#and stopped killing or fucking their murderous partner properly which made them frustrated

[agendratum]

post-canon vegaspete but it’s... it’s.... it’s the whole ten yards au

[eldritch-spouse]

"I could go further and more violent, but I'll control myself for now. 👉👈"

Don't

I love seeing these men desprate. The ever composed Nebul being a fucking loser? Distraught that it's not you playing with his cock? Yes please

Grimbly and Patches would cry so much

Oh Santi! Seeing him like that would a treat

Beautful

TW: Murder in nsfw contexts.

Ahahah Santi? Santi would straight up kill people.

He's one of the monsters who has it worse. Why? Because he's already addicted to your specific type of lustful aura. He only ate from you, you were literally his only source of food, the demon had stopped feeding on everyone else. And now? Now he barely has the will to force himself to eat anymore. He's constantly in a state of starvation, because everyone else's lust tastes horrendous. He gets mild nausea at times, the withdrawal is beyond painful and depressing. Humiliating.

The first thing that changes when an incubus begins starving is not loss of body mass. Sure, his eyes are dim and Santi's power significantly wanes- But the first real change, is his charisma. His ability to think properly. Santi is not a remotely pleasant person to be around when he starts getting real hungry. He's rude, demanding, demeaning and scummy. Anything to get laid. A starving incubus is really no more than a humanoid beast with an erection, not something you want to be approached by at all.

Instead of charming meals out of people like the popular, friendly demon everyone knows him as, Santi now has to catch his bed-partners, lure them into sex with magic, they have no choice but to want to fuck him and do exactly as he says. Ripping orgasms out of others becomes trivial and tedious when nothing tastes like your lust, these pathetic sods could never compare to the ambrosia that is your sweet desire. Are they crying for him to stop? Oh shut up, they should be thanking him for even considering fucking them. They're so unattractive, repulsive.

So frustrated by the lack of your lust, so desperate, he starts sobbing as he plows his partners, in a state of half-feral confusion and disappointment. He can't pretend it's you, there's no chance to create an illusion when the grossness of another person's lust shatters it immediately. So the demon only ends up fucking whoever's beneath him harder, faster, trying to get more out of them, something remotely similar to you.

That's impossible, which means Santi ends up savagely fucking people to stillness.

The first time, he balked at himself. A moment of lucidity made him realize what a fucking animal he had become as he stared vacantly at the body lying motionless on his bed. How long had it been since he lost control? How could he let this happen? What has he done?

But it's only a matter of time until it happens again.

And again.

And again.

He stops caring eventually.

Because it doesn't matter who lives or dies anymore. Only you matter to him.

[littleoddwriter]

Attention | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz x Male!Reader

"i really love your writings. could you write something where the reader, victor, and roman are in a relationship, but they feel as if they aren't getting enough attention so they start to become distant?" anon

summary; You feel like Roman and Victor don’t include you enough or pay enough attention to you, so you started distancing yourself. They end up talking to you about this.

notes; Daddy!Kink; Polyamourous/-sexual realtionship; Mentions of Sex; Mentions of Murder; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Fluff; Communication; Being kissed relentlessy by two men at the same time.

When you've met Roman and Victor, they've already been in a relationship with each other for a couple of years. You had felt like you were intruding, but as they both started taking an interest in you, Roman more than Zsasz, though, you thought that perhaps it wasn't so after all. You loved them both, a lot, and you've been sure that they both felt anything similar towards you, too. Yet, as time went on, you couldn't really tell anymore.

It has always been Roman and Victor first, you second. That was just how they worked. They've known each other for so long already and neither of them were really what anyone would call 'conventional' partners. So, you were used to feeling a little left out at times, but most of the time, Roman especially made an effort in including you and showering you in affection and what-not to make up for it. Zsasz wasn't really an affectionate person, though he tried and you appreciated it.

