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queen-dahlia · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼��𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

The court, in its dusk hour, was wrapped in an ominous red color, as if smeared with blood.

The hallway, where the craftsmen have combined their skills, and the beautiful roses by the window, without exception, are dyed red.

The disgusting palpitations did not stop.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit..."

Emma: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Prince Gilbert, who offered to take me to Prince Chevalier, looked down at me suspiciously without stopping.

Gilbert: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Emma: "No, not particularly."

Gilbert: "Hmm?"

Having said that, Prince Gilbert looks forward again.

(What was it?)

(... Uhm.)

I felt like my legs had suddenly become faster.

(Why is it only today...!)

It's fast enough to make me realize that I've been walking with the same stride all this time.

Although hidden by my long skirt, my bandaged leg ached.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert—"

Gilbert: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Once again, the same question is repeated.

(I wonder. You seem to want me to say something out of my mouth...)

Emma: "... I'm tired."

I know that he does not like to lie, so I muddle through with safe words.

Finally, Prince Gilbert stopped and, for some reason, spread his arms wide.

Gilbert: "Then I'll carry you."

(That's your purpose, then!?)

Emma: "…I'll do my best to walk."

Gilbert: "You never learn, do you?"

Gilbert: "Would you rather be carried or forced?"

Emma: "I'm too embarrassed to be carried…"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I won't stop because it's funny to see a little rabbit who doesn't like it."

Unfortunately, Prince Gilbert seems to have been serious and lightly hugs me to his side, which does not suit his slender physique.

Emma: "Please, I'm just being a nuisance to Prince Gilbert—!"

Gilbert: "If you were a nuisance to me, I would have killed you, so it's okay."

(What's okay?!)

Gilbert: "I'll drop you if you get violent, okay?"

Emma: ". . . . ."

I felt he meant what he said, and I stopped resisting.

(I wonder if this is another trap to isolate me.)

Gilbert: "Oh, hold the cane, it's in the way."

When I hold the cane that Prince Gilbert gave me, I am surprised when I feel how heavy it is.

Emma: "It's heavy."

Gilbert: "Sometimes I hit people with it."

Emma: "... Is there something in this?"

(Prince Gilbert doesn't have a sword, so no way—)

Gilbert: "Heh, it's a secret."

(One more thing to report to Prince Chevalier.)

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The place where I was carried quietly without a care in my heart was the rose garden.

There is a figure in the garden surrounded by fresh roses that symbolizes Rhodolite.

Emma: "Prince Chevalier—"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Only when I get closer do I realize that Prince Chevalier is standing in a pool of blood.

The man lying at his feet was about to be carried away by knights from the foreign political faction.

(What... happened?)

Everything is red, even the usually pristine white cloak and the beautiful blonde hair of Prince Chevalier.

The trickles from the sword in his hand were rippling across the red swamp,

It was such a cruel scene, so far removed from my daily life, that I couldn't help but cover my mouth with my hand.

My blood began to run cold, and my eyes grew dark.

Gilbert: "How are you feeling, little bunny?"

Emma: "... I'm fine."

Gilbert: "Really? Well, it's not something you have to look at. It's dirty, so let's not go near it."

(Prince Gilbert seems to be used to it.)

Prince Gilbert, who was carrying me, stopped in his tracks.

???: "Well, well, well, Lord Gilbert. Aren't you tormenting our little rabbit too much?"

(Ah…)

It was Clavis who appeared from behind the pavilion.

I can't see his expression since it's backlit by the setting sun.

Clavis: "I never thought you'd bring her to a place like this."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm sorry about that. I only brought the little rabbit here because she was looking for Chevalier."

Clavis: "Well, how did you know my brother was here?"

Gilbert: "I saw Chevalier not too long ago."

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

Without uttering a single word, Prince Chevalier wipes away the blood and sheathes his sword.

His cold eyes are devoid of any emotion.

Emma: "What... happened?"

The voice that I finally uttered was pathetically trembling.

Clavis: "It's not that big of a deal. It's just the usual games."

Emma: "Games…?"

Clavis: "Of the eight princes, Chevalier is the genius who fights on many sides."

Clavis: "And all sorts of people are eager to rip off his head."

Clavis: "I can't help it if he deserves it, haha!"

(...So this person is an assassin sent to Prince Chevalier?)

I was horrified by the difference from the "everyday" life I knew.

Gilbert: "It's just typical of what happens when things are handled rationally."

Emma: "What do you mean?"

Gilbert: "How would you feel, for example, if someone you cared about had to die for his country?"

Gilbert: "Can you just accept that it can't be helped? Humans are not made that easily."

Gilbert: "But he does it without hesitation. That's why he's such a cruel and merciless beast."

Gilbert: "There is no way to win against killing people. As Belle, you've gained one insight, haven't you?"

(He’s just like Prince Gilbert…)

Gilbert: "Chevalier, the little rabbit wanted to see you."

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

His glacial sea eyes, which have lost their temperature, pierced through me.

A strange tension that made my throat dry just by staring back at them.

Emma: "... You seem to be busy, so I'll come back on a different day."

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

Prince Chevalier leaves the place as if he has lost interest in everything.

He seemed to have nothing on his mind, and his blood-stained backside looked like a "beast" just like Prince Gilbert.

(He's supposed to be a reliable ally, but I'm shaking...)

("Brutal and merciless beast" is what that meant.)

The unfamiliar sight was shocking, though,

But most of all, I was speechless at the fact that Prince Chevalier didn't think anything of it.

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Gilbert: "What should we do, little rabbit? Shall I kill him?"

Emma: "No!"

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Because... no one has the right to kill anyone."

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(... Maybe the Palace Court is a world where you can't say that.)

As I repeated shallow breathing to avoid the smell of blood as much as possible,

Clavis stood in front of us, blocking my view.

Clavis: "I must apologize for showing the young lady something she shouldn't have seen. --Cyril."

Clavis beckons the man who was leading the knights.

The knight, with his flamboyant red hair, wore a leopard insignia on his chest.

Clavis: "It's almost dinner time. Prepare a feast for Lord Gilbert."

Gilbert: "No way, are you trying to separate me from the little bunny?"

Clavis: "Oh. You're a bit too much of a distraction, or a bit too much of a presence, to comfort the young lady."

Clavis: "The young lady would be more than happy to be alone with me, wouldn't she?"

Gilbert: "I don't think so. She would be so lonely to be separated from me that she might cry."

(Maybe... Clavis has something he wants to tell me?)

Emma: "I won't be lonely, I'll be fine."

Gilbert: "Do you know the word "flattery"?"

Emma: "... I'm afraid that Prince Gilbert might not like it better if I say something I don't truly mean."

Gilbert: "Heh... correct. You're smart."

Gilbert: "Oh well. I don't know what kind of mischief Clavis is up to, but I'm hungry."

Gilbert: "I'll torment your knight, so return the little rabbit as soon as possible, okay?"

Cyril: "…Goodbye, my peace."

Prince Gilbert finally lowered me to the ground.

But just before I left, his lips were on my ear.

Gilbert: "Be careful not to let Clavis bully you."

Gilbert: "He's more dangerous than I am, you know?"

(...I don't think there is anyone more dangerous than Prince Gilbert...)

He takes the cane from my hand, and Prince Gilbert turns away.

Clavis: "Shall we move to another place?"

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After walking for a while, Clavis stopped in an empty garden.

Once we reached this point, the red scenery I had seen in the rose garden seemed as far away as a dream.

(I'm Belle, what's the point of running away from reality?)

Clavis: "Well, Emma."

Clavis' shady smile disappears, and his face becomes frighteningly serious.

A grim feeling began to pound in my chest at the face I saw for the first time.

Clavis: "I have a favor to ask of you after what you saw."

Emma: "…What is it?"

(I guess that means not to tell anyone else. Or maybe he'll ask me to pass it on to the other princes.)

Clavis, with narrowed golden eyes, goes behind a nearby tree.

Then he came back holding something dull and shiny in his hand.

Emma: "... That's!"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "... What's that?"

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Clavis: "Come on, Emma, you've got to move your hand. I'm not going to make it through the night by myself."

Quickly, Clavis moves his hands with a beaming smile.

It is heartbreaking to watch the soil of the beautiful garden being dug up and the wind holes being drilled.

(I need to escape, I need to get away right now.)

Clavis: "Emma, are you listening?"

Emma: "I can hear you."

Clavis: "I see. Since you didn't answer, I thought you were just standing there and passed out, haha!"

Emma: "…Clavis, what are you doing?"

Clavis: "You can tell just by looking at it, right?"

Emma: "Are you digging a hole?"

Clavis: "Yes, I'm making a pitfall."

Emma: "I see..."

Emma: "…I have some business to attend to, if you'll excuse me."

Clavis: "Wait, wait, wait! Don't try to leave without a shovel!"

(What was that tension just now!?)

I place the dull-colored shovel handed to me on the ground and breathe deeply.

Another nightmare, different from the sight of blood, spread before my eyes, and I wanted to cry.

(Oh, by the way, I've heard from Sariel...)

(Clavis is the court's trapmaster.)

Clavis: "This pit is a special one, where the fate of the nation depends on it."

Emma: "I don't want to be a part of creating a pitfall on which fate will depend."

Clavis: "Haha, well, hear me out. It is the disaster of the world who will fall into this pit."

Emma: "That would cause a diplomatic issue!"

Clavis: "This is a pretty little thing compared to the people that man set up."

Clavis laughs as he digs diligently and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Clavis: "Perhaps, though, Gilbert was the one who initiated that game earlier."

Emma: "Huh…"

After a nightmare, we are suddenly brought back to reality.

Without stopping to dig a hole, Clavis continued his story.

Clavis: "For some time now, that man has wanted to kill our Chevalier."

Emma: "W-Why?"

Clavis: "Because he is a threat. Chevalier is responsible for most of our country's defense."

Clavis: "You'd think killing one person would be enough?"

Clavis: "But despite the deterioration of relations with Obsidian, we have managed to counter the threat to this day..."

Clavis: "No doubt because of Chevalier's diplomatic tactics, including his military."

Clavis: "On the other hand, without Chevalier, there would be a huge opening for Rhodolite."

Clavis: "So, the world's disaster is after Chevalier's head all year long to take advantage of this opportunity."

(...I think what Clavis said is true. But it's bugging me.)

Emma: "Prince Gilbert is the ever-victorious marshal, isn't he?"

Emma: "Winning all the time means never losing..."

Emma: "But if it was Prince Gilbert who attempted to assassinate Prince Chevalier this time, he would have failed."

Clavis: "Oh, you're a brilliant woman. You've got a good eye, don't you?"

Clavis stops and crawls out of the hole to brush the dirt off his clothes.

Clavis: "Gilbert von Obsidian is a genius among geniuses, on a par with Chevalier—"

Clavis: "There is nothing pointless in that action. Even a "failed assassination attempt" must have some purpose."

Emma: "Is there any purpose other than the life of Prince Chevalier?"

Clavis: "Yeah, any idea what that could be?"

Clavis: "For example, why did you come to the Rose Garden with Gilbert?"

Clavis: "Why were you being carried? Why did you have to see blood?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(I'd say it's all a coincidence... but really?)

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Gilbert: "Think about it, little rabbit."

Gilbert: "If I had seen it all coming, even you coming to the room..."

Gilbert: "You know I'm the one who put you in this situation, right?"

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Clavis: "I'll tell you one thing. There is no such thing as coincidence in genius."

Clavis: "Some things are inevitable... he manipulates the situation as he sees fit, like pawns on a board."

Clavis: "Of course, he's not an omniscient, omnipotent god, so there will be gaps, but he's different from ordinary people."

Clavis: "That's why, Emma, when dealing with geniuses, you always question everything."

Clavis: "It's alright to be suspicious. If your mind gets tired, I'll do something about it, okay?"

Clavis picks up the shovel that I just put on the ground and hands it to me.

(With Yves... Clavis is worried about me too...)

(... Somehow, I wonder if that was the main purpose...)

The mystery of the sudden pitfall is solved, and my cheeks relax.

The court is turning into a cold world day by day, but the princes are on my side.

Emma: "Thank you. I will keep that in mind."

When I received the shovel in my hand that had stopped shaking, his shady smile deepened.

Clavis: "Good. Now..."

Clavis: "Do your best to dig, too, okay?"

Emma: "That's a different story, isn't it!?"

Clavis: "Hahaha!"

Emma: "...I'll just do a little bit."

(I'll keep you company just as long as it doesn't put too much stress on my feet.)

The intention was to disguise the fear that had stuck with me by doing something different.

Emma: "By the way... why do you think Prince Gilbert showed me Prince Chevalier soaked in blood?"

Clavis: "Isn't it jealousy? You and Chevalier are good friends, haha!"

(...I don't know...)

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Yves: "I have a feeling that he is trying to isolate you from the rest of the court."

Yves: "By deliberately showing off your friendship to so many people, you'll make more enemies and have them focus their malice on you."

Yves: "He's trying to trample on your heart."

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(...Prince Chevalier was absolutely on my side.)

(If I fear Prince Chevalier and distance myself from him because of this incident, I will be one step closer to isolation.)

(But still, I don't know what he wants to accomplish by isolating me, so it's a roundabout way of doing things.)

But there are some things I'm certain of.

(If this continues, I will be trampled by malice.)

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Before I knew it, the sun had set and a tent of stars covered the sky.

The chilly night air makes me want to rub my body.

However, the atmosphere here wasn't friendly.

Gilbert: "Hey, did you know? I heard from an acquaintance of mine that this kind of sitting is called "kneeling."

(My legs... are getting numb.)

My face contorted as I sat in the arduous position of bending both legs.

Clavis and I were sitting side by side next to a huge hole, which was a bit pathetic.

Gilbert: "First of all, are you sorry?"

Emma: "…I'm very sorry."

(Prince Gilbert... He jumped into the hole with glee.)

I ended up completing the pit with Clavis,

And I had to hide in the bushes to watch as Prince Gilbert was taken out to the garden by Cyril.

However, Prince Gilbert, who is known as an ever-victorious general, was not oblivious to the pitfalls.

The sight of him smiling, jumping into the hole, and gracefully landing on the ground is etched in my brain as a traumatic experience.

(I'm feeling much better now thanks to creating the pit, so it can't be all bad... Yeah.)

