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bokutosworld · 4 years ago

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over again | iwaizumi hajime

pairing: iwaizumi x gn!reader word count, genre: 1.8k words, angst + fluff in the beginning. warnings: mentions of death, car accident. summary: he blames himself for the past but you help him take the first step to moving on. a/n: @ricerice i promised i’d tag you in an iwa angst so hope you enjoy this hahah

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“Iwaizumi!”

Who’s there?

“Hajime!”

Huh?

“Babe!”

Iwaizumi’s blinded by the harsh sunlight when he opens his eyes. Where am I? He hears people laughing in the distance, children running about, and waves breaking at the shore. With an outstretched hand, he feels the texture of hot, grainy sand beneath his touch. The next thing he finds is the warmth of another person’s hands.

“Hajime, get up! This is no time for sleeping under the shade.”

He comes to his senses and his vision clears to make out a familiar face. You were hovering over his body, blocking the sun from his eyes and he could see how you were smiling so happily at him.

He gets up from his lying position and cups your cheeks, thumbs grazing your face so tenderly as if he’s afraid to break you. He tugs you for an embrace, his hold tightening for every second that passes.

Worried, you wrap your arms around his torso. “What’s wrong? Are you ill?”

And that’s when you feel it. Tears streaming down his face and leaving a trail on your neck. Your heart quickens and you pull back to see him silently sobbing.

“Why are you crying?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. Because even he doesn’t know the reason why he suddenly broke down. It came out of nowhere, his chest constricting at the sight of you and the overwhelming feeling of longing and desperation.

You’re wiping his tears and he catches your palm, bringing it to his lips. Finally, he smiles, “Nothing’s wrong. Shall we go take a swim?”

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Is this dèjá vu?

Iwaizumi could swear that he’s been in this exact spot in the exact same time with you. Like he was experiencing it all over again. If he dug around in his mind, he could pull out a similar memory where you were enjoying the feel of the water in your feet and calling out for him to join.

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

He decides to stop overthinking and relaxes his tense body. Approaching you with a smile, he surprises you when he places an arm under your knees and your waist and lifts you with ease.

“Hajime,” you exclaim, hitting his biceps.

He spins the both of you, the water splashing around before letting you fall in the water. You’re completely soaked, hair sticking to the sides of your face when you come up to breathe and Iwaizumi’s bending over his knees as he laughs.

The thing about Iwaizumi is that he has a beautiful laugh, his eyes often turning into crescents and the sound is music to your ears. It’s rare for him to openly show emotions unlike others you know who wear their hearts on their sleeves. You’d have to be someone he was comfortable with, someone he trusts before getting the privilege of seeing the rarest sides of him.

And to Iwaizumi, you have always been that person.

You grab his hand and pull him so he could join you in the cool seawater. It takes a moment before he comes up for air and when he does, he’s grinning with a mischievous look in his eyes. You feel his arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your lips are only a hair’s breadth away.

“Are you happy right now?” He asks.

Humming, you grab at his shoulders and press your forehead to his. “I am.”

“Good,” he says before leaning for a kiss. It’s gentle, it’s passionate, and it captures a million loving thoughts and emotions that neither of you could ever translate in words. You feel him smile into the kiss before breaking apart.

“You taste salty,” you tease to hide how he has just literally taken your breath away.

He chuckles and in your closeness, you feel his heart racing. “That’s your fault. You nearly drowned me in the water.”

Rolling your eyes, you hit at his bare chest and make a move towards dry land.

“I’m hungry! Let’s go get something.”

As he watches you go back to your lounge chair and grab a towel to dry off, the scene before him blurs. He shakes his head, blinks once and twice before you were fading right in front of him. He calls your name and catches you look back at him before all he could see was black.

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When he comes to his senses, he finds himself laying with his head on your lap. Your fingers are softly brushing through his hair, the gesture ushering him in a state of euphoria and he thinks could go back to sleep.

But then he remembers what happened and he’s up.

“You’re awake.” He senses something was different with how the corners of your lips turned upwards solemnly. Your eyes glossed with something he couldn’t describe.

“How long was I out?”

“Well, you missed lunch. And we’re the only ones left here,” you inform him. Your gaze looking past the vast ocean.

Iwaizumi turns to where you were looking and he’s mesmerized. By now, the sun has set and the sky was turning from clear blue to warm orange hues. He looks at you and his heart jumps, admiring the glow of your sun-kissed skin.

“Have you realized it yet?” You break the silence.

What are you talking about?

You glance at Iwaizumi with a sad smile. When he doesn’t answer, you take it as your cue to continue speaking. “Do you remember when we took our first trip to the beach right after we graduated from high school?”

He listens.

“It was our first out-of-town date as a couple and I was so nervous to be alone with you,” you chuckle at the distant memory. “But you made it easy. You were such a gentleman, you never made me uncomfortable, and every moment with you felt natural.

“That day, I had the most fun that I’ve had in my years of existence,” you turn to him, eyes boring deep in his and you smile. “That was my favorite memory of us.”

As if a lightbulb flashed in his head, Iwaizumi finally makes sense of what’s happened. Why the earlier events seemed so familiar to him.

Because, indeed, they have already happened.

He feels something in the pit of his stomach and he averts his gaze, looking at anywhere but you. He observes how the clouds look superficial, how the waters before him look almost imaginary, how you look alive.

His voice is trembling when he asks, “This is all a dream, isn’t it?”

“That’s right.”

And for the second time, he cries. Oh god. Of course, this can’t be real. Of course, this was all a figment of his imagination. He’s been praying for this opportunity to spend time with you again.

“It’s good to see you, Hajime.”

Because you weren’t in his life anymore.

He crumbles in front of you, shoulders shaking violently as he weeps for you. He’s saying something but it’s incomprehensible. He reaches for your hand and you take it, feeling the strong grip on your palm.

“Why?” I have longed for you for days, months. “Why show yourself only now?”

“You’re still suffering. And I don’t like to see you hurting.”

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry,” he mutters repeatedly.

You cradle his shaking body. “Shh, Hajime. Stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault.”

He remembers the day it happened so vividly in his mind. It was unpredictable and it happened in a blink of an eye—he could still hear the tires screeching, could still feel the impact of the collision, could still picture himself with you inside that car when it went flying across the street.

Despite the immediate assistance from an ambulance, the doctors at the hospital declared you as dead on arrival. And when he woke up three days after the incident, he couldn’t believe the news he was hearing. He wanted everything so badly to be a bad dream, wanted to be able to hold you and hear your voice one more time.

Losing you felt like he lost a part of himself too.

“I miss you,” he croaked. “I miss you everyday it hurts.”

“I know.” You hold him close for a while. “I’m only given one chance to visit someone in their dreams so I want to make this worthwhile. Iwaizumi, I want you to move on. For my sake and yours.”

It takes him a while to calm down, only reveling in the moment when he could finally touch you, talk to you, and hear you even if it was only in his dreams.

“I can’t,” he stutters. “I can’t move on. There are pieces of you in everywhere I go, everywhere I look. On my table, there’s still the coffee cup you always used when you come to my apartment. Your toothbrush is still sitting beside mine in the bathroom.

And your parents, god knows I’m thankful for them. But every time, they call to check up on me, I’m reminded of you and how I let you die.”

“It’s not your fault. Stop thinking of that.” Your heart shatters whenever he says that. “No one expected that to happen. And I’m also frustrated and heartbroken that I can’t be with you anymore.”

There’s a long minute where neither of you say anything. The two of you just holding on to one another and savoring the moment.

“I have always dreamt of growing old with you,” you whisper dreamily. “We’d own a house and live there with our children. I was thinking one boy and one girl. I’m sad that I can’t make that happen with you anymore. But you have a whole life ahead of you. I’m still rooting for you to achieve your dreams, you know?”

Finally, he laughs as he’s slowly coming to terms with his reality.

“Forever and ever. That’s how long I said I loved you and that has not changed. Even when I’m already gone, I will always be,” you rest your hand on his chest near where his heart lies. “Here.”

He grabs your wrist and intertwines his fingers with yours before kissing them. He doesn’t want to let go of you again. He’s already lost you once and he’s not about to lose you again, wishing that he could stay in this dream forever.

As he’s about to tell you something, he’s brought out of his unconsciousness and his eyes fall to the empty space in his bed. The sheets feel damp and it’s only when he touches his face that he realizes he’s been crying in his sleep. It’s cold when he reaches out to your side of the bed, thinking back to the nights you slept beside him and he felt content.

He remembers what you said.

Forever and ever. That’s how long I said I loved you.

He wills himself to be comforted by those words, repeating them in his mind like a chant until he finds peace and falls back to sleep. He hopes that tomorrow will be better.

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fandomfindings · 4 years ago

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Cold

Pairings: (Embry Call x Reader)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warning(s): N/A

Summary: An Embry Call imagine where antics by Paul mixed with a cold day at the beach causes you to fall ill and the only thing that can make you feel better is the warmth of your boyfriend.

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"So you guys don't think I can take on Jacob and Seth at the same time?" Embry questioned, almost baffled from his seat between your legs. You were sat on a long-forgotten tree log next to your friend Jared with his girlfriend sat comfortably in his lap.

"No!" shouted the majority of the group, causing those who didn't comment on the matter to laugh, including yourself.

You and your group of friends, the wolf pack, often found yourselves on the cold shores of La Push. It was a quiet place for all of you to hang out, especially during the winter months, because no one in their right minds would visit the beach during this time of year.

You all found it nice that you could come here to relax and act their age in the shifters' case, for they were all pretty young —no need to worry about patrolling or anything of the like, just fun, friends, and waves.

"I think you could do it, Em," You objected, pushing your fingers through his short hair. Though you weren't sure if he actually could, you tried your best to be supportive, even if that meant a few white lies.

"Thanks, babe," smiled Embry, craning his head up to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"Get a room, you lovebirds," Paul complained from his spot across from you and Embry after the display of affection. Rachel shook her head, knowing just how hypocritical her boyfriend was being. He was quick to kiss her just like Embry had done to you.

"What does that make you and Rachel roommates?" You jokingly questioned, looking between your friend and his girlfriend, who you also considered a friend.

"If you want to call it that sure," Paul shrugged before chucking a small seashell in your direction, ensuring not to hit you, though.

"You're not funny," You huffed, picking up a seashell as well and throwing it. Unfortunately, your aim wasn't as precise as Paul's, for the small shell hit his bicep before falling to the sand below.

He looked down at his arm. Of course, it didn't hurt, but Paul being Paul, wasn't going to let the accident slide.

"Oh yeah?"

"Knock it off, you two," commented Sam, conscious of how childish you two get around one another, for it was the nature of your long-term friendship. Unfortunately, his request fell onto stubborn ears, for you responded without a care in the world.

"Yeah."

"I'll show you funny. Come here!" Paul shouted, quickly removing himself from his place in the sand against another rotting log.

Not having much time to respond, you jump up as well, having no regard for the safety of Embry's head that was previously supported by you.

You tried to keep your distance from the idiot, but that quickly failed, for he had several not so human advantages over you. Even if he wasn't a shifter, you were sure it wouldn't have taken him long to reach you.

Once Paul reached you, he grabbed you, placing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You couldn't quite see where he was taking you, but you had a sneaking suspicion once the sand went from a light gray to a darker shade from the water that previously hit it.

Slight panic began to arise within you, and you began to smack at Paul's lower back and butt. "Paul put me down. I mean it!"

"Whatever you say," Paul said sweetly, not hesitating to drop you in the water below. You now wished you had chosen better words for your requested release. Though you were sure, it would've ended in a similar if not the same result.

You emerged from the waves, already feeling the chilling air against your face and body despite the layers of clothing that formerly warmed you.

Once to your feet, you made your way to Paul. Not skipping a beat, you pushed him into the water, soaking his previously semi-dry clothing.

"Aw, come on (Y/N)," Paul said playfully once he resurfaced. You could hear the smile on his face.

"Again, you're not funny," You remarked, leaving your friend in the frosty sea as you made your way back to shore.

Once there, Embry caught your eyes. He jogged up to you with a bright smile on his face. "Aw, baby," He said, grabbing your arm to bring you in for a hug in an attempt to warm you.

"Don't baby me. You didn't help," You said, removing your arm from Embry's grasp. "I'm going to change," You huffed, trudging past your boyfriend and to your car where you thankfully had towels and spare clothing. You weren't truly upset. Just a bit annoyed that you now had to change and, of course, you were now cold.

"Need some help?" Embry offered with a cheeky smirk on his face.

You were sleeping comfortably, at least as comfortable as one could with a stuffy nose and frequent coughing fits. In short, you were under the weather. No surprise there, considering you were thrown into the ocean in the dead of winter a day ago.

"No!"

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In your half-unconscious state, you heard loud shuffling outside. You ignored it at first, presuming it was some form of animal minding their own business. But that thought became increasingly slim as the noise got closer to your window. Even more so when your window began to slide open from the force of human hands.

Though you were a bit out of it, your fight or flight kicked in. You quickly got out of bed and grabbed for a baseball bat you had in your room for these very situations.

"Who's there? I have a bat and a boyfriend who will beat your ass!" You tried to threaten despite the raspiness in your voice. As you did so, you angled the bat high, ready to swing if need be.

"You think I can take him?"

"Em? What are you doing here?" You questioned, distinguishing the voice as your boyfriend's. You lowered your bat, realizing you were no longer in danger.

"You weren't answering my text," He replied plainly, flopping onto your mess of a bed.

"So you climb through my window?" You wondered, returning the bat to its rightful place in the process.

"Uh yeah." He again replied simply. "Why weren't you answering?" Embry probed after taking your phone in his hands and noticing it was fully charged with his abundance of messages on full display.

"If you can't tell, I'm sick," You responded, outstretching your arms to showcase your disheveled appearance. "I can barely keep my eyes open."

Embry reached out to take your hands, bringing you closer to his body and, therefore, its natural heat. "You're freezing!"

"Yeah, thanks to your friend," You said, obviously referring to Paul and his yesterday antics at the beach.

"My friend? The last time I checked, you've known him longer," Embry countered, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your cold hands.

"Well, I don't claim him when he annoys me," You replied but honestly, if that were the case, you would never truly claim Paul, for he was continually annoying you. That's how you two showed your love for each other.

"Come here," Embry chuckled, bringing you down in a full embrace.

You struggled against his hold briefly, "No, I don't want you to get sick."

Embry stopped, looking at you as if you had said the dumbest thing in the world. "Seriously."

That word alone was enough convincing that you wouldn't get him sick. You knew he had heightened abilities, but you weren't sure if that translated to his immune system as well.

"Fine."

You two stayed huddled together for who knows how long. The increased yet steady beat of Embry's heart and the warmth that he naturally radiated lulled you in and out of sleep. Embry noticed every time you woke up, hearing the change in your heartbeat.

"Feeling any better?" Embry asked, noticing you had awoken briefly once again.

"Much," You answered."Tell Paul he owes me soup," You added lowly, snuggling deeper into Embry's chest.

"Will do, baby."

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as mush as I enjoyed writing it. Returned to my roots a bit for this one considering I haven’t wrote for Twilight in a while. Check out another Embry imagine I wrote here, it’s called Explaining To Do. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

Lots of Love <3

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roxanaagriche111 · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag! @rayroseu @rayroseu-reblogs

Here are my least to favorite dorms in twisted wonderland! Some are bias and some aren’t as it’s my personal preference!

