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kamil-a · 2 years ago

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fuzzy feelings

Happy valentine’s exchange, @indigosees !!

Here’s some clock tower trio for youuu :3

You asked for platonic or poly or Ace/Julius or Alice/Julius and so I put them all in my bubbly cauldron and got you, uh, pre-poly? Nobodys dating........ yet. There’s some feelings of competition and jealousy but yknow. Alice is nervous.

In anniversary you can’t actually romance Julius from the castle, which makes it a beautiful fresh blank canvas for me to work on.

Normally, it is Alice who complains about the inane things as Julius works, but this time he seems almost desperate for a conversation partner.

"Do you know what kind of things I have to put up with here," he greets her. He grabs a teddy bear- yup, she’d know that thing anywhere, the letter still clasped in its paw and the poorly done stitching still marring its leg despite the rip long having healed- by the scruff of its fuzzy neck, and shakes it in her face.

She was hoping maybe he’d be cheered up, intrigued, or at worst bored.

Instead, he’s... extremely not pleased with it.

Oof.

"It was outside my door when I got back from doing some work outside.”

She knows. She had watched Ace put it there.

"Oh, wow..."

"A "secret admirer", he scoffs. "Idiot thinks I'll fall for it."

He sighs, anger deflating.

"Supposedly, whoever wrote it is from your place. If they even exist, tell them they should've at least let me eat a chocolate for all the trouble."

"I’ll let them know," said Alice, who was half the team responsible. She tries to defend it, just once-

"But, I don’t know if you should necessarily be angry? Maybe someone really wanted to..."

He gives her a look that she can't possibly finish her sentence under.

"Please. I know when I’m being made fun of. Bet you within the next 10 time periods there'll be another note telling me to meet them somewhere so they can pop out with their friends and laugh."

He collapses into his chair, starts fixing a clock with the viciousness of someone stopping one. Alice is left to try and not look guilty as he works, bury her face in a book and pretend to read in silence for a little while before-

"I like that you don’t go places much!" he mutters. “The nerve...”

She doesn’t trust herself to make a sound. Alice is glad he's quoting Ace's contribution to the letter, at least. If it were her own words being spat out like that she probably could never face him again. As it is now, she presses the book against her scrunched up eyes, tries not to say anything.

He hates it, she should’ve realized that he’d hate it from the start, and when he finds out who it’s from this little friendship they’ve built up will be over, and, and....

I can’t believe I let Ace get me caught up in this.

Alice herself would feel like she could call it “a few days ago”, but really there's no way to check- so it is “a bunch of time periods ago”, then, when a longer break in her work found her walking to the tower, getting hungry while she was out and about, and knowing- certainly - that she would not eat well at Julius' place, that's for sure. She ducked into a grocery a few blocks away from the tower, and figured she may as well buy extra food for him, while she's there. There had been a lot of trial and error involved. She has had to withstand horrors (watching him cook things in the fastest and 'most convenient' way, devoid of any spice or taste or making sense). She's got it down to a science now: Deli meat (sliced). Cheeses (sliced). Bread (sliced). Fresh fruits, and- someone's hand brushed hers over an apple.

"Ace!"

"Oh! Alice!"

At that point she did not yet know the knight particularly well- technically, they’re coworkers, but she mostly does housework, deliberately kept away from the grisly bits a knight would be in charge of. She knew him just enough to know he's got a dazzling smile and a cheerful air and a terrible sense of direction.

In fact-

"Just checking, but you aren't thinking this is the castle kitchen, right?"

He threw back his head and laughed.

"Well, now that you bring it up! I did at first, but then I got told off for eating things from the shelves. So I figured out I must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere pretty quick!"

Ah... Of course he did.

"And what brings you allllll the way out here instead of the kitchen at home?", he asked Alice, which was a question she was a little bit dreading. “Did you get lost too? It’s a pretty confusing trip from the personal rooms to the kitchen, right?”

“Only for you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! We’re lost... but we’re together.”

“I told you, I’m not lost.”

“So why are you here?”

Good question.

It wasn't that she was.... hiding.... her frequent visits to Julius. It's just that she's been.... not really saying anything about them.

And worrying that she'll be banned from going if she's caught.

And worrying that if she's caught taking too much food from her current place of residence to feed an different territory's leader, even being an outsider might not save her...

Well, if she had to get caught, Ace certainly seemed like the sort to be less bothered than Peter or the Q- or Vivaldi, remember to call her without titles or you're toast.

"I was, uh, visiting a friend who lives around here-" she hoped she hadn't taken too long to answer.

"No way, so am I!" said Ace.

"-And I figured I'd bring some food so we could make sandwiches while we..."

Her defensive babbling was still running automatically as her mind caught up.

"Wait, you too?"

"Well, I do a lot of journeying! Of course I'd end up making friends from lots of places."

"That's..." she couldn’t look straight at that beamish grin of his. He pulled something out of his pocket and laughed again.

"So anyway, my friend wanted me to pick him up some supplies while he was busy- and, I'm a knight, of course, so I'd always offer help to those in need! But, it’s a little bit difficult, because..." and he held out the note to her.

If she were looking at him, instead of the note, she would have seen something in his eyes- questioning, testing. She missed it. The note just said: you know what i eat.

"Julius..." she groaned, because it's so obviously him-

But- but that means-

"So you know him too!" Ace cheered, and did a delighted little clap. He threaded an arm through hers, (an action which Alice was not the biggest fan of), and peeked in her basket.

"So, you’re the one buying him the deli meat lately. It's good stuff! I should thank you too, huh!"

She couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed- it felt like when she would find squirrels eating out of the bird feeder Lorina sometimes liked to set up. She laughed at the image as soon as she imagined it. She’s being stupid. Julius was allowed to have other friends- in fact, considering the things she’s seen, she should have been glad Julius had more friends than just her, who’s only shown up very recently and may not be in his world much longer. What was she, defensive of her status as Julius' singular friend?

Well... she had to admit, there was sort of a pride in thinking she had the Clockmaker all to herself. Like when she’d visit a friend back home and they’d say “My cat hates everybody, but here he is on your lap! Wow!”

"I'm surprised you're on such good terms with another territory's Roleholder," she mused. "Is it because he's neutral?"

"I'm on good terms with him because I like him," Ace said. Friendly enough, but she felt his grip on her arm tighten. "I don't really care where he's from. Same as you, I guess!"

"Um," Alice said. Most things she could say would probably get her in trouble, one way or another. He smiled that smile at her again.

"Don't worry, Alice. An outsider like you doesn't need to worry about taking sides. Love who you love!"

Love? Love?? She wouldn't go that far!

"You’re all red," Ace teased. "You liiiiike him?"

Look at the time. It was already roughly-shove-Ace-off-of-her o’clock, yes! He giggled and took her hand in his, instead. She thought about Julius and began to wonder how in the world Julius could possibly be friends with this guy.

“You wanna kiss him?!”

"I don’t-"

He swung their entwined hands, ever-cheerful. She tried to pull away, but he had too firm a grip.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, a lot of people think he's not the best looking, or his job is too creepy- I mean, no judgement if you were into him, of course! I would be so happy for him! But, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, if you find him ugly that's not really something someone can convince you otherwise about-"

"I didn't say he's ugly! Stop putting words in my mouth."

"I just meant to say I wouldn’t judge you for it! Lots of people find him unattractive."

"I never said anything like that!"

"Ohhhhh, sorry, sorry, I see, so you are attracted to him, but you don't like him romantically."

He wasn’t dumb, Alice realized with horror. He has never been dumb. He was messing with her, and every previous time she's given him a pass for being annoying cuz he's dumb he was actually also messing with her - and ugh, he was stronger than her, too, and he still wouldn’t let go of her hand.

"I'm right, aren't I?" said Ace, wrongly.

Whatever her feelings for Julius were- and she had an awful creeping suspicion of what they might be- she was not going to figure them out here, in front of a box of apples, in public, with an annoying knight who had only right that moment finally let go of her hand.

"You're wrong. Shut up."

"You just need to tell him how you feel," Ace said, and pushed a fuzzy teddy bear into her arms. There was a pile of them next to the registers. They had a bouquet of roses and a little blank card, one in each paw.

Oh god no, thought Alice. No no never no do you even know how embarrassing that is-

"Cmon, Alice, you know how Julius is. We both know he’ll never realize you’re in love with him if you don’t tell him directly.”

"There's nothing to tell-"

"And if you're too embarassed to go face to face, that’s why you’d write-"

"I'm not writing any-"

"You could say something like “Dear Julius, your hair is so pretty, I have a huge crush on you, let’s kiss, all my love, Ali-"

THWACK.

Primal instincts kicked in. She smacked him with the bear, hard as its squishy fuzzitude would allow.

That finally, thankfully, shut him up.

"That was a strong hit! It’s a good thing I’m used to getting hurt while fighting!” he said, rubbing his upper arm. She placed the bear back in the display, but he called out after her.

"Wait, you can't just put broken merchandise back on the shelf, can you? It doesn’t seem very nice..."

She hadn’t realized the poor little leg she had held it by to commit violence now dangled by a string. Stuffing was spilled across the floor.

So they were stuck with this bear, now.

Julius seems content to put the bear in the garbage and the matter from his mind after a little while, and Alice is more than happy to let it go. He works at a calmer pace and she actually begins to stop panicking and absorb a few words of her book.

Stupid of her to expect any other reaction from him- but she can beat herself up for it later, not now when Julius might ask her what's wrong. He's gotten pretty good at that. It doesn’t come naturally to him, it's something she’s watched him pick up slowly over the course of their growing friendship- You look upset, are you feeling bad? You can tell me about what’s bothering you as I work, and I’ll make sure to listen even if I don’t talk. It's deliberate in a way that makes Alice feel... whatever that emotion she feels about him sometimes is. She glances at the fuzzy ear poking above the lip of the garbage can. She looks away.

“You never mentioned you knew Ace,” she says before she can stop herself. Julius jumps like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“You know him?”

“I work with him. I didn’t speak much with him until recently, though. We both tried to visit you and bumped into each other, but you weren’t home, so...”

She is about to say “So we gave you what we brought and left”, but the bear was one of those objects. Best not to do that math for him.

“Oh.”

Julius fixes another two clocks before he speaks again.

“I was just... worried.”

“About what?”

He leaves her to her own worries and does not answer.

So there they sat, on a bench outside the grocery, considering the bear.

"I’ll need to fix it, of course."

"It'll fix itself, won't it?" Ace shrugged.

She could just hit him.

“Then why the fuck did you say-”

It’s her fault, she’s the one still unused to living with things self-repairing.

"Suit yourself", he shrugged, and handed her a needle and thread from his pocket (A knight needs to be prepared for anything!, though she noted his own coat had been torn so many times the world itself seemed to have assumed he wants it like that on purpose and given up on all repair).

Whatever.

She’s nearly made it. The time period changes and wouldn’t you know it she has work coming up soon and really must be getting back, and then by next visit the garbage will have been tossed and he’ll never know and things will be normal and fine forever.

"I can’t believe you didn’t leave earlier,” Julius says as he walks her to the door of his office. "The way I was acting..."

“Don’t worry.” It was her fault. (Partially).

“No, I’m sorry I was in such a bad mood." He adds with a pained smile, "You can see why the only love letters I’m getting are from people like that."

“Oh, you read our love letter?” Ace’s voice calls out behind them.

Alice whirls around, face hot. Leave it to him. At the very last second, unexpectedly-

Something changes in Julius’ face.

“Both of yours?”

“Yeah, we wrote it together,” Ace says. Alice could be confused for a new Mouse, the way she squeaks.

“Don’t get Alice involved with your schemes.” Julius steps in front of her more protectively than she deserves.

“You need to lighten up! Telling your friend you love him isn’t a "scheme", Julius....”

If she’d just thought about how Julius would react this wouldn’t have happened. If she hadn’t panicked when Ace confidently said he’d just write his own love letter.

If she hadn’t done things by halves, if she’d either not written at all or put her name to it.

If she wasn’t selfish enough to think that telling Julius how she felt from a safe distance was more important than how it’d make him feel-

“Julius, I’m so, so sor-”

“It was her idea, though?” Ace says.

She could just kill that knight.

Julius doesn’t look at her.

“You’ll have to tell Ace what I said about it yourself. I’m not doing that whole performance again.”

“It was not!” She at least has to set the record straight on that. “I just said we should leave it anonymous because-”

“I get it, I get it.” Julius holds up a hand. “It’s only a made up person who’d like me. It’s the kind of joke I’d expect from Ace, but not...”

“What?! No! We didn’t mean it like that at all!” Well, she didn’t. “Did you, Ace?”

“I did kind of expect him to take it that way,” Ace shrugs. “Julius can be a little gloomy like that sometimes!”

Alice runs across the hallway and smacks him mid-aaaahahahhahah!!

She thinks, if she’s not mistaken, she hears Julius laugh.

“He’s not used to people sincerely saying they like him,” Ace whispers to her. He was unfazed by the hit. “I’ve tried telling him before and he just rolls his eyes, thinks I’m pulling his leg. No self esteem, poor thing...”

So, she’s kind of stuck now, isn’t she?

“It’s real, okay?!” she yells down the hall to Julius. Her face must be as bright red as Ace’s coat. “I meant everything I wrote, I just got too embarassed, and Ace was already writing in it, so we compromised and...”

Julius looks stunned. Doesn’t say anything, just looks back and forth between the two of them. Then he sprints back into his office at high speed and slams the door.

Ace nudges Alice and winks. Alice frowns at him. Ace nudges her again and gives her a thumbs up, which she returns with a much ruder finger. Julius, after a while, pokes his head out.

“You’re blushing!”, Ace says.

He ignores that.

“I still think you should’ve sent chocolate instead. That’s my final word on the matter.”

“But I see you put it on your desk,” Ace coos. “Alice, look at his desk, it’s our fuzzy little baby-”

The door slams shut again.

Dear Julius,

I’m from the Castle of Hearts. I've brought you a few clocks to repair on occasion. Sometimes, I even bring them on behalf of other people, so I can see you more often. I always feel better when I see you.

Don’t worry about being depressed or gloomy! I like that you don’t go places much! I feel so secure knowing that when I visit, there you’ll be. But, I still want to take you places myself, sometime. I bet I could make you like fresh air.

From here, the handwriting changed:

I know not everyone thinks the way I do. It makes me really sad when I see how most people treat you, and when I hear what people say about you. I wish I could make everyone understand what a kind person you really are deep inside. I can’t yet fully describe how you make me feel, but I do know I love spending time with you.

This line was crossed out and barely legible:

When I know for sure, I want to tell you. Is it stupid to think you might

And then signed,

-Your secret admirer.

In the first handwriting, again:

PS sometimes when I hand over clocks our hands touch and

(The sentence cuts off, as if someone suddenly grabbed the pen from the writer’s hand.)

#hnkna #hnkna valentines 23 #OKIE im gonna stop poking at this fic and just POST IT.#immediately after this if we follow route events alice finds the ring #and has even more stupid worries to wrry about. lol

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hlficlibrary · 2 years ago

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✤ ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 Established Relationship H/L Fics -

1️⃣ Hands Clasped Tight by @afirethatcannotdie [E, 44k]

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

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“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

2️⃣ If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie) by allyasavedtheday [M, 26k]

So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.

The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…

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Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

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they fuck like they're sex starved, when they're really, really not.

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Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it. Louis wears everything anyway.

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solarishashernoseinabook · 2 years ago

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treat w/ will and horace? romantic or platonic your choice <3

Thank you!!

This accidentally features as a bit of a prequel for what I wrote for @lamesores, but not a trick slgshgh. This does contain an encounter with wasps, tho

The senior staff of Castle Seacliff were assembled in front of it in what had started as a well-ordered, widely-spaced group, but had bunched up as the chilly spring wind had started blowing. Baron Ergell kept alternately clasping his hands in front of him and putting them at his sides. Will found it almost amusing, though of course he wouldn't say so. Of all of them, Ergell should be the one most familiar with the protocols for a royal visit - he would have visited Castle Araluen more than once. But Seacliff rarely drew the royal family's attention, and he was understandably worried about whether or not he could receive them adequately.

Will knew the worry was silly. King Duncan had been on many campaigns in his career, and during their time in Skandia Cassandra had faced much worse than anything Baron Ergell could offer her. Will was about to open his mouth to say so when a lookout blew a horn, and Cassandra and her retinue came into view.

Will grinned. It would be nice to see Cassandra again, of course, but Will had just spotted Horace riding at her side. Without thinking, he raised his hand and waved.

'Ranger Will!' Ergell hissed, but Cassandra and Horace both waved in return, so he could hardly pretend it had been a significant breach of protocol. He straightened and bowed as they approached and Cassandra slid off her horse.

'Thank you for visiting us, Princess,' Ergell said. 'I hope you find our humble castle to your liking.'

'It seems lovely, Baron Ergell, thank you,' she said, smiling at him. 'May I introduce Sir Horace, my champion?'

Ergell greeted Horace, as did his Battlemaster Sir Norris. Norris looked rather pleased to have him there. 'Sir Horace, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. You've made quite the name for yourself.'

Once upon a time a comment like that would have gone to Horace's head, but instead he just grinned. 'Haven't done anything all that special, really. I've just been very good at not dying over the past few years.'

Sir Norris laughed. 'Would you do me the honour of seeing our recruits train, Sir Horace?'

'Certainly, but not tonight, if that's all right,' Horace said. 'I was doing some research on your fief, and I believe you used to have an outpost on the other end of the island?'

'Well, yes, but it hasn't been maintained since the treaty with Skandia went into effect,' Norris said.

'I'd like to see that. From the diagram I saw of it, it had some interesting defensive features,' Horace said.

Will caught Cassandra's eye and she rolled her eyes with a grin. From the excited, boyish grin on Horace's face, Will suspected he had talked about it at length during their journey.

'I'll take you to visit it, Horace,' Will said.

'That sounds like a good compromise,' Ergell said, smiling. 'You can set out after lunch.'

Horace smiled at that. 'Lunch! I like the sound of that.'

'So how's Seacliff been?' Horace said.

'Boring,' Will said, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. 'The most exciting thing was that Skandian raid we had in the fall.'

Horace grinned. 'After the life you've lead, I'd've thought you'd want a boring assignment, at least for a bit. Especially after everything that happened in Norgate.'

'Maybe I just got used to all that excitement, I dunno.' Will shrugged. 'I just know I want something to happen.'

A shadow fell over them and Will glanced up. Seacliff got a lot of rain at this time of year, and from the look of the clouds that now hung heavily above them, they were about to get more. 'We should probably stop soon,' he said. 'I don't like the look of that sky. There's a spot in the woods we can stay at, it's just another few minutes.'

Horace looked up as well and nodded, and they moved their horses to a trot. They only slowed their pace once they were amongst the trees.

They soon came to the area Will had mentioned, a wide space between four trees in a rough square. An old wasp nest hung from one of the trees, but Will had never seen much activity from it, and assumed it had been abandoned. He dismounted from Tug and took out the tent, but fumbled with it and dropped it in a patch of mud created by the rain they had gotten last night.

He cursed and bent to pick it up, an effort slightly hampered by the gust of wind that blew and caused the canvas to billow out around him. Horace laughed and Will shot a glare at him. 'Oh, sod off.' Horace just laughed harder.

Until the wind dislodged the wasp nest, and it fell out of the tree, bouncing off Horace's head.

Will had been mistaken; the nest was only mostly abandoned. As it fell, a dozen wasps swarmed out of it, causing Horace to jump away from them with a yelp. Kicker shied away in the opposite direction, snorting and tossing his head.

Will put his hand over his mouth to hide his grin. 'You okay?'

'Fi--' Horace suddenly froze; then, to Will's confusion, he began to frantically undress, tossing off his surcoat and chainmail with little regard for where they landed.

'Horace?' Will dropped the tent again and went over to him. Horace had just yanked his shirt over his head when Will saw the reason for his distress. A wasp had gotten under his clothes, and flew away with an angry buzz. For a moment, Will and Horace just looked at each other, panting.

Then the heavens opened and it began raining hard, fat drops that hit with force. Will and Horace ran to the discarded tent and set it up in record time, then dove inside it. Will tied the door closed with rough knots that kept out most of the rain, then sat back, wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.

'Hey, Will? Promise me something,' Horace said, already beginning to shiver. 'Never wish for anything exciting to happen again.'

Will looked over at him; then all at once they burst out laughing, and didn't stop for a long time.

Cassandra was having some tea with Baron Ergell's wife out in front of his castle the following afternoon, and so saw Will and Horace as they returned. She grinned and set down her tea, then went to greet them. 'Will, Horace! How--'

She paused. Both men were splattered with mud, as was the tent that was bunched behind Tug's saddle. She cast her eyes over this, then looked between them. 'Er, how was the trip?'

To her confusion, instead of answering, they just laughed.

#ra #rangers apprentice #trick or treat fic fest 2k22 #horace altman #will treaty #princess cassandra #fluff

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ijustwant2write · 3 years ago

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Reconnect-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @peakystitches)

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Tags: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight @haphazardhufflepuff @mzcrazy2

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! May i request an either tommy or finn shelby x reader? (Whicheverr one u think suits best) for this prompt i found: character A and B have been in a longterm relationship and nothing can get in between, until one day something does and they drift away. But then they reconnect emotionally and everything feels like the first time again (first kiss, first meal together etc) 🙏🏼💜 i love ur writing thank u’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, finance issues, drinking, fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Finn, is that you?" I called out from our bedroom as I heard the front door open. I tensed up when I didn't hear a reply, only to let out a sigh when I heard him giggling.

He was drunk again, it happened almost every week now. Tommy would have given him something important to do for the gang, and whether or not Finn succeeded with that task, he would go out and celebrate with his mates. I would sometimes tag along if I wasn't tired from the week of working, but after seeing our finances, I realised we needed to stop acting like teenagers and start saving wisely.

"Hello my gorgeous girl." he slurred out as he entered the room.

"Hello Finn." I replied as I received a sloppy kiss to my forehead.

He flopped down beside me in bed, taking the book out of my hands and throwing it to the floor. Finn wrapped his arms around me, snuggling into my lap. I took off his hat, stroking back his hair. He was cold from the brisk walk home, causing me to shiver.

“You should have come out tonight." he said.

"I got off work late."

"He kept you again?"

"No, I decided to stay."

"Why? You always say you're tired."