Rather than being angry with us, Prince Gilbert smirked and made fun of us.

Clavis: "I'm surprised that this joke is not getting through to you. You have a very narrow mind." // "I'm surprised this joke won't work. You are so narrow-minded."

Gilbert: "I've been good to you, haven't I? I'm kinder to you than your brother."

Gilbert: "But, little rabbit, your feet have gone numb, haven't they? I'll carry you."

Emma: "No—"

Gilbert: "I'll carry you... okay?"

Emma: "…Thank you very much."

(For once, it's my fault, so I will listen to what Prince Gilbert says.)

(Frankly, I'm not even sure I can walk right now.)

I stagger to my feet, and Prince Gilbert picks me up.

He entrusted me with his cane, as he had done before, and I grasped it tightly.

Clavis: "Hmmm... you're really eager to hold Emma, aren't you?"

Gilbert: "It's a great way to show off our friendship."

Clavis: "You don't need to make that kind of appeal to get your point across. You're madly crazy for Emma."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm so embarrassed that I am crazy for her."

(…You don't even think about it in your heart.)

Gilbert: "Ah, yes. Clavis, in exchange for setting that pitfall for me, I have a favor to ask you."

Clavis: "You're kidding... even without the pit, you were going to ask for it, weren't you?" **

Gilbert: "Well. You know better than anyone that what I'm asking is absolute."

Clavis: ". . . . . ."

(……?)

Prince Gilbert looks down at Clavis, who remains seated, with a smile.

Gilbert: "Give me two, no, three invitations to the soirée."

Gilbert: "That secret soirée you're hosting."

Clavis: ". . . . . ."

(Clavis?)

Clavis, who until then had seemed to be in a pleasant mood, suddenly seemed to stiffen.

Gilbert: "Hey, is there something wrong with that?"

Clavis: "…No, you are a very special guest. I'm sure the guests will be surprised to see you."

Gilbert: "Heh, isn't that what "amusement" is all about? That's what you love."

Clavis: "Hm, that's true."

(Oh, I get it.)

I don't know what secret soirées are like, but for some reason it sends a shiver down my spine.

Clavis: "All right. I'll get you the invitations."

Gilbert: "Thank you... Little rabbit, you're coming with me, okay?"

Emma: "Me too?"

Gilbert: "Yeah, it's like I'm going for you."

Under the starry sky, a refreshing smile can be seen.

Gilbert: "You want to know who sent the assassins to Chevalier?"

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years ago

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All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 9: Post-op

Story Masterpost

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Thanks to @static-stars and @appelsiinilight, without whom I wouldn't have ever written this far into the story! 🥰

Thistle has been through a harrowing experience and has taken just about as much adventure and stress as his tiny body can handle. Let's find out how he's doing!!

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"Thistle?......... Thistle, are you awake?"

"No," he mumbled.

Amused laughter, faint and far above him.

"Thistle, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Tired," he muttered, fighting through thick black fog to reach the surface where everyone else was. "I'm so tired, I've never been this tired. Please let me sleep. Don't make me be awake yet."

The voices stopped bothering him for a while, and three seconds later when a few more hours had passed, they came back.

“How ya feeling, buddy?”

Thistle groaned and tried to roll over.

“Don’t try and move, sweetheart.”

“When happen?” Thistle blinked his eyes open, finally being pulled into some semblance of wakefulness. Everything was dark–until he heard the squeak of metal hinges, and a door opening, letting light flood in on him.

He was in one of the metal kennels he’d seen at the vet’s office. The ones with wire cage doors, except apparently they’d blocked his off somehow, to keep him secret. He might have been anxious about this–and about the hands touching his shoulders, but he was still so, so tired–he had no energy to be anxious, let alone try to run away.

“It’s been a few hours.” Marcy’s voice. “It seems like everything went well. How does it feel?”

“It feels like nothing.”

“The pain meds will probably be in his system until tomorrow morning.” The voice of the doctor, the nice one who’d said she would make his legs stop hurting so much. “I expect he’ll need more soon. Just don’t give him more than 2mL in a 24-hour period.”

Thistle fought to accomplish the Herculean feat of raising his head to look down at his legs. They were all wrapped up, multiple layers of bandages and braces and wire–the whole thing encased in a metal device that looked like it was pulling his leg taut–to keep him from flexing the muscles attached to the broken bones, he realized.

“Thank you,” he said muzzily. His head dropped back down.

“It should be okay for him to go home now. Just follow the instructions in that packet. I’ll make sure I’m alone in the office at 8AM tomorrow, and I should be able to come by at 5, or I can cancel appointments if there’s an emergency. The pain meds are for however much he needs them, but do make sure he takes the full course of antibiotics.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much, oh my god, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Just doing my job.”

Marcy’s soft hands on his shoulders again, the pads of her fingers stroking his head. “Thistle, are you ready to go home now?”

He tilted his head back, looking at her face, enormous and upside-down. “G’home…? I’m not still sick…?”

“You’ll be doing the rest of your recovery at home. We can leave whenever you feel up to it.”

“Okay,” Thistle said. Up to it, he has to be up to it. “I can leave–Just, just give me a few minutes to–to stand up.”

“Oh, no,” Marcy said, and there was light pressure from the fingers, pinning him down gently. “No, don’t get up. We’re going to be carrying you for a while.”

He sagged with relief. Of course they wouldn’t be making him walk, that was silly. Still, the idea of being jostled around in a hand wasn’t much better. “Okay. Please just be steady.”

“We rigged up a little thing to carry you,” Marcy said. “So you can just lie on it, and it’ll keep you as stable as possible. We need to make sure you don’t move around too much until you’re all better.”

“Oh.” Marcy was so smart, so kind, so nice… He reached up and patted her finger. “Thank you. Hehe. Mieas mias…teeel, amamaz….ahaha…Marcy….Telgeta, Marcy, Marcegeta, hehe…”

“All right, don’t hurt yourself, now.” A little device appeared next to him, something made of wood and cloth and rubber bands. “I’m going to lie you down in this, okay?”

“Thank you, Marcy. You’re so smart.” Huge fingers curled around him, getting under him. “You’re so smart, and nice…and…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” The last yell came as Marcy picked him up and electric pain shot through his legs. He squirmed and whimpered. “Fuck, hurts, Marcy, hurts, it hurts.”

“Fuck, sorry, sorry.” Marcy brought her other hand up to support his legs, keeping them straight, and the pain faded. “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.”

Thistle groaned and tried to stifle his wiggling.

“Lalitha, can you–”

A second pair of hands came over and slid the device underneath of Thistle, and Marcy set him down in it. He sunk into it comfortably. It was a little bit like a hammock, suspended by rubber bands, to keep it steady yet allow it to sway, dampening the motions so it didn’t suddenly jolt him. Thistle quieted down as he was lowered into it, the pain meds erasing all the aches and pains he would have felt while lying there still.

“So how about it, buddy? You ready to go home?”

“Yes,” Thistle answered, and then immediately fell back asleep.

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It was dark when he woke up again, but he heard Marcy snoring. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the faint outline of familiar shapes–his belongings. He was inside his little wooden house.

He groaned as he came to, his legs aching again. As he became more lucid, snatches came back to him–Marcy talking to him in the car, carting him into the house, asking where he wanted to be put down. He’d answered in his little house, on the table. He barely remembered it–he’d been drifting in and out of sleep the whole time.

He was awake now, though. He’d gotten a decent amount of sleep–although he would prefer to just keep sleeping if he were perfectly honest—-but what had woken him up was the pain in his lower body.

Oh, that must be the pain meds wearing off.

He remembered Lalitha talking about this. He just needed to ask for more, right? He fumbled around in bed, trying to think of some way to get Marcy’s attention. She was quite closeby judging by the snoring, but he was in his little house and all the windows were closed.

“Marcy,” he said, and when he got no response, repeated louder, “Marcy!”

The snoring stopped, and he heard the sound of her enormous body shifting on the couch. “Hm, Thistle?” her sleepy voice said.

“I’m awake now, Marcy.”

“Can I open the window?”

“Yes.”

Marcy’s hand appeared, drawing the window open, and then her face came down level with the window. “Hey! How are you feeling?”

He still hurt, but it didn’t feel like he was actively dying anymore, which was definitely an improvement. “Better.”

“Good. Do you wanna come out?”

“Sure. You can open the roof.”

Marcy unhinged the top of the little wooden construction, reaching down in and picking him up bodily by the hammock-like device he was still lying in. She set him on the coffee table outside his house, then shut it again.

“I’m starting to hurt again,” he said. “Can I have medicine? For the pain? Or did the doctor say not to yet?”

Marcy checks her phone. “Let’s see, what time it is…Yeah, it’s been way more than 8 hours at this point, so we should be good to give you another dose. We need to give you your antibiotics too.”

Thistle let out a puff of air. “Thank you for keeping track of my medicine, I don’t think I could do it.”

The tip of Marcy’s pointer finger stroked his temple. “Of course. You just focus on getting better now.” She wanted to ask about what had happened, and why he’d run out in the middle of the night, but figured that’d be a conversation for later, when he wasn’t so overwhelmed.

Marcy got a syringe to measure out the tiny amount of medicine, serving it to him in one of his novelty-sized small mugs. It tasted foul, but he forced himself to down it.

“What do you want to do now?” Marcy said. “I imagine you won’t wanna do anything but watch TV for the next few days.”

He nodded. “I think I’d like to go back to sleep, if that’s okay.”

“Of course. Back in the house?”

“Nah, I can stay out here. I’ll just doze.”

“Okay. I think I’d like to go back to sleep, too. I’m pretty tired. I called off work today.”

Thistle was completely disoriented about what time of day it was, but luckily he didn’t have to concern himself with such things. “Okay.”

“Anything else for now?”

“No, I think this is good. Thank you for taking care of me, Marcy.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled fondly at him as she lay down on the couch. The couch, she’d slept on the couch to be near him, so she could help him as soon as he woke up. I love you, Marcy.

Marcy was back asleep fairly quickly. Thistle lay awake a bit longer, waiting for the pain medicine to kick in, so the stabbing pain in his legs would stop keeping him awake.

Movement out of the corner of his eye, from the couch. Except it wasn’t Marcy. It was two mousey brown shapes on the back of the couch.

Violet and Petunia, the two mouse-borrowers who’d gotten him into this wretched mess. They’d put up such a fuss about not wanting to go near humans, and now they were here, two feet away from Marcy as she slept.

“You!” Thistle hissed.

Marcy stirred at his yell, and Violet and Petunia both bolted down and out of sight. The human rolled over, but otherwise made no movement.

Thistle eased himself back in his hammock a little so that he could sit up. He crossed his arms stormily.

A minute later, he heard the distinct sound of Violet climbing up onto the coffee table. Her furry hands appeared a moment later, pulling her up. Petunia clung to her back like a monkey.

“You have a lot of nerve!” Thistle snapped in a strained whisper. “You left me there! You didn’t tell them where I was!”

“No!” Violet said. “I’m sorry, we tried to do it, to get to the house, but the dug was in the way.”

Thistle’s face darkened. He was absolutely fuming. “I was lying there for forever! I almost died!”

“I’m sorry,” Violet said again. “I’m sorry, please, please get it, we did our best, I-I wouldn’t have just left ya there, I swear, I swear we tried to get all the way to the house and get the beans’ attention somehow, but they came out on their own before that.”

“I’m sorry, mister,” Petunia said. “I am, really we are, I promise we’re so, so sorry.”

Thistle let out a sigh. These two had already been struggling when he’d found them, it was hardly a surprise they’d failed to make it all the way to the house and communicate to the humans where he was, before Marcy realized something was off, woken up by his shout. “Okay, I guess. Well, I had surgery, and I should get better, so I guess it’s okay.”

“So you’ll let us stay here?” Violet said.

“What!” Thistle peeped. “When did I say that?”

They all fell quiet as Marcy let out a breath and rolled over again.

“Please let us,” Petunia said. “Please, our folks passed down, and it’s just been Vivi trying t'take care of me, and it’s so hard to find a good place.”

Thistle rubbed his temples. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just tell Marcy you’re here?”

“Please don’t!” Petunia cried, terrified. “Please! The beans can’t know!”

Same as Jewel. He wanted to tell, so, so badly, he didn’t want to keep things from Marcy. But he knew all too well what it felt like to be terrified and helpless before someone so much larger and more powerful than you.

“Fine,” he sighed disgustedly. “It’s not my house, so I don’t have the authority to give you permission to stay. But I won’t tell Marcy you’re here.”

Petunia smiled widely, showing the gap between her front teeth, and clapped her little hands. “Thank you, mister! You won’t even know we’re here!”

Sheesh, how many little creatures were going to secretly call this place home ? Thistle settled back down into his hammock. “Well, if you’re going to-”

He looked up to see that they’d already gone, leaving him alone.

“Goddamn it!” Thistle shouted.

Marcy jolted. “Hm? Is everything all right?”

“Oh,” said Thistle. “Um, yeah. Sorry.”

“Did you move your leg in a way that hurt?”

Ugh, he hated this, hated hated hated being expected to lie to Marcy. He nodded, knowing if he opened his mouth to try and lie a bunch of garbage would come out.

“Well, let me know if you want more medicine. Sleep well.”

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honeybeewhereartthee · 1 year ago

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PINK KKOMAS 144

Spoiler for my stoes

"what if your in a reincarnation in an otome genre world? Since usually we have pink hair. Lucii have long pink hair. The world will think. "Huh. Is this the protagonist...?" Then proceed to put him in the heroine role. Then MC turn out to be the villain. Trying to follow the fate of her character she tried to take all the attention of the character except it backfire because it was a yandere otome world. And it's Lucii with MC. All the love interest perish instead making it a happy ending for those two!"

Hallow speak that in one breath after he remembers the novelist and gossiping Ghost who often tell him about such plots and story line. It was so interesting but others says Ghost is being noisy.

"... Ahaha. Does it include him wearing dress for heroine?" Blood chuckle as he give a side eyes to the angel who rolled his eyes at the question of the domain master.

"What about you? What's your role in the story then, howl-nii?" Kiseki ask interested in the new story that ghost have told the undead. He did notice him hanging up with the underworld butler for a while back in the estate, after he was caught stealing food for the other KKOMAS.

