interesting of a fight. By the time one blinked, Wonwoo’s coils had enclosed around the other entirely, and in one smooth flick of his tail, the other was spun completely around.

At the cheers of the crowd, it seemed to be a regular occurrence, which greatly surprised you. He seemed to be the quieter, brooding type, and yet, perhaps eternity had morphed a part of him into a more carefree, rambunctious person—someone unrestricted in norms and etiquette and rather, fun and young at heart.

When he came back to you after his performance, you said your praise, to which he shrugged you off modestly, and you continued on your journey throughout Sizswqlio, enjoying its amenities.

After a while time seemed to pass you by, and when you remembered you had to go back, something dark and looming reared within you. You didn’t want to leave, not when you had everything perfect right where you were, not when your heart pleaded for you to stay here, where you were happiest.

Wonwoo sensed this ambivalence from you, but ever the gentlesiren, he did not ask, opting instead to guide you back to the entrance that would take you back home.

“The sun is going to rise soon,” he said quietly. “It’s best you head back now, otherwise you will be stuck here another day.”

“What if I want to be?” You asked brazenly, withering under his sad gaze.

He shook his head, “No darling, you can’t. Any more than a night, and you will be chained to this lake. You must go, and never come back. This place is a paradise for the lost, for the broken. It’s a sea of broken hearts. So when you find your way, and your heart has healed, it is best that you find substance back where you belong: on the shore.”

You stopped, looking at him deeply, feeling the intense urge to cry, “What if I don’t belong there? What if I belong here instead? With you?”

He just kept shaking his head, “You don’t. You need to go back to the real world, Y/n. This is not the place you belong in. I will not allow you to chain yourself here.”

He hesitated, before continuing, “Y/n, there’s a reason why sirens are said to be cursed. It’s not the fact that we lure humans down, it’s that humans never want to go. They find their way to our world, and when they catch a taste of its wonders, their greedy hearts can never let it go. So please, I beg you, don’t be another one.” He squeezed your hands tighter, “Because you deserve so much more than this.”

You understood it then. He was trying to protect you from yourself, from that little voice inside your head that was urging you to stay. You didn’t belong down there, you weren’t meant for that world. So why was it so hard to let go? To let him go?

“This was the best night of my life,” you said, tracing the gentle planes of his face. “I wish it would never end.”

He nodded back, “I wish that too, more than you could ever know.”

You nodded, and let him bring you to the edge of the water, where the moon’s rays were dimmed and barely there.

“As a guardian of Sizswqlio’s waters, I hereby declare you free of your tail, to be free of this lake, and to carry on in all of your dreams,” he declared, before you felt the swift return of your legs, before he was pushing you upwards, where you floated away.

Once your fingers drifted apart in one final farewell, you felt yourself break the surface, just as he coiled back down, lost to the darkness.

As you breathed in air once more, the soft light of dawn caressing your cheeks, you wept at the loss of his hand in yours, devastated, as the siren of your heart slowly drifted away from your memory, lingering at the edges and never returning.

But deep inside, you hoped you remembered. You hoped you remembered that when things got tough, you would always remember the magic, joyful underwater blues and regal, inky coils.

And when the day woke, you felt tired, so incredibly tired. You longed for nightfall, you longed to swim in the water once more, to find something lost in the sea of your brain.

You waited at the pond every night and every day, waiting for something—someone, to find their way back to you.

One night, something in the universe came into fruition. In the cool night’s breeze, you heard the gentle rippling of water, before a figure swam into the rays of moonlight that tapped the water’s surface. There swam a person—no, a siren—whose shimmering blue eyes stared back at you curiously.

“Why do you always come here when the moon shines?”

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Evermore

Simon Basset x Reader

Words: 2319

Summary: While residing in the same house, Simon and his wife could not be further apart. His resistance to love may cost him the only thing he holds dear while he can merely stand and watch it fade.

Notes: I love Simon waaaaaaay too much. I have been dying to write for him, so please please let me know what you think!

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I never needed anybody in my life

I learned the truth too late

From this spot, he had a view of the entire garden. He watched as you strolled between the flowers, pausing occasionally to smell a particular bloom. You used to walk together, but now, he could hardly bear to even look at the gardens. Seeing you there sent a feeling through his heart that he could not rid himself of. It was better this way. The happiness that you had felt in your first few months of marriage was an illusion. Simon knew that he could never truly make you happy, no matter how badly he wanted to. Still, these days of silence ate at his soul.

You felt his gaze upon you before you spotted him in a second-story window. Looking up from the rose in your hand, you held his stare with your own, as if daring him to come out from behind his closed doors. This was the first time you’d seen your husband in two days and even when you had seen each other, it was in passing, shrouded in bitter quiet.

You looked away first, dropping your flower and storming back into the house with renewed frustration. From the corner of your eye, you could see him vanish from the window, probably to disappear into his office for yet another day of avoidance. Through your anger, your heart ached. He never explained his sudden hatred towards you. One night, he simply stopped speaking to you. When you confronted him, he’d shouted and shut himself away in his room. No word between you had been uttered since.

To fill your lonely hours, you walked the length of the house. Clyvedon was a beautiful estate and offered at least some distraction from your empty heart. This time, however, your usual path was interrupted.

“Your grace,” You greeted coolly. It was odd to see him in this part of the house, so far away from his usual fortress. He rarely left his office anymore. “I must say, I am surprised to see you away from your desk. You have been married to your work recently.” You put as much venom into your words as you could muster. For a moment, you thought you saw him flinch.

“Y/N, I understand you are uncomfortable with our current situation-”

“Uncomfortable?” You exclaimed furiously. “You think that I am uncomfortable? This is not an ill fitting dress or-or a pebble in my shoe. I saw you in that window and I couldn’t breathe. Even now, it feels like my heart is trying to leap out of my chest and give itself to you, for maybe that will finally be enough for you.” His eyes shifted to the window, desperately trying to escape your hateful stare.

“You are more than enough for me-”

“Then tell me, your Grace,” You spat, “why you can’t even bring yourself to look at me!” You had raised your voice beyond what was proper, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to see the anguish that this forced solitude was bringing you. “Explain to me how we can be making love one morning and by that afternoon, you can hardly utter a word to me. Look at me, Simon! For God’s sake just look at me.”

Whatever his reasoning for coming to you was lost to him now. He could only hear the anger and frustration in your voice. The hatred you must hold for him. While his eyes finally found yours, it felt as though he was looking past you.

“I presume you will be eating in your quarters again.” Was all he said. The return of his indifference was the final straw for you. Having had enough, you charged off to find the furthest place in the house away from him. Simon watched you go in quiet agony, cursing himself for being unable to shut out his affection for you. He told himself again that this was how it must be. If only that was enough.

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

He wasn’t sure how late it was, but his eyes were starting to burn from staring at documents all night. He could hardly keep them open. Setting his work aside, he ran a hand down his face, trying to rub the exhaustion from his eyes, and slowly dimmed his lamp until the light was gone. When he looked up, he found you standing in the doorway, shrouded in shadow. If he didn’t know better, he’d say you looked like a spirit in your white nightgown and tear stained face.

“Why are you not in bed?” He questioned, only half awake himself.

“I came to…” The words caught in your throat, making them sound garbled and broken. You stepped into the moonlight and composed yourself. “I came to say goodbye.” Simon froze.

“What?”

“I have arranged for a carriage to take me back to London at dawn.” You stared blankly at him, your face sunken and despaired. He hadn’t realized the depths of the misery he had caused you until now. “My presence is clearly unwanted and I feel that we may live our lives more peacefully apart.”

“I see you’ve already made up your mind on the matter.” Simon scoffed, the pain your words inflicted fueling anger. You didn’t reply. Instead, you turned and started back down the dark hallway to your quarters. He caught your arm before you got too far. “You cannot just leave.”

“I see no reason to stay, your grace.”

“You are my wife.” He growled. Finally, your sullen exterior broke away to reveal the anger burning inside of your chest, threatening to swallow you.

“Am I?” You jerked your arm away, stumbling backwards in the dark. “Because these past few days I’ve felt like a stranger, wandering these beautiful halls, looking for something in them to keep me here. There is nothing but emptiness and grief and pain and I cannot-”

He placed a hand on your cheek, your words halting on your tongue. You stepped closer into his touch, a touch that you had been aching to feel for days. Simon dipped his head down, bringing your lips slowly to his own.

His movements were fast and urgent, his lips moving against yours like he depended on you for breath. You felt the familiar feeling rush over you. It was the intense feeling you’d felt so many times at the beginning of your marriage, one you had feared you’d never feel again. But it wasn’t enough.

“Simon, wait.” You pushed back, trying to find anything in his eyes that could explain to you why he’d been acting so distant. “Talk to me, my love.”

He tried. He wanted so desperately to be able to share with you his fears, but every time he opened his mouth he felt like that stuttering little boy again. Your gaze pleaded with him.

“Please, say something.” Still no response. You pulled out of his grasp forcefully, that feeling fleeing just as quickly as it had come. “Tomorrow, I am leaving for London. At least there I will not be reminded how little I must mean to you.”

You gave him no chance to reply, vanishing into the dark night while he furiously went back into his office, knocking almost every paper off his desk. Simon craved to follow you back to your quarters and show you what you really meant to him, but his feelings didn’t matter. You were miserable and it was his doing.

Still, the idea of being away from you, the feeling of abandonment sunk into him like sharp claws. It was dark and grim and kept him awake, pacing back and forth in the confines of his office. That night, he did not get a moment’s rest.

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It’s more than I can bear

Days passed, each one quieter and darker than the last. You were gone. He had watched your carriage leave from his window, solemn and alone. Each day he waited. He waited to hear the rattling of the carriage, the pounding of the horse’s hooves. He left the door to his office open as if he expected you to walk in like nothing had happened. In fact, he hardly left his office at all in hopes that his waiting would conjure you somehow.

It was the fifth day of your absences when he received the letter. Lady Danbury started by inquiring as to why his wife was in London unaccompanied, but it was the end of the letter that sent an icy fear through his blood. You had fallen ill and had doctors in and out of the house for the last two days. While she did not know the severity of your illness she had heard that you had been bed ridden and unable to take any visitors. She feared the worst.

Simon didn’t waste a second readying his horse and taking off towards the city. It didn’t matter how many hours the ride took, he went on without stopping. His horse sped through the city, having little care for the foot traffic around him. Hastings house stretched ominously over him, adding to the dread filling his chest. He didn’t wait for a servant to open the door, he didn’t wait to be shown to your room. He ran through the halls like a mad man only to find your quarters empty.

“Your Grace?” Your lady's maid gasped, nearly dropping the bundle of fabrics she was carrying. “I-I thought you were staying in-”

“Where is she?” He barked, making her jump. He didn’t mean to frighten the poor girl, but he did not have the patients for explanation.

“S-she’s having tea with Lady Danbury in the drawing room.” The girl squeaked. His confusion was quickly replaced by rage and he stormed into the drawing room, Lady’s Danbury’s letter crumpled in his fist. Your eyes widened at the sight of your husband, sweating and disheveled.

“Simon, what are you-”

“Your Grace, how wonderful for you to join us.” Lady Danbury smiled triumphantly.

“Is this meant to be some kind of cruel joke to you?” He snapped viciously. You’d never seen him this way before and, frankly, it frightened you. Lady Danbury didn’t seem phased. “My life is not a game for you to meddle in!”

“Someone had to show you how much you stand to lose, your Grace.” She said, keeping incredibly calm under the circumstances.

“How dare you.” Simon was seething. “You wretched woman-”

“Simon!” You exclaimed, jumping up from your seat. “A word, your Grace.” You opened the door to the garden and waited outside for him to join you.

“I think it’s time for you to leave.” Simon glared. Lady Danbury stood and walked past him with enviable elegance.

“Don’t lose her, your Grace. Not when she’s finally made you believe in love.” She left without further comment.

Simon finally walked out and you resisted the urge to slap him. Your fists were balled at your sides and you were walking furiously back and forth on the path.

“How dare you come here and speak to my guest in such a manner.” You wanted to scream and cry and kiss him all at once. “What on earth are you doing here, anyway?”

“Lady Danbury sent me a lie in order to get me to come here.” He finally let the exhaustion of his ride rush over him and he leaned against the wall.

“And what lie could have been so great to get you to leave your office?” You scoffed. Simon’s face softened.

“She said that you were ill.” He said quietly, his voice betraying the truth. For those few hours before he arrived were the most terrifying he’d ever experienced. “I thought that… I was afraid I would lose you.”

“You haven’t seemed that concerned these past weeks.” You muttered in irritation. Simon’s face fell.

“Do you really believe that?” He asked with such pain in his voice it nearly broke your heart. “That I am not concerned for your well being? That I do not care if you are hurt or-or sick?”

“What else am I to believe, Simon?” You said, exasperated and exhausted with his constantly shifting moods towards you. “You avoid me at all costs when I am with you, you have suspended any affection towards me, and now you tell me that you came all this way because you thought I was ill? I don’t understand you, your grace, I truly don’t.”

“Everything I have done has been for your benefit.” He stepped towards you. “My affection towards you runs deeper than I could possibly explain and that is why I cannot condemn you to a life cast into my darkness.” His eyes did not look through you now. Rather, they pierced down to your very soul. You stood in shock, trying to find the right words to convey your true feelings.

“Simon…” You gasped, laying a hand on his chest to feel his racing heartbeat. “You are not a shadow. You are the moon. Yes, you have darkness. Yes there are parts of you that I do not yet understand, but that does not mean I do not wish to know you. You are the guiding light in my darkest nights. You are my husband and I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and brought his lips to yours. It was like your first kiss, hesitant at first, but soon evolved with passion and need. Simon cupped your face in his hands and vowed.

“I will not hide my love from you again. I will cherish you the way you are meant to be. And I will remind you how dear you are to me every moment I can.” He brushed a joyous tear from your cheek. “For evermore.”

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prettyvampiress96 · 3 years ago

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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

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free-pool-trash · 4 years ago

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come off it - george weasley

i wrote this because i was bored and in my george feels :) if you know me irl no you dont

word count: 5k

warnings: swearing, y/n absolutely bullying draco 💓😌, angst at the start for 0.2 seconds, mentions of blood, umbridge being a bitch, kissing 😽 slytherin!reader

summary: george wants to break up just until you graduate to keep umbridge off your case but it comes out wrong. eventually you both agree to keep your relationship on the low until you can see each other at graduation <3 (im terrible at summaries)

this is my first time ever writing for hp so please let me know what you think, id love feedback <3 reblogs are so appreciated

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The silence was screaming, the room completely devoid of volume, and yet, you’d never heard anything quite so loud.

He never moved from his spot, perched on the arm of an old grandfather chair, his head hung and his hair blocking his eyes from view, hiding any chance you had of reading his expression.

Feeling suffocated by his lack of dialogue, you spoke up again, your voice nothing more than a whisper to be swallowed up by the silence, “So, that’s that then.”

The quiet in the room didn’t bother you so much after you heard the words that had slipped from your lips, you could find solace in the hollow silence. Relating it to your thundering heart, that was beating rapidly, but the thought that you no longer knew what it was beating for left you like the aforementioned silence; hollow.

“I’m sorry, love.” His voice, as smooth as ever, brought your thoughts back to the situation at hand. All you managed was the weak shake of your head, willing your wet eyes to dry out before you lost hold of what little dignity you had left.

How could you possibly cry? You wondered miserably.

If you had only listened to the whispers in the back of your mind, you’d have seen this coming, foolish girl. You scolded yourself mentally.

“Don’t be.” You told him simply. Regaining your composure long enough to make it to the exit of the room, you spared the boy one last glance, he was looking at you then, brown eyes cloudier than you’d ever seen them.

What would he have to be sad about? This had been his choice, after all.

With a steadying breath you left the room, uttering an almost pathetic, “Look after yourself, Georgie.”

Only when he was sure you were truly gone did he allow his tears to fall, he hadn’t wanted to end things with you, not really.

It was for the best though. Tensions were high in Hogwarts at the minute, with Umbridge’s take over of the school putting everyone on edge. George knew well enough that the pink sporting she devil wouldn’t take too kindly to the prestigious, pure-blooded, princess of Slytherin embroiled with the likes of him. A supposedly lowly Weasley. A blood traitor.

Of course, status never mattered to you, or to your family for that matter. But it mattered to the new headmistress and George couldn’t bear the idea of putting you on the wretched witches radar knowing that he and Fred would be leaving you before the end of term.

He hadn’t expected it to be so bloody hard though. He thought he’d breeze through it with the thought process of “it’s only temporary”, as he’d initially intended. His plans for a temporary reprieve were hushed the second he saw your heart shattering right before his eyes.

You should’ve known really, you can’t just break up with the girl you’ve been completely in love with since third year out of nowhere. Merlin, you’ve really done it this time, haven’t you? She must think you’re a right tosser.

He reprimanded, the words trapped in the confines of his muddled mind.

His sadness turned to anger as it dawned on him, he’d just let you go and for what? Merlin, his mother was going to kill him.

Molly Weasley absolutely adored you, George recalled the first time he’d introduced you to his family. You’d been so nervous, it wasn’t every day a Slytherin found themselves in the midst of mostly Gryffindors.

Of course, yourself and George were just friends at the time. Fred had been the one who had begged you to visit the burrow as a matter of fact.

George cringed at the thought of the letter he’d surely be getting from his mother when she got wind of what he’d just done.

Overcome with frustration, George lifted himself from the arm of the chair and began storming through the stone halls in search of you. The conversation, if you could even call it that, hadn’t gone the way he planned.

He’d planned to sit down with you, talk you through his thought process and then hopefully you’d promise each other to rekindle your love in six months after you graduated.

Obviously that’s not how it ended up going. He’d screwed it up completely, he’d frozen on the spot and suddenly he’d forgotten everything he had planned to say.

He spotted you then, sluggishly moving down the corridor, small sniffles emitted from your retreating form and George jogged to reach you.

His large hand grasped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks, “Wait. Please.” His voice was strained, pleading.

Inhaling shakily you turned to face him again, the redhead tried his best to ignore your red rimmed eyes as he could already feel his guilt eating him alive as he held your wrist.

You didn’t speak. Just looked at him expectantly.

Carefully, his hand slipped from your wrist to your own hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Can we talk?” You nodded wordlessly, allowing him to lead you wherever he intended to go.

The pair of you didn’t speak until you reached your destination. You found yourself standing in the privacy of the astronomy tower, hugging yourself to lessen the chill you felt when George released your hand, you stared at him expectantly, praying that you wouldn’t cry anymore.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did.” He confessed while taking a calculated step closer to you, acutely aware of your habit of simply walking away if you felt as though you were being ridiculed. It was a characteristic that he loved about you, you didn’t take anyone’s shit, including his. Which is why he wanted to keep a close proximity, knowing that there was a very real possibility that he’d say the wrong thing and you’d tell him to shove it.

“First of all, I love you. I don’t want you thinking for a second that I don’t.” He couldn’t quite hold back his grimace as you shuddered and turned your face away, staring out at the view as opposed to at him.

With an aggressive sniff you blinked away the water forming in your eyes before meeting his gaze again, “Then what is this about then?” Your tone was demanding, the cold air making itself comfortable in your bones while you waited for an answer.

George took another step forward, the sound of your shaky voice sending a pang directly to his heart. Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed hold of your arms, just above your elbows.

“I want to be with you more than anything, honest. But I can’t have you in Umbridge’s bad books because of me, especially when Fred and I will be gone in two weeks.” He tried his best to explain, his grip on you softening when he felt your body become less rigid, although you still shook slightly from the cold.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?” You chastised him weakly, your lips turning downward as you realised he was right. Umbridge had been on your case since she had arrived, with being the top student in her house, she didn’t take kindly to your “fraternisation with the likes of them”.

He let out a sigh, tugging you gently to his chest, his long arms wrapped around you tightly. “Because I’m a knobhead.”

His words had obviously been intended to get a laugh out of you and he was pleased to confirm that it had worked when he heard the soft giggle leaving your lips.

You gave his shoulder a halfhearted whack, “Yeah, you are.”

“Are you still breaking up with me?” You asked, voice a whisper, arms tightly around his waist, afraid if you loosened your grip he’d disappear.

George chuckled at that, “I was never breaking up with you, love.” His lips met the top of your head before he continued, “I just think we should keep a low profile for a bit.”

“I hate it when you’re right.” Your grumbled, pulling away from his hold slightly to look into his eyes.

“I know this isn’t ideal… but we’ll get through it. I need you in one piece for our wedding, after all.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows and causing you to bark out a laugh.

“One minute you’re breaking up with me and the next your banging on about marrying me? I’ll never understand you Weasley.” You reciprocated his teasing, eyes finally dry and shining a little brighter than they had been just a few minutes prior.

George lowered his face close to yours, your noses nudging together ever so slightly as his mouth, formed in a grin, hovered in front of your own. “I’ve got to keep you interested somehow, love.”

With that his lips met yours, his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks when you began to move your lips in unison with his and your own hands tangled in his ginger hair.

All too soon, he removed his lips from yours and rested his forehead on yours. “Maybe we should make up some code words.”

“Like what?” You entertained him, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as he thought about possible code words.

“Right, how about this? When I say “ Merlin, you’re hard work”” he spoke, his hands leaving your cheeks to make air quotes and you watched him fondly as his hands moved to your hips, “That will mean. You’re bloody incredible and I wish I could snog you right here on the spot.”

Throwing your head back, you laughed, “Perfect.”

Then you paused, thinking for a response and then you bit back a smile, hands sliding to his chest pushing him away ever so slightly, “And when I say “Oh, come off it, Weasley” that will mean You’re a prat but I love you regardless.” A dopey smile crossed his lips.

“I’m choosing to ignore the part where you called me a prat.”

Innocently, you shrugged your shoulders, “You are a prat.” George scoffed at that, pulling you into his chest again, rocking your bodies together and lulling you into a sense of tranquility as your cheek rested against his chest.

He let out a long sigh, tightening his grip around you, muttering cheekily in your ear, “Merlin, you’re hard work.”

A small laugh left your mouth and you looked up at him with a half hearted glare, “Oh, come off it, Weasley.”

This ‘keep it on the down low’ plan was to put it plainly: dreadful. Acting as though you and George had broken up didn't do too much to keep Umbridge off your back. What it did do however was have, what seemed like every girl in the entire castle, crowding around your boyfriend in hopes of being the next one to catch his attention.

He entertained them all with charming smiles and false niceties, more often than not passing them over to Fred, who basked in the new found attention.

Not that George was the only one being bombarded with love offers, you had your fair share of Slytherin boys sniffing around you over the last couple of days.

One boy had been particularly persistent though, and it was easy to see it was driving the youngest Weasley twin absolutely mental.

The boy in question was currently sat beside you at the Slytherin table in the great hall, doing his very best to keep you interested in what he was saying.

“I don’t know if I mentioned it earlier, but I’m sorry to hear about you and Weasley.” He told you, his voice uncharacteristically shy.

You supposed you shouldn’t be so curt with him, as far as Slytherin boys went Adrian Pucey was probably the kindest of the lot. With a small sigh you turned to the Slytherin chaser and gave him your best fake sad smile, “Thanks, Adrian.”

The boy cleared his throat and you couldn’t help but notice the flush beginning to form on his cheeks, Merlin he is going to be upset when he realises you're not really available.

“If you ever want to talk about it I’d be more than happy to listen.” He offered up kindly, his kindness wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, the pair of you had always been friendly with each other, but your perception told you that Adrian was definitely hoping for something a little more than friendly to come of this situation.

Giving him another small smile you nodded your head, deciding to cut the poor boy some slack, “I appreciate that. It’s been pretty strange honestly, feels like every girl in school is lining up to take my place…” You trailed off, eyes landing on George who was sat at the Gryffindor table, a fifth year Hufflepuff girl sitting way too close to him for your liking, twirling her hair and you let your eyes roll at the sight.

Adrian followed your gaze before giving you a sympathetic look, “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that left you at that, you returned your gaze to him, giving him an expectant look, “You seem more upset than I am.” You pointed out, trying not to smile at the furrow in his brow.