"I'm tired because I'm picking up extra shifts and hours so that we can start saving up for a house."

"I've told you, we don't need to worry about that. Business is good."

"Finn, we're not going to be given the money. We have to earn it."

"Tommy will help us."

"He might help but he won't give us a lot. And even if he did hand us a house, we've got to have enough money for the bills, furniture-"

"It will be fine."

"Finn, we've not even had our wedding yet!"

We had been engaged for half a year. We were wanting to be married sooner, but problems arose with the Peaky Blinders it distracted us both from it, especially since our lives were in danger. I desperately wanted to have enough money for the wedding and house, though it looked like it was going to be one or the other at this point.

"What's wrong with the flat?" Finn now sat up.

"Did you seriously ask me that question? There's only so much I can do to this dump to make it look somewhat liveable. It just doesn't feel like home."

"We'll get the money. Don't worry. Look, look," he took my hands in his,"we will get a house. I promise. And believe me, I want to marry you as soon as I can, there needs to be another ring on that finger. And I need to see my name at the end of yours."

I stupidly believed him. Those adoring eyes I once trusted had lied to me. Finn kept his promise for a week at max, soon breaking it. I didn't mind him going out with friends, we both needed to socialise, I just disagreed with the amount of times he was out and the amount of drinks he was buying each night. He would always offer to get the next round, and although he was a Shelby, the discounts didn't make much difference at the end of the night. I decided I had to go with him to ensure that our money wasn't being poured away, struggling to stay awake for those long nights, and making work even harder every day. It was impossible to keep an eye on him like that.

Usually Finn would tell me if he was going out that night so I wouldn't worry. That stopped too. My mind was never at ease. How did I know he wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere after a job gone wrong? Or what if he was trapped somewhere by a rival gang? I could only rest when he returned, which he always luckily did. I pretended to be asleep, trying to not push him away as he slipped his arms around me, cuddling me for the rest of the night. My patience began to grow thin. I was too scared to speak up about it, worried that we would just end up having an argument. However, I knew we would have to bring it up soon, because our money was only disappearing instead of increasing.

One morning when I was leaving for work, I noticed that the drawer we locked our savings away in was slightly ajar, meaning someone had unlocked it and stupidly left it open. Of course it had to be Finn, no one had broken in during the night. My eyes widened when I saw how much he had taken, enraged that he would think me so foolish. Why would he take the money without asking? What was he using it for?

As I stormed towards the shop, I heard whooping from men in a car further up the street. My face turned into a deep frown when I recognised the car, managing to catch a glimpse of the people in it. They hadn't seen me, and I had to make sure my eyes were deceiving me.

I didn't care about the looks on me as I burst through into the shop, making a beeline for Polly's office. I harshly knocked on the door, entering when she called me.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" she asked, a lit cigarette in hand.

"Where's Finn?"

"Off out with his brothers, why?"

"Where are they going?"

"To the races."

I scoffed, placing a hand on my head in defeat.

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"He told me he would be in the office all day today."

"So? Things change."

"No, he specifically told me that. I never even asked about it. He made a point meaning he didn't want to risk me waltzing in. That means he's hiding something."

"(Y/N), they're only going to bet on horses today. They're mingling."

"They're betting today?!"

She stood, putting a hand on her hip."What am I missing here?"

"Pol, he's using money that we don't have! I need a car, I need to get to him."

"Look, even if my nephew is being the biggest idiot, it's a bad idea to go there."

"Why?"

Her eyes widened."Don't snap at me young lady."

"I'm sorry, I just, I just know he's going to be stupid with what little money we have at the minute."

Polly was silent for a few seconds, and I didn't know if she was just staring me out, trying to make me leave. Perhaps she didn't think it was anything to worry over. But it was to me. She surprised me when she went into one of her drawers, pulling out a set of keys.

"Come on. I'll get one of the girls to call your work, say you're sick."

I tightly clasped my hands together as Polly drove. I was furious, trying to think of what to say to Finn when I got there. He stole our money. He went behind my back, gambling away the money we worked hard to earn. I had never said it, but Finn had it much easier than I did. For one, he worked with family, and although I liked my job, the boss could sometimes be an arsehole; second, he earned a lot more than me, so he was the bigger breadwinner between us, but I worked longer hours. Yes, he was in a gang meaning he had more days where his life was under threat, but he seemed to be having a jolly good time anyway. Really, it wouldn't have mattered who worked longer or harder, or who earned more, it was still our money to spend on our house.

As soon as Polly parked up, I was straight out of the car. She quickly followed grabbing my arm and warning me to not get lost in the crowds. I couldn't make a scene, especially since there could be potential business partners or enemies about. I refrained from rolling my eyes, knowing she was right but also knowing that I would find it extremely hard to not scream at Finn.

Polly guided me to where the men would be, ignoring the shoving and shouting. I wished for her to walk quicker. We swiftly entered the posher boxes, almost stopped by a doorman until his accomplice shut him up. I even heard him whisper 'That's Polly Gray you idiot.', the one time I was glad we had a reputation. She only paused to scan the room for the boys but I spotted them first. Quickly moving past her, I couldn't stop my fists from clenching, seeing Finn joyfully drinking and laughing with his brothers only added fire to my fury.

"Finn!" I snapped, quickly catching his attention.

"(Y/N)?" he exclaimed, struggling to stand and clattering the plates and glasses on the table."W-what are you doing here?"

"Stopping you from spending our money like a fucking idiot! Where is it?"

"Oh, Finn boy is in the doghouse." John chuckled.

"Shut up!" I fiercely pointed at him.

"Where's what?" Finn brought me back.

"Our money!"

"I told you, you do this outside." Polly warned, shoving Finn in that direction, and I knew I had to follow him.

Luckily, we were left alone. Finn continued on, finding someplace we would be alone. Once we were in the clear, the distant roar of the crowds covering our conversation, I saw him sigh quietly, running a hand down his face when he realised what was coming.

"Where's the money Finn?" I asked, calmer but with a mean tone.

"Let me explain first.”

"Explain how you took our money without asking? How you just waltzed out this morning without consulting me?"

"Tommy said that there was a good chance, a very good chance that this horse would win, and I thought it would help us if we put our money on it. Imagine how much we'll have if it wins!"

"If it wins Finn, if! You're gambling our money, why would you do something like that?"

"Because you went on about not having enough money! And here I am trying to help!"

My mouth dropped open in shock."You really don’t see the problem here."

"No, actually, I don't." he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Finn, you stole money from the drawer! You then go behind my back and bet it away. Have you thought about what we'll do if that horse loses?"

"But it won't, Tommy said."

"And what if Tommy is wrong this time? Also, don't pin this on your brother, I know he hasn't even suggested this idea."

"I'm not-urgh!" Finn groaned."Why don't you trust me?"

"I can't trust a gamble Finn. I don't think you realise how many nights I've spent lying awake, worried that we'll never have enough for our own home, and thinking that you don't even care anymore."

"Of course I care. This is why I've bet the money."

"How is this not getting in your head?"

"(Y/N)," he took my hands in his, but I couldn't even look at him,"in a few minutes we will hear them announce the winner, and we will start jumping for joy when we realise how much money we're going to get back, and we're going to be so much closer to getting our home."

"Finn, I desperately want to believe that. But even if we do win, you're in deep trouble." I took my hands away from him, turning around. I couldn't even look at my own fiance.

On queue, we heard a man come over the intercom, it was muffled to me but I knew Finn was listening intensely. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched for his reaction, turning around fully when I saw his expression. We had lost. We lost all that money.

"How could you be so fucking stupid?!" I screamed at him, throwing slaps onto his chest."Why couldn't you just listen to me? I don't understand why you had to lie to me Finn!"

I broke down crying, shoving him away from me. My sobs were loud but I didn't care. Finn could watch, see how much he upset me. My heart sank at the thought of it all gone, Finn had left scarcely any money in the drawer back at the flat.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Finn pathetically said.

"You know how you always go on about your family never trusting you enough for the big jobs? That you never get to go out with them and help? This is why. Because you do things like this, you fuck everything up Finn. Fuck!" I wiped away my tears, even though more spilled out."You know I've always stuck beside you, but this is the last straw Finn. I can't be with someone who doesn't want to put effort into their future."

"What are you saying? (Y/N), I can fix this. I promise I'll get the money back, I'll-"

"How? That took us so long to build that up. And you were spending our money almost every night on useless drinking. I can't Finn, I can't live like that anymore."

He ducked his head, and I almost wanted him to say something. When he didn't, I knew what I had to do.

I took a deep breath before speaking."I'm going home. I suggest you stay at Polly's tonight."

"Let me take you home-"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Tommy suddenly appeared, he, his brothers and Polly approaching.

"Your nephew, your brother, just gave away almost all of our money betting on a horse. Not only that, but he took the money without telling me. That was money for a house." I angrily explained.

"Is that true Finn?"

Finn shamefully nodded.

"We can get you your money back (Y/N)."

"It's not about that Tom. He's lied to me. He promised me he wouldn't spend our money every week, yet he did. And then he takes our money without asking me about it first."

"I'll fix it (Y/N), I promise I will." Finn was begging at this point.

"Another promise that you're bound to break. I've had enough today."

"Let's get you home love." Polly said, putting a stop to this argument as she stepped forward, taking me under her arm.

Finn didn't come home that night. I didn't sleep. I was sat at the tiny dining table, staring at the ring on my finger, wondering what to do. It broke my heart to think about leaving him, but it also broke my heart thinking about how reckless he had been. Did I really want to be marrying someone who acted like this? Would he mature? My heart wanted to believe he would, but my mind kept telling me that today confirmed he wouldn't. That was one of the worst nights of my life.

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I couldn't stand this job any longer. But it was the only thing keeping me alive. It was crappy work, the pay was just above minimum, enough for me to buy food, pay my rent and have the tiniest amount left over. Saving up money was hard when it was just you. Even after two years, I didn't have enough to consider looking at places of my own, or with less roommates. It was exhausting keeping up with these girls I lived with, there were 6 of us altogether. It was a big change when I moved away from Small Heath.

"You ready (Y/N)?" one of my roommates called out to me as I finished applying my lipstick.

"Just a second!" I replied, checking myself in the mirror.

It was the rare occasion that I was going out with them, the one time we could all go out together at all. I was looking forward to a few drinks, and although that sounded hypocritical, I realised that I had to have a night or two in at least a month to relieve myself of the stress I put upon myself.

We arrived at the small club we always went to, it had the cheapest drinks this side of town. We all shivered in the cold weather, walking as fast as we could to make it to the club. The warmth was very welcome, as well as the loud music that drew us further in. It was the usual routine, a few of us grab a table, the others get the drinks in, then we would all make our way to the dance floor. Hours passed, and I had to get away from the heat coming from the dancing, stepping back towards our table to get a drink. I saw my roommate stumbling in the direction of the bar, rolling my eyes as I went to help her, perhaps getting a drink whilst I was there. However, once I got closer, I stared at the man she was starting to flirt with.

"Isaiah?" I said as I got closer.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled, bringing me in for a hug.

"You two know each other?" my roommate asked, looking disappointed.

"He's an old friend. Just that, nothing else."

Isaiah let me go."How long has it been? Two years?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, two years. What are you doing here?"

"Business. Nothing dangerous though, you girls are still in for a good night. Especially you if you're good." he winked to my roommate.

"Is he...is he here?" my voice suddenly went shaky, and I felt almost completely sober.

Isaiah's playful nature dropped."Uh, he is. He's really misses you (Y/N). Hasn't even looked at another girl since you left. He's just not been the same." I wasn't sure how to reply.

"I can't not tell him I saw you. Imagine if he found out, he would be so upset with me."

"I know. I wouldn't want to hurt your friendship."

"Maybe you should see him. It might do you both some good."

"Or the opposite."

"He still loves you. Even if you don't feel the same, it could bring closure. But I know you (Y/N), I can tell what you're thinking."

"You were always annoying like that."

"He's out front, in the corridor. That's all I'm going to say."

I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make my mind up."Well, this one is a handful, just so you know."

"I think I can handle her." Isaiah smirked.

"I was warning her about you."

I giggled at his reaction, walking away and leaving him in his natural habitat of flirting. But as soon as I turned around, my stomach dropped, nerves filling up my entire body. He was here. I hadn't seen him for two years, though I thought about him everyday. Would he look different? Did I look different? What was he going to say? What was I going to say? My brain didn't want to think of any words, maybe I was about to babble absolute nonsense to him.

Upon seeing him, my throat tightened, the cool air slapping me in the face; oh, now I was sober. He hadn't noticed yet, leaning up against a wall, hands in his pockets. Wow, he had changed. His boyish charm was still there, yet he had matured into a handsome young man. It was like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. I was just happy that he would be seeing me in my finer clothes rather than catching me after work.

Urging my feet to move, I almost sighed at how small my steps were. I really was scared. Isaiah had said reassuring things, yet I couldn't even walk up to him. It was too late to back out now, especially when he finally looked up at me. I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Finn seemed the same way.

"(Y/N)." he said, I only just heard it.

"Hello."

Hello? Really, that's all I could come up with?

He pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand in front of me, though not too close."I...I can't believe you're here."

"I could say the same about you."

"This is where you've been living then."

I nodded."It's not too bad. I mean, I'm on a night out."

"Who are you with?"

I knew he was wondering if I was with a man."My roommates, I live with five other girls."

"Oh, that's a lot."

"Yeah, it's the only place I could afford."

"I hope it's nice."

"I shouldn't complain. A lot better than other places."

We both knew we were making an awful attempt at small talk. I was sure he had so much to say like I did, we just didn't want to dump it on each other in case the other ran away. It was like we were teenagers again, awkwardly trying to think of something to fill the dreaded silence.

"I really want to talk about us (Y/N)." Finn said.

"You do?"

"I...I just have so much to say to you. I can't do it now, but what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow, um, yes, yes tomorrow works for me. It's the weekend, so I'm not working."

He smiled slightly."OK, good. I'll come get you. Um, I need your address."

"Oh, here." I dug around in my purse, thankful there was a folded up tissue and a pen, it was good to be prepared. I wrote down my address, handing it to him.

"I'll pick you up at one. I would want it to be earlier, you just never know what time you'll be back with this sort of thing."

"I understand Finn, I did live this with you once."

I barely slept, even when we stumbled in at three in the morning. Luckily I hadn't seen Finn, Isaiah or any other Peaky Blinder that evening, no doubt settling business behind the scenes. Despite the lack of sleep, I was wide awake the next morning, up before everyone else who were nursing their hangovers, trying on multiple outfits in a desperate attempt to look nice, but not as if I put too much effort in. The clock was rolling onto one o'clock, and my heart was beating much faster than usual. I was about to make my way downstairs when something glistened on my small vanity. Should I take it? Yes, I would.

Finn knocked on the door, and I waited a few seconds before opening it. We smiled as we greeted each other, not going in for a hug or kiss on the cheek, something I was worried about. That was the first hurdle jumped over.

"How was your evening?" Finn struck up a conversation as we walked further into town.

"Much better than yours I presume?" I smirked. He chuckled."Yeah, didn't exactly get to enjoy the music. Small fight, nothing we couldn't handle."

It was strange hearing about Blinder business again."Well I'm glad you're all safe."

"I thought we could go out for lunch, saw a nice place round here."

"Oh, that would be lovely."

"We don't have to, if you don't feel comfortable."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just a lovely thing for you to do."

We both bashfully smiled, luckily the restaurant was just around the corner. I had expected nothing less when we walked into the fancy place, not because I thought I deserved it, but because Finn wouldn't be seen anywhere else. His clothes were even more tailored now than they had been the last I saw him, indicating that the gang had been doing well, more money was coming in. We both immediately picked up our menus as we sat, hoping someone would speak first. Our eyes glanced over the top of them, it was as if we were on our first date again, only this time in a better establishment.

"You look beautiful." he said, still hiding part of his face.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I'll never forget what you wore when I picked you up for our first date. That blue dress you just bought, with a matching purse, and those heels that you hadn't practiced walking in. Well, you used that as an excuse to latch into my arm all night."

I smiled, placing down my menu."It was a good plan, wasn't it? And I did struggle in those heels, I just didn't want to embarrass myself."

He copied me."I liked holding your hand all night."

"What a sweet sentiment."

"I mean it. And I mean this date. That didn't sound right, but...what I'm trying to say is that I want to make it all up to you."

"You do?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect you to leave. I mean I did, but I didn't want to believe that. I didn't want to believe that I had been so selfish that I couldn't even see how much I had hurt you."

“That was the hardest decision I ever made. Most days I battle with myself whether I made the right choice. All night I kept making deals with myself. If you came back, I would hear you out, and if it was good enough for me I would stay. But then you didn’t, so I said to myself ‘Give him another hour.’. An hour went by, and I said the same thing to myself. That went on for the whole evening until I found myself angrily packing my things. Even then, I sat by door on top of my suitcase for another hour or so.”

“I thought you just got up and left. I didn’t realise how long you waited for me.” he sighed into his hands.“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I could tell he was full of regret. Although it sounded sadistic, I was glad that he was upset when reflecting on our past relationship, it meant he realised his mistake. On the other hand, I hated seeing him sad. I took his hands away from his face, hesitantly reaching into my handbag to pull out the engagement ring I kept.

His eyes widened.“You still have that? I looked everywhere for it when you left, guessed you took it to sell.”

“I won’t lie, that was my intention at first. But it meant too much to me. It was like selling a piece of my soul. I kept it hidden, I didn’t want to risk any of the girls seeing it, they would just ask too many questions.”

I kept my eye on the beautiful ring as I spoke, slowly twirling it around to catch it twinkling in the light.

"I had such a hard time picking that out. I knew what you wanted, but I had to get it right for you. I'm so glad you kept it."

"I did try to sell it. I was stood outside of a shop for ten minutes debating with myself. It would have helped a lot for the deposit on the room, but I couldn't do it."

We were silent, both staring at the ring. We used to do that a lot actually. Finn would take my hand and hold it up as we laid in bed together, both giggling as we watched it glisten like it was in present times, before squealing at the thought of us being married to each other. I constantly fiddled with it when he was off on business, a habit which never wore off, even now; whenever I was nervous or worried, I would automatically do the same action, just without the ring.

A waiter awkwardly interrupted us, and I hurriedly put the ring back in my bag, sharing an embarrassed smile with Finn as we ordered. Once he was gone, I quietly sighed, looking out of the window. We were in such a nice part of town, so many ladies in beautiful dresses and men in smart suits strolling around.

"Are you...are you OK for money?" Finn boldly asked.

I was a little shocked by that.

"I don't mean anything by it. I just want to make sure you're OK, I would hate for you to be struggling, if you were."

"Uh, no, no I'm fine actually. It's not as generous as my old wage but it keeps me alive, I can live with the bare necessities."

I could see him itching to say something else, to keep the conversation going. I wasn't sure if we could go back to the serious topic we had before. However, I also wanted to bring it back up, it felt like we needed to talk about us.

"How's the family?" That's all I could come up with.

"They're fine. Everyone is the same. Well, they're not, they're a bit more serious nowadays."

"They weren't in the first place?"

He smiled."I suppose they were. Tension is the right word, tensions have been rising. Tommy's taking on a lot more, Polly knows all these secrets that no one else does, Ada is rebelling against anything Tommy says, Linda is still annoying, Esme and John have been popping kids out left, right and centre. Arthur is still crazy."

"Sounds like business as usual to me."

"They miss you too."

"Do they?"

"Yeah. Almost as much as me."

I cast my eyes down as butterflies rose in my stomach.

"I heard nothing else for the next few weeks after you left. They all told me what an idiot I was, that I was an extremely reckless, stupid and immature boy, and that I had let the best thing in my life get away from me. And they were right. I knew all of that already."

"I...I don't really know what to say right now."

"You don't have to say anything, let's just enjoy this meal, no more of that talk."

The nerves making my stomach flip built at that. What if we had nothing else to talk about? What if it was too weird to dive into our separate lives? I didn't want to sit across my ex-fiance, painfully and politely smiling through forced conversation.

The spark was still there.

When the waiter had returned with our drinks, we were already deep in talk about what had been happening in our personal everyday life. We were non stop, even as we ate through dinner. The waiters had trouble catching our attention each time they checked on us. I was deep in those eyes again, the ones I always dreamed of seeing. We were laughing hysterically, not at all acting how we should have in that establishment (there were a few eye rolls from other patrons). As if time had gone by in a second, the bill was slipped towards Finn, though I still reached into my purse.

"Are you mad? No, put your money away, I'm not taking it." Finn stated as he carelessly threw down some notes, surprisingly taking my hand in his and guiding me out of the restaurant.

I was tense as we walked, and I saw a flash of realisation in Finn's eyes as we made it outside. Both looking down at our interlocked fingers, Finn broke away, clearing his throat.

"Sorry, force of habit."

Hesitating, I smiled up at him, lacing our hands together again."These are new heels I'm breaking in. Need help walking in them."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we walked down the street. We were silent, feeling like kids in love again. I couldn't deny that my feelings were still strong for Finn, I missed him dearly. At first, part of me had been wary of all this, wondering if he really had good intentions, or just thought he could get a quick shag in from an ex before he left; but the effort he went through, the things we spoke about, trying to heal old wounds, Finn had matured and he was wanting to fix this. I wanted to fix this, my heart was aching for my old life with him.

“We’re not done yet, are we?” I timidly asked.

“Not unless you want it to be.”

I instantly shook my head.“No, I’d like to stay out for longer.”

“Even though you’re struggling in your heels?”

I smirked.“I know a nice place we can sit down.”

I took him to the local park, it had a huge lake with benches dotted around, luckily it wasn’t busy, there was somehow a hint of privacy here. We sat down close to each other, hands still entwined.

“You still hungry?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I dug into my purse, producing a bag of sweets I had bought the previous day. I laughed as his eyes lit up, taking one without even asking. I took one too, reminiscing on how we used to do the same thing as kids. It seemed he was thinking about it too.

“Just like the old days.” Finn said.

“We spent way too much money on sweets back then. It’s a wonder we still have our teeth.”

“Wish I got out of that spending habit. We could be married and in our new house by now.”

“So you never wanted to move on? You didn’t give in to those girls wanting to be with a Peaky Blinder?”

“Never. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even fathom being with anyone else, it was always you (Y/N). Did you date?”