Now though, you had to admit that it just wasn't enough anymore. It's almost been a year and they still seemed to forget you were even there sometimes. You also wanted and needed attention and it felt like you were barely getting any of it. It was frustrating and you didn't really know what to do about it. You didn't exactly fancy the thought of leaving them. You loved them after all and you weren't willing to throw all of that away just because you felt like you were an after-thought most of the time.

Without really thinking about it, you started to become distant towards them, though. That was how it worked for you. You've barely had any control over it. Frankly, you didn't mind it too much just then. Perhaps those two would notice something off and realise their mistake, or at least bother talking to you about this relationship for once.

Sitting on the chaise longue, like so very often, and reading a book, you really felt the loneliness, such as this nagging feeling of not being good enough for them, kick in. You could barely concentrate on what you were reading. With a frustrated sigh, you closed the book and laid it down on the table beside you.

Roman and Victor were out, taking care of business, like they did so very often. Usually, they would come home from something like that either satisfied already, or leading you to the bedroom with them and fucking you silly with the arousal of having killed someone. You wondered what it would be that day. It's actually been a while since they have come home and included you in their after-business activities. Your heart clenched painfully at that thought.

Would they get rid of you, soon enough? Have you ceased to satisfy them properly and that's why they paid even less attention to you now? Or was it perhaps your own fault by distancing yourself from them, rather than talking to them like adults?

You had to admit that your automatic action of distancing yourself probably wasn't as subtle as you wanted it to be. For one, you barely kissed them on your own anymore, always waiting for them to initiate it and then you stopped it soon enough; you barely said your usual little phrases like 'I love you', or 'I'm so happy to know you', or similar things; and you stopped using pet names for either of them. They felt wrong on your lips at that point. You felt so alienated from Roman and Victor.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the door opening and closing, nor did you notice the two subjects of your every thought standing over you, until Roman brushed your hair back with a gentle hand.

"What is it, sweet boy?" He asked you softly.

You froze.

Roman bodily shifted you, so that he fit between your head and the chaise longue's headrest, positioning your head on his thigh. Zsasz lifted your legs and sat down, putting your legs over his thighs, leaving a hand on yours. Sionis continued to brush your hair back gently, looking down on you.

You felt a little light-headed, not knowing what was going to happen, or if it was even real.

"Tell Daddy what's going on with you lately, hm? Victor and I are actually getting a little concerned with you, baby."

Victor nodded, rubbing your thigh, to let you know that apparently what Roman said was true.

Suddenly feeling ashamed of your previous behaviour, you turned your head to face the backrest's cushion. You would have loved to just bury your face in it and perhaps vanish completely into the chaise longue. Roman gently, yet forcefully, stopped you from pressing your face into the cushion and turned it back straight ahead, so you looked directly into his face again.

"Don't think we haven't noticed your little act of distance. Is it something we've done lately? Have we hurt you in any way? Baby, you've got to talk to us. Otherwise we can't change anything. 'Kay?"

"Roman's right. You're barely spending time with us anymore. And if we don't know why, we can't do shit about it," Victor said sternly.

He was usually so quiet, only really talking to Roman, and even then he wasn't all too talkative. That really drove home to you that they were serious about this, that they were actually concerned.

You swallowed thickly and sighed, feeling exposed. Then you explained your situation, feelings and thoughts to them. They kept quiet while you were talking, occasionally squeezing, rubbing or stroking the spot their hands laid on respectively.

When you were done explaining, you felt a little relieved to have finally said it all out loud, but there was still this pending feeling of complete doom looming over you.

Roman was the first to speak, "Listen, y/n, I admit that we are devoted to each other first and foremost, and then everyone and everything else comes after. Frankly, I thought we were including you quite well all this time, but perhaps my view of it is a little different of course. I'm not saying you're lying or anything, baby. Anyway, I- we are very much devoted to you, too, 'kay? We wouldn't have kept you around for so long if we weren't."

Before you could add anything, Roman looked at Zsasz expectantly.

"I don't have much else to add. But yeah, what Roman said. Fuck knows I'd have definitely killed you by now if I didn't like you."