Adrian looked away from you towards George who was now laughing with Lee, the Hufflepuff girl now long gone, shrugging his shoulders lightly he began to speak his eyes never leaving the red headed Gryffindor, “The pair of you were great together. I just don’t see what he could possibly want that you couldn’t offer… if you ask me he’s a right idiot for letting you go.”

George was looking in your direction now, his jaw set in a tight clench as he watched Pucey playfully bump his shoulder against yours. Why on earth were you smiling at something Adrian Pucey said?

You caught his gaze from across the room, sending him a sad smile then turning back to the Slytherin beside you, keeping in character as you were very aware of Umbridge’s eyes on you and what she would consider an eligible bachelor.

“Yes well, you know how Gryffindors are. Don’t often think before they act.” You told him, pushing yourself away from the table and collecting your things.

Adrian nodded in agreement, quickly standing up too, “Um, I was wondering if you were after a new potions partner?” He asked quickly, voice shaking ever so slightly with nerves.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you glanced towards George- your usual potions partner desperately, turning back to Adrian you reluctantly nodded your head, you’d need a new partner in a week or so anyway. “Sure.”

Seeming pleased with your answer the brown haired boy sat back down and smiled happily as he watched you leave the hall.

The evening was drawing to an end as you found yourself on the balcony of the astronomy tower, eyes set on the sunset, your body leant comfortably on the railing in front of you.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the future Mrs. Pucey.” Came the voice you’d recognise anywhere, his tone teasing.

Without looking away from the view you chided him playfully, “Don’t be jealous, Georgie. Or should I say Hogwarts’ most eligible bachelor?”

You let out a content sigh as George wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder and placing a delicate kiss to the curve of your jaw, “I quite like that title. But I’d prefer to be known as your future husband.” He shot back cheekily, placing a flurry of kisses against your neck making you giggle joyfully.

As you threw your head back, your laughter was silenced by his lips catching your own in a passionate kiss, his hands moving to your hips to flip you around to face him, your back pressed against the railing now as you looked up into his eyes.

“That’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” He admitted, his hands sliding up and down your sides gently as you slid your own around his shoulders.

You hummed approvingly, pulling him towards you and placing your lips against his again, tongue moving against his as his hands gripped your hips. When you pulled away, he chased your lips, pressing short kisses to them while simultaneously pressing his body closer to yours.

“Bet Pucey wouldn’t be able to kiss you like that, eh?” George smirked cockily and you let out a breathy laugh.

Matching his energy, your hands slipped up his neck and you let them get tangled in his hair, you raised an eyebrow, “I could always go and find out… how much are you willing to bet, Weasley?” At your challenge, his lips returned your neck, dragging along the sensitive skin and making your stomach flip.

George’s lips paused right at your ear, his voice gruff and low as he whispered, “No amount of galleons would tempt me if it meant you’d be kissing that git, darling.”

“Stop, you’ll make me swoon.” You joked dryly, tugging softly on his long hair causing him to detach from your neck.

His forehead met yours as the sun finally retreated, leaving just you, George and the stars in the darkness of the tower.

“You know, you could always run away with me. Then we could go back to snogging whenever we want and that old cow wouldn’t be able to punish either one of us for too long.” You could tell he wasn’t truly joking despite the tone of his voice, you released a sad sigh, running your hands through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked.

“Mm, but imagine how incredible it’ll feel when we reunite at graduation.” He let out a small puff of air against your face, tightening his arms around you.

It was then that a worry crossed your mind, would he and Fred even bother showing up? Ron wasn’t graduating until next year, Ginny in two, so there would be no family members there for them to see. But surely they’d show up to see Lee?

“You’ll come won’t you? To graduation?” You wondered out loud, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips as he sensed your nerves.

He pressed his lips to your forehead and hugged you close, “Freddie and I wouldn’t miss it for the world, love.”

“If I don’t see you there I’ll hex you both.” You promised, snuggling into his embrace.

George let out a small chuckle, hand running down your hair with a content smile, “I don’t doubt it.”

All too soon, Fred and George disappeared from Hogwarts in a blaze of lights and explosions and you couldn’t have been prouder of them. With the ambition those boys had you sometimes questioned how they weren’t placed in Slytherin.

You’d managed to stay on Umbridge’s good side for the most part, you’d become quite close with Adrian too, but to avoid leading him on you’d fed him a story about how you were still mad about George and that you were sure he’d only broken up with you so it wouldn’t hurt you so much when he left, he accepted it far more gracefully than you’d expected and continued to be a great friend to you despite knowing you weren’t interested in anything romantic.

There was only a week left until you graduated from the school you’d called home for the past seven years and you’d managed to make it this far with no detentions with Umbridge and her favourite quill.

You were so close.

It’d been a long day of classes and you were on your way back to the Slytherin common room, Adrian by your side when you’d come across the scene.

Some of the fifth years were crowding a scared looking fourth year, you let out a low growl as you recognised Ginny to be the girl cornered by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Throwing all your previous caution to the wind you stamped towards the scene, wrapping an arm around the youngest Weasley’s shoulder and pulled her into your side protectively.

“What do you three little demons think you’re doing?” You seethed, checking Ginny over for any injuries only to find she had tears pooling in her eyes.

It was no secret that you adored the Weasleys. You’d visited the burrow six Christmases in a row and Molly has never failed to send you an owl with a present attached on your birthday. It was also no secret to the family, even George, that you’d both kill and die for little Ginny. When she’d been taken to the chamber of secrets in her very first year you’d nearly popped a blood vessel worrying about her and very nearly ended up petrified while looking for her. Your fake break up with George hadn’t changed how you felt about the family.

Malfoy scoffed, turning his nose up to you, “What’s it to you, you’re just as bad as them. Filthy blood traitor you are.” It was then Adrian stepped in, clamping a hand down on the blonde’s shoulder.

“I’d watch your mouth if you’re looking to play in the final game on Saturday.” The chaser spoke lowly, his threat scaring the younger boy only slightly.

“Oh you’re such a big hard man, Draco.” You laughed mockingly, you’d known him since he was in nappies due to the fact that your mother and his were quite close up until recent years.

Pushing Ginny gently into the grasp of Adrian who had again moved to be standing by your side, he gave her a kind smile and you nodded reassuringly and that was all she needed to go willingly to Adrian.

Now that Ginny was out of the line of fire you squared up to the spoiled brat in front of you, you were anything but intimidated by him, it was high time you gave him a little reminder of exactly why you’d been named the Princess of Slytherin for so many years.

You were never mean for no reason. In fact, everyone believed you’d been misplaced at first. That was until half the student body had watched you absolutely verbally obliterate a Ravenclaw two years above you after he’d called you a slut. You had been absolutely ruthless. Nobody dared to speak badly of you or your friends as you proved on several occasions that you’d not hold back in retaliation. It seemed that little Draco needed a reminder of this.

“You’re so cool. Bullying girls…” You told him dryly, smirking wickedly as he swallowed harshly when Crabbe and Goyle had the good sense to take a few steps back, you raised an eyebrow lowering your voice and forming your lips in a pout, “Tell me, Draco, is your daddy proud of you? Or have you yet to catch his attention?”

Draco fumed then, huffing and gritting his teeth, by now there was a small crowd forming and Ginny had retreated into the arms of Ron, another one of George’s siblings that you simply adored.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He spat out, venom lacing his words, only egging you on further.

The grin on your lips only widened and your eyebrow rose higher, “Oh? Because the last time I checked” You lowered your voice so only he could hear before going on, “He’s missed your birthday for the last three years.”

His face turned red and he lunged. Shouts came from the crowd and you considered your options, were you really, as a seventeen year old, about to fist fight a fifteen year old prat with daddy issues? You got your answer in the form of Draco connecting his first to your jaw and busting you lip. The fifth year being restrained by Adrian and Ron, both of whom looked like they were going to fight him themselves.

The crowd watched with bated breath as you dabbed a finger under your cut lower lip. Noticing the blood that now painted your finger you let out a humourless laugh and tilted your head to the side.

You were absolutely about to fist fight the fifteen year old with daddy issues.

Just as you realed your fist back, a voice that met your ears like nails on a chalkboard sliced through the jeers of the crowd, “What is going on here?”

Umbridge screamed when she took in the scene. And you’d be the first to admit it looked bad. Draco with his hands being restrained by a seventh year and your fist in the air, there was absolutely no question about what was going on.

“Why Ms.(L/n)! My office this instant!” She seethed but you could tell she was biting back that horrid grin of hers. She’d been waiting for a reason to lock you in detention with her before you left.

You didn’t bother arguing with the women as she glared at Adrian, Ron and Draco.

“Pucey, Weasley let the boy go. I will deal with the three of you later.”

She motioned for you to follow her and you obliged, sighing softly when the voice echoed from behind you, “My father will be hearing about this.” He couldn’t quit could he? Seeing as you were already in trouble, you continued walking but turned your head over your shoulder and gave him a look of agreement, “Yes Draco he’ll be hearing, but will he really be listening?”

“You have been soiling the good name of Slytherin for far too long, positively whoring yourself out to that Weasley boy.” Umbridge had been criticising you for what felt that hours, watching intently as your hand bled as you wrote.

Not too bothered you let her go on her little rant as you write out your line: house embarrassment, her words stung far less than the growing wound on your hand.

The women took a deep breath as she continued, “A bright girl like you should be putting her talents to good use not entertaining the likes of blood traitors.”

It took everything in you to bite your tongue and refrain from stabbing her with her own enchanted quill. It was funny how you’d ended up in that position really, not because of George but because of his little sister.

“I had half a mind to hold you back. But you’d only get in my way. Consider yourself lucky.” She shut up after that, obviously growing bored of your lack of response she relieved you after another half an hour.

When you got back to the dungeon Adrian was sat waiting for you, a tired smile on his face, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh how your words injure me.” You jested, flopping onto the sofa, dropping your feet into his lap.

He patted your shin with a chuckle, “How’s the hand?”

You wiggled your bloody hand at him and he winced, “Merlin, (Y/n)...” It looked at lot worse than it felt.

You only shrugged, a dazed smile on your face, “My only regret is not getting a punch in.”

“That Ginny girl is quite worried about you. Kept saying how George was going to prank her so badly for getting you in trouble.” Pucey told you, laughing lightly when you sighed dreamily at the mention of the twin you loved.

“I’ll protect her.” You murmured, thoughts trailing off, “Did I tell you he’s coming to graduation next week?” Adrian nodded, soft smile on his face.

“D’you reckon a reconciliation is on the cards?” He asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Mimicking his eyebrow movements you nodded with determination, “No doubt about it, mate.”

He barked out a laugh, pushing your feet off his lap and standing up, “Save me the details, a man’s heart can only take so much.”

With a wicked smile you watched as he walked towards the dorm stairs, “So are you going to tell that Ravenclaw girl you fancy her before the end of the week?” He went rigid then, blushing furiously as you laughed.

“How’d you find out about that?” He whined miserably.

Just like earlier, you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Saw you snogging at the back of the library.”

Adrian groaned, grabbing a cushion from the armchair by the stairs and chucked it at you, “Why’d you ask if you already knew?”

You placed your uninjured hand over your chest and faked hurt before it morphed into a triumphant grin, “Thought it’d be fun to rile you up considering you didn’t think to tell me.”

Adrian shook his head before finally heading up the stairs, “Don’t stay up too late.”

The days until graduation flew by and before you knew it you and the rest of your year were shouting in delight, a few even crying.

“(Y/n)!” Lee’s voice caught your attention and you met him with a bright smile and squeezed him tightly when he pulled you into a hug, “Come on, the twins are here!”

Being Fred and George’s best friend, Lee knew all about your fake split, never shy to tell you how utterly stupid he thought the whole thing was. But it didn’t matter anymore because the jig was about to be up. Finally.

Eagerly, you followed Lee through the crowd, rushing ahead of him when you locked eyes with George.

When the pair of you collided it was as if you’d never been apart. Your hands immediately tangled in his hair as he lifted you from around the waist, spinning you around excitedly before placing you down but keeping his arms around you

“Merlin, I’ve missed you.” He whispered lowly into your ear, you pulled your lip between your teeth, and leaned away to look at him fondly.

“Hi.” You whispered, a huge grin on your face.

“Hello.” He whispered back, the look on his face nothing short of enchanted when he studied you for the first time since he left.

Without another word you used your grip on his hair to bring his lips to yours, kissing him softly through your smile as you heard Ginny giggling from her place beside Molly.

George grumbled at the short length of the kiss, settling for holding you hard and leaning down to whisper, “You’re hard work, my love”

With a laugh you pecked his cheek adoringly, staring deeply into his eyes as you murmured with a shit eating grin, “Come off it, Weasley.”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #weasley twins x reader

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endeavours-firey-pubes · 5 years ago

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Selfish intentions.

Warnings: dirty talk, mild slut shaming, fucking in someone else's bedroom, Dom Deku, mentions of panty stealing. NSFW. This is just fucking filth. I did this in basically a quirkless college au so all characters are 18+ aged. Thanks. This is also like 1000 words.

Maybe this was a bad, bad idea. Could you bring yourself to care? Not at all. Not when Izuku Midoriya so eagerly buried his tongue in your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your clit while two of his thick fingers worked open your cunt. Vaguely, you wondered if by the time you were done Katsuki would know you both came on his sheets.

Your hand tangled in Izuku's thick hair, making him moan when you tugged from the scalp. The noise causes your clit to twitch against his tongue from the zap of pleasure it caused. Fuck, why was he so damn good at this? You looked down, watching as he lost himself in your taste, his hips grinding against the sheets of the mattress that were clearly neither of yours. God you could cum right then, knowing your juices stained his face and the sheets below you.

Being in a place you weren't supposed to be in made it so much hotter.

Inwardly Izuku was almost mush, he loved eating you out already but knowing that it was him who was making you feel this way and only him drove it home. He supposed he shouldn't be this petty, after all it's not like he could truly blame Katsuki for his panty thieving but...you were HIS girlfriend and part of him was pissed off that Katsuki had the audacity to even think of you sexually, to think about touching you at all. He resolved, if Kacchan didn't get this fucking hint, if you'd let him he'd fuck you in front of him.

After all, Kacchan had to learn his place; but for right now he was focused on you. Tracing the letters of his name on your clit as his fingers crooked up to hit that spongy spot inside you that had him crying out his name and pulling his hair. He ignored his throbbing length in the confines of his sweatpants in order to properly please you, tasting the sweetness of your release was always his favorite part. He could almost taste how close you were, feeling how your walls fluttered against his fingers as your cries rose in pitch.

His name fell off your lips like prayers in a church and his eyes fluttered when he tasted all you had to offer, lewd slurping noises coming from tasting the sweetness of your cum making it hard for you to think. When he pulled away you could only whine in protest, almost pouting as he took your shaky legs off his shoulders.

“Turn over, hike up that pretty little ass for me princess.” His voice seemed raspier, darker than you were used to as you obeyed his command, yelping when smacked your ass. The sting of it felt good on your heated flesh.

“Good girl, you're already a mess and I've barely started.” You could feel his grin as you hear rustling clothes before feeling his cock head slide between your dripping folds, he was fucking teasing you. A mewl leaves your lips and you arch deeply, inviting him to slide into you but he continues his teasing instead. Finding your sweet whines and moans intoxicating to his ears and his ego, you're begging for him.

“P-please Izuku, please stop teas- oh!” Your pleads were clipped short as he slid his thick cock home inside you with one thrust. Your ass hitting his thighs with a soft smack. You moaned, you could never get used to how his cock stretched you out. You could feel how every delicious ridge and vein dragged against the walls of your cunt with even the slightest movement. He let himself be still for a moment, his hands rubbing your hips to let you adjust a tad before he started his thrusts.

He was driving you insane, the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls with every slow, mind numbing thrust he made. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of your walls he could explore but it was too slow, making your body hot with the need to be fucked like the dirty slut you are. You could tell this was on purpose, Izuku was always a wretched tease when it came down to it. One more pleasurable but oh so slow thrust made you snap at him.

Looking back at him you glared, “Fuck me like you fucking mean it or maybe I'll kick you out and wait for Bakug- OH.” Your words got cut off as a squeal like moan left your lips, Izuku starting a punishing pace as he pushed your head down to the sheets. His movements rougher than you were used to from him, more dominant.

“He couldn't fuck you good as me anyway.” He rasped, fucking into you harder with every word. His hand on the small of your back to keep you arched for him, his other hand gripping your hip. “Look at you, a fucking mess on my cock. Pussy fucking dripping so much I can feel it on my thighs.” You whimpered, not used to how crude he was being, the words making your ears burn but you loved them.

“I'm making you gush more than he could ever dream of and that's the point.” His hand that was on the small of your back crept up to your hair, pulling hard enough to make your back bow, head up and mouth open in a gasp. “You're mine and I'm gonna leave his sheets a mess with the fucking proof that you're mine.” The low tone of his voice sent shots of pleasure right to your core, a wet squelching sound echoing in the small dormitory from just how wet you were and how hard he was fucking you.

“Don't be afraid to make a mess on my cock, on the sheets, cause I'm gonna fuck you til you're squirting all over them.” The hand that was on your hip left to press against your throat, squeezing at it just enough to make your vision blur.

“He'll like it anyway. Since the fucking pervert steals your panties, I'm gonna make sure your juices even stain his pillow.” If you could see Izuku, you'd have seen the feral glint in his eyes as he sped up his thrusts. Determined to fuck you into an oblivious, incoherent mess while he had the time.

Katsuki had returned late in the night to his dorm, wrinkling his nose slightly when he opened the door at the smell of what seemed like sex. He looked around, brows furrowed in slow building anger but everything looked the same. Except one thing, a pair of very familiar red laced panties rested, soiled on his desk. There was a note with them that said enjoy and he recognized that it was the shitty nerds handwriting.

“Fucking Deku.” He rasped, trying to ignore the fact that his cock stirred in his gym shorts.

#bnha smut #Deku smut #deku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #mha smut #this is so...dirty.#😣😣 im almost too shy to post.

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writers-hes · 4 years ago

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Fucking Harry | Summer Feeling Challenge

Hi, guys! How are you? I’m finally back with an all new fic called ‘Fucking Harry’. This is an entry to @helladirections ‘s Summer Feeling Challenge. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2884 masterlist + if you love me come clean masterlist be a part of my taglist! SUMMER FEELING MASTERLIST (over 40+ fics about summer. angst, fluff, and smut!!!) SUMMARY: You were back in the same place where you last fell in love, alone again. You prayed to God that he was here. Chanting his name multiple times under your breath until he appears right beside you—but you knew that no magic in the universe will do that for you. You were born unlucky, after all. Story Theme: Theme Parks unedited

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It’s that time of the year again. You knew, because suddenly, the upcoming summer started to be gloomy. You hated summer more than you hated anything. Everybody was off to go to their country clubs, get summer jobs, go on trips with friends, fall in love…ick. Summer love? That doesn’t last anyway. Once summer is over, the person you fell in love with leaves you alone and gives you nothing else. Even if they were your friend at first. You agreed that you’ll be friends first and then lovers. Who could blame you two anyway? You were both lonely that summer. All your friends were away while you were stuck in Italy.

Fucking Italy.

You both agreed that there was something about Italy. It’s romantic. He kissed you just like how the sun kissed your skin. He made love to you in the private confines of his home there…and in the beach, in the yacht, well, he basically made love to you everywhere. You hung onto him like a necklace. Love marks littered his body and he showed it off to everyone—wearing polos with the buttons intentionally stopping right under his swallows or not wearing anything at all. You believed his words like a gospel and everything he said seemed like a prayer. That was him for you and perhaps all of the boys and the girls adoring him in everything that he did.

Now, you were back in the same place where you last fell in love, alone again. You prayed to God that he was here. Chanting his name multiple times under your breath until he appears right beside you—but you knew that no magic in the universe will do that for you. You were born unlucky, after all.

“Harry, Harry, Harry…fucking Harry,” you groaned, annoyed. Italy is just associated with Harry and it was fucking annoying. Why did you come to Italy in the first place? It’s unlike you to go back to a place associated with bad memories—the reason why you never went back to your hometown. But then again, you saw that there was a seat sale on some airline and that your boss told you to go take a break because you’ve been working non-stop since that wretched summer happened. You shook your head, an attempt to get rid of the guy inside your mind. So you walk, head on, in the streets of Florence where you fantasised the tow of you roaming around Cinque Terre, a city that overlooked the ocean. You remembered that Cinque Terre was a sight in itself. The city was adorned with hues of blue, yellow, red, and pink buildings. It had five towns and it was secluded from other cities. It was a nice life where you can buy pastries and greet the baker. Everybody knew everyone and Harry Styles was very well-known.

To be completely honest, you didn’t know how Harry Styles managed to stay in your mind for two years. You can still remember the rasps and the moans when you had sex—an ear-worm that haunted you to this very day. Still, you couldn’t help but smile when you took a trip to the theme park. A place where you and him considered solacing. It was loud in there, the mechanics of the rides replaying inside your head, little Italian children and international tourists asking their mothers to get them a toy.

Perhaps you could visit the theme park alone this time. You knew that it was open at this season. Everyone’s there and it’s summer. You stopped a small bakery to get some bread for lunch. You and Harry went to this place, around noon, to get a croissant sandwich that Harry raved about. You also remembered how much he liked their focaccia flowers. You entered, the smell of coffee and freshly baked bread enveloping your senses. You were giddy—they served the best bread in the world. You walked to the counter, smiling at the same baker that greeted you two years ago.

“Ciao, bella!” the man greeted.

“Hi. May I get a ham and cheese croissant sandwich and Caffe Latte?” you asked him, remembering your order from the last time you went here.

“Cosa certa,” he said, listing your orders on a notepad. “For who?”

“Y/N,” you replied, opening your wallet to retrieve your card. The barista nodded as you paid for the food.

“Grazie,” he said. “My boy will call your name and you can get your food,”

“Grazie,” you replied, walking away from the man and his cheeriness. You sat down on a chair where you can view the busy streets outside. You sighed sadly. The last time, you were the couple sitting a couple of tables from you—enveloped in each other’s hands, unaware of the prying eyes.

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“Ah, fuck!” you exclaimed once you were inside your hotel room, exhausted from the wishful thinking and the walking. You walked towards the balcony and sighed, opting to open a bottle of wine from the mini bar. Getting wine drunk in Florence, Italy doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Or maybe it was because the next day, you opened your emails. Hungover, you looked to see that you had an e-ticket to the theme park. Then, you remembered that in a courageous rush, you bought one in hopes of seeing the man with green eyes again. So in a haste, you were up and dressed, a plastic cup of coffee in your hands, in a cab to the amusement park. You watched the panoramic view outside your video and you wondered how a love like yours and Harry’s ended like it did. It was sad, really. He just left and in harsher terms, he ghosted you once you landed back in America. Fucking Harry.

You sighed, for the nth time—ready to just combust and call Harry. But you can’t, so you just chanted his name again, until it was time for you to enter the gates of the theme park. You looked at it, it was all the same. All the fucking same and you were reliving everything alone. You walked around the theme park and it was gigantic. There were trees that shaded the walkways and families taking photos of their children. You smiled at the sight, love and joy radiating the place but for some reason, you can’t be bothered. You were alone in a sea of people bonding and it just sucked. You sat inside one of the cafes in the theme park and got yourself his favourite Americano. What else is there anyway? He made you a godforsaken mess—an idiotic fool. You were busy looking through your phone, chanting his name under your breath when a pair of black Old Skool Vans appeared on your line of sight. You looked up and there he was, looking at you, his mouth agape. He seemed to be alone too and you were there too, speechless how he found his way to you. Perhaps all your chanting was true and the universe wanted you to meet again.

“Y/N?” he breathed, pulling the chair in front of you, a Caffe Latte in his hand. “How have you been? What brings you to Italy? Why are you here?”

“Hold on,” you replied, still in shock at the wonder in front of you. Harry was here. He was here and he was real because the way that he was looking at you right now was the same way he looked at you before. “Harry…how are you here?”

“I asked first,” he said, seeing the Americano in your hand and how you were still in sync with him because he got you your favourite.

“I took a break from work and saw that there was a seat sale going here so I decided to stay here. Yeah,” you nodded, awkward.

“I drove here from London. I stopped by France and I decided to go to Italy too,” he replied, clearing his throat. “How have you been?”