“No, I felt exactly the same. Which is why I was angry at myself for a long time. I was supposed to be upset with you, not still in love.”

His head whipped round to face me.“You still love me?”

My mouth was still open, unsure how to answer. It seemed I didn’t have to as Finn leaned in, placing on hand on my cheek as we kissed. Instinctively I kissed back, placing my hands on him where I could, hearing the bag of sweets fall to the ground and spill its contents. This kiss was needy, the type of kiss you gave your partner when you had missed them, when they had been away for a long time; and although we had our hands on each other, our touch was still gentle.

“Get the ring.” Finn breathed out, our lips still almost touching.

I carelessly got it for him, heart beating extremely fast. He took it from me, pecking me on the lips one last time before standing up. He straightened out his suit, took a deep breath and got down on one knee. I was just as emotional the first time he did it.

“(Y/N), I know I messed up everything in the past, I was careless when I should have been supportive and helped to build our future. I learnt from those mistakes, and I really, really want to go back to how we were. I need you (Y/N), I love you so much. There aren’t enough words to express how much love I have for you. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. I blurted out a yes, waiting for him to slide the ring back on my finger before throwing myself onto him. We stumbled back onto the ground, our arms around each other as we laughed and cried. I believed him this time, I truly believed him. He put in the effort to show me his changes, he wanted to fix everything. I wanted things back to the way they were with my man, and we were back to building our future and living the rest of our lives together.

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Little Fire Plume Pt.4

Platonic Reader x Diluc, reader is Diluc’s adoptive child, Reader bears a pyro vision! This is definitely be much shorter than all the other ones.

Ah yes, here we are again. You’re running off with Diona this time, as SOMEONE has to put out the fires you make just by walking on grass.

For some reason, be it your age making it harder for your vision to be controlled or just you being that unstable, you set most things on fire just by touching them.

Nobody can tell if you’re doing it purpose or now, but you claim that you can’t control it. However, Klee’s vision didn’t act up as much as yours is now when Klee got hers.

So now, Diona being tired of you setting her tail on fire just by bumping into you, is off to go drag Albedo from Dragonspine to find answers.

You got REALLY skittish about being in Dragonspine after nearly DYING there, but even you got tired of not being able to hug people or play because of the fire hazard you were.

Like Kaeya doesn’t mind because he can just put you out but still he has a few small burns from you.

Diona can fight with her bow well enough to hold off hilichurls, but the moment she sees Fatui she books it.

Now that worked for a while but...

A certain uh

Ginger

Came behind you guys and scooped you both up.

“Now now, what do we have here? Two children on Dragonspine all alone?” He spoke, sounding genuinely worried for you both. Diona flailed about to get him to drop you guys, even bit him a few times, but Childe didn’t react in the slightest.

You remember Traveler mentioning a ‘Tall ginger man with seemingly dead eyes.’ Something about the way he looked at you both made you feel safe, but his eyes, they looked so....off.

Childe let you both down, of course after you explained what the rush was.

He was a bit surprised about you setting things of fire just by touching them, vision intentionally activated or not, and didn’t believe it until he noticed how his glove was slightly burned.

Now he’s particularly interested in what else you are capable of.

He escorts you both to Albedo, and Albedo is immediately put off by Childe’s presence around you and Diona.

Quietly, he instructs Sucrose to prepare for a fight at any moment.

Childe waits outside the lab while you two try and get answers for why your vision is so unstable.

Albedo has an idea that pops into his mind for a split second, but when he has the idea, he prays it’s incorrect.

He says he has to do a quick physical for you, and you won’t be cold during it dw you are a literal furnace. like if you lay on wood under a stove you will not feel the heat and you could literally cook food on the same stove dude

After the physical, Albedo’s fears are confirmed to be true, and he feels pity for you. He instructs Sucrose to leave quickly, and makes her take Diona with her.

“(Y/N), there’s a secret you need to keep, okay? You are...different from other kids you’re age. You are different in the same way I am. Something tells me your origin is similar to my own.” Albedo speaks, clasping his hands over your much smaller ones.

You’re beyond confused, as far as you know you’re just some reckless and dangerous kid.

“Unfortunately, you were not raised in an environment that allowed you to grow as intended. That is why your power is unstable, you were not taught how to use it.” Albedo stands up after speaking, sighing. He’s worried for you, but he cannot help. He doesn’t know how.

“...Harbinger. I know you heard all of that. All that I ask is that you keep this to yourself. For your own safety.”

What

You’ve never understood what Albedo said before, but you REALLY don’t now.

But he said keep it a secrect i guess

So here you are heading back down the mountain with you and Diona, and sending you off with Diluc.

Albedo made sure to make a sketch of the newly formed markings on your back.

HIIII I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS n e ways, I’m going to be posting somewhat again, but im still doing school so not too often anyways have good days and lives

#diluc x reader #diluc #Little Fire Plume #child reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #this was a lot more y/n lore than anything tbh #hope you guys like the twist :D

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luimagines · 4 years ago

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Perhaps them being protective over you(the reader)? Mostly platonic but hints of romantic(if you get what I mean?) Like, the relationship between them has been platonic and they’ve only really seen it has platonic, but someone(the Heroes) might be catching feelings. Also if it isn’t too much trouble do you think you could keep this in the same timeline? Like, your other scenarios had the same reader and felt like these all happened at some point, can you do the same for this one? I hope this isn’t too much trouble, really love your blog!💖💖💖

Masterlist

Ok, I think I get what you mean. The Hero is protective with a hint of feelings they haven't come to terms with. They're crushing but they don't know it yet.

I don't know what you mean by the same timeline though. It wasn't supposed to be the same reader for all of them but hey! It be like that sometimes, I guess! Especially if they're just friends.

The Reader is also set to be the same age as Wind for his scenario.

Warrior's got longer than intended and there is some catcalling in that one. FYI

Scenario under the cut!

Legend

"You can be seriously going out in that." Legend couldn't help but snap. The group had been dropped into a snowcapped mountain in the middle of a blizzard. The only luck they had on their side was a nearby cave where they all but ran to in an attempt to weather the storm and get their bearings.

But someone still had to scout and you were planning to take Wild and Twilight with you since they were the only ones who could both brace the cold and most likely find their way back.

He, however, didn't like the idea of you going out there period.

Even less so when he found you severely underdressed compared to your companions.

It seemed however, that you saw no problem with it, even going as far as to tilt your head and look down at what you were wearing at his comment. It sparked something in Legend's chest that he wasn't willing to decipher at the moment.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked.

"Are you serious right now?" Legend scowled. The top you wore was tight around your chest and the cloak that clasped at the front billowed around you ever so slightly from the wind at the front of the cave. There were thin layers of furs under your linen over shirts that matched the fur lining your boots outlining your figure and silhouette in a way he found irritating.

The light that barely peaked through the clouds lit up your form gave you a halo of light over your head and made you look more of a hero than he ever would have pictured you.

It didn't sit well with him.

"That doesn't nearly look warm enough. If you plan on going out in that then you'll freeze within the first ten minutes." He crossed his arms and stared you down, willing you to disagree, to challenge him, keep you here longer so one of the others can pick up the lack and go instead.

"It's bear fur Legend." You reply instead with an easy grin your face. He elected to ignore it because he was trying to stay mad and irritated at the lack of care you seemed to have for your own safety. Why weren't the others backing him up?! Wouldn't Twilight have said something by now?! Or Time?!

Why was it just him?

How dare you smile like that? And at him no less! He's trying to make a point, darn it! It's hard to concentrate when you look so... innocent and bright and happy and-

Focus Link.

"I actually have four layers on as well." You continue and peel back what you can to show him what your clothing looks like. Unknowingly giving him a great look at your figure beneath said layers. "Two layers of wool and two of fur and I still have my clothes under here as well. Without enchantments like Wild, it's probably the warmest thing here. I'll be alright."

He can't bring himself to believe it.

He grits his teeth and continues to look at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Wild or Twilight when they eventually join your side, both now ready to head out.

"Honestly Legend. I know it doesn't look like much but I grew up around snow and ice and mountainous storms. If anyone knows what they're doing here, it's me."

He knows this. You told him. He knows that he knows this.

Why can't he believe it?

His hand forms a fist with a tight grip and he gets an idea.

Before he can fully think it through, he's marching up to you and snatches up your hand before you can protest.

You haven't put on your gloves yet so it's skin on skin.

He can't think much of it or he'll lose his nerve and he's already gone too far to go back now or he'll only be making a fool of himself.

Legend all but rips the most powerful ring he has on his person and shoves it onto your own. It's a protection ring, it'll shield you if anything tries to hurt you.

He's not entirely sure why he cares so much, just that he does, and this is all he can do if no one is going to back him up and stop you from going.

"I want this back." He says. He knows it sounds meaner than he's intending but then you let him put it on, take your hand back and marvel at it for a moment.

"I'll protect this with my life." You flex your hand, testing out how it feels and wonder what magic it must posses for Legend to not only give it up but deem it worth for the storm outside.

"Thanks Vet." You grin brighter and Legend finds himself floundering for a moment at the intensity of it.

The tips of his turn red, he knows this and he forces himself to distance himself or else the others would notice.

Your trio disappears into the white and he sits down by the fire made for the smaller ones of the group. He hasn't made eye contact with anyone since you left and he makes the mistake of trying to casually play it off by looking up.

Time is watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

"What?" Legend barks and scowls at the attention.

The older man just laughs a bit to himself and shakes his head but he doesn't say anything.

Legend thinks back on his actions a little sooner than he thinks he should and glances at his hand. The hand that grabbed yours.

Despite the journey, your hands were so soft.

He can't help but smile.

Time

Time was watching the over the group for the morning shift, his hand over his sword and his eyes watching... well you.

You intrigued Time.

Out all the heroes of courage on this journey, you weren't one of them. You weren't a Link and yet you seemed to fill a gap the group didn't know it had.

He couldn't figure out why or how but he found himself wanting to know what made you tick, why did you work so well with the others, what your world was like, and how did it mold you to be so....

He had trouble finding a word for it.

As the boys rough housed and played around, he found himself relaxing. It was a quiet morning and he had the added support of Wolfie on look out for any monsters.

He put his sword down and and walked over to where you were.

You were sitting with a book in your lap, something he found you doing often. But this time you were ignoring the book, laughing at Wind's and Wild's antics as they blasted each other with their Deku leaves. Wind continuously knocked the Champion around but neither of them seemed to mind.

If anything, it appeared the were doing on purpose and were trying to see how far he'd go.

Boys.

He could feel the smile on his face as he made his way toward you.

"Enjoying the theatrics?" He spoke up.

You jumped with a small yelp, something he found endlessly entertaining.

"You're the biggest guy here! How are you so quiet?!" You yelled in his face with a pointed finger and hand on your chest.

Time chuckles and sits down next to you, sitting just close enough for your knees to brush. "Sorry. It's not always intentional, I promise."

"So you admit you do it on purpose!!" You turn to face him fully. Book absolutely forgotten.

Time finds himself pleased by the change.

"Occasionally." He grinned.

"Oh, and I so happen to be your favorite victim then?" You crossed you arms and leaned closer to him. Your words were biting but the smile on your face was teasing and the glint in your eye was knowing.

"Of course."

"You're impossible." You shove him away. "You're only like this because no one will ever suspect you."

"Is that so- LOOK OUT!" Time had noticed a second too late but in the seconds Time stopped paying attention to them, Wind and Wild had stopped launching each other and started launching objects.

Such objects like coconuts and hard wooden barrels.

Like the ones heading in your direction.

With no time to act, he grabs you and rolled out of the way, pressing you into his chest. The huddling objects bounced off of your spot, some exploding on impact while the rest crashed into the nearby trees and bushes.

It looked like a war zone.

Time held onto you for a second after the damage passed, waiting for any else to come your way. When nothing appeared, he began to let you go, looking down on you to see your reactions. "You ok?"

You had curled yourself into his chest, continuing to press yourself close to him even after he let go.

Time finds himself pleased by this as well.

"Well..." You took a deep breath and slowly looked up and around. "That was exciting."

"Are you hurt?" He asked again. You looked fine, if only a little shaken, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I think my leg got scratched in the chaos."

Time forces himself to stay calm and to not show any reaction. A scratch is better than getting hit head on. You'll be fine.

"What about you?" You look up to him again, eyes wide and bigger than he remembers and they were such a lovely color-

"I'm more concerned about you." He says, cutting his own thought process off. Time proceeds to get up, being as gentle as he can with you still in his arms. "I did just happen to grab you."

"Well, I'm sure it would have been worse if you hadn't." You grin at him and push yourself away.

Time now finds that he misses the feeling of you there but isn't able to focus on why when the two culprits are running up to you at break neck speeds.

"Are you two ok?!" Wind reaches you first.

"We're so sorry, we miscalculated the angle and it went wildly off our target." Wild continues and helps you to your feet.

Wind hovers near Time, unsure of what to do or how to help.

Time looks over to where you are, breathless but smiling dazzlingly. "We're ok." You tell Wild. "Just thrown around is all, we're fine."

Time sighs and stands up, putting his serious face on. "You boys better have a good explanation for this."

They could have hurt someone. They almost hurt you. His only consolation is how they squirm under his gaze.

Good.

Wind

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What is this place?!"

Wind looked over his shoulder from the fight over to where you were, the monster he was fighting falling before him. It was a great thing in his eyes to no longer be the youngest of the group. Not only for there to be someone of his age to talk to but also get the group off of his back for some of their more dramatic attempts at keeping him safe.

Wind was having a blast.

Everyone had found a dungeon in the sense that they fell into it against their knowledge and will and had happened to land with partners.

He hopes so anyway.

But on his end, he's with you!

And he's loving it!

You've never judged him and you've always thought that his stories were great and this was a great opportunity to show you how cool he is in a fight without the others trying to stop him from doing all his cool stuff.

And as an added bonus, he loves spending time with you!

Wind was close to wishing on stars for more time to spend alone with you. The others were always around and always in his business. How lucky that it seems he got his wish without doing that little kid stuff, like star wishing.

He didn't take into account that this might be your first dungeon though.

...Guess you didn't have those in your world...

But that's fine! He'll just walk you through it. They're easy once you get a groove going, and as dungeons go, this one is old hat for him.

The enemies around you fall within minutes and you're a little more shaken up than he likes.

"You ok?" He puts his sword on his back and walks toward you. You're staring at the fallen enemy in front of you with your own sword still raised. There's a slight cut on your arm, a red line going across and down, but Wind is almost certain that the cut is across...the blood is just going down your arm.

Wind takes a moment to quiet the sudden and unexpected rage. The monsters are lucky, he thinks, that they're already dead.

He grips his wrist tightly at the sight and places his other hand on your own. You gulp slightly and look at him tearfully. "Wind, where are we?"

You're scared, he realizes.

Scared, and alone and you don't know what kind of place this is.

There's another cut just above your eye and there more blood going down your face.

Wind feels himself fill with determination. He has the experience you lack to make it through here. He has been in more fights than you have. He knows what he's doing.

He's going to make sure you get out of here without being afraid anymore.

"Come on." Wind lets himself go and places his hand on top of yours, gently pushing the sword down and make a small effort to lace your fingers together. His other hand grips his sleeve and he begins to swipe it across your face, trying to clean the blood the best he can. "We're going to find the others, ok? We just have to keep going and if we're lucky we'll find a map, maybe a compass and it'll help us get out of here. We'll be back with the others in no time!"

You gulp and nod, tightening your grip on his hand and let him lead you through the unknown. Your voice is quiet and soft and Wind finds that he wants to hear it more often like this...just not laced with fear. "Ok. I trust you."

Wind nearly preens at your words, a large smile overtaking his face.

He'll protect you and you won't have to be afraid, not while he's here.

"Just leave it to me. I got this."

Warrior

"Whatup, Captain?" Warrior feels a weight be thrown on his shoulder at the call of the voice.

He looks to the side where it is and throws an easy smile on his face.

It's you! And you're grinning fabulously in his direction.

"Nothing in particular. Just checking our supplies, we might need to make a supply run in the nearest town for potions if we're lucky enough to find one but..." He looks at the bag in front of him with slight distain.

Truthfully, the group is low on a lot of stuff. Food, medical and magic supplies, someone is going to have to buy the Veteran more sewing supplies as well with how much battery all your clothes have taken on.

It would have to be a big buy....

A small town probably won't have half the stuff they need. And he doesn't know what kind of budget he's working with either.

But he's dealt with worse with less.

The group will hold on for a little longer if nothing drastic happens.

But Warrior doesn't want you to know that. If he had things his way, he'd let you think that everything was ok. That everything was fine and under control.

He's used to having to keep dire news from the troops so that they can keep fighting the good fight.

Lying to you though feel wrong. Dirty.

He finds your complete trust in him endearing and your willingness to help him with any and all loads on his shoulders means more to him than he'd ever be willing to tell you to your face.

You brighten and throw a thumb in the direction behind you. "We're in luck then. There's a town, that-a way according to Wild's weird telescope from his slate. I was planning to go check it out regardless but was in need of a partner. Wild can't because Twilight benched him after last fights stunt. Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone?"

That idea sounds fantastic.

"I'd love to." He says easily. "Got anything to do before we head out?"

"Nope. Ready to leave immediately." You get off of him and he follows after you without missing a beat, quickly falling into sync with your steps. It's a habit he has trouble breaking, but if he can focus on matching your stride instead, he can stay by your side for the walk.

"We're getting supplies from the town. Be back soon!" He calls out to Time and the group as you walk by.

Time raises his hand in acknowledgement and goes back to pinning Wild down with his stare alone. Warrior doesn't feel sorry for him.

With that taken care of, you both pick up your speed and quickly leave the range of your little camp. Jokes are traded easily between you two and Warrior finds himself relaxing.

It's a strange feeling but one he knows that he can share with you.

You put him at ease and there's something about you that calls for his attention.

Maybe it's your attitude. Maybe it's your determination. Maybe it's the way you fight and the grace you carry yourself with.

You're a good fighter, a good team mate, and a good person.

You take care of the others. You take care of him.

He doesn't know how to thank you.

Warrior notices that you both reach the town in record time, the conversation seeming making time a useless way measure distance.

You both walk in and begin with Warrior's shopping list since it has a higher priority than simply exploring.

Warrior makes a promise to himself to find something for you.

A small gift, if you will.

He's not entirely sure what you like just yet but he thinks you deserve something nice and if he's here to buy nice things, then why shouldn't you get something as well.

The trouble is getting it without you seeing him buy it, or figure out his plan.

You were always able to read him like a book.

"Lookin' good sweetheart!" A voice calls from the side. A loud and obnoxious voice followed quickly by multiple cheers and whistles.

Warrior instantly has a spike in irritation and he forces himself to not shout back. He's used to this. It happens sometimes back home. He's not surprised it can carry elsewhere. There's pigs everywhere.

He ignores them.

"Why don't you leave your boy toy and come find out how a real man can treat you darlin'?!" Another one comments. More cheers and howls.

Boy toy?

That's new.

Warrior looks in their direction and comes to a startling discovery.

They're not looking at him. THEY'RE LOOKING AT YOU.

Now... Warrior likes to think he's a rational man. He's good at keeping his head on straight in tough situations. He's good under peer pressure and under stress.

He takes one look at you and sees your smile gone, your head is down and your face is red in shame, anger and embarrassment.

But you don't say anything in reply and only shuffle closer to him, trying to get in front of him so he'll shield you from their gaze.

Warrior is a rational man.

Many would agree with that.

He wants to tear their heads off.

"Come on baby, don't be that way! As easy as your back is to watch, we want to get a good look at your pretty little face!"

Warrior turns suddenly and faces them all head on. "Thank you for the compliment doll face! I'm new in town and just passing through but maybe-"

He starts walking towards them as sultry as he can manage, pulling on every acting cell he has in his body.

Which is a lot if you ask him.

The tactic works as he wants it to. Warrior knows he wasn't their target and the idea of him responding instead throws them off their rhythm.

"No, no, wait-" One of them holds a hand up and takes a step back. "Not you."

"Who else darlin'?" He mimics their drawl and smirks at their instant discomfort. "You want a good time?"

"I'm leaving." One of them says after a second of horror shows on his face and not so subtlety turns on his heel and leaves. The third follows without saying anything and it just leaves Warrior and the first caller.

Warrior likes these odds.

He drops the act and lets his murderous intent shine on his face. "Got anything else to say?"

Warrior reaches for his sword and the idea finally gets through the guy's head. Leave us alone or else.

"...No." He says and finally leaves as well, not looking back at either of you.

Warrior nods at his retreating form and returns to you, a little ashamed by how long it took him to react. For your sake.

His head is low when he reaches you and he scratches the back of his neck instead of making eye contact.

"Um... What do you want to do now?" He asks lamely. By Hylia, he wants to kick himself into oblivion.

A small snort catches his attention and he snaps his head up.

You're looking at him, hand over your mouth and crinkled eyes giving away your not so hidden smile. Your shoulders are shaking and it only grows as he stares at you.

You're not mad? He has trouble believing it because he's still furious.

A small bark of laughter escapes without your consent and it's the last wall to break as the dam flows out. You're laughing hysterically and it's beginning to scare him a little.

"D-Did you see their faces?!" You nearly scream. "Oh my god, Warrior, I love you. That was amazing."

Warrior shakes off the shock and feels himself blush. "It wasn't that special..."

"Wasn't that-? Oh boy, I wish Wild was here. I would have loved to get a picture! Warrior that was awesome. I'm so glad that you agreed to come with me." You walk beside him and grab his hand, beginning to drag him through the town. "You know what? I owe you. I have some rupees and we're not expected to come back to camp yet. You want something? I'll get it for you. My treat. Anything you want."

Warrior begins to flounder, and he's uselessly dragged behind you while your grin grows with every second that you talk.

While this all happens and you talk about the ways you plan to treat him, Warrior starts to think that he might just do anything for you.

Hyrule

Hyrule was busy enjoying the scenery of their most recent trip. He had managed to sneak away from the group and walk around the area without having to worry about the others for a moment.

The quiet was nice and familiar. The place was new and begging for him to explore what it had to offer.

Hyrule... found himself wishing for companionship, weirdly.

Well, as long as his travel companion is you.

He supposed Wild would have been just the same....but he found himself wanting to be with you instead.

He just... he doesn't know why. It doesn't bother him.

There's just.... He has trouble finding the words.