"oh. I'll be the side kick of the villain to support MC! It mean I can stick by their side all the time..." He smile before he was pulled by the side by baby blue when a projectile -- being a fish bone went flying to where his face was earlier. Good thing the little spider by his side pulled him away.

"Ah???" Suddenly the undead can feel fear until it was gone with a smack sound.

"Hanii don't be a bully or I'll hate you for real." You nags the angel who thrown the fish bone just now who rolled his eyes through he rub the hit you did on his head. "What it I forget about you with that smack..." He mumble which earn a look from you.

"It's not like everyone can remember everything about something forgetting something to make you stop bullying the poor hallow is good punishment unless you want to take back your shift when aira take over your role with that boss of yours." You clicked your tongue as you cannot help but sigh.

Through you smile and give him sweets again to say sorry for smacking him too much. You felt slightly bad. But you sure did not hit him enough after bullying bee and others all the time cause they spend a moment with you.

"thank you.. and you too little one." Hallow bows at you and then to the little spider who stared at hallow and seems to says something.

"...it doesn't matter if his all in one. You cannot call him oniisan. Or your brother will be an oni if he hears this." Blood tells baby blue who seems to call Hallow big brother after seeing a mirage vision of his older brother in the place of Hallow

"oh? It's ok. If you call me anything you want little one." Hallow smiles as he pats baby blue head, making the little spider look at him before he was hugged. He seems to call him something beaming in joy. "... He calls you brother owl. Which is ironic since owl technically eats spiders." The spider pinky plays with his spoon. Balancing it with his one finger before he held it with two finger and wiggle it till it become contorted and like his spider web he slowly form a pin with a spider design. It seems he manage to copy what Doll can do but with other materials through it's more of raw straight than other thing.

"here." He flick it to the side of Kiseki who look at it in amazement and smiles warmly. "Thank you! Kiseki will help you with your l--"the young Inkling about to blurt something that he talks about with Baby blue before in terms of sign language and drawing but he was shut up by baby blue who run as speed of light toward Kiseki to shut him up.

"...:))" Blood smiles at blue which made the other sweat drop refusing to meet his eyes. "Your quite close to gossip things you shouldn't..." As blood stood up. Baby blue already sprint away in fear of being told off to his brother about his mischief today. "Silly spider. You cannot escape me..." Blood chuckle before he disappear in dark pink light and he tackle baby blue who was down the hill already and tickle him. "!!!!"

"you have been caught and you cannot escape but suffer the consequences!!" Blood exclaim as the little spider chuckle till his side hurt and can't anymore. Kiseki watch in distance in daze. As if lost on his own thoughts again while looking at the pin blood made for him.

#pink kkomas

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years ago

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Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool.

a/n: the /srs version of wake me up, before you go and also my apology to the dazai fans who had to witness that </3333. i was gonna add a get krissed pic but like dont worry, im so nice. and i get that dazai is #emotionallyconstipated but yk there are times where you literally cant just hold back ur tears

cw: blood, near death, angsty dazai

#Osamu Dazai

“I always lose the things I don't want to lose the most. That's why I don't feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it. That's just how things are. There is nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering.”

for the most part, that had always been the case; ango’s betrayal, mori sacrificing odasaku, and even his ‘friendship’ with chuuya, dazai abandoned. everything truly cherished was lost.

waiting for his record to clear was hell. staying in bars all around yokohama and passing out on his futon. now he was just a numb and hallow waste of bandages, playing as ‘the fool’ was getting much harder. nothing could make him feel quite as human as odasaku did.

that was until he met you, his weakness, a poison that only worked on him.

dazai had always hoped that once he left the mafia— just maybe, he’d finally be rid of his sins; maybe god would let him be happy, maybe he could be happy with you.

this is not what he wanted, not what he expected. it was supposed to be a simple date, having some well deserved time together after the guild aftermath.

“osamu, look! there’s the crepe stand that kyoka kept talking about, it’s still here!” you grinned, pointing at the pink and white striped food stand. “my, that looks delicious, dear! oh… it seems ive forgotten my wallet again, ahaha..” he giggles to himself.

it was going so well. until he interrupted it.

whoosh, splot, splot

“i expected that, don’t worry i have my wallet with me!” you giggled back in return, running briskly towards the desserts.

STAB!

a blade made of blood pierced your chest. the weapon returned to its’ owner, a masked assassin, his identity hidden by a white mask and a black coat.

foamy blood leaking from wound at a steady pace, now was not the time to worry about him. he hit a major artery of yours. if he was even just a second late taking you to dr. yosano, he could lose you.

for now, dazai was able to stop bleeding with his hand, every step he took soaked up his bandages once more. he stumbled on his lanky legs, his arms shaking. he couldn’t lose you. this time, he was truly able to do something about this, he could save you, and god, he’d be damned if would lose you too.

finally making up the final flight of stairs to the agency, he opened the door in quite the showy matter, fumbling with the door to the clinic. “dr. yosano!” the brunette huffed breathily. “s/o!” she grabs your body into her arms, warmth slowly leaving your body, your heartbeat declining.

“get out, dazai. i need to prep for emergency surgery” the doctor said before she pushed dazai out and locking the door. for a few minutes, all that he could do was stand there in wait, desperately trying to look through the opaque window.

“dazai!” kunikida jogged towards his partner. “i thought you two were going on a date! what the hell happened?” he angrily yet gently shouted. he didn’t know dazai well at all, but for one thing, he was sure how much he adored you.

“…” dazai didn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything. a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, a feeling of unending and overwhelming despair in his eyes. “dazai! i need to know what happened.” kunikida asked once more.

“an assassin came.” he wanted to say more, he wanted to break into tears, yet he couldn’t, he couldn’t feel anything. “…i see. i’ll tell the president. just clean up and wait for his directions.” dazai nodded as kunikida walked slowly out of the hall.

drop.

ah..? his coat is wet. no, its not blood, its a tear, he’s crying. his bloody hands covering his eyes. this assassin must’ve known how much he loved you, perhaps he was a member of the guild?

knowing yosano, she’ll do everything in her power to make sure you live. “i should change…” he quietly thinks aloud, you would complain to him about how he never takes care of himself, even saying he smells like a rotting corpse.

slowly getting up, he goes over to the agency’s dorms and taking a shower. aha, people must’ve given him funny looks.

‘ah… i don’t have much clothes, huh..?’ he laughs to himself at how you’d usually force him on the weekends to go with you to the mall. “you never have any outfits in your closet, osamu! it’s just your trenchcoats and a suit!” your sweet voice ringing in his thoughts.

putting on his suit, he started to head back to the agency. this suit, there are still crimson stains and subtle scents of liquor on it.

opening the door back to agency, the president was near naomi’s desk. “dazai, s/o was targeted by an assassin?” the president questioned. “yes, sir. im guessing it was by a member of the guild.” he responded. yosano came into the office.

“dazai, ive managed to stabilize their current condition but it was still a major artery that was hit so currently, they’re passed out and on life support.” hesitantly, he walked into the clinic, a bitter scent of soap flooding his senses, it’s been a while since he’s been in a hospital.

on his left, he saw you, breathing steadily, still as attractive as the day he saw you. he sat down on the stool next to your bed, clasping your immobile hands in his.

“i don’t know right now if they’ll wake up, it’s most likely that we’re only delaying the inevitable. but there’s still a chance they’d wake up.” yosano said as she checked your vitals. “dr. yosano, keep them here for as long as it takes. they’ll wake up, i know it.” dazai said, his voice flat with a conviction deep in him.

yosano looked at him and smiled. “don’t worry, dazai. i’ll do everything i can. go ahead and stay here as long as you’d like.”

dazai had always hoped that once he left the mafia— just maybe, he’d could be granted a pardon, perhaps he could’ve had a future with you, maybe life could’ve been worth living.

The moment he get his hands on something worth going after, it is lost. That's just how things are and always will be.

#mod maki #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader

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robin-buck1ey · 2 years ago

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Ronance concept:

(Not a theory just a possibility fun to ponder)

From the time Steve and Nancy spent together, from what Eddie said, from Dustin pushing him, Steve was convinced he had feelings for Nancy wheeler once again. He decided to make a move assuming she felt the same and as he had just kissed her, Robin came upon them. Instantly her heart raced and she started to shake and dropped her flash light making Steve and Nancy see Robin run off. Steve stays there realizing he didn’t actually have feelings for Nancy, what he felt when he kissed her was love or romance, it was nostalgia. Nancy however tan after Robin and didn’t take too long to catch up to Robin because as Robin has said not only is she a weird runner, but dislikes it a lot. Robin realizes Nancy’s right there and with tears in her eyes she starts to ramble. “Nancy sorry I don’t know why I’m crying ahaha must just be everything happening recently that’s all sorry if I spooked you I didn’t mean to I’m alright you can go back to Steve now” her voice was shaky and cracked a few times not convincing Nancy that she was telling the truth or that she was okay, maybe it was her journalistic instinct but she needed to know. “Robin…” her voice was soft “is this because of Steve? Do you like him I thought that it was ya know platonic with a capital P I’m so sorry he just kissed me and if I knew you liked him I would have shut him down from the very beginning I didn’t think he was gonna make a move.” Nancy found herself almost in tears too but unlike Robin she wasn’t exactly sure why. “No no no it’s not Steve you are right I could never like Steve, no offense! I just meant as much as we make great best friends I’ll never be able to like him that way.” Robin said defeated. Nancy still miss understanding promises, “Robin seriously you don’t have to pretend you don’t like him just to protect my feelings I’ve gone through a lot of shit, I don’t need protection.” Nancy stumbled at her words “Nancy” Robin said more sternly this time, “I don’t have feelings for Steve, I never will be able to, because I’ll never like any guys, Nance,” Robin paused hoping she would realize. Nancy paused, she think she may understand a bit. “So if this is about Steve then why are you so upset?” Nancy said still a bit puzzled by it all. Robin broke her stare from Nancy, she couldn’t bring herself to say any more. Nancy took a step closer and her eyes moved back and forth looking at each of Robins like she was trying to read her mind some how. She gulped, before grabbing robins hand and giving it a squeeze. “Robin…he kissed me, I— I didn’t kiss him Robin, I don’t feel that way about him anymore” Robin lifted her head, a new look in her eyes but not much facial expressions change. “B-but on the boat Nance, you would stop staring at him” “oh Robin” Nancy said softly before cupping her hand on robins face to wipe s tear, then pulling her into a kiss. Robin was hesitant but she quickly melted, the kiss not lasting very long, but more then Robin ever thought she could ask for.

(So…that went longer then expected so I’ll be surprised if you actually read that all but enjoy the ronance)

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 2 years ago

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"Feel free to drop any particular requests!!" Do you have any w/ the miscommunication trope? Everyone hates it but I love the hurt/comfort in it

Ahaha

I always always have a miscommunication trope (since most of the main ships suffer from it-)

LMK:

Sun WuKong and Macaque have the most disgusting miscommunication.

Sun Wukong goes off to meet people and gets trapped. Dragged onto a journey and goes radio silent to his closest friends and Allies. Macaque is worried and they are constantly defending their home from demons and hunters.

Sun WuKong is having a not so bad time with the pilgrims. Exploring and fighting. He doesn’t think to check or even request a check up on his home and friends. He just assumes everything is fine.

Macaque cant get in contact with WuKong. He’s probably worried sick and thinks he’s suffering. Demon monkeys have been treated lowly, what if they’re hurting him??

Macaque didn’t know Sun Wukong wasn’t being hurt. Sun Wukong never knew the severity of what Macaque suffered. Even when he returned to find their home destroyed but slowly being built back up.

When they finally get the chance to talk it out, LBD has already been dealt with. Wukong has to corner Macaque into opening up. Their at a stalemate until a disgruntled MK and Mei yell out their respective insecurities. (SWKs: Need for affection and LEMs: Abandonment issues)

The initial conversation is extremely painful. So much that could have been avoided put out in the open. They can hardly look at one another at first. Macaque glaring at his feet while Wukong has found his tail rather interesting. The first sorry Macaque ever gets is so soft he thought he imagined it. Until he turns to see SWK staring at him. Genuine and heavy regret settled on his face. He meant it.

This fuckers getting teased by MK and Mei later.

SVSSS

Shen Jiu is a walking trope.

He never tells his feelings fully and just shuts down his irritants. People assumed he was a noble son. Arrogant and pompous. His skills were greatly affected by his scarred core and no one ever knew. The ones that did know never asked, knowing Shen Jiu wouldn’t open up about it.

Yue Qi assumed everything was okay, despite Shen Jiu almost killing him and having to kill his master for Yue Qi to live. He never addresses the Main issue between them. He gives a half assed apology that does nothing but upset Shen Jiu. Causing more of a rift between Shen Jiu and other disciples. They think he’s being rude to Yue Qi when that boy did nothing but corner and bother Shen Jiu without giving him a proper conversation.

It takes years for them to recognize that Shen Jiu was never the assumptions they had for him. It takes a near death experience and a distraught little girl to wrench the peak lords out of their own ass.

Ning Yingying wasn’t the only small child he had cared for. There was a child born from one of his old brothel friends. A kind young woman that was murdered by a jealous wife, sneaking in a demon. Her daughter had been hidden for safety, no one cared who the father was, they just wanted to keep her little flower safe. This baby had grown to be an exceptional child. She had been aspiring to join her uncle in his peak when she caught wind that the Peak lords were responsible for him being comatose after a botched mission.

The distraught cries of what they presumed was his daughter spurring on more nonsensical rumors that she quickly shut down.

“Baba is not my father you incompetent fools! He raised me after your lack luster protection KILLED my mother! Instead of gossiping like a gaggle of husbandless old crones do your JOBS! Baba has held in so much because of you repulsive quacks I’m amazed these peaks can even run properly!”

The little one airing them out was astounding to the disciples. Unsure whether to admire or admonish her. It wasn’t until Yue Qingyuan knelt down and bowed to her as an apology that the peak lords knew this was a serious offense.

“Don’t tell me your sorry apologies when you don’t even know what you did wrong. Baba loved you and stayed in this disgusting place for you, to make sure you were happy… I despise you for abusing my baba’s kindness. You and that muscle brained barbarian that harassed my mother when Baba came down to play music! You are all sick! You don’t deserve your titles! You don’t deserve my Baba!”