Savanaclaw—as much as I love Leona and those that lives there. I absolutely HATE the heat and sand in general. When me and my family went to the beach when I was younger? I hated it! I stayed in doors and didn’t ever bother going out cause I would always remember being hit by waves and almost drowning when I was little. Not to mention get sand in my swimsuit which was never fun. But if I had to stay there with the characters and ignoring the sand and heat in general? I don’t think it’ll end well. Rooming or being acquainted there with Leona? We could be napping buddies as I love to nap, but his attitude I may go out of my way to get revenge if he happens to insult me in a way. We would have a friendship where we care but also hate each other. Ruggie and Jack I don’t mind being near them, but leona? Yeaaah the dorm will be waking up to us arguing. Plus I really really REALLY hate the sand and heat.

Scarabia—as much as I love Kalim and Jamil, plus I love exotic things like the art, clothing, and food/etc. it’s the same with Savanaclaw. Sand and heat don’t match with me at all. As much as I love exotic things, me suffering from the heat and sand is not worth it. I truly wouldn’t mind hanging out with Kalim or Jamil, but I do hope they are prepared for my chaotic personality. I can be very crazy if I wanted to.

Heartsybul— now, with this place as much as I love random tea parties, sweets, and even roses with hints of madness. Me and Riddle will never get along. Riddle likes to stay with the rules and I do too, but he has too many rules for me to remember. Plus I’d break it without realizing and suddenly find myself collared. I would be so pissed that me and Riddle will fight like a married couple that’s about to get a divorce. I don’t mind staying with the others, but me and Riddle will keep the dorm awake by our constant arguments. (I am a rebel every now and then) side note: if Riddle’s mom and I ever met there is a chance destruction will happen. I will throw hands with her for hurting Riddle, but I will also let loose my demonic she devil if she dares insult me. I will make it my life mission to destroy her and her career plus make her life a living hell as I hold grudges like no tomorrow.

Pomefiore- I absolutely love the palace structure and how they want to be beautiful or look their best. I admire Vil doing his outmost best to look perfect and healthy as he could give me great tips. I have struggled with my weight and loving myself for who I am for 23 years of my life (I’m now 24) and am finally accepting who I am for what I am. I am sure Vil will understand and won’t be too rough with me when it comes to his beauty standards. I think me and Epel will get along very well since we like stuff such as what men would usually like. (Despite me being a girl). The only downfall will have to be Rook. As much as I love that French Hunter I rather not have my privacy be invaded and even think of him eavesdropping while I’m bathing. The others will have to hold him down while I murder the hunter if he dares to peep on me.

Ignihyde— I think me and idia will get along very well plus Ortho. We both love staying in doors, play games, and don’t want to be out a lot. But I don’t agree shutting myself for an eternity. I need sunlight and have fresh air. I heard that many people who play games inside gets health issues and my health is already a problem as I suffer from mental illnesses. Even though me and Idia would get along staying indoors for a long time is not worth it.

Octavinelle— I absolutely LOVE water! I love to swim and I love aquariums!! I think I will get along with the people there as it’s like a restaurant. If none of you know I am a waitress myself at a buffet. So it will be very interesting how it’ll turn out. But if Azul tries to make a contract with me or try and manipulate me. There is a huge chance I will manipulate him back. I think I’ll get along with the twins as me and Floyd are somewhat alike, but Jade better keep his mushrooms away as I don’t want to have hallucinations!!!

Diasomnia— now, Diasomnia. I am speaking for myself and not because I’m a Diasomnia Stan. It’s actually because I’m very interested when it comes to castles and it’s history. I love historic stuff, rain/cloudy weather, plus sleeping alot if I’m allowed to. Me and Malleus will most likely get along since I love taking night strolls while having my mind in the clouds and I love the night more. (I truly despise the sun as I’m more of a moon person) Me and Lilia would get along since we both love pranking people, history stuff, and find fascinating in weapons or others will be beneficial. The only thing I’d disagree would be his cooking as I will take over his cooking. Me and Silver is a yes because we love to sleep and I need a calming person to calm me down when I get a little wild and crazy. However, me and Sebak will have issues. One he is too loud and is annoying. It will not end well if he yells in my ear to either get up or “HOW DARE YOU INSULT WAKA SAMA!!” It will be a huge problem if he tries to wake me up while I’m asleep. Cause if he does he will have to deal with a not so kind me.

So these are my least to favorite dorms! I will say again that these least to favorite is based on my personal reference/thoughts and how I would live there with the others. I was trying not to be bias when it came to Diasomnia and other dorms that I like. I tried my very best to stay true to myself of my personal needs inside the dorms.

Anyways, TAG YOUR IT!! @hanafubukki @blues824

hey a little tag game i want to try!!! order your favorite twst dorms from least fave to favorite!

Scarabia: their characters on their own are good but seeing them together makes me extremely uncomfortable?? it’s probably because the orientalism plus people shipping together..it’s not jamil and kalims fault but i have a complicated relationship with scarabia

Octavinelle: idk they just don’t stand out to me. jade is neat but i feel like the tweels are overhyped. don’t really have an opinion about azul

Savanaclaw: again the characters are great but. as a whole they don’t stand out to me. i love jack and ruggie but leona 😬 if you got rid of the sarcasm and smug expression he would be a cool character (i kin him more than i would like) but i feel like he’s wasted potential. also book 2 was the hardest to get through because it was so boring it really did them dirty

Heartslabyul: the card guys!! don’t really care much about them either..i usually like alice in wonderland vibes but their dorm uniforms are the worst things i’ve ever seen. WHY DO THEY WEAR T-SHIRTS?? other than that i don’t have much to say about them.

Pomefiore: THE GAYS okay they’re awesome. this is mostly because of rook i just really like rook. and rookvil. epels great to actually. also on the complete opposite note their dorm uniforms are amazing (maybe even my favorite) i would totally wear them myself. but even though they’re in the top three i don’t really think about them more than any of the other dorms.

Ignihyde: okay of course my second favorite dorm is the cute family. what did you expect. but also they are so interesting?? book 6 has been the best book so far especially with all the lore. also ortho is best boy AND LITERALLY A ROBOT. how can you not like precious robot boy who loves his brother. also their designs are cool the hades hair and teeth are very gender.

Diasomnia: you already knew this was coming. my beloved dark romanticism found family dorm<33 i am literally obsessed with them okay. not only are their designs peak gender but they’re WRITING is so. augh. just the contrast between them. we got two faes who are centuries old and have experienced years upon years of hardship. war. suffering. and then we have two (one and a half) humans who have never experienced loss. or grief. they are honest and hardworking and loyal, they represent youth and joy!! and yet they all have so much LOVE and TRUST for eachother it makes me go INSANE!!!! also you can never miss with gothic aesthetics and fairies…literally the greatest thing out there

anyways in conclusion i think any dorm that isn’t diasomnia and doesn’t have tragedy and fate weaved inside them are plain and boring. if i placed your favorite dorm low feel free to tell me why im wrong and why they are the best!! i would love to hear :)) (also feel free to include ramshackle too)

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#twst #tag game #reblog #hey this is just me exposing myself

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years ago

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Hi 👋 can you do a scenario for the pillarmen with a s/o who is a little shy and has a bit of trouble standing up for herself? I always struggle to speak up for myself because I feel like I’m being irrational or mean. But there has been a few times when I’ve stood my ground. Mainly when someone I care about is also being affected. But every other time, I see that I can be a bit of a push over because I’m too nice to people. I need a big intimidating pillar man to help speak up for me when I can’t 😔

Oh my dear Anon ❤❤❤

Believe me when I say that I wouldn't hesitate to stand up for you if I ever saw you getting pushed around ❤ Keep your chin up!

But for now, let me send you 4 gorgeous Ancient Aztec Vampires to stick up for you 😇🥰😘

The Pillarmen (separate) standing up for an s/o who can't stand up for themselves... (Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• From the moment he met you, he always found your shyness quite endearing.

• Not to mention your small size.

• You two were quite the case of "opposites attract" for sure.

• One day, you and him are out getting some coffee at a Café after running some errands like you did every Saturday together.

• Kars went to pick out a good place to sit by the window looking out to the street while you go grab the coffee you wanted.

• He was halfway across the room when suddenly he heard the sound of you gasping, only to turn around in time to see you getting pushed out of the way by an older man.

• The man was much taller than you, looking very riled up as he had simply stormed into the place.

• "Move it! I'm in a hurry!" The man growls at you as he takes your place in line.

• Kars watched as you opened your mouth with some hesitancy, visibly shaking as you attempted to put your foot down and confront him.

• "I-... I was here fir--" "I told you, I'm in a hurry, you stupid bitch! Now fuck off and wait!"

• Kars had, quite frankly, seen enough.

• In a fraction of a second, he was across the Café and standing right behind the man; acting as a barrier between you and the offending jerk.

• He tapped the man on the shoulder.

• "Do I have to fucking tell you--" the asshole whirled around, expecting to come face-to-face with you again only to come face-to-chest with, the great and terrible Kars.

• The jerks eyes went wide and he craned his head back to meet the unrelenting gaze of the over 300lb, muscular and larger than life Pillarman who was staring at him like a predator would prey.

• "Is there a problem?" His voice was eerily calm but cold enough to make shivers run down your own spine, ruby irises piercing the man like the sharpest knives.

• The man could only stand there, gaping like a beached fish. "Uhh, I--"

• Kars cut him off, uncaring as to what he had to say. "I do believe my beloved wife was standing here before you."

• One glance down at the massive hand that was now wrapped around yours and the man caught sight of your matching rings.

• "I--... I--..." the man was floundering, starting to sweat profusely as the dots connected.

• His sweating only increased as Kars' face soured even more into a scowl, looming over him as straight and as solid as an oak tree.

• The mans face went positively white. "Oh! M-My mistake.... actually, I-I... uhh... should go..."

• Suddenly, the man didn't want his coffee anymore and was in even more of a "hurry" than before as he bolted out the door.

• Kars chuckled lowly, Mortals...

• Finally, he turned to face you. The Pillarman gave you a once over to make sure the jerk hadn't done you any physical harm when he had shoved you out of the way.

• He didn't miss that you were still shaking, looking a little doe-eyed as you were still reeling from your confrontation with the man.

• He smiled softly, leaning down to press a dotting kiss your head.

• "How about you go sit by the window and I'll bring you the coffee, my sweet little sunshine."

Esidisi:

• Your shy nature always enamored Esidisi.

• You could say it fueled his fire (tee-hee)

• He wasn't very shy himself and he was always willing to do things for you when they were out of your comfort zone, like waiting in line for you or accompany you anywhere.

• One of his most favorite places to accompany you was the supermarket on the weekend.

• "Oh! I forgot the laundry soap in the other isle..." you said, looking at your checklist as you marked through it. "Could you run back and get it while I get the cereal?"

• "Of course," he said with a smile, leaving you with the cart as he walked 4 isles down to get it.

• He was not expecting to see what he saw when he returned with it in hand however.

• You had gone to get the cereal like you told him and there were two boxes of the kind you liked left on the shelf. You had grabbed one to put in the cart and continue on when suddenly a woman appeared out of nowhere and ripped it straight out of your hands.

• The woman regarded you with a knot in her face, "I have two kids, I need these more than you." She spat, taking not one but both boxes and dumping them in her cart that was already overflowing with things she "needed more" of.

• Esidisi watched as you stood there, contemplating telling her that was unfair but ultimately deciding it wasn't worth your time.

• This wasn't the first time something like this happened to you and it was just cereal. You didn't want to cause a scene over something so small, it felt irrational.

• Esidisi on the other hand, wasn't just going to stand back and let you get disrespected like that whether it was over cereal or not.

• Lord help anyone who disrespected his Queen.

• Just as the woman tried to strut away with her overflowing cart, Esidisi blocked the isle exit, standing like a roadblock in front of her cart.

• His arms were folded and he had a calm and collected aura about him that any onlooker could see but only you could see the fire that was blazing in his eyes.

• "Get out of my way!" The woman ordered, as if she could look half as threatening as him.

• "You took something from my wife. Give it back." He said sharply.

• The knot in her face returned as she looked the Pillarmen up and down with a scrutinizing eye, "I already told her, I have two kids. I deserve it more."

• You knew very well she was about to threaten to call the police or something if he didn't move. You had seen this scenario PLENTY of times before.

• Esidisi pursed his lips, raising one brow. "Oh, children you say?"

• You knew that look in his eye to damn well.

• A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, reaching into her cart and grabbing both boxes of cereal.

• The scorching heat of his hands torched them in mere seconds and the woman watched helplessly as they blazed and crumpled into ashes before her.

• "In that case; apologize to them for me." He leaned over the cart, his grin stretching as he lowered himself to face level with the gobsmacked, ill-manered woman. "Now they don't get any."

• The woman stood there, mouth agape, trying to say something but failing. All she could do was watch, filled with no doubt terror, as Esidisi linked his arm with yours and walked away with your own cart.

• "Cereal is overrated." He told you, pressing a warm kiss to your knuckles. "I'll just make you breakfast instead."

Wamuu:

• Your sweet shyness was one of the things that made Wamuu absolutely over the moon for you.

• Going anywhere with him always felt like he was your personal bodyguard due to his massive size, even if he wasn't protecting you from anything.

• One particularly hot day, you both decided it would be lovely to spend it at the beach and cool off with a swim.

• "Wait here, I'll go get the sunscreen from the car." He told you, smiling softly as you made yourself comfortable on the towl he laid out in the sand.

• Always mindful of your Human needs, he didn't want you to get burned while in your swimsuit.

• He departed for only a minute, coming back in time just to witness a creep looming over you, right where he had left you.

• "C'mon babe. Why don't you go for a swim with me?~" the man purred, grinning slowly as he ogled you.

• "N-No thank you." You muttered, shrinking under his gaze. The heart that was pounding in your ears made it hard for you to be as firm as you wanted with him.

• You hoped, you prayed, you begged this man would take NO for an answer and leave you alone.

• You really didn't want to cause a scene with this weirdo.

• His first mistake was not giving up there.

• "Oh, don't be difficult." He went on. "Have some fun~ You're at the beach~"

• You shook your head, cheeks burning with more than the heat and a lump starting to form in your throat, rendering you unable to speak at all now.

• You really didn't want to deal with this. You wished the sand would just swallow you up. You kept praying he'd leave you alone.

• The mans second (and greatest) mistake was laying even a finger on you.

• He grabbed your hand quite forcefully, trying to pull you to your feet as he kept pressing you to "spend some time with him".

• Suddenly, a great and dark shadow passed over him, blocking out the burning sun and shrouding him completely in darkness, paired with a huge hand gripping his shoulder like a vice.

• Immediately, you were let go as Wamuu forcefully spun the offending man around to face him.

• There, he came face to face with the greatest and most powerful warrior who ever lived... and that warrior was scowling down at him in all his terrifying and gargantuan glory.

• The sun shined off the living Gods bronze and bulging muscles, his eyes burning with an intense and unmatchable anger.

• "I do believe my bride told you NO, Human." He growled, his brow knitting. "I would take that order and leave while you still can unless you plan on me having fun with you as well."

• The creepy man backed away from both you and the Pillarman, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

• Wamuu clenched his own hands into fists, knuckles crackling and popping like fire crackers.

• He couldn't even get so much as an apology out, his knees quaking as he staggered away as quickly as possible in fear that Wamuu would tear him in half like a sheet of paper.

• When the creeper was far, far away from your spot Wamuu dropped to his knees beside you, taking your tiny hand in his, his face now radiating with concern.