"Charming, Victor," Roman said dryly. "Nevermind. We're going to change this. I promise, we'll pay more attention to you from now on and make sure you don't feel so left out anymore. Does that sound acceptable, sweet boy?"

"Yeah, yes, it does. I'm really sorry about this. A-about being so childish about it."

"Can't say we're any better most of the time," Roman muttered.

It made you smile. "Thank you. For listening. For not casting me aside."

"Of course, our little prince." Roman leaned down and kissed your forehead gently.

Victor followed suit and leaned over to you and pressed a kiss to your cheek and then your lips.

They continued on like that for a bit, just pressing sweet, gentle kisses all over your face. Your forehead, your temple, your cheekbones, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, the corner of your lips, your chin. It was all showered in little kisses. Roman nipped at your ear a couple of times, too, making you flinch, which made him and Victor laugh at you.

It was beautiful and you felt so carefree for the time being. Sure, those two didn't exactly say that they loved you, but they sure as fuck made sure to show it right then and there. They also continued to do it long after that initial talk. 

[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥The Angelus Mortis (2/2)🔥

A/N: Here is part 2 of “The Angelus Mortis”! Part 1 is linked below if you haven’t read that part yet. Thank you for reading!

Part 1

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The next day, Erwin woke up early to visit (Y/N) one last time before he had to hand her over to the MP’s. He sighed in disappointment. He thought he had been getting through to her, especially after she had given him her name, but he was left with nothing but false hope when she remained adamant about not answering any of his questions. He ran one of his large hands through his blonde locks in frustration as he made his way down the stone steps into the gloomy dungeon below.

He had no idea why he felt so conflicted when it came to this woman, why he had a feeling she was a better person than she was letting on. His heart battled with his brain as he walked, causing him to groan when he felt a headache begin to form. Why did he feel like he was missing something? Something important? He knew she would be a valuable asset to the Survey Corps if she cooperated, her strength rivaling that of Levi’s which would give them two vital weapons on the field. And he was sure that under Levi’s supervision she would flourish, maybe even develop a friendship with the sullen man. Maybe that’s why he felt so strange, because it was a missed opportunity?

Erwin shook his head as he finally rounded the corner, pushing away his inner turmoil to mull over on a later date. Immediately upon his arrival, (Y/N) rolled over on the small, filthy cot she had been provided, and met his gaze.

“Here to collect me, already?” (Y/N) asked, her disdain barely veiled by her attempt at a quip.

“No, not yet,” Erwin said as he sat down in the lone metal chair he had used the day before.

(Y/N) sat up slowly and crossed her legs, resting her hands in her lap as she turned to face him completely.

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Well, you have spent one whole day here and you’ve been alone for most of that time. I came down here to see if you’re ready to answer my questions now.”

(Y/N) grit her teeth. “I told you, I don’t want to answer any of your shitty questions.”

“What’s the point? You’re going to be heading right for your very painful death in just a few hours, what is keeping you from parting with some information that will likely be unimportant soon anyway?”

“Just because I’m dying doesn’t mean I have to justify my life, to you of all people.”

“I only want to help you, this could save your life.”

“Why the hell do you care so much about me anyway? What am I to you? Do you want me for something? Maybe for your own personal desires?” (Y/N) suddenly bristled. “I didn’t take you as someone who would stoop so low, Commander, but what did I expect? I guess that’s what I get for thinking a murderer could show empathy. And to think, I almost learned to trust you a little.”

Erwin blanched, his face paling and his eyes widening.

“What?” He asked in utter shock. A murderer? What the hell was she going on about?

(Y/N) seethed at him and turned away, her entire body tensed and angry.

“Do whatever the hell you want with me,” (Y/N) said in a low voice. “Beat me, kill me, fuck me, do whatever you want, but I’ll never tell you anything.”

Erwin was quiet for a minute as he fought to process what he had just heard. A killer? Him? He only killed when he really needed to, aside from when he was fighting titans, of course, but he rarely used his weapons on a person, and never with malicious intent.