“Been better,” you admitted. “I mean, it’s Italy,”

“Yeah, I feel the same,” he replied. “Y/N, love. We’re here in Italy, in an amusement park. Do you want to try out some rides and just forget for a little while?”

“What do we do?” you asked.

“Just…relive Italy together even just for this day,” he said. “I do need a hand to hold onto in the roller coaster,” he said, extending his hand. It was true. He was a little bit of a scaredy cat in some rides and you were the hand that he held onto when he needed reassurance that everything will be okay. You thought about it. It would be nice to spend Italy with someone.

“Alright but we're not talking about what happened last time, okay?,” you nodded and he beamed.

“Alright,”

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“Are you sure you want to ride the roller coaster?” you asked him. You were in a queue and were close to the entry gates. Harry was shaking like a flower.

“Relive it, right?” he said, forcing a smile. “I want to, Y/N,” I want to hold your hand again, he thought. There was absolutely no way for him to ride on this goddamn roller coaster but you liked how free it made you feel. The ups, and downs, and the spikes made you feel liberated. It made you feel something and you liked how your hair flew everywhere. He didn’t want to ride the death trap but if it meant seeing you smile genuinely and holding your hand when he’s scared, then he wouldn’t mind a little sacrifice. You smiled at him, excited.

“I promise, after we finish the ride, you can lean on me if your legs wobble,” you teased and Harry laughed. He might take you up on that offer.

“You’re so mean to me,” he pouted but smiling anyway as he saw you chuckle. “Will you treat me to a nice scoop of gelato after? I was thinking...pistachio or cherry,”

“Alright,” you said, nodding. The queue to the rollercoaster became shorter and shorter and you were bouncing on your feet in anticipation while Harry bounced for the opposite reason. Soon, you were inside the little carts, waiting for the operator to finish setting up everybody.

“You want me to hold your hand, Harry?” you asked, opening your palm for him to squeeze.

“Yes, please,” he nodded, gulping thickly. “You know how queasy I get sometimes,” he chuckled nervously, wiping his sweaty hand on his blue denim before encasing your hand with his. “I’m sorry if my hands get sweaty,”

“It’s alright. Thank you for coming with me to ride it anyway,” feeling nauseous at the familiarity of the scene unfolding before you. Harry’s leg bouncing, his hand and yours, the sweat on your forehead from the heat, and the love that you felt for him. You wanted to scream at him, push him, and ask him what the fuck happened between the two of you. The way that he’s looking at you right now, through the facade of his anxiety, was love and you knew that.

“May we please remind you to keep your seatbelts on, be seated, and most of all, enjoy the ride,” a woman spoke, triggering the machine to pull back slightly and slowly riding up the small bump, before speeding down to the ground.

Harry was hysterical beside you, screaming while closing his eyes in fear. His grip on your palm became tighter and you smiled, screaming at the top of your lungs. The frustration, anger, sadness, and hurt all coming out and nobody cared. This was freedom. You screamed some more until your lungs gave out.

“Fuck!” you heard the man beside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,”

“It’s okay, Harry!” you screamed in return. “We’re about to land,” you added, seeing that you were about to enter the station again. The coaster slowed down, stopping at its designated spot. You looked at Harry, who was red. You were pretty sure that there were tear stains on his cheeks but you ignored them.

“Thank you for riding our famous roller coaster. We hope to see you again,”

“Hope my ass. You will never see me set foot on this shit again,” Harry muttered under his breath, making you laugh. The safety locks on your chairs are lifted and you lead him to the exit. He was heaving, and had wobbly legs.

“You okay?” you asked. “I’m sorry if I had to make you go through that. We can try on other rides if you want to,” you offered.

“No, no more rides, please. Just wanna sit and play carnival games later. With the big toys, you know?” Harry said, rushing on the first bench that he sees. It actually takes a while before Harry calms down again. He laid on the bench for what seemed like an hour, bottles of water on his stomach that it makes you wonder if it was alright to just tell him to go home and leave things at that. You were about to speak when Harry interrupted you.

“Y/N,” he called. “Do you...maybe want to leave this place and have dinner with me?”

“Harry...I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you replied. “Only here, remember? After this, I have to go back to my hotel and you back to where you’re from,”

“Please, Y/N...I have so many things to tell you,” he said, sitting up so you could sit beside him. You didn’t, opting to stay on the bench beside where he was. The distance was frustrating Harry but he respected your boundaries. “Well, I’ll say it here then,”

You nodded, uneasy. Harry sounded serious and solemn in what’s supposed to be a happy place.

“I’m sorry I left,” he started, making you gasp at his bluntness. “I really am. Look, the last time I went here was with you and it was the best trip that I have ever had. I knew that it was something that I would cherish for the rest of my life but--”

“Why did you leave me?” you asked, facing him. “Do you know how I felt when you left? When we landed back, you changed. You just left and I couldn’t call or text you. I received text messages from you thrice a month and that was you being generous,” you told him, newfound courage surging through your bloodstream.

“I was scared,” he admitted, making you chuckle pathetically.

“What about me? Wasn’t I scared too? It’s been two years. You can’t just decide to pop in anytime you want and leave when it’s convenient. Did you even mean it when you said that you loved me?” you asked, defeated. People started to notice the fight that broke out with you two and they started to recognise who Harry was. You noticed too so you stood up. Harry trailed behind you until you stopped at a more private part of the park.

“You know I love you, petal,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I told you to never doubt that, right? I love you still, Y/N and I’m sorry,”

“Harry--why are you here? Why did you insist on reliving what we had two years ago?” you asked, desperately trying. He was hiding and you were sure of it but he didn’t budge, shrugging.

“I’m sorry. I don’t--don’t know why I did what I did and then doing what I’m doing now. You know I’m not a man of regrets but I’ve been feeling so alone and lonely and I miss you.I love you I really do but that night, when we landed...I realised how Italy can only happen in Italy.There’s so many people prying on my business and I don’t know how they’ll react,”

“You’re ashamed of me,” you concluded, nodding at his confession. Harry was rendered speechless. It wasn’t as if he was ashamed. He was scared of how the public will react when you’re revealed to the world. “You’re fucking ashamed of me because I’m not like you?” you ask him, and Harry could feel the venom dripping from your words. “I--I can’t do this,” you exclaimed, tears on your cheeks. You laughed pathetically at yourself, straightening your back and walking. Harry was Harry so he grabbed you by the arm, ready to apologise and admit his mistake but you snatched your arm away from his grasp.

“Don’t,” you seethed. “Don’t fucking touch me. Don’t talk to me, don’t think of me. Leave me the fuck alone, Harry. I swear to God,” you warned, walking away from the boy who broke your heart for the second time. Harry was slumped over, his figure becoming smaller and smaller in the Italian sunset and you sobbed, leaving your heart with the man who took it.

You were hoping for a change but now, you were back in the same place where you last fell in love, alone again. You prayed to God that he was following you. Calling out your name multiple times above the crowd that was starting to appear until he appears right beside you—but you knew that no magic in the universe will do that for you. You were born unlucky, after all.

“Harry, Harry....fucking Harry,”

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lesyeuxdeflwr · 4 years ago

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NOTRE AMOUR INTERDIT. [ OUR FORBIDDEN LOVE. ]

☆ warnings : cursing ( probably ) BOLD IS NARRATOR’S DIALOGUE. BOLD ITALIC IS [BLONDIE] RED LOCKS’ CHANNEL. Character names are kind of cringey since I based it on Ever After High characters.

☆ pairing : kuroo tetsurou x reader <3

☆ AU : EVER AFTER HIGH! x HAIKYUU!

★ sypnosis : You and kuroo weren’t the least ideal pairing if you were to be a teensy weensy honest to your own uneasy and scattered thoughts. Okay maybe SCARTCH THAT, you had to be MASSIVELY honest. I mean for real, the daughter of Belle and the Beast, a royal; coupled up with the son of the vicious Gaston, a rebel? Both of your parents and Headmaster Grimm thinks the both of you can seriously do much better. "If you’re a Royal. You must marry a Royal. If you’re a Rebel, you must marry a Rebel." The bullshit they would say. Apparently Kuroo and you thought the opposite.

★ author’s note : I haven’t wrote in so long 😇🙏 I myself find this absolutely cringe worthy but I tried 😬😬. I was and still absolutely in love with Ever After High so I just wanted to give it a try, like the idea just popped into my mind and wow "seems cool" 😱😔🙏😯✋🤨❌😐🙏

You and kuroo never wished to be stucked in both of your parents wretched legacies. It was something you never asked for and will never ever need. And ever since you knew you were destined to dump his ass just for a so Prince Charming and for you to be able to live happily ever after with that so called 'Prince', it was an definite no. Your story was just like any other tragic heck of of a love story. Just like Romeo and Juliet..but definitely without the dying part, you thought. And this time you were dedicated to stop the multiple dragging of the stereotypical cycle that had been stretched on for long ages and decades, it had absolutely sicken you to death. Kuroo and you were just teenagers. Both who love each other to death to even have the biggest confidence to rebel against your parents. Plus Kuroo wasn’t anything like his dad. His dad was arrogant, vicious, overly narcissistic, obsessive, and chauvinistic. While, him. He was everything you wanted. They never deciphered who he was, to them he was the exact embodiment of his old man. But to you he was just another smart closeted nerd who gave unfunny jokes, to you he was a dorky simp who’d make flower crowns whenever you had dreamy secret garden dates, to you he looked just about like a puppy when waking up with his unusually messier bed hair, to you he was your twin flame, your other half. Though definitely he was surely narcissistic from time to time but he was nothing too overbearing. It wouldn’t make sense if he was Gaston’s son and wasn’t at all manifesting and voicing out his arrogant opinions about his looks once in a while, right?

But you couldn’t really blame him either, he was just out-rightly plain handsome. You giggled lightly a hand over your mouth, that was your first thought about him. In your first meeting. It wasn’t really a fond memory of yours at first, before you started seeing each other. You two clashed bad, hardly any space to confine in between the both your petty arguments towards each other. You were as sensitive as him as he was as sarcastic as you. You’ve never even thought of about standing two feet near his as you’d say before 'Rebel ass'. But now here you were stroking his abnormally large rooster bed hair lightly while he had his head laid on your lap humming a cute song that had been both of your favorite song ever since you’ve introduced him to the diverse beauty of music. You should thank the Cupid of Ever After High, Yachi Hitoka for having you slowly grown off your slow burn wattpad kind of story and into the land of sweetness and absolute love. "Have you ever heard of the song 'Line without a hook'?" Kuroo had asked you kissing the top of your right, soft, and feminine hand as he stood up into a sitting position, laying his head on your comfortable and long neck. "No? Is that like a type of figure of speech or a slang term I missed hearing about? I swear Alisa always tells me the new slangs." Kuroo nodded through the crook of your warm neck. "It’s kind of like me telling you that I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you. You’re a big deal, a Royal, a princess, and I’m just a Rebel, a villain whose job was to ruin everything they surrounded. I’m a line without a hook, except I do have the hook. You. you were and will always be the hook to my line. But I’m beginning to wonder if you would really want to be with me. I mean you’re just so wonderful? So beautiful, so admirable—" Before he could even process on with his ramble you’ve already chapped his lips on yours, kissing him desperately like it was the end of the cruel world— a demanding but soft kiss. It wasn’t the even the first time you kissed but holy fuck, Kuroo had still heard his loud heart beating, enough to get him into a frenzy as he felt his knees grow weaker and weaker to your touch. The way you curled your fingers around his own, your own fragrance that he loved ever since, smelled like books with a hint of freshly baked cinnamon and strawberries. He wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he’d known himself, he didn’t feel insecure because you who had been there for him, although he was too blinded with his own doubtful thoughts to see. Had basked him with affection and the warmth your body gave off. This time around he draped both arms around your own small frame and met your lips again halfway.

You’ve finally decided to rip the both of your lips from each other as you made eye contact with his soft hazel eyes, it reflecting so ethereally under the winsome hues of orange tangerine, mellow yellow, murky red the sunset had offered. "To start with I choose you and I will never choose anyone else, Kuroo. I will never not love you. You are so beautiful, so handsome. My love for you is so strong that neither a bank full of riches could break it down. Kuroo I love you, and I always will. Let’s go through this together, yeah? You don’t need to carry the burden for your own self, love. We’re in this, the two of us, together." Kuroo couldn’t help but spread a euphoric grin to his face as he tackled you into a tight hug under the cherry blossom tea. "I love you so much."

Lunch had came to Ever After High as you and Kuroo had pretended to despise each other through your expressions but something was different. He wasn’t as intense with his glares, it looked more nervous than it should have. Wait why is he standing up? Why is he carrying an enormous amount of pink roses in a big bouquet? Why are birds dropping petals around him, singing angelic and melodic tunes? Is he going towards your direction? You thought he wanted the both of you to be an unknown secret? Thoughts go through your thick head as you hadn’t notice Kuroo had already been in front of you. "You had made me realize that maybe, just maybe, we can be able to defy against all odds and stop the stereotypical cicrcle once and for all. So will you Beauty Y/n accept my public confession and mark this as our first day of not having to spend days and nights planning out hidden dates?" Before you could have comprehend your own body was not cooperating, your legs giving out as you find yourself already wrapped in kuroo’s sweet smell as he held you high up twirling you around, arms balancing you, and two goofy smiles plastered on your face. "Y/n? You and Kuroo a-are dating?" Alisa Haiba White, daughter of Snow White had asked so hesitantly. "B-but you’re a Royal? And he’s a..Rebel?!" She had opened both of her hands that looked like she was offering, transitioning over to you and Kuroo. "Totally awkward!" Terushima Yuuji Hood, son of Robin hood. Singing as he played a small rock tune on his guitar along with it. You ignored her and Hood as you stroll to the opposite side of their direction pulling Kuroo with you, he gave her an apologetic look shrugging his shoulders and obediently following you.

"A Royal dating a Rebel? That’s just not how the tale is told."

"The followed their true hearts! After all that’s kind of the things you do in True heart’s day? It’s in the title!"

"So fellow Fairy Tales! Red Locks here aka Tendou Satori, to give you reaction to the Royal Rebellious romance!"

"I think it’s hexcellent! Y/n and Kuroo decided to rewrite their destinies, what’s wrong with that?" Alisa can be heard and seen from the back, her cries and tantrums shown throughout the interview. — Interview answered by Sugawara Queen Koushi, son of the Evil Queen.

"I feel for them. I mean keeping secrets is hard.." Terushima can be seen trying to steal Kenma’s food failing as the red hooded boy, threatened him with his piercing gold eyes. —Interview answered by Kenma Kozume Hood, son of Red Riding Hood.

"A Royal and a Rebel? Heh. They’re from two different worlds—" Hot blazing fire shots towards Oikawa’s strong shield, a big and buff dragon towering over him. "I am trying to do an interview here!" He threw the shield on the ground as the dragon let out a whimper and sulked in fear. — Interview answered by Prince Oikawa Tooru Charming, son of Prince Charming.

"I’m worried about Y/n and Kuroo. If they don’t follow their destinies, their books could close...forever." — Interview answered by Alisa Haiba White, daughter of Snow White.

"Remember our quiz tomorrow, on Tiara sighs and future neck problems." You begrudgingly stride towards your best friend. "Alisa we need to talk." Alisa stopd up a sorrowful and worried look plastered on her face. "N/n this is hard for me. Which is a first because I usually handle everything so very well. I’m just surprised you didn’t trust me enough to tell me." Alisa’s hand shapes into a small crunched heart as she places it under her chin midway, into her second sentence. "I know. I just didn’t think you’d understand, well mostly because you’re very much strict in following our own destinies." Alisa creases both her eyebrows hand staying staying still under her chin. "I guess I don’t? It just doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to someone I care so much about." At this point Alisa’s arms were crosses against each other the clash of her eyebrows going even deeper.

"And so you’re telling me all these heart-shaped cakes are for your play...?" Headmaster Grimm had asked as he opened the white boxes that was offered. Cute shades of pink are shown throughout the exquisite designs of the heart-shaped cakes as it is shown in his line of sight. "Y-yeah for the play! T-they’re for the really funny scene, where Suna throws them at Yamomoto!" Yamomoto Taketora, the son of the Frog Prince. Had looked so done with his life blustering out a small, "Excuse me?!" Suna Rintarou, son of sleeping beauty. Went down the the Headmaster, as he winds up his shoulder throwing the heart-shaped cake at Yamomoto. "Very well." Both Yachi, Suna, and Yamomoto had sauntered down their shoulders a hard sigh of relief passing through their throats and out their mouths.

You walked through the rocky roads as multiple clothing, hair, shoe shops surrounded every corner of the side roads. You stopped at the shop Alisa was in your right hand touching the window as your longing gaze intenses, of course you would miss your best friend. "Hi Y/n." Duch Kōrai Hoshiumi, son of the Swan Queen had appeared in front of you suddenly as his voice held a gentle and almost desperate tone. "Duch. What do you want?" You let go of your lingering touch on the window as you walked to the opposite direction of the latter. "What do I want? My own happily every after, of course! And now that everyone knows that you’re dating a Rebel it looks like there’s one available. No hard cover books for you, boo." You look at him hurt and worried. You didn’t know whether to be worried of how he was so invested in ruining others life just because he won’t have his own happily ever after. Or be hurt by the way he told you that publicly dating Kuroo was the biggest mistake of you life. Why not just write your own destiny, like me, like Kuroo, like the both of us? "So you’re happy about Kuroo and I are dating, while my best friends aren’t happy? Maybe I did make a mistake..." Hoshiumi widens his eyes mentally slapping himself as the guilt slips in, he shakes his head. Not like he would tell anyone what he was actually feeling. "What?! No! You’re totally doing the right thing! Follow your heart...and..uh all of that.. sappy stuff.." He was too late for you were already running around the corners, laying in your shared dorm room with Suna. Am I taking back what I said to him? Am I doing the opposite of what I’ve promised to him myself? Am I going to stop ‘never not loving him'? But I can’t. I love him too much. But what about Alisa. You know what, fuck this. If she can’t accept who I love it’s not worth it to continue our friendship. We’ll keep on holding on to the person who we thought each other was rather than the present persona we have right now.

That’s what you thought.

"Sorry but I’m saving this for Y/n." Kuroo mutters placing a mirror frame with a picture of the both of you together, cuddly and kissy. The lanky teenage boy who had been rejected begins to find another seat but not without a nasty glare and an ugly leer to spare. Kuroo whistles a high pitches tune with his fingers between his lips. A squirrel and a bunny hop their way to the table wearing cute mini suits, arranging a fancy dinner plate set and an extra extravagant candle that lit up the moment it touches the table. "Hey Y/n!" Kuroo waves his thinly hand at you, clearing his dry throat. Two birds pass by you dropping your favorite kind of flowers. Tulips. And finally a hand-made flower crown is over her head, now dropping. He made the flower crown the way you like it. "Kuroo.. we need to talk." Kuroo has this sense of urgency, just from telling by the way you talked he could already comprehend it was something bad and he wasn’t ready. "Uhh..Y/n?" He never was and never will be. "I just— I thought this would be a good thing. You showing us we’re dating to the whole school. I thought it would take the pressure off but now...everything is worse." Kuroo can’t bare to look at you, if he did he would’ve broken down here and now. "W-what do you mean? I thought we were through this together? I thought I didn’t have to do this alone? Why does it feel like I’m drifting away from you again, but this time. This time it’s you whose the cause of it?" You could already feel the horror and grief you would during the aftermath of these heartbreaking events. "I-i don’t know, but what will happen to our stories, to our legacies, to our destinies. I swear I’m being such a hypocrite now but what if it is best? What if we really actually were not supposed to be for each other? I don’t want anything bad to happen to us, to you. I think— I think we should break-up."

"And so, as the Sun set in Ever After High. The students were getting fairest for the big dance."

You looked at the the side of your mirror a clear picture of you and Kuroo placed with a heart-shaped sticker. The frown on your face had become much more frowny, if that was even possible.

"Give it up for Semi Eita Piper!" Loud cheers of hilarity can be heard from the whole room as they danced to their hearts content to the cool music and beats Semi Eita Piper, the son of Peter Piper had in stored for them. "Now since True Heart’s Day hasn’t been spelebrated in such a long time I wanted to tell everyone what it’s all about. Once upon a time, there grew a very special tree. The Heart Tree. And even if the winter was harsh, and the other’s failed to bloom; the Heart Tree blossomed no matter what. And so, our Fairy Tale ancestors gave the blossoms to each other on True Heart’s Day. To show that even though it’s not always easy true love will always find a way. And so to encourage all of us to follow our true heart—" Petite and ethereal fairies fly all over the room dropping multiple numbers of hearts to the students inside each receiving colors of hot hot pink and lovely red. "Make sure to give yours to someone special to you!" Before you knew it you were already on stage with your friend, Yachi as you ask to take the mic from her and prepare for your small speech towards the only love of your life. "Excuse me— uhm can I? Kuroo? When I listened to my true heart, it tells me that you’re the only one. You’re my Prince Charming, villain or not. You’re my love, my everything, my twin flame. And I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical , and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story once again." Kuroo was about to say something but Tendou beat him to it as his curious personality spikes him up as the son of Goldie Locks. "But how can you be a Royal and date Kuroo?" He looks at you intently as if waiting for your answer, hoping it would be a good one. "If writing our own 'Happily Ever After' means I can’t be a Royal then call me Beauty Y/n the Rebel!" You pointed your left pointing finger as the once worry wart look on your face had disappeared and was replaced with a jovial and confident smirk. "Kuroo? I want to give this to you, if you’ll have it." You grin at him awkwardly offering the small heart to him. "Of course I will, I can never resist you no matter what." He would’ve begged you either way to come back to him after the part but this was a hundred times better.

"Alisa! I-i’m so sorry I just had to do it and I love him so mu—" Alisa had approached you with a frown on her face offering her small heart just like how you offered Kuroo your own heart. "I might be worried about you, and I might think you’re doing the wrong thing, but I want you to know we’ll always be friends. That’s what’s in my True heart." You smiled widely at her, finally coming into good terms and resolved the issue once and for all. "Thank you Alisa!" You let out an insanely jovial glee at her. Dragging your bed headed boyfriend, you slow danced with him. "Do you think we could have cuddly sessions after these?" He asks hesitantly playing with the hem of your silk dress. "At our cottage in the forest Sir yes Sir." You bluntly said so serious that Kuroo can’t help but laugh because you were just absolutely too cute for your own good. He leans in your forehead, ignorant to both your height differences as he basks in his own enjoyment, happiness, and joy he is now currently feeling. He is happy, you are happy, both of you are happy.

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kyouxa · 4 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 14 + CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too!

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Shu: Ngh!

Kino: You know you can’t win with a brute force approach, right? Ha!

*Kino throws dagger*

Shu: Nn… ! I’ll make sure to fully deal with you exactly that way then.

Monologue

Kino-kun has been magnificently defending himself against Shu-san’s raised sword, and the space he created while doing so was used for him to counterattack with another dagger.

However, Shu-san was luckily able to step outside the danger zone Kino-kun’s attack created.

While I watch both of them fight, I secretly pray for them to stop, and yet none of both sides shows any sign of giving up.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Kino: Kch… you’re unexpectedly good… but how will you dodge this one!?

*Kino throws another one*

Shu: Your movements are monotony.

Yui: (Good, he avoided another attack… !)

Kino: Don’t act so full of yourself. Just because you’ve been sleeping everyday, you shouldn’t act so surplus with your strength...

Shu: Seems as if you’re slowly getting anxious. You mustn’t be good at proofing your strength, are you?

Yui: (Both of them seem to have equal strength, but they also seem to slowly run out of breath…)

(However, I still know Shu-san has at least some superiority. If he continues to fight in this state… !)

Kino: Tch… he’s really unexpectedly strong...

…That’s it. I think I came up with a good idea.

Yui: (Eh… Kino-kun… why is he looking over here now?)

Shu: ...Don’t tell me

Kino: I’ll make sure to take the most important thing from you first then!

*Kino throws dagger*

Yui: Kyaaa!?

(The dagger is flying right over here!!)

Reiji: Damn it!

Shu: Fuck!

*Shu protects Yui*

Shu: Are you alright… ?

Yui: Shu-san… !

Kino: Fufu… that’s no good. You make it even easier for your rival to get a chance!