• "Are you alright, my beloved? Did he hurt you?" If you should happen to say yes Wamuu fully intended on taking chase down the beach and carrying out his previous threat.

• When you assure him you're not hurt he presses soft, loving kisses to your already sun-kissed cheeks.

• Finally, he smiles and holds up the bottle of sunscreen. "Now, let me get your back for you, my sweet. And then we can go for our swim."

Santana:

• You two were always like two peas in a pod; sharing a similar sort of shy nature and all.

• You were his sweetheart and you were the only person in this world who made his stone heart absolutely melt.

• Santana was quiet and reserved on the norm, he was also very passive like you, but an onlooker shouldn't be fooled by those things, as he was also very protective of you.

• He was walking to where you worked one afternoon; you both had made plans to go get some dinner together after your shift to celebrate the end of a long week and unwind.

• He opened the door to the shop you were working in, only to be greeted by the sounds of yelling hitting his sharp ears, making him stop on a dime.

• "I-I told you, sir, we're out of that product." Your voice was brittle, very unlike the sweet and cheery tone he was used to. "We're getting a shipment next Wednesday, I can put you down as--"

• "I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" The man you were serving at the counter roared into your face, slamming his hands down and making you jump. "You're going to get me it TODAY. I need it TODAY."

• Your throat was squeezing tighter and tighter as the man just kept yelling and yelling; this had been going on for the past 10 minutes now.

• Your shift was supposed to be over by now but this customer was downright mean and unrelenting without signs of giving up and facing the facts that he just couldn't have what he was looking for today.

• The man fully intended on bullying and belittling you until you somehow made what he wanted appear out of thin air.

• "I--" Inevitably, you were cut off again by the surly customer.

• "You stupid fucking bitch! Do I need to draw you a fucking picture?!" He snarled. "Get me what I want RIGHT NOW!"

• As soon as Santana saw the tears beading in your eyes starting to trickle down your cheeks, he had enough of this show.

• Wordlessly, he walked right up behind the man, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set.

• He looked uncannily like a wild animal closing in on a helpless prey, ready to pounce and kill.

• "Hey." His deep voice rumbled, grabbing the mans attention.

• The man whirled around, full on glaring at Santana before directing his anger onto him.

• "Wait your fucking turn!" He snapped, not fazed in the slightest by the sight of the Pillarman. "This idiot cunt won't take a SIMPLE order and--"

• This time, the man was cut off as Santana grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. You didn't miss the fact that your Husband's fingers start to phase into the mans body as if becoming one with him.

• The man let out a gasp, his words dying in his throat as he curled in on himself slightly. His body grew very, very pale and noticeably he became the slightest bit thinner, wheezing hard as his eyes bulged.

• Santana didn't plan on killing him, but the youngest Pillarman definitely intented to drain a decent portion of his energy to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

• With his blood red hair swaying and his cold eyes piercing, he leaned in close to the man, not once raising his voice as he spoke.

• "Leave." He commanded. "And never, ever, come back here again, primitive."

• And just like that, Santana pried his hands off the man; leaving him gasping for air.

• Without another word, the once haughty customer ran out of the store, not daring to look back as he feared Santana would be right behind him.

• Santana huffed, his mane bristling like an angry cat with its hair sticking on end, before turning to you.

• He came around the counter, reaching out and cupping your cheeks with his large hands.

• His thumbs swiped away your tears with a gentleness he sure as Hell didn't seem capable of after that display, kissing your head softly.

• "He is gone now." He murmured. "You are safe now, my beautiful bride."

• With Santana's help, you calmed down and eventually you both left hand in hand to finally go to dinner.

#Funny Bunny #Pillarmen #headcanons #battle tendency #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #anon ask #my writing

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welcometothecrockpot · 3 years ago

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And we’re back!! Lord help me, I write long chapters but I had a ton of fun writing this so I hope whoever reads enjoys it too! Warnings for content are listed below and feedback is always appreciated ❤️❤️

Father Paul/John Pruitt x original character

Multi chapter WIP, horror/drama

Chapter 2 of 7- 5,526 words, warnings- religious imagery, mentions of chronic illness, canon consistent animal death, mild gore, suggestive imagery

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[2]

A fitful night mercifully succumbed to the light of morning with the rising of the sun, the sky clear and blue as if it hadn’t just been churning with so much turmoil. The shrill cry of the gulls shook Meredith awake from her restless sleep and the room slowly came into focus. Her eyelids felt like they weighed triple what they should. She’d spent the night slipping in and out of sleep while the storm boomed outside of her window. The image of what she saw, what she thought she saw, she couldn’t shake it from her head. It sat there in her mind and had even begun to gain new features- pale skin, pointed ears, a heavy brow. All she wanted was some sleep, but the noise of the gulls was making that unattainable.

Rubbing the weight from her eyes, she sat up from her bed and shuffled into the kitchen. She moved about quietly, careful not to wake her aunt. Her mug clinked on the counter while she prepared her coffee, the smell of it alone already brightening her senses. After a moment, it occurred to her just how loud the gulls were, and the frenzied sound wasn’t stopping.

Once her mug was empty, Meredith had gotten dressed and was slipping her boots onto her feet. Following the noise, she headed toward the west bank and squinted at the sky ahead, swarming with winged scavengers. The piercing cacophony was enough to make her want to cover her ears when she made it to the beach, and she wasn’t alone. A handful of other islanders were also stepping out onto the sand, and a few were already down by the water looking at… what is that?

Dozens, maybe even hundreds of small bundles of what she thought might have been debris littered the beach, a horde of seagulls pecking away at it. But as she got closer, she smelled it. Her eyes widened and her stomach dropped. They were carcasses. Cat carcasses, all of them. So many bodies. It looked like many, if not all of the strays from the Uppards. She stepped up to the nearest body and crouched down to have a look, startling a few gulls away from it. It was waterlogged and already overrun with insects in addition to the peck marks from the birds. There wasn’t much to tell at first sight other than that fact that there was a deep wound in its neck. Scanning the beach, she didn’t see a single sign of what could have happened anywhere.

“Hey! You gotta stay off the beach! Don’t get too close!” a voice called out over the screech of the gulls.

A man dressed in denim with dark hair and a beard approached her from further down the shoreline and she straightened up to apologize, “Sorry! I just- I’m a…”

“It’s alright, I just can’t have folks getting too close,” he said, stopping in front of her. “We just don’t wanna spread it if this is some kind of disease or infection.”

His accent distinct of New York and the sheriff’s badge on his jacket caught Meredith’s eye before she answered, “Sheriff, yes exactly, um, I’m a veterinarian.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded, “Oh! Ok, yeah, maybe you can help us then. I’m thinking we burn ‘em. Should take care of anything infectious.”

“Yeah… yeah that should do it. But, uh, I should take a couple of them with me, for necropsy. Maybe I can figure out what did it.”

She kept her gaze down as much as possible. She’d always been intimidated by cops and this little interaction was no different. Aunt Carolyn told her about the new sheriff, Hassan was his name. She also made sure to tell her how good looking he was. She wasn’t wrong. All these facts combined made her particularly nervous.

His concern was showing on his face, but he nodded in agreement once again and replied, “Ok. I trust that you’ll contain them appropriately. If you find anything, please keep me updated.”

Her heart leapt a little before she answered positively, “Yes. Absolutely, I will. Thank you, Sheriff.”

“Thank you, Doctor-?” he asked, offering his hand for her to shake.

“Brown, Meredith Brown,” she answered, taking his hand, large and warm, in hers.

“Thank you, Doctor Brown.”

He broke eye contact then turned to rejoin the group of men behind him and Meredith let out a breath of relief.

The lock clicked as she turned her key then pushed the stiff door open at Island Main Veterinary Clinic. She hadn’t been inside yet, but it was as dismal as Meredith expected. A layer of dust blanketed every surface and the air smelled stale. When she flicked on the lights, she could see stacks of old supplies that no one had bothered to remove and heaved a sigh. It was bleak, but it was hers. After opening a few windows and propping the door open, she carried a tattered cooler inside. She hoped she could find some gloves somewhere in those boxes, but no such luck. Only expired syringes, some questionable reels of suture, rolls of bandage material she could probably make use of, but no gloves. Off to a great start.

Browsing the shelves at the general store didn’t bring much fortune either. There was a limited selection of medical supplies, but again, no disposable gloves. Fortunately, she had a talent for improvising. With her purchase of a utility knife and rubber kitchen gloves in hand, she stepped back out onto the road, determined to complete the task at hand. Aptly named, the clinic was located in a converted house on Main Street, between the small post office and a block of old houses that once belonged to the more affluent island settlers. Down at the end of the road, she could see the narrow steeple of Saint Patrick’s just peeking out above the trees and a quiver of anxiety twisted her stomach.

It stood there, looming overhead, a physical reminder of her shame. Meredith blinked and tried to shake those intrusive thoughts from her head, her face beginning to heat up, then turned to walk back to the clinic and nearly choked on her own breath. There he was, like a higher power itself just heard her thoughts. Father Paul was walking alongside young Leeza Scarborough in her wheelchair, just out of earshot, headed the opposite direction of the church.

Panic struck her in her chest and without thinking, she dashed back into the store, backing away from the door while she tried to catch her breath. This was ridiculous. She ran away from him, just like she did yesterday. Was she running from him or from herself, from her own feelings? Maybe both. Then the back of her neck suddenly tingled, and she turned to see the cashier staring warily at her from behind the register.

“Um, s-sorry,” she croaked from her dry throat before pushing willfully through the door again.

Squinting in the sunlight, she saw his silhouette disappear around the corner and the tension in her muscles graciously released. This wasn’t going to work. Crockett was too small to avoid anyone, she should’ve known that already. Outside of avoidance, there was sufferance. But she wasn’t ready to seek that out just yet, not when her stomach still took flight at a mere glimpse of the back of his head.

Getting back to utilizing her arduously earned professional skill had a surprisingly calming effect as Meredith slipped the rubber gloves onto her hands back at the empty clinic. She prepped the wet table best she could with her limited supplies, setting out the utility knife within reach before reaching into the cooler. Wrapped in the plastic bag, she lifted out the first of the small carcasses to lay it on the metal grate, a copious amount of sand coming along with it. She began with a careful inspection of the exterior of the body, taking note of every surface. It was a male, a rather mature male judging by the diseased state of its teeth and seemed to be fairly untouched by the scavenging sea birds.

The chest, abdomen, limbs, and skull all appeared intact. The only wound she could find was to the neck. Even though it was the only sign of trauma, it was certainly significant. The skin and subcutaneous tissue layers had been macerated and the muscle torn, leaving the major blood vessels completely destroyed. Even the cervical vertebrae were disarticulated. She’d never seen anything like it. A wound like that could easily be fatal on its own but she had to be thorough and do an interior exam.

She reached for the utility knife and made a Y-incision, cutting her way through layers of noticeably pale tissue as she went. Her brow furrowed while her eyes scanned over the body in front of her and she felt a strange shiver run down her back. She began to cut somewhat frantically, looking for something that remained missing. Meredith stood there and blinked at the viscera, that creeping unease turning in her stomach. Then, remembering she had a second carcass to examine, she quickly pulled it from the bag and repeated the process, this time with a nervous urgency. But it was exactly the same.

Could a person have done this? She didn’t think so. She’d find cleaner cuts, tool marks, something to suggest human involvement. Plus, how could someone do this to almost two hundred cats? This wasn’t a case of someone, more like something.

Her level of panic began to subside but that eerie feeling stuck with her long after she took a few photos and wrapped up the bodies to keep in the freezer, just in case. She thought about going straight to the sheriff to tell him about her findings but, it was already getting late, and Aunt Carolyn was likely starting to make dinner. So, she scrubbed and rinsed the wet table before washing up and grabbing her jacket.

The sky had begun to turn a shade of brilliant pink by the time Meredith stepped out onto the clinic’s porch and turned her key in the lock. She took a deep breath of evening air and hoped that a nice cup of hot tea would help wash away the pent up dread tightening up her chest. But then a rush of butterflies flew up into her throat and stopped her in her tracks when she turned around to descend the porch steps. For the second time that day, she crossed paths with Father Paul, leaving her unconvinced that God, any God, wasn’t hearing her thoughts.

This time he saw her, giving a small smile and a wave in her direction. Sufferance. She could already feel her face flushing when she returned a tentative greeting and walked down the short flight of stairs to the road where he stood, paying extra attention not to trip over her own feet. It’s ok, you’re fine, this is fine, she repeated in her head in an effort to keep herself together.

“Meredith, it’s good to see you,” he said softly as she approached.

She forced down the nervous quiver running wild through her body, set off by his genuinely innocent statement, and replied feebly, “You too, um, Father.”

She wanted to go find the nearest patch of sand and bury herself in it. But he seemed to sense her dismay and replied with a smile, “Ah, yes. I suppose that must have come as somewhat of a shock. My apologies. I didn’t want to stir up any worry over the Monsignor the day we met at the ferry.”

The heat in her cheeks subsided a bit with the levity of his tone, bringing an easier smile to her face when she shook her head, “No, no it’s- it’s alright. I was actually wondering what brought you to the island. Not many new faces around here unless there’s a reason.”

“You’re not the first person to say that, actually,” he chuckled.

It didn’t take long for Paul’s calming presence to ease the tension that had tied her into knots while they strolled, Meredith accepting his offer to walk her home. Her nerves, they were still there, but they were placated by the lyrical sound of his voice, the graciousness of his words, and the softness of his essence. Maybe it was his divine purpose that made him this way. Divinity, that’s what it was.

“So, your aunt, she was the one who brought you back here?”

“Mm, she was,” Meredith nodded. “She’d been trying to for years, but the time just… didn’t feel right yet, I guess.”

“Is the time right now, then?” he asked, catching her eyes with his.

She blinked as a flicker of her heart in her chest raised goosebumps across her skin, then she answered, “I suppose it has to be.”

Father Paul responded with a warm smile before turning his gaze toward the sunset. But Meredith couldn’t stop looking at him. His lean frame was dressed in a zipped sweater over his clerical shirt and slim fitting jeans down his impossibly long legs. She could have eaten him alive with her stare but caught herself just in time, averting her gaze before he turned back to ask her, “You’re a doctor, a veterinarian?”

Fighting against the heat traveling back up her face, she nodded, “That’s right.”

“Well, that’s wonderful. What a wonderful skill- healing. Healing God’s creatures, those who can’t even speak. We’re lucky to have you here.”

There was no hiding the flush that lit up Meredith’s cheeks as her pace slowed and she blinked at him, her lips parting but no sound leaving her mouth until she forced a quiet, “Thank you.”

The two came to a stop in front of her aunt’s house and Father Paul returned another gentle nod. She tried to come up with something to say, but her mind refused to bring forth any coherent thought beneath the frenzied buzz of her confused emotions. Such a simple conversation stirred up a tangled mess of feelings inside her. There was a familiarity mixed together with a strange allure, certainty and uncertainty, together, tempting her closer but also pushing her away.

A pang of anxiety bolted down into her stomach when he blinked at her, and reality came rushing back with the cool air on her burning face.

“Well, I hope to see you there. On Wednesday.”

“Wednesday?” her voice snuck out just loud enough for him to hear.

The way he looked at her only stirred her frazzled mind further when he answered, “Ash Wednesday. And the, uh, the potluck.”

“Oh! Yes. Yes I’m sure I’ll- I’m sure I’ll be there.”

His teeth flashed from behind the amiable curve of his lips before his path turned back toward the church. “Goodnight, Meredith.”

“Goodnight… Father.”