They would 100% only listen to the tears of a third party before they understand that Shen Jiu was never their enemy, until they made him one.

Sally Face:

Travis.

Lmao jk, he and Larry have probably the worst miscommunication. He genuinely can’t seem to understand Larry’s mind. Some jokes Larry makes have Travis in tears because he thinks it’s true.

Larry is a faithful man, but Travis thinks he’s not good enough and Larry has found someone else. Larry just thinks Travis is trying to impress him by acting more and more like the people he hangs out with. He doesn’t notice Travis breaking apart because this isn’t him. He’s not some edgy, punk rock person. He’s soft and still emotionally fragile.

Travis keeps trying until Sal physically separated them and pries the answer out of Travis. Earning a pained cry as Travis just begs Sal not to tell Larry. He just wants to keep his boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be abandoned because he isn’t good enough. Larry neglecting to talk with Travis lead up to this. Sal made sure Larry heard the entire conversation.

Larry would wast no time in consoling and correcting Travis. Explaining himself and even addressing his problem with communication. They were just two broken boys with a lot to work through.

#sally face #travis phelps #sally face au #larry johnson #sal fisher #larry x travis #larvis #laravis #sun wukong #lego macaque #lego monkey king #svsss #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #qijiu #shadowpeach #miscommunication

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strawberry--bride · 3 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [PROLOGUE]

Monologue

The most painful thing in this world,

is losing your home. Your place-to-be.

No matter how dire the situation,

if you are surrounded by people who love and care for you.

No obstacle is invincible.

Then ーー Where do I belong?

Having long lost the place I once considered home.

I spent many years in a place which would provide for me.

I had food, a roof above my head, a warm bed to sleep in at night.

But could I truly call this my home?

Those doubts would lurk in the back of my mind, keeping me up at night.

Until one day, I was made a special offer.

If I complied, I would be given the thing my heart longs for the most.

ーー A new home.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Outside

Sharon: This is the place, right...?

( Woah...Amazing. I’ve never seen a house quite this big. They even have a garden! )

*Knock knock*

Sharon: Excuse meー! My name’s Sharon. I’m supposed to move in here today!

...

( No response...? How strange. They should have been informed through the Church. )

*Knock knock*

Sharon: Hello...? Anybody home...!?

Sharon: ( What to do...? There doesn’t seem to be anyone home right now. It’s already getting dark. I can’t just stand here all night either. )

*Creaaaaak*

Sharon: ...Huh? Did the...door just open by itself?

( Does that mean I can go inside? I feel a little hesitant just entering someone else’s home butーー I was told I could live here so it should be fine, right? )

She enters the manor.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Entrance Hall

Sharon: Just as I thought, the inside is equally spacious. I can’t imagine just one person living in such a large house all by themselves. Cleaning must take quite some time as well.

She puts down her suitcase.

*Thud*

Sharon: Phew...

( ...It’s so quiet. Almost as if the house is deserted. I wonder if the owner is out at the moment? In that case, I should probably wait in the living room. )

Sharon looks around.

Sharon: I guess it’s...that way?

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...!!

( I...Did I just...step on something? It felt...strangely soft and... )

???: ーー Oi.

Sharon: ...Kyah!

Sharon: ( A person...!? Oh my gosh. I just arrived here and the first thing I do is step on someone! )

???: ...

Sharon: I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t think there would be someone lying on the floor and...!

( ...Speaking of which, what were they doing down there anyway!? ...Sleeping? No way, right? When you have a house this large, you definitely don’t need to use the floor as a bed... )

???: Haah...

Sharon: Oh no! Are you feeling ill, perhaps? In that case, I shall call a doctor right away!

???: ...You’re loud. How am I supposed to enjoy my Rachmaninov when you’re screaming the place down?

Sharon: Rach...mani...? ...E-Either way, if you’re not feeling sick, then what were you doing on the floor?

???: Wasting his time away listening to music rather than making himself useful, per usual, I would assume. Well, I suppose it is best not to have any expectations of this man in the first place, as he will only let you down in the end.

Sharon: ...!?

( A voice...? Out of nowhere...!? )

Sharon: ...Wah!!

( Where did he come from...? )

???: Now, who might you be?

Sharon: Ah...I’m sorry! My name’s Sharon. I’m an orphan at the Catholic orphanage downtown. I was told by our related Church that the resident of this manor has been so kind to take me in. Are you...perhaps the owner?

???: ...I see. It seems you are the next...sacrifice.

Sharon: Excuse me?

???: Nothing. I was simply talking to myself. ...Ahem. My name is Sakamaki Reiji. The second eldest son of this family and one of the residents here. ...The man you had the ‘honor’ of meeting earlier is Shuu. While you may not suspect so given his deplorable behavior, he is - quite unfortunately - my elder brother.

Sharon: Reiji-san...and Shuu-san, was it? It’s a pleasure meeting you both!

Shuu: ...

Reiji: I assume that is your luggage over there? A room has been prepared for you. We will have one of our servants bring everything upstairs.

Sharon: Thank you very much!

( Thank god...So there wasn’t any mistake after all. )

Sharon: Oh! Right! I actually brought a little gift with me! They’re homemade muffins I made this morーー

*CRASH*

Sharon: ーー ning...!?

Startled by the loud noise, she drops the box with muffins.

*Thud*

???: YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!! I swear once I get my hands on youーー!

???: Ahaha! I can’t believe you actually fell for that one! Lame-o!

Reiji: ...

Shuu: Haah...

Sharon: ( H-Hold on, hold on, hold on! Eh? Eeeeh!? I’m not dreaming, right!? That person just punched a hole through the wall!? )

Reiji: Ahem. ...Allow me to introduce. The one who destroyed the wall is the youngest son, Sakamaki Subaru. Next to him is Sakamaki Ayato, the eldest of the triplets.

ーー You two, explain this situation at once!

Ayato: ...Che. Reiji. I didn’t do anythin’! Not my fault that Subaru ate those prank chocolates I left out on the kitchen counter.

Subaru: Fuck off! You definitely did that on purpose! ...I can still feel my mouth burnin’...!!

Sharon: ( ...Prank chocolates? I guess he means those filled with mustard and other spicy condiments, right? I didn’t know people actually bought those. )

Ayato: Of course! I was hopin’ to catch Kanato. Can you imagine what kinda face he would make when poppin’ one of those bad boys in his mouth?

???: ...Say, did you hear that, Teddy? ...I hope Ayato sleeps with one eye open tonight. He might just run into...unfortunate accident.

Sharon: ...Eh!?

( Another person just appeared out of thin air!? )

Ayato: Keh. The lunatic’s here.

Reiji: Sakamaki Kanato, the middle triplet.

...Kanato, If you wish to commit a homicide, please do so outside of the walls of this manor. It takes forever to remove blood stains from the carpet.

Kanato: I don’t recall having to take orders from you.

ーー However, you’re lucky as I happen to be in a good mood right now. I believe I heard someone mention muffins?

Sharon: ...Ah, yes! I made these myse...Huh? ...Oh.

Shuu: It’s not blood, but I think the carpet will need some cleaning regardless.

Reiji: Good grief...

Sharon: Oh no...! The box must have slipped from my fingertips when I heard the sudden crash and...

Ayato: Ah-ahー Look what you did, Subaru. It’s always the youngest child causin’ trouble.

Subaru: HAAH!? All of this started ‘cause you left those stupid chocolates out!

Sharon: ...They turned out really good too. What a shame.

Subaru: ...!! ...O-Oi...You...Um...My bad.

Kanato: ...Unforgivable.

Sharon: Eh?

Kanato: ...HOW WILL YOU MAKE THIS UP TO ME!?

Sharon: ( W-Why is he getting upset at me all of a sudden!? It was obviously just an accident!? )

Um...I’m not sure...I could make some new ones later?

???: There, there, Kanato-kun~ Relax! Even if the muffins were wasted, there’s a delicious snack just waiting to be devoured...

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...!

( Someone wrapped their arms around me from behind!? )

???: ...Right here~ ...Nfu~

Sharon: ...Eh!?

( I-Is he talking about me!? )

Reiji: ...And finally, the youngest triplet, Sakamaki Laito.

Ayato: Oi, Laito! No way you’re gettin’ the first taste again! I still haven’t forgotten last time!

Laito: Eeeh~? It’s not my fault you’re so slow, Ayato-kun~ However, if you’re so insistent on taking a bite out of her, I wouldn’t mind sharing, you know? I’m sure it’d make for a refreshing and thrilling experience~

Ayato: Geh! In your dreams, you perv!

Sharon: ( Taste? Bite...? Why are they talking as if I’m their food!? )

Excusーー

Shuu: ...Strawberries.

Sharon: Eh?

Kanato: What are you talking about? I don’t see any strawberries around.

Reiji: Shuu. Explain yourself.

Shuu: Your panties. They had strawberries on them.

Sharon: ...!!

( When did he...!? Ah! When I stepped on him...! )

Ayato: Pfftー!! Strawberries! How old are you, five? That’s hella lame!

Laito: Hm...~ Strawberries are not bad but with such a lovely body, I’m sure you could pull off something a little more erotic~

Subaru: ...

Laito: Oh, my bad~ I forgot baby bro was in the room. I suppose talking about a woman’s underwear is still a little too much for him to handle.

Subaru: S-Shut up...!!

Reiji: ...Enough! No more on this topic! ...Haah. Is it really that much to ask for you lot to behave? Just for one day?

Ayato: ーー Anyway, Reiji. Who’s this chick anyway? Tonight’s dinner?

Sharon: D-Dinner...!? I’m sorry but...Why are you all talking as if I’m food or something!?

Ayato: Shut it! Nobody asked for your opinion, Ichigo Pantsu.

Sharon: I-Ichigo paーー!? I have a name...! ...It’s Sharon.

Ayato: Yeah, yeah. I-chi-go Pa-n-tsu.

Laito: Hm~ This Bitch-chan does smell sweet just like strawberries. Perhaps I should call you ‘Ichigo-chan’ instead~?

Kanato: She really does. I’m sure her blood would taste just as sweet...Oh? What’s that, Teddy? You’d like to have a taste? Fufu...Good idea. I was just feeling a little peckish myself.

Reiji: Haah...I shall be in my study room. ...Ayato, Kanato, Laito. Please treat our new resident with some respect. It would be a shame to lose another one so soon.

Sharon: ...Wait, please! I’m afraid I don’t quite grasp the situation yet!

Reiji: Haah...Good grief. You must not be very smart, are you? Did you truly believe you would be allowed to stay here for free?

Sharon: ...Eh?

Laito: Nfu~ He’s right, Ichigo-chan. Everything in this world comes at a price. In your case...That would be the delicious blood pumping through your veins...

Sharon: M-My blood...?

Ayato: Heh. You seriously haven’t realized?

Kanato: Teddy...Humans are truly so foolish, aren’t they?

Subaru: Che...Stop beatin’ ‘round the bush already and just tell her.

Shuu: We are Vampires. So the only thing a human such as yourself would have to offer, is your blood.

Reiji: In return, you will be allowed to stay here in this manor. Food, clothes and all other daily necessities willl be provided as well.

Sharon: Vam...pires? That must be some sort of joke, right? It was the Church who arranged this place for me! They would neverーー!

Besides...Vampires only exist in fairytales!

Reiji: Good grief. This is why I simply cannot deal with humans. Not only are they incredibly foolish, they are horribly naive and trusting as well.

Subaru: In other words, you were set up. Just deal with it.

Sharon: ...

( No way, right...? This has to be some sort of mistake? Or a bad dream...? )

Shuu: Pwaah...Anyway, you guys do as you please. I’m going to my room to nap.

Subaru: I’m leaving too.

Reiji: Well then, if you’d excuse me now.

The three of them leave.

Sharon: ...

Laito: Oh dear~? Is that despair I see in your eyes? You poor little thing! Don’t worry, Laito-kun wil make sure to comfort you. After all, there is no better cure for betrayal than pleasure.

Ayato: Don’t be so down, Ichigo Pantsu! It’s not that bad of a deal! You get to offer your blood to Yours Truly after all!

Kanato: Fufu...I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. If you’re lucky, you might even make it into my precious collection one day~

Sharon: ...!!

She suddenly pushes them away.

*THUD*

Ayato: ...Woah!?

Laito: ...Aah~ Not bad, Ichigo-chan! I like myself a feisty girl at times!

Kanato: Ugh! ...What are you doing!? I nearly dropped Teddy just now.

Sharon: ...

She runs upstairs.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Hallway

Sharon: Haah, haah, haah...

( Say, God...? )

( Is this my penalty...? )

( Are you punishing me for my crimes of the past...? )

Monologue

I just kept on running and running.

As said question repeated itself inside my head.

That must be it.

Those guys were exactly right.

Humans are foolish. I was foolish.

Foolish to believe I would be given a new home.

After all, people like me.

ーー They don’t deserve a happy ending.

ーー PROLOGUE: END ーー

[ Dark Prologue ] ->

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #sharon's route #(( aaaah it's starting !! ))#(( feedback is welcome and encouraged <33 ))#(( this general prologue focuses on her arrival at the S manor and her first meeting with the boys ))#(( dark prologue will touch upon her backstory a little and her first time attending the academy ))#(( then the other dark scenarios will develop her relationship with all 6 brothers through different scenarios ))#(( if there's a specific idea you have for a fun scenario idea ))#(( please let me know!! ))

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kuronanox · 3 years ago

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Accept MY Love - Zenon Zogratis

(Authors note: First off I really wanted to say thank you to everyone that has stuck around and enjoy my book! I’ve reached 20k! I know it may not be a lot but I’ve enjoyed writing black clover and it’s always nice to have support! And second this is my first time writing Zenon so if he’s a little OC... mind ya business haha)

She was given to him as a toy, his servant, slave. She didn't want to be labeled or cared for it, all she wanted was an escape plan. She was weak, a girl picked off the streets for her looks as she was told.

(Your Name) was sitting hugging her knees staring out of the window. The pale snow falling onto the ground effortlessly. "Women." Zenon says from across the room but she refused to look at him. After a few more minutes he roughly grabs her face and she struggles to pull away. "Don't touch me!" She screams as he quietly loses patience with her.