*Kino throws another dagger*

Shu: Ngh… !

Yui: Shu-san!

Kino: Fufu… you still don’t have enough? I’ll deal with your wretched self until you can only crawl then!

*Kino throws two more*

Shu: Aghh!

Yui: Ahh, stop!

*blood drops*

Shu: Don’t… worry… it just cut the side… of my arm a little...

Yui: ...Nn! You’re obviously lying to me… Nn, you’re also clearly losing a lot of blood right now… !

Kino: Yes, Yes. And you even were close enough to finally receive your highly wished checkmate!

*Kino throws two more*

Reiji: Kch… !

Yui: Reiji-san…

Reiji: I am terribly sorry, I can barely protect you with my hand already being at its limit. I do not know whether or not I can repel them all...

As we are right now, we are the same as hostages. This place is now completely under his control, it allows Kino to aim for us at any point.

Yui: Nn, then the inside of this room is—

Kino: Have you considered escaping from here? If you’d like to get covered in a concentrated fire of daggers, why don’t you try it?

Yui: ….. ! You’re playing an incredible unfair game!

Kino: Whether it’s unfair or not, I wouldn’t want someone to cause a disadvantage with protecting another, while the others are on the wage of war.

It’s not difficult to understand that your brothers are merely hindrances for yourself now too, you should be aware of that by now, huh?

Shu: ...They’re a hindrance? Don’t be stupid...

I’m only here to fight you, for the sake of protecting those guys!

*Shu stabs Kino*

Kino: Aghh!

Yui: (He caught up to the distance Kino-kun created in an instant… !)

Kino: Ngh, how dare you do this...

Shu: You can’t only win with your pathetic sword technique. Even if I’m simile to a hostage that you can damage,

You should give up on clinging onto those useless delusions about being the successor to this old man’s powers.

Kino: Useless… ? What has been useless about it!?

What does a blessed person, who naturally has everything in his life, understand about any of this anyway… !?

You, who always had sheltered upbringing, and never experienced disgrace put over yourself!!

*Kino activates something*

Shu: Nn… !

Yui: W-What’s that!?

(Some sort of semi-transparent light is surrending Shu-san’s position)

*Shu falls over*

Shu: Ngh… you… what did you surround me with… Nn

Kino: This has been created by the church, it’s a magic spell that summons a talisman to catch a vampire while being chased.

Once a vampire is confined within this power, he’ll lose the strength to move.

I’ve been saving this in case of an emergency, since it’s limited to only be used once.

Shu: Why are you even possessing this sort of thing to begin with...

Kino: Who knows? This shouldn’t be worth worrying about now anyway, right?

Even if you try struggling with this magical spell on you, you won’t be able to pass through this barrier until a certain amount of time has passed.

Right now you’re as unable to move as a dartboard getting hit with darts!

*Kino throws dagger*

Shu: Aghh!!

Yui: No, stop it! Shu-san!

Reiji: Shu!

Shu: Nn… don’t come closer, Reiji!

That guy just waits to be able to aim for you as well… so don’t move an inch from over there.

Reiji: Kch… but!

Kino: Look, Look, I wonder how many you can take? I won’t allow you to die so easily on me, ha!

*Kino throws another one*

Shu: Ah… !

Yui: No! Stop it!!

(Shu-san’s whole body is completely stained with his own blood already… he’ll be killed if things continue to go like this!)

Ayato: That guy… why is he so desperately fighting, while also risking his life to protect us… ?

We’re enemies, and yet this shit doesn’t make sense.

Yui: ...Because you’re siblings...

Ayato: Hah?

Yui: I know you argue with each other every now and then, and I’m also aware of all the things that have happened in the past to you.

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: But, still… even if not all of you are related by blood, you’re still siblings...

Shu-san doesn’t want to lose anyone who's dear to him anymore… !

Ayato: ...What are you crying for now… ?

Subaru: Siblings that aren’t related by blood...

*weird sound*

Subaru: Ngh, kch… !

Yui: (Eh… ?)

*weird sound*

Ayato: Fuck… ! What’s this… Nn

Reiji: What is the matter with them!?

Yui: Now that you say it, everyone is… !

Shu: Shit… this barrier… sucks…

*Shu tries moving*

Shu: Ngh…

Kino: Hahaha! Must be awful to have no control over your body, but serves you right!

C’mon, will you be even more worn out when I send another dagger flying your way? I wonder if you’re able to avoid it this time!

*Kino throws another dagger*

Shu: Aghh…

Yui: Shu-san!!

(If this continues, Shu-san will…)

(I don’t want… I don’t want to see Shu-san get any more injuries than he already has… !)

Kino-kun… ! Stop this already!

Kino: You want me to stop at the most fun part of this all?

Moreover, it’s useless screaming. It already has been settled that this guy has lost this game.

You can’t do anything else other than stay silent, and continue to watch the show.

Choices

1) We won’t give in yet (white)♡♡♡

2) Please stop this (black)

— We won’t give in yet♡

Yui: This hasn’t come to an end yet...

Shu-san would never lose to anyone who only plays this sort of dirty tricks… !

Shu: ….. !

Kino: No matter how much of an idiot you are, can’t you see that I’m the winner of this?

Now that I’ve brought down Shu, I can finally become the king… I can finally become his successor. And I won’t let any of you be a hindrance in my way any longer.

Yui: That’s not true! I know Shu-san would never lose to someone like you. I know because he promised it to me...

That’s why I’ll keep believing in Shu-san, even if it’s until the very end… !

— Please stop this

Yui: Please stop this! If things are continuing as they’re now, he’ll die!

Reiji: Wait!

*Reiji grabs Yui*

Reiji: Did you forget the promise you have made with Shu?

Yui: Reiji-san…

(That’s right… I promised to believe in Shu-san, even if it has to be until the very end)

Shu-san… !

I still believe in you being able to win this, Shu-san!

Shu: Ahh… Thank you.

end Choices

Kino: Aren’t you sick of not being able to stop that farce by now? It’s really starting to annoy me.

I’ll make sure to crush your hope and aspiration all together then. You’ll witness all of it before your own eyes.

*Kino pulls another dagger*

Yui: (Nn, another dagger… Shu-san, please avoid it!)

Shu: Tch…

Reiji: No way… he cannot possibly stand up in his current condition… !

Yui: Such...

Kino: Now, let’s officially get rid of this pitiable appearance right in front of everyone!

???: Stop it!!

Yui: Eh…

Kino: Huh… ? Just now, who?

Ayato: Finally snap out of it already. You can’t just do whatever pleases you...

Shu: Ayato… ?

Ayato: What are you doing, man!? Hurry and get up!

Bastard, what sort of an elder brother acts as if his self-importance is worth being thrown away even after hearing this!!

Yui: ...Huh…

Shu: You remembered…

Yui: A-Are you sure?

Ayato: I sure am! When I saw that dull guy during the time I was worn out, it came together in my head...

I honestly got no idea about what’s going on or whatsoever. But even if I don’t, I seriously won’t forgive you if you lose!

Hey, Shu! Stop pitying yourself already, that’s an order!!

Shu: Ayato...

Kanato: That’s right, I’m very much close to losing my patience too. Didn’t we all refuse to come to this place to begin with?

Although Reiji was the one arranging this plan, why is it that such a thing happened… how unforgivable.

Laito: I at first thought skipping this sort of event, may end up being enjoyable. But I don’t feel like taking part in this game anymore.

Come on, big brother. Do your best for the sake of your younger brothers, okay?

Shu: Kanato… Laito…

Subaru: You haven’t lost as long as you didn’t die! Get yourself together and beat him! Shu!!

Shu: Subaru…

Yui: Did everyone… finally remember… ?

Reiji: It appears as if seeing Shu desperately fight in front of their eyes, triggered something that successfully brought their memories back.

That’s sincerely why he is an unpleasant person to me. That person must have fascinated the others with being so determined to its goal.

I sincerely get fed up thinking how I, myself… am no equal match to this man.

Shu: Fufu… those guys…

Kino: Why… their memories shouldn’t return back to themselves this easily, but yet they still managed to remember.

♡ Roses ♡

Shu’s shoulder: Seems as if I’m still the eldest son, no matter how much I’ve messed up so far.

Shu’s sword: I've not been defeated yet, so there’s no need to make such anxious expressions. Just keep staying behind me, even if anything unpredictable happens.

Shu: It’s strange. But maybe this is the true strength that lies between the siblings’ bond?

Kino: ...Ngh. This gives me the creeps… and yet, I won’t let you have your way!

Shu: If so, I’ll tell you something. I’ll bring you down in order to proof something to you.

— I’ll prove that this fight between siblings is over. And I’ll be the one ending it.

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Bereft • Lucas/ Wong Yukhei x Reader (Part 2)

➢3756 words

➢Thriller, Romance, Angst

➢(Y/n) was considered a nuisance that wanted to get in the way of Lucas’ love for her bestfriend, Yuqi, so she was disposed of in the cruelest way possible. But then, just when she thought it was all over for her, time rewinded for (Y/n). Rewinded enough for her to figure out a way on how to stop Lucas from obsessing over Yuqi, and ultimately killing her. She would do anything just to stop Lucas from turning out the way he was in the near future, if she could.

Warnings: disturbing acts due to unhealthy obsession*, violence, suicide

<- Part 1

A loud bang.

You sat bolt upright, panting.

You looked around, and you saw that you were in the confines of your room.

The same nightmare.

The room was dimly lit by the nightlight plugged beside your bed, giving the room a glow of cool blue.

You rubbed the sleep off your eyes, before stretching your arms high up with a satisfied groan. You figured it would be wise to get out of bed immediately before someone barges in your room for you to do so. You stood up and opened your bedroom door.

How many years has it been?

“You’re awake earlier than usual.”

You could only nod at your mother’s words as you sat down on the dining table.

She placed a plate of bacon and eggs with a slice of bread on the side in front of you, and immediately you grabbed the fork and knife that was placed beside it.

Three years.

Three years, four months, eleven days.

“What’s on your mind?”

You looked up from your plate, and saw your mom take a seat from across you.

“You’ve been staring at your food for a while now. You don’t like it?”

“N-no, it’s fine.” You gave her a small smile, before forking a strip of bacon.

“…it’s about Lucas, isn’t it?”

You lift your head and met her eyes again, and as if she had scanned you, she sighs.

“I knew it.”

She reached out to ruffle the hair on top of your head, and gave you a smile that was hard to read… but meant to be comforting.

“I get why you’re worried, but really, you don’t have to be. Lucas is alright.”

You looked at your plate once again. The burnt sides of the egg looked really interesting right now.

“You don’t have to worry, okay?”

You nod, even though deep down, you knew that you’ll forever be worried.

It was suicide.

‘Wife commits suicide’

‘Wife ends life after being abused by husband’

Lucas’ mom committed suicide, that night when the boy was supposed to be peacefully resting beside you.

It didn’t take too long before he found out, the police and the commotion outside was already a dead giveaway, so he was told that his mom had a bullet through her skull the next day.

A week later, they said it was suicide.

“Was it really? She… she could never do that--!”

You had eavesdropped on your mom and the police with Lucas. At the top of the set of stairs, secluded by darkness so you couldn’t really see the expression he made… but you wanted to see.

Your mother was right. His mom could never do that.

This was murder.

That wretched father of his doesn’t just deserve jail time, he needs to be executed!

Was Lucas thinking the same thing?

But he didn’t utter a word. He just stood up and left for your room.

The following days, he was silent. Too silent.

You were all over the place.

You tried so hard to talk to him, to interact with him as often and as warmly as you could, in hopes of preserving at least an ounce of his sanity because if anything, this was definitely it.

The start of his decline, at the death of his beloved mother.

But he either answered using as little words as possible, or didn’t respond at all.

The funeral held for his mom was attended by a couple of people, friends and colleagues.

You’ve wondered about it, but then this event confirmed your suspicions.

His overstay at your house.

“Mom,” you whispered to the lady sitting beside you. “Where are Lucas’ relatives?”

She didn’t answer, and only kept her gaze to the child who stood in front of her coffin. You looked at Lucas, expecting him to cry. No—hoping.

You hoped for him to at least shed a tear, show emotion— anything, but there was this unreadable expression on his face again.

Coincidentally, there was a couple ready to have a child, but they were unable to conceive one. They were your dad’s friends.

So instead of going to an orphanage, Lucas was adopted by them.

You still can remember the last time you saw him.

“Lucas,”

He looked at you from behind the car’s window from the inside. He rolled down the transparent glass, knowing that you still have something to say.

“Take care ok? Don’t do or think of anything bad.”

He only blinked at you. At his reaction, you chewed on your inner cheek. You get it. You’ve probably told him this a lot of times, ever since the news of him getting adopted was known. He’s probably sick of it.

“A-Also… I promise to send a text message, I could call you too… I’ll use mom’s or dad’s phone…you too!”

He opened his mouth, probably about to say a short ‘ok’, but you cut him off.

“Everyday!”

You realized you might’ve said it a little too loud, because the adults behind you stopped conversing. You awkwardly had a short stare-down with them, before you turned to look at Lucas with reddened ears.

“I’ll… I’ll always keep in touch. You know that, right?”

He didn’t respond, but even so, you have to get this through him.

“You’re my friend. Maybe even my bestfriend? Yea,”you smiled at him. “I’ll miss you more than you think. Are you sad?”

Of course he is.

“It’s okay to be sad, but only for a short time okay? Because if you’re sad, I’m sad too.”

You still can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you know that he’s listening, so you continued.

“Do you still remember the first time we met? Because I do.

“You wanted to be superman. You wanted me to be your sidekick, the pilot. To help you escape.

“You said it yourself. I’m your sidekick.

“I’ll always be there for you. I promise that. I’ll help you. I’ll always help you…escape.

“If you have a problem, tell me. Because I’d feel like a really useless sidekick. If you cry I’ll cry.

“Because we’re in this together… whatever that is.”

You see his expression soften.

This was it. A crack.

A crack where light was seeping through.

Please…

“Don’t ever forget me, okay? Because I won’t forget you.”

Don’t kill me.

“Lucas, I love you.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

You looked at the man who opened the driver’s seat’s door, and he smiled at you before going inside the car.

He would be Lucas’ new dad.

And the woman who’s sitting beside Lucas would be his new mom.

You knew that both of them won’t be like his first parents. For better, or for worse.

The moment he leaves the house, would be the moment your peace leaves as well.

You could never be okay.

You were so used to him being around enough for you to monitor and control his actions, his behavior.

Now that he’d be two cities away,

What would happen to him?

After eating your egg & bacon breakfast with a side of bread and milk, you went to bathe and changed to the nicest dress that you own.

Afterall,

You were meeting Lucas for the first time in three years.

He should be eleven by now, like you.

What would he be like?

While you two exchanged messages ever since, his replies were brief and short, making it feel like you were supposed to solve a puzzle or crack a code just to understand the underlying meaning of it— if there was any.

You can’t tell what a person is thinking without looking at his face, or at least, hearing his voice.

You suggested to call him, but he said that the signal at their place was really bad. You knew better than everyone that he was probably faking it. He just didn’t want to call you.

But it’s okay. You made it up by writing long, detailed, and hearty messages for him. You don’t know if he scans it for a mere second before deleting it, or if he actually reads them but at least, you tried your very best to make him feel loved, supported, and remembered. Cared about.

At least, you tried.

“(Y/n), they’re here,”

You were in the middle of putting on your sock, but because of what your mother said, you immediately put on your flats, even if one foot is missing a white sock.

Rushing to the front porch, you stood beside your mother, watching the unfamiliar car pull up in your driveway. You want to see Lucas, but the car’s windows were tinted.

Thumping of car doors being slammed close, and the little family emerged into view. The mom was wearing a purple button up dress, and the dad in a large white shirt and green khaki pants. Their kid was wearing knee-length shorts and a blue hoodie. Your kid.

“L-Lucas?”

His eyes that was previously on his mother’s because of the conversation they were having, were now focused on yours.

You gulped. You have never been this nervous before.

“Lu—”

You widened your eyes when he suddenly charged at you. He was so fast, you couldn’t even move from your spot.

Wait… don’t tell me that he’s planning to kill me now?!

You closed your eyes and braced impact for what pain was about to come. Knife, a punch, whatever—

But instead, you felt arms wrap around you, albeit tightly, but not enough to bruise your skin.

“(Y/n)!”

Lucas pulled away from the hug, and you saw that he was grinning at you, his eyes crinkling crescent moons.

“It’s been so long! I missed you so much!”

You blinked. Is this guy really…

“Lucas?”

“Hm?” he tilts his head to the side in inquiry.

“N-nothing.” You were just checking if he really was the same Lucas you knew from years ago, the one who didn’t even cry in his mother’s funeral, the one who didn’t give a damn when he was adopted by strangers, the one who looked like the birth of a psycho.

How could Lucas be this cheerful, this expressive? How could he be acting like the eight-year-old naïve Lucas that you were first introduced to?

What… happened?

“…and then, we pissed ourselves laughing.”

“Dad, you’re exaggerating,”

Lunch with the Wongs was something.

First, the adults talked about adult stuff, while Lucas talks to you about his favorite shows and videogames. Both his parents bragged about his achievements in school and outside of school, and obviously, Lucas reacted bashfully at that. You’re now at the part where they talk about embarrassing and funny stories, but instead of laughing, you found yourself frowning.

“Stop with the dad jokes honey, look at (Y/n). She seems really bothered by it.”Lucas’ mom hits his dad on the shoulder.

“N-Not at all.”you smiled and faked a chuckle.”They were funny, but I’m kinda slow to catch on, so…”

They burst out laughing, even Lucas.

Come to think of it, it really has been a long time since you last saw Lucas smile, let alone hear him laugh.

The Wongs were like a real family, not that they aren’t one. But you know… it’s like, nothing horrifying happened three years ago. The way everyone conversed with each other was so lively, it almost made you wonder if everything that happened in the past was just a dream. A nightmare.

You’re losing your mind.

“Excuse me, I’ll just go to the bathroom.”you say, standing up and leaving for the bathroom.

A splash of water from the sink still wasn’t enough to remove the exhaustion out of your skin. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and stared at your tired eyes.

Maybe, nothing’s wrong with everything.

Maybe it’s just you, the person who kept dwelling in the past. Everybody moved on, including Lucas, but you couldn’t.

You sighed, before heading out.

“Took you long enough.”

You almost screamed in shock when Lucas appeared in front of the bathroom door you just opened. He giggled at your frozen-in-shock state.

“L-Lucas! What are you doing…standing there…”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Are you going to use the bathroom..?”you ask, already getting out of the way, but he shakes his head.

“No, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“…talk to me? But we could talk at—”

“I just don’t want others around.”He says in a hushed tone.

You pursued your lips into a tight line. Just what could it be that Lucas wanted to talk about with just the two of you?

“Won’t they get suspicious..?”you whispered, afraid that they might hear, but then he laughs.

Uh..?

“They won’t. I told them that I want to have quality time with my bestfriend,”

Oh.

“What is it that you want to talk about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular.”

Since the bathroom was also at the kitchen, you maneuvered your way to the fridge and brought out a carton of milk and put it on the table. You then went to grab an empty glass, but when you turned around, you saw Lucas drinking every single drop of milk from the carton.

It took a while before he noticed you staring at him, and he grinned while wiping his mouth sloppily with the back of his hand.

“Sorry, were you going to drink milk too?”

…that’s why I got a glass…

“It doesn’t matter.”He cuts you off before you could even respond. “What’s yours is mine!”

“What…”

“You’re my sidekick afterall.”

Oh, so he still remembers.

Wait…

So does that mean he still remembers what happened three years ago?

“Hey… Lucas…”

Is it possible that his childhood memories were not forgetten?

“Yeah?”

“How are you?”

He blinked at you, smile suddenly disappearing.

“I’m fine.”

He hoists himself up on the counter.

“Don’t lie, okay? I—”

“What do you mean, (Y/n), I’m doing ok?”

He looks at you with a really confused expression.

“I’m not lying.”he then pouts.

What’s this…

Your fists tightened as you looked down at your feet, one which has a sock on, and another which was sockless.

You’re mistaken once again.

“Let’s go back,”

“What? But we still haven’t played something—”

Lucas tried catching up to you. His complaining was cut short when you stopped in your steps.

“How’s (Y/n)?”

“She’s not doing really good, if I must say honestly.”

You backed up and hid behind the wall, and so did Lucas.

It was like old times. You two hiding, and then eavesdropping.

“She dropped the therapy sessions a year ago, because we thought she was genuinely okay. But lately, she seems to be out of it often.”

That was a wrong move from you. You knew you should’ve been more careful in the way you act. Stupid (Y/n)…

“I don’t know what to do… it looks like she still hasn’t recovered from the trauma from what happened to Lucas and his mom.”

You widened your eyes the mention of the boy beside you.

S-Stop talking..! Before you trigger him—

“I went to therapy too.”

You look at Lucas.

He was looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Therapy was fun.”

Is he…

“But it’s okay if you still get the nightmares.

I still do.”

Lucas still remembers.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose, and so did the hairs on your arms.

You knew it.

“But don’t tell anyone.”Lucas then smiles, and finally, this expression of his was easy to read.

Because it was fake.

“Before we leave, we have an announcement to make.”

Lucas’ mom seemed giddy, and he looked at his dad, and then Lucas, before saying,

“We’re moving here.”

“Uh… what?”

You couldn’t agree more with your mom. What? Move where, in your house? That was rando—

“At the house for sale a couple of blocks away. We’ll finally be neighbors!”

“Mom, our house won’t be next to theirs, are we still really going to be their neighbor?”

“As long as we’re in the same neighborhood Lucas, then we’re neighbors.”his mother insisted.

“W-Wow! I have to tell (F/n) about this…” Your mom smiles brightly, hugging Lucas’ mom. “I really look forward to being neighbors with you guys!”

“We’ll be moving at the end of the month,” Lucas’ dad says before heading out of the house first to start up the car.

Lucas returning to your neighborhood after three years…

Would that be okay?

To be able to see his old house, to recall memories that he shouldn’t really be reminded of…

Would that really be okay..?

You look at Lucas, and find that he’s already looking at you.

“And now we’ll be real sidekicks again, since we live closer!” he says excitedly, making the two mothers laugh.

“Are you ready to be sidekicks, (Y/n)?”your mom asks you playfully, but you didn’t receive it as positively as she wanted you to.

You were terrified.

At first, you didn’t want Lucas to leave because you’re afraid of what might’ve become of him while he’s away, but now that he’s back, you don’t want him anywhere near you.

Because you don’t know what he already has become, and what he would still become.

Your safety is threatened. Starting from here.

“Then I’ll go to your house everyday,”

“Just don’t overdo it,”his mom scolds him. “This isn’t your house.”

“Wrong!”he says. “She’s my sidekick. What’s hers is mine.”

“That’s a bit too harsh,”you finally spoke.

“We’re not eight anymore. I’m not going to be your sidekick.”

He blinked at you. The two mothers looked at each other.

Oh no. Maybe you spoke a bit too honestly.

You have to take it back before you agitate this kid—

“L-Let’s be partners instead. What’s mine is yours, but what’s yours is mine.”you say.

Your proposal was a bit different, but you need to do this,

“I wouldn’t take this another way. We’ll be partners, or we’re not friends anymore.”

To drive him away.

Lucas wanted to have control of everything ever since he’s a child. It was maybe because he was raised in a household where he lacked power, so he wanted to have one outside of it. You were sure that he’d chose to not be friends with you rather than be partners. At this, you would successfully make him go away from you without driving him away yourself.

You had to do this in order to keep yourself safe.

“Okay.

We’ll be partners.”

You widened your eyes. “What…”

“Let’s go Lucas, your father’s honking loudly outside.”

“Ah, right.”Lucas nods at his mom.

“We have to go now. See you around (M/n), (Y/n),”Lucas’ mother smiles.

“Bye,”

“Bye (Y/n), see you! Partner!!”

Your mom followed them to the front porch but you did not.

Once again, you were left at the living room, alone. Terrified.

17 years.

You didn’t expect to live that long.

But you were seventeen, and so was Lucas.

“(Y/n), Lucas is here again,”

You let out a groan as you shut your laptop angrily and went to open the door.

“Mom, tell him I am busy,”

“But he says today is the day you enroll to a new school.”