Meredith stood in the road as if her shoes were planted in the gravel, watching his figure disappear with the fading light until a crash from inside the house startled her into motion. Throwing the door open, she rushed in to find a shattered baking dish along with pasta and tomato sauce spread out across the kitchen floor. Aunt Carolyn stood motionless with one hand clutching the other tightly while she stared wide-eyed at the mess around her feet, the door to the hot oven hanging open. A silent gasp caught in her chest before she rushed to her aunt’s side, holding her by her elbow to help keep her steady.

“Auntie, what happened?” she asked calmly, despite the tightness in her throat threatening to shake her voice.

Aunt Carolyn blinked at the floor for another moment before she seemed to suddenly realize Meredith was there and quietly answered, “Oh, oh I’m fine, dear. I’m fine. I just- just a little spill, that’s all.”

Meredith’s eyes traveled down her aunt’s trembling hands where she saw a bright red blister beginning to form beside her quivering thumb. Her heart dropped to the floor, and she struggled to maintain her composure while she steadily lead Aunt Carolyn to the sink to gently run cool water over the burn.

After patting it dry, she sat her on the couch and closed the oven door, then fetched the first aid kit from the bathroom. She wondered if this has happened before, when she wasn’t around, or if this was the first of it. They didn’t speak a word to each other while she spread ointment over the inflamed skin and lightly wrapped it with a protective bandage while the tremors continued. She never spoke much about it, her Parkinson’s. Whenever Meredith expressed any concern, she’d act like she didn’t know what she was talking about, as if acknowledging it existed made it true. As if ignoring it made it go away.

That always frustrated Meredith. She lost track of how many times she’d said it- once the tremors started, she had to move into assisted living on the main land. Those conversations always ended with a begrudged nod and a change of subject. But now that it was happening, the idea sat in her stomach like a rock. She knew it was what was best for her, she could tell there were bouts of confusion too, but once she left this place, she knew it’d wither her away.

She smiled through her uneasiness at Aunt Carolyn once she finished bandaging and patted her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I’ll go clean up and you turn on the tv and relax. I think Jeopardy is about the start, don’t want to miss it.”

Auntie’s eyes turned glassy when she returned a grieved smile and said, “Only if you listen in with me.”

Later that night Meredith swept the last of the food scraps from her improvised dinner of grilled tomato and cheese sandwiches into the trash before tying up the bag and fetching her shoes to take it outside. The tension and sorrow that choked the air in the house had dissipated with the sound of their laughter when they resumed their usual routine of seeing who could come up with the funniest answer to the questions on Jeopardy.

But that rock still sat in her stomach. She’d been thinking about it for a while but tonight, her mind was made up. She was going to stop looking for listings and just stay there. Her aunt needed her, even if she wouldn’t say it, and she wasn’t going to let her fade away in a nursing home, not yet at the very least. She wanted something to remove her from her disarray surrounding Father Paul, but this wasn’t what she had in mind.

Her breath fogged in the cold night air when she stepped outside. The temperature must have dropped with the sun. She pulled the fabric of her sweater tighter around herself and took brisk steps out to the garbage bin, tossing the bag in. Then everything around her suddenly felt eerily still. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck and her belly drew tight. Out there in the dark, images of the figure she saw out in the storm and the corpses on the beach flashed before her eyes and in a rush of panic, she turned back toward the house and let out a sharp scream when she nearly collided with a shrieking pair of wings.

White feathers drifted through the air as she caught sight of a gull taking to the sky, calling out its dismay while it flew. Her heart was pounding so hard, it shook her chest, and she quickly ran inside, catching her breath once the door was shut and locked behind her. Her body trembled and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes, frustrated over how ridiculous that was. It was just like when she was a kid, when she was scared or had unwanted thoughts, it always made her cry. Whenever it happened, she’d go sleep in her aunt’s bed with her. After sipping a glass of water, she retrieved her pillow and quietly lifted the covers on Aunt Carolyn’s bed to slip beneath them.

Once her head sank into her pillow and a deep breath in filled her lungs, her thoughts began to quiet, and her eyelids grew heavy. She’d figure it all out, given time.

“Well, I hoped to be able to provide more insight for you but… I’m at a bit of a loss.”

Sheriff Hassan raised his eyebrow at Meredith from across his desk in the back of the general store. She figured it would be best set expectations from the start.

“A loss?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair.

She shifted in her seat and lowered her eyes to the papers littering the desk and answered, “Yes. I did a thorough examination and I- I don’t quite know how to explain my findings.”

“Well,” he exhaled, luring Meredith’s eyes back up. “Don’t explain them, then. Just tell me what you found.”

That creeping feeling returned to her stomach, but she swallowed it down and reached into her coat pocket for her camera. “If I may, I took some photos to show you.”

The sheriff nodded, his expression matching the tension that now filled the room, and she turned the screen toward him.

“The, um, exterior of the body, both bodies, showed no damage except for a large wound to the lateral neck,” she said, looking up at him before hitting the button to the next photo, then the next as she spoke. “The interior tissues and organs were completely… drained. I cut all the way down to the aorta and I… found no blood. Anywhere. I- I would expect to find blood left behind once the heart stops pumping but, there’s nothing.”

Her heart had begun to beat faster by the time she reached the last photo and Sheriff Hassan locked eyes with her as she finished, “Complete exsanguination through a single large wound, a- a bite wound, in the neck.”

Saying it out loud made it all the more real, more terrifying, and it took a moment for the sheriff to speak, breaking through the wall of suspense between them. ��What could’ve done this?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know.”

He leaned back and folded his arms over this chest, his gaze on the floor until he asked, “Sharks, maybe?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Sea predators tend to dismember, pull away chunks of flesh. This was one bite, all blood drained from it, not a bit of organ or muscle missing otherwise.”

“You’re sure it’s a bite?” he questioned next.

“The way the tissue was shredded and- and crushed, that was a bite,” Meredith answered before looking him in the eyes once more. “I’m sure of that.”

They sat in silence for a moment while her heart pounded up into her ears before he nodded slowly and replied, “Well, try not to worry. From what I can tell, this island has eyes and ears everywhere. We’ll keep watch for anything else strange.”

His authoritative demeanor should have brought more comfort to her than it did, at least as much as she hoped it would. But she nodded in agreement, nonetheless. There wasn’t much else to do now.

She kept herself occupied for the remainder of the day with planning and ordering supplies for the clinic, much of it she’d have to travel to the main land to bring back to the island herself. If she was honest, she was improvising all of it. Determination and what could only be described as luck are two things she’d always relied on. Maybe it was luck that brought her a loving aunt to raise her when she had no one else and maybe luck got her into graduate school. She’d been told throughout her life that it wasn’t luck, it was God. Everything that was good, was given to her by God.

God. But if God gave her everything, what was she working so hard for? That was what she couldn’t understand, why she never could share her aunt’s faith. The idea made her feel powerless. The notion that her path was laid out only by faithfulness, not her own accomplishments, it felt empty, and that always stuck with her. And what about those who believed but still had so little, were oppressed or disenfranchised, and never granted the blessings they seemingly deserved? That didn’t sit well with her either.

Wednesday had arrived and Meredith sat in the pew next to Aunt Carolyn, struggling against her intrusive thoughts while Father Paul spoke his inspiring homily. Ash Wednesday, repentance, rebirth and restoration. If we keep our faith, God will heal us. If we keep singing praises, the same God that took everything away will bring it all back. God will heal our island.

Her heart squeezed in her chest. His words beckoned feelings that she couldn’t identify. Like her subconscious mourned the loss of her estranged religion, dead and buried beside her path to independence. It was strange, the effect he had on her. The velvety cadence of his voice stirred her faith within its grave all while her desire to be on her knees carried her mind to a far less godly place. He was like the Apple in the Garden. The Forbidden Fruit is all the more tempting than those within reach.

That familiar heat grew in her cheeks when she stood to follow her aunt up to the altar. This time it wasn’t for the sacrament, but for a blessing- a smudge of ash on the forehead, a reminder that nothing is permanent. No, not even the anxiety tightening in her throat would last forever, even if it felt like it would. She stepped forward, keeping her eyes down before slowly trailing them up the royal purple chasuble until they met his. Like the breath had been sucked out of her, she felt her head become light and the walls around her grew distant.

“Meredith, remember you are dust,” his voice echoed in her ears.

She remained still, unblinking as his thumb reached out to make contact with her heated skin. “And to dust you shall return.”

The blackened cross painted onto her forehead tingled furiously long after she made her way back to her seat, her fingers buzzing with pins and needles, and she tried to focus on not showing how heavy her breath had become. For a second time, approaching him in the church had rendered her into a walking cliché. Her heart pounded and her palms dampened with sweat, becoming nothing but a flurry of hormones and nerve signals. Even after mass had ended, it was difficult for her to look at him. His body draped in holy vestments only reminded her of acts illicit beneath the gaze of the watchful crucifix.

Shame had become an emotion all too familiar to her. It occupied so much of her mind but did nothing to quell the inferno of sinful fantasies that invaded her thoughts. She could distract herself, but they always came back. Thoughts of her back against the altar, whispered prayers for repentance heating her skin while she clung to those gilded robes.

The grass had turned green just in time for the annual Crock Pot Luck. Ceramic dishes and serving bowls crowded the rickety folding tables set up on the town square lawn where nearly everyone on the island had gathered. The spring festival was always a favorite for Aunt Carolyn and Meredith had loved it as a child, but it lost some of its appeal as she grew older. Social gatherings were often a little tense on Crockett, everyone in the small community knew a little too much about each other sometimes.

Meredith left her aunt to catch up with her book club friends and wandered around among the tents and picnic tables while the local band played covers of Dave Matthews songs. It was a bit surreal for her, seeing some faces that she hadn’t in quite some time, evidence of years passed overlaying like a mask. She noticed a few people eyeing the bar area and looked to see a bearded man with a large mastiff at his feet gulping down a solo cup of keg beer.

Joe Collie was a man everyone knew of but didn’t know well. All she knew about him was what everyone else knew- Joe drank. He drank a lot and often too much. The town had been happy to leave him be to slowly drink himself to death until things went too far when Leeza Scarborough ended up on the other end of his gun barrel, and then in a wheelchair. An accident, yes, but there was no forgiveness for Joe after that and suddenly his drinking became everyone’s business.

Then in the corner of her eye, Paul’s tall figure came into view and a jolt of anxiety caused her to flinch and turn away. Despite her will to endure it and maintain her composure, her impulse to avoid him hadn’t gone anywhere. She was still trying to run from him like a love struck teenager. And now, so many prying eyes around her were making it worse. She took a quick step in a hastily chosen direction, her heart beating a little faster until a startling sound suddenly caught her attention.

All eyes followed the sound to find Joe in the grass on his hands and knees, wailing over a dark colored heap on the ground. It took a moment for her to understand what she was seeing before Meredith bolted forward to kneel down beside him. His dog laid on his side, gasping while blood tinged froth poured from his mouth.

She quickly swept her fingers through the back of the dog’s throat to find nothing blocking his airway, only the foreboding foam. Dread crawled its way down her back, the graveness of the situation showing itself to her. But stoicism was all she could rely on now, she had to try. It only took a moment before he became nonresponsive and his pulse absent, bringing Meredith to her knees over top of him with her hands locked together atop his ribs.

“Joe, do you know what happened?” she called out over his screams while she began forceful compressions on the large dog, but he didn’t seem to hear her.

No one uttered a single word as they watched her continue to push with all her might while Joe called out his dog’s name. The seconds ticked by, slowed by adrenaline, and as they turned to minutes, still no sign of life.

Joe had fallen silent and nodded without looking at her when Meredith panted, keeping her voice gentle, “Joe… I’m going to stop, ok?”

She let her hands slide off of his chest and sat back on her heels to catch her breath, Joe’s resumed cries making the only sound despite the large crowd gathered around them until the sheriff spoke up, “Any idea what happened, Joe?”

He gasped for a breath, then turned to shout, “He was poisoned! That’s what happened!”

A moment of shocked silence passed over the crowd before Meredith swallowed the lump in her throat and asked, “Could he have gotten into something?”

But Joe had no room for any benefit of doubt, restating his conviction and pleading to the group, “You don’t like me? That’s fine! Shit, I’d die, and I don’t care so much ‘bout me neither, but what did he ever do? What did he ever do to you?”

“Joe, maybe he ate something. Maybe it was an accident,” she lightly asserted.

“An accident?” his tone was set for further argument, but ultimately trailed off when his eyes briefly met Leeza’s before casting his gaze back down to his motionless companion.

Meredith then sat quietly with Joe while sheriff Hassan dispersed the crowd, leaving them to mourn the loss until the sun reached the horizon.

She found herself in the church after dark, uncertain how she got there. The lights seemed dimmer than usual. Then a shadow cast over her. Was she on her back? Father Paul looked down at her from above, his expression unreadable but his gaze soft. A hand trailed up her thigh and she could hear her pulse racing in her ears. Warm breath against her neck, her body grew stiff. A gasp for air and whispered prayer. Then a spark on her lips. They were sealed by his, muffled moans trapped inside. She welcomed the dark behind her eyelids while she took her turn and swallowed him down.

A sharp breath rushed in, and her eyes opened to take in the familiar sight of her bedroom ceiling. Her heart thumped against her chest while she took a moment to settle in to the waking world around her. That was the most vivid one she’d had yet. Sweat dampened her forehead and she threw her covers off before turning on her side, her breath beginning to slow. Even in her dreams, she couldn’t outrun him.

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is-nini · 3 years ago

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Genshin impact x reader

Episode: 3

Title: a day with master Diluc

A/n: SORRY THIS TOOK A LONG TIME- I’m sorry for any mistake and also, please enjoy! possible love interest for now will be : Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Ningguang.

And with that your fate has been decided, you'll be with Master Diluc for the rest of the day... Until who knows when.

a quiet silence just waves over you and master Diluc after Paimon and Aether said goodbye and walks out the door. master Diluc doesn't seem like a bad person.. he’s just... kinda cold.

“ follow me".

the red hair man said as he walks towards the exit door. not wanting to be left alone at the bar you chase after him. you went pass people that you have meet before as they greets you and master Diluc in a friendly manner.

“oh! y/n! hello master Diluc”.

Barbara went up to the both of you and greets the both of you. you greets her back, smiling and waving while master Diluc just gave her a nod.

“what are you both doing?”

she asked, master Diluc just stays quiet, you also stay quiet, not knowing what to say, where are you actually going? you thought to yourself as you both neared the gateway. you guess that Barbara senses the quietness and nod, pretending to understand the awkward situation. she laugh awkwardly.

“w-well.. uhh have fun..?”

she said and bid you both goodbye. the silence began again. a sound of foot steps caught your attention. you look up and saw master Diluc took another step, you instantly follows him.

“uhm.. so master Diluc.. do you have any thing for me to do?”.

you ask suspiciously. why would he take you when it was clearly stated that AETHER is the one who will be your tour guide? is he- kidnapping you?!?!? wait no way he is kidnapping you.. you don't have money, you're not even THAT important in this world yet. master Diluc stopped walking and lookback at you and that's when you notice there is a carriage in front of you and him ‘where did that come from’ you ask yourself.. but that's not important yet.

“you don't need to do anything, just follow my lead and answer my questions”

he opened the carriage door and step aside. you look at him weirdly and scoff quietly. you stare back at him.

“how.. can i trust you?”.

is what you said. okay, you might not have money or power but- you could turn into a human resources or-

"before you think about anything weird. I suggest you to put your wild thoughts down".