You're warm and gentle and it reminds him of casting his Life spell on himself before he met the others. There's a sense of safety, of calm.

A cool breeze on a warm summer's day.

A smile creeps on his face at the thought of you. Hyrule knows that he does it often but he still can't bring himself to care about it.

"Oh my- NO! HEY!" He hears your voice. Panicked, frantic and shrill.

And it gets cut off.

It's a bucket of ice water dumped over him. His heart launches into his throat and his stomach drops to his feet. His feet are moving in the direction towards you before he even realizes it.

Hyrule has reached a full on sprint and has to continue to run when he fails to find you. He takes a moment to be grateful for his stamina and how he's used to running but you're not.

At least he doesn't think so.

But he hopes this isn't where he finds out.

He trips over something. A sharp pain cuts across his shin as he falls to the ground, palms barely sustaining damaged thanks to his armor.

Hyrule gets up and sees something even worse than what he thought.

It's your sword.

You don't have your sword.

You're unarmed and alone.

Hyrule picks himself up and your sword and continues running at an even quicker pace.

He reaches you eventually and feels unadulterated rage flood through his system.

There's a pig monster over you, cheering and dancing in victory. There's only one. He thinks it's one of Wild's bokoblins but he calls on his magic and sends his sword straight through the monsters beating heart.

There's no black blood as it falls.

He sprints even more in your direction and begins to cradle your head, gently checking for blood any injuries.

He lets the healing spell move through his fingers to catch whatever he might be missing, whatever he can't see or get to without hurting you further.

He can feel what areas need the attention the most and can almost reconstruct the attack.

There's a large bump on your head, most likely the hit that knocked you unconscious.

Your arm is scratched and multiple pieces of skin have been torn off but it's a graze more than anything, it's not bleeding and doesn't goa any deeper than that.

Probably the hit that knocked your sword out of your hand.

There's a bruise blossoming on your knee and on your stomach and he has trouble figuring out what came first. They could have come from your fall or the beast could have simply hit you again.

The magic works its way through your system and subsequently heals him as well from his own minor injuries.

There's no way you can wake up fast enough and it leaves his heart pounding in his chest.

Hyrule knows when there's nothing left to heal and has to force himself to stop before he overexerts himself. The uncertainty is killing him. Just when he was hoping to spend time with you alone, this happens.

You groan and begin to sit up, your hand going to your head before realizing that it doesn't hurt and that you're not alone.

"Hyrule...Hey." Your voice is soft and a smile overtakes your face. You looks around and sit up straighter when you catch the dead body of the monster not two feet from you. "Guess that's your doing?"

Hyrule nods and moves to give you space, reaching his hand out for you to take. "How are you?"

"Good, all things considered...." You shrug and pick up your sword. Hyrule didn't even notice that he dropped it. "I was looking for you."

A mix of emotions fills his heart. Guilt at being the cause of it. Relief that at least you're together again. Happiness, strangely, at the thought of you thinking about him.

"Well I'm not lost, just..." He nervously looks up to you, his hand coming to scratch the back of his neck. "Got left behind."

"We noticed." Your smile fills with mirth and it's borderline a smirk.

Hyrule is not prepared by the realization that he finds that incredibly attractive.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue." You say, wrapping your arm with his. "The rest of the group is over here by the way."

"Yeah... Yeah ok." He grins and tightens his grip around your arm. "Let's meet up with our friends."

Yeah....friends...That's just what friends do.

Why does he feel weird about it?

Twilight

"On a scale of one to ten, how hard is it to learn how to ride a horse?"

Twilight looked around Epona's form, pausing his motion in brushing her to see you leaning up against her, a hand on her neck and brushing ever so slightly.

"Some people are more natural than others I suppose..." Twilight responded, an idea forming in his mind. "But it's not difficult."

You nodded in response and continued to pet the best girl around.

"I can show you how... If you want that is." Twilight grins to himself, leaning closer to Epona so you don't notice. The thought makes him giddy in a childlike way and he doesn't want you to be put off by his overexcitement.

You snap your head in his direction, a bright and excited smile on your face. "Really? I've always wanted to learn but I didn't want to impose."

Oh.

Out of everyone who could easily show you how to ride a horse, you came to him.

Well... doesn't that do something to his heart.

I mean, he is the only one with the horse but -DETAILS!!

He doesn't care for them.

"Here. Get on." He walks around and holds the reins, gesturing for you to get on Epona's back.

"Right now?" You're surprised, but delighted.

Twilight thinks it a good look on you.

"Sure. We're not going anywhere just yet and Epona can use a walk to stretch her legs." He says and helps you get up. Twilight is quick to follow after you and sit behind you, your back pressed up upon his chest.

"Ok, here's what you're going to do." He gives you the reins and places his hands over yours, leading you and Epona to where he thinks is a good place to go for a small trot.

It's effortless for him to lead you both through the trail.

Your trio actually pass by the group who are resting for lunch and wave to them as you go. Twilight catches the smile Time has on his face and is quick to put together that he knows something he doesn't. He'll ask Time about it later.

Twilight talks to you about how to hold the reigns, how to kick the horse into gear, how to steer and anything that he can think of that means safety for both you and the animal.

"Hey Twilight-" You mention suddenly and point just beyond the distance. "-Should we be concerned about that?"

Monsters, also on horses.

An arrow wizzes by suddenly, imbedding itself in Epona's side.

Shocked by the pain and scared by the suddenness of it, Epona takes off in a sudden sprint. Encouraged by the reaction, the monsters give chase.

Twilight notices that they don't have as much control over their chosen transportation.

He has the advantage.

Epona's first instinct is to run back to the group, back to the numbers and safety. Twilight knows better though, he can't lead the monsters to the group, even if he has a sizeable lead on them. He quickly turns her away, a plan forming in his mind.

You don't have weapons or back up, so this is going to get interesting.

"TWILIGHT!" You scream and throw yourself against him, covering your eyes with one and and gripping him tightly with the other. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Trust me!" He yells over the rushing wind. "I think I have a plan!"

"YOU THINK? You're crazy!" You reply, directly into his ear. "But I trust you... so I guess I am too!"

"That's the spirit!" He grins. Twilight knows Epona won't be able to do much more without injuring herself further and he doesn't want to make any reckless decisions with you right next to him.

He'd hate for you to no longer want to ride a horse over this bad experience.

"Hang on tight!" He finds himself yelling, adrenaline in his veins and he pushes Epona to go a little bit faster.

There's a cliff nearby, a ledge that if he can Epona to go fast enough, she can jump it.

The monsters may try to follow but Twilight is riding heavily on their lack on control and the horses will to stay safe.

Epona reaches it and jumps.

There's a moment of weightlessness and Twilight's heart floats up to his throat. You gasp, and fling yourself around to press your face into the crook of his neck.

Twilight takes one arm off of the reigns and wraps it around you, pressing you tightly into his chest.

Epona makes the jump, landing on the other side with a little more turbulence than Twilight is used to, but he'll blame her shot.

He slows her down and looks to the other side of the ledge.

The monsters do in fact try to follow but Twilight's gamble and intuition pays off. The horses stop just by the edge and several monsters fly off of their backs and down below. The other monsters who can't get by, stop in anger and scream from the other side.

But it appears they lost their archer to the abyss.

So you're safe.

"Oh my goodness..." You gulp and remove yourself from him. "Holy cow... You did it. You mad lad, you did it."

Twilight chuckles nervously and begins to lead Epona back to the camp, gentler and a little more aware now of how she's moving, how much she's been hurt.

"Is Epona ok?" You try to look around him and spot the injury, but there's not a lot of space on the saddle to manage that. He does it for you and sees that it's mostly blocked by the saddle itself, the arrow imbedded deep into the side, just missing the both of you.

Epona most likely only has a scratch and was more startled if anything.

Twilight's not happy about his girl getting hurt but knows that she's taken worse hits. He'll tend to her later, he's worried about you too.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, but Epona?" You insist.

"She's fine. It mostly hit the equipment. They were terrible shots." Twilight grins easily, taking the lead in steering Epona and leans into your back.

You laugh breathlessly and turn your head directly into his. It gives him a great view of your eyes and how they seem to glow in the light. He finds himself entranced and almost misses what you say completely.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

He nearly preens and he pulls himself back. "You think so?"

"Incredibly reckless." You snort. "You've lost your privileges' for yelling at Wild. You're just as bad as him."

"I-..." Twilight starts but can't finish.

"But hey, at least we're ok." You lean back and make yourself comfortable against him. "That could have been worse."

Twilight doesn't move a muscle while you're there, if you're comfy against him, then he'll keep you comfy. "Yeah. Sorry about freaking you out back there."

You go quiet for a moment and he wonders if he's ruined something. Twilight doesn't know if there's something to ruin actually, and he doesn't understand the thought now that he's had it. He doubts you'll stop being friends because of this, so that's not at threat. Monster attacks are not something new. But...

He wants to do this with you, for you.

He doesn't like the idea of you turning him down.

"I don't know..." You say eventually. "Maybe you can make it up to me by continuing these horse riding lessons. Maybe I'll forgive you then."

Twilight doesn't look at your face, he doesn't turn to look at you. He's afraid he'll give too much away on his face if he does.

"If you're still up for it?" It's question. It wasn't supposed to be a question.

You nod and fully relax, your heartbeat gently beating against his own. "Maybe less monsters next time?"

"Agreed." Twilight grins. "Not until after you learn to go out on your own."

"How about... No."

Wild

"Wild. I. Have a question." Wild looks up to your approaching form, tensing up in anticipation.

"Yeah, what's up?" He tries to grin naturally. Wild feels his heart start to beat faster and his face heat up. He gets nervous around you even if he wants to be by your side, but he doesn't know why.

He knows you're friendly and sweet and nice and incredibly smart and there should be no reason that you do this to him and yet he wants to impress you so bad....

But he doesn't know how.

"Your slate has that crazy inventory right? So you carry a whole bunch of stuff on you at all times?" You try to stand tall but you dip your head and thread your fingers through your hair.

You're nervous.

Now you really have his attention.

"Yeah. I might have enough stuff to rival the Veteran and he's known as the Collector as well." Wild sits back and tilts his head at you. "What's up?"

"I..." You start and bite your lip. Wild's eyes land on it and he focuses there for longer than he thinks is appropriate. "I just wanted to ask if I could borrow a sword if you had extra... Mine's about to break and I don't want Smithy on my case about it, since I don't have what I need to fix it. But....um...You know what, nevermind. It's not a big deal, I'll manage, I'll-"

"No! It's fine!" He shoots up to his feet and grabs your hand to keep you from leaving. "Got anything in mind? I've got claymores and short swords, elemental weapons and sheikah blades. I've got some cool boomerangs or clubs from monsters if you want those."

While he's talking, he brings up his slate and begins sliding through the pages and icons, bringing it up to your faces so you can get a better look at what he had to offer. He's quick to point out what weapon can do what and how he has one story for each of them.

He takes a look over to your face and is overjoyed when he sees that you're looking through the screen with as much fervor and excitement as he did when he first came into contact with his world's weapons.

"..." He sees your eyes lock on one of them and voice comes out in a giddy giggle. "This one."

"Which one?" He leans over and places a hand on your shoulder. You let him, or you don't notice but the fact that you don't shove him away makes in happy in a way.

You point to it and he has a brief moment of panic when he sees the one you want. It's one of Robby's creations, a sheikah chainsaw so to speak. It's one of the biggest weapons he has.

"OK." He gulps and takes it out. He presses the activation button and watches your face when it lights up the blade.

A large grin over takes your face when you see it and stare at it for a moment. The light is bright in your eyes and you let out a giggle that's borderline hysterical.

"This is awesome!" You make grabby hands at it and he hesitates to give it to you.

He likes that you like it....but he's suddenly not all to convinced that he should. Wild knows that he's reckless and that he gets hurt a little more than anyone appreciates but... What if you get hurt? With his weapon, no less?

The thoughts scares him a little more than he'll admit.

Maybe you should have that one.... Maybe a more... normal weapon would have been better?

You step away and give it a few experimental swings and his heart launches into his throat.

"Ho-ok!" Wild frantically opens his slate again and takes out a another weapon, a normal iron sword. "Take this one as well actually."

"One is enough Wild. Thank you but-"

"We don't want the others to get jealous, now do we?" He lies. "This way it'll be easier to explain...so maybe save that one for emergencies?"

"Alright." You press the button and stash the weapon away, taking the other sword from his hand. Your fingers brush and he tries to not jerk his hand back and make it awkward.

"For the others sake." You grin, and there's a glint in your eyes that makes him think that you're on to him.

But you don't mention it.

He won't plan to mention it either.

He'll gladly share anything else with you though. You just have to ask.

Four

"RUN! WE HAVE TO RUN!"

Four's head snaps up and he doesn't have the time to register why before you run past him and grab his hand, dragging him behind you.

"WHAT?!" Four yells next to you and matches his stride to your easily. "WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!"

"THEY'RE AFTER ME!" You cry and continue running, taking a sharp turn. "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!"

Four isn't prepared for the level of rage and concern for your behalf as he begin to reach for his sword and turns around to fight whatever has you in a panic.

"Don't!" You pull his hand harder and nearly throw him off of his feet. "It's not worth it. Just run, maybe we can find a place to hide."

"What's after you?" He asks instead. How bad did it have to be that you didn't even want to fight back? Was it monsters? Did they have numbers on their side? Was it the weapons they had? Were they infected?

He'd gladly fight them for you.

But if it's bad... it's bad and he knows that infected monsters take more effort then they should and they're not something he can do alone.

"Here!" A smile appears on your face and with another sharp turn to press him close to your body and squeeze into a small space. There's no space between you two, it's chest to chest, completely up against each other and Four suddenly has a hard time concentrating.

Four says your name in an attempt to distract himself from your body and eyes the hand you press against his mouth in response.

"Shh..." You look outside the hidey hole and snap back in.

Familiar voices ring with mirth and exhaustion but they are not dangerous. Four finds it in himself to be a little miffed at there not actually being any danger but he keeps quiet at your request.

"Where do you think they went?" Wind has a grin in his voice.

"I don't know. I think they actually lost us." Wild replies in kind. "But they can't be far. It's not like they can out run us."

"You take the right and I'll take the left?" Wind offers and Four has to wonder what they want with you.

You keep your hand over his mouth for a moment longer before slowly retreating.

Four gulps and takes a breath. He's immediately assaulted by how you smell. It's weirdly not just sweat, but apple blossoms and some kind of herb that he's having trouble pin pointing.

It's intoxicating and despite the lack of personal space, Four thinks that this is the most comfortable place he's been in a while.

"Ok. I think they're gone." You turn and begin to shimmy out of the hole. "Sorry about that. They want me to do something dumb with... an item of mine and I don't have the heart to tell them no. So I ran... Which didn't really work because they followed."

Four follows out of the hole and brushes the front of him off. He places his hands on his hips and fixes you with a stare.

"And then I ran into you and I didn't want to explain everything but you're a good guy and you'd just tell them where I went because you wouldn't know and I didn't want to risk leaving you behind-"

A good guy?

"So you kidnapped me?" Four raises an eyebrow. "That was your solution?"

"Well... How else do I get your attention?" You mimic his position and look him in the eye.

Four's about to retort with something that you could do before he stops himself. It's... not something one would just say to a friend. But he finds the idea very appealing for a moment before being disgusted with himself for thinking that about you.

He rolls his eyes to change the conversation outwardly but he continues thinking about it. "There are easier ways to get my attention. One of them, for example, say my name."

"Hard to do, if all of you have the same name." You grin.

He smiles back.

Truthfully, now that he's thinking about it, a lot things that you do catch his attention.

The way you move your hands when you talk. The way you move when you fight. The sound of your laugh. The color of your hair and your eyes.

"Um..." You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your neck. "Would you mind staying with me for a moment longer? I uh- Don't know the way back and I don't want to risk running into either of them just yet But.. I did kidnap you, so if you have something better to do-."

Oh yeah, he'll stay with for for longer. He doesn't mind one bit.

Sky

Sky yawns and rubs at his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze back into the fire.

It's early.... like, stupid early. He hates getting up before the sun and would have gladly stayed in his bedroll... but it's his shift.

Admittedly, he doesn't mind being on watch.

But it's the whole concept of being up before the very time keeper in the sky that miffs him. His body wants to fight it and he typically has to put his whole bed roll away when it's his turn or else he'll be tempted to go back to it and sleep the rest of the night time away.

The only bonus, he supposes, is the chance to watch the sunrise.

It's so different on the surface than on Skyloft, there's more colors and it's not as blinding. He can't to experience more when he reaches his own time again.

The other bonus, he supposes, now that he's thinking about it, if the chance to watch over his new friends and that includes you.

You... Are just as mesmerizing as the sunrise, he thinks.

There's something about you that he finds completely captivating. Your endless colors and arrays of simplistic beauty keep his attention in ways he wouldn't have thought possible. Bringing peace and tranquility to the group when they need and being a signal to start the next leg of the adventure.

And yet, he can admit that it's nothing extraordinary.

You're not trying to impress anyone. It comes naturally to you.

Like the sunrise.

Sky smiles to himself and....he's mature to admit that he's glad he met you, and he think he'll miss you the most when this is all over.

When Sky comes back to the present instead of being trapped in his own head, he realizes that he's been staring at you for a while.

You're still sleeping.

He takes a breath. That wouldn't have been awkward. He prides himself on not being a creep, thank you very much.

You turn in your sleep and a sound escapes you.

Sky sits up a little straighter and watches you again. He knows that everyone has their fair share of demon to fight even when they're asleep. It wouldn't be all that surprising to learn that you had your own battles beyond daytime.

You move again, lifting your arm to fight whatever your brain says is in front of you and a gasp comes through.

Sky shoots up again begins to make his way over to you. He's careful not to wake the others but if he kicks Wind's on the way over, he won't mention it... It's not like that woke him up anyway.

When he finally reaches your side, you're shaking and moving side to side without knowledge of what is happening outside your own mind.

Sky nearly growls and kneels next to you.

"I wish I can fight those things for you..." He says out loud as he begins to gently shake your shoulder. "How dare they still plague you. They're not even here. Who gave them the right?"

You give out a small scream, something in your mind terrorizing you and it prompts Sky to shake you by both your shoulders until you wake up.

Your eyes shoot open with a gasp. You're covered in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. It takes you a while to realize where you are and who's in front of you but in the meantime you try fighting Sky off, still not fully aware that you're awake.

"Hey, hey, it's me." Sky takes a step back in hopes of calming you, even if it's the last thing he wants to actually do. "You're safe now. It's ok."

You finally stop and look at him, staring for a moment until he can see the moment when you see him. "...Oh..."

"You ok?" Sky takes the step forward. "That seemed rough."

"I... Um..."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He takes another step forward and places his hands on your shoulders. You're still shacking but instead of answering him you launch yourself into his arms.

Sky doesn't hesitate to hold you and lets you cry into his shoulder for as long as you need. He makes a vow to himself right then and there.

He's going to do his best to protect you... and the others. So that even if things get hard, maybe you'll have less nightmares to deal with.

If you'll let him, that is.

For now, he's going to hold you and be there for you when you need him.

It's... really all he can do.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #IT'S DONE!!#I'm not so proud of Sky's and Wild's but feedback is always welcome #Hopefully the mess of posting it unfinished is the first and last time I do that #Will it happen again?#most likely but ehh...

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Be Good For Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: You’ve been best friends with Jeon Jungkook for the last several years, and you’d never really thought to look at him as anything other than that. At least, you hadn’t thought about it until that one night where some spilled drinks changed everything.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Content Warnings: making out, marking/biting (not much), oral (m. receiving), jungkook has a big dick, deepthroating, cum eating, thigh riding, praise kink, degradation (only happens twice), cursing (fuck is said a lot), dirty talk, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader has conflicting emotions

➥Words: ~4.3k

A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut, so hopefully it’s decent. Special thanks to my Kenz for inspiring me to be more adventurous with my writing, and for giving me opinions and endless support. I don’t know what I’d do without you.❤

There will probably be at least one follow up chapter to this as well!

Thank you to anyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy it~

➥Masterlist

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You fucked up. Several years of friendship, and you’d just fucked it up.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, really. Jungkook was your best friend, and you both hung out rather frequently, practically living at each other’s apartments when you weren’t by yourselves. Never did you consider that there may be more to your friendship, until that one night when everything changed.

You thought about the events of the night that happened less than a week ago, remembering how his hands felt all over you...

You both went out to a bar, you drank, played some pool, listened to live music and had a good time. Something you’d done many, many times before.

However, a waitress ended up spilling some alcohol on the both of you when they were bumped into by another drunk patron. You knelt to help clean up what had spilled onto the floor-

-and that was when you knew something shifted.

You were on the floor, more specifically, you were on your knees in front of him. As you peered up at Jungkook, an innocent enough gesture, the look he was giving you was anything but.

Even in the dim light of the bar, you could see the how the look in Jungkook’s eyes had changed, and you started to feel hot all over.

That feeling only intensified when Jungkook leaned down some to caress your cheek, his hand curving around your jaw as you continued to look up at him from your position on your knees.

You felt vulnerable, but also safe. He was looking at you in a way you’d never seen before. And for the first time - if you don’t count dreams or fantasizing - you were also looking at Jungkook in a different light.

After the incident with the spilled alcohol, you both decided to stop by your place (you both had sobered up at this point) and change clothes before heading out somewhere else.

Then it happened.

When the both of you were in your bedroom and you were trying to change your shirt, you felt arms snaking around your waist from behind. Jungkook laid his chin on your shoulder and you reflexively covered up your chest with the shirt still in your hand.

He’d seen you half-naked before, and you’d seen him. He’d wrapped his arms around you countless times in the past. But something about this felt different.

You’d be absolutely lying if you said you found Jungkook unattractive. In fact, he was probably the most attractive man you knew.

But he was also your goofy, caring, best friend for many years, so any other kind of affection beside platonic had always been, well...

Let’s just say you’ve never seriously considered it. Thought about it? Sure. Maybe even fantasized about it once or twice or a few times? Who wouldn’t.

But, in that moment where he was so close, everything felt so much more intimate and you weren’t sure what to do.

“You know,” he started to say, and you could feel his chin moving against your shoulder as he spoke, “it is really hard to just stand there while you’re here like this.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the sound of your heartbeat pounded in your ears. “Whatever do you mean?”