You blinked. You forgot!

“Oh no oh noohno,”

You scrambled to get your coat and put your phone, wallet, and important papers at a handbag before running down the stairs, leaving your mom in front of your door, confused.

It was eight-thirty, and you two were running late!

Lucas was sitting down on your couch in the living room, and upon sensing your resounding arrival, he stood up with a frown.

“Hey, what’s up with—”

“No time to explain, do you have your dad’s car with you?”You stopped in front of him.

“Uh, yeah? How do you think are we supposed to—”

“Great! Let’s go,”

“You don’t have to drag me by the collar, you’re strangling me..!!”

You could hear your mom waving you two off with a goodbye as you mounted the

“We’re late! I can’t believe it!”you dramatically face-palmed, and sunk in your seat.

“And whose fault was it? If I haven’t paid a visit then I wouldn’t know that you still hadn’t set off!”Lucas argued back as he started the engine.

“W-Well..!!!”

“Welcome to our school.”

“Thank you, sir,” You smiled as you shook hands with the school head.

Today was the day you officially enroll yourselves to Portofino Heights Private Highschool, and uncannily, the school head wasn’t fazed by your slight delay in time and accepted you two whole heartedly. Well, you two were going to pay for your tuition afterall, so…

Once you were out of his office, Lucas nudged you on your side.

“See, I told you everything would be okay. The old man looks nice,”

“Lucas, just shut up.”

“What did I do now?”He whines, but you could only walk faster than him.

“Hey, come on, why are you mad?”

“Because.”

“You’re so hard to understand, I swear.”He huffs and sprints to block your path.

“Hey!”You glare sharply at him, but he doesn’t back down.

“Stop doing that.”Lucas puts his hands on his waists.

“Doing what?”

“Doing whatever you’re doing???”

“What am I doing??”

“I don’t know, what are you doing?”

You pursued your lips into a tight line, not knowing what to say, or if you should say anything at all.

Lucas had his thick eyebrows raised, expectant.

You blinked, and averted your eyes from his.

And then you saw her.

Her, who had her long, black, hair up into a ponytail.

Song Yuqi.

It’s been a while since you saw that cherubic face.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you listening to me?” Lucas gently shook your dazed form.

“What are you looking a—”

Before he could turn to look behind him, you raised your voice.

“LUCAS!”

He jumped a little in shock, as his head whipped towards you immediately. Because you know that you now have his attention, you took this as a chance to grab his hand and run the other way.

“(Y-Y/N)!? Why the hell are we running..?!”

“Just shut up and run!!”

Song Yuqi.

What the hell is she doing here?!

Cold sweat trickled at the back of your neck, and your hold on Lucas’ hand tightened.

They can’t cross paths.

The should never cross paths.

Lucas shouldn’t see Yuqi. He shouldn’t see her and fall inlove with her. You won’t let Yuqi trash your efforts of 9 years down the drain.

You’ll make sure of it, because the cost of it would be your death.

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illicitivywp · 4 years ago

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mal de vivre.

The morning that Harry wakes up and you're not sleeping peacefully beside him is the worst of his entire life.

He can sense that you're not there. The air still circulates whiffs of your caramel shampoo and the breeze of your automatic fan that you always insist on leaving on all night still whirs leisurely and tickles the back of his neck.

Regardless, the room is vacant. He doesn't have to open his eyes to know that much.

For now, he remains entirely numb. Immune to the flooding sobs and intolerable agony and festering anger, he supposes it's in his best interest to stay like that for a while.

For a few days, at least. Until he can fully process your absence. He's not certain how long it takes the average person to wholly recognise an entire chunk of themselves missing, but he figures he's already suffered enough.

Surely, the universe isn't that cruel.

Your love is delightedly grand, and with its sudden unavailability, he feels so dejectedly vague.

He's clearly not perceiving time correctly, perhaps it's his distant concentration or maybe even his body's method of rejecting life and the wretched torture of its innate malice.

A few times, he's experienced sleep paralysis. The first, horrifying occasion is long-forgotten, when he was seven or so - it happened only after staying up until one in the morning to watch a horror movie that he'd been specifically warned not to watch and a towering vacuum of danger stood solid as stone at the end of his bed.

If it weren't for his fingertips subconsciously tracing featherlight scribes of your name on his forearm, he might reasonably assume he's haunted with the condition once again.

A clattering of paws on hard floorboards injects a little more reality into his thoughts, and he still can't bear, physically, to turn over and greet the sweet puppy you'd snuck home and surprised him with upon his arrival home from work around a year ago, knowing that his acceptance of a familiarly-shaped void is waiting just inches away.

Eventually, and after another chaotic scramble of claws in need of a cut, Chi is bouncing enthusiastically at his side and attempting an ambitious leap onto the mattress. She fails theatrically, landing in a resounding thud on her back and launching back to her feet, completely unaware of her owner's awaiting grief.

Masking his greatest fears with scooping a palm beneath Chi's belly and hauling her upwards to nestle into his chest, the reposition forces him to lay on his back (she's always detested laying on her side, especially when smothered with adoring cuddles) and, like the coward he truly is, his eyes focus adamantly on a random spot of the pale ceiling. With every minute shuffle, it becomes more and more achingly apparent that you're really not here.

And if everything runs correctly, you'll squirm and giggle graciously at his waking before returning his kiss, to his lips, this time, and he'll suggest applying a little moisturiser, like he always does, and you'll love him like you should.

When his eyelids snap open and his head curves breezily to your claimed side of the bed, he's somewhat unsurprised to confirm that his life truly has transformed to a dreadful bundle of tragedy. In your imposing place, is a neatly-made bed and an envelope.

A single, white envelope, stained by the sweet, flowing cursive that could flow only from your touch.

Chi leaps naturally to the spectacle, sniffing curiously at the letter and nudging it around a little, whilst Harry is so unexplainably pained that he's unable to move. Swallowing thickly, he's not certain word-for-word what lies in the confines of this envelope, but he does know it'll confirm your leaving him, and for some strange reason, he's relieved you left an explanation, at least.

A souvenir of you to hang onto forever, along with the millions of other items and memories of yours in his possession.

Carefully removing it from Chi's vicinity and replacing the object of her attention with a random squeaky toy that he'd discovered burrowed beneath his bed a few nights ago, he traces your exquisite handwriting with his fingertip and reads along with inaudible movements of his mouth; For Harry, mon amour.

In that moment, he realises profoundly that he'll never get to request hearing you say different words in your accent again.

The amount of times he implored relentlessly to hear je t'aime and have it accompanied with an endearing kiss is infinite.

Harry, my love,

I'm so incredibly sorry that I couldn't handle the pain.

Seeing your face cures any anguish I feel, but not this time.

I really, really tried; I know you did, too. I wanted it to work out, I prayed every day that our suffering would magically end and we could return to our love, I hoped that one day I would wake and cuddle you tightly and describe this awful nightmare I'd had.

Possibly, I may write to you in the future; please, don't try to contact me, it won't work and you know it's for the best. My family and close friends know where I am, where I will be, and they also know not to tell you if you ask.

I wish I could kiss all of your heartache away and protect you from all evil in this world, but I feel my presence is detrimental to your recovery.

My love for you is never-ending. Please be okay.

Forgive me and love someone else like you loved me. Let someone else love you like I loved you. Tellement, tellement.

Forever, I'll think of you and how unbelievably content I felt waking up next to you every day for seven-hundred and eighty (? - I'm estimating) mornings straight.

I will never, ever leave our love behind, and I adore you more than I can express. Your strength and resilience are admirable, and you are truly the best thing to ever happen to me.

Mon bébé, I miss you terribly.

Toujours, ton amour.

Chi tugs eagerly on her lead at the sight of the familiar entrance to her home, Harry in tow right behind. Sludgy snow muddies his shoes and soaks the hem of his jeans. His puppy's paws are undoubtedly drenched, too, but her fur is protected valiantly by her favourite jacket. He'd purchased it from a specialist store in France a year prior, and, since surprising her with the present upon his shared return, it'd become her primary option during the winter months.

Retrieving a reasonable pile of letters from his designated section, a rapid flick through displays bills, scams and all of the usual junk he usually receives. He offers his elderly neighbour a polite smile and holds open the door with his knee to construct a clear path for her exit.

He grimaces slightly at the teeth-shaped arc of damp dents into his mail - he hadn't particularly considered the repercussions of carrying it that way - and unclips Chi's lead, allowing her to run rampage through his airy apartment. Absently dropping his keys into its small dish of residence and taking a closer inspection at his post to infiltrate any wrong addresses or scams, he selects an apple from his fruit bowl and steals one firm chunk before noticing something peculiar.

Groomed eyebrows knitting together in confusion, he plucks one particular letter from the bunch and stacks it to the top. Perplexed by the sorely familiar curve of the writing scrawled on the front, his head shakes in denial - you wouldn't have, surely.

Discarding of all other mail on his kitchen counter, he's puzzled beyond belief; you'd left with no verbal warning and a letter that, admittedly, had been the source of several bouts of severe depression and, in spite of its awful affects, read dutifully every single day since your disappearance.

Rashly, he wishes you hadn't changed your phone number and email address shortly before leaving so he could possibly contact you regarding this mystery. However, he knows just as well as you clearly foresaw; his topic of discussion wouldn't be only the letter.

Tearing open the corner cautiously, he's incredibly delicate with checking inside the envelope once open to ensure it contains only his presumed note. Reviewing the front with a scouring gaze of disbelief, it really, truly has come from you.

He can't remember how many times he read each postcard that you'd gifted him with at the very beginning of your relationship. You'd recently made the permanent move from France to England, and, in a new country with limited knowledge of the native language, Harry had unintentionally become your beacon of comfort here.

With his fluent French and English, he was the perfect contender for kindly correcting your terminology and educating you on the essential etiquettes of Britain. Within weeks, however, your sweet smile had changed from an enjoyable sight during your frequent coffee shop meetings to something he craved.

He misses reading your silly, awful puns based around your home country, especially his favourite. A laughably unfunny joke paired with a matching scribble of the two of you; what do french fries do when they meet? They ketchup!

Harry,

I feel awful for waiting so long to speak to you again.

Your voice and your hugs. I've imagined them every single day.

I miss my Chi. How is she? I hope she's not missing her maman. Give her a kiss from me.

And the biggest kiss to yourself, because you deserve it, mon tout.

I'm inexplicably sorry for leaving so abruptly; I just couldn't take much more. The reminders were too much. Seeing your inconsolable pain every day was too much.

I'm so, so selfish, but I still believe allowing you to heal without my troubles was the best and easiest path for both of us.

I'm sure you noticed, but I may have stolen one of our pictures. It was your favourite, and that's why I had to choose that one, I suppose. Horrible, again.

I miss your dimples (and irritating you by poking them all the time). I miss your lips, they were so soft. No wonder you always bossed me around with the lip balm - I have my own now, I take it everywhere with me.

It smells like caramel.

Most of all, I miss your love. I've never known someone to love like you do. You were, are, and always will be, incredible.

Have you found someone to love yet?

Do you still think about me? If yes, please don't.

It's not fair of me to appear out of nowhere like this and not allow you a chance to reply. If you wish, post your letter to my maman's house - I'm not there, just to crush any other hope you have, but I'll receive it.

I'll be sorry forever, mon amour.

Sois gentil avec toi-même.

Câlins pour toujours, your baby.

Auriele,

I'm so thankful you decided to reach out again. I've missed you. Tellement, tellement.

Chi is brilliant, still eating everything and constantly in need of a haircut. She does miss you.

My hurt is still prevalent, I've accepted that it always will be. I truly don't believe it can be fixed again, but I'm still trying.

I spent the two weeks after your leaving searching for every single picture in existence of us. I cried so many times, I wish I could tell you that I'm wholly recovered and that you're fully forgiven, but I can't.

I think I counted them all. It's either three-hundred and seventy-seven or one-thousand, one-hundred and two (I have two sticky notes labelled pictures, I'm not sure which is correct.)

No one could ever love me like you do, tu es le meilleur.

I suppose that answers both of your questions.

Thank you for the chance to respond. I was incredibly confused when I received your thoughtful letter. I'm assuming by this one's destination being your maman's house, you're in France? You don't have to answer that. I would understand.

Mon bébé chéri, je t'aime.

Harry x

Harry,

It was the least I could do. I hurt you doubly and you never deserved that.

Tell her I love her. Buy her an ice cream for me (note the two dollars also enclosed in this envelope!)

There aren't enough apologies in the world to properly cover the extent of my mistakes, but I'll continue gathering as many as I can. And send them straight to you.

I also wish you could truthfully claim that you're okay, and I hope, with time, that you will be. It's all you ever deserved, mon chéri. You don't ever have to forgive me. I understand entirely if you hate me.

I wouldn't be surprised if those numbers were both low counts. I loved your face, as superficial as it sounds, but it truly was prettier than anything, and my favourite thing was always surrounding myself with it. Aussi longtemps que je pouvais.

My baby, I only tried my hardest to love you, and I sincerely hope I haven't ruined your idea of love so much that I'm your standard. Please, travel, find people to connect with, fall in love with a place, if not a person.

I bet Chi would love Spain. Australia, maybe? Thailand? Your choice entirely. You always were smarter than me (i.e. I left you - doesn't get much dumber.)

I am in France, feel free to ask any question you want about my current life if you decide to write back - you really don't have to. It's okay. You're still perfect.

Just not my address. It's so selfish of me to hide away from you when you're the one who deserves closure, but I'm not ready to share that information. Again, I'm sorry, and I hope you understand.

Tu me manques. Tu me manques ma maman et mon père. Tu me manques au cœur.

All my love, Auriele x

Every day, his thoughts are plagued with ideas of how to write his next letter. Your previous few communications ran smoothly; you seem incredibly apologetic and, as much as he would've gladly ignored the past tense use of 'love' in your most recent letter, he can't help but realise the difference from your first each time he reads it.

He's not certain why his first letter practically poured from his pen and before he knew it, it was sealed, posted and received. This time, however, he can't even construct a way to greet you.

Has distance and time really weakened your connection that much? His favourite childhood Disney movies would be ashamed.

The heartache you've endured together is insufferable, the bitterness remaining fresh and the misery continuing to roll onwards with him, and yet, you're both still alive. Perhaps, he should be a little more thankful.

He's tested out various support groups over the past few months; they appear to help in the moment, but once he returns home to a completely empty house, - aside from Chi - he realises all of his progress to be entirely fake.

How can he realistically recover from his insurmountable loss in solitude?

An apartment which used to breathe vibrant life and excitement for the future, diminished to nothing but silence.

He might as well have lost his house, too. Every second he spends there, surrounded by reminders of his grief, is draining. Of course, if he were a millionaire, he would've discovered a lovely, one bed flat with wide, open floors and windows. If he were a millionaire, though, maybe none of this agony would've ever happened.

He could’ve fixed it.

Regardless, he didn't, and now he returns home every single day, monotonous and finding solace only in rereading your letters and running through his local park with Chi, no matter the weather.

Sometimes, he hears the faint echo of your melodious voice ringing in his ear; mon doux bébé. For a moment, he believes you may be talking to him, but with a resounding giggle of contentment, you never were.

Within a month, he lost both of his sweet baby girls, and the pain is simply too much to comprehend.

Elle, mon cœur,

Firstly, I apologize for my late reply. This letter was, for some reason, incredibly difficult to write.

You hurt me never. Life hurt me, and it hurt you, too, and I'm sorry it's so cruel.

Chi adored her ice cream - vanilla, your favourite - and said thanks! (complimentary picture attached, for you).

Sympathy and apologies aren't a cure. I've received enough of them to know. I hope you have, too. We might not accept it and it might not heal our pain, but it is nice to know you have people by your side.

Mon amour, I would/could never come close to hatred for you. You are my entire heart, and you own everything within it.

I hope, one day, I can forgive you. I hope you can forgive me. We both made mistakes. We're both accountable, and so is fate. Unfortunately, it wasn't on our side, and we have to welcome that.

Your face is certainly Top Five list of physical attributes, which goes as followed:

1. your lips. I know I complained about them being dry all the time, but I miss them, still.

2. your eyes. Somewhere between the ocean and a cottage filled with flowers, they were paradise.

3. your thighs. I am a man - a broken one, but a man nonetheless - and they are certainly the most family-friendly feature I could think of.

4. your smile. Even on my darkest days, your smile was heaven. I hope you're smiling right now. I wish I could see it.

5. your face? All of the above and everything else. Was that cheating?

I wish I could leave here. I wish I could find a small, tropic island where Chi and I can get tipsy on Virgin Mary's and surf all day, but I feel it wouldn't be fair for both of us to run.

Although, Chi would certainly have a great time in Thailand. She told me so.

Did I mention she misses you? We miss you.

I have more questions than you can imagine. This is only my second letter, however, so I suppose I'll stick to three for now, (sorry for all the lists!)

How are you? Mentally? Physically?

Have you made new friends whilst you've been out there?

Would you ever visit London again?

I miss you forever.

Ton bébé.

Harry x

Harry,

It's more tough to write my letters than you might assume. No need to apologise, I understand.

Life is shit. I thought I had accepted that. I never imagined how evil it could be.

Chi, my baby, looks so pretty. I love her haircut (number 8694743? out of infinite).

I have heard my fair share of sympathy. At first, I felt bitter. They didn't understand what I had suffered, they didn't understand the pain I felt. With time, I realised that, sometimes, sorry is all you need to hear to feel a little better. To feel like you're managing life, at least.

I wish I could believe I deserve it, but I truly don't.

My mistakes seem perpetual. I'm constantly remembering new ones. Things I could've noticed faster, signs that I should've recognised. Yours are nothing. You made no mistakes, mon amour, please believe that. As much as fate has been my least favourite higher power for the past year, I agree about welcoming our own.

I would make a list of my personal favourites of your appearance, but I'd be here all day, and I'm meeting with a friend in an hour (your second question - check).

It wasn't fair for either of us to run. I think it's turned out for the best, however.

I can imagine Chi passed out on the beach. You both deserve a holiday. Go to Scotland, or something, at least. Just away from London.

I miss you both. Much more than I can express.

I'm well. Mentally; it's a struggle, but that's just life, I suppose. Physically; my sickness stopped a while ago. I hope your headaches did, too, but I've been searching for cures for those for a long time.

Yes! I've made quite a few close friends. They all know and love you. I'll tell them you asked.

London holds far too many memories for me to bear. You're the only one I can stand. Maybe one day.

Tellement de câlins.

Auriele.

The second your letter arrives and is read fully three times over, Harry's scrambling to collect his fancy paper and ink pen, thousands of ideas about how to reply brimming in his head.

Pen to paper, however, his mind is entirely blank.

You're inching closer to addressing the subject of your pain, and so is he. So far, the only discussions you've had regarding that difficult topic have ended either in awful arguments or uncontrollable, endless crying and they all occurred before your disappearance.

Since then, you've had ten months and seventeen days shared to mature from and process the situation. Perhaps, if you were to have a conversation about it now, it would be beneficial.

Harry is aware of the solution to his strange writer's block and urges to attempt to fix your hurt, but he's not quite sure if he's ready. Physically forcing himself up from his cluttered desk, he tries not to think of the main event when changing his sloppy t-shirt and joggers to jeans and a jumper; it's February, so the wind is still well and alive but, luckily for Chi and the duration of her walks, the temperatures are beginning to rise.

His destination is barely a thirty minute leisurely stroll through the city away, and he feels shameful to admit that this is his first visit in ten and a half months. Several times, he's gathered his courage to stand on the pavement, surveying the vast area but never making it closer than the protective fences.

This time, though, he's determined to make it. And he will, with je t'aime's and sweet giggles bubbling in his ears.

Your je t'aime's and her sweet giggles.

Auriele,

Life will continue to surprise us. It may be malicious, but it's also given me you, so I guess there are a few reasons to be grateful.

I think it's more like *8694744 out of infinite, and I'm sure she'll have many more unpleasant trips to the groomers in the future.

You are handling life impeccably, considering all. You deserve showers of recognition for just being here.

No one has ever been more deserving of my love, and no one ever will.

Please, don't blame yourself entirely. Yes, there were signs. Signs that we both should've seen earlier. We knew as much as everyone else. We can't know if things would be different if we'd noticed them, because they're not.

I'm glad you're enjoying life in France. Is it peaceful? Is it too far to ask if you're living with one of your new friends? What're their names, if you don't mind my asking?

If I were to go on holiday right now, Paris would be my first choice.

I'm glad you're feeling better, I hope you continue to improve mentally in the future. I wish you nothing but true happiness.

If you're ever here, I'd be honoured to see you again.

This might surprise you. Before I wrote this letter, I went to visit her.

I haven't since we were there together.

I talked to her for hours about my life and my pain and your letters and your pain and anything I'd love to say to you if I knew how. Meline always was the best listener, no offence to you. She just understands.

I miss her. I miss you. I miss my babies.

Please, send me a picture of you (always topping lists) in your next letter. I need to see you now. I bet you're glowing.

Toujours, Harry x

Harry, mon amour,

I feel as if I should address the end of your letter first, because I certainly wasn't expecting it. I cried a lot. I'm still crying as I write this.

It feels nice to feel.

I've been so numb to it all. I know I should sob every day, think of her every single second. I don't. That may make me an awful person, but I always preferred not to lie. Especially to you. I don't think the gravity has quite hit me yet.

Back to the normal, top to bottom of your letter.

My family is a gift. My parents, you and Meline, specifically. I've never admired anyone more.

I miss Chi. Especially today, for some reason. Send more pictures of her when you next write. (I enclosed an updated picture of me in town, if you hadn't noticed! It was taken last week.)

I had concerns. Concerns that I didn't follow up on. We knew something was wrong, but we did everything we could, right? We found help. We found medicine. Why didn't it work?

How fucking cruel can life possibly be?

It's much quieter than London. The air quality is visibly better. I am, actually. My closest friends are Leon and Aline. I'm living with them!

Paris is about as good a holiday as you can get. If I'm ever near you, whatever country it happens to be in, I'll be sure to see you.

The last part of your letter. I already touched upon it but not nearly enough.

I haven't said, heard or read her name in eleven months. I miss it. I miss your voice. And her laughs. She was so, so lively and enthusiastic for life.

It's so unfair that she didn't get the chance.

And I agree; she always was a fantastic listener. I told her about our issues more than I should've.

I wish I could hear her again. Her name wasn't Meline Risette Styles for nothing. Her laughs were so pretty. I could've listened on repeat.

I did. For a year.

I miss her.

I miss you. I miss your warmth. I miss your heart and your love and your smile and everything about you.

I miss normality.

When we thought things would be okay.

We were wrong, and hindsight, that's okay, too.

We will heal eventually, I trust that life can't take much more away from me.

Tout mon amour, Auriele x

Since that day, Harry's visited Meline every Sunday without fail - it's only been three weeks, but going in the first place was an unimaginable step.

He even combined Chi's walk with the most recent, and each time, entering, staying at and emerging from the cemetery becomes easier.

The first time, he paced through the gates several times before building the bravery to even step inside without running back. His flight or fight instinct had been touchy the whole time, bias towards flight the entire time.

He just wanted to be as far away from the source of his pain as possible.

At the same time, he just wanted his daughter back. Alive and healthy.

Once he'd settled, laid on the ground like a madman next to her grave, he never wanted to leave her again. He even brought her flowers and a little teddy bear from a shop he'd passed on his hurried journey there.

It was well and truly dark by the time he even considered returning home, because he'd rather be with his sweet baby than alone at home.

Now, Chi sniffs inquisitively around at the bundles of flowers placed on surrounding graves whilst Harry converses with his dead child's grave like she was as animated and eager as he remembered.

It's a little questionable for his sanity, but extremely helpful for his own mental health. And he's trying to fix them both.

He just wishes so much that he'd pushed for more tests in the hospital. If he could, he'd reject their diagnosis and prescription of heart medication and an inhaler for when her asthma flared up.

They claimed she had a weakened respiratory system and, subsequently, her heart didn't deal well under stress, mostly due to her premature birth.

They were correct.

However, they were entirely wrong when they sent you all home with a tub of medicine and advice to lower any potential stressors around her.

Harry remembers scoffing to himself; she was one, what could possibly be stressing her that much?