P-pft what excuse me? Did this man just read your mind? Well... He is right. Master Diluc folds his hand Infront of his chest.

" what makes you think i have the motive to kidnapped you?".

Wow.... Perhaps master Diluc is that type of ikemen you guess.... The cold but very sweet and- okay you're getting off topic.

"w-well".

"just follow me and there will be no problems between us".

Anddd with that you end up in the carriage with a handsome red man that possibly could kill you and make you look like a criminal. You sigh and looks out the window, you pass by trees and cliff's until a certain place comes into view.

"we arrived at the first location that they found you".

You look around.. this place is quite nice ... The sand looks so.. good here .. and the water is so clean... And blue, the sky and the scenery in general is very pretty and magical.

"woah.."

You mutter out, the red haired man cough to get your attention, you look back at him with no hesitation.

"does.. this place helps you brings back your memories as to where you came from?".

You shake your head no when in reality you are lying so SO bad... Gosh.. if they caught you.. what punishment will you get? Jail?.... Death?. You shake your hand and stare at the red haired man, master Diluc has been staring at you... At least that's what you assume. You sigh again. Gosh.. city of freedom? This doesn't feel free at all.

"listen, master Diluc. Let me come clean and just say i don't remember where I'm from or what is my purpose of being here, but trust me. I have no ill intent".

Diluc stares at you suspiciously, you doesn't seem like you are lying... And you seem very clueless about most of the things here.

"okay then".

Is all he said. You sigh a little and walk towards the water as the sky slowly turning golden ish with pink tint. You remember about the times where you would hang out with your friends on the beach, laughing and having fun. You might not notice the sad face that you're presenting but master Diluc sure does. Master Diluc didn't trust you, not one bit, yet he didn't say anything more to you. The expression of your face looks like you're missing something or someone, that is a little hint of you possibly lying.

"well then, perhaps it's time we brings you back to Aether".

You heard him and instantly snapped out of your thoughts, you run to catch-up to master Diluc and started to make your way to Aether.

Once you reach Mondstat gate, purple girl... Lisa..?, Jean, Aether, Barbara, Kaeya, Paimon and a unknown red girl is standing on the gateway.

"ah! Lookie! Y/n and master Diluc is back".

A high pitched voice, who you assume would be Paimon is talking and alerting the rest of the group. They all looked at your direction with a relieved smile.

"oh! You're both are back.. safely!".

Master Diluc only nods his head while you confusedly looks at them.

"what's with the reunion? Anything happens?"

Master Diluc said, the red girl with brown hair steps towards the both of you.

"the hilicurl activities is getting more and more active.. not only that the rate of the hilicurl around the area increases by alot".

Hilicurl? The name of the monster right...? Interesting.

"ah we didn't encounter any hilicurl fortunately, I'll be sure to help kill them if any of those things were in sight".

A thankyou was heard from the girl, she turned her head towards you and smile brightly at you.

"hello there new girl from nowhere! My name is Amber what's yours?"

She asked, you giggle at her antic's and smile at her, waving towards her.

"my name is y/n, nice to meet you Amber!"

At least she is nice... She can be your friend.. you sigh a little, she doesn't seems like she is judging you, you can tell that you both will be a great friends.

"this is your room for now..."

Barbara said, showing you the room that you waken up from today, you walked inside and everything is normal and similar but with a little more furniture to make it more homely and comfy. You turned your head towards Barbara and walked towards her, you grab her hand and show her a huge smile.

"thankyou Barbara!"

You exclaimed, she seems shocked but smile at you nevertheless. you both bid your goodbye and proceed to sleep on the white bed. it was comfy.. the scene outside the window is absolutely breath taking.. as the sun sets. you led out one last sigh for the day. a day with master Diluc is pretty dull... and went by so fast.. you do hope that you'll get to know him better near the future.

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thcweasley · 4 years ago

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Magical

PAIRING : Fred Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : After war, Fred trying to make things back to normal again

WARNINGS : none? shitty fluff

WORDS : 1.6k

A/N: i reposted this cos something went wrong lmao.

Im not sure why i really like the whole idea of Fred X Muggleborn!Reader lmao. i know its autumn in most places, but its been super duper hot here lately. Also this might not be 100% accurate of how things supposed to go, but i just got an idea after watching what not to do at the beach. so I hope you enjoy anyways.

AND THANKYOU FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST FIC OMGGG. Yes ill upload the 2nd part soooooonn!! so don’t you worry~

“Lets go lets go!!” Fred said clapping his hands, signing you to move faster.

“yeah yeah” you mumbled.

It was a month after the war yet everything didn’t seem to falls back to normal. The fact that you almost lose Fred in the battle haunted you. Even though he was still standing in front of you now, present and healthy. Still you couldn’t seem shake off the image of him dying in front of you. At the time everyone was so sure there’s nothing they can do to wake him up.

“I didn’t know you’d be this sad to see me dying Y/N” He managed to let out a laugh.

Fred insisted you both to go to the beach today. You’ve told him once that going to the beach with your family and friends was probably you favourite memory of growing up. Before everything, before Fred, before Hogwarts, before Magic. So he thought itd be fun to relive your memory with you, no wand, no spell, no magic, just the two of you.

“are you sure you wanna do this? I thought you don’t like muggles activities” you asked him swirling around your wand in front of his face.

He grabbed your wand and put it away from you “Yes of course no magic, beach day! Now move your feet before I carry you into the car myself”

“I can’t believe you actually rent a car” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Well I want it to be perfect for you” he laughed under his breath. “Look at this” He pressed a button and suddenly the roof of the car starting to fold. “Just like magic!” He grinned, causing you to laugh.

“oh what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend” you leaned on to the driving seat to give him a kiss on his cheek.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N” He moved one of his hand onto your waist “But I know how you could reward me without any magic involved” He squeeze your bum lightly.

“Focus on the road, Weasley” you rolled your eyes smiling, Slapping his hand away as moving back to your position. His laughter filling the car

** Fred had taken you to a pretty cool beach. quite crowded too He found a spot and lay some towel so you can sit down.

You both lay down on your towel. Watching the clouds moving, enjoying each other arms. when suddenly someone dis-sand his towel right beside Fred and walk away.

You both sat up immediately, coughing.

“what the hell is that?” you said, with an annoyed tone, looking over to Fred. Wondering why he hadn’t say anything.

You saw Fred rubbing his eye. “you okay?” you raised an eyebrow. Confused

“uhh.. i think there’s sand in my eye” he said still rubbing his eye.

You grabbed his hand. Stopping him from rubbing his eye. “don’t rub it..” you said soothingly. “open your eyes”

he tried to open his eyes, failing. “what do you mean? I cant do it!”

“hey.. calm down” you giggled. You put your fingers between his eye, and open his eyes. You keep your fingers there to stop his eyes from blinking. you blow air in front of his eyes. Hopefully can remove sand from his eyes. “now blink”

he blinked a few times. And then look up at you. He realised how close your faces were. He held your cheek in his palm. Leaning in to kiss you. His lips warm and smooth pressing against yours.

You just smile against the lips, enjoying the moment. Until you heard a loud smack coming from Fred’s direction, causing you to pull away from him. A volley ball hit Freds head.

“sorry mate!” some guy shouted behind him. and running towards you both to pick up the ball.

“yeah no worries” he managed to force a laugh. You dropped your head to the side. Looking at his annoyed face.

“you okay Fred?” you asked him. resting your hand on his head.

“yep.. umm.. lets go for a walk”

Fred grabbed your hand, dragging you with him as he ran towards the bridge. He sat on the bridge and patted the space beside him, signalling you to sit beside him. “come on!” he smiled widely.

“Do you want ice cream?” Fred broke the silence.

“sounds great” you said as you want to get up. But he stopped you.

“wait here I’m going to guess your favourite” He scrambles to his feet and kiss your nose before walking away.

As you watched the clouds moved, you can hear the waves and some kids running around. Looking all around you, remembering the reason why you like going to the beach so much. The salty air, the sun and now you’re with the man you love the most. It couldn’t be more perfect than this.

Suddenly Fred appeared beside you. Handing you your ice cream with your favourite flavour. “here you go ”

“awwww” you looked up at him and peck his lips. “thankyou..”

You were enjoying your ice cream when suddenly Fred groans. You looked up at him and follow his eyes direction, you saw some boys running away laughing. You looked back at him. now he’s touching his head. “dumb kids” He muttered

“Oh god!” you said in shock as soon after you pulled his hand away from his head. His hair covered with ice cream. then suddenly bursted out laughing.

Fred groaned again “you think its funny?” he narrowed his eyes at you. Fred’s hair, he always sensitive with his hair.

“sorry..” you grinned. You reached your handbag and took your wet tissue. “I don’t know that your mouth moved on to your hair” you giggle lightly. Start wiping the ice cream off his head.

“It’s those lil git” he clenched his teeth.

You giggled lightly, its funny how frustrating this day has been for him. “what do you want now? Go home?” you smiled at him.

“yeah..” then he instantly added “sorry” he bitted his bottom lip.

“Its okay, Let’s go home” you grabbed his hand and ran towards the car.

“my hair, it’s so sticky” Fred said once you got inside the car.

you smiled “its cute though, smells like ice cream.”

“it is not..” He said as he started the car

“whatever” you stuck your arms out the open window, holding it straight like the wing of a plane. But then suddenly you felt a cold flickers of water land on your face making you yelp in surprise at first and then groan loudly.

“Rain?” Fred questioned, painful annoyance in his tone.

You both turned your heads up to face the sky and suddenly the droplets are falling down faster and faster, making you flinch every time it hits you. Within ten seconds, the water is hammering down.

“why it doesn’t work!!” Fred pressed the roof button rapidly. Hoping the roof would start to close itself. “Merlin!” he ran his finger through his hair.

“Hey calm down focus on the road” You replaced his hand with yours, until finally the roof closed itself.

But then suddenly the car stopped. You could see the lights on the car also went off.

“hey, we’re in the middle of the rain why the hell would you stopped?” You laughed not knowing what was happening.

“well this really a cherry on top. What a nice day” he said, sarcastically.

“wh- what happened?”

“I don’t know. Merlin, I really wished I have my wand with me” he muttered. “wait here” he said as he got out of the car.

You took out your phone. No signal what a nice day.

You got out of the car. You saw Fred was standing in front of the car. Muttering loudly. You shook your head, and ran towards him, hugged him from behind. “im so sorry Y/N I have no idea how muggle car works I don’t know how to fix this” He said as he turn himself around to face you. To his surprise you greeted him with a big grin on your face. “Why are you smiling?” he asks suspiciously, raising an eyebrow

You placed a hand on his cheek. “I was wondering… have you ever been kissed in the rain?”

Fred finally recognising the playfulness in your voice. His frown soon eases up into something less harsh-looking. “I haven’t actually,” he breathed

You closed the gap between you two, kissing him passionately. You feel the water soaking through your clothes as you’re pressed your lips on to his lips as the freezing water dripped down on you both. You grab onto his shirt, starting to shiver. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been happier. Because finally, after a whole month of anxiety, you can just focus on whats happening right now.

You finally separate lips, both catching on your breathes.

Fred strokes a stray raindrop off of your nose. “sorry, this is the worst date ever” he gave you a sheepish smile.

“I don’t think so” you pecked his lips smiling widely, he smiled back.

“are you being sarcastic with me?” he raised his eyebrow playfully.

You shook your head smiling. “For a magic-less day, it was quite magical” AAHAHA im sorry guys this was super cheesy. but.. should we make a part two where we give fred weasley the reward he deserves?

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nieladasdenani · 3 years ago

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The daylight’s fading slowly (but time with you is standing still)

So, months later I finally was able to finish the prompt @mooooonshine gave me: The Corrs - Breathless + Summer Vibes. I hope it holds to your expectations, as it was erased twice accidentally! I love the Corrs, actually, so maybe that helped keep trying. You can also read this in AO3, if you rather.

Lena Luthor hates the beach.

She's aware that it's an unpopular opinion. And it's not just because standing in the shore of vast expanses of water trigger some trauma. It's not to be edgy either. Lena can actually appreciate the gentle breeze coming from the ocean, the calming sound of the waves. But she's not a fan of the Sun burning her skin, unless she's cocooned under a palm tree wearing a giant hat and shawl. Or the intense heat that makes the sand stick to her skin. Or the noise of too many people having too much fun, everyone trying to impose their respective playlists.

And yet, here she is. Dragged by her traitorous best friends with a flimsy excuse of getting back out there, Lena. So, it's been a while since she's last had casual sex. But less time since she had sex, though. She just ended a two-year relationship, and it's in no hurry to get back out there. Jack is still a dear friend, and it was her who ended things, it's not that she's opposed to casual sex, or one-night-stands, it's a matter of respect for the relationship they had.

"It's been a month, Lena. I think you mourned your kill long enough." Andrea's deadpan comment reaches Lena's internal ramblings, as if her friend could read her mind. She supposed she can, after all those years of friendship. Which is also why Lena glares at her openly and without remorse.

"No. Don't start, you two. We're here to have some fun, and enjoying a lovely day at the beach. We deserve a break!" Sam's always been the soft one out of the three of them. "It's also a good opportunity to meet new people!" Now Sam's throwing an unfairly sweet, hopeful smile at Lena, which in turn make her frown harder.

"Et tu, Brute?"

"Now, there's no need to be so dramatic, Lena. I'm not saying you have to, we're here to have a good time as friends, and if it happens, then, great!" Sam has the audacity to grin, and Lena is appalled to find herself softening in the face of her friends' love. Lena's not about to show this, though. Especially not when Andrea is smirking smugly at her, as if she knows she's won.

"Why are you smiling as if you enjoy spending time at a packed beach?" Lena fires at Andrea, who shrugs:

"I like it just fine. More so when I can eye such delicious, half naked snacks." She says this while pointedly looking in the general direction of a very tall, very handsome dark skinned man, who's smiling at a much shorter but equally gorgeous dark haired woman. Lena's about to point out how the pair seem to be a couple to Andrea, when Sam can't contain her enthusiasm any longer and explodes with an expressive:

"Who wants to get in the water!?"

Neither Lena, nor Andrea startle at the exuberant proposition, they both acknowledge it, however, with a decline. Though, Andrea promises to join her in a future immersion. The rejection doesn't affect Sam in the slightest, who skips the short distance that separates her from the ocean and dives head-first into the water, disappearing from view.

The attention of the remaining pair is grabbed by loud exclamations of joy coming from a group of people that are settled a short distance from them, only to discover that tall and handsome and short and gorgeous are part of the neighbors, and the actual reason they are whooping. Lena imagines it's because they come bearing alcohol and snacks.

"It seems like your snack is already taken." If she's going to have to get through this by force, Lena might as well be annoying, perhaps it will deter her friends from future abductions to the beach.

"Are you not familiar with concept of eye candy?"

"All I'm saying is, if you're going to fantasize about a handsome man, but it turns out he has a gorgeous girlfriend, and they're displaying it so publicly it must dampen the illusion somehow." Lena shrugs, not willing to let it go.

"You said that like it's a problem. All I hear is: handsome man and gorgeous woman. I'm sure you can also appreciate this combo." Andrea directs an arched brow at her, and Lena sighs in defeat, because she sure as hell can appreciate it.

"You're incorrigible." Lena huffs out with a laugh.

"Hey, guys!" They hear Sam, and turn in time to see her waving them from near the edge where sand meets water. Her smile impossibly large as droplets drip from every inch of her. Lena instinctively waves back with a small smile, but then freezes, because right behind her friend there's a goddess.