He laughed and moved back some. You didn’t know what he was doing until he placed a kiss on your shoulder blade. You gasped at the feeling. His lips were warm and they felt so nice against your skin.

He started trailing upward, leaving small kisses on your neck, and he only stopped when he was right by your ear. You had closed your eyes during the whole thing but you opened them now to see him staring at you through the mirror on your dresser you both were standing in front of.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he said lowly, his lips right underneath your earlobe. You just looked back at him through the mirror, your resolve almost crumbling. You let out a small sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper when he nibbled on your earlobe. He chuckled and you felt his chest vibrating against your back.

You held onto the dresser then, involuntarily leaning back in his hold. He smiled at you through the mirror and you were seconds away from losing it.

“I promise I’ll stop if this isn’t what you want,” you felt his hand moving down your stomach, ghosting over the top of your shorts. “But I need you to tell me.”

You just stared at him through half-lidded eyes, not sure what to say. Of course you wanted this, but you were also afraid. You were scared this could change your whole dynamic, and you loved how you both were now as best friends. But also, it could lead to something more.

Were you ready for that?

“Y/N,” Jungkook breathed right by your ear again. “I need to know. Because the more I keep going, the harder it is for me to restrain myself. I want you so bad,” he added the last bit softly at the end, his fingers trailed down even lower still.

“But I promise you, if you don’t want this at all, tell me and I’ll stop immediately.” He looked at you again through the mirror, his eyes sincere. You knew he would never hurt you, he always put your comfort first above everything else, no matter what.

You finally found the courage to speak. You knew what you wanted.

You wanted him the same way he wanted you.

“Don’t stop. Please,” you begged. That was all he needed.

Jungkook spun you around and lifted you up so your legs were around his waist. He wasted no time in crashing his lips against yours, moving them almost like a man that was starved. You wound your arms around his neck, pulling him in more.

He sat you down on the dresser, his hands sliding up your thighs as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into it, loving the feeling of his lips on yours. It was a feeling that up until now, you’d only dreamt about, and it was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. He bit your bottom lip, asking for access and you let him have it.

“You have no idea what you do to me, you drive me crazy,” he told you in between kisses. He started trailing down your neck again, and you could feel him start to leave a hickey in the junction where your collarbone was.

“Ah,” you breathed out, the feeling intense. Everything with Jungkook was intense, and you loved every second of it.

You reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and tugged on it. He leaned back.

“Off. Please.” You tugged it upwards and he got the hint. He pulled it off with no hesitation, and he was standing in front of you then in all his shirtless glory. You let out a soft moan at the sight, even though you’d seen him like this before.

This was different, though, because he was here, with you, and you both were about to cross a line you may not be able to come back from.

You trailed your hand down his defined abs, letting it rest right above his jeans. Your other hand was trailing along his tattoos on his arm. His skin felt warm and you felt yourself getting wetter with each passing second.

You started to unfasten his jeans then, and when he didn’t stop you, you reached down and palmed him over his boxers. He left out a soft groan at the feeling, hungrily kissing you again.

He stopped you from going further, moving your hand away. You were confused for a second until he moved his hands around your back to unfasten your bra that you were still wearing. He looked at you as if he was asking for permission.

“Can I? I mean, it’s only fair since you keep removing more of my clothes, don’t you think?” That cocky smirk appeared on his face and you didn’t have it in you to jokingly tell him off, like you normally would.

“Go ahead,” you responded, this time taking the initiative to kiss him. He fumbled with the clasp for a second, making you giggle into his mouth. He bit down on your lip again, making you shut up.

He finally had had your bra undone and it fell off your shoulders. He pulled it the rest of the way down and unceremoniously tossed it somewhere in the room. Immediately he brought his hands up to knead your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You arched into his touch, not even bothering to try to stifle any noises anymore.

“Good girl,” you could feel him smirking against your skin as he placed more kisses on your neck. At this rate if he kept up teasing you like this you might come undone before you had the chance to even do anything. Jungkook was that good.

“Jungkook,” you whined, feeling your resolve crumble more with each passing second. He pulled away from you to look at your face. You were breathing heavily and he was starting to as well.

“What do you want me to do to you,” he asked. You thought about it for a second because shit, what did you want? You looked down and saw the bulge in his jeans, an idea coming to you quickly.

“I want to do something to you,” you responded, giving him a quick kiss. You felt him smile against your lips.

“And what’s that, hm?”

You looked down at him again as you palmed him once more. He groaned, the sound so sweet to your ears.

“I wanna suck you off,” you said softly, lips hovering over his. You heard a sharp intake of breath leave him before he was scanning your face.

“Are you sure? Because we can go slower-“

“Jungkook, please,” you pulled him closer again, your breasts brushing against his chest now.

“Yeah, fuck, ok,” he told you, running a hand through his hair. He looked flustered and you giggled again.

“How do you want to do this,” he asked, picking you up off the dresser and setting you down in front of him. His hand cradled against your waist and it was like no matter what he always had to be touching you in some way. You loved it.

“Well, how about I get on my knees for you. You’d like that, right?” Your tone was soft which was a drastic contrast from the thing you’d just asked him.

“At least,” you added when he hadn’t said anything, “you seemed to like it earlier.” You saw him gulp and nod.

“Fuck yeah,” he responded. You led him over to the bed and had him sit down, immediately dropping onto your knees in front of him.

He groaned at the sight. “Jesus Y/N, you look so fucking hot like this. All ready to take me.”

His praise made you even more wet, and you started to work down his jeans and boxers. When you had everything down, his cock sprang free.

Holy shit, he was big. You weren’t sure you’d be able to take all of him.

Jungkook seemed to guess what you were thinking because he said “Don’t force anything, take your time and do what’s comfortable.”

His concern made you even more aroused, somehow. You used that as motivation to take in as much as you could. Before you did anything, though, you used your tongue to give the tip a quick lick, just to see how he’d react.

Jungkook leaned his head back at the feeling, letting out a soft moan from above you. So, he seemed sensitive; this was gonna be fun.

You slowly took in more of the head, working your way down and hollowing out your cheeks as you went. You kept your eyes open so you could see him. His hands were gripping the sheets on the bed.

“Holy shit, Y/N. Your mouth feels so good,” he panted out. Your praise kink was really going into overdrive tonight. Every time he said something like that it just spurred you on.

Soon enough you felt him reach the back of your throat. You hadn’t been able to take him all in sadly, but he was loving it regardless. You could feel his thigh muscles tightening underneath your palms.

‘Ok,’ you thought to yourself, ‘you can focus on his thighs some other time, you have other matters to attend to right now.’

You picked up your pace and Jungkook started getting louder. He was loud enough to let you know he was really enjoying it, and it just made you more determined to do better.

You wanted him to come undone and you wanted to be the one to do it.

You saw one of his fists clenching and unclenching around the sheets. In a moment of daring courage, you grabbed that hand and placed it on top of your head. Jungkook’s eyes opened as he looked down at you, only to moan and close them again.

“God I can’t look at you or I’m gonna cum on the spot. Shit,” he breathed out, his hips bucking up. He tried to move his hand away but you brought it back.

If he wanted to use you, then you wanted him to use you.

He panted. “F-fuck, are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” His sweetness made your chest feel warm, but you didn’t want to focus on that right now. You wanted to make him feel good, that was your top priority.

You patted his hand as confirmation, since you didn’t want to take your mouth off of him.

“O-ok,” he answered shakily. You could tell he was getting closer, and you wanted to bring him over the edge.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tighter the further you went down. Eventually he started pushing you down even more, which you were enjoying a lot.

Too bad you had to start gagging though. Stupid reflex.

Your gagging seemed to spur him on more so you didn’t mind too much.

“Fuck sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to-“ he started to say but he cut himself off with a moan when you hollowed out your cheeks more. You picked up your pace again and you felt his thighs shaking underneath your hands.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m so close, if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth tap my hand, ok? Otherwise - shit - I’m not gonna be able to hold back.”

You didn’t make any move to tap his hand. His noises started getting louder and he opened his eyes to look at you.

That was all it took.

“Fuck-“ he let out a loud moan and soon after you felt stripes of cum hit the back of your throat. You waited until he was done before you pulled off, swallowing as much as you could. Jungkook was breathing heavily, leaning back on his hands now as he watched you.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. His eyes were staring at you hungrily and before you could do anything else he pulled you up to sit on his lap. He kissed you hard and you wondered if he could taste himself on your tongue. If he did, he didn’t seem to mind it.

“These need to come off. Now,” he growled, tugging on both your shorts and leggings. You moved up so he could pull them down, leaving you in nothing but your panties which you had soaked through already. He rubbed your clit through the fabric and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, which made him chuckle.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he said as he continued. Shit, were you really about to cum from him just rubbing you over clothing? It seemed like a high possibility.

You started rocking your hips back and forth and he soon set you down on his thigh. He was probably thinking about what to do next, but since your eyes were closed, you didn’t see where he was placing you and you were still rocking forward. When you felt yourself move against his thigh, you gasped at the feeling.

You opened your eyes and looked at Jungkook, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh, I see,” he said as he gave you a devilish grin. Oh no.

“Let’s get these off, hm?” He asked as he tugged your panties down. You shifted so he could remove them and then he settled you back down onto his thigh. You didn’t know what he was planning, but he placed his hands on your waist. He made you rock forward once more and the feeling was so intense you had to grip the sheets to stop from falling.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, closing your eyes again. He kept moving you so that you were riding against his thigh and it was easily one of the best things you’d ever felt. You knew you wouldn’t last long at this rate.

“God you’re so beautiful,” Jungkook said, sounding far away. When you were moving fine by yourself, he just left his hands around your waist, no longer guiding you. He watched as you were coming undone on his thigh, of all the places.

“Hm, I wonder...” you heard him say before he flexed his thigh muscle.

“Shit!” You moaned out and almost fell down again. You heard him laugh and he did it again. Jeon Jungkook, for the love of fuck-

“You feel so good against me. Fuck, I’m almost hard again just looking at you.” The praise spurred you on once again and you moved faster. He took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue lapping over your nipple and making you stutter with your movements. You wound your hands in his hair as he continued, his hands still on your hips.

“Jungkook, oh my god-“ you panted as he kept going, the stimulation driving you crazy. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled then. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he added in a low tone before switching to your other breast. Your own legs were shaking now, his actions making you feel unlike you’d ever felt before.

And you didn’t know if that’s because of what he was doing specifically, or if it was because he was Jungkook.

Before you had more time to contemplate that, he removed his hands from your waist, holding your hands and intertwining both your fingers so you could lean against his hands without falling down.

If someone had told you a month ago that you’d be riding your best friend’s thigh on a Friday night after coming home to change into different clothes, you would have laughed in their face. But, well, how the turn tables, right?

Jungkook leaned you forward some, changing the angle where you were moving against him so that he could kiss you again. You moaned into the kiss, feeling yourself start to come even more undone. It wouldn’t be be long now.

“You know that favor you still owe me,” he said against your lips.

You nodded vigorously, your moans increasing in pitch.

A few weeks prior you’d promised him you’d do anything he wanted if he left you alone to finish working on something; he wasn’t really bugging you, but you had a deadline you were trying to meet and you needed total concentration. Part of you was surprised he was bringing it up now, but it also didn’t surprise you at the same time.

“What is it,” you asked back, shakily.

“All I want,” he removed one of his hands from yours, still able to hold you up, and caressed your cheek, “is for you to be good for me.”

He kissed you softly and you almost came right then.

“Fuck, yeah, ok I can do that. I love being good for you.” you said the words without thinking and Jungkook groaned into another kiss.

“I fucking love hearing you say things like that. Love hearing you beg for me. You like begging for me?” He was moving your hips again now and you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Yes, I love it, I love being obedient for you,” you responded, again not knowing where the FUCK any of this was coming from but fuck it, you were going for it.

He leaned forward to kiss your neck again, trailing upwards so he was by your ear.

“Yeah, is that so? You love being a little slut for me?” He bit down on your neck as he said those words and you let out the loudest moan you had for the whole night.

“Only for you,” you breathed out, feeling your orgasm approach at an alarming speed. You never knew degradation was another thing you liked, but you guessed sometimes it just takes finding the right person to bring it out.

And if Jungkook was that person for you, that excited and scared the hell out of you all at the same time.

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear,” he chuckled against your skin.

Once again his praise washed over you and you were nearing your high. “Kook, fuck, I’m close-“

“Yeah? Go ahead. Cum all over me like the little slut that you are.”

Andddd that was that. You came hard and jolted forward, Jungkook catching you as you did so. He helped you ride out your orgasm, placing a kiss on your forehead when you were done, letting you catch your breath as he held you in his arms.

“Damn,” you heard Jungkook faintly say, “if I’d know spilling a drink on you would lead to this, I would’ve done it way sooner.”

With what little strength you had left, you smacked his chest, making him laugh.

“Not funny,” you muttered, a small smile etching its way onto your features as you closed your eyes and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“And yet, you’re still smiling,” his soft voice was right by your ear now as he placed a kiss on your temple.

When your brain finally woke up again you briefly thought about how embarrassing what just happened was before looking up at Jungkook, expecting him to maybe be disgusted or even mock you. Who the fuck rides your thigh during your first hook-up or whatever the fuck this was? There was no way you would live this down.

“Hey, look at me,” Jungkook held your face in his hands, his eyebrows downturned with worry. “You’re doing the thing again.”

“What thing”, you asked, still hazy in your post-orgasm bliss. Not hazy enough to feel any less embarrassed, though.

“You’re making the face you make when something’s troubling you. Please don’t tell me you regret what just happened because I definitely do not.” You were still sitting on his thigh and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You were still sensitive so the movement made you jolt, getting a chuckle out of him.

“It’s just...that was embarrassing-“

“What?” Jungkook looked at you, baffled. “Y/N, that was easily one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, why are you embarrassed? Shit, I’m almost ready for another round, but I know you’re too tired.” He gave you a quick peck on your nose and you giggled. You believed him, and it helped you calm down some.

“Now, if you’re done thinking things that aren’t true, how about we get cleaned up, yeah? And if you want me to leave after that, I can, or if you wanna go somewhere else we can, I figured you’re probably done for the night, though,” he said as he rubbed your back. You laid your head on his shoulder again, too tired to even contemplate going out somewhere else.

“Please don’t leave. Please stay with me.”

“Always,” he responded softly. You both got off the bed then to go take a shower, and it was intimate but in a nice, comfortable way. When you were cleaned up you snuggled back into the bed, and he pulled you close, your back against his chest. Jungkook left out a soft sigh.

“Hey,” you heard him ask as you were drifting off to sleep. “Was it ok that I called you that? A slut, I mean. It was kinda just in the moment and it slipped out but I don’t mean it and I hope you know that-“

You turned slightly so you could see him. He looked genuinely worried. You gave him a soft smile.

“Jungkook, I liked it because it came from you and it was an in the moment thing. I know you don’t mean it. You can’t go around doing that in public, though, or I promise I will kick your ass.”

He laughed then and snuggled deeper into your back, nuzzling his nose along your neck. “Got it, I just wanted to make sure. Sleep well,” he finished, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade (which is how this whole mess started, you thought to yourself).

You had no idea what just happened or where this left the two of you, or how this would affect your friendship. You didn’t really have the energy to put a lot of thought into it right now, either.

“Love you,” you heard Jungkook softly say behind you. The three words you’d heard from him so many times over the years suddenly made your heartbeat quicken.

You both said this to each other almost daily, it was as instinctual as breathing at this point. You loved each other very much, as best friends tend to do. But now these words were hitting different. Really different.

And it scared the absolute fuck out of you.

Your brain was on high alert now, trying to sort out your feelings in your sleepy, still slightly fucked-out state. As you finally drifted off to sleep, the only thing you wanted to focus on was how nice it felt to be in Jungkook’s arms.

#bts #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios

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isolemnlyswear · 4 years ago

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hey ev 🤭 could u pls write something abt remus showing the marauders map to the reader and explaining how to use it? tysm 😁😁😚😚

i solemnly swear | r.l |

warnings/content : remus lupin x fem!reader , platonic!marauders x reader , swearing, mentions of sex, lots of cheeky lil jokes,

taglist : @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @faeinorbit @mistress-riddle @inks-and-jinx @jxsperhxle @punkrific @mellifluous-cosmos @krasivayadarling @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya @daisyyy2516 @hoe4cedricdiggory @vsawyer1989 @fathermarty @silly-little-bl0g @outerspacecalum (tell me if you’d like to be added!)

note : thank you for beta-reading @miss-starkov <3 if any of you would like to beta read for a future fic lmk <3

a/n : yes i chose the title for my username. no i don’t regret it. and i’m sorry there is not much romantic interaction between rem and reader in this!! it’s more platonic w the marauders and remus is cute at the end but. <3

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You're curious; that's all there is to it. You're desperate to open the complex folds of parchment and reveal whatever may be inside – that is, your boyfriend didn't tell you what it was before accidentally leaving it on his desk. And now he was gone, attempting to rally up the rest of the boys and prevent them from doing a reckless prank or two, leaving you alone to fight your urge to open it.

And it's stupid, really, but you give in. You sit down carefully on the desk – attempting not to make any noise, although not another soul is in the room – and pick up the paper.

You clasp gentle fingers around it, trying to open it up, but it doesn't open. It's as if it's locked; so you pull out your wand and tap it gently, reciting a quiet “Alohamora”.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work, and you berate yourself mentally for not realizing that Remus, along with the others, the master of all spells and tricks, would make it as simple as that.

You huff in annoyance, turning it around and inspecting the small lettering and drawings scrawled there.

Suddenly, you jump out of your seat, practically throwing the paper across the room when you hear the boys entering the room, clamoring loudly and speaking over one another.

“Where’d you put it, Moons? We need it, now,” Sirius asks, clearly annoyed.

“I don't want to give it to you if you're going to be gits about it–” the lycanthrope pauses as he turns around, finally setting his eyes on you. You're curled into the chair, worried you'll be chided for looking at this clearly important thing in the first place.

There's a few moments of silence, and Remus walks over to you, leaning against the wall flush to his desk. You open your mouth to speak, but Remus does the same.

“I'm sorry–”

“Now, what did you find?” Remus’s voice overpowers yours, for the cadence is slower and deeper, but it's not haranguing in the least; he, like you, is merely curious.

“I-I dunno,” you respond, eyes wide, and Sirius fights back laughter in the background, with James sitting opposite him wearing a prideful smirk.

“Well, I think you have what these twats want,” he says, shooting them a pointed glare, then looking back to you. He offers out his hands for you to give him back the paper, and you do so, cowering back into your chair, still scared of being reprimanded for looking through his private items.

“I'm sorry, I–” you begin, but Remus merely smiles.

“Don't be sorry. Y’were bound to find out somehow,” he says, fetching his wand from his back pocket.

“What-what is it?” you ask, now eyes wide with inquisition rather than fear. He doesn't respond, but he grins, raising an eyebrow and tapping the paper with his wand - much like you did.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

The map - yes, you can see it's a map now - unfolds, intricacies making themselves seen as it flattens into a complex web of footsteps and pathways on the faded parchment.

You exhale in pure bewilderment, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“The marauder's map,” James says from the other side of the room, grin plastering his features, and Sirius has a similar one embellishing his.

“What does it do?” you finally ask, leaning toward Remus to get a better look at it.

“Hmm… Have a look up in that corner, yeah, there,” he says, and you point your finger to where you are - the Gryffindor tower - and find four pairs of footsteps in a dorm room. This door room.

And sure enough, there is one pair of footsteps directly next to another; one is labeled “Remus Lupin” and the other “Y/N L/N”.

You take in a sharp inhale, looking up at Remus, who has a shit-eating grin on his face, and then he straightens up to take a step. Your eyes flick from him, walking across the dorm to James, and to the map, which mirrors his movements exactly.

“Did- how did you make this?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing in inquiry, and if possible, Remus’s smile gets even wider.

“Take a few spells, tap into the ward system that Hogwarts already has… easy going, really!” Remus says, biting his lip as he grins again.

“Says the man that took four months to make it, let alone thinking up the idea since we fuckin’ got here,” James jabs with a roll of his eyes and a smirk, and Remus punches him in the arm, scrunching his nose.

“Hey, Prongs, I helped too,” Sirius pouts in feigned annoyance, and Remus scoffs.

“If by helping you mean telling me exactly who on the map we've pranked and attempting to list off every student in the whole bloody school, then sure, Pads, you helped,” the sandy-haired boy replies, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh fuck off, I got to about seventy.”

“The greatest wizard in our year! An uncanny ability to list off names of his peers! Get this man an award!” James says with great bravado, slapping his hands to his cheeks and getting up to kneel below Sirius.

“Bugger off, you two, or I'll maul you as Padfoot.”

“Ah! the big bad wolf! Let me protect you, Y/N, or he’ll come for our necks!” Remus says, holding back laughter, but you don't. You're giggling obsessively as the boy runs over to sweep you in his arms, feigning a growl at Sirius and guarding you with his limbs.

Sirius laughs, but it's distorted as he transforms into his animagus, a large, fluffy black dog, and runs at you.

He jumps at you – not with any attention to hurt, of course – and paws at your shoulders, grinning his doggy grin and you reach your arms from Remus’s grasp to ruffle the fur behind his ears.

A few minutes of gentle playfighting pass, and after your laughter subsides you're able to focus your attention back on the map.

You've moved to the couch now, and you're sprawled across Remus’s lap with his hands playing delicately with your hair. Sirius, the dog that is, is lying on top of you, and you're petting him idly as James rattles on about his latest endeavor with Lily.

The map catches your eye again, and you pick it up, diverting your attention from the dog on your lap and to your wand. You recite the words as Remus told you, and it opens, revealing two footsteps on top of each other where you're sitting.

James stops talking, and you look up at Remus.

“Where's Pads?” you ask, and the mess of fur on top of you perks his head up at the mention of his name.

“It doesn't show people in their animagus form,” Remus explains.

“Ah, that's why the animagus shit is useful, huh? Other than the, y’know, full moon,” you say, and Remus nods, smiling at you. “It does show us overlaid on each other, though,” you observe with a raised eyebrow, and James scoffs in laughter.

“That means we can see you when you-”

“James,” Remus warns, cutting off the bespectacled boy with a firm look, and Sirius lets out his dog laugh (a sort of snort and shake of his big head). James holds his hands up as if in surrender, and you laugh.