“What makes you think I’m a murderer?” Erwin asked.

(Y/N) suddenly whirled on him, her teeth bared, showing more of the wolf inside her that she had developed in the Underground. Her eyes flashed with fury and her fists clenched at her sides as she lost control.

“How dare you ask me that question,” (Y/N) snarled. “How dare you after what you took from me? Do you not even remember? Were they really that meaningless to you? You took away my family, the only positive thing I had in this world. You ripped them from me and now you dare ask how you have wronged?”

Erwin was bewildered now but he tried not to let it show on his face. He had to tread carefully. If he didn’t say the right thing, she might end up shutting down completely, and then he would lose any chance of keeping her from getting killed. He also wanted to keep her from hating him. If she was going to join the Corps, he would have to be able to lead his men without fearing for his life every time she was around.

“Did… did they live in the Underground with you?” Erwin asked carefully.

(Y/N) plopped down on her bed, rage still coursing through her veins as she looked at the man she had loathed ever since the fateful day her family had disappeared from her life, but she felt too tired to argue with him. He had won anyway, she was going to be tortured, maybe violated, killed, and then dumped in a trash can somewhere, left to die alone and forgotten. There was no point in trying to fight him anymore, not when he held the strings attached to her back, commanding the show and forcing her to dance. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break, but she knew her fate was sealed the moment she was brought up from the Underground. “Yes,” she said in a small voice, her head hanging low so that her hair covered her eyes.

“Are they the reason why you asked for my name in the Underground? Why you hesitated when you saw my face?”

(Y/N) only nodded.

“Are they why you targeted soldiers? To make us feel the pain you did when you found out they were gone?”

(Y/N) nodded again, more slowly this time and with a single glimmering tear that slid down her cheek and hit the stone floor with a barely audible tap.

Erwin hesitated again and swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry… for your loss.”

(Y/N) scoffed at him, her eyes filled with a smouldering hatred as she met his gaze.

Erwin cringed a little. He knew how apathetic that apology must have sounded, but he was at a loss for words. He just had to keep trying.

“I mean it. If I am responsible for their deaths then it must mean they died in combat, under my command. So, I am sorry for not being able to lead them properly. For not being able to protect them and bring them back home to you. I am so sorry…”

(Y/N) didn’t respond but he did notice that her gaze softened just slightly at his apology. He was starting to get through to her again. He knew that her acceptance of his apology was just a chink in the protective walls surrounding her broken heart, but he would take whatever he could get.

That was when Erwin suddenly realized something, the image of two faces flashing in his mind as he thought about what she had said. There had only been three people he had ever brought up from the Underground to be in the Survey Corps, and only two of them were dead. Farlan and Isabel.

Thinking back on it, Levi had never mentioned anyone other than Isabel and Farlan, and when he had been busted and brought to the surface he had only come with his two friends. Maybe they had never met. Maybe (Y/N) only knew Farlan and Isabel from her childhood and early adulthood while Levi was a mere business partner. Or maybe they did know each other but only through brief business interactions.

His heart jumped a little in his chest when he realized he was on to something. Maybe he could show her to Levi and see what his reaction would be? See if he would be the key to having her cooperate? Besides, it might be good for them, the both of them having lost their two best friends in a horrific manner, giving them the chance to form a bond or close friendship. It might even give Levi some closure. Erwin would be a bad friend if he hadn’t noticed how the loss of Levi’s past friends were still affecting him.

“How… how did they die?”

(Y/N)’s sudden question surprised him but he quickly brought himself back to the moment, not wanting to scare her away from talking to him again. He honestly couldn’t believe this was the same woman who had been bantering back and forth with him the day before, but he now realized she had been using it as a means of protecting herself. To make herself seem more confident in the face of the one person she supposedly hated the most. She had entertained him so he would stop digging, stop trying to dredge up old, painful memories.

“We were on an expedition outside of the walls and it started to storm. We tried to retreat but the rain and open meadows made it difficult to find our way back. Everything looked the same, blurry and gray or green. In the confusion, an abnormal titan snuck up on us and killed the majority of our troops, your family among them.”