Zenon strikes her right cheek as she gasp and fell to the floor. The blood spilling from her mouth as she looks up to him in fear. "You monster, just get rid of me already! Kill me if you must!"

"Clean yourself up and lay in bed." He says before walking out.

Sniffling she cleans the wounds and takes a bath, the warm water was welcoming especially since the snow had been falling all day.

Taking the only belonging shes had left which was a few clothing and a personal journal she set it hidden under the bed.

Zenon doesn't say a word as he calms his head a bit.

This women had the nerve to defy him and all he could do was snap her neck to end it all.

"It's time for bed." He tells her as she carefully walks into the bed before he stops her. "This isn't the attire I gave you."

A fear comes across her face as she backs away from him. Zenon roughly tears her clothing off, they fall one by one as she picks up the pieces. "These were all I had left of home." She whispers as he hands her something more revealing to wear.

"You are to obey me."

(Your Name) angrily looks up to Zenon and slaps him across the face. "This gives you a reason to kill me now."

Zenon darkly smiles to himself. Oh how he liked to torture her.

"Bedtime." Is all he says and drags her into the bed next to him.

Zenon happened to walk past her home when he saw her. She was shining in the snow and her beauty was mesmerizing.

Carrying the fire wood for some elderly she was smiling kindly to them. Zenon was surprised how gentle he was feeling. He hated it. Why did this women make this affect on him?

He wanted her... no he needed her. For what? He had yet decided but he got what he wanted.

The way she smiled and effortlessly showed kindness was something he could never do. Zenon wanted that from her. That's when he decided she was going to be his.

Zenon was one to rarely sleep these days, he wasn't known to having a women in his bed unlike his brother. The first few nights she refused to sleep so he had to knock her out. Looking at her reflection from the moon her weight had drop dangerously low. The cold wind blew into the room as she shivered and turned away from him.

His body moved unwilling from his mind as he covered her with more blankets.

Zenon craved love, he didn't know how to describe the feeling. To be cherish or a warmth that was never settled in him. He wanted that affection from her yet everything he asked of her she refused.

Tracing her hair to her shoulders he kissed it softly till he craved her body and bit down harshly.

(Your Name) yelled in pain as he held her body close to his. Removing his teeth from her shoulder the thick blood fell as he licked them away. The look in his eyes scared her. He was enjoying giving her the pain.

"You are tempting women." Zenon lustfully whispers as she throws the covers off and tries to find the closest exit.

"At this point I don't even care how I die."

(Your Name) looks towards the window and back at Zenon. She tries to run out the window to end her misery in this room of his. Zenon wouldn't allow it as he grabs her back knocking her out cold.

That night Zenon dreamed of them as they happily lived together and how she was happy with him. He dreamt that they were making love from the pureness of their hearts. How hot she felt around him and the ecstasy they both felt from the closeness of their bodies.

Until it turned into a nightmare of her blood running thick in his hands as she laid lifeless in his arms. Her cold eyes staring up at him, blaming him for her death. She was trapped.

Zenon wakes up in cold sweat as he looks around to find her sleeping soundlessly again next to him. She was uncharacteristically cuddled up next to his body for warmth.

The next morning there was food laid out for her but no sign of Zenon, this was the best part of the day for her. She was alone and not being watched like a hawk. (Your Name) chows down the food, she was starving. The only time she refused to eat was when he ordered her to.

(Your Name) was curious to why he picked her, his brother Dante had many beautiful women surrounding him. Everytime she hoped he would trash her out already but he refuses each time she brings it up or if Dante tells him his 'toy' was boring.

"There has to be a reason."

The door opens as he walks in and changes out to more comfortable clothes. (Your Name) avoids his eyes staring at her as she clears her throat and set the empty tray out the bedroom.

Walking back to the window seat she watches the snow fall again. There was nothing to do, no fun. Her family was gone and she wouldn't dare try to talk to Zenon like she knew him.

"Are you not happy?" He asks her making his way to the window as she softly laughs and grits her teeth.

With venom in her voice she says "clearly I'm a prisoner and there's nothing to do here."

Zenon gently grabs her head and kisses her neck softly from behind.

"Stop it." She whispers as he lightly sucks on the precious skin.

"What will make you happy."

Her eyes widen as she turns her head to look back at him, he was emotionless. The look of his eyes held no warmth or comfort. It was as if he lived everyday to die.

"I want to leave! I want to go home! I'm sure there's other girls who would rather be in my position!" She raises her voice to Zenon as it slightly cracks from fear.

"She wants to leave me, I can't understand why she is so unhappy? I give her food, shelter and all the attention but she refuses everything!"

Zenon eyes grew dangerously dark as he kicked the chair across the room and dragged her to the bed wrapping his hand around her neck. She protested the whole way.

"Do I not give you everything you need?" He asks in a low voice as she swallows the lump in her throat and he finally loosens the grip around her neck massaging her bruised hickey.

"I don't want everything Zenon." She whispers back with tears falling from her eyes.

He lets go and kisses her tears away as he leaves the room locking it behind him.

(Your Name) finally manages to pull herself together when he left the room, her hands were shaking from the anxiety she got from his close they were. Truthfully she was scared he was going to choke her to death. Even though she wanted him to kill her she didn't have the guts for it.

Zenon was with his other two siblings as they mocked him in his misery.

"I told you to get rid of her, she obviously a nuisance to you." Dante says with a smirk as he shakes his head in disappointment.

"Or she can be my toy and I can torture her till she's crying to just end her life." Vanica suggest with amusement in her voice.

Zenon mentally rolls his eyes at his siblings, he was always the different one from the three.

"Don't tell me she's already begged you to kill her." Dante smiles deviously at Zenon who doesn't usher a word but let his silence speak for itself.

"Ahaha brother you sure are a cruel one!" Vanica says licking her lips before leaving the two behind.

"So what are you going to do? I suggest throwing her out in the snow and let the starving dogs get her."

Zenon gives Dante a icy glare as he makes his leave. Going to his sibling for help was not the brightest idea.

Back in the room (Your Name) was laying in bed and reading a book that Zenon had in his shelfs. It wasn't completely boring, the story she was reading at least but being trapped was driving her crazy. He walks in as she tenses up a bit.

Sitting beside her on the bed she backs away from him slightly.

They stare at each other in silence as she turns towards her book once more.

"You can't leave." He tells her as she covers her face with the book. She wanted to avoid his sorrowful gaze.

"Why me?" She whispers as Zenon lowers the book from her face and traces her facial features.

"You are the most exquisite creature I've ever laid eyes on. I have been enchanted by such beauty. I mean no harm to you but you refuse to accept me."

She looks at him sadly and holds his face.

"I can't give you what you need, I am terrified by you, if I am to be the light of your life it is not a gift but chosen by the heart."

Zenon holds her hand on his face before giving it a light kiss.

"Your fate as been determine, if I let you go my siblings will kill you but if you stay with me here in this room I can give you the ever most love in the world."

(Your Name) eyes fell, the light shining in them were gone. Did she want to be set free but die in the hands of his siblings are be in his company till she accepted his love.

She felt disgusted with herself as she answered him.

"I'll stay with you."

With a shaky voice he pulls her into his embrace as she fought to keep her tears in and he devilishly smiles to himself.

#black clover #black clover oneshots #black clover x reader #black clover oneshot #black clover imagine #black clover images #black clover zenon #Zenon zogratis #yuki tabata

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hxseok-honee · 4 years ago

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atlas heart || part 28

a/n : aha,,, ahaha,,,,, listen, i know this is a jimin au okay I KNOW -- but this chapter belongs to jung hoseok and thats that im sorry

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When Y/n finds Jimin down by the lake, she feels that every fiber of her being wants her to turn back, wants her to run and hide under her blankets -- as if she’s the one that needs protecting from him. He doesn’t see her until she’s a few feet away, approaching him from the shoreline. The smile he gives her when he turns is kind but reserved, like he’s preoccupied. She lets out an awkward laugh.

“Why did you want to meet down here in the middle of the night? Way to be weird, Jimin.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her with his elbow before gesturing back toward the ground not far away, covered in grass instead of the sand here by the water. Y/n follows him there, taking a seat next to him with question marks in her eyes when he doesn’t answer her. He snickers at her confusion.

“You’re really stuck on this, huh? Maybe I just wanted to look at the stars with you.” Her features scrunch up cutely as she reacts to his admittedly cheesy one-liner, and he feels the tips of his ears go red. “Okay, I swear that sounded better in my head.” She grins before turning away, looking up at the sky in contemplation. Jimin thinks that maybe, in other circumstances, they really would have been able to sit here together in peaceful silence and watched the stars all night long. He hates that he has to ruin it.

“I actually… I have to talk to you.” She doesn’t pull her gaze from the sky, but he does notice that her expression has clouded over with something he can’t place. It looks a lot like resignation. Swallowing once and trying to shake out his nervous limbs as subtly as possible, he takes a single deep breath before turning his upper body to face her. She still won’t look at him.

“I know you’re probably going to hate my guts after this, and I completely deserve that because I’m selfish and stupid, and I’m too nosy for my own good, and I never should have pushed so much, but I--”

“I know.”

“Yeah, I know you know that I’m an idiot, and that I’m annoying, and that I ask too many questi--”

“Jimin, I know.” He stops then, and the look of pure confusion he gives her breaks her heart. She has no idea that the pained expression she’s giving him is breaking his. She can’t even keep her eyes on him when she continues. “I know that you know.”

Jimin jaw drops, and he gets the idea that he looks a bit like a dying fish, closing and opening his mouth as he tries to figure out how to continue. He hadn’t planned for this turn of events when he’d practiced the conversation in his head.

“You -- but how? Was I too obvious?” He sits up straight, terrified that his suspicious behavior had already gotten her into more danger. “Did I do something that risked your secret? What was it? Tell me so I can make sure never to do it again--” Y/n’s eyes shut as she sighs, and she quiets him with a shake of her head.

“Dumbledore told me, the day after you’d gone to see him. He wanted to warn me.” Jimin stares at the side of her head, processing that she’d known almost two weeks that he’d figured everything out, but she hadn’t confronted him about it. “I haven’t told the boys yet, but I’ve been freaking out about it. I wanted to talk to you right away, but… I decided to wait until you were ready to talk about it…” Her eyes flick to him, but at the sight of his gaze fixed completely on her, his attention fully hers, she looks away. “I was scared that you hated me. Even when you kept reaching out and talking to me, I felt like… maybe you hadn’t realized exactly what I am or what that means. I was waiting for you to leave me. Or expose me. I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“I would never do that to you.” It falls out his mouth, feeling oddly like a confession when he says it without thinking and is immediately embarrassed. He clears his throat when she looks up at him with wide eyes, scratching awkwardly at his collarbone. “I needed time to process… not that you’re a werewolf, but that I had been such a fucking idiot the entire time. I should have listened to your friends and just let you be. I was nosy and selfish and objectively really annoying, and I hadn’t even realized that they were just trying to keep you safe by pushing me away. I’m really sorry, Y/n… for endangering you like that.”

He won’t look at her -- he can’t. But when a cold hand closes around his own, squeezing gently, he at least is able to look in her direction. She squeezes again, and, with as much courage as he’s ever had to gather at once, he lifts his eyes to meet her. She looks to be on the edge of tears, but she’s smiling at him, and it confuses him to no end.

“You’re not… mad? Because I completely understand if you are--”

“I’m not mad, Jimin. I’m kind of relieved that you know now, even if I am probably going to always be scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize that I’m a monster and run for your life.” He breathes out a laugh, knowing that she’s not joking. He just can’t imagine a version of himself, now or ever, that would look at her and see anything but the girl he’d been desperate to befriend all this time.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I want to help you, if that’s okay. I want to do anything I can to help keep you safe.” It’s then that she pulls away from him, her expression turning apprehensive. Jimin takes one look at her and assumes it must be about her friends. “I know that Hoseok and Jungkook don’t like me, but I can talk to them if you want me to! I can explain myself and make sure they know that I’m just trying to help--” She shakes her head suddenly, cutting him off with a wave of her hands. She can already tell how her conversation with them later tonight will go, dreading having to ask them to meet so she can break the news.

“No, it’s not them… I’ll handle the boys -- it’s probably better that you aren’t there when they lose their minds, so I’ll talk to them. It’s just… things are more complicated than you think. It’s not really as simple as helping me… there are things you still don’t know, and it’s not my place to tell you…” Jimin thinks back to the way Dumbledore had called the situation ‘infinitely more complicated’ than he knew, and the way Y/n’s talking right now has him going out on a limb.

“Is this… about Remus Lupin?” Y/n meets his eyes with alarm, her breath catching audibly in her throat, and Jimin knows he’s right. “He’s… like you, right? His friends are involved, too.” She gapes at him, unsure how to respond.

“How…” He looks away, rubbing at his neck uncomfortably.

“Well, the night I figured things out -- it was a few days before the full moon, so your symptoms were a little more apparent at the time. I saw him in the Great Hall the next day, and he was looking just like you… and his friends, they act a lot like Jungkook and Hoseok sometimes… it wasn’t hard to put it together.” Y/n sits there in silence, not certain if Jimin is just really observant and was hyper-aware of everything because he’d just realized such a monumental secret, or if she needs to talk to the Marauders and her own friends about being less conspicuous. Probably both. She barely hears Jimin when he starts talking again.

“Is… that what’s keeping you from letting me help? I swear I won’t say anything -- I’ll even pretend I don’t know about him. I’ll do anything.” She watches him as he starts to devolve into what’s probably the third rant in the last half hour alone, and she knows he’s desperate to prove himself to her. He doesn’t need to -- he’d made his innocence and kindness clear to her long before he’d had any idea of her affliction. It’s everything about him, really, that’s causing her so much pain. She’s scared for him.

“Jimin… are you sure this is what you want? We’re in the middle of a war… and you’re a muggleborn. If anyone were to find me out, and they link us… I don’t know what would happen to you. Everything’s so delicate and dangerous, I don’t know if I can put you in that kind of danger.” This time it’s Jimin that reaches out for her, slipping his fingers through her own and linking their hands once he has her in his hold. He looks entirely level-headed when he looks her in the eye and responds.

“I’m with you, Y/n. I’m with you.”