“Just sayin’, don't try anything.”

“Oh believe me, I will have this with me at all times we are–”

“Fucking?” James interrupts bluntly, cocking his head to the side.

Remus sighs. “I was going to say alone.”

“Same thing,” you say quietly, giggling, and Remus fights back a smirk.

“Moving on very quickly from that,” the lycanthrope says after a few beats, and you grin, sitting up in his lap to cuddle into his chest. Sirius jumps up and into his human form, laying back onto the couch and opening his mouth to speak.

“Ah-” Remus chides, “no ruining it. Twas so nice when you were silent,” he sighs in feigned wistfulness, and you laugh.

“Fuck off, you twat,” Sirius says, beginning to ramble on again, and you nestle into Remus’s lap, inhaling his scent with your face in his neck.

“M’tired,” you speak into his collarbone after a few minutes, and he smiles, kissing your forehead.

“Sleep, pretty girl. I'll be here when you wake up.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin #marauders x reader

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mashiraostail · 4 years ago

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hello!! can i have miruko and midnight with a student intern (PLATONIC) who just defeated a really strong villian that a lot of other heroes failed to beat? and they’re like suuuuper proud of them and brag to everyone about how strong their apprentice is? thank you!!

i’ve never written for Mirko but i, like most midnight simps, love her as well so hopefully this does her justice!

Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko To be honest you had no idea what you did. You’d never admit that, of course. If you’d learned anything from your mentor it was just to fake it till you made it, even if you were totally lost. Puff out your chest and look in charge, as long as you look like you belong someplace no one will bother you. Maybe you’d taken the advice too far because now you were alone, and this villain was out of your league, but it looked like everyone trusted you. When you looked around for Rumi, desperate for her help she seemed wrapped up in her own fight. “Hey, you’ve got it! Don’t look so scared! You can’t rely on others forever!” It spurred you on just enough, the other thing you’d picked up from the rabbit hero was her incredibly hot head. She fully intended to go in after you, sure she knew you couldn’t rely on her help forever, but you were just a kid, she’d have a tough time taking on that guy alone and she had no intention of making you do it by yourself either, she just wanted you to loosen him up so to speak. Once her own affairs are handled, 3 lower level villains tied to a telephone pole she turns to make way to you, but all she hears is a loud thud, and your opponent is on the ground. “Holy shit!” She shouts, starting to jump. “Did you see that?!” You shout back, also starting to jump. “NO but I’m gonna imagine it until the day I die!” She was as strong as she looked, the way she tackles you knocks the wind out of your probably terribly bruised chest. But you don’t mind, not really anyway. “Tell me everything!” She’s shaking you, your brain feels like soup in your head, and you can practically feel it rattling around your skull. It’s not like it had been an easy win. You definitely had a concussion. “How the hell did you do that?!” She’s starting to inspect you for any serious damage, twisting and tugging your hero costume, “look at you go! Outshining me!” The camera crews were fast approaching as she continues her elated praise. “You’re gonna be a total chart-topper when you graduate!” She spins you around to look at your back. “And you’ve barely got a scratch!” “I think I have a major concussion. And I think a rib is floating somewhere ribs shouldn’t float.” You rub the aching area and she laughs. “Nothing Recovery Girl can’t fix. I’ll give her a call.” Rumi is massaging your shoulders, facing you again. “How the hell’d you do that?” “I..honestly don’t know.” You shake your head, “it just...I kept doing what felt right.” “You are a serious powerhouse, kiddo. Keep your books closed, you’re gonna be my sidekick when you’re old enough. I’m calling dibs.” She’s saying it to you yet also seemingly announcing it to the surrounding newscasters. “As much as I wanna take credit for this guy, it was all my star pupil.” She shakes you some more, you love Rumi, but she was like a big sister, a buff, heavy-hitting, rough and tumble big sister who didn’t feel pain or understand that other people felt it. “We’d love to stick around but I’ve got some damaged goods here.” She slings an arm around your shoulder, roughly, you hiss at her. “Usagiyama-se-OW stop!” You can’t help but laugh, even as the pain rattles down your stomach. “Make way, make way. Come on, you saw the whole fight there’s nothing else we can tell you, just share the footage so bad guys know to watch out for this kid.” She thumps her foot and the camera crews practically part like the Red Sea for you, you aren’t sure how you ended up with such an impressive mentor. “So I’ll give Recovery girl a ring, but until then what do you think about cake?” She meanders down the street, and arm still slung around you, “I was thinking-” “Carrot. I know.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Look at you catching on, you’ll be a pro in no time.” “Can we get a cab?” You whine, “I think I broke my nose.” “No, and now it’s time for your next lesson under the great and powerful Usagiyama-sensei; walking it off!” “That’s so unfair!”

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight You didn’t attend UA, actually, you didn’t even bother applying. So when Midnight took you on as a student you were surprised, to say the least. But you learned a lot from her and had grown...surprisingly close. She was level headed and confident, everything she did she did with clear purpose, you could sense her intention even as she walked. These were all traits you were picking up, at times you probably looked much more confident than you felt. You aren’t sure if you should accredit that or terrible luck to your current situation, and Midnight was nowhere to be found. You were backed into a corner, this villain was way too much for you, he’d been way too much for every hero that went against them, always getting away and always leaving the hero more than a little banged up. You couldn’t run there was nowhere to go, even if you used your quirk to flee you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t be followed, and you weren’t sure you could outrun him. “Stop trying to size everyone up!” You can hear her voice clear as day in your head, “you’ll know how strong they are when the fight starts, looks can be deceiving, and trying to figure out a million what-if scenarios will make you forget what is. Give it your all, you’d be surprised how often it works out in your favor.” You heed her advice, believing in yourself and your abilities. Midnight cannot believe she lost you. She had a bad habit of losing kids, just misplacing them, it’s not like she could pick and choose who was immune to her quirk, usually, she told her allies to scatter before activating it, the last thing she wanted was you passed out on the street and prone. She skids down every alley she passes, eyes casting up to awnings and low rooftops to search for you, she hears fighting, she follows the sound. She turns the corner just in time to see him go down, You’re on his shoulders behind him, legs wrapped around his neck, you’re hitting the top of his head, his face, pulling his nose and mouth and threatening his eyes, you were fighting totally dirty until the minute the guy hit the ground. She was proud. “Well.” You fall off him before he hits the ground, dusting off your tattered costume. “Look at you go!!!” She shouts and you perk up considerably at her voice, glad to no longer be alone. “Midnight!” You beam, “did you see??” “See?” She scoffs, running toward you, “I recorded it in my mind!” She taps her temple, “I wish I could have seen the whole fight!” She swoops you up, crushing you into her chest, “but what I did see was incredibly impressive! You’re learning well!” You brace yourself against her shoulders as she looks up at you, “we’ve been trying to take that guy out for weeks. Eraser isn’t gonna believe it when I tell him it was you who did it.” You flush at that, embarrassment at the thought of her bragging to her colleagues about you warms up the tips of your ears. “God! Where’d UA go wrong letting you fly under the radar??” She was squeezing you, shaking you. You didn’t mind, despite the throbbing all over body ache you had, it was nice to be praised and appreciated, especially by a mentor as strong a Nemuri. “You’re gonna be a great hero one day.” She sets you down, clasping your shoulders in her hands, “you’ve got the makings of a real wrecking ball, sprout.” "Do you think so?” “Uh, yeah. Duh.” She snorts, starting to pinch your cheeks, “you’re a bulldozer! You gave that guy a beating for every hero he banged up ten times over!” She glances at the passed out villain, he was sporting two tender looking black eyes. “You’re probably hurt.” She wraps an arm tight around your shoulders, “where’s it hurt?” “My head.” You let yourself lean into her side, “and my legs.” “The school is nearby, you can rest up there.” She’s rubbing your arm, they’re quick affectionate strokes that make friction heat up your arm and squeeze you close to her side. “And I can show off my star, I can’t wait to brag to everyone about you.” “That’s unbecoming!” You blush at the thought of her showing you off to Present Mic and Eraser Head, gloating about your victory to pros like Vlad King and Hound Dog. She laughs you off, “no it’s not, but everyone’s jealousy will be!” You groan and roll your eyes but happily let her squeeze you a little tighter, it feels nice to be appreciated and Nemuri, despite how she scoffed at you when you said it, had a sort of maternal air to her at times like this. You won’t say you’ve never called her ‘mom’ by accident. “I clearly have the best apprentice out of everyone! So of course I need to show you off and light a fire under everyone’s ass!”

#mirko x reader #rumi usagiyama #nemuri kayama x reader #midnight x reader #midhgt #rumi usagiyama x reader #bnha x reader #bnha requests #platonic

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writingxfootballl · 4 years ago

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know that it’s you (g.w.)

(ginny weasley x reader)

it only took seven years for you to get your happy ending.

warnings: mentions of death, light cursing, men, sarcasm, and no capitalization

word count: ~2.5k

a/n: first hp fic! hope i did okay- i tried my best to capture ginny’s character but it’s not perfect <3

format inspired by @ravenclawwriting ‘s masterpiece- “turning time”

title- hold on, flor

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first year

the aura of confidence she gives off smacks you straight in the face when she passes by you on the platform.

not that you needed any help noticing her.

her flowing red hair caught your eye almost immediately.

oh how you wished to be her friend.

“gryffindor!”

you let out a sigh of relief.

slowly you pick yourself up and walk to the table, where the pretty red headed girl is sitting.

she looks up and smiles at you, gesturing for you to take a seat next to her.

when you do, she sticks out her hand and introduces herself.

“ginny weasley.”

taking her hand, you do the same.

“y/n y/ln.”

when ginny goes missing later that year, you blame yourself.

you should’ve noticed that she was getting quieter and quieter.

you should’ve noticed that she would be gone for hours.

you should’ve noticed.

when she disappears for a few days, she takes your heart with her.

so when harry fucking potter swoops in and saves her, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and it feels like your heart can finally beat normally again.

second year

now that you got her back, you were inseparable.

screw fred and george, you were the new duo at hogwarts.

just kidding, no one could beat the iconic mischief seeking twins, but you sure gave professors a run for their money.

the red headed girl always seemed to have something up her sleeve, and no matter good or bad, you followed her.

that summer, you’re invited to the burrow for the first time.

the two of you share a room, and what started out as separate beds and shy company slowly turned into fleeting glances and lingering touches.

hand holding, cheek kisses and cuddling, all the “platonic” displays of affection.

and then, ginny invites you to the quidditch world cup.

you’ve never been a quidditch fan, but you’d go a thousand times over if she asked you.

really, you’d do a lot of things if she asked you.

third year

you can see her concern for harry when he gets drawn for the triwizard tournament.

it makes you want to rip his head off.

and then, slowly, you begin to notice it all.

how when you were constantly staring at ginny, her eyes followed a certain boy’s every move.

how she’s a flushed, nervous, bumbling wreck around him, so different from the confident and assured girl you knew.

it makes you want to rip his head off even more.

but you don’t know why.

harry’s always been a nice guy.

arrogant, sure, but a nice guy, certainly someone you shouldn’t hate.

so you ask hermione.

the golden girl just laughs when you tell her.

“oh, my dear y/n, you’re just jealous.”

now you’re even more confused.

“jealous? why would i be jealous?”

hermione chuckles a little bit and looks up from her book.

“you fancy her y/n.”

you scoff a little at that.

“me? fancying ginny? no way!”

hermione rolls her eyes and motions for you to leave her to her studying, before mumbling quietly:

“no wonder you were sorted into gryffindor and not ravenclaw.”

you’re determined to somehow prove hermione wrong.

so when seamus asks you to the ball, you consider accepting.

but then you think about ginny.

your sweet, beautiful ginny.

you tell him you’ll get back to him, before running across the school to the courtyard, where you know she’s at.

your question somehow makes it through the panted breaths and heaves.

“would you like to go to the yule ball with me?”

ginny’s face splits into a grin.

“i would love to.”

when you see ginny at the ball, you have to remember how to breathe.

“you look stunning.”

ginny blushes a little at your compliment.

“so do you.”

your heart races in your chest at her words.

you clear your throat at the silence that follows and-

“so, shall we dance?”

you smile and nod graciously, taking her hand and following.

with one of her hands on your waist and the other tightly clasped in yours, hermione’s words flash in your mind.

“you fancy her y/n.”

your eyes meet and you can’t believe you’ve never taken the time to admire how much of a golden honey color they are.

but then.

of course.

“hey um- could i speak to you ginny?”

dean fucking thomas.

ginny lets go of you almost immediately.

she glances at you apologetically, and despite the nagging ache in your chest, you nod and let her go.

after she leaves with him, the rest of the ball passes in a blur, where you can’t focus on anything else except the tenuous strain of your heart.

maybe hermione was right after all.

fourth year

turns out hermione was right.

so very very right.

ginny had you wrapped around her finger.

and for the most part, this year wasn’t bad.

with the exception of dean of course.

when he comes into the picture, it shatters you.

but she couldn’t know that.

so you listened to her talk about him, biting back the i could treat you better from the tip of your tongue.

despite the fact that ginny has a boyfriend, the two of you grow closer.

you’re both members of the DA, helping each other with spells and practicing in your free time.

“ugh gin it’s not working-“

ginny rolls her eyes at you.

“it’s not that hard y/nn, do you want to watch me do it again?”

you nod enthusiastically and ginny giggles a little.

“alright move aside then.”

you move and watch from the side, somehow ending up eyeing along her side profile rather than watching her hex.

eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten in concentration-

dear godric she’s so pretty-

“y/n are you even watching?!”

you shake your head and blush before stuttering out:

“u-uh, s-sorry could you d-do it again?”

ginny watches you with an amused smirk and takes a step in, closer to you.

“you’re kind of cute you know that?”

her finger tracing your jaw, she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a pop and a nose tap.

your mouth drops open, and all the blood in your body rushes to your cheeks.

ginny steps away and seeing that you were still frozen there, turns back and teases:

“aw come on y/n, the bat bogey hex isn’t going to learn itself now is it?”

merlin, this girl was going to be the death of you.

when ginny tells you she broke up with dean, you want to go out and scream in happiness.

but instead, you stay put and say, “aw gin im so sorry, i’ll be here if you need me.”

you’re woken up later that night when ginny crawls into bed with you.

with her face buried in your neck and her hands wrapped loosely around your waist, you can’t help the smile teasing the corners of your lips.

it’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

fifth year

then, fifth year happens.

you could see harry and ginny growing closer and closer, and it felt like she was leaving you behind.

your weekly hogsmeade trips slowly became less and less intimate, as the golden trio began joining the two of you.

a butterbeer was poked at mindlessly with a straw by you at the three broomsticks, all while listening to ginny chat with harry, and ron chat with hermione.

it doesn’t surprise you when ginny and harry disappear together after a little while.

it doesn’t surprise you when ginny starts spending less time in your room, and more time in his.

it doesn’t surprise you when you spot ginny with her head on his shoulder one day.

it doesn’t surprise you, but it still stings.

it stings a lot.

sixth year

the golden trio is gone for almost the entirety of this year.

before they leave, harry breaks up with ginny, and she doesn’t react really.

she accepts it.

but you’re there for her even if she says she’s fine and she doesn’t need it.

then one day, she needs it.

you walk into your room to see her sitting on her bed.

it takes you a second to realize she’s crying.

you’re by her side immediately.

“oh gin- what’s wrong?”

she doesn’t say anything, just turning to you and without a word, you wrap your arms around her.

and you stay like that for a while.

when she goes quiet, you whisper out:

“gin?”

and then you realize she’s fallen asleep.

you try to bite back your poorly contained smile, gently guiding the girl off your shoulder and onto your lap.

you softly tuck a loose, fiery red strand behind her ear, a blush lightly tinting your cheeks when she exhales softly in her sleep.

merlin, i love you.

your cheeks flush even more when she grasps the front of your robes, pulling herself even closer to you.

with your heart hammering in your chest, it’s a wonder ginny hasn’t woken up yet.

you pull out your transfiguration textbook quietly, and try your best to focus on the page, rather than the girl laying there on your lap.

it doesn’t work.

but for once, all is well.

eventually, you get absorbed into your studies, distracted enough to miss the girl on your lap beginning to stir.

your brows are furrowed as you scribble down the last words of your essay, and you bring your quill up to your lips before ginny’s hand gently pushes them away, startling you.

“don’t do that, you’ll stain your teeth.”

you blush sheepishly and drop your hand.

“you’re awake.”

ginny smiles.

“well i’m talking to you aren’t i?”

you grin softly.

“i suppose you are.”

ginny rolls her eyes and sighs, her brown eyes locking with yours immediately after.

her hand comes up to tuck a loosed strand of hair behind your ear and suddenly, the air seems to thicken.

for a moment, neither of you move, too caught up in each other’s eyes.

when ginny’s eyes drop down to your lips you can hear your breath catch in your throat.

you feel yourself being pulled in by some invisible force, your eyes dropping down-

then neville knocks on the door, and just like that, the spell is broken.

“y/n- oh hey ginny.”

ginny sits up and darts away from you so quickly you would’ve missed it if you blinked.

“what’s up nev?”

neville shuffles nervously.

“sorry for catching you at a bad time- um it’s just that professor mcgonagall wanted to see-.”

“all right i’ll be there in a minute.”

neville nods and then, it’s back to the two of you.

it’s quiet for a moment before you both speak.

“you should-“

“i really-“

both of you stop and flush a little before you continue.

“i really should go see what that was about.”

ginny nods and gestures for you to leave.

and you do, not before taking her hand and pulling her up into a tight hug.

“i’ll see you later?”

ginny nods.

“yeah. later.”

when the golden trio returns to hogwarts and all hell breaks loose, the two of you are separated.

in fact, you haven’t seen most of the weasleys since the war began.

you’re left alone with neville for the majority of the fight, and you spend most of it worrying about ginny.

one day when you’re just walking along the edge of the forbidden forest, you catch a glimpse of red hair on the opposite side of the field.

your breath catches in your throat.

as you get closer, you can tell who it is.

and then you start running.

your body almost collides with hers as you wrap your arms around her.

at first, there’s relief.

“you’re here you’re here you’re-“

ginny shushes you and pulls you in tighter, drawing out the sob you tried to hard to keep down.

then the relief turns to anger.

and frustration.

you pull away from the hug abruptly and ginny sends a confused look your way.

“ginevra molly weasley! if you ever, ever do that again i’ll-“

“aw, seems like someone missed me.”

you scoff.

“don’t joke! i thought you were killed- gin you have no idea i was so worried- worried about where you were, what you did-“

the rest of your confession is cut off when ginny grabs your tattered tie, pulls you in, and kisses you.

it’s quick.

lips unmoving, it’s really more of a peck than a kiss.

but it still hit you the same way.

ginny pulls back abruptly when you don’t react, but taking the smile that graced your lips as a good sign, leans back in.

this time, you’re ready for her.

your arms wrap around her neck, her’s falling to your waist, and finally, you’re content.

it’s soft and sweet and then there’s tongue and lips and teeth and you really can’t believe this is happening-

“hey y/n! quit snogging my sister!”

ron’s exclamation startles you.

you flush red, and break the kiss, trying to pull away from ginny out of embarrassment, but she keeps an arm firmly attached to your waist.��

hermione grins next to ron.

“about time you two. about time.”

harry defeats he who must not voldemort in probably what is the most anticlimactic final battle ever.

but just like that,

the war’s over.

seventh year

propped against a tree, ginny runs a hand through your hair, the other tangled with yours in front of your chest.

“hey.”

ginny smiles softly down at you.

“hey to you too.”

“i love you.”

the red headed girl smiles and leans down to give you a soft kiss before replying.

“i love you too y/n.”

your smile is almost blinding, and out of pure happiness, you confess:

“i’ve loved you since third year gin, did you know that?”

the red headed girl almost looks surprised.

“i was gross third year.”

you scoff and mutter:

“you could never be gross.”

ginny just laughs and leans down again.