(Y/N) was quiet but met his gaze again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She looked so vulnerable at that moment. He could tell she still had that fighting spirit, that unwavering strength; the vulnerability did not make her look weak or pitiable in the slightest. It just made her look more… human.

“What happened to the titan?” She asked.

“One of my Captains, Levi, took care of it.”

(Y/N)’s head suddenly jolted up, her entire body going rigid. “Wha-”

“Erwin!” The Commander turned around to see Hanji standing on the stone steps leading down to the dungeon, clutching a lantern in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other.

Erwin stood and met his girlfriend on the steps, taking the manacles from her. Hanji gazed at him for a minute before her gaze shifted to the woman in the cell. Erwin could tell right away that Hanji felt something similar about the mysterious assassin, that she had the strange feeling that there was something more to her like he did. He could see it in her eyes, in the way they shone even in the darkness of the dungeon.

“Time to go,” Hanji said softly.

Erwin nodded and made his way to the cell, Hanji following close behind with a sword in her grasp, ready to cut the woman down should she try anything.

When Erwin moved to stand behind her, leaning down to lock her wrists into the handcuffs, (Y/N) hung her head again, her mind still spinning with the name that had fallen from the Commander’s lips. 

It was a name she hadn’t heard in years, a name that still haunted her dreams and left her feeling cold and alone. There was no way it was really him. Levi was a common enough name that the Captain could be anyone. Despite this, the fact that there was a chance he was really out there, gave (Y/N) peace of mind. 

If he was dead, then she guessed she was going to see him soon, maybe finally live the life they wanted to, if that was even possible after death. If he was alive, then that would still be satisfactory enough for her. Either way, she hoped she’d get to see him again soon. Maybe death wouldn’t be so bad.

“Commander Erwin,” (Y/N) said.

“Yes?” Erwin said, trying to hide the surprise in his voice when she said his real name rather than mocking his title of Commander or calling him an idiot.

“How is your shoulder?”

Erwin was baffled but answered her honestly.

“Sore but healing well.”

“Good. I’m sorry I stabbed you.”

Erwin swallowed and shook his head to tell her it was alright, his throat refusing to let him speak. Hanji was watching the Angelus Mortis carefully, her eyes filled with confused sorrow. (Y/N) glanced at the bespeckled Squad Leader and nodded once, a tiny smile curving at the corners of her lips.

(Y/N) could do nothing but sit still as they finished clamping her hands behind her back and stood her up, leading her out of the cell and up the stairs to her inevitable death.

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Levi strode through the halls, looking for Erwin. He had been told immediately upon his arrival that the Commander had managed to capture a dangerous assassin from the Underground and needed his assistance in transporting them to the Military Police base to be detained and sentenced to death. He had been a bit surprised with the news, he hadn’t known that Erwin was hunting for a killer from the slums, but he had been out for an entire week on that solo mission, so things were bound to happen without his knowledge while he was gone.

Levi only paused by his office to switch out the sword he had for a cleaner, sharper one. The blade he had carried previously was covered in filth and worn from the constant fights he had been forced to break up on his mission.

As soon as he had a better weapon, he set off for the dungeons where Erwin and Hanji were supposedly already bringing the criminal up the stairs. He hadn’t heard much about this assassin, all he knew was that they were exceedingly dangerous, known as the Angelus Mortis, and they were headed for death row. He gripped his sword a bit tighter as he walked, readying his mind to prepare for anything. A criminal this dangerous would be incredibly strong and while he had no doubt in his mind that he could defeat the bastard, he would rather get out of the fight with all of his limbs attached.

“Levi! Over here!”

Levi looked up as he approached the dungeon steps, his silver eyes flickering over to the prisoner in Hanji’s and Erwin’s grasp. His eyes widened a little when he realized the assassin was a woman, her filthy (h/c) hair covering her face as she hung her head.

“Oi, who are you? What’s your name?” Levi asked coldly, his eyes narrowing on her thin form.