"Oh, no." She can't help the murmur that escapes her. It's a miracle that she recovers enough, despite Andrea's pointed, mocking, laugh. Just in time for Sam and her new friend to reach them.

"This is Kara!" Sam wears a smile that would be predatory when directed at Lena if it was in anyone else's face, specially Andrea's. "We were talking, and she's inviting us to join her and her friends to spend the day here at the beach!"

"Oh, isn't that wonderful, Lena?" And sometimes, Lena truly wonders why she allowed a friendship with Andrea to bloom after they fucked in college.

"Yes, so gracious." The growl is directed at her friends, but the moment she circles back to look at Kara, Lena finds herself smiling genuinely. Not only because the girl is ridiculously beautiful and fit, but because she's sporting one of the most charismatic smiles Lena has ever been hit with in her life.

"Hi! Sam said you guys were here to have a break from life, and so are we. So I figured we could just join forces and have a good time?" She's chipper, which should be enough to save Lena from this situation, because Lena Luthor hates the beach and Lena Luthor doesn't do chipper. And yet...

"That'd be wonderful, thank you, Kara. Are you sure it won't be a problem with the rest of your group?" Lena finds herself saying.

"Oh! Not at all! They're all very friendly and welcoming. Like I told Sam, it's really not a problem."

"Lovely. I'm Andrea, by the way. This is Lena. It seems as if our dear Sam has forgotten her manners."

"Right! Sorry!" She sounds anything but. "Anyway, shall we?" She's practically jumping with excitement and hurries to carry as much of their things as she physically can. Kara then jumps in to help, despite Lena's protests.

"No, it's no problem." And god, that smile is a weapon.

Turns out they fit right into the group, mostly because said group is outstandingly welcoming, at least after some awkward introductions that served to confirm that tall and handsome (James) and short and gorgeous (Lucy) are, indeed, a couple. Lena tries to send a smug smirk Andrea's way, but her friend looks, if anything more pleased. Incorrigible.

Kara doesn't leave Lena's side, not even when she looks like she's physically ill at the prospect of not getting into the water when most of the group decides to dip together. Andrea included, which almost makes Lena openly balk at her. Kara keeps stealing glances at the friends loudly enjoying the water, so much so that even Lena is close to feel like she wants to join them, too.

"You should go. I promise I'll be here when you come back." Lena teases. Satisfied when a light blush covers Kara's lovely face.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! You look like you're about to turn green with envy." Lena appreciates Kara's laugh, like she's always been free to express it, and she finds herself wanting to hear it more. A lot more. Odd.

"Ok! I'll be right back! Have fun, don't let Alex scare you, she's actually a softy." And with that Kara bolts to the water as if she'll turn to sand if she's not wet promptly... Ok, maybe not the best analogy, now Lena feels like she needs to dip in cold water. Ah, Alex. The big sister. Right. She has been friendly enough, but she keeps giving Lena the side eye and Lena's afraid she may receive a shovel talk she's not sure if she's ready to face. Lena faces her with a solid, confident stare, she's a Luthor, after all.

"So," Alex starts, "how are the labs at Luthor Corp? You're awful far from Metropolis." She never leaves her stare from Lena's face, not even when she sips at her drink. Which is a problem, because even if Lena recovers well, she's sure Alex didn't miss how much her question startled her.

"Hm, are you keeping tabs on me? What is it, agent, special agent?" Lena remembers Kara gushing about her sister's accomplishments when she introduced them, FBI.

"Doctor Danvers is fine." She says. Smug. Lena squints at her. "I'm something of a scientist myself."

"Ah, that's what Kara meant when she said you were like Scully, then." And, surprisingly, they share a fond huff of a laugh over it. So maybe there's still hope.

"Yes. I like to keep up with the latest and greatest of the scientific community as much as I can. And that seems to lately involve Luthor Corp more often than not." Oddly, Lena sees the thinly veiled compliment, she tries not to blush.

"Well, it's a passion of mine. The lab, that is." Alex hums, but adds nothing, just keeps her gaze on Lena. And are moment like these when she's grateful for Lilian, she would be squirming if it weren't for her mother. They share a few more charged stares. Then Alex sighs and drops her eyes for a moment.

"Just don't play with her, all right?" Oh, wait what? Oh, no. She thinks... No!

"We're moving the company to National City!" What? What is she doing' why is she revealing secret information to a literal stranger? "We're changing the name, too. To L-Corp." Oh my god, someone please shut her up! Now! Oh she's dead. And Alex looks completely baffled, she even takes a couple of tries to speak.

"I...Oh. Oh, ok. That's, that's great."

"You can't tell anyone, though." She's not begging, just clarifying. "Please." An afterthought.

"Sure, no problem."

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't play with her." And here Alex sends her a searching look, no doubt looking for flaws. She doesn't seem to find any, because there aren't, and because she shrugs, finally.

"All right. That's all I ask. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. But If you break her heart I'll make you regret it."

Lilian is going to kill her. Why is she revealing corporate secrets like this? For fear of the sister of a girl she finds cute (ok, glorious)? What the fuck? Since when does she panics like this? Why does she even care to make clear to Alex she's not playing with Kara? Oh Lilian is definitely murdering her now, no matter she's the only child she has left, now that Lex went crazy. So she probably shouldn't be making fun of her brother's very serious mental illness, but she's in self-destruct mode, apparently. Oh, forget Lilian killing her! Sam and Andrea are going to mock her relentlessly. Wait, they don't have to find out! None of them. Oh, good.

"What's wrong with you?" Andrea's usually unimpressed drawl has a tint of concern. And Lena is so caught off guard by the return of the rest of the group form the water that she gapes a little. Which only makes Andrea's frown deepen.

"Nothing. What's wrong with you?" Great. Excellent comeback. Andi's eyebrows almost touch her hairline.

"What did you do?"

"Everything ok?" Kara's sweet voice carries a hint of menace, and both Lena and Andrea turn to see her in such a defensive pose it's kind of uncanny to associate it with the sunshine girl they've met. It's actually kind of hot.

"I don't know. But she looks terribly guilty." Andrea, who seems to be a little impressed herself, says while pointing her accusing finger at Lena.

"Oh! Are you ok?" And she's back to being sweet, sitting back down next to Lena and scooting closer in case she wants to share a secret... again.

"Yes. Yes, of course."

The situation is gathering the attention of everyone, and Lena is sure that she's heading towards a panic attack. But her rescue comes from the least expected place: Alex.

"It's fine. She's just trying to reconcile the fact that I'm FBI and a scientist that knows science."

Lena sends a grateful smile Alex's way, because that seemed to be enough of an explanation for everyone else. Everyone else, except Andrea, of course. Lena does her best to ignore her, which is honestly not that hard with Kara so close to her giving her all of her attention, or the years of practice Lena has in the matter of ignoring Andrea. Also because Andres has her own source of distraction, in the form of James and Lucy. The day goes by in a whirlwind of fun, Lena's loathed to admit. Until Kara's stomach actually growls.

"Yep," Alex says, "that sounds about right. How about we order some actual food before hungry hungry hippo here resorts to cannibalism?" Kara's pouting, but she's also not offering any sort of dispute either. Something Lena shouldn't find adorable, and yet...

Somehow night crawls on them, and Lena is surprised to find that she's not drunk, despite having been drinking since they joined Kara's group. Actually, now that she thinks of it, none of them are. It's probably because Kara was making sure they were all drinking water and eating regularly, the whole time. She feels a little shift in her heart.

It looks like the spell will be broken when Sam regretfully announces that she needs to pick up Ruby from her dad's place. Andrea and Lena start to get ready to go with her, but Sam adamantly refuses them, ordering them to stay and enjoy the rest of the night. That she's just going to pick up her daughter and head home anyway. They insists, even Alex offers to be the one going with Sam, which strikes Lena as odd (doesn't Alex have a girlfriend?). But Sam, for her sweet disposition is really good at being a mom and having a mom voice.

"The only thing is that you two are going to need to find a way get back. I trust our new friends to take care of that?" James is the first to scramble to placate Sam that they'll make sure Lena and Andrea get home safe.

After Sam left night was quick to fall and they group started to retire for the day. Alex received a call from her girlfriend, Brainy and Nia left for Nia’s roommate’s birthday party, Winn had “mysterious date” his friends were teasing him about the whole time.

To Lena’s utter surprise, Andrea ended up leaving with James and Lucy, sporting the smuggest of smirks. This left Lena in the sole company of one Kara Danvers. Lena is actually surprised of how good her day at the beach was, she had fun, she feels like she did make new friends, not acquaintances, but actual friends. She also learned a lot about Kara, who has no reservations in wearing her heart for all to see. Which in Lena’s life is refreshing. It’s why she can tell the blonde is nervous when she says:

“I, I could walk you?” She doesn’t word it as a question but her voice does this thing that makes it sound like one. It’s endearing. It’s disarming.

“I’d like that.” And Lena’s nervous, too. She’s just better at hiding it. She’s nervous because she really wants to fuck Kara tonight. But she truly doesn’t want Kara to be a one-night-stand, or something even more ridiculous, like a summer love. But, god, she really wants to make love to this absurdly beautiful girl. And the walk is lovely, the air is a little cooler, but mild enough they can stay in their beach clothes, it gets lovelier when Kara spots her favorite ice cream stand open and insists she introduces Lena to:

“The best ice cream ever, you’ll see.”

“I’m sure.” She is, because she’s starting to believe everything with Kara is going to be delightful, Lena’s never been more charmed in her life.

Kara ends up buying a monstrosity that’s like a sample of every flavor available in one giant cup. Lena voices her concern about the amount of ice cream, and how she doubts they’ll be able to finish it. And Kara looks at her with a genuinely offended expression. Admittedly, the ice cream is delicious, and surprisingly, Kara does manage to finish the whole thing by the time they reach the hotel Lena’s staying in while her new apartment is done. They both look at the entrance like it has personally offended them.

“Well, this is me.”

“Yeah. Uh… Would you… I know you’re an important scientist and are probably super busy, but, do you think we could see each other again?”

“I’d love that.” Lena’s sure she’s never sported a bigger smile on her face. “Here, let me add you to my contacts, and I’ll text you so you have my number as well.”

“Yes, yeah. That’s awesome!” They exchange numbers like giddy teens, but still linger just outside the door.

“Would you like to come up?”

“Oh, you have no idea. I really, really do. But I want you in my life for as long as I can have you, you know? I mean, I want to do this right.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, if… if that’s what you also want, of course!”

“What I want is you, naked, in my bed.”

“Oh… Rao…” Kara’s so red, it’d be concerning if it wasn’t so adorable. “I really want that, too. I do. But, will that mean like a one night thing? What are you proposing, exactly?” Lena is so surprise for a moment, about the openness of Kara’s feelings, that it’s taken the wrong way. “I’m not, like, trying to pressure you into anything! Please, don’t freak out! It’s just, I like you so much, I really would like to maybe try and see if we work? Together? Like, as a couple? I know we just met… What I mean is, I’d like to know where we stand.”

“Kara,” because Lena doesn’t ever want to be the reason Kara looks this distressed again. “I’d love to explore the possibility of a romantic relationship with you. I know what you mean, you want to go step by step. I appreciate that. I just really wanted to have my way with you tonight.” Lena teases. And suddenly, Kara’s whole body language changes, she gains some confidence at Lena’s confirmation of affection.

“Well, I’ll make it worth the wait.” And oh, Lena is going to hold her to that.

They’re close enough to each other there’s no way to tell who initiates the kiss, it’s probably both of them, honestly. It’s soft, but so full of promise, Lena suddenly has no problem with doing the thing right, doing it their way, at their pace. She has a feeling this is all going to be worth it.

As a matter of fact, she’ll be right. She and Kara would go to start a relationship that’d be the best either of them ever experienced. They complement each other nicely, when Kara is impatient, Lena steps up, and when is Lena the one rushing things, is Kara who grounds her. It’ll start with regular coffee dates, then dinner dates, then lunch dates at Lena’s office. Game nights, movie nights. It’ll be like watching a flower bloom. And yes, the wait for the love making part will absolutely be worth the wait.

#supergirl #supercorp #fanfic #supercorp fanart #supercorp fic prompt #kara danvers #kara zor el #lena luthor #kara + lena #summer love but forever

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years ago

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Dawon: Just the thought

Summary: Shocked is less than half of anything that can describe how Sanghyuk is feeling as he contemplates too much and reacts just as he should

Genre: Fluff-fluff-fluff

Characters: Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk x Reader

A/N: Dear anon, although this was inspired by your request, it was inspired by your request, have fun when reading!

Read more here~~

Inside his car, Sanghyuk's refuge lies in his isolation from the drying heat outside. Flocks of birds are flying past the sunset, trying to fade in the background. As he drives back, he's thinking of you, where the two of you had gone and holding your hand as you took him to your favourite restaurant. He's smiling to himself, arm leaning against the window and biting his finger, in surprise to see Zuho passing by with his camera, snapping a picture of the sunset. Rolling the window down, he asks why, Zuho says that he's been on a walk, thinking hard and that he needs to speak to Sanghyuk. There's an obvious surprise on Sanghyuk's face, after all, this must be serious if Zuho is asking.

Switching the engine off, he walks out, Zuho has paced in the short time that he's taken to come out. His lip spills red from the way he's bitten it in his contemplation of what he is about to ask Sanghyuk. Outside, Sanghyuk feels his t-shirt stick to his body that has already begun to feel warm, releasing droplets of sweat as he's speaking to Zuho. They are standing right by Sanghyuk's car when Sanghyuk is shocked as shocked as can get, his pupils dilate and his hands manoeuvre towards his car.

He's nodding at Zuho's words, asking him to wait while he parks his car. His mind is swirling, like a school of fish panicking, he thinks of nothing while he's parking his car. He tilts his head to the side, confusion warping his mind and freeing it of how to solve the problem which he only wonders when he's opening the door and stepping out. ''Let's walk'' is Zuho's suggestion and he murmurs in agreement. For the first couple of moments, silence greets the two.

Zuho's revelation of liking you is cause for potential shock, not mild but severe as Sanghyuk hastily plans how to handle this. His heart goes out to the guy and his request to set you up with him, sighing a little. His eyes are starting to hurt from not blinking but he thinks that he's going to be sweet about this. Restlessness is the cue to sit down, the two of them take a seat across the sunset where people are running with their kites.

It's the beach, with its sands flying in circles and waves gently crashing on the shore that drew you in, especially when you first met Sanghyuk here. Zuho's nervous about the whole topic, he's wondering what Sanghyuk is about to say, not wanting to entertain the alternative which he knows may now arrive sooner than he first thought. He asks Sanghyuk what he knows, that you two are together and Sanghyuk turns, the innocence of his words are lost and he's slowly nodding along.

Sanghyuk thinks that he can not leave it all to Zuho so he takes to explain what happened, hoping it may help Zu process the information. Zuho moves closer, nodding along and smiling at the little bits of information that once tumble out of Sanghyuk make him realise that it is exactly what you would do. He isn't mad or anything, to feel such emotions would be juvenile as if he were not, if anything, happier than ever for Sanghyuk.

Zuho is smiling and that makes Sanghyuk smile, seeing a seagull wolf down a fish in the near background. During this talk, it has grown darker than ever, the streetlights are on and their neighbours are rolling in, looking like what must have been a good day for them. Sanghyuk chuckles, avoiding any blunt words like how the two of you are dating, careful not to hurt his friend's feelings any further. Zuho looks a little embarrassed and he jokes about it but Sanghyuk is determined not to let him feel that way.