Y/n stares up at the entrance to Slytherin common room, a deep frown set into her features. She’d made what she’d believed to be the right choice by not having Jungkook and Hoseok in the same room when she told them about Jimin -- they have a habit of enabling each other’s worst characteristics, and the last thing she wants to deal with is two enraged boys in the middle of the night. But now that she’s here, having just left a furious Jungkook in the room of requirement, she’s not looking forward to having this conversation again.

Jungkook had been surprisingly calm when she’d broken to him that Jimin had discovered her secret, but if there’s only one thing in the world that Y/n can say with complete confidence, it’s that she knows Jeon Jungkook. The look of complete ease that he’d given her had terrified her far beyond any explosion of anger. She almost prefers that he had reacted. It had taken her the better half of an hour to calm him down, only feeling comfortable texting Hoseok that she was on her way to him when she’d seen an emotion cross Jungkook’s eyes other than blank detachment. Even then, it was only annoyance at the fact that she refused to let him “talk” to Jimin on his own.

Now, it’s almost 3am, and Y/n’s only brushing away her tragic attempt at reasoning with Jungkook when the door to the Slytherin common room slides open, revealing a sleepy-eyed, bedhead-ridden Hoseok. He’s only half-dressed, clearly unable to be bothered to care about his appearance this late at night. He scratches at his bare collarbone with one finger while he squints at her, his blatant concern hidden slightly by how disgruntled he looks.

“Do you have any idea what time it is? Why would you do this to me?” Y/n snorts, knowing from experience how objectively rude Hoseok can be in the first few minutes of being awake. She hopes he stays bogged down by his sleep-deprived mind long enough that he doesn’t completely lose it when she talks to him. She glances past him into the common room before responding.

“Is there somewhere we can talk in private? I have something to tell you.” Immediately, the sleep is gone from Hoseok’s eyes, and Y/n mourns the hope that he wouldn’t be clear-minded during their conversation. He nods once, pointing over his shoulder.

“My room’s fine.”

“Isn’t Yoongi there?” Hoseok shakes his head, a slight smile gracing his features while he explains.

“He got a call from Kim Seokjin not that long ago -- something about a late-night snack run and how eating alone is ‘a lonely habit’.” He shrugs, and Y/n guesses that Yoongi must get dragged out against his will by Kim Seokjin quite often if Hoseok is unbothered by it. Hoseok points again in the direction of his bedroom, and Y/n only follows with a nod.

By the time they return to his room, Hoseok’s awake enough to be self-conscious, so he’s searching for a shirt immediately, gesturing for Y/n to close the door behind her. Then he flops down onto his bed, crossing his legs and patting the spot at the end of his mattress for her. When she decides to remain standing, running her fingers along the edge of his bedpost awkwardly, Hoseok squints, suspicious.

“What happened?” Y/n closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, looking Hoseok head-on and ripping the metaphorical band-aid off.

“Jimin knows about me. He just told me. Before you say anything, we talked about it, and--”

“That little shit--” Hoseok’s standing from his bed, fists balled up in rage as he heaves out an enraged breath. “When I get my hands on that nosy, obnoxious fucking twerp--”

“Hoseok, wait! Wait.” Y/n holds her hands out in front of her, planting them on his chest while she stares up at him with wide eyes. “It’s okay! It’s fine, we talked! He’s not going to say anything to anyone, even about the stuff with Remus--” She’ll admit that saying that last part probably wasn’t her best idea, considering how Hoseok reacts, blind with fury.

“What do you mean? What does that mean?!” He’s growing louder now, and Y/n knows she has to calm him down before he wakes the entirety of Slytherin house. Taking his face in her hands, she tries to force him to focus solely on her, but it only results in Hoseok gripping at her wrists, desperation clear in the way his hold is shaking. He’s looking at her with wild eyes, demanding an explanation for something so wholly unacceptable, but Y/n can’t give that to him while he’s like this.

“Hoseok, I need you to breathe, okay? I’m okay. I will be okay. But I need you to lower your voice and breathe. Don’t think about anything else.” This display -- a total loss of control -- is what she’d expected from Jungkook, but the boy who’d been beside her their entire lives must have known better than to show his ruthless side and risk upsetting her. In this moment, Hoseok, who’s always so keen on hiding himself behind a mask, is seeing red the way he never has before, and that’s what scares Y/n most.

“Eyes on me, Hobi, hm? Look at me -- I’m right here, and I’m okay. Look at me. See? I’m perfectly fine. Nothing’s gonna happen to me, I promise.” She’d somehow managed to bring him down from his erratic high, keeping his face close until she could see in his eyes that he’s looking only at her. His breath is ragged, and if she thinks she’s caught the slightest tremble of his bottom lip when he opens his mouth, he’s hiding it well. But what he whispers to her breaks her heart clean in half.

“You can’t promise me that. The more people that know about you, the harder it is for me to trick myself into believing you.” Taking a breath to stop herself from tearing up, she releases him slowly, stepping back when he only moves to sit back down on the edge of his bed.

“Hobi… you can’t do anything to Jimin, okay? You can’t confront him or do anything rash. I mean it.” It takes a few moments, but finally Hoseok is lifting his eyes to meet hers. He nods, and Y/n knows that’s all she’ll be able to get out of him. She wishes it was enough, that weak agreement, but if there’s one other thing in the world she can say with complete confidence, it’s that she doesn’t know Hoseok quite as well as she knows Jungkook.

Jimin’s on his way to class the next morning, lost in his thoughts about Y/n -- he can’t seem to focus on anything else these days -- when he’s unceremoniously dragged by the back of his robes into an empty classroom and shoved against the nearest wall. Hissing at the pain, he barely has time to slump over and catch his breath before he’s being pinned back against the cold stone by a pair of very determined hands.

He stills completely when he finally lifts his gaze and meets the eyes of Jung Hoseok. The Slytherin is visibly furious, his glare almost manic as he pushes Jimin’s shoulders back into the wall. He only lets up when an involuntary cry of pain escapes Jimin, but he never lets the boy go.

“Now, you’re going to listen to what I have to say, and you’re going to listen closely. Yeah?” Jimin isn’t sure it’s a question that needs answering, considering that he’s literally trapped, but the increased pressure of Hoseok’s knuckles on his chest has him nodding frantically. Hoseok doesn’t release him when he leans down into his face.

“For some ungodly reason, Y/n has decided that you can be trusted, and I’m sure you loved that she said she’d talk to us so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself, huh? But I think that you deserve to have the whole picture, Park -- look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jimin had shut his eyes simply from the proximity of Hoseok’s hateful glare, unable to handle it, but when the older boy shakes him roughly, he opens his eyes so wide that he’s terrified to even blink.

“This game you’re playing? Using your obvious little crush on Y/n as an excuse to pry into her business and put her in danger just because you like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? It needs to stop. Because you don’t know all the rules, Jimin. And you don’t get any do-overs.” Jimin can feel the grip on his shirt starting to tremble, and at first he thinks maybe Hoseok’s so enraged that he’s actually shaking, but the glint in his eye tells Jimin differently. It tells him that Hoseok is scared -- he’s terrified. The uncertainty of Jimin’s existence in Y/n’s life -- not knowing if this is going to end badly for them -- it’s scaring him, and Jimin gets the feeling that Hoseok’s someone who deals with fear by being angry. Taking a very big risk, he whispers out to the 7th year.

“I swear, I just want to hel--agh!” Squeezing his eyes shut when Hoseok lifts him away from the wall and promptly slams him back into it, he doesn’t finish his plea. He can feel Hoseok’s breath fanning angrily over his face, and he swears a low growl rumbles from deep within the Slytherin’s chest when he responds.

“Shut up! You don’t know what that even means. You don’t know how to help. All you’ve done is screw things up for us, so let me welcome you into our little group with a warning.” A hand clamps the sides of Jimin’s jaw, lifting his face and squeezing hard until Jimin opens his eyes to look at Hoseok.

“You get one chance, so if you even come close to screwing that up, Y/n is the last thing you’ll have to worry about. Clear?” Jimin nods again, the hand on his face making that incredibly difficult. Finally, Hoseok releases him and steps back, watching with unmasked annoyance as Jimin fixes his clothes and rubs at all the spots he’s sure will be bruised by morning. They stare at each other, Hoseok eventually rolling his eyes with a sigh.

“Y/n told me you want to help. She asked me to mentor you in potion-making. I only agreed to it because she’s very stubborn when she wants to be, and someone needs to take over her doses. I won’t go easy on you, so you better be ready for a summer of hell. I need to know she’ll be safe with you once I’m gone, and frankly, I don’t even trust you to boil a pot of fucking water, much less a dangerous, highly sensitive potion.” Jimin swallows hard but doesn’t comment on the blatant insult, only processing that Jung Hoseok has agreed to train him.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker to the door, and Jimin takes that as his cue that the conversation -- if that’s what this was -- is finished, so he wanders out of the room in a slight daze, Hoseok following closely. As if the universe is telling him that this moment can, in fact, get much worse, Jimin meets the eyes of one Jeon Jungkook as the Gryffindor happens to be passing on the way to class. Where Hoseok’s glare was unbridled fire and rage, Jungkook’s gaze is turning to pure ice, and Jimin can’t decide which is worse. Jungkook doesn’t even acknowledge him as he passes, breaking eye contact and going on his way as if Jimin doesn’t even exist. Hoseok chuckles darkly behind him.

“I almost feel bad for you, Jimin. If you think you have it bad with me, you’re in for a real treat with Jungkook.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #park jimin #jimin x reader

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tsukishumai · 4 years ago

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First Kiss - Tsukishima, Kageyama, Hinata, Yamaguchi (Karasuno First Year edition!)

Aoba Johsai Edition

It’s a little long, I have zero self control

Can you tell I love Tsukishima (｡◕‿◕｡)

TSUKISHIMA -

Before, you used to spend your days in school with your cousin, Yamaguchi, and his less-than-pleasant-but-ridiculously-good-looking best friend, Tsukishima.

He was a jerk, to put it lightly, but hey, you can be a jerk too.

“Your hair looks like a damn bird’s nest, and your bow’s all crooked. Did anyone even teach you how to be a girl?” “Did anyone teach you not to be such an insufferable asshole?” “Do you even know what ‘insufferable’ means?” “Uh, yeah, it means Tsukishima Kei.”

Yamaguchi regrets ever introducing you two.

Things may have started like that, but it wasn’t long before the biting tone in Tsukishima’s words was replaced by something more playful, each remark followed by a smile. He started walking you to your classes, saving you a seat next to him during lunch, even going so far as to share music with you. (He’ll never show you the playlist he’s made of all the songs you’ve recommended.)

But that was before. Now, you were doing your best not to melt under Tsukishima’s heated gaze, paying no attention to the golden brown eyes that have followed you around for days.

The bell rang to signal the end of class, and you quickly gathered all your things, throwing them haphazardly into your bag, and running out before Tsukishima could get to your desk.

You got to your locker in record time, quickly changing out of your school shoes so you could start your trek home. Usually, you would wait for Yamaguchi and Tsukki to get out of practice but… this was better for you.

“You’re avoiding me.”

You jumped at the voice that was suddenly right behind you, knowing exactly who would be there if you turned around, so you didn’t.

“Don’t you have volleyball practice?” “That’s beside the point.” “Avoiding you? I haven’t been –“ “I’m not a dumbass, so don’t play games with me. You’re avoiding me. Why?”

You gulped, gripping the school bag that hung off your shoulder until your knuckles turned white. You wanted to lie, but there’s no point. Tsukishima was always able to see right through you.

“I heard you tell Tadashi that you liked someone…” “… So?”

You tried to pretend that your heart didn’t just crumple up like a piece of paper. “SO! I didn’t want to ruin your chances; she might get the wrong idea if she sees us together all the time.”

He scoffed. “That is the single most idiotic thing I’ve seriously ever heard. Did you hit your head as a kid?”

You could feel your face turn red, anger beginning to bubble in your throat. You finally turn around to face Tsukishima, ready to give him a snarky comment. “No, YOU’RE the single most idiotic thing –“

The words died on your tongue, muffled by Tsukishima leaning down and pressing his own lips onto yours.

He pulled back, and couldn’t help but smirk at your flushed appearance.

“I was talking about you. Stupid.”

KAGEYAMA –

You had always found it extremely fun to mess with Kageyama Tobio

The boy was a genius when it came to volleyball; but maybe that’s where his genius ends.

It didn’t escape your attention that he would get flustered every time you smiled at him, or that his friends would tease him whenever you walked by, or that it was him dropping off a juice box and melon bread on your desk every morning with a note that says “have a good day.”

You enjoyed it; the way you could make him short circuit just by giving him a hug, the crimson on his face when he catches your eye from the court, and the deer-in-headlights look he gave you when you confessed your feelings.

You were never one to make the first move, sometimes wondering why you did it for Karasuno’s genius setter, but you’re reminded when you feel the shiver in his body as you slide your hand into his, and you see the sweet look in his eyes when you ask him to walk you to class.

You didn’t mind that you had to initiate most of the affection if it meant you got to see the blush that Kageyama always tried to hide.

Today, you found yourself in the perfect position to mess with him. The two of you were having a movie night, and even though you shared the same blanket, Kageyama was sitting on the other end of the couch like a perfect gentleman.

“Tobio,” you whined, “I want to cuddle.”

You didn’t even give the poor guy a chance to reply before crawling from your side of the couch, and situating yourself on his lap, arms reaching up around him as you buried your face into his neck.

You could feel Kageyama’s entire body stiffen, steam practically beginning to come out of his ears.

Laughter threatened to spill from your lips, so you decided you’ve done enough to the guy, and started to make your way off until you felt two strong arms snake around your waist.

You lifted your head to face Kageyama in surprise, but your breath was caught in your throat when you noticed the look he was giving you.

It was like slow motion – Kageyama’s head lowered and your eyes fluttered close before you felt the velvety soft pressure of his lips against yours.

Omg d-did he just kiss you?!

Now it was your turn to be flustered. The corner of Kageyama’s mouth turned upwards ever so slightly, and his hold around you tightened, causing the pink tint of your cheeks to deepen into crimson.

“Let’s stay like this for a while.”

HINATA –

Everything. Was. Going. Wrong.

This was not how Hinata imagined your first date together would go!

Do you have any idea how long Hinata has been waiting to ask you out? Ever since he met you at National’s last year, he’s been planning this day.