He expected her to keep her head down despite his commanding tone. He knew criminals like this, you could yell at them all you wanted, demand things from them, even beat them and they would usually remain stubbornly silent. 

What he did not expect was for her to lift her head sharply, the sound of his voice triggering something in her.

Levi gasped audibly when her (e/c) eyes met his silver ones, his entire world shifting beneath his feet. Her whole body froze when she saw him. For a moment, nobody breathed, Levi’s eyes roving over her constantly as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.

(Y/N). That was (Y/N). His (Y/N).

The one who had given him so much love and appreciation every day despite their shitty lives in the slums. The one who had comforted him when the world felt too dark; the one who loved him when he couldn’t love himself; the one who patched him up after a fight and fought by his side when she could. It was (Y/N). Undoubtedly (Y/N).

“Levi? What’s the matter?” Hanji asked.

Levi suddenly remembered the reality of their situation. (Y/N) was the goddamn Angelus Mortis. The most dangerous assassin in the world was the love of his life, and she was being sentenced to death.

“Let her go,” Levi said, his voice low.

“What? But Levi-”

“I said let her go!” Levi barked.

Hanji and Erwin exchanged concerned glances but slowly moved to unlock the handcuffs holding her to them.

As soon as she was free, (Y/N) sprinted forward and crashed into Levi, her small frame hitting him like a bullet. 

“LEVI!!!” (Y/N) cried in a strangled voice.

Levi grunted a little at the impact but wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her waist, completely forgetting about the audience that watched them, their mouths dropped open in shock. Hanji and Erwin were no better, their eyes wide.

“Oh my fucking gods, it’s you, it’s really you,” (Y/N) whispered in awe, her arms tightening around him, holding each other in the middle of the hallway.

Levi was about to speak when he looked up and noticed that everyone was staring. Sending a glare in the direction of their audience that promised a painful death to anyone who spoke, Levi reluctantly pulled away from (Y/N) and grabbed her wrist, tugging her along behind him as he made for his office.

“Wait, Levi!”

“Levi! What the hell!?”

Levi heard Erwin and Hanji call out to him but he ignored them, making a beeline for the familiar wooden door to his quarters. He could hear the pounding footsteps of the Commander and the crazy scientist coming up behind him, but he did not stop or slow down, his eyes trained on his destination.

When they had finally reached his office, Levi pulled (Y/N) inside and begrudgingly let Erwin and Hanji join them before slamming the door shut and locking it. (Y/N) barely had enough time to glance around the space before he was on her again, this time sealing their lips in a searing kiss that stole the air from her lungs.

Erwin’s and Hanji’s jaws dropped at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier kissing the Angelus Mortis without a care in the world. Neither one of them had ever known Levi to be interested in love, the sullen man even going so far as to get angry at the mention of it, rolling his eyes when couples kissed in the hallways and gagging when Hanji tried to set him up with someone.

Levi pulled away from the kiss, panting, before he moved his lips to place desperate butterfly kisses all over her face and neck, his body humming at the feeling of her against him for the first time in years.

When they finally broke apart again, both of them ignoring the company they had in the office with them, they stared at each other, their eyes shining as they took the sight of their lost lover. (Y/N) reached up and gently cupped his cheek with her palm, her heart nearly exploding when he nuzzled into her touch, his eyes closing and his own hand coming up to cover her own.

“Gods, I missed you so fucking much,” Levi murmured.

“Me too Levi, I missed you so much, I don’t even have the words to express it.”

“I thought I lost you…,” Levi choked out, a single tear sliding down his cheek to hit her thumb where her hand was still holding his face.

“I thought I lost you,” (Y/N) whispered, her thumb moving to swipe the tear off of his skin. “I was told when I asked around that you were killed in combat with Farlan and Isabel, after being forced to join the military.”

Levi’s eyes opened, his silver hues glassy with unshed tears.