He throws his hand over Zuho's shoulder and pulls him closer, telling him not to dwell on it too much, that there's always tomorrow to look forward to and anything that could lift Zuho's spirits. But he's aware that while Zu may be feeling down, he's the type to move on and be happy for the two of you without any ill feelings. As the two of them separate and are off to their rooms, as soon as Sanghyuk collapses on the bed after a shower, he realises how apologetic he feels, wondering if he handled that as well as he should have.

He's also feeling remorseful towards Zuho, when you message him a goodnight, asking if he got home well and he chuckles, giggles like a baby and tosses over, replying to your message in a charismatic manner. Such complex behaviour for such a simple message has you chuckling, telling him that you would like to kiss him goodnight and you are sure that he's choking as he reads the message even though he sounds real cool about it over text.

Next day, he gets up and heads straight to the company's building, knowing that that is where he will find Zuho. The guy is surprised to see him, smiling as he sees lunch being handed to him. Sanghyuk tells him that he was at the gym and just thought that he'd bring food up since he's in the area. Zuho thinks nothing of it and Sanghyuk doesn't let him think of it either, telling him that he's heading off. To him it is like a little check in, just to see how Zuho is doing.

#sf9 #dawon #lee sanghyuk #zuho #juho #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 fantasy #sf9 fanfic #sf9 fluff #sf9 reactions #sf9 requests #sf9 writings #sf9 headcanons #sf9 x reader

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yongtxt · 4 years ago

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one summer’s day [yuta]

word count: 6.5k words

characters: parent!yuta x parent!reader ft. 95 line and a child

genre: angst. just suffering

warnings: mentions of illnesses, hospitals, and deaths. includes a bit of smoking, too. a ton of inaccurate medical information. yuta has self-deprecating and self-destructive tendencies

author’s note: this is my third (and last!!!) hospital-based fic and i’m running out of ways to describe a hospital. this is emotionally taxing but this was so fun to write! also i tried out a new format so i hope it looks okay? (unedited but not rlly)

Nakamoto Mai’s summers were always spent basking in the white heat of the sun with the salty water of the ocean’s waves splashing against her skin. Your husband would hold her up by her arms, wading them ashore to where you were watching them over, lounging on a beach towel with your knees hugged to your chest.

Yuta would set his daughter on the sand, allowing her to run off to where her short limbs could take her—chasing off the seagulls that would land near her vicinity. He would make his way to you, dripping with water, and he would tackle you onto the ground just to tease you and hear your sweet laugh that was filled with nothing but love.

It wouldn’t take long before Mai would scurry back to her parents, out of breath and her plump cheeks glowing a shade of red you were already too familiar with. She’d crawl into Yuta’s arms while you’d carefully smear on a thick glob of aloe vera gel on her face, poking the tip of her nose and making her giggle.

For a family that resided in the urban city, you always appreciated the time you got to spend in the beaches of Daecheon with the most important people in your life; Yuta, your high school sweetheart that you got to marry two years after your first child was born, and Mai, the physical proof of the love you shared with him.

You had Mai at a time that was least expected. At the early age of twenty-one, bearing a child was the curveball that threw your and Yuta’s life into disarray. Your wishes of traveling outside the country were put to a halt and Yuta’s plans of dabbling into his long-time hobby of soccer were withheld; you were both forced into joining the workforce to afford to raise a child that you weren’t even sure you wanted to have in the first place.

But it was in the way you heard her steady heartbeats at your first ultrasound, how it immediately made your resolve waver. The look of pure adoration Yuta held the first time he’d felt her kicking in your stomach, it was a look you’ve never seen before—a look that made it feel like it was all worth it.

The day came when she was finally born into the world, holding onto your thumb as you held the newborn baby onto your chest. You knew right then and there that all of the doubts and worries you’ve had coming into your pregnancy, it didn’t matter anymore as long as you had Mai and Yuta with you.

It wasn’t easy to be parents at such a young age. To be able to juggle parenthood and your respective careers, you and Yuta wouldn’t dare say that you’ve come close to mastering the skill but you were sure close to it. Mai had a wonderful upbringing despite the many hardships you and Yuta have gone through. She managed to grow up in an environment that emanated warmth and affection, unaware of her parents’ sacrifices of their young adulthood to be able to give her the life she deserved.

Spoiled, as others may think, but she was her parents' pride and joy. Neither of you wouldn’t want her to be treated anything less than a princess should. The smile Mai always had on, you would do everything in your power to keep it.

As pampered as she was, most of it came from a place of having to treat her especially with care and attention more than a normal child would need because Mai was a chronically ill child. Born with a weak heart, it was a miracle that she even survived the delivery to start with.

She had always been sickly therefore trips to her many pediatricians weren’t unusual for your family, already having familiarized with most of the doctors and nurses who usually took care of her at your local hospital.

Mai had a lively personality, leading an active lifestyle spent running and playing around all day, but her heart defect caused her to be easily tired. Her constant shortness of breath put her in danger thus her pediatricians had made it a note to always keep an out for her.

When Mai fell into a continuous fever after your family’s trip to the beach, you didn’t think anything of it because of how frequently it happened. Yuta made you go to work and leave Mai in his care while he still had another day of his paid leave, reassuring that she would be fine as long as he was there to take care of her.

That same morning, Mai clambered off her bed—a little too early than her usual wake-up—and waddled into her parents’ bedroom, still burning high off her fever. She reached out for her father’s sleeping form on the bed, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt.

“Papa, it hurts.” She said once Yuta had groggily sat up to properly tend to his child’s cries, seeing the clumps of tears forming at the corner of her eyes. The sight was enough to jostle him awake, alarmed.

He pulled her off the ground and plopped the five-year-old onto his lap, worry growing in the pit of his stomach. It was only in rare cases when Mai’s pain would bring her to tears, indicating how much she was hurting. She looked worse than what he remembered the night before; her breathing still irregular as it always was, but her skin was paler than normal and sweat formed in her temple—it didn’t look like she was suffering her regular lapses.

Yuta asked, “Where is it hurting, Mai?”

She hesitantly pointed to her chest, to where her heart was. Without another question asked, he hurriedly grabbed his car keys from the bedside table. Her pediatricians told you and Yuta of her risk of chest pains and how they shouldn’t treat it lightly considering that she was merely a child. If it goes beyond what Mai could handle, she should immediately see the professionals to get treated.

In his sleepwear, Yuta drove to the hospital as fast—but safely—as he could. Anxious fingers drummed against the steering wheel while Mai sat at the back in her booster seat, her stuffed toy of a dolphin enveloped in her arms.

Briefly checking themselves in the emergency ward, some of the nurses who were already familiar with the Nakamotos ushered them towards the waiting room the moment they had spotted Yuta carrying Mai into the entrance.

He always sat near the decorative fish tank, knowing how much Mai loved watching the fishes swim around. It distracted her from the dread that came with the never-ending blood tests and x-rays she was required to take. It was effective almost every time, but it seemed like that day wasn’t like any normal day.

Mai stilled in her father’s arms in the time they spent in the waiting room, her eyes sewn shut and her lips clamped together. Watching her choking in her sobs and unable to do anything about it, it only broke Yuta’s heart more than it already has.

He let out a shaky breath, wanting the day to be over with already.

You entered Mai’s room in haste, slamming the door open as you heaved heavy pants. Still in your work attire, you dropped your bags onto the tiled floor and hurried to your child’s side.

“Mama!” Mai exclaimed, still the cheery child that she was. Yuta, who sat on a chair beside the bed, jumped at her sudden yell and whipped his head to his side to find you already reaching out to her.

You carefully cradled her into the crook of your neck, stroking her hair. She donned a hospital gown and she was hooked onto several machines, patches on her chest for the cardiac monitor and a nasal cannula in her nose; the situation seemed worse than what she let on, how her eyes lit up at your arrival, happy and enthusiastic, opposed how grave of a situation it looked.

“How are you feeling, Mai?” You asked in hopes that your worry wasn’t evident in your tone, holding onto her comparatively smaller hands in yours. “Are you still hurt anywhere?”

She shook her head fervently, a wide grin adorning her beautiful features, “No, no! I feel much better now!”

You let out a breathy laugh, pinching her cheek and making her whine at your doting. Ease washed over you, the tension you had on your shoulders released almost in an instant at the assurance that Mai wasn’t hurting anymore and she was okay.

“I told you that you should never lie about what you’re feeling, Mai.” Yuta spoke up beside you and for a second you’ve forgotten that he was there at all, how quiet he’s been since you came. He looked exhausted, pieces of hair sticking out in different directions and a frown etched on his face.

“But it’s the truth!” Mai pouted her lips, glaring at her father who could only let out a faint chuckle.

You turned to Yuta and leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead, lingering for a moment longer. You wanted to apologize to him for leaving him to deal with it alone, but you knew he would just brush it off with him as the type of person who’d bottle in his stress to not worry those around him.

“Was it really necessary to confine her?” You asked, wrapping an arm around Yuta’s head and pulling him to your side in an attempt to console him—yourself, too, in his touch.

Of all the times you had to run Mai to the emergency ward, it has never come to a point where she needed to stay a day longer in the hospital. The machines she was hooked up on were usually used, but her tests and x-rays were possible to accomplish within the day. There usually was no need to confine her.

“They found an anomaly in one of her tests, her doctors wanted her to stay the night while they made sure that everything’s alright.” Yuta said as quietly as he could, wanting the conversation to be kept strictly between the two of you. He doubted Mai would even understand, but he didn’t want to take his chances of scaring his own child.

You bit the insides of your cheek, the return of the panicked thuds in your heart almost deafening. You replied, “It’s probably a mistake on their part, it’s gonna be fine.”

Yuta wasn’t quite sure if you meant to say it to him or to yourself. Either way, he appreciated it nonetheless. Having you beside him was already a weight lifted off him, he had less to worry about now that you were with him.

Mai, sensing the heavy tension in the room like the smart and sensible girl that she was, shuffled closer to her parents’ side of the bed but Yuta was quick to stop her from doing so. He wouldn’t want to risk snapping off her tubes, a lesson they had to learn the hard way before. She frowned, grabbing her father’s arm instead.

“Really, I’m okay now!” Mai was persistent even against the helpless expressions her parents wore, determined to make them believe so. She added, “Papa said that we can go home once mama comes so we can leave now, right?”

“We have to make sure that you’re actually fine, Mai. We have to stay a little longer.” You tried to smile at her, to make it seem like nothing was wrong. You cupped her face into the palm of your hand, caressing her skin with your thumb. “Is that okay?”

“I guess so.” She huffed, but her grimace was gone as soon as it appeared when you attacked her with a claw to tickle her stomach.

Yuta joined in eventually, hesitant still, but he relented just to hear Mai’s laughter—her hearty laughs that never failed to light up the room and make them feel better. He wondered just how much pain she was actually in to be able to hide it this well or was she even in pain at all like she had claimed.

She was acting as if she was perfectly fine but then again, Mai was a child who never liked to see people worrying. Much like him, he realized.

It took hours before one of Mai’s main pediatricians came knocking on the door, hours of agonizing torture on your and Yuta’s end. When you let Doctor Kang into the room, Mai was in the middle of eating dinner that his Uncle Taeyong had kindly cooked and dropped off at the hospital at the news of his niece’s confinement.

Mai visibly perked at the familiar man, waving her hand wildly to greet the doctor she had known for as long as she could remember. If she thought about it hard enough, almost all of her early memories included Doctor Kang, having been to hospitals so much to the extent that doctors no longer feared her unlike most children would.

“I assume you feel better now?” Doctor Kang asked in a playful tone, making his way to the side of Mai’s bed while you followed suit behind him. With her mouth full of chicken, she could only give him a high-spirited thumbs up. He chuckled, “That’s great to hear, Mai.”

“Us adults are going to talk for a bit so just continue eating what Uncle Taeyong gave you.” Yuta said, ruffling Mai’s hair. She nodded, too engrossed in her seahorse-shaped nuggets to be defiant that she wasn’t included.

Doctor Kang led you and Yuta to the corner of the room where there was a couch you could sit on. Yuta’s hand found yours subconsciously as you braced yourself for what Mai’s pediatrician had to say.

“Based on Mai’s medical records, she was born with a congenital heart defect, yes?” Doctor Kang asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white coat.

“Yes, but other doctors told us that it wasn’t life-threatening.” You remarked, already defensive. You were about to rise in your seat if it wasn’t for Yuta’s hold on you. Doctor Kang’s expression remained calm despite your reaction that you assumed he already anticipated. With a smaller voice, you said, “She’s been completely fine ever since.”

Doctor Kang nodded, “That is true but there’s a sudden spike in one of her tests, Mrs. Nakamoto. We’ve run it multiple times already to make sure but it looks like Mai is now prone to convulsions and epilepsy-like symptoms.”

“Convulsions? Epilepsy?” You trailed off, disliking the taste it left on your tongue. You felt Yuta’s grip on you tighten. “Isn’t this a bit too unexpected? What caused this?”

“These things just happen if you were born with a heart defect, we can never tell when it occurs. The most we can do is treat it accordingly.” Doctor Kang said, and you didn’t bother hiding the breath of relief you released. It was treatable, at least. “Expect that her health will be unstable as we’re yet to find out how her body will react so I’m advising that Mai should stay here for the meantime so we could monitor her closely.”

“She’ll be okay, right?” Yuta spoke for the first time since Doctor Kang arrived, his voice quiet and unsure. “Mai will get better?”

Doctor Kang sighed through his nose, pushing up his glasses, “We will do everything in our power to take care of her but you have nothing to be worried about, Mr. and Mrs. Nakamoto. Your daughter is a strong girl.”

The said girl sat on her hospital bed, clueless to her parents’ slow descent to their anxieties they kept suppressed for so long.

Yuta stared at Mai’s serene face, her figure curled into a fetal position as she let out snores without care. He stood from a distance, leaning against the wall while you sat on a stool beside him. You shared the same worn-out appearance as your husband, dark circles and all.

A week has passed since Mai was confined in the hospital and it hasn’t gotten any better since. Her temperature kept fluctuating and she spent most of her nights switching her nasal cannula to an oxygen mask for a higher dosage of oxygen, unable to breathe properly anymore whenever she tried to fall asleep. She was also coughing a lot more, swelling in the most random parts.

Mai’s condition was getting worse by the day; unfortunately, it was taking its toll on you and Yuta as well, and you hated how much it showed.

“I’m killing her.” Yuta managed to choke out in the midst of his cries, his unkempt nails digging into the palm of his hands.

“You’re not killing her.” You snapped, incapable of even bringing yourself to rise from your seat to embrace him as much as your mind wanted to. Your body felt too exhausted, emotionally and physically too drained to function. You settled on holding his hand instead, to keep him from hurting himself as you’ve already instinctively known of his mechanisms. “You’re just panicking.”

“My father died because of the same illness, it’s hereditary. I passed the curse onto my child.” He wept, finding his solace in the way your thumb was rubbing circles onto the back of his hand.

“Mai is not gonna fucking die, Yuta.” You said, much more sternly this time with a tiny hint of aggravation seeping through in your rise of tone. You didn’t even want to think of the possibility of your daughter’s death, the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You clicked your tongue, “Please, you have to trust your daughter a little more.”

Burying his face into his free hand, he let out shallow breaths. You sighed, but it didn’t bear animosity nor ill will, you were just tired—tired of pretending that you weren’t as in equal distress as he was. You couldn’t let anybody know of your vulnerabilities, especially not to your husband who was already suffering as it is.