“i love you y/n. i really do. i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize.”

you look up at your girlfriend with pure adoration in your eyes.

with her lips on yours and fingers tangled together, it felt like the world was finally at peace again.

ginevra weasley was your happily ever after.

cheesy ending, but i loved writing this one.. i hope you guys like it too <3

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fluffy a-z SEUNGHUN (cix)

🔅i changed some of the prompts from the ones i did before, i hope it’s okay, i just made it more fluffy and less repetitive!🔅

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

okay so first things first has affection is so damn irritating (but u wouldn’t have it any other way of course). you could just be sitting silently and all of a sudden seunghun is nibbling at your ear with his arms wrapped around you. at the most inappropriate times, he’ll hug you from the side, or squish his face against yours without warning. he’s a little odd, but it’s okay because he’s cute.

his hand is always engulfing yours. he does it without even realising it, it just becomes natural at some point for his hand to reach for yours whenever you’re around each other. he’ll sometimes bring yours and his hands that are clasped together up to your eye line and laugh “oh we did it again” like it’s THAT subconscious, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s almost like a comfort bracket for you both.

he loves having you tucked under his arm when you’re next to him, even if it’s in public. his arm just naturally rests on your shoulders while you nestle into his side, when you’re stood up you also rest your arm around his waist for some stability. while you’re like this, he brings up his other hand to ruffle your hair or to playfully give you a noogie (is that the word for it, where you clench your fist and rub your knuckles against someone's head? lmao). if it’s possible, he’d sometimes turn to face you and lower his head a little, waiting for you to turn to face him so he could make a kissy face at you until you actually kissed him.

he LOVES cuddling. any and all cuddling, he’s down. being the big spoon and watching a movie from over your shoulder > watching a movie any other way. getting to hold you and just feel you with him,,, he’s in his element he could spend the whole day just cuddling with you and being goofy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

okay so seunghun had the BIGGEST platonic crush on you, he’d be so desperate just to talk to you and find out more about you. lucky for you, seunghun made the first move and sparked a conversation with you, he got your instagram just from that chat too, you could both tell that you were gonna get along. you often went out for drinks or on little friendship dates like shopping or to the aquarium and became really really close. he introduced you to all of his friends and the rest of cix so that you could become friends with them too!

he really does know every single little thing about you and you can’t keep secrets from him cos he’ll get it out of you one way or another. he makes you playlists and sends you memes or pictures with “us” as the message. if you’re more on the introverted side, or just more introverted than him, he’ll bring you out of your shell a lot and introduce you to things that you’d never normally try and of course he’d praise you so much afterwards. honestly, he’s just the kind of best friend that everyone wants.

he’s a big fan of being an absolute pain and irritating you as much as possible but like in a jokey way ofc. he’ll bite you when you’re all calm just to see some kind of reaction from you. he won’t stop tapping you when he wants your attention, pouting and humming in annoyance.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort their partner?)

when he notices that you’re sad, the first thing he does before anything else is hug you. he lets you sit in silence or cry it out while you’re in his arms, you don’t have to look at him or explain to him just yet, because it’s okay to think about things and to cry. he slowly start pulling away from the hug and asking you calmly what the matter is, trying to make eye contact with you. his hands would stay firmly on your upper arms so that you couldn’t get away and hide from your problems. once you’d explained what’s wrong, he wouldn’t give you advice straight away, but would rather temporarily cheer you up by being goofy or suggesting an outing that you two could go on to distract you. if it was something serious, of course he’d be on your side no matter what, but he’d just listen and encourage you and support you with whatever you want to do. he would try to give you some advice, but he’d mainly just try to boost your confidence and make you happy again.

he’s not that great at picking up when you feel anxious, especially if it’s brought on by something that is completely normal to him such as large crowds or public transport or something like that. but if you make it known to him, he’ll remember and will comfort you by making you feel protected. he’ll walk in front of you to make a path for you or will do things first to show you that it’s not so bad. he’ll always be holding your hand anyway but his grip would get a lot tighter in order to keep you safe. when you get home, or at least out of the situation, he’ll tell you how proud he is of you for doing what you did, even if you didn’t do anything at all.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How about kids? Marriage? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he really wants to settle down. your relationship becomes pretty serious pretty quickly when that’s what he wants. he’s not there to waste time or use you just for fun. i’d say after a year he’d like to move in with you if you aren’t living together already by that point. he probably doesn’t want to get married, not because he doesn’t like the commitment or whatnot he just doesn’t think that marriage is necessary to show off what you already have, it wouldn’t change anything for him and he knows it would probably leave you in a worse situation. family wise, he’s not desperate for kids, just you and him are enough to make a family, perhaps a pet too. if you end up having kids, of course he’s gonna be over the moon when he finds out, he’d love them a whole lot, but he respects your decision and isn’t gonna pressure you into having any and he’s not that sure that he wants them himself.

around the house, he does most of the work in the category of DIY and fixing things etc. he likes to cook for you too and actually makes some delicious meals, but he doesn’t always have the time to do that. for the same reason, he doesn’t do much cleaning. when he can, he’ll do it, he’s quite a clean person anyway so there’s never really much mess left for anyone to clean up anyway.

E = Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

naturally, seunghun takes the more dominant role (just because he’s larger and louder lmao). he of course lets you do what you want, get your own way, i don’t mean dominant in that way, but more in a protective way. he’s quick to make decisions that affect the pair of you (and they turn out to be the best choices because he didn’t overthink them) and is very confident when he can see that you’re not. overall, he’s just there for you when you need him. he’s not trying to be oppressive or take away your independence and freedom, he’d just try to help and would never take it too far :).

F = Feelings (How did the confession go down?)

it was always obvious that seunghun had feelings for you, he wouldn’t try to hide it nor would he allow you to be oblivious… he’d make sure that you knew. this just meant that the ball was always in your court, it’s up to you now to confess back. he would flirt with you often and you'd flirt back of course, but he was just waiting for you to explicitly say that you like him so that he could ask if he could take you on an official date hehe.

in the end he just had to settle with you calling him annoying before asking you out because he realised he was never gonna catch you admitting that you like him. he did it in front of an audience of your friends too, to fluster you even more.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s not fragile, but he’s sensitive. there’s a few very specific yet minor things that get to him, that can break him down in a instant, but he’s never worried that people will take advantage of that because if they do, he at least knows that it’s not his fault. which leads me on nicely to saying that he’s a very gentle guy. with himself especially. he never blames himself for things, that’s something he’s learnt as he’s got older. of course sometimes he does believe that things are his fault, but he finds a way to fix it asap. he’s learnt to love himself too. he loves the way he is and he wants everyone else to love themselves too 🥺.

despite being louder than an entire stadium of football fans alone, he brings a certain feeling of “home” whenever you’re with him. you feel safe when you’re around him, like nothing can hurt you, physically or mentally and neither of you even realise that he’s made you feel this way. he’s so gentle with you, that’s just how he is.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

he quite often gives you back hugs. he prefers back hugs to normal hugs since he thinks they’re more innocent and sweet. he would wrap his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder, wiggling his chin around to distract your attention away from whatever you were doing. when he talks to you, he talks in pout and real close to your neck because he knows that makes you smile.

of course, he also likes normal hugs. he traps both of your arms by your sides so that you can’t hug him back then acts all offended because “you rejected him”. he starts begging for a kiss to make up for it (and then avoids it and throws a tantrum because you “he made it so easy for you and you missed”). he finds it cute when you get flustered by a hug because he’s so used to hugging his friends that he never really thought of them as being affectionate. when you snuggle in closer to his chest he just smiles to himself and sighs because he doesn’t think he deserves someone as adorable as you.

I = Instant (Do they believe in love at first sight?)

yes. probably also believes in romantic and platonic soulmates too 🥺.

the moment he sees you, no matter what his surroundings, he gets this urge to talk to you and get to know you. he realises that he gets along with most people and always wants to make new friends, but when he sees you it’s different. it’s an instant attraction and he hopes that you feel the same way, and there’s no better way to find out than to start a conversation.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he doesn’t want to get jealous because he doesn’t want to be tHAT toxic boyfriend, but sometimes he just can’t help it. he won’t get jealous over tiny petty things such as liking other boys posts, talking with other boys etc. it’s usually when you decide to spend time with people over spending time with him, and even then it’s nothing argument inducing, he just likes to point out that he missed you while you weren’t with him :((. the thing that gets him the most is seeing things which are relating to your ex. say you have a present that they got for you, or you still have pictures of the pair of you together (maybe it was just a group photo and they happened to be there, but still). he just gets kinda mopey and would pester you about it until you told him what he wanted to hear, that you didn’t care about your ex anymore.

he definitely has his ways of letting out his jealousy (take that as u will besties) but for the most part, he’d just be really clingy with you until he forgot why he’s even jealous in the first place.

you spend most of your time together anyway, and he trusts you, so there isn’t much need for him to get jealous. he’s too protective over you for anyone else to make moves, he’s quick in recognising when others are taking it too far/ when others are flirting with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

first of all he loves when you kiss his neck!! but your lips actually meet regularly. he likes to kiss you when you’re both tucked up in bed, he thinks it actually helps you both sleep better. he’s forever giving you pecks on your cheek too, but he knows when to stop so that it doesn’t become annoying (taken from my cix as boyfriends post)

he likes when his kisses catch you off guard. you’re eating while sitting beside him, you suddenly feel a pair of lips against your cheek but before you can comprehend what’s going on, he’s already back to eating as if nothing happened. he doesn’t care who’s watching either, he’d even kiss you in front of your family, so what?!

this next paragraph could be considered suggestive so if you’re not into that pls just skip over it.

the longer, more passionate kisses that you share hit VERY different. his thumb and index finger lift your chin, he encourages you to make eye contact with him but you keep getting distracted by him biting his lips/tongue. his lips get closer to your lips, almost touching, and he just stays there for a while. he gets a little scent of your perfume, smiles to himself and then pecks you gently on your lips, just waiting for you to take charge because you're just so desperate to kiss him at this point. you end up going for it but he manages to regain dominance over you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, brushing against your own. as he pulls away, he bites your lip slightly and gives you a cheeky little wink. he knows he’s left you hungry and wanting more, but you’re not getting it hehe.

L = Love Confession (How fast do they say the L-word?)

if anything, seunghun is a little fast when it comes to telling you that he loves you. he says it almost everyday and at first it means nothing, he just says it for the sake of saying it without expecting you to say it back. he does really like you, but he’s not really convinced in himself that it’s love. as time goes on he starts to understand the meaning more. when he can’t imagine life without you, when you literally become his other half, he realises the meaning behind the words.

the first time he says it to you meaningfully was over a meal. you were eating, he waited for you to take a mouthful of food before he told you so he could see you react without talking at first, since your facial expressions would definitely tell him more than anything you said ever could. he tells you how much you mean to him, honestly, with a huge sincere smile on his face.

M = Memory (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

the first time you held hands is something that replays in his mind a lot. you were comparing hand sizes, you know, common flirtatious practice. you weren’t officially together yet, not even dating, but he just couldn’t help but close his hand around yours while laughing about how tiny your hand was compared to his (even tho it wasn’t that much smaller than his lol).

N = No (What's their pet peeve?)

when you imitate or copy him. sure sometimes it’s cute and funny, but is it really necessary all the time? he’s sort of a bit like “do they have no personality of their own???” and it kind of makes him feel a little bit conscious and overly aware of what he’s doing and saying. that’s not to say that he doesn’t like to be teased every once in a while, just don’t do it too regularly because it will lose its comedic value and fast.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their significant other?)

yellow: he literally calls you his honey <3 you're the reason that he smiles, his source of joy and optimism, even in the darkest times.

“the sun came up and i was looking at you” kinda thing.

P = Petnams (What pet names so they call their other half?)

honey! literally his favourite name for you EVER. he calls you “my honey” when he introduces you to people and when he talks about you to his parents too :(.

he also likes to throw in a simple “babe” just in case he hasn't made you feel butterflies in a while (it always works and he knows it).

since day one, he’s been teasing you about looking like a specific cartoon/character so sometimes he refers to you by that name too hehe.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything important. sometimes, while you talk, he’s just admiring you and not actually listening, so when that happens he obvs doesn’t remember a thing you just said. there are times where he forgets something and stands there clicking this fingers and staring up to the ceiling so that he remembers without you having to remind him. he really wants to remember stuff about you, okay?🥺

R = Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

pester you lmao. “what’s for lunch?” “can we cuddle now?” “give me a kiss” “one more pleaseeee” “games?” you can forget it if you think you’re using the day to get some work done.

he’s around you constantly anyway, so when you’re both stuck at home with nowhere to go, it just makes it 10 times worse (or better, up to you). you both sit on the sofa, legs tangled together and start reading or scrolling through your phone but it’s not long until you end up sleeping, safely in his arms. he’d wake you up just in time for lunch though, asking what you’re gonna make him even though he already threw together a meal for the pair of you the night before. he’d love to see the panic in your eyes and the quick scramble to get to the kitchen so that your boyfriend didn’t starve, even though you’re well aware that he could cook his own meal.

he wants to get out of the house at some point. even though it is raining, and as long as didn’t mind, he’d still like to go on a walk somewhere with you. maybe around a lake, get some cute pictures before heading back home and showering together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

he’ll ask lots of questions about what you’re doing, where you’re going, who you’re going with etc. not because he wants to find a reason for you not to go, and of course he’d never say you can’t go, but he just wants to know that you’ll be safe and also, he’s just nosy.

he knows he can’t keep you safe from every little thing that could possibly happen, but he’s gonna try his best and he’s gonna defend you no matter what! he’s always ALWAYS on your side and will never be afraid to fight for you if it comes to it.

he doesn’t feel like he needs to be protected as such, but he’d definitely appreciate it if you did for him what he does for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

a whole bloody lot. he remembers dates that are important to your relationship, your birthday, your anniversary and the not so important dates such as the anniversary of your first date, the first time you slept over at his house, your first kiss, he likes to remind you of them all in his own special way hehe. it’s kind of shocking and scary how he remembers them but can’t remember his own birthday some years lmao.

he tries to take charge of your dates, booking them and planning them (planning being the bare minimum, but nevertheless still planning, sure), telling you about them and hyping them up to be even better than the last date that you went on. he’s not afraid to splash the cash either, he doesn’t mind paying for the majority of things but he’s not gonna be offended or anything if you say you wanna pay/go halves. he takes so many pictures of you (and him) when you go on dates. even if he can’t post them anywhere, he has them and can look back at them whenever he misses you.

the gifts he buys you are more like reminders of memories. he’d make an edit of a vacation that you took together, or a scrapbook of last summer alongside some cute little jokey gifts that would also be part of an inside joke that you share. omg flowers too, he gets you flowers without it needing to be a special day, he’ll just bring them to you randomly, some nice red roses or tulips that you can put on display 🥺

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he tends to ignore others when you’re with him. when hanging out in a group, he only focuses on you. of course, he’ll get involved in the conversation and so on but he’s mainly just concentrating on you, it’s like the pair of you are in your own little bubble even though you’re sat at the same table. this is especially the case when you’re with your friends since he’s not that close to them. there’s lots of affection that he initiates between the pair of you two too, which doesn’t go down well in certain situations while others are around.

V = Vulnerability (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

if he senses that you’re a little shy, he’ll be very open from the beginning. he feels like he has nothing to hide, so why not reveal stuff about himself to get you talking and get to know you better? if you’re not that shy, the conversation usually isn’t that deep when you first meet, it’s silly, flirtatious and quite playful. he started properly opening up to you a few dates in, it’s not that he’s embarrassed or that he has a guard up, just that he never really needed to tell you this stuff unless you asked.

he’s a very open and honest person with you, he’s not hiding anything from you and is willing to talk about anything and everything. he’s not cautious of the fact that you could hurt him with what you know, he believes that the risk is worth it and would probably allow him to realise your intentions with him sooner rather than later.

W = Why (Why do they love their partner?)

you make him smile like no one has ever done before. he couldn’t be happier than when he’s with you and he always lets you know how he feels. he loves that you bring out the best parts of him. but you also allow him to feel sad and down when he needs to and help him out of his slump.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

when you’re sick, he brings donuts, a whole box of 12 just for you, some medicine, some of his warmest clothes (including scarves and hats) and of course his radiant smile every time without fail. he lights one of your scented candles that he bought for you (even tho you can’t smell it) and asks you to come cuddle with him until dinner time, when he shall feed you the soup that he made that morning.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, but other people love in a relationship?)

honestly, there’s not much that he doesn’t like when it comes to romance, he likes all the traditional stuff and more. one thing that he isn’t really a huge fan of in a relationship is double dates, or “group dates”. as i mentioned before, when you’re out with friends, he’s only focused on you. why bring other people along on your date when it could be just the two of you having fun? as much as he loves making new friends and spending time with all of them, when you’re there, you’re all he needs.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he’s a cuddler. he can’t fall asleep without holding you. he might turn over or let go at some point but he always manages to find his way back to you, wrapping his arms around you while you both sleep.

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years ago

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Vivi x reader (F): What changed?

What? An enrty for @some-piece‘s sapphic challenge that’s not at the very end of the month? Boy, this heat must really be getting to me. This time it’s for Vivi, my absolute favourite one piece girl. Enjoy!

Warnings: insecure reader

Nefertari Vivi was a remarkable woman, there was no doubt of that. She was strong, she was kind and her main concern was her people, not herself. Vivi was exactly what a good ruler needed to be, which is why you respected her so. At a young age you started working as a maid in the royal palace, making money to make ends meet at home. You fully expected the royal family to treat you like shit, like you weren’t even worth the dirt under their shoes, but you were pleasantly surprised at how nice they were. The king smiled at you, said thanks and please, treated you like a person. And the princess herself? She loved playing with you. She might have been out playing with Koza a lot, but most of her time in was spent playing with you. Not long after you started working there, Vivi claimed you to be her best friend. It was a title you started wearing with honour.

But now, king Kobra was getting old and Vivi was taking up more and more responsibilities as she aged. The time when the two of you played as young girls was long gone now and though you and her still talked on friendly terms, she was often too busy to stick around for long. Crocodile had hit the country hard and Vivi had her mind set on restoring order as fast as she could. Koza often came by the palace as well to help her. Whenever he came by, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow heavy.

You were afraid she loved him.

Koza and her had always been close and had always shared a special bond. Whether if was platonic or not, you did not know. What you did know is that the thought of them together both warmed and froze your heart. You wanted Vivi to be happy, she deserved the world and more, but you couldn’t help but want it to be you. It had taken you a few years to realise that your feelings towards her were more than just adoration and respect for your princess and friend, but the realisation had hit you hard and you were unsure of what to do with these feelings.

You loved her.

How you wished she returned your feelings but you felt like the chances were slim. She was a princess after all, and you were but a maid. She could get many other people, much better matches than you. She probably should as well, for the sake of Alabasta. So, you kept your feelings to yourself, happy to just be in the same palace and to share a pleasant conversation with her every now and again. You resigned yourself that your feelings would go unanswered and tried your best to stop these feelings, but brain had no say over what the heart wanted.

Vivi had noticed your change in behaviour though. At first, she thought it was a bad day. When she noticed it lasted longer, she tried to take some extra time out of her say to talk with you to distract you, but that changed nothing. After she came back from a long trip, she was shocked to see you greet her with such a sad smile. Something was very wrong with you, and she was going to find out what. After she settled into her room, she requested for you specifically to bring her afternoon tea, in her room.

The request shocked you a little. Usually, Vivi would have tea with her father when she came back from anything. Or with Koza, if he happened to be around. And to request for you specifically? You could only wonder what brought that up. Figuring that all would make sense eventually, you prepared the tea and brought it up to her room.

“Princess Vivi? It’s Y/N. I’ve brought your tea.” “Ah, Y/N! Come in!”

You balanced the tray with the tea on one hand as you used the other to open the door. Vivi sat at the table that was in the middle of her room. Carefully, you placed the tray on the table and started pouring Vivi her tea.

“Thank you, Y/N. Please, have a seat.” Vivi said as she gestured at the chair across her. “Thank you.” You said before sitting down. Your hands were getting sweaty and you were relieved the tea had already been poured. “Are you alright, Y/N?” Vivi asked. “Yes, of course, your highness.” “Y/N.” “Yes?” “Why did you start calling me that?” “Call you what?” “Princess. Your highness. When it was just the two of us, it has always just been Vivi. What changed?”

You felt your blood run cold. It was something you had started doing in your head, hoping that the emotional distance of addressing her with her title instead of her name would help stop these feelings. It had become such a habit that you had forgotten to stop doing it when Vivi was here.

“I… figured it was more appropriate.” “Appropriate? Y/N, we’re friends! Calling me by my name is appropriate.” “But it is not!” you burst out before you could think about it. You clasped your hands in front of your mouth and apologised profusely for raising your voice. “Why is it not, Y/N?” Vivi answered, unfazed by your little outburst. “Because… you’re the princess. I’m but a maid working here. You should not be spoken to so freely by someone like me.” “Someone like you? Y/N, do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” You did not answer her question, afraid of the answer. A small part of you wanted to believe you meant as much to her as she meant to you, but it couldn’t be, right? “You’re the most special person in my life, Y/N. I love you.” “What?” Your head shot up, unable to believe the words Vivi just spoke. “I love you. This is not how I wanted to tell you but… I feel like you’re slipping away and that if I don’t say it now, I’ll never get to say it. You’ve always been such a special person to me. I just… I was waiting for the right moment to say it? But with all that’s happened lately because of Crocodile, and how busy it’s been… I just… never got to it?”

You sat quietly, unable to speak. Your feelings were returned? Was this a dream? You pinched yourself and winced at the feeling. Vivi laughed at the action.

“But what about Koza?” “What about him?" “I thought you two were... you know...” “Me? And Koza? Ha! He's a great friend, but I think we'd strangle each other if we were together.” “So you're not in love with him?” “Absolutely not.” “Oh.”

You looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. It had all been in your head. You were the one who caused your own negativity, and who was about to stap back from the woman you fell in love with without confirming if your suspicions were true. You felt so stupid, realising that you could've spared yourself from all of this if you had just talked to her.

“That didn't have to do anything with your behaviour, did it?” Vivi asked, slightly shocked at the realisation when she saw you slump down. “It... did. I... have had a crush on you for a good while now, but I thought you an Koza... well, instead of asking, I acted like an idiot.” “You know you can always ask me anything, right?” “Yes, I do. I just... was afraid of the answer, I guess.” “Well, you've got it now. So, what will you do?” You looked up to see Vivi grinning at you. “What do you mean?” “Well, you know how I feel. You just told me how you felt. What will you do now?” “I... I'd like to go on a date with you.” “Great. Tomorrow afternoon, we meet up at the front gate of the palace. Dress nicely.”

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damn-stark · 4 years ago

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Unexpected confession

Poe Dameron x reader

Requested by anon “...But I was thinking Poe x reader where the reader has her wisdom teeth removed? And Poe has to take care of her. Possibly a bit right after the surgery where the reader is still coming off the anesthesia and then a little after shes fully off it. Maybe the reader and Poe aren't together but both are silently in love with the other? Thank you so much, again no pressure to write this! 💞💞”

Warning- Fluff, slight angst

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Today was the day. The day you dreaded, the day where you wouldn’t be in control of yourself for a couple hours and be vulnerable to doing something stupid, or really vulnerable to saying something stupid. Like confessing…

No. You couldn’t even imagine it. The thought only made you even more nervous. It was already bad enough that Poe Dameron was going to be taking care of you, you couldn’t be overthinking what you could spill out in your after surgery grogginess.

You had to just calm down.

“How are you feeling?”

You lift your head to see Poe walking your way with that smug, charming smile of his and you feel much worse. Albeit you lie to him as you answer his caring question. “I feel fine. Totally relaxed and confident.”

Poe comes to a stop before you and chuckles while he shakes his head as he puts his hands on his hips. “If I didn’t know you, I would believe you, but since you’re my best friend and I do know you, I know you’re far from fine.”

You meet his dark eyes and share a lingering gaze before you let out a deep groan. “Okay fine, I’m nervous, I hate not being in control and this is just one of those times where I won’t be and it scares me.”

Poe snickers, “you got some secrets in that pretty head of yours that you don’t want to share?”

Yes.

“No,” you chuckle nervously, “nope, I just don’t like the idea of being drugged.”

Poe approaches you and slaps his hand on your shoulder to give it an assuring squeeze. “There’s nothing to worry about, you’ll be fine. You have me, I’ll take good care of you.”

A small smile tugs on the corner of your lips and you let out a relieved sigh. “You’re right...I’ll be fine. I completely trust you.”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

You couldn’t fight the urge to speak whatever came to mind, at the moment you felt like you were under some odd and funny daze, like you were blacked out drunk and only aware of some aspects of yourself. Or it felt like you were under some phase of space crazy. Either way you were feeling no pain at the moment and currently beyond happy.