“I tried to get you. Tried to come back for you. But when I got to the Underground, everyone near our old place told me you had been brutally murdered. I even found the inside of our house to be destroyed with blood splattered on the floor.”

Levi’s body began to tremble as he relived the horrendous memory. The time when he thought all hope was lost, all life was meaningless, and that he was destined to be alone. When he had collapsed upon the filthy floor of their old ramshackle home, the blood soaking into his pants and sliding over his palms, he had wanted nothing more than to die. Almost did, until he managed to remind himself that she would’ve never wanted that for him. That she would’ve killed him if he decided to end his life. And so he had hardened his heart and left the scene, making that promise to himself right then and there that he would never love another woman ever again. He would live, for her sake, but he would never love, for his sake.

(Y/N) glanced away from him then, her hand dropping from his face to twist nervously in front of her, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“Yeah, well, when I thought you were dead, I knew there was no hope for me left. I was in agony, but I was also furious. Beyond furious at both the Military Police and the Survey Corps for taking you and Isabel and Farlan away from me. Aside from that though, I was also scared. Scared they would find out about our relationship and come looking for me. I knew I had to get out of there, I refused to work for the murderers who had taken away my one happiness in this life. So I trained myself, starting by faking my own death to become untraceable. Then I became stronger, faster. I killed both to remain free and to make them feel the pain I felt when you were ripped away from me.”

Levi’s eyes softened and he reached for her, bringing her into his chest and holding her tightly, his fingers tangling in her hair. Oh gods she was skin and bones, he could feel how malnourished she was through his shirt, her ribs poking him in the chest as he held her.

Suddenly, the Commander’s sharp voice broke the spell in the room, making both Levi and (Y/N) jump a little when he spoke.

“Sorry to interrupt, but what the fuck is going on here?” Erwin asked.

Levi and (Y/N) pulled out of their embrace but Levi kept an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, holding her close to him as if she’d disappear if he let go.

“Sorry, Erwin, Hanji,” Levi said, looking at each of his friends in turn. “I’d like for you to properly meet (Y/N) Ackerman, my wife.”

If Erwin and Hanji thought they were shocked before, nothing could have prepared them for the bombshell that just landed on them. Both of their mouths fell open so they were gaping like fish, their words caught in their throats.

“YOUR WIFE!?” Hanji suddenly screeched, her eyes sparkling with shock and wonder.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile and nod, her expression making the room feel several degrees warmer.

“But, Levi, you’ve never worn a ring!” Erwin pointed out, his mind scrambling for any kind of clues that he had missed that would’ve told him sooner that Levi was married. He came up empty. He knew for a fact that Levi never wore a ring on his hand, knew that if he had, Hanji would’ve never stopped asking him about it.

Levi then flashed a small smile of his own, and reached up to remove the cravat from around his neck. As soon as the pristine white fabric had fallen away, Erwin and Hanji were both able to see the silver chain that was clasped around his neck, a simple gold band hanging from the center.

(Y/N) reached up with her own hands to move the flaps of the old jacket she was wearing, the same silver chain with a gold ring on the end of it sitting against her sternum.

Erwin and Hanji just stood and stared in complete and utter shock for a moment, before Hanji suddenly let out a loud squeal, her eyes shining behind her glasses as she ran right up to (Y/N). Levi stuck an arm out as the energetic woman came running up to them.

“Oi, Four-Eyes, don’t go harassing her.”

“Levi, this is your wife! I can’t not come and say hello!” Hanji said incredulously, pushing his arm away and ignoring his scowl as she bounded around (Y/N) excitedly. “Oh my gods you are so pretty! No wonder Shorty likes you!”

(Y/N) blushed at the comment and sheepishly ducked her head down a little but she was smiling brightly, her fingers moving to gently run down Levi’s arm, telling him she was alright even with this wildly energetic woman in her face.

“T-Thank you,” (Y/N) said. “Are you a friend of Levi’s?”

The  scientist nodded excitedly and stuck out her hand for (Y/N) to shake. “The name’s Hanji.”