Apparently, a lot of things.

Your je t'aime's and her sweet giggles.

There's truly nothing better.

Auriele,

I understand completely about any emotion feeling refreshing. For a while, I felt immune to it. I cried and I got angry, but nothing ever really set in.

I'm thankful that I can feel now and it doesn't destroy me.

You're not at all a bad person, or a bad parent. Often, I wish I could forget about her. And not just to remove the pain for a day or two. Also, I appreciate the honesty.

Important things must be talked about first. And while this paragraph isn't quite at the top of my letter, it certainly is my most admiritive.

You're so, so unbelievably beautiful. Even more so, now.

Your eyes are still paradise. That picture is stuck onto the cork board in the kitchen forever.

We did absolutely everything in our power to help our baby. As soon as we noticed an issue, we took her to the hospital. Maybe they accidentally underestimated her condition, maybe they just assumed it'd be treated with that medication.

Either way, we helped her as much as we could. And you were, are, and always will be the most incredible mother.

Meline was lucky, truly. She loved you so much.

As it turns out, life can be our greatest enemy. It's difficult to control and even harder to accept, but everything happens for a reason, I suppose.

Leon and Aline sound wonderful. I know it's not my place, but tell them I said thank you for being there for you? You don't have to.

I've never known someone deserve a full, healthy life more than our sweet girl, and it's an injustice to steal that opportunity from her at such a young age.

She would've been two next week. I'm sure you don't need reminding, but I'm still trying to handle my feelings about it. I already know her birthday is going to be the worst day since she died.

Meline Risette Styles deserves the world, as do you. Please don't be afraid to take it. You've earned it.

Her name still brings me so much joy; little honey, pleasant little laugh. It was such an apt description, in her short life.

Life can always take more, but it gives things that are so wonderful. Sois optimiste.

Tout mon amour et câlins, Harry x

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Dark Paradise

Chapter 3: Disquiet

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Mafia AU!

“I want,” Shigaraki leaned in, all fingers but one curling around Kai’s bicep, “the girl.” His minatory gaze was trained on Kai’s, daring him to step out of line. Kai took a shaky inhale, eyes flicking over to the young woman on the couch.

“Will you do that for me, Kai?” Shigaraki’s four fingers gripped tighter around Kai’s tense arm; a stern reminder that he didn’t have a choice. “If you don’t, I trust it’s not necessary to say what will happen to you.”

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Your sparkly princess shoe kicked the rock playfully and watched as it rolled along the sidewalk, giggling to yourself all the while. Dainty fingers trailed along the bottom of well-trimmed hedges. Through the green, you saw the off-white bleached brick of your house come into view and skipped the rest of the way there. You couldn’t wait to show the picture you had drawn at school today.

You kicked the welcome mat up to find the key to the towering red front door and you quickly replaced it before eagerly shuffling inside, ready for the delicious smell of homemade chocolate chip cookies to grace your nose. It was Wednesday, and every week your mom made cookies to celebrate a week half over. They were always ready for when you got home from school. Your older sister would help make them because her middle school got out earlier.

But it didn’t smell like cookies. You felt the bright hopefulness that adorned your face earlier sink, a pouty frown replacing it. Clumsily, you kicked off your shoes and socks, padding over to the couch to toss your backpack down.

“Mommy? Skye?” There was no answer. Maybe they were playing in the backyard? Yeah, they were probably playing and going to make cookies later. Your mom always kept saying that one of these days you were going to have to start helping them bake. With great effort, you pulled the sliding door open to the expansive backyard, and your head tilted as you tried to process what was in front of you.

“Mommy?” She was lying prone on the ground, her neck was turned towards the door so you could see her face. It was blank, vacant. Her jaw was slack, and her arms were twisted strangely at her sides. You had dropped to your knees on the soft grass at the sight, so you crawled over to your mom and shook her arm. You were sad to feel she wasn’t as warm as usual; her embrace was the most comforting thing in the world. You kept calling out to her and telling her this game wasn’t funny. Why would she play a game like this? You wondered. You took in the sight of her. Maybe she is sleeping? Your small arms wrapped around her shoulders to pull her up. Her neck made a dull thunk! as her head hung in the air and lolled around. You shook her again, horrified at how her head rolled lifelessly.

“Mommy? Mommy!”

Water clogged up your vision so that when you looked around the yard, you could just barely make out your sister several meters away. She lay there, limbs askew and back bent unnaturally.

“Mommy, whats wrong with Skye?” You couldn’t take your eyes off the way your sister’s body lay uncomfortably. A deep cracking noise turned your attention back to your mother. Your eyes widened impossibly as you listened to the horrifying snaps and crunching of bone as your mom’s neck wrenched back around to face you. You couldn’t stare at anything except her completely vacant eyes.

“You weren’t here. We died alone.” Her arms started twisting in ways they shouldn’t, shattering the bones as she crawled towards you, dragging her bottom half behind her. Her strained gasps rang out in the yard. You stumbled backwards and a broken scream erupted from your throat.

Your eyes shot open. There was a loud noise in your somber bedroom, and you realized with horror that it was your own forceful breathing and heart pounding dangerously fast against its confines. Your throat felt raw and dry. You must have been actually screaming. Bringing one trembling hand to your face as tears dropped from your eyes, you tried to control your breathing. Panic enveloped your entire being, those ever-present tons of rocks making their home on your ribcage, crushing your chest. Is this what Giles Corey felt like? You couldn’t get a full breath in no matter how hungrily, greedily you sucked in air.

You sat up and pushed your back firmly against the headboard. Shoving your hand over your mouth again, you covered your nostrils to stop your hyperventilation. Dry lips and fingers went numb, pinprick pains raining under your skin, and your body felt heavy. Unable to do anything else, you stared emptily at the blank walls of your room. You had lived here for four years, and still hadn’t ever bothered to make it look like a home. The excuse you always used was that you didn’t value material possessions. Honestly, it was because decorating was commitment, and it would make this broken down place a more permanent thing in your life, which you didn’t want to think about.

By now you knew how to deal with the panic attacks that your recurring nightmare brought about. It had happened when you were in fifth grade. Your childhood house’s neighbour was a reckless young hero. He had been trying to show off his wind-based quirk for a news camera, not thinking of the consequences of using it in a residential area, and accidentally sent a strong gust of wind whipping towards your mother and sister.

It snapped your mother’s neck, and the autopsy showed that your sister had died from a subarachnoid hemorrhage from the trauma of the hit. Even after so many years it still occasionally came back to haunt you in your dreams, but with a new horrifying twist each time. This one was especially bad. Sero had suggested therapy many times, but therapy wasn’t meant for people like you. What wisdom could a complete stranger give you? If you opened up to a therapist about your past you would have to leave it all out in the open, including your killing people. You supposed you could omit that part, but what good would that do? The thought of baring yourself completely to anyone, much less a random person, terrified you. Talking about emotions had never been your strong suit.

You leaned over and grabbed your phone to see the time. Squinting your eyes violently as your face was bathed in wretched artificial light, you barely made out the numbers. 4:27am. You sighed and lay back. Thoughts of the League of Villains filled your head. Could they really change the world so things like that wouldn’t happen?

After you absently tossed and turned for a while, you drifted back to sleep, chest feeling so sorrowfully hollow.

You woke to the sound of your alarm. You had 15 minutes to get ready before Sero came to pick you up. Sliding out of bed, you put on a sufficiently decent outfit for walking. The exercise pants accentuated your thighs and calves nicely. You glanced disapprovingly at the bags under your eyes that were considerably darker this morning. Skin blanched, you looked sickly, and it seemed like you could do with a few hundred years more sleep. You could already see Sero’s face contorting in that way it does when he’s worried about you. Though you detested the idea of a person who cared about you seeing you like this, you needed to talk things through to process. Also, it was just so crazy that you could still barely wrap your head around it. You could work for the League of Villains!

When Sero’s inked knuckles rapped on your front door, you opened it and took your time drinking in his appearance. Admiring the way his fitted white T-shirt stretched across the subtle muscles of his chest. His tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt, traveling up his neck and cascading down both arms. His dark ripped jeans complimented his shirt perfectly. His black plugs were paired with two silver cartilage piercings on his left ear, and a barbell in his right eyebrow. His short black hair was a bit longer than usual. Finally, your eyes landed on his left shoulder where a...sloth was clinging to him. You felt a rush of affection for Sero, and you pulled him into a long hug, carefully avoiding the sloth. You could already feel yourself healing.

“So the sloth is… different. Any other new tattoos I should know about?” Your voice was muffled against his chest. He pulled back before responding.

“Nah, but here! I didn’t forget.” You watched as the tattoo on his left forearm of a cat with shiny stygian fur stretched and yawned before it hopped off his arm and became a real cat.

“Hey Biscuit! Good to see you buddy.” You definitely needed some kitty therapy. You cooed at the small cat and bent over to scoop him up into your arms. After a few scratches behind the ears, he started purring and nuzzled into your neck.

Your mother and father had had cats when you were little, but they were long gone and you hadn’t been able to afford a pet while living in this house. Of course, you could have afforded cats if you agreed to take more money from the Deku gang or the Shie Hassaikai, like they kept pressuring you to do. You speculated this is why Sero had gotten the tattoo in the first place, but he had never admitted that to you. Certainly he wanted companionship like anyone else, but Sero was more of a dog person, considering he was pretty much the human version of a puppy.

With one last check to ensure the back porch light was off, the two of you went off on your way to the restaurant where you were planning to stuff your face with hopefully a somewhat nutritious meal. Better than the crap you’ve been daring to call nourishment.

Locking the door behind you, the two of you stepped out into the breezy summer air. If you closed your eyes you could imagine yourself on a beach. Anywhere but here.

Before you got into all of your problems you couldn’t get off your mind, you asked Sero how his work was going. He owned his own small tattoo parlor in the next part of town that was significantly less ramshackle than your zip code. It was no rich people haven by any means, but still nicer.

“Work is...good! Hey, when are you going to come to my shop and get a tattoo? I’ll make sure to give you the best-person-in-the-world discount!” His silly lopsided grin made giggles erupt from your throat, no matter how you tried to hold them in. The breakfast place he suggested was suspiciously close to said tattoo shop, and you had laughed when he first sent you the address. Always a businessman first.

“Sorry ink-man, no tattoos for me today.”

“Alright, alright, fine. It has been busier than usual, I think sending my card to those gangs like you suggested really paid off! They’re a little terrifying, but hey, they pay me. Oh and you wouldn’t believe what happened the other day.” He launched into a story about how a client had come into his shop for a consultation on a tattoo, whipped out a picture of her boyfriend completely naked and demanded he tattoo the entire thing across her back.

“What? No way.” You let your head fall back as you laughed at the ridiculousness of some people. It was nice to hear about something screwed up, but not heavy. A story that made you laugh and forget about the betrayal you felt.

“Well, anyway, and most importantly, how are you?” He smiled at you expectantly. Your heart sank a bit as you were again forced back into your thoughts.

“Uh, pretty good I guess.” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief so you continued. “Okay not really. I’ve gotten a surge of trauma patients recently and I lost one last night.” Though it was never easy, Sero knew losing a patient was nothing new for you, so that couldn’t be why you had called. He nodded sympathetically and put a hand on your shoulder.

After a moment he offered you a bright smile, “at least you’ve got me!”

You smiled back, “yeah, I do.”

The sunlight beamed in through the tree branches and leaves above you, casting spots of golden light onto Sero’s form. The wind whipped through your hair and you enjoyed the smell of summer coming in as you heard the birds chirping blithely around you. As if to keep you from truly enjoying any distraction, the image of your mother’s head twisting around flooded into your head and made you flinch, and you wrenched your eyes shut as if to lessen the impact. But there was no running away from the image plastered on the back of your eyelids.

“I had the nightmare again.” You couldn’t bring yourself to meet Sero’s eyes as you said it, electing to stare at the dirt-caked sidewalk instead.

“Oh. I’m sorry. It was a bad one this time, huh?” A tattooed arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you snuggled closer, tugging your arm around his back, curling your fingers into his side. He let that fact hang in the air for a bit, leaving room for you to share more if you wanted. You both walked in comfortable silence for a bit, and you breathed in his scent. Soaking up his warmth and support, you tried not to cry as you felt your throat closing up.

After a moment, Sero startled you by yelling and pointing his finger. He had felt the need to point out two birds in a tree “going at it” and you broke into a relieved laugh.

From that point on, you chatted idly about everything and nothing while on your way to the restaurant. His laugh was the funniest part of any dumb joke he told. Though, you thought he was funny without even trying.

The steaming food was set down in front of you, and Sero decided it was time to forgo the small talk.

“So. What’s really going on? I know you love seeing me, of course, but I can tell when something else is on your mind.” His playful grin reminded you that no matter what you said he wouldn’t judge you. So you decided to cut right to the issue, as he bent to take a sip of his iced caramel coffee.

“The League of Villains wants me to be their on-call nurse.” Sero started choking on his drink, and his sloth placed a few gentle pats on his back. He was still able to breathe, so you continued.

“I have to live with them, but they’ll pay me for my time. And I don’t have to pay rent.” You paused for a bit, and your tone must have lacked finality because Sero stayed silent, sensing there was more you wanted to say. But he was also still in the middle of his coughing fit.

“They have made a big difference in the world, for the better, and it would be nice to be part of something bigger. I won’t go on missions with them or anything so my safety shouldn’t be compromised.” You sighed, staring pensively at your food and absently picking at it with your fork. There was another detail that was still bothering you.

“They somehow know about my mom and sister. They’ve done their research and think I would fit in well there.” You warmed at the thought of finally fitting in somewhere. It had been so hard to be somewhat morally grey as a nurse and always walk that line of never fully agreeing with the heroes or villains. Sero had recovered from inhaling his coffee, so he finally spoke.

“What, that’s crazy! Honestly, if it gets you out of that crappy neighborhood, I’ll be glad. I know you’re not happy there, and it sounds like you want to join them. So what’s stopping you?” You were thoughtful for a moment.

“I don’t know. It’s sort of a big change. I just need time to think it over. It seems like the perfect way to safely get out of those deals with the gangs. I wanted to talk it out with you first. You’re my go-to for advice,” you chuckled. He gave you a wide grin.

“Of course I am! I give only the best advice for the best of people. Look, it sounds like this could be really good for you. I mean, we both know your clinic was a lot more stressful than you expected and there’s no opportunities there. I want to see you happy. And maybe you’ll meet a hot villain guy to fu-“

“Ugh, Sero you always have to go there don’t you?” Dabi’s face played in your mind, and you felt the blush creeping up your neck, flicking your eyes to the sidewalk at the base of the outdoor table.

“There’s already a hot villain guy, isn’t there? Isn’t there?!” You blushed more and choked out an embarrassed laugh. Sero’s Cheshire grin went ear-to-ear as he continued.

“Oh there definitely is,” he waggled his eyebrows, “tell me about him. I was wondering how you heard from the League.” You sighed in defeat.

“There was this guy, Dabi, that came to my house and told me they’ve been watching me, whatever the hell that means. He said they could use someone like me.” Sero looked at you expectantly and flailed his arms.

“And?” You sighed again.

“And he has lots of piercings, blue eyes, and he’s kind of an asshole,” you begrudgingly admitted.

“Just your type, then.”

“I guess.” Dabi did check all your boxes. Somehow.

Sero had been your best friend through all of your tumultuous relationships and your complete weakness for “bad boys” that never treated you right. Dabi definitely fit this category, especially with him being a villain. If you had to psychoanalyze yourself and guess, it must be some self-destructive tendency as a result of your dad’s abuse being the only kind of love you had known after the fifth grade. Therapy might be good. Or maybe you really had embraced your dark side like Midoriya had said. The cliché was almost laughable, but you certainly weren’t going to resist your interest in the scarred man.

“But he also told me that I should watch my back, and he basically admitted that he got information about me from one of the mobs I make deals with. I mean, what else could he mean by that?” Sero hummed and his face twisted slightly with concern.

He didn’t say it, what you both knew, and what you had been trying to avoid thinking about. The possibility that your Uncle could be the one selling information about you to the League. What could be worth it? More money than they already had? Protection? Supplies? What was worth selling you out for after you had saved so many of their men’s lives? You were blood.

As much as you could tell yourself it was another gang who did it, the one detail remained inconsistent: how Dabi knew about your family. You were certain you hadn’t told a soul who didn’t already know because they were directly involved. The city had to cover up the story, sweep it under the rug and not give details about it to keep your story confidential. It would have looked bad for the well-known hero agency of which he was a member. Of course, the hero had gotten off on some bullshit jail time that wasn’t long enough for the murder (though accidental, it was still murder) he committed. So it wasn’t like anyone could look you up and figure out your entire life story. Or certainly not about that incident.

You had done years of intensive, paranoid searching to find the story buried somewhere. You never found it. No one was interested in telling the stories of people like you. They would much prefer you stay unknown and unheard.

The only way to figure it out was an inside perspective. You supposed there were the gangsters close to your uncle that could possibly know. Certainly Chisaki, but would Tommy really have told his underlings? No, that seemed unlikely. So, the only people who realistically knew about it were Sero, Tommy, and Chisaki. You thought to the other gangs. In your numerous calculated conversations with Izuku, you were certain you had never slipped up and betrayed any details of your personal life, much less of your childhood trauma. That was a hard line you never crossed with the crime lord, even when he tried to poke around.

It certainly couldn’t be Keigo. He didn’t seem to care enough about you, or any other than himself, to send people to spy on you. Even if a gangster was spying on you, it still didn’t explain how they knew. Maybe you had talked about it out in the open with Sero? You shook your head, beginning to feel a pounding at the base of your skull from overthinking. You needed a distraction.

“What’s his name?” You gestured your fork at the sloth that was now languidly picking through Sero’s hair. Maybe that’s why it looked more frizzy than usual.

“Frank. Maybe.” You looked at him incredulously and laughed. It was a funny name, but he had to have thought of something better. “Oh what are you laughing about?”

“Frank is an absolutely unacceptable name for a sloth. It would have to be something like….Morgan. Yeah, I can see that.”

“I can’t! How is Morgan any better than Frank? They’re both people names. And what else do you name sloths? Fluffy?”

The rest of the meal was spent arguing over names from his new companion. Except when you occasionally interjected with new realizations about your predicament. Sero played along whenever you derailed the conversation with blurting your thoughts out loud, and gave you reassurance when you needed it. Thank the Gods for his endless patience.

After you both were done eating and paid for the food—the pink-skinned waitress with black pits for eyes was smitten and gave Sero a fuck me please discount—you both started walking back to your house, since Sero had to start up his tattoo shop for the day. You plotted activities for the next time you would come over to his apartment.

Once you returned to your doorstep, Sero pulled you into his arms.

“Just know that whatever you choose, I’m here to support you. I love you, okay? Get some more rest then call them and negotiate. They’re only getting you on your terms.” He gazed at you with fondness and a rare seriousness that differed from his normally felicitous demeanor. “And feel around to see who could possibly be telling the League that stuff. Whoever it is, it’ll be okay.”

“I will, and yeah I still need to think about it more, but you’re right. It’s on my terms,” you punched him on the shoulder, “love you too, weirdo.” You reached up to hesitantly stroke the sloth’s head, unsure if that’s what you did with pet sloths. “Bye, Frank.”

It was a cute name, and you didn’t actually have a problem with it, you just liked messing with Sero. As you watched him walk away you wondered how you lucked out to have someone as great as Sero in your life. He made you laugh with his near-constant levity, but was still serious when you needed it. He had been your rock since high school, and you didn’t want to imagine how your life would be without him.

You sighed. Now it was time to sit down and do some research.

#brit #bnha #mha #sero hanta #dabi #chisaki kai #bnha reader insert #mafia au #eventual smut #dabi x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #Todoroki shouto x reader #I know only two people are actually reading this and that's okay

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redcrownroses · 5 years ago

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The girl at Emerald Ranch

Summary: You're the confined girl at Emerald Ranch. Arthur comes into your life when he becomes a guard for your home after your father hit the jackpot with a recent business deal. Unbeknownst to you, Arthur has an ulterior motive for being there but getting close to you was a whole different motive on his behalf.

Category: Fluff, smut

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex

A/N: I’ve had this idea at the back of my mind for some time now and I finally got around to creating this piece after jotting down a few ideas about it. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it! There might be a second part but who knows we'll see.

The grandfather clock chimed, indicating the arrival of noon.

You stood up from your chair, setting aside the knitting kit before making your way towards the window. It had become a habit now, ever since Joshua’s death. The man you were so in love with. And you think you still are but it has been almost 3 years since. He was nothing but a memory now.

And yet, you always followed this ritualistic routine. Everyday at noon you would stare out the window towards the horizon. In a way, it was a commemoration to his memory. A moment to remember the precious ones you’ve spent with him.

You still remember the day he was killed like it was yesterday. At noon, in the small Saloon down the road. You witnessed it all.

You sighed softly as you gazed through the window pane. Everything was still the same. Your father’s ranch hands below worked the small gardens. The others tended to the animals. And as always, the land beyond the ranch stretched and rolled out for miles ahead in its emerald textures. You had always loved this place, but ever since that tragic day you despised it.

Your father was the worst thing in this awful ranch. Greed, haughtiness, and manipulation were the hallmarks of his character. But if you were to describe him in one word then it would be heartless. It was his fault that your lover met his demise, and you would never forgive your father for such a thing.

Now you were stuck in this cursed home, sentenced to live isolated within the confines of this wretched ranch. There was nothing much you could do against this trammel your father had placed upon you. You felt empty, hollow, and you’ve already accepted the fact that nothing would be able to fill the void in you. These circumstances sometimes had you wishing that you would’ve died along with your mother during your birth.

As you continued gazing out the window you noticed a lone rider approaching. No one really visits the house unless they’re looking for a job. This man though? He seemed different. The way he carried himself was unlike any other men that came around. You weren’t able to see much of his face as his black hat covered his eyes, but then he lifted his head to glance up at the house as he got closer.

His gaze met yours and your breath hitched in your throat.

You immediately stepped away from the window. After awhile you began to hear the muffled conversation between the man and your father. Was he here for work? Or was he simply just a passing traveler? Your questions were soon answered the following day.

As per usual you took your spot by the window. You observed a group of birds flying towards the horizon, wishing you were one of them. You were so engrossed in their flight you didn’t even notice the man from yesterday approaching your home. He, however, noticed you. It was the first thing he did upon arrival actually.

It was only when your father began to walk with the man towards the fencing that you finally picked up on his presence. You watched as he shook your father’s hand before heading towards his horse and grabbing his repeater.

It dawned to you then that your father must have hired him for security. He had been making a great deal of money as of late from what you had overheard from him. Somehow he got his hands on a few prized ponies and other horses. It was rather suspicious in all honesty but you didn’t question it. In fact, you never question him at all because you hardly spoke to him.

—🌹—

A week had gone by, your home was now being guarded by three more guards. You couldn’t help but feel like this would only attract more attention to outsiders, specifically those with bad intentions. But there wasn’t much you could do to begin with anyways.

The first guard, whose name you found out was Arthur, was currently standing below your window. You could barely see him but he was there. Ever since his arrival you’ve been looking out the window more often, trying to catch a glimpse of him below. Sometimes he would look up your window as he passed by and wave, and you’d wave back. It almost felt like he was keeping you company at times as he was always stationed in that same spot. Your knew it was foolish but deep inside you wished you could open the window and make small talk. Your father, of course, wouldn’t allow it. He doesn’t let any of his workers talk to you. You tried before and there were repercussions.

The only choice you had was to just observe in silence. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to someone properly. Your cousins had moved away and had yet to write to you again. The little friends you had while growing up lost contact with you. You were truly alone in this world.

Lost in your reverie you almost didn’t realize that Arthur had left his post. As you looked out the window, trying to look for him, you heard some light tapping on your door that made you jump a little. You furrowed your brow, wondering why your father would be knocking at your door right now.

You went to see what he wanted but you were met with Arthur instead, much to your great surprise. “H-how did you get in here?”

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here but I just needed to know if you’re okay miss.”

The question had you frozen in place. When was the last time anyone had asked about your well-being. You were about to reply when you heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. Your eyes widened and your heart began pounding. Arthur appeared slightly panicked but before he could do or say anything you grabbed him by the arm and tugged him inside your room.