“I wish I could feel this way forever!” You exclaim as Poe sits you down on your bed. “I feel relaxed and….uh,” you suddenly lose your train of thought and just cluelessly blink, looking up to Poe as he begins to walk away. “Hey! Where are you going?!”

Poe looks over his shoulder and points to something in the closet. “I’m getting you a blanket, relax, you’re stuck with me until you’re stable.”

“Good,” you nod, “good, good.” You try to lick your lips and then in your crazy mind you begin to panic. “Poe….I don’t have a tongue.”

“Huh?”

“My tongue! It’s missing!” You lift your hands to put your fingers in your mouth and feel what you thought had just run off, but Poe caught your attempts and rushed to your side to rip your hands away from your mouth.

“No, don’t do that.”

“But I don’t have a tongue,” you insist with your eyes wide and panicked.

Poe sits besides you and picks up the blanket he had dropped from the floor, unfolding it and spreading it over the lower half of your body whilst he assures your worry. “Sweetheart you do have a...tongue, I can assure you that you do.”

“That’s a relief,” you whisper before taking his hand in yours and changing your expression into a more soft and pleading one. “Can you stay with me? Please. Don’t leave.”

Poe’s lips tug into a smile and his eyes drift to your hand clasping his and his smile widens. He nods and his eyes drift back to meet your own, slowly beginning to stroke your knuckles with his thumb as he assured you. “I won’t, I promise.” With his free hand he reaches to cup your cheek to caress it gently, “I’ll be with you for however long you’ll have me.”

You look into his eyes and your smile widens. If you had been sober you would have gotten nervous and avoided this moment, but right now you relished in it, you loved it and couldn’t find the correct words to say. “I’m thirsty.”

Poe lets out a lighthearted scoff and pats your hand as he drops his other hand from your cheek to stand up and step away from the bed. “You’re in luck, I already had your favorite drink prepared.”

“Yay,” you clap, wanting to stand up, but getting your idea turned down before you could even execute it with a simple look. “Oh, sorry.”

Poe doesn’t take long to walk back to the side of your bed, carefully handing you your drink and giving you a simple warning. “Careful not to spill.”

You look down at your drink with a giddy smile and then look to him to reveal something that he didn’t expect you’d say, but something you didn’t even think twice of revealing. “I love you.”

Poe stiffens and looks at you with his eyes slightly widened and his words stuck in his mouth. He puts his hands on his hips and all he does is nod slowly, simply pushing aside words that you had spoken under the after effects of anesthesia. He can only react when you call his name.

“Poe.”

“Yeah?”

“Sit next to me.”

Poe scratches the back of his head and nods before kicking off his boots and taking off his jacket to do as you had instructed. You both stay in silence as you slurp your drink and he watches you in admiration, wanting to do more, but knowing that you two were strictly friends, and he didn’t want to reveal anything that he kept secret while you weren’t yourself. He’d have to wait. He didn’t know how long, but he would.

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

“Mhmm…” you flutter your eyes open and the first thing you feel is a pounding, aching pain in your jaw. “Oh fu—” Before you could finish your sentence, you shut up as you catch sight of Poe peacefully sleeping beside you. “Oh.” You look around you and notice that a single dim light was on in the room, water and an empty mug were on your bedside table, while blankets were wrapped around you, and Poe had nothing on himself to keep warmth.

The poor man was balled up to keep warm. It was a cute and admirable sight that made you smile softly, and made you further examine him as he lay silent and unconscious.

The way he was laying you could see his eyelashes kiss his skin as he kept his eyes closed, you could see his nose flare up gently as he drew in quiet breaths of air and slowly breathed them out. You could see his loose curls that lay over his forehead, and the way he kept his hands under his head for more level. Poe, overall just looked beautiful this way and he made your heart swell even if he wasn’t doing anything but sleeping.

Regardless, you carefully moved your hands to pull some blankets over him, and turned very slowly to reach the cup of water on your bedside. In that moment not expecting Poe's voice behind you.

“You need something?”

“Oh, stars,” you breathe out as you drop your attempts and focus on the ground to collect yourself. “Weren’t you supposed to be asleep? You scared me.”

Poe manages a soft laugh and is quick to climb off the bed to hand you your water. Causing you to offer him a tight lipped smile and a quiet remark, “you didn’t have to do that, my jaw hurts not my body.”

“Well,” Poe shrugs, “I’m taking care of you so appreciate it while you can.”

You scoff and take a sip of water before you set it down and look at him with insecurity. “So, be honest, was I terrible?”

Poe sits beside you and you make sure not to look away so you could catch every word. “Horrible.”

Your eyebrows knit together and you look at him with a horrified face. “No,”

“Yes.”

“Poe, you’re joking.”

Said man narrows his gaze, but he can’t keep the smug smile from showing, so he gives up and laughs. “No,” he shakes his head, “You were good, talkative and smiley.”

You look at your hands and swallow thickly before you ask one dreaded question. “Did I say...anything? Like...anything, uh, unexpected?” You blink to look at him and see that he looks away from you this time, his smile falls and he hesitates to answer for a few moments.

Poe slowly shakes his head moments later and looks up at you to assure you with a lie; “no….you didn’t say anything...unexpected. All good. No secrets spilled.”

You let out a relieved sigh and smile. “Okay, good.”

Poe nods in agreement even if he didn’t like his lie. He had the chance to ask about you what you said, to ask if you meant it any other way besides platonically. But he couldn’t dare and ruin what you had already. He couldn’t do it while you were still in pain.

He would have to keep what you had relieved to him...a secret. For now.

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kozozaki · 4 years ago

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We really fucked up this time - Ranboo x Reader Chapter 4

Y/n will be a little touchy with Tubbo this chapter (Tubbo and Tommy throughout the story) Y/n is just really comfortable around them and I don't have a better way of showing that than them hugging and stuff. Everything with anyone that isn't Ranboo is platonic no matter how much it doesn't seem like it.

Y/n hadn’t been to L’manburg in a couple of days, she didn’t want to be there until she was required to. Ranboo came over that day as he promised, it was really sweet of him to offer. Y/n must admit, she didn’t realize how lonely she was over there until Ranboo showed up, it was nice having someone over who she got along with.

She was just barely missing the qualifications to be considered late. She rushed to the holy lands, where the meeting room was, “Y/n, you’re here! I didn’t think you would want to come after, the other day,” Fundy said.

“Umm, yeah, I’m sorry, I broke down for no real reason. B-But I’m fine now, I promise!” Ranboo had comforted her a lot when he was there.

“It’s perfectly fine Y/n. Are you okay though, really? If you have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the meeting, I’ll feel responsible, please, tell the truth, Y/n,” Tubbo made her feel guilty, but it wasn’t completely a lie, she was feeling better for the most part.

She nodded, “I promise, Tubbo.”

“Big Q and Fundy, you will be seated on the left side, Y/n and Tommy will be seated on the right, Tommy, you will be next to me,” Tubbo informed. Everyone nodded and prepared themselves to enter the room, as the atmosphere was already tense, they couldn’t imagine how it would be in there. Y/n gave Connor a confused look. He shrugged as if to say, ‘I don’t know why but I’m here’.

They entered the blackstone building, Y/n’s anxiety rising by the second at the sight of her older brother. They all sat in their designated spots.

After a moment of silence, Dream spoke, “Hello,” they all greeted him in return, some more hesitant than others, “Did you bring a book and quill?”

“We need the minute man,” Tubbo said. Y/n blinked in confusion until Ranboo came through the door holding a book and quill. She smiled nervously at him. She couldn’t tell, but Ranboo felt extremely guilty, she looked so uncomfortable, and he was the one who pushed her to go to that meeting.

Tubbo and Dream began discussing the possibility of Tommy being exiled and the walls, but Y/n zoned out when she heard Tommy breathing heavily next to her. She grabbed his hand to calm him, and it helped, but not great.

Dream began to say that Tommy couldn’t curse towards anyone and he lashed out at him, “You can’t silence my swearing you motherfucker!”

To which Y/n yanked his hand downwards and he groaned in pain, “Tommy you have to learn to shut the fuck up when you need to, okay?” She scolded him, he was like a brother to her, she didn’t want him to be exiled.

“Fine, jesus…” he breathed out. Y/n zoned out once again, for who knows how long, not noticing what was happening until Tommy started taking apart the table.

“Tommy what are you doing?! This is the exact opposite of what I just told you!” He ignored her still and stood on a makeshift podium.

“Dream, you idiot. You walk around all day, thinking you’re the shit. This isn’t some insanity thing, I’m not going down Wilbur’s path, I’m not getting exiled, because my friend, you have nothing of mine. But Dream, a long time ago, I got something of yours.”

“Tommy…” Y/n whispered, not loud enough for him to hear. She was scared, he had no idea what he was doing. Tubbo put a comforting hand onto her shoulder, “Tubbo, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“It’s okay, Y/n,” she nodded slowly, she had no reason not to listen to Tubbo. She had no reason to not listen to anyone in the room, everyone had been there for her and helped her.

Tommy paced towards the enderchest, “Dream are you familiar with your old pet horse? What was its name, Dream?” Dream pulled out an axe and Y/n put her hand out to stop him but Tubbo pulled her back, and she melted into the slightly taller boy's arms. Her head rested on his shoulder as a few anxious tears fell from her face. He wasn't gonna let Dream kill Tommy, but if he couldn't prevent it, he sure as hell wouldn't let Y/n see it.

“Kill me all you want Dream, kill me all you want, what was it’s name?” Y/n seethed at the boy’s confidence that she used to admire before it got them into shitty situations like the one he was in now.

“I can’t it’s the holy ground,” Dream said. Y/n let go of Tubbo and turned around. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. There was no way he still cared, he didn’t care about anything, even his sister, why would he care about a horse that died months ago?

“What was it’s name, Dream?”

There was a small moment of silence, “Spirit,” he stated. Y/n knew better, she knew he was only pretending to have trouble saying Spirit’s name, pretending to have trauma attached to that name. But she didn’t speak up about it. No one would believe her.

“Spirit, ‘Tommy confirmed,” Months ago, months ago, I retrieved Spirit’s remains, an item that means so very much to you. You don’t have anything on me anymore, not even the discs! And I’ve been holding onto this for so long. You have nothing on us anymore.”

“Tommy, you’re speaking out of line,” it pissed Y/n off when Tubbo spoke like a president, like he was more entitled than Tommy and her, even though he was more entitled. And he was correct, Tommy was speaking out of line. She wanted nothing more than to be with her friends without any issues, just like it was in the summer.

“I can speak out of line, what does he have on us, what does he have on us?!” Tommy repeated, not understanding why nobody else was contributing to his detestable words towards the man.

“He has the power to destroy our nation, you’re being selfish Tommy, you’re acting like the bad guy here,” Y/n had it up to here with Tubbo’s hurtful words towards Tommy, he was one of the most selfless people she knew even if he didn’t seem like it.

“No no, Tubbo, listen, he’s had my discs all this time, he’s had the high ground, but Spirit is the one thing he actually cares about, he doesn’t have anything on us, alright? As long as we speak to Skeppy and Purpled before him, which we can do easily, Tubbo, you have one of them, we’ll have all four discs!” Y/n looked up from the ground, was it truly that simple? Dream took her discs, wait and chirp when she fought alongside Tommy, Sapnap, and Tubbo that day.

“Everyone thinks I’m out of line, everyone thinks I’m being naive, no. Dream, you don’t have anything on me anymore. You don’t have the discs.”

“But he has shit on us!” Fundy argued.

“Tommy, what if I get it, Tommy? Right now I have nothing, but what if I get it?” Dream tried to threaten.

“Cause Dream, I can burn Spirit,” Dream visibly tensed at Tommy’s sheer lack of care, “Why is no one else freaking out right now?”

The room devolved into Quackity, Tubbo, Tommy and Fundy talking over each other, “Well Dream you don’t have anything on me, and I have Spirit on you. And this is the only item that means anything to you now, and it’s in my possession.”

While listening closely to Tommy venting to make sure he didn’t fuck up any more than he already had, Y/n made her way across the room over to Ranboo. He had his sunglasses off once more, and by looking closer she had noticed that his left sclera was black and his right was the normal white. His eyes also had a soft glow to them. She realized she had been staring at him and her face was quickly covered in a red hue as she muttered curses at herself, halfway hiding behind Ranboo and half hugging him from his side.

Ranboo looked down and smiled sadly, she was getting stressed again, he could tell by the way her hands were shaking slightly as they clasped together on the other side of his torso. She looked up at him, her breath feverish and her eyes moving around his face sporadically. He ran his hand through her hair, attempting to calm her down. He set his hand onto her shoulder since that always seemed to work more than other things. Her frantic breathing patterns had ceased, but her shaking stayed. He decided to leave her alone and let her hug him. Since that first time they had hugged each other, it seemed to be one of Y/n’s favourite things to do. Besides, he could always help her more later.

She shifted her focus onto the conversation happening elsewhere in the room, “Tommy, tell him what he has to do,” Fundy spoke, no longer wary of joining Tommy’s side.

“Dream. You’ve got to take down those walls,” Tommy ordered, Big Q and Fundy chuckling in delight, Dream had finally been put in his place. At least that’s how they viewed the situation, “Let’s go, we don’t need the holy land for protection anymore,”

“This is a really bad idea,” Y/n agreed with Tubbo, it was relieving to see her cruel older brother finally at everyone else’s level, but it was all a ruse. He didn’t care about Spirit. But she didn’t say anything about it. She loved seeing Tommy happy like this, but if she said anything while he was in this mood, he would either not listen or it would put him in an unbearably upset mood. She knew it would be apparent why she was so silent during the meeting in a few minutes regardless.

They all stood there just outside of L’manburg. Fundy and Quackity were just making fun of him, “Well Tommy- ugh,” Dream groaned in annoyance, knowing he couldn’t make a sufficient rebuttal, “Tommy, if I get a- grr,” Tommy made a surprised laugh, taking pride in the fact that Dream couldn’t do anything. Y/n scoffed and turned away back towards the direction of the museum. His difficulty speaking was patently fake, why was it just her that realized it? Her eyes became cold and dull to anyone who didn’t bother looking closer. She was so frustrated, she couldn’t do anything. Tommy and Tubbo are the only ones that ever took her seriously, but they’re both being arrogant.

She only turned back around towards the walls when she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around to see Ranboo towering over her with a sweet, nervous smile. She returned it the best she could, and Ranboo snaked behind her. Y/n saw a small section of the walls being torn down by her brother and smiled a little. It wouldn’t last long, but when he wasn’t being unruly, it was nice to see Tommy proud of himself.

Dream stood still, before beginning to place back the obsidian that he had been forced to mine. Tommy, Fundy and Big Q were bewildered, Y/n looked guilty, and Tubbo was indifferent, they both knew it was bound to happen, “Y/n? Y/n you have a really guilty look on your face right now, did you do something?” Tommy asked very quickly, “Or- You knew that this was gonna happen. Didn’t you?”

She looked away with an even guiltier expression, laced with a sad smile as she watched her older brother build the walls even higher, “Why didn’t you say anything!? I would’ve stopped if you’d just say something!”

“Because I like seeing you happy,” Y/n sniffled, “and if I told you he didn’t actually care, you would either ignore me because you were being arrogant, or you would be upset. So I just didn’t say a thing,” Tommy looked at the girl with sad eyes as Dream jumped down from the walls in front of them.

“Tommy. Listen, you fucked up this time,” Tommy asked him not to swear, “No, Tommy. I don’t give a fuck about Spirit, I don’t give a fuck about anything actually, I care about the discs. I care more about your discs than you do! That’s the only thing I care about actually! I don’t care about Spirit, Spirit was my horse, died ages ago. I care about the discs, cause that’s what gives me power over you, your friends, and everybody that you care about because you care about the discs more than anyone else here. So if you are not exiled from L’manburg, I will build these walls until I can’t anymore! I will keep everybody inside, I will hire guards, Punz and Sapnap to patrol all around the walls keeping them inside. No trade, no one leaves, no armour or they get slaughtered inside,” Y/n was grinding her teeth against each other, Dream was pissing her off. They both had slight anger issues, like brother like sister, “Don’t try and threaten me! I don’t care, I have lost all care for anything in this world-”

“Really, so if I burn Spirit, right now, you wouldn’t care-”

“Burn Spirit, right in front of me right now!” That was it. Y/n couldn’t take any more of him yelling at Tommy, and she snapped. In one swift movement, she was in front of Dream, holding the flat of her gleaming netherite sword to his neck, effectively putting decent space between him and Tommy.

“Quit shouting at Tommy Clay!” She could only see one of his eyes from behind his cracked mask, but they told her everything she needed to know. He was taken aback, he seemed to have temporarily forgotten how much she cared about Tommy. She used his real name, that even she rarely used, and she only used it when she was beyond pissed. She wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he tried anything, he knew that for sure. Despite being nearly a foot shorter than him, she was a threat to everyone if they pissed her off or hurt or offended someone she cares about. Dream’s eyes flicked over to Ranboo, someone else she seemed to care about a great deal, “Don’t you fucking dare,” she spat, knowing what that look meant.

“You wouldn’t kill me, you’re too-”

“I would,” she said simply, with a sick smile, “I would kill you. Half those discs are mine too, I couldn’t care less if you lost one, or two, or all three of your lives.”

“Well this is the only thing you’ve had attachment to this entire time, how do I know you aren’t fucking lying?” Tommy stated shakily.

“I have an attachment to you and Y/n’s discs.”

“What- Why would you care about them, they’re ours, why do you even care about them?”

“No no no, Tommy, they’re my discs,” the edge of Y/n’s blade pressed further against his neck, just a bit more pressure and it would puncture his skin, “I’ll get them, I’ll keep them, and I’ll put them in my enderchest for the rest of your lives. Listen Tubbo,” Y/n took her sword away from his neck and walked back towards Ranboo only to be engulfed in a hug. She faced the scene while leaning her back into his chest (or waist? I don’t fucking know he’s too tall. ribcage?). “You have three days. If you don’t exile him in three days, I’ll do what I said.”

“What does that entail, what the fuck do you mean?” Tommy asked.

“L’manburg can be independent, but L’manburg can’t be free,” Dream answered simply. Dream stopped talking and immediately went to raise the walls.

“Tommy you had one job. You had one job. To be positive, to be peaceful. And you messed it up,” Tubbo criticised.

“You fucked up,” Quackity whispered, “You really fucked this up now Tommy-”

“No this is on you two as well!” Tubbo shouted at Fundy and Quackity, and they all argued for a moment while Tommy just stood there, watching Dream build up the walls, bewildered at what had just occurred. Y/n huffed at the sight, Ranboo just held her tighter to his chest.

“Tubbo he’s only doing this so he can get under your skin to get you to turn on me,” Tommy tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen.

“No, he’s very clearly doing this to get the discs, cause he wants them.”

“You guys are idiots, he wants Tommy as far away from L’manburg as possible, while also getting the discs to gain control of Tommy and I,” Y/n affirmed quickly. They both turned towards the girl who was rested in Ranboo’s arms, that was standing behind Tubbo, both giving her a baffled look, “What? You guys didn’t realize that?” Her face was covered in blush as she realized how weird it must look to them that out of nowhere Ranboo and her were so comfortable with each other within less than a week of him being here when it took her at least a month to hug even Tommy. She exhaled in relief when they turned away, but also grief when they started arguing.

“You couldn’t do one thing for me, Tommy! And it was for your own good! So you know what, if the roles were reversed as you said, yeah, you probably wouldn’t have exiled me, because I would’ve actually listened to you and done what you said! And maybe had a couple ounces of respect! You’ve messed this up for no one but yourself,” There was an agonizing silence after Tubbo’s line, but as much as it angered Y/n seeing Tommy pushed around, it was the painstaking truth. Tommy had no one to blame but himself and Dream, “It’s selfish.”

“I’m gonna say it now,” Big Q sighed, “What’s happened has happened, there’s no going back. What do we do next?”

“We have three days-”

“Tubbo-” Tommy started.

“I don’t want to exile you, okay?!” Tubbo yelled.

“This whole war, all of this, L’manburg, everything. This has started way before L’manburg, me you and Y/n versus Dream. This can’t be where we split now, you can’t- it’s always been us three, man, we can’t- C’mon, please, you-,” Y/n zoned out until Ranboo spoke up for Tommy.

“Tubbo, you said that Tommy was selfish. You said that Tommy doesn’t care about anyone else, well that’s not true. I robbed George’s house too. I did it with Tommy. But in court, he said that it was just him. He could’ve pinned the blame on me, there was evidence that it was me. But he didn’t. He’s not selfish. Me and Tommy robbed George’s house, we didn’t mean for it to burn. We didn’t mean to burn anything down.”

“Tommy, is this true?”

“Yeah. It is.”

“He covered for me. He’s not selfish. Calling him selfish after what he did, I’ve only been on here for about five days, is it? That’s not selfish. Tommy isn’t selfish-”

“Ranboo, stop,” Y/n said, no longer leaning into him but standing up on her own with his arms around her, “Stop trying to pretend like I wasn’t there too.”

“Why didn’t we question Y/n? She’s always the one who causes most of the damn fires around here anyway,” Big Q said.

“You didn’t even think about it? The girl who’s nickname is literally firebug? I didn’t burn it down, and neither did Tommy or Ranboo. I simply burned a tree, went back to George’s home and the outside was burning. Both Tommy and Ranboo were inside, there was no way they could’ve started it,” she left out a few details, of course, but it wasn’t like they could fact check it.

“Tubbo I’ve put the discs aside for so long, I think for once, now that Wilbur’s gone, now that the dictator, the man who has exiled us before, Schlatt, is gone. Tubbo you can’t turn into what you hate. You can’t be the next Schlatt. If you exile me, you’re following in that mans footsteps.”

“Well, as long as I can’t be the next Schlatt, you can’t be the next Wilbur,” Y/n’s eyes narrowed, he really had the audacity to compare Tommy to Wilbur. Quackity started talking and she left, she’d had enough of her brother’s bullshit for one day.

OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN NEARLY A MONTH! I’ve been meaning to write but this chapter was especially difficult. I probably updated too quick in the beginning, giving out chapters every two or three days like they were candy. I’ll probably start updating around once a week. Also if anyone would like to draw fanart for this book that would be very pog, my discord is in my bio!

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