(Y/N) shook her hand and tried to force the blush from her cheeks as Hanji continued to fawn over her.

“Levi, how come you never told us you were married?” Erwin asked while his girlfriend continued to blubber away, cooing over (Y/N)’s features and already beginning to set up a meal plan to help her get strong again.

Levi leveled a gaze at his Commander and one of the few people he called his friend. It was hard to tell what the giant blonde was thinking. He obviously knew Hanji’s opinion on everything, but Erwin’s sharp blue eyes remained unreadable but no less intense as they settled on the shorter man, waiting for a response. Levi naturally drifted almost imperceptibly closer to (Y/N) before speaking.

“I thought she was dead, Erwin. I’ve thought that ever since I went back to try to bring her up with me and found that scene at the house. Not only would telling you have been pointless, but also, it hurt too much to talk about her. I never took off my ring, I always wear it under my cravat, but I could never bring her up in conversation, not without feeling like my heart was being ripped out,” Levi said quietly, his voice a low rumble and his cheeks tinted with the palest pink as he admitted his feelings aloud.

Erwin contemplated his Captain’s words, his eyes narrowed on the sharp grey ones that stared right back. After a moment, Erwin could tell there was no deception in his friend’s gaze, nothing to suggest he hadn’t told them about (Y/N) for some unorthodox reason. The Commander nodded once, and he could’ve sworn Levi let out the softest sigh of relief. Hanji’s head suddenly shot up from where she had been examining (Y/N) for injuries.

“So that’s why you never accepted any of the women I tried to set you up with!” She said. “You were always so bothered by it, always so angry, now I know why!”

“Yeah,” Levi grumbled as he glared at the scientist. “Even when I thought she was dead, I just couldn’t love another…” 

Hanji stared at him for a moment before her eyes softened. She knew how hard it was for him to admit all of this, how awkward he must feel right now trying to explain everything. She wasn’t used to seeing her normally blunt, stoic, collected friend so nervous.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I just didn’t want you to be so sad and lonely anymore.”

Levi threw her another glare but it was less harsh this time, and having been friends with the grumpy man for so long, Hanji could read the hidden gratitude in his eyes. She nodded once in response and went back to checking (Y/N) over.

“(Y/N),” Erwin called, suddenly turning to face her after watching Hanji examine her.

“Yes?”

“Now that we’ve found out about your connection to my Captain here, I want to remind you that I am technically still obligated to take you to the Military Police for your crimes.”

Levi let loose an almost animalistic snarl and wrapped his arms around (Y/N), his eyes flashing and his teeth bared as he dared his friend to even try to take her from him. Erwin didn’t even bat an eye, a small smile curving at the corners of his lips.

“Since it is obvious that is not really an option for either of you, I would like to formally ask you to join the Survey Corps. That way, I can discount any charges against you and protect you from being forcibly taken from our custody once the Military Police realize we are not going to arrive.”

(Y/N) looked up at her husband, meeting his gaze and squeezing his hand comfortingly. Gods she had missed him so much, her heart ached with how much she loved this man, how much she never wanted to let him out of her sight ever again. Even though she had hated the military for most of her life, basing her entire career around it in her search for vengeance, there was no debate in her mind. Even if joining the Survey Corps wouldn’t have guaranteed her life, she knew she would’ve always agreed.

“Yes, I will join the Survey Corps, pledge my life to you, and fight for humanity,” (Y/N) said clearly and without hesitation, returning the smile the Commander threw her. Turning to Levi, (Y/N) looked deeply into his gunmetal eyes, marveling at the emotion swirling within them. “I will follow you, wherever you go, no matter what happens, I am never letting you out of my sight ever again.”

Levi let a genuine smile ride across his face as Erwin and Hanji left to go submit the proper paperwork, giving the reunited couple some privacy. Leaning down, Levi pressed his lips to hers in a blazing kiss, gentle and sweet but no less passionate, letting his kisses tell her exactly how he was feeling in that moment.

“I’m so glad you’re alive, (Y/N),” Levi whispered breathlessly