Your father seemed to not have noticed anything was off and once he went back downstairs you heaved a sigh of relief, your ear still pressed against the door.

“That was close,” Arthur whispered.

You turned towards him, nodding in response. You were now able to see him much clearer in the light of your room compared to the dim hall. He was very attractive and all you could do was stare at him. Where did your father find this man?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” His eyes traveled around the small room. “I just heard about you being locked up. Didn’t mean to be nosey.”

“It’s okay,” you began. “I know what you must’ve been thinking when you heard about me. But I learned to be fine. I’m okay.”

He observed you for a moment. “Alright, if you say so miss.”

“Y/N.” You gave him a small, shy smile.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Arthur.” He tipped his hat towards you, smiling a little. “I should probably get going then. Again, I’m sorry about—”

“It’s been some time since I had anyone visit me.” You murmured. “You can stay a little while longer if you want.”

His eyes widened a little. “I, uh. Okay.” He nodded. My shift’s over anyway so I have time.”

You gestured at a chair in the corner and he thanked you before sitting on it and taking his hat off. The two of you began to converse quietly. You soon learned a few things about him and he about you. He even made you laugh, though you had to cover your mouth to avoid any unwanted outside attention. Dinner time soon rolled around and you were called downstairs by the cook.

“This was nice. I wish we could stay talking some more.” You stood up from your bed.

“Me too. It was really nice.” He stood up, putting his hat back on. “You have a wonderful dinner, ma’am.”

“Thank you. Will you be able to come back again?” You didn’t know where the sudden bold question came from. You knew how risky it was. And yet, you felt like you didn’t have enough of him. Arthur seemed like a noble and good man, and what more is that you felt like you could trust him and his intentions.

“Sure,” he drawled out in his southern accent. “If you want to I’ll be here.”

—🌹—

Your secret encounters with Arthur continued.

Almost everyday he would come to your room. You had sometimes let him in through the backdoor yourself and other times he would climb in through your window at nightfall. Of course, you’d have all the lights off in order to avoid anyone seeing him but you would immediately light a candle as soon as he was through.

Two weeks of this routine and you practically felt like you’ve known Arthur for a long time now. Every gentle smile, every quiet laughter, every lingering stare had you beginning to feel something you thought you’d never feel again.

It was a lazy afternoon, another week had gone by, and the two of you were sitting on the floor, snacking on some cheese and crackers and chocolate that Arthur had brought in. You were telling him a story when you noticed a small piece of chocolate had clung to his beard.

“Oh you have a little…” Without much thought you leaned forward and began to brush it off. “There.”

You noticed then that he was looking at you intently. You wanted to retract and take your spot in front of him again but you were frozen in place.

Your eyes flickered from his beautiful blue green hues to his lips and back up to his eyes again a couple of times until they finally lingered on his lips. He was doing the exact same thing on yours, and before you knew it the two of you were leaning towards one another slowly.

When your lips met his you felt like your body might give in right then and there. It was tender and soft. And you didn't want it to end.

He cupped your face and you drew closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. The kiss soon became vigorous and you were now perched atop of Arthur’s thighs as he held a tight grip on your waist.

Pretty soon you had your legs wrapped around his hips, your hands raking though his sandy brown hair. You began to feel something poking at your nether region then and you let out a soft moan against his lips, vastly enjoying the feeling there. Your were soon rubbing against him, prompting a low guttural sound from his throat. You two finally broke the kiss, your chest heaving as he began to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, nibbling here and there. The act had you canting your head further to the side and moaning some more until Arthur couldn’t take it anymore. All sensibility was lost as he immediately stood up with you still clinging to him and practically threw you onto the bed.

He was breathing heavily as he hovered over you. You pawed at his shirt as you began to give some attention to his neck in return, your legs wrapping themselves around him once more, tugging him closer to you and immediately feeling the tent in his pants between your legs. He emitted a few shuddering breaths before pulling slightly away.

“Are… are you sure?” He breathed.

“Yes,” you whispered before pulling him back down for another searing kiss. He responded immediately, his hands moving up your hips and untucking your blouse. You quickly undid his buttons and his shirt was soon off. You pulled back to admire his torso, fingers tracing the muscles there before laying a few kisses on his chest.

He made quick work of your blouse and skirt before pausing again. “Are you really sure? Because—”

“I want you to.” You pulled at your chemise and revealed your breasts to him, eliciting exactly what you wanted. He immediately began to plant kisses all over your chest before taking a nipple in his mouth and lowering the garment down your waist. You moaned as he ravished you. His hands traveled down to your hips, slipping his hands under the waistband of your drawers. In one swift movement he pulled them off of you as you lifted your hips a little to make it easier for him, all while still kissing him.

He pulled back as he undid his belt and you helped him take his trousers off. Once free he slipped your chemise completely off, both of you now naked. You were propped on your elbows as he stared at you in awe. You bit your bottom lip then, your lust filled eyes traveling the expanse of his body until they landed on the very thing that fueled your pulsing core.

In contrast to Joshua, Arthur was much bigger and you were wondering how on earth he was going to fit until he slid a finger in you. He found that you were already so wet but he needed to prepare you some more before he could delve in, he wouldn’t want to hurt you after all.

Your threw your head back, letting yourself fall on the mattress as he pumped his finger a few good times before adding a second finger and then a third, dragging out the time for a while. You let out a string of quiet moans before he stopped.

“Yeah you’re ready for me girl,” he uttered in a sensual husky tone that set you even more aflame.

You nodded as another moan escaped your throat. Arthur retracted his fingers and you watched as he began to coat himself with your slick for a much easier entry. Once he was done he proceeded to hover over you, his member brushing against you and causing you to lift your hips to meet his. He groaned but kissed you one more time then. It was sweet and gentle and before you knew it you felt him sliding inside you with such ease at first, prompting you to gasp at the feeling as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

When he was midway in you began to whimper at the sudden pain from being stretched further. He paused to look at you, reassuring words spilling from his lips before lowering his hand between you and rubbing the bundle of nerves there. You closed your eyes momentarily and sighed softly as he began to slowly inch further in, the pain transitioning to pleasure as he began to kiss you again.

You both moaned in each other’s mouth, still kissing as it grew in vigor. When he was completely sheathed in, he paused in his kisses to trace his lips down your jaw and onto your throat. He began to suck and nibble for a moment before finally moving his hips. You closed your eyes, your fingers carding through his tousled hair as you sighed contently.

His movements were gentle and languid at first but as time passed he began to pick up pace. He lowered his head towards the column of your neck and began to nibble at it again. He then reached down and rubbed at your clit, eliciting a spate of quiet whimpers and moans from you. The sweet sounds filling his ears soon had him careening towards the edge.

“Faster,” you breathed in his ear.

That was enough for him to lose control right then and there. He began pistoning in and out of you, his grip around your hips tightening as he bit down on the side of your neck, almost making you cry out loud in pure pleasure. His slipped a hand between you both again to rub at the bud of nerves. This turned you into a quiet moaning mess as you began uncoiling beneath him, your nails raking against his back.

You began to feel the impending intense pleasure and you arched your back. The both of you peaked simultaneously with a series of heavy moans. Arthur slipped out of you and spilled himself on your thigh, cursing with a husky voice before lowering his head on your shoulder.

You breathed heavily in his ear and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He let himself gently fall on top of you, placing a quick kiss on your chest before resting his head at the top valley of your breasts as he panted. You smiled at that as your fingers brushed through his hair, your labored breathing slowly easing.

“That… was amazing,” you murmured and looked down at him. “I never felt that before.”

Arthur smiled, borderlining a smirk, as he lifted his head up to look at you. “Glad you enjoyed it. It’s been a while I wasn’t sure if I was going to satisfy you.” He withdrew for a split moment and grabbed his undergarment to clean you and himself.

You chuckled softly and continued stroking his hair. “Well you did.” You paused for a moment. “Arthur, what does this mean for us?”

He didn’t reply immediately and it began to worry you. He wasn’t just going to use you like that and pretend none of this ever happened right? The mere thought had your heart beating fast again.

“Whatever you want it to mean.” He finally replied.

You were quiet for a moment, debating over whether or not you should tell him. All doubt was instantly tossed out the window as soon as he leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. He drew back and stared into your eyes with a twinkle in his own. “But I hope that answers your question.”

A tender smile formed on your lips as you placed your hands around the nape of his neck and brought him down for a brief kiss. “I know this might sound crazy but... I like you, Arthur. A lot. We’ve only known each other for two weeks but I grew very fond of you.”

He stared at you intently and smiled. “I like you too.” A slight sheepish expression crossed his features as he looked away momentarily. “I could have sworn you only saw me as nothing more than a friend though.”

“I thought the same about you.” You brushed your fingers against his cheek before cupping his jaw with a gentle smile. “I’m glad you knocked on my door that day.”

“That makes two of us, sweetheart.” He returned the gentle smile before kissing you, this one more passionate and lengthier. After a while you both finally drew away to catch some well needed air, and Arthur shifted so your head was now resting on his chest. The two of you proceeded to cuddle one another with big smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled between you both. You sighed contently and snuggled up closer to him as his fingers idly traced the curve of your back.

“Run away with me,” he suddenly murmured out of nowhere.

You looked up at him, your breath caught in your throat. Admittedly, you didn’t think past your situation. How was all this going to work between you two?

Running away was the only solution to this problem. You would gain your freedom and a chance for a happy life. It was something you had always wanted and the very thought of having it within arms reach brought thrill and vast joy to your heart, two things that you haven’t felt in a very long time.

Above all, and most importantly, you’d be with Arthur.

You almost couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe you were dreaming all along. You were at a loss for words as you lifted your head from his chest to take a better look at him in pure astonishment. The only thing you were able to muster at that moment was a simple nod in response, smiling as the tears began to pool.

Arthur reached out and cradled your face in his hands gently, wiping at a stray tear with the pad of his thumb as he gazed into your eyes affectionately. “Tomorrow night, by midnight, I’ll be here waiting for you. So pack your things and be ready.” He drew you to him and kissed you once more.

You melted into his touch, humming contently against his lips as you wrapped your arms around him. For the first time in a long time you finally felt wanted again.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr fanfic #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #my writing #nsft #finally wrote the smut #it's been a while

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sinfulwonders · 5 years ago

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Have a different despair disease Kokichi WIP. This one is near completion, but I just felt like something was off about it and never could figure it out to post it! So now it gets to see the light of day because of this WIP challenge :P

Nothing but the Truth

When Kokichi awoke in his dorm room to the sound of the morning announcement, something felt off. The room felt colder than usual and his head was pounding. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and stumbled out of bed.

Am I getting sick?

Kokichi made his way to his bathroom and was taken aback by how pale his already snow white skin looked. His eyes looked sunken in, as if he hadn’t slept in days, while his purple locks clung to his sweaty forehead.

“I look like shit…” Kokichi mumbled aloud, frowning.

He staggered back towards his warm bed, but before he made it there he heard an all too familiar sound:

DING DONG BING BONG

“All students report to the gym for an announcement! And that means ALL students!” Monokuma’s voice rung out loudly through the speakers, causing Kokichi’s aching head to throb even more.

On an average day Kokichi spent more time on his appearance than he would care to admit, but today he barely got his shirt on correctly. He cursed the clasps as he struggled. But eventually, the sickly boy made his way to the gym.

At the entrance, Kokichi was greeted by a smiling Maki.

“Good morning Kokichi!!!” She beamed, sweat forming under her bangs.

“Umm…” Kokichi had no idea how to respond to this.

Maki’s eyes got wide with concern, “What’s the matter Kokichi?”

What the hell is this? Maki has never said a nice thing to me; is she stealing my shtick and trying to be sarcastic? Is she trying to tease me? Well I guess I need to teach her who’s she’s messing with.

Kokichi rounded up as much of what little strength he had in his current state and gave her one of his best smirks. He answered with as much enthusiasm as he could-

“I feel horrible, Maki. I think I may be sick.”

What the hell was that? I went in to mock her, tell her I feel *absolutely wonderful*, but that’s not what happened…What the hell is going on?

As the rest of the class wandered in, they suddenly heard a laugh at the front of the gym.

“Puhuhuhuhu!”

Monokuma landed on the podium, and lifted his arms in the air, like a gymnast does after a landing, “Listen up, Kiddos! Back by popular demand: The Despair Disease!”

Popular demand? Well that supports my theory that this dumb game is being shown to…someone... But what the hell is the despair disease?

“Now some of you may have noticed that a few of your friends are acting strange. And some of you may be feeling pretty under the weather by now. Well welcome to your Killing Game Motive! Since none of you have had the balls to kill anyone, we’re gonna switch up some of those pesky personalities of yours!”

“Switch up our personalities?” Spoke up the timid detective, hiding under his hat.

“Yep! Cool innit? The despair disease has a pesky side effect! Besides making you feel like shit and nearly killing you, it also effects your personality! Each effect on a person is different, but as the saying goes: opposites attract! Look at Maki for example! Usually so stoic and calm! But today she’s as friendly as ever! That’s why she has the Bubbly disease! Now I gave you that one for free, but you’ll have to figure out the other students that have it yourself! But watch out, Kiddos. It’s contagious!”

As Monokuma said those last words and disappeared from the podium, everyone took a step back from one another. Only Monokuma’s wretched laugh echoed through the silent room. It was a while before anyone spoke.

Finally Maki smiled and said, “That’s weird what Monokuma said, cuz I feel great! I don’t feel diseased or despaired at all! Guess he was wrong!” She gave a peppy shrug and began to skip away.

“Wait Maki! We need to stick together!” yelled Kaito, the spiky haired boy beginning to follow her.

Kokichi rolled my eyes.

Why couldn’t that big oaf get the disease? His personality is infuriating.

“Kaito is right, Maki. We need to figure out who exactly has this supposed disease…” Shuichi started strong, and then trailed off as the group looked at him. He pushed his hat down a bit to hide a slight blush.

Kokichi caught it and sighed, “What a cutie…” He instantly clamped his hand over his mouth. Luckily, no one heard him.

What the hell was that? Why did I say that out loud? Could this be the despair disease?

Kokichi slunk in the background so as not to draw attention to himself, as the group discussed options and eventually opted to have the infected people be confined to their rooms. Kokichi rolled his eyes.

I really need to keep investigating this stupid place. I can’t afford these idiots locking me up for who knows how long.

Kokichi stifled a cough as they asked everyone who was feeling ill, disoriented, or just different to raise their hands. The boy averted his gaze from the others and did not raise his hand.

“Kokichi said he was sick!” Maki sang, her hands behind her back as she swayed back and forth like an excited child. Her pigtails completed the look.

Oh my fucking God Maki. The one time I want you to keep your damn mouth shut you’re feeling extra ready to share. Just my luck.

Kokichi glared and then quickly plastered his signature devious smirk on his face.

“Kokichi- you don’t look so good…” Shuichi took a step towards him.

“You’re right, I feel terrible!” Kokichi blurted and then threw his hand over his mouth. He had tried to reply with an insult and a vague non answer to the question, but had said what he was actually thinking.

Miu burst out laughing, “Oh man! Monokuma did say it made people the opposite! It looks like Cock-ichi can’t lie!”

Kokichi glared and started to retort back. But he choked his words back and just looked at the ground.

I wouldn’t be able to say anything that I wanted to anyway. This is so boring.

Kokichi looked back up at the group, “I’m going to my room. I’m bored.”

Good, I was able to say that at least. But without my lies…I guess I need to wait for this crap to wear off.

Kokichi took a few steps, glaring daggers at a still snickering Miu, but as he passed her he faltered. He started coughing and he almost fell over. While Miu stopped smiling, Shuichi ran up to the boy.

“Kokichi!” he cried as he helped him up, “Do you need help back to your room?”

Ugh I hate this. I’m so freaking helpless. And of course, Shuichi is the first to come to my aid. He’s always so freaking considerate. Bleh. Boring. I just need to tell him that he can go to Hell.

Kokichi rolled his eyes and spit out the word, “Yes.” He instantly frowned and his eyes shot to the floor.

Shuichi smiled and turned back to the others, “Will you make sure that Maki gets back to her room, Kaito?” Kaito nodded and Shuichi glanced at Maki who pouted, “And actually stays there?” Kaito gave him a wide grin and a thumbs up.

Bleh, I wish I could say anything to wipe that stupid “heroic” grin off of Kaito’s face. Actually, I just wish I could say anything. This is the worssssst.

Shuichi and Kokichi made their way back to the dorms in silence. Partway through Kokichi began to lose balance again, so Shuichi insisted that Kokichi lean on him for support. Kokichi replied with an exhausted nod. Kokichi, being the smaller of the two males, forced Shuichi to lean over so that he could drape his arm around his shoulder. He leaned his body into the taller boy, and they began their journey once again.

He smells nice…

“Umm, thanks Kokichi…” Shuichi stammered.

“Oh god, did I say that out loud?” Kokichi’s face turned bright red.

Shuichi gave the boy a kind smile, “Yeah, you kind of did…”

Kokichi eyes immediately shot to the ground.

Jesus. I must be getting delirious. This is the most embarrassing day of my life.

The two continued, making the journey in a now awkward silence. As they got to the Kokichi’s room, Kokichi wrestled with the key until finally opening the door to his messy room. Shuichi helped the boy to his bed and sat him down.

“Do you…need anything else?” Shuichi looked down at his feet as he said it.

For you to leave!

“I’m hungry…and thirsty,” Kokichi whispered.

Ugh God dammit!

“I can go get Kirumi to make you something! What would you like?” Shuichi exclaimed, excited that he could be useful in some way.

Kokichi blushed at the enthusiastic boy, trying to ignore how cute he looked when he was excited, “I guess…soup.”

“Of course! I’ll be right back!”

The detective ran off, on a mission. When the door shut, Kokichi used the opportunity to let out a loud, dramatic sigh. He fell back and hit the pillow.

Shuichi is the worst person for me to be around right now. He’s a detective. He knows how to get information out of people, and now I can’t even lie to him. Also…it sucks that he’s so damn hot.

Kokichi had been attracted to Shuichi since the first time he had met him. He was a quiet, socially awkward boy, but the aura of mystery that he had around him was intoxicating. He seemed like he was always thinking, that his wheels were always spinning, coming up with new theories about everything.

Has he ever spent any of long periods of time thinking about me? Trying to figure me out?

Not only was Shuichi obviously incredibly intelligent with an eye for detail that no one could match, but the detective was incredibly caring and genuine about his feelings.

He knows the intricacies of the world, and how corrupt most people’s intentions are, and still chooses to wear his heart on his sleeve. It’s…I can’t do that…

As Kokichi was absorbed in his thoughts of Shuichi, the boy in question knocked.

“I have soup!”

“Come in…” Kokichi coughed.

Shuichi entered, carrying a very well presented tray, obviously set by Kirumi. The soup smelled amazing, and when the detective handed it over, Kokichi couldn’t help but take a big gulp.

“Ahh!”

“Oh! It’s still hot!” Shuichi exclaimed, quickly handing Kokichi the glass of water on the tray. Shuichi tried not to smile at Kokichi fanning his tongue with surprise. The Ultimate Supreme Leader looked so childlike and innocent.

As Kokichi gulped down the water, his eyes made contact with the concerned detective’s. He gave him a sheepish grin and reddened, “I should have known…”

Shuichi couldn’t help but let out a laugh, surprised at how strangely adorable Kokichi was acting.

“You have such a cute laugh, Shuichi!” Kokichi exclaimed, and then slapped a hand over his mouth, his face now entirely crimson.

“Th-thanks, Kokichi,” Shuichi decided to take the compliment in stride. After all, Kokichi couldn’t help it, and it was a rare instance where he knew Kokichi wasn’t secretly insulting him.

Kokichi placed the tray next to his bed and buried his face in his pillow.

I wasn’t even trying to say anything and that slipped out! The truth is getting harder and harder to contain! Why is this happening to me??

Kokichi felt his bed sink with pressure. He looked up to see that Shuichi had sat next to the sprawled boy. He placed a comforting hand on the boy’s upper back.

“I’m so sorry you’re going through this, Kokichi,” Shuichi said with a compassionate smile, “But can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…”

Kokichi thought about it for a moment. Then slowly nodded.

“Well this disease is obviously very difficult for you. And I’m sure most people would hate it…I mean… not getting a say on whether you give a truthful, untruthful, or even partially true answer…would suck. But you’re really struggling, Kokichi. Why is it that you lie constantly? Do you hate the truth?”

Kokichi pondered, then slowly, logically, stated, “That’s more than one question.” He smirked at his ability to still give at least a partially sarcastic response.

Shuichi chuckled, “Then the first one then. Why is it that you lie constantly?”

Do I even know the answer to that question? I’m sure I did initially, but I’ve been lying to myself for so long that I don’t know if any answer I give would be a truly honest answer.

“To protect myself. Fear, insecurities, feelings… they all can be detrimental. But lies protect you. From enemies, friends… even yourself. Lying is my armor.” Kokichi left his mouth agape as the answer escaped his lips. He knew it was true even though he hadn’t been able to come up with it on his own.

Shuichi nodded in understanding, “Thank you for your honesty, Kokichi.”

Kokichi smiled. He tried to say no problem, but instead said, “I hadn’t even admitted that to myself before.”

I hate this stupid, goddamn disease!

The boy punched the pillow in frustration. Shuichi reached out instinctually and touched Kokichi’s forearm. The boy jerked away from the detective and glared.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Apologized the embarrassed detective, “I’ll l-let you get some rest…”

The boy quickly exited the room, assuming that the other was angry with him. As Shuichi closed the door, Kokichi’s face softened into a regretful frown, and he let a quiet word escape his lips.

“Stay…”

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Kokichi awoke with a start. He tried to jump up, but then the previous day’s events hit him like a truck. Or that was possibly the feeling of his head pounding. The sick boy recalled the illness that had befallen the group of students, effecting him and Maki, at the very least. He also recalled the unusual interaction with Shuichi and his face flushed.

He probably thinks I hate him. Well… that’s actually a good thing for both of us. But still, it bothers me if I made him sad for no reason. And it pisses me off that it bothers me!

Thinking about that made Kokichi’s face turn an even darker shade of red. It was in that moment that he heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Kokichi silently groaned at how friendly his voice sounded.

Shuichi opened the door slowly, “You s-sound like you feel better.”

As he entered he saw Kokichi’s extremely red face and his eyes widened.

“Did your fever get worse?” He ran over and placed his hand on Kokichi’s forehead, “You feel really warm!”

He suddenly backed up several steps, “I’m sorry! I didn’t m-mean to invade your personal space. I was just w-worried.”

“I don’t mind it when it’s you, Shuichi.”

Great. Thanks despair disease. Wording my answer like some stupid school girl with a crush. Appreciate that.

Luckily for Kokichi, Shuichi didn’t read too much into it and just sighed in relief, “That’s good to hear,” he paused and presented an embarrassed smile, “I felt bad about yesterday, and came to apologize.”

“I wasn’t mad at you, I was irritated with the disease,” Kokichi sighed.

That wasn’t too bad. That was along the lines of what I actually wanted to say.

Shuichi smiled wider, “Oh good!” he then backtracked, “Oh not good that you were irritated! It sucks that you are dealing with the despair disease! But good that we’re… good!”

Kokichi smiled weakly as he listened to the nervous boy’s ramblings. His head pounded more intensely as ever, and before he knew it, he fell back into his pillow and fainted.

As he drifted into blackness, he heard the boy exclaim in nervous confusion. He replied to quell his fear, or at least he tried.

“You’re so cute…when you’re worried about…me.”

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Kokichi was pulled back to the land of the living when he felt a sudden cold sensation on his head.

“Ah!”

“Oh he’s awake. Splendid.”

Kokichi opened his eyes to Kirumi’s face in front of his own.

“Aww. You’re not Shuichi.” Kokichi face flared red as the words escaped his lips.

“Oh, I’m r-right here... Kokichi,” the detective pulled his hat in front of his face to hide his blush as he answered.

Kirumi seemed unfazed by the interaction, “Keep the cold washcloth on his forehead and change it every few hours. His fever has gone down a bit. Now I must go help tend to Angie. Himiko and Tenko are having a difficult time.”

Shuichi thanked her as she left.

“So it is spreading after all?” Kokichi asked, with genuine curiosity.