Forcing yourself of energy, you pushed yourself up from your stool and took Yuta in your arms. You let him cry onto your shoulder that night, your own tears damping the back of your hand.

Despite that you were just human with the same capacity for emotions as much as the next person, you needed to be strong for your family. You didn’t know who else could take care of them if not you.

There were days Yuta thought it was gonna get better. A fool that he was, truly.

Days when Mai’s uncles would come to visit their favorite niece, Taeyong with his arms full of newly bought toys for them to play with and Johnny with his shoulders carrying bags and bags of children’s books he wanted to read to her, and days when he’s able to leave work early and she’s gets to spend time with both of her parents by her side.

Those were the days Yuta never wanted to end because only in those times would he see again the glint in Mai’s eyes that she had lost, the glow she radiated in her elation. She’d be talkative, she had so many stories to tell and Yuta would never get tired of hearing all of it. So full of life and childlike charisma, it was as if everything was back to normal—except it wasn’t.

Days like those would always end in nights of suffering and agony for your family. Mai would lay on the hospital bed in a cold sweat, fighting a battle she wasn’t winning and there was nothing he could do to help alleviate the pain she was feeling. The monotonous beeping of her machines had become her lullabies, it would drown out your storytelling that used to lull her asleep.

Yuta was in a bad headspace, that he knew. Whenever he looked at you, he was reminded of it; how reliant he was of you for emotional support. The guilt he felt was overwhelming, it almost threatened to pour. He hears your desperate cries at night and your silent prayers, he knew how exhausted you were and there would be times he wanted to just say that you didn’t have to put up a tough and optimistic persona for Mai, for him.

But he would be lying if he did so. He was crumbling, he wasn’t in the clearest of mindset.

There would be instances so extreme that he would wish that he could just stay in his office and never return to the hospital, to never face his harsh reality and pretend that this wasn’t his.

Yuta would think to himself, who am I kidding?

He shouldn’t have ever met you and gotten you pregnant, Mai wouldn’t have to endure the pain he had caused her by being his child, but he was selfish. He had to sow what he reaped, to see through his curse that he jinxed his family with.

“Papa, look!” Mai called from where she splayed across the hospital bed, Yuta looked over his shoulder to see her proudly presenting her finished work of the LEGO set of a beach house that you had bought for her. She had a toothy grin on her face, showing off the pieces that came with it. “It’s me, papa, and mama! Look!”

“You’re already done with it?” He chuckled, walking over to see what she had been working on diligently for hours. His heart squeezed, noticing how she purposely customized the pieces to resemble your family’s own beach house in Daecheon; from the missing panels of the fences that he ruined and the placements of the flower pots you tended.

“Is this supposed to be me?” He asked, picking up a figurine that she had messily painted its hair with black acrylic to match his. She nodded enthusiastically. He laughed, “Mai, this is really good!”

“Yeah, I worked really hard on it!” She giggles, stifling a cough. Yuta rubbed his hand over her back to soothe her, kissing the top of her head to make her know of his appreciation of her hard work. A genuine smile on his face for once.

He always wondered how Mai made it so easy to melt all of his troubles and anxieties away. Her tiny body was capable of so much love, she lit up his darkest days so effortlessly. It made him feel so loved to know how much his daughter thought of him.

Yuta wanted to curse himself for all the times that he thought of himself badly. Regardless of his desperate pleads and regrets, he knew full well that he loved Mai too much to not wish her into existence.

He had to work on negating his thoughts that fantasized about his own destruction. If Mai had known how badly he spoke of himself, he knew she wouldn’t like it—perhaps it would even shatter her image of him of the always optimistic, always confident father that he built.

His self-deprecation will not get the best of him again, for his mental stability and his family’s.

With his phone pressed against his ear with one hand, Yuta held up a lit cigarette in the other. The pungent smell of tobacco lingered in the air, he inhaled its remnants deeply like a depraved man would.

“Papa, when are you coming home? Mama sucks at doing the fishes’ voices!” Mai’s voice pierced in his ear, and Yuta heard you laughing from the background. His daughter’s voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t let it sway him from souring her mood.

Tapping the ash off his stick, he said, “I’m almost done with work, okay? I’ll come home soon.”

Home, it was an odd term to call the bleak white-walled room that confined his child. As the days dragged on, Yuta has grown to accept it for what it is. While it was a prison to most, Mai treated the hospital room as she would to her own bedroom and the people who surrounded her were mostly to blame for it.

Because for Mai, it felt just like home whenever Uncle Taeyong would come and visit. He’d pull out papers and paints from his bag and encourage her to be creative. They would pin up their artworks on the walls for everybody to see, and she would giggle when she’ll overhear her uncle getting scolded by you for making a mess of the splatters they made, but he would always be forgiven for most of their works was of their family (uncles included; Uncle Taeyong wouldn’t allow them to be excluded).

It felt like home whenever Uncle Johnny would sneak around past visiting hours to bring Mai a new stuffed toy to add to her ever-growing collection. He would excuse himself that it was urgent, that the toys helped her sleep better at night, but they all knew that he was just too excited to see his niece’s reaction to waste a day. A wide variety of different water animals piled up near the bed, all courtesy of her uncle’s wallet and his tendency to spoil her.

Even on Mai’s worst days, it still felt like home. When she would curl into a position with her small fists digging into her chest that felt too constricted, completely unable to lift another finger because her body would be in too much pain, Yuta would be there to hold her hand. You would place her head on your lap, running your fingers through her hair to quietly soothe her until Mai would begin to forget that she was ever in pain.

Yuta hated the hospital, he hated how dreary it was. But it was home. As long as he had his family with him, it didn’t matter where home was—home was never just a place, it was a feeling he felt whenever he was with you and Mai. The hospital he had associated with nothing but misery for so long, Room 345 had become a place he could now look forward to coming home to.

Yuta dropped his cigarette and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, eager to wrap things up for the day so he could see his family again.

On her twenty-first day in the hospital, Mai had still shown no signs of recovery. Yuta was so sure that his nightmare was coming to life.

“We did everything we could, but her health is deteriorating every day and we’re running out of ways to keep her symptoms at bay.” Doctor Kang bowed his head, his guilty apologies falling on deaf ears.

Yuta’s fist collided with the wall, a loud crack resonating from its sheer impact.

“It’s unfortunate but for now the machines are keeping her alive.” Doctor Kang added, his voice lost in the midst of your inconsolable hysterics and Yuta’s fit of rage. “We’re still doing the best we could, but I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Nakamoto…”

The voice in Yuta’s head grew louder and louder, screaming that it was his fault, his fault, his fault. This time, he wasn’t able to shut it out.

When you were still carrying Mai in your womb—only three months into your pregnancy with barely a bump to show off—Yuta made a promise to give his unborn child the entire world.

He wanted to be the best father, the kind of father who would be capable of protecting them from all the harsh reality and the kind of father who would be by their side for all of their ups and downs. He would not miss a moment of his child’s life, he would watch them grow in front of his very eyes to be a person he’d be proud to call his child.

But now he couldn’t believe his eyes, Mai at five years old was lying on a hospital bed. He was looking at her so intently as if he was trying to commit her appearance into his mind—how the curve of her nose bore a resemblance to yours, how her lips reminded him of his own, and even how her eyes were similar to her grandmother’s; all of it, he instilled all of it.

Yuta found it painfully cruel how not a single feature of his late father was passed down to Mai. Nakamoto Tatsuo, the kind father that he was, had an appeal to his appearance and was a sight to behold but none of his traits could be distinguished from Mai’s face, it was just his weak heart that he passed unto her.

“Are you okay, papa?” Mai asked after a while of just observing her silent father, tilting her head confusedly at the sudden outburst of tears streaming down his cheeks. “I don’t like seeing papa cry.”

He nodded, wiping his cheeks rather aggressively, “You don’t have to worry about me, Mai. I’m alright.”

“Okay, I trust you… I love you, papa.” Mai smiled at him, and he burned the image into memory.

It happened on a day that felt too normal. Soft waves of laughter filled the room, accompanying it was Mai’s favorite movie soundtrack playing its pleasing tunes.

Mai was engrossed in a game of UNO with you, her small hands doing its best to carry a deck of The Little Mermaid themed cards. She had her tongue sticking out from focus, oblivious that you have been purposely making her win since the round had started.

Yuta, on the other hand, was tidying up the mess her uncles left when they had visited in the morning. He swore they coddled their niece too much.

Everything seemed so normal, it was just like any other day in the hospital. Mai was about to call her win, placing her final card in the pile, when her arm suddenly stiffened. She lurched over into a violent spasmodic fit, accidentally knocking off the stack of cards and snapping off the tubes she had in her nose that provided her oxygen.

You yelped in your startle, shaky fingers easing Mai into a position where she could breathe. For a moment, Yuta was frozen on his spot—utterly paralyzed by fear and panic as they had never seen their daughter have a seizure. He snapped back to reality soon after, forcing his legs to run out of the room and call for help.

Mai was still convulsing when Doctor Kang had finally arrived inside the room, he saw the condition she was in and he turned to Yuta who stood by the foot of the bed, watching the scene unfold with pure horror painted on his face.

“Both of you, get out now!” Doctor Kang’s voice bellowed, rushing to where Mai’s bed would pop its wheel. “I said, out!”

A horde of nurses barged into the room, ushering you and Yuta out of their way before either of you could’ve begun comprehending the situation. You were too stricken by shock, falling to the tiled floor as strangled sobs left your lips—desperate and helpless, while your husband stood by the door, gaping as he watched them wheel out his daughter to the direction of the emergency ward.

Yuta made his way to where the hospital bed used to be, kneeling down on the scattered mess they made of the playing cards. His vision blurred, he didn’t know where else he could find hope. It was as if he was merely just clawing at the seams that were threatening to pull apart any second.

He pressed his palms together, uttering a silent cry to a god he wasn’t quite sure he believed in anymore.

Yuta could not imagine living in a world where Mai was no longer.

A world where he would no longer wake up to her small hands shaking him awake, a world where he would no longer have to pick the peas off her dinner plate when you weren’t looking, a world where he would no longer need to take her to the beach just to satisfy her thirst of the ocean waves—he just couldn’t.

The world was robbing Yuta off witnessing the many firsts Mai was yet to experience, and he didn’t know if it was selfish of him that he couldn’t even think of accepting it. He wanted to see his daughter on her first day of school, to see her grow up and achieve her dreams and goals.

There was so much he had to know about her, to see her accomplish, but her clock was ticking. At age five, Mai was already laying on her deathbed. Unfairly so.

“She won’t be able to make it through the night.” Doctor Kang said, his head down low. “I’m so sorry.”

Hooked onto too many tubes to count, Mai rested on the hospital bed in her most peaceful slumber yet. She was unconscious to her mother’s cries, the first time Yuta had seen you crack in the eyes of others; you held onto her small frame for dear life, clutching onto her small pale hands as you laid beside her.

“What did we do wrong?” He heard you mutter to no one in particular, left it trembling in the suffocating air. “What the fuck did we do wrong?”

Yuta sat on the foot of the bed, unable to even look at Mai. He was scared, so terrified. In her final hours, he didn’t want to face her with a look that was sorrowful and guilt-ridden. He racked his brain of what to say, but he overwhelmed himself with his gazillion unsaid thoughts and it left ultimately him blank.

“Mai, are you listening?” He asked after a while, his voice hesitant and wavering. His throat felt dry as if he hasn’t spoken in years. When he received no reply, he let out a mirthless chuckle. He added, “Do you remember the first time we went to the beach?”

You craned your neck to meet Yuta’s eyes, bloodshot as yours were, and he didn't look away. He continued, “You were so little back then but you were rambunctious as ever. You loved the beach so much that I had to pretend that I got sick so we could go home.”

He saw your hand snake out of Mai’s blanket, holding it out for him to take. He caught it with his shaky fingers, tears tumbling out of his cheeks as he relished in the warmth you provided. Gripping on your hand with a tightness he couldn’t believe he was capable of in his state, you held on his even firmer; to assure him that you were there, that he was not alone.

“Mai,” You whispered in between hiccups, gazing at your daughter with such a tenderness Yuta knew was only reserved for Mai. “Mermaids and mermen don’t exist. It was only your papa who was swimming in the water when I pointed one to you.”

It was the crack in your voice that got him. You were letting yourself be vulnerable, and it pained him that it took you this long to finally allow yourself to be. The strong woman he was so in love with, falling apart right in front of him—somehow, you were still so beautiful. An absolute goddess that you were.

Tugging onto Yuta’s hand, he swallowed his reluctance and inched himself closer. He said on his way, “Mai, Uncle Johnny wasn’t the one who broke your favorite pail and shovel, it was me. I accidentally stepped on it and I blamed it all on your uncle because I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

It went on for a while, your family’s exchange of apologies and truths. It was all either of you could say, but Yuta wished this moment could last forever. You were being honest with your feelings and he was braving against his insecurities as a father, but he knew no matter how much tears he’d shed, Mai was still dying.

“Mai,” Tone a little softer, Yuta called out to his daughter once more. “You and your mama are the reasons why my life is worth living. You’ve both brought out a side of me that I never once imagined I was capable of having. But Mai, you especially are my strength.”

You burrowed your nose into the small of Mai’s neck, muffling your cries at your husband’s confession. He carried on, baring his soul out, “You are the light of my life and of so many others and Mai, we need you to stay alive… I need you to keep on living.”

Mai coughed, and Yuta’s eyes shot open. You drew back, in equal shock at her sudden awakening. She smiled at the sight of her parents, barely having the strength and energy to flutter open her lids all the way, “Papa, if I promise to, can we go back to the beach?”

A gasp ripped off your throat, fresh tears welling in your eyes as if you hadn’t already exhausted yourself from crying. While you latched yourself onto Mai’s fragile form, Yuta’s limbs moved before he could even process what was happening. He scrambled towards the both of you, throwing his arms around his family in a dogpile, clinging with all of his strength.

“Mama, your hair. It tickles.” Mai delicately giggled, scrunching her nose to evade your locks. She couldn’t move in either of your holds, allowing your and Yuta’s combined warmth and coziness to envelop her whole, almost soothing her to a state of tranquility she was never truly accustomed to all her life.

“I’m sorry, Mai.” You laughed breathlessly, a sense of relief washing over you, and you looked at her with a certain yearning. It was an apology that encapsulated everything—to your faults and shortcomings, you poured it all. “Let us make it up to you, okay?”

Yuta gently placed his palm against the side of her head, pressing his cheek against her head of hair and he didn't move an inch. He found comfort at the beating of her heart, faint but it was still there. He mumbled, “Tell us how can we make it up to you, Mai.”

“I want a new pail and shovel.” Mai hummed after a while of silence, letting you pepper her face with hurried kisses—sloppy kisses that would last her a lifetime—and ignoring the damp feeling on her scalp as she nestled into his father’s touch.

Home, Yuta thought once more, this is home. He savored the feeling for what he didn’t know would be the last time because on the night of August 5th of 2023, an hour after she had woken up from her heavily painkiller-induced condition, Nakamoto Mai died of heart failure.

Unknowingly, a little piece of her broken parents died with her. To fill the emptiness that she had left hollow in your hearts, you and your husband would turn to the beach for a taste of peace that neither of you wouldn’t ever fully attain again.

Life wasn’t fair, and Yuta doesn’t think it would ever be when it had already robbed him of his life’s purpose.

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