You were beautiful, funny, and you could teach him (more than) a thing or two about volleyball? *Chef’s Kiss*

When you finally agreed to go on a date with him, he thought he was dreaming. He knew he had to make it the best date ever.

He definitely didn’t go to the bathroom six times the morning of.

There was a summer festival that weekend, and he figured it would be the perfect place to take you on your first date.

Ten minutes in, Hinata had spilled Kakigori all over his Yukata. He had been in the middle of beating himself up about it when you reached over and dabbed at the stain with a napkin, laughing at his clumsiness.

An hour in, Hinata had spent nearly all his money trying to win you a stuffed animal to no avail. (You got it yourself in one try.)

Two hours in, Hinata had accidentally stepped on your obi, ripping the delicate material. He wanted to die right then and there, but you insisted it was old, and you were planning to get a new one anyway.

Just as Hinata thought he would redeem himself by taking you on the Ferris wheel, he found out that he got motion sickness, and you ended up having to rub his back, while he fought the urge to hurl the whole time.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized once the two of you exited the metal death trap, sitting him on a bench, “I swear I had planned for this day to be much better.”

“What do you mean? I had a great time,” you said, and Hinata gave you a look that clearly said he didn’t believe you. You just laughed. “Hinata, when we first met, you threw up on my shoes. Today was a big improvement.”

He laughed. “Still – I wanted you to have a cooler memory of me.”

“You don’t have to try so hard,” you giggled, “I came here because I like you.”

Just then, the sky lit up with different colors of reds, greens, and blues; dancing together to create a pattern that illuminated your face in a way that made Hinata’s heart race.

You smiled then, sitting beside him on the bench and laying your head on his shoulder. “At least we have these fireworks.”

It was there, on a random bench under the glow of summer time, that you shared your first sweet kiss with Hinata Shoyo.

YAMAGUCHI -

Enter Yamaguchi Tadashi; Captain of Karasuno Volleyball Club, Pinch Server, and all-around good guy.

He’d like to think he was a completely different person now; no longer the shy, timid first year that was stuck on the bench while his classmates shone on the court.

Now, he was in charge, and one needed to have all the confidence in the world if they had to keep his demon classmates in line.

But all that confidence just went down the drain whenever you were around.

“Good morning, Yamaguchi-kun!” “Oh, hey! Hi, yeah, it’s a good morning right? Aha, the homework last night was pretty hard, right? Haha..ha.”

“I watched your game last night, Yamaguchi-kun! You were amazing, I couldn’t take my eyes off you!” “Wha - Ah - Haha, that was nothing, just - it was, uhm, the team they helped ahaha, I – Thank you?”

“Dude…” Tsukki would say, “What the hell just happened to you?”

Naturally, his friends got sick and tired of seeing him turn into a dumbass around you, so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Yamaguchi should have known what the boys were up to when they decided they wanted to throw a party after the game. As captain, he probably should have spoken against it, but he was also feeling pretty high from the win, and wanted to let loose.

How they managed to trap him in this closet with you was beyond him. He thinks he heard the words “7 minutes in heaven” but the beers were making everything move too fast, and your proximity was more intoxicating than anything he drank that night.

You looked at him with glossy eyes, and he felt like he was drowning. More than a few minutes passed, neither of you moving. The tension was rising, and Yamaguchi didn’t want to make you feel like you had to do anything you didn’t want to.

“Y/N-san, you don’t have to –“ “Yamaguchi-kun, I like you.”

He froze, mouth hanging open. He watched as your gaze lowered, fiddling with your thumbs as you took a step back, and he instantly missed the closeness.

“I’m sorry, this was stupid. Tsukishima-san told me this would be a good idea, but I can see that I’m making you uncomfortable, I’m just going to –“

You felt Yamagachi’s warm hands on either side of your face, catching you off guard before he pulled you in and locked his lips onto yours. Your hands instantly moved up to wrap around his middle, and you lost yourself in the softness of his movements.

He pulled away, making a mental note to thank his idiot friends when you beamed up at him with a smile that blew him away. “I… I like you, too.”

A/N - This one is for @valiantrevolt !

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years ago

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Hi!! Can you do Nene and Kou with a s/o who was replaced by the Red House(oneshot please)? Like, they were separated and when Nene and Kou finally find their s/o something feels wrong in the way s/o acts. Thank you <3(sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language)

Nene and Kou with a s/o who was replaced by the red house❣︎

Warning: Manga spoilers, harsh words

A/n: Hello Anon!!<33 And your English seems really good! Great job!!

Please I hope i did this request right- I made it where s/o was with Kou and Nene- and I also hope this is what you mean- Kou x reader x Yashiro-

Kick me if I did it wrong-

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

“Ah!!” You opened your eyes and shouted, looking around the dark room. You woke up to a loud thud and found yourself in this room. You stood up as you tried to remember what happened before.Then it hit you.

‘I was with Kou and Nene… and Hanako’s ancestor! But where are they now…?’ You thought to yourself. You slowly walked to the door, opening it you braced yourself for impact that never came. You opened your eyes and continued down a hallway that only led you to another door.

“Kou… Nene… where are you…?” You opened the door and peaked your head inside. You brightly smiled seeing your creamed haired daikon and blond exorcist.

“Nene, Kou, I’m so happy to see you!! I just woke up in this dark room eheheh it was kinda creepy!” You ran up to them, scratching the back of your head in embarrassment.

“Ah, Y/n! We thought we would never find you!” Nene smiled, running up to you and holding your hand in hers.

“Yeah! Don't scare us like that!” Kou smiled as he approached you as well, grabbing your other hand in his.

“Also…” The tealed haired girl gave you a sadistic grin “We wouldn’t mind if you did disappear…”

“W.. what…?” You tried to process her words, smiling as if you didn't hear her correctly.

“Oh sweet Y/n… you are so naive…” Her words cut you like a knife.

“You are so weak and defenseless… you are always having someone save you… pathetic..” Kou said harshly, glaring down at you like you were nothing.

“You are so ugly… worse than my ankles.. Horrible..”

You felt your hands shake by both of their cruel words. The two people you loved the most in life were now insulting you for all your insecurities, reflecting everything you didn't want to hear.

“You should just end it already Y/n…” Kou finally ends it as he chuckles low to himself.

“Kou.. Nene.. this isn’t really happening…!” Tears formed in your eyes as their words sinked in.

“Why can’t you accept the fact its true… we always hated you but you never got the subtle hints we been giving you so now we have to say it bluntly… you fucking idiot..” Nene smirked at your crying form.

“You are utterly worthless…”

Those last words broke you as you walked out of the room, covering your ears so you wouldn’t hear them. You slammed the door behind you so they wouldn't follow and fell on your knees crying as you leaned against the door. You soon wiped away your tears, not wanting to let them know they got to you.

“Y/n!!” A familiar voice shouted your name and looked up to see the teal tipped daikon you loved. “We were looking everywhere for you! We were so worried!”

“Nene…” You mumbled not knowing whether to hug her or not.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!?” Kou ran into the room, holding Hanako's ancestor by the clothes on his back.

“You look like you saw something… Oh! We learned that the child is actually Tsukasa Yugi and that this house makes illusions of things you want and tries to hurt you with it! The house called my ankles fat…” Yashiro looked like she was about to cry saying the last sentence.

“Illusions…?” Realization set in.

“Yeah! Did you see any?”

“Oh… no i didn't! Weird ahaha!” You giggled, not wanting to tell them what you really heard come from the house.

“That's good! Let's go then!” Kou smiled, dropping the kid and holding his staff.

“Okay!” Yashiro stood up and reached her hand out for you to take which you did. Once you stood up the child ran into your leg, hugging it.

“Ah, Tsukasa…?” You looked down at him, a bit confused at his antics.

“You saw them didn’t you?” He giggled, his eyes dark as he looked up at you. You looked over to see the other two looking for another exit to this room. Before you could say anything the child ran back to the other two, laughing to himself.

You sighed as you approached them but couldn't get fakes words out of your head. Even though they were fake you couldn’t shake the thought that thats really how it felt. You always felt like you were in debt to the two… lucky they even look your way. It wouldn’t be much of a shock After a while, Kou and Nene started to notice your distance and soon got worried.

“Is it just me.. or is Y/n acting different…?” Yashiro asked Kou, her pink eyes filled with worry.

“Actually, I noticed something as well… do you think they saw something…?” He questioned.

“Probably.. We should talk to them about it” Yashiro grabbed Kou’s hand and dragged him to you.

“Y/n… is something bothering you?” She asked, sadness being heard in her voice.

“Hm? No, nothing is bothering me..” You smiled brightly, hoping they would buy it.

“Are you sure you didn’t see anything Y/n?” Kou’s voice was soft, wanting you to open up.

“Well… I did see something…” You confessed “but they are illusions so it's fine..”

“Really?” Kou’s comforting smile turned into a frown “What did you see…?”

“I.. saw you two…” Your hands lowered to the end of your shirt as you played with it, embarrassed at the fact you let illusions get to you. You knew they were fake but you couldn’t erase the feeling you had when you didn't know they were fake.

“Us? They are illusions tho…” Yashiro made an attempt to comfort you.

“I know but… I just can’t help but question… Yashiro do you think I look ugly and Kou… do you think I’m weak…? Do you both want me to disappear…?” You felt tears fall down your cheeks as your bottom lip shook slightly, scared to even hear their answers.

“Eh?!? Of course not Y/n! You are perfect just the way you are!” Yashiro cupped your cheeks, bringing her face closer to yours.

“But Nene…” You felt more tears fall down as she used her thumb to wipe them.

“No buts… what they said is not true at all..! We love you so much.. You are perfect and we don't want you to disappear…”

“Yeah Y/n! You mean so much to us both… you are amazing and I don't think you are weak at all! You are very strong!” Kou smiled, giving you a thumbs up before his aura became more serious. “But Y/n… we would never want you to disappear… so please never do so.. You are too precious..” You fawned over Kou’s words, feeling your heart beat faster.

“Thank you so much Kou..” You pulled him into a hug.

“A-ah! Of course… anything for you Y/n..!” He blushed as you hugged him tight, soon wrapping his arms around you as well.

You were always grateful for the two in your life, knowing they will be there for you.

Always.

#kou x reader #yashiro x reader #Kou x reader x Yashiro #kou minamoto #yashiro nene #tbhk x reader #tbhk anime #tbhk #tbhk comfort #tbhk angst #toilet bound x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk x reader #jshk #hanako x reader

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill. "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu. "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

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coffee-without-caffeine · 4 years ago

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Childe x reader ~ “Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Details: Modern AU!, Soulmate AU!, F!reader (if anyone would like a male reader I can rewrite it to be with a male reader instead and post that too) Character: Childe/Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) Trigger Warnings: A very toxic relationship in the beginning (not with Childe), mentions of the mafia, mentions of attempted kidnapping, childe literally breaking into your house(?). A/N: I love Kaeya but I couldn’t think of a better name so I just used his name for the ex. In now way shape or for is this how I see Kaeya or want others to see Kaeya so please keep this in mind when he is mentioned. Thank you <3

“The mirror’s image tells me it’s home time,”

The music blared from you phone as you curled into a tighter ball, pulling the polyester material closer to your face as it soaked up the stray tears. Why were you crying over him again, Kaeya, he wasn’t even your soulmate... Where was your soulmate? You’d been on this earth for twenty-two years yet you hadn’t heard a peep. Not a single word, tattoo, flare of pain. There was no red string tied around your finger like so many others had. Did you have a soulmate? Surely he would have shown up by now, or at least made his presence known.

“But I’m not finished ‘cause you’re not by my side.”

The song was little more than background noise now as you found yourself stuck in your own head. After coming to the conclusion you were one of the unfortunate people born without a soulmate, you had turned to meaningless relationships. You had thought they were meaningless, until you had began a relationship with Kaeya.

“And as I arrived, I thought I saw you leaving,”

It had started off beautifully, everything perfect and as it should be. You weren’t sure what had changed within the time you had been dating but at one point the magic of a new relationship had faded and the curtain had dropped. Not once has Kaeya made an effort to show he cared about you, all of the effort had stemmed from you. You were the one who woke up each day and texted him good morning, you were the one who would listen to him rant only to be shut down when you were crying and in pain. Every phone call revolved around him and what he had to say while you could do nothing more than offer up how you agreed with him.

“Carrying your shoes, decided that once again I was just dreaming of bumping into you.”

You had thought it was normal at first, you were both in a happy and loving relationship so why should it matter if he listened to you or not. He didn’t have a soulmate just like you, so why did it matter? You were meant to be together, this was the universe’s way of giving you a soulmate. Right?

“Now it’s three in the morning, and I’m tryna change your mind.”

It took you longer than you’d like to admit to come to terms with the fact you didn’t have a soulmate. Having someone else who shared the pain with you, the feeling of losing something you never had to begin with, was the best feeling. It had filled what you thought to be the gap of your soulmate, like fitting a piece into a puzzle that wasn’t from the same set. It wasn’t supposed to work but it did. You were so happy to have someone like you, or so you had thought.

“Left you multiple missed calls, and to my message you reply”

He had a soulmate. That piece of information had snapped the last thread holding your relationship together. You had clung to the hope that there was someone else like you, but there wasn’t. You two had been arguing, over what you couldn’t remember, but things had gotten heated and he had screamed that he should have never dated someone who wasn’t his soulmate. “You don’t have a soulmate though, you’re just like me! We’re meant to be together because of what we lack!” He had laughed cruelly, “You really think we were meant to be together? What are you stupid?” You watched in horror as he pushed his long sleeve up his arm to reveal a gorgeous tattoo of a bundle of yellow carnations. You couldn’t hear him anymore, you couldn’t see anything except for that bundle of carnations inked onto his arm. There was no doubt that it was the mark of his soulmate. “Get out of my apartment.” That’s when the tears had started falling.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” Childe muttered as he walked down the bustling city street. “She’s listening to that song again? What is it now, the third time this week?” He thought, pushing his way through the crowd that blocked the entrance to the subway. Childe had ignored his soulmate for as long as he remembered. He refused to communicate in any way, never drawing on his skin, never singing to a song no matter how catchy (ahaha for ✨plot✨); not once had he tried to reach out. It wasn’t because he didn’t care about them, oh how he longed to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, it was the exact opposite. Childe cared deeply for his soulmate and, in his mind, being the soulmate of someone deeply rooted in the mafia was more of a blessing than a curse. The Fatui were feared in most towns, known mainly for their debt collection tactics and their deep roots in politics at a national level. Childe had been taken in at a young age, handed over by his father in hopes to pay off his debt to the Fatui (yes I know in his actual backstory his father sent him to the Fatui in hopes to change is attitude, sorry I couldn’t find a way to fit that in properly). Childe had grown up, and soon rose up the ladder that was the Fatui, eventually becoming a so called “Harbinger,” one of the highest ranks within the Fatui. So, deciding that living life constantly worrying about his soulmate was not one he wished to live, Childe had decided to ignore his universe given other-half. That is until the universe had other plans.