“Y-yeah.”

“Well you should go so that you don’t catch it,” Kokichi said matter-of-factly.

And so I don’t say anything embarrassing. Stupid, cute Shuichi. This is all his fault.

“Do you really want me to go?”

Kokichi shook his head yes while his mouth said, “No…I’d like you to stay- UGH!”

Kokichi covered his eyes with his forearm and with an exasperated sigh said, “I hate this place. You know that? I hate it so much. I just want to go home.”

Shuichi gave the small boy a caring look, “You always act like you’re enjoying the killing game. Being here. I guess it makes sense that that would be a lie.”

“Yeah. Who would ever want to play a game that you’re forced to play?” He sat up and pouted at Shuichi.

The sight made the detective grin, “Well, the good thing is that you look like you feel better than yesterday!”

Kokichi placed his hands behind his head and leaned against his headboard, “I do feel better. Still can’t lie though! Neeheehee”

It’s not as clever or eloquent as what I was going to say, but I’ll take it! As long as I don’t say anything else embarrassing about Shuichi, I should be good!

“It’s good to hear your laugh again, Kokichi,” Shuichi grinned, “Now can I do anything for you?”

Ugh his smile is so sexy. Ignore it. You’re hungry right? Ask for some soup, Kokichi.

“You can kiss me!” Kokichi exclaimed.

That is not soup! Oh my fucking God, that’s not soup at all. Fuck fuck fucking shit fuck-

Shuichi leaned over and placed his lips on the supreme leader’s own, blushing all the while. It was just a second long peck, and then the detective pulled away and quickly pulled down his hat lower than either one of them thought it could possibly go.

“W-why did you do that, Shuichi?” A bewildered Kokichi stuttered.

“…Well you did t-tell me to…” Shuichi replied.

Kokichi frowned, “That’s so not a good answer.”

“It just made m-me so happy.”

“What?” Kokichi looked up in surprise. He saw that Shuichi eyes were wide and honest.

“The d-disease. I was so thrilled that you would have to tell the truth, because I could finally figure out what you really thought of me. I like you, Kokichi. You’re…fascinating. And then when you told me to kiss you…but you probably didn’t even mean to. I’m such a selfish person. You’ve been suffering and I’ve been taking advantage of that. I just w-wanted to be around you.”

A single tear rolled down the boy’s face. Kokichi reached out and slowly removed the detective’s hat to discover a messy mop of navy hair underneath. He also finally got a full view of Shuichi’s eyes.

They’re beautiful. From under the hat they looked grey, but as the florescent light hit, they shone a strange mix of silver and gold.

Kokichi reached out and wiped away the tears flowing from those eyes. He then leaned over and kissed the shaking boy’s lips. It was gentle and warm, very unlike Kokichi’s regular demeanor.

Shuichi’s eyes widened and he kissed back. He broke it again and stammered, “B-but…”

“Shuichi. I am so happy you’re here. And I’m actually happy that I had to tell you the truth. But I’m happiest of all that you kissed me.”

I had no intention of being this honest with him. I had no intention of being honest with him in the slightest. But in this case, the truth…it wasn’t so bad.

Shuichi grinned and tackled the smaller boy.

“Ugh, I am still sick, ya know!”

The two giggled and Shuichi planted a kiss on the ultimate supreme leader.

#oumasai #saiouma #omasai #saioma #danganronpa #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #wip #ask meme

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originalpistol · 4 years ago

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༞ ⁝ Tɪᴘᴛᴏᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴀ 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑒 ʟɪɴᴇ. ⁝ ༞

Fluorescent lighting illuminated the area surrounding me, giving way to any imperfections that might pass with time. My fingers began to idly toy with the fringes on the lower portion of my bag even as my gaze rested on the electronic clock that sat perched above the receptionist’s window. It seemed like the numbers were bright enough to knock the breath from my lungs, dawning a vibrant shade of crimson to warn all who entered what time it was. Putting a limit to your time here — if you were meant to leave, at least. My mind began to ponder off into what it had to feel like to be left hidden behind the doors of this facility. To have to look at these same walls day in and day out; could one even tell time here? Was there any measurement to how long you had been here, or was that the purpose; to create a seamless mirage when it came to the length of your stay. 𝟽:𝟶𝟾 𝙿𝙼. With furrowed brows, delving deep into thought, I had managed to get past my uptight upbringing, and settled back into the poorly made chair at hand. One foot crossed the other at the ankle, denoting my prestige without so much as a thought towards the action. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in every little aspect of the way this place looked, smelled, and [felt]. The building itself was alive. You could feel it’s looming presence from the moment you pulled into sight of it on the road, and as you grew closer? So did it’s wretched personality. There were clear cracks in the walls, which had been plastered over in attempt to hide the rather large issue — they failed. The floors were made of concrete and some form of linoleum derivative, and to be honest? What a pathetic attempt. The least they could do was line the place in hardwood or some form of actual tile. Something besides the bare minimum, and while I understood the age of the facility? There was never any excuse for laziness when it came to business. Fuck — was that clock ticking? It sure as hell felt like it. It seemed as if I could not only hear the 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 of the clock, but that I could [feel] my ears ringing with each passing minute. In an effort to soothe my growing impatience, I turned my head to the left and glanced up. Inevitably stealing a look at the sinister hands of the time’s keeper. 𝟽:𝟷𝟶 𝙿𝙼 ...Really? Two minutes. It had seriously only been [two] minutes. What kind of bullshit was this where no matter how long time dragged on, I couldn’t force it to pass any quicker. Fuck [me]. Agile fingertips took to the side of this poorly lined chair, tapping in against the exposed wooden frame despite the shredded appearance. The black “leather” was cracking in all directions with fluff sticking out around the wood, and this is where my fingers fit in. Tapping down...once, twice, three times again. Again. 𝐀 𝐠 𝐚 𝐢 𝐧. It was almost as if the incessant rhythm my fingers had setting into the atmosphere, was the only thing binding me to my spot in this chair — in this godforsaken facility. I must’ve battled with my own mind at least a thousand times over on whether or not I should just call this whole trip quits, or if I should stay. I was [still] going to and fro with myself, dipping my head in towards the hollow of my right shoulder, and then to the left almost like that would somehow help me to figure out what my choice should be. But at the end of it all? I was already here. I had already scrawled my name out on the ledger, and I had already asked for my mother. What was it about this place that put me so far on the edge that I felt as if I was less than a foot away from drowning in artic, ravenous waters? Every now and again I was sure I could feel the peach fuzz on my arms raise in what I could only presume to be anticipation of what was to come. It was a figment of my imagination; this water, but I would be damned if I couldn’t feel the way the water seemed to penetrate my skin...bogging me down, pulling me beneath the surface. Bringing my consciousness to waver in and out for what felt like an hour, but was only a minute. It was as if my eyes had clouded over with this pressure, this overwhelming pain, that condemned me as far as my mother was concerned. I was searching, at this point, for anything stationary around me. Anything that would allow me to steady my eyes to it; keep me grounded. Something that could stop my world from tilting and twirling on its axis against my own free will. It was like a downward spiral, my head hung into the palms of my hands as I waited. Wondering how all of this was about to play out. Would they call me into some tiny, confined room? Would they lead me to her, or would she be allowed to come outside these hellbound walls? — No. Of course that last thought wouldn’t be an option. Clearly, if that had been the case, she would’ve found a way out by now. Hell, it had been eleven years. Part of my mind was fighting with itself on whether or not she would even remember me. Did she know my name, still, or had I become something of a distant memory? Had my father and everything surrounding his arrogant ways been swiped away as these walls were brought into place? Slowly, I let my eyes stream down the wall directly in front of me, wavering from side to side before they finally hit the floor. Time couldn’t be erased or restored. Time was a constant concept. A concept that, no matter how badly we wanted to, we could never change how much or how little had elapsed. Time didn’t care now, and it never had before. Sucking in a sharp breath, I allowed my body to ease the slightest amount possible, knowing all too well that I wasn’t meant to be comfortable here. It was in this moment that wondered how anyone could live here. Within these unwelcoming walls, hidden behind forests of disclosure, and storms that held the distant memory of others. 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾? “For Josephine Hale,” A woman’s voice rang clear against the room, and without any hesitation I rose to my feet. A deep breath against my lips, and a dismissive wave of my hand to signal my presence for the last time before I walked through the now opened door. I didn’t bother to speak to the woman, but instead answered what she had to ask me regarding my basic information. “Full name?” She asked, giving me a once-over before raising a brow. “Alice Katherine Hale. Josephine is my mother.” “Age and date of birth?” Same shit. Once-over, and that poorly kempt brow. “Twenty-four; 10.31.94.” I responded in a chilled over tone, rolling my eyes in response to the fact that I wasn’t sure why she needed this information. What could they possibly need to shield against? After a few minutes of silence as she made a copy of my license just to hand it back, she began to walk me down this elongated hallway. You could tell by the way the floor seemed to change heights that it had been an addition to the original building, and something about that made my lips curve into a grimace of clear dissatisfaction. It was as if while I followed up the stairs of this building, that I was becoming more and more comfortable within its confines. Releasing more and more of myself within it as I climbed each step, before I heard the gray-haired woman’s voice once again. “Your mother’s been a patient here for a long time...tell me, why haven’t you been here sooner?” You could hear the small twinge of hope enter her tone as she spoke. Surely assuming that there had been some valid reason as to my shottiness when it came to this topic, but I simply slipped my bag to my slender shoulder, and crossed one arm over the other. Baby blues taking their time to analyze every movement this woman made, and I didn’t bother to hold back as I nodded more to myself than to her. “Ma’am, I’m gonna say this as nicely as I know how. Why I have or have not come to visit [my] mother has absolutely nothin’ to do with you, nor does it need to be discussed [with] you. That bein’ said, please do your job an’ take me to her. I’m not here to make small-talk with anyone; I’ve got more important things at hand, dear.” With that, I closed my mouth with pursed lips and a bored gaze. I could imagine that was easily a tough pill to swallow for the little woman who stood just two feet ahead of me, but she sure was good at minding requests. Never had I been one for the prying musings of others, much less when they actually put the effort up to question me as well. That was worse. I’d been taught at a young age to speak up any time anything made me uncomfortable, and so I did. Flawlessly, and without the smallest sight of discomfort to my tone. The way I saw it? If you had the balls enough to place yourself into my business, Lord lets hope you have the balls enough to exit it just the same. Finally, I found myself standing at a nurses’ station with a handful of nurses and what I assumed were either doctors or therapists of some sort. The same woman who had lead me here went ahead and briefed those behind the desk on who I was and who I was here to see. It was almost immediate that the lot of them stilled their motions and turned to face me, though I remained silent still. Leaning my body against the rather tall desk, letting my elbows prop up. I made sure to make my position here clear, following each around the room with my eyes before finally the silence broke and a young man, probably around my age, spoke. “Would you mind to give us...a few minutes with her before you enter the room? We just want to prevent any...unforeseen responses.” His voice was nothing short of weary, and it lead a winding path into anxiety. Before I really had the time to comprehend what he was asking, or what the consequences of pushing through despite the request could mean, my mouth was open. Running wild against the chilled air. “ Excuse me? No. No I will [not] be waiting [again]. You will take me to my mother, and you will do so [now].” Every sense of patience was flying out the window the longer I stood in the presence of this crowd. Lithe fingers shaped a pattern in against the topside of the counter just to push away when the man nodded to me. Signaling me, with great reluctance, that he would do as I had said. A single hand was offered to me in a sense of gentlemanliness, but again — I refused such a thing. I had never been one for personal contact with those I knew and was close to, much less with the likes of a complete stranger who seemed to be avoiding explaining himself, and exactly why he was so set on trying to prevent my mother from losing her nuts and bolts. Though, I couldn’t be sure if she would remember who I was, or had she managed to keep in contact with my father anyhow? This question entered my mind about as quick as it exited. Heels echoed out against the harsh floors as I followed behind the doctor without the slightest problem keeping pace, my eyes filed through the corridors of rooms. There must have been...ten to a hallway, and at least fifteen halls, too. This facility held a lot of souls. I had to focus on taking a few breaths just as I watched two rather large men holding a patient by her arms. She was frail, bone-thin even, her wrists could be seen through the fragile skin. There was no mistaking the pain this woman seemed to be in as she wriggled, trying her best to escape the winding grasps of both men who seemed to be laughing at her weak attempt. A part of my heart sank as I watched the woman’s gaze land on my own and I nodded as if to denote a silent respect for whomever this lady was. Surely she hated her life, bitter towards those who had left her to rot. To wither away against the grayscale background, and mist covered walls. Two feet later, I watched as the young man doubled back for a moment, taking pause enough to whisper a few short words to the men as he led me back into a room off to the left. I nodded before taking my seat at the small table and chairs that adorned the room. This was all that framed the room. A table that looked as if it had been yanked directly out of a mid 1960’s household, and wooden chairs that probably came for Goodwill’s trash pile. Who knew. Couldn’t put limits on these people, that was for sure. There were so many things in this life that we were never inclined to know, that the mind was not allowed to know. Things some people would never find out, but that others knew so well they could call the shots before a bullet rang clear through the crisp air. Crazy how shit works, right? Little did I know, the craziest would soon be standing right in front of me. Dead eyes would follow my every move as I circled the table. Once, twice, three times over. Rigid fingertips dragged back through caramel highlighted brunette locks, my mind begging me to figure out how this was what life had panned out for a soul that had once only radiated beauty. People loved to preach that the world shows you what you feed into it, but that was 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. Breathe into others, what you expect to get back. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. Right. — Again, I’m going to have to call 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. At the end of the day, people will have you believe anything they need to feel like they are doing the right thing. Anything it takes to make them feel like they are doing good for the world, anything to boost their egos into feeling as if they are good enough to be classified as a good human being. Society plays their wicked hand in every little aspect of everyone's life. It’s pathetic. These thoughts drowned my stunned mind out of being able to respect the fact that there was a shadow of sorrow raining down over my shoulders as I heard the door creak open with a swinging motion prior to the screaming of a woman whose voice I knew far too well. I knew the pain-induced scream that set forth into the chilled air. It was as if every haunting memory from my child was flashing into my mind, being played in front of my eyes as I watched the brute force of the two men I’d seen only minutes before, carrying the woman into this very room. They had to have fucked up. No way in hell this woman, the lady in the hallway, could be [my] mother. A woman who used to embody everything that beauty hoped to be was now withered into something I could only see as a thin memory of whom she used to be. Her eyes set on my sight once more and there was only one word that she screamed out, “Disgrace”. It was in this moment that I realized what the doctor had been trying to shield me from, from the fact that my mother had grown to hate me after being cast behind rotten walls for eleven years, and a part of me couldn’t reason against her. But shouldn’t there be a piece of her to realize I had only known of her whereabouts recently. Last five years counted as recent, right? Worried eyes searched the rattled form of my mother as she lunged across the table the moment the men released her and I found myself standing about six inches from her cruel grasp. Ice cold eyes watched her callous motions before she finally began to ramble on towards me, each word crawling beneath my skin and burning like acid. “Here she is. Little miss fancy, rich, and too good to set foot anywhere beneath your means. Too good to find her own mother, or maybe you knew this whole time. You’re such naive and stupid little girl you’ve become, Alice. Your father truly did teach you how to become another clone of his. You are ugly in the eyes of the Lord, child, for you have become the biggest disgrace to me. Once you leave here; remember this — You did without me for eleven years, that was your choice. This is [mine]. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙. 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙.” I was right when I was walking by — she was a bitter woman. She was everything except what I once knew. Her words lingered into my mind for only a few moments before I made my way around the table in an idle little stroll. Allowing each step to settle into the air before I bent down beside my mother who sat with eyes intent against me. She was as still as a statue, and yet I took her hand into my own once I bent down into a squatting position at her right side. “Please, don’t think I take your words to heart, Mama. Your little girl has thicker skin than that; a lesson I learned from the woman you used to be. Before a cold bitch took over, y’know, maybe that’s why you’ve aged so horrendous. Rot if you wish but do know that I don’t give a damn anymore, Josephine.” Three soft pulsing squeezes were given to her slender hand, denoting that I loved her. A little trick she had shown me as a child, and I never forgot. With a wicked smirk pulling into place over plump tiers, I beckoned a nod before standing to my feet. I disappeared as quickly as I had come. Wretched screams were heard in my wake as I set a path out of this hell hole of an establishment with nothing but a cynical burn to each childhood memory that I had once loved. Cherished, even. The smirk never so much as faded when I stepped back through the glass doors, making my final exit out of my mother’s life. Flame filled the air for a brief moment before I took a long awaited drag from the cigarette I’d left in my car. Once the nicotine hit my system I let a cruel little smile crack against porcelain features as I put the pedal to the meddle, and sped out of the country and back towards the city. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭.

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[Stained Glass (Fragments) Con.]

"Correct!" he praised.

She looked at the ground, eyes wide. "But---but that... you didn't---I'm sure I would have remembered someone accessorized as weirdly as you if you went into the caves--"

"Would you?"

Her head snapped up irritably. "Of course I--"

Farona abruptly cut off. The high priest was no longer standing in front of the caves. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen at all.

"Uh... Yune?" She whirled around, using one booted foot as a pivot. Gods, where did he go!? She was supposed to be keeping an eye on him!

A sudden pressure on her shoulders nearly made the young woman jump, her ears standing on end. She instantly reached for her sword---

But something grabbed her hand. Something she couldn't see.

"How funny that you completely forgot about this, my dear," he teased in a breathy whisper against her neck.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Cloaking. The coveted vanishing skill of an assassin that could be learned by the use of a Frilldora card. Yune had told her the night prior that he had one.

And apparently he had it even on the day they met. He used it to pass by her like no more than a wisp of a breeze. He used it to break a bloody branch in secrecy and wreak havoc on the young adventurers training and treasure hunting on the first level of the caves.

Farona's blood boiled.

"How dare you!" she bit out in a scathing outburst, throwing her hand back in hopes of hitting him square in the face. She seemed to have missed her target, but something clattered to the ground---it sounded like his sunglasses. "There were children in there! And you just---just unleashed a monster that could have killed them!"

"Alas, but my plan would not have worked without someone for you to rush in to save," he spoke mock-apologetically, materializing from out of thin air just as he adjusted his glasses back onto his face. "Sacrifices must be made to accomplish one's goals, Farona."

Enraged, she stalked right up to him, ears flattening back beneath the cover of her muffs. "People's lives are not yours to sacrifice!"

"Then it's fortunate for you that you prevented any casualties," he shrugged, as though the topic were not of much interest to him. "No harm done."

Farona very nearly lost her temper all over again, but managed to catch herself before the top could blow. She knew it wasn't going to be easy to get through to him. And exploding like this wasn't helping him see things from her point of view, either. But she was still annoyed and it showed in her voice as she spat, "Why are you telling me all of this? Why? What do you gain from this, Yune?"

To her surprise, he actually looked away, a frown tugging on his lips. "I'm telling you because I do everything for a reason. And I have no intention of keeping those reasons from you any longer. I did what I had to do, whether you refuse to understand it or not."

"You didn't have to do any such thing!" she countered immediately. "You could have just--"

"You have no idea what it was like."

The powerful, unreadable emotion in his voice gave her pause.

He seemed to have to collect himself before he calmly faced her, expression stony. "Tell me, Farona. After you escaped the wreckage of that wretched place in Juno, how did it feel to know that you had no place in this world? How did it feel to be tainted, to not know yourself, to not trust yourself? How did it feel to be an abomination with no name but a number and that of a monster?"

Her lips moved marginally, but nothing came from them. Farona sealed them back together.

"How did it feel, knowing you were alone?"

"I..." her voice cracked. "It was awful. Scary. I didn't know if there was anyone I could--

"Trust," he finished for her quietly.

He was right. Back then, she didn't know. All she could do was try to hide her ears and find enough scraps to live on and shelter for cold nights. But...

"I did find someone to trust. Two someones, actually." She almost smiled at the memory. The girl had been wary of her, but the boy---he had immediately taken to her. And to her ears, oddly enough.

"That was when you thought you were no longer alone," he finished for her. "That gave you hope."

She nodded. "Exactly. That was... it was what I needed to get back on my feet."

He turned his sunglasses-clad face up toward the sky. "You were eager to heal the wounds and find comfort. Perhaps I cannot blame you completely for being taken in by the idea of human kindness. We were very different even back then, you and I."

Different as night and day, in truth.

In fact, all of the children in that facility had been different from Yune. Or rather, different from the nameless boy with the green eyes who didn't scream and didn't cry. He didn't even respond when other children tried to talk to him. Always quiet, but always watching.

Farona wouldn't say that she was a chatterbox like some of the other kids, but she at least communicated now and then. And it helped some of them to form bonds with one another. There were two she never saw the faces of, but that desired so desperately for contact and comfort that they would contort their hands just far enough to lock fingers together outside of their side-by-side confinements.

She had been the kind of kid that jumped at the smallest out-of-place sound and would whimper and cry in the corner of her tiny cell. Sometimes she was envious of two that joined fingers together. She would have liked a trusted hand or finger to hold in those dark times, as well.

But she had felt nothing more than weak, unwanted, and terrified with every passing day.

And the only one who was in any position to constantly see her like that was the boy across from her. She often avoided eye contact with him. He stared a lot and never spoke. There were maybe a few times she tried to say something to him, but he didn't respond. She had always felt weak in comparison to him. Even when he was taken to that room in back, even when they were sometimes dragged off together, he was complacent, silent. No one had ever heard him scream even once. Many children believed he was incapable of talking or reacting at all. One boy a few cells down from her said that one of the alchemists had taken his ability to speak away.

That boy never corrected any of them. No one knew what he was thinking. And looking at him now, Farona wondered what had been going through his head then.

Did he feel as hopeless and helpless as the rest of them? Was he wearing a mask even then? Did resentment continue to build steadily and become the unfaltering hatred and distrust for mankind that he harbored now?

Yune finally craned his neck back to normal level. And with one hand, he reached up to remove his sunglasses before he turned his crimson eyes to meet her own.

"You have no idea what it was like," he repeated his earlier statement. "I always knew that I was alone and could trust no one. It gave me strength. It gave me focus. Nothing got in my way or wasn't easily dealt with."

Farona wanted to look away from the intensity of his eyes, but found that she couldn't.

"That is, until I saw you." Her sea-colored eyes widened a fraction. "You are the thing I didn't plan for and could not have seen coming."

"But I--" she started, faltering slightly on her feet.

"Remember that moment when you felt that you were no longer alone?"

After a beat, she gave a short nod. That flood of relief, of that small piece of hope you were almost afraid to latch onto, but desperately wanted... she could still remember.

"Farona." He closed his eyes briefly before they flicked back open, staring straight into her own. "You were that moment for me."

There was something contained in the depths of his eyes that she couldn't place, like a bottled up emotion, teasing the surface. It made something in her flutter with both anxiousness and something lighter. She desperately tried to quell it.

"You said... I had no idea how you felt," she spoke carefully, recalling his words. "But I feel like we were pretty similar, if that's the case."

"Not at all," he stated, lips quirking into a wry smirk. "You didn't know that anyone else survived. You filled the gap of loneliness and isolation with the first people who accepted you---people who could never understand you. What you saw was a way to move forward into a place that you did not belong and you foolishly grabbed hold without looking back."

"It wasn't foolish!" she protested.

To her surprise, he pressed a finger to her lips---lightly, but enough to get his point across. "I found the only place I ever could belong that day. And with it, the only one who could ever truly understand me."

"I don't understand you," she reminded him curtly, pushing his hand away from her face.

He let the arm fall back at his side, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "You will, in time. There are ways that we are alike. You will come to realize that."

With that, he put his hands into his pockets and casually strode right into the entrance of the cave.

Farona stared in silence for a long moment, lost in thought, before her eyes broadened in alarm.

"HEY! Wait! You can't go in there!" she barked, running after him.

#ragnarok online #lord knight #high priest #ro high priest #ro lord knight #stained glass writing #stained glass story #farona #yune hiraze #once again you likely won't see any more of this chapter for reasons lol #but i will tell you that what Yune seeks to retrieve is another bloody branch he hid in there #also wanted to touch on their backstory a lot more #once yune's pov comes into play next chap #you'll get a lot more of it then!

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