It was supposed to be a simple job, to give someone in debt a little bit of incentive to pay the Fatui back. They had found that Kaeya was close to a woman named Y/N. After a little bit of digging they had found out that Kaeya was in a relationship with Y/N, and that he had constantly been in and out of her apartment until a few days ago. Despite his recent break in the pattern of visits, his calls to Y/N’s number had remained more or less the same. Stepping out of the subway car Childe found himself running through the job once more. Break into the apartment, kidnap Y/N (yes, I know it’s cliche), leave a note for Kaeya and leave with you until he payed back his debt. It’d be quite a bit easier than most of his previous jobs, shouldn’t take him longer than two hours; the majority of it being the drive. What Childe hadn’t been expecting when he picked the lock and opened your door, was to see the very person he was supposed to kidnap cocooned in blankets, sobbing, and listening to the exact song that had been playing in his head the entire way here. Raising your tear stained face the two of you made eye contact, your red and puffy eyes meeting his wide and terrified ones. There was no denying it for either of you, the syncing of your breathing, the song that was now playing through both of your heads, you two were soulmates. Childe wasn’t sure how to react, halfway through the door and unsure if he was supposed to come any closer, he just stood there, unmoving. A pure mixture of fear and joy was pounding through this veins as he stared back.

You on the other hand, had no idea how to feel. You had spent your entire life believing you didn’t have a soulmate, and yet here he was half way through your door and a very bewildered look on his face. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that but you couldn’t say that your first impression of him was the best- seeing as that he had picked your lock and broken into your apartment while you were crying your eyes out. The circumstances of you meeting him had been less than ideal, as was the history of your relationship with him. You were so happy to have finally met him, that gap in your chest finally filled... but that wasn’t the only thing that filled your chest at the current moment; pure, burning, unbridled rage pooled in your chest and spread through out your body. You had a soulmate, but not once had you heard from him. Not a single sung lyric, not a single doodle on your arm, no tattoo or shared pain, nothing from the man who now stood fully in your apartment. Before you could process what exactly you were doing a harsh smack echoed through the space of your apartment.

Childe wasn’t sure how to feel now. After finally walking all the way into your apartment he had watched as you sprung from your bundle of blankets and stormed towards him. Apparently your way of greeting your soulmate wasn’t a hug or a handshake, it was to slap him straight across the face with surprising force. Childe was now looking at your wall with a stinging cheek and a blank mind. He found himself speaking to you before he could think about what he was about to say “Well that’s one way to greet your soulmate.” Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to you. “Greet your soulmate? Greet your soulmate! ‘Greet your soulmate’ my ass I think I have every right to greet you like that when I didn’t know you existed until a couple of minutes ago! Keep in mind I have lived a soulmate less life for twenty-two years and here you are waltzing into my apartment after you picked the damned lock!” “At least I know you aren’t younger than me...?” And that’s how Childe found himself with not only a hand shaped mark on his right cheek, but a large goose egg on his forehead from the book you had unceremoniously flung at his face.

The two of you now sat on your couch, you with a freshly poured glass of wine and Childe with a bag of ice pressed to his forehead. “So you mean to tell me that I have spent twenty-two years believing I didn’t have a soulmate, because you were part of the mafia and didn’t want to put my life at risk.” “That’s exactly what I’m saying, I’m so glad you under-” “God nobody told me that if I had a soulmate he was going to be such an idiot.” “-stand... I’m sorry what was that just now?” Of all the responses Childe had expected, yours wasn’t one of them. “I know you heard me perfectly fine.” You snapped back, reaching for the book that now sat on the coffee table. The look of pure fear on Childe’s face was one you wouldn’t forget as he raised the hand that wasn’t holding the ice pack in surrender. Letting out a small huff you instead opted to grab your wine glass and drink the rest of the nearly full cup. “Look I could care less that you’re part of the fatui. While I don’t appreciate the fact you were going to kidnap me in order to get my ex to pay back his debt, I do understand why didn’t make yourself known all these years.” A guilty look overtook Childe’s face, one that made your heart ache, but you kept going. “We could have worked things out, I could have learned to protect myself better and you could continue to do your job. I understand you wanted to protect me physically, but you gravely miscalculated when it came to mentally protecting me.” There was a beat of silence before Childe spoke, his words carrying an emotion you weren’t sure you could identify. Three words that carried so much meaning and heart, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he didn’t mean them. “I’m truly sorry.”

Silence overtook your apartment once more, yet it was somehow lighter than the last wave. A mutual understanding, and forgiveness. Sure your soulmate was an idiot for not contacting you, and sure you could have not thrown a book at his head, but he was there. And so no words were exchanged as you rose from your chair and sat down next to Childe, leaning against his chest as he wrapped his free arm around your waist. You would figure the rest out later, but for now it was just the two of you- and you were perfectly fine with that.

“So would it be too much to ask for a kiss?” “Don’t push your luck pretty boy.”

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messrmoonyy · 3 years ago

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really, really random but do you think you could write a shot of half blood prince tonks on christmas alone and she puts on the record player and dances to christmas music? (i know this is very specific ahaha)

I lovveeed this request so much! Thank you for sending it. I did write the whole thing and then re read the prompt and see if kinda strayed away from the prompt slightly, you asked for record player, so she does actually use a cassette player but I still hope you enjoy it!

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Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks ( only mentions of Remus. He does not appear )

Warnings: none. Just a very mopey Nymphadora

Tonks had never been one to take love all that seriously. In fact she’d thrown the word around almost carelessly, never really taking to its true weight and meaning. Falling in love with more people that she could count now. A ravenclaw girl in third year, a slytherin one in fourth, two different hufflepuff boys in Fifth and countless other short lived romances since. But when she looked back now she realised they weren’t really love at all. Because they hadn’t felt like she did now. When she thought of him. Remus.

It caused an ache in her chest, so deep it physically pained her. She knew that nothing else could hurt her as badly as this, only love. She hadn’t even meant to fall for him, she hadn’t planned to. He was wildly interesting and not to bad on the eye either, but she hadn’t being trying. It had just… happened. Friendly conversation became friendly touches. Friendly touches became late nights snuggled in the library by the fire. Which had become hand holding. Which had become kisses. And now… it had become heartbreak.

The argument they had had before he’d announced his departure had been a brutal one. She guessed it didn’t help that emotions were already running far too high with everything happening around them. She’d shouted. He’d shouted right back. He’d told her nothing she would say would ever change his mind and he was leaving. It was duty. His role in the war effort. To put his life as at risk as ever and plant himself in a werewolf camp for months on end. It’d ruin him, she knew it would. He’d told her about it from the first war, how much he hated it. How much it made him feel like an animal. Feral. Inhuman.

But she’d told him to go. Shouted at him and told him to get out of her sight, to go if that’s what he truly wanted. To never come back to her again.

She regretted that now. Of course she did. She wanted nothing more than to leave her parents house and turn up at Grimmauld place, drink tea and hot chocolate with him in the library, dance around to Sirius’ old records and talk about everything and nothing until the sun came up. But of course she couldn’t. Because he was gone.

To make everything truly worse, as another blinding hot blade to her chest, she couldn’t even turn to Sirius about it. Because he was gone too. And he really was never coming back. The loss of Sirius and her still healing injury from Bellatrix had knocked her down already, Remus leaving had just been the final kick. And it had all taken its toll.

She couldnt morph. Not a single fingernail would change the way she wanted. Thankfully for her she’d never really been one for tweaking her face dramatically , like she knew some with her powers did. But she felt lost without her bright hair, the tiny little tweaks to her nose and cheeks. She didn’t recognise herself anymore. She didn’t understand the face of the woman that looked back at her in the mirror, all limp dark hair and hollow cheeks. She wanted to blame him. Wanted to use it as some way to make her hate him. Forget him. So at least she couldn’t be relieved of at least one burden of pain, leave her with one less knife in her heart. But she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried to.

“ You gonna come down love? Your mums made you some dinner. Even got some apple crumble for pud. Yeah? Try eat a bit for us? “ her dad appeared at her old bedrooms door, knocking slightly as he spoke. It had felt odd being back at her parents house again for Christmas, she’d hadn’t visited in longer than she wanted to admit. Work ask the order had been running her to exhaustion everyday. She’d hoped being back home would bring her some comfort. Being around her childhood things. But it hadn’t really been working so far.

Her mum kept silently crying to herself over Sirius, every now and then she’d look over at her and see tears streaming over her cheeks as she cleaned or cooked. Misery just seemed to follow her whether she went now.

“ Dora love? “ she turned around when he’d dad spoke again and forced a small smile onto her face.

“ yeah. Be down in a minute… save me a piece of crumble “ Ted gave her a sympathetic smile and quietly left her. One thing she loved about her dad was he knew when she didn’t want to talk, and left her alone when she needed it. Andromeda was one to fuss.

She took a deep breath and made her way out of the room and downstairs, knowing Andromeda would only send Ted back up if she didn’t surface within a few minutes. They were both sat at the table when she walked into the dining room, her father looking up with a cheerful smile.

“ here she is! C’mon petal before it gets cold “ Andromeda’s eyes were bloodshot as was the norm nowadays, she’d tried she her best to hide the fact she’d been crying. But there were still tracks in the makeup on her cheeks.

The entire house had been decorated for Christmas and she thought the fairy lights and the tinsel should be cheering her up. But she found it wasn’t. Even her dads cheesy Christmas jumpers weren’t making her crack her smile.

Dinner was painfully silent for the most part. Ted occasionally tried to get both women to talk about something but conversation constantly fell flat. She looked at her parents as he silently tried to coax Andromeda to talk, holding her hand under the table and looking at her with the same amount of pure love he always had done.

Tonks had always wanted a relationship like theres. And she thought she’d been getting there. Remus had looked at her like that. Gazing at her when he thought she wasnt paying attention to him. Sharing his mug of tea with her at order meetings, waiting up for her if she had a late shift at the ministry, making sure she had something to eat before she slept. Little things. Small ways he told her he felt the same as she did.

Until he’d thrown it all back in her face.

When Andromeda cleared their plates and went to fetch dessert, Ted too disappeared of a moment only to return with his hand behind his back and a grin.

“ look what I found today love. Remember this aye? “ he held his hand out with a proud look on his face. It was a cassette. One he’d made up for her himself when she was little. She’d always been fascinated with muggle things and she still had the cassette player buried up in her room somewhere “ your Christmas one! Fitting “ she took with the first genuine smile she’d mustered in a while.

“ thanks dad. It’s Brilliant honestly “ he sat back down again when crumble was served but his proud smile didn’t drop.

After dinner she made her way back up to her room with a muttered excuse of being tired and locked herself in. The cassette tucked into the pocket of her jeans. She rummaged around the various boxes of junk in her room until she found the player and pulled out the tape. She smiled slightly when she found the tape wonkily labeled ‘ Doras muggle Xmas songs ‘ , putting it into the player and waiting for it to play.

The first beats of ‘last Christmas’ started playing and she practically felt her hurt slipping away from her shoulders. She turned the volume up, the headphones now blasting the voice of George Michael into her ears and she forgot about her troubles for a while.

She danced around with the first full genuine smile she had in weeks on her face, every song that played transporting her back to some memory from her childhood. Even the slower ones had her smiling, waltzing with herself around her room. until the tape came to an end with silent night. She stopped dancing and the smile dropped as the almost hauntingly beautiful song played. She’d danced with Remus to the very song on that first Christmas of her being in the order.

She’d turned up at Grimmauld place on Boxing Day, on Sirius’ invitation that the three of them could have their own Christmas celebration but Sirius had still been black out drunk from the clearly heavy night before. So she’d spent the majority of the day with Remus, hiding away from the kids. Drinking, dancing and even singing when Sirius had joined them later to get drunk again.

Her moment of happiness had faded to pure nothingness and she pulled off the headphones, tossing the cassette player onto her bed. If she focussed hard enough she could hear Sirius laughing still, picture Remus’ face as he tried to look unimpressed by one of Sirius’ filthy jokes- and failing miserably. Or feel Remus’ arm around her shoulders, his lips on her temple. The purely joyful atmosphere where just the three of them could be happy, Remus not worrying about people thoughts on him showing affection to her because Sirius didn’t care.

She found her feet moving then at their own accord, out of her room and creeping past her parents bedroom, down the stairs and out the door. She jogged down the garden path and past the wards protecting the house, apparating the second she was out.

She turned up on the top step of number 12. She really shouldn’t be there. She knew she should just go back to her parents. It wasn’t safe. But her hands reacted on their own and she opened the door. It was quiet inside. The quietest she’d ever heard it. Now Sirius laughing- or snoring. No kids charging around and pestering Kreacher. No mad-eye stomping along the hall.

Her feet led her into the library and she felt tears brewing in her eyes. She wanted to see Sirius blacked out on the sofa, Remus sat writing up a report at the desk, a fire crackling away. But neither were there. And the fireplace only held charred wood. The ache in her chest made her breathless, the deep burning pain of missing a dead man and one that might as well be.

She’d never felt so alone. Never had such a overwhelming feeling of loneliness that it made she’d weak in the knees. She could picture Remus at the desk, the way his brow furrowed when he concentrated, or how his cheeks flushed when she’d sneak up behind him and wrap her arms around his neck. The countless nights they’d fallen asleep on the sofa, danced, kissed, laughed.

But now it was just an empty room. In an empty house. No laughter. No dancing. No Remus.

She wanted to be back in that library when it was full of life. When Sirius was alive. And Remus was by her side. But it was never to be again.

Sirius was dead. And Remus was gone. And she wasn’t sure he’d ever come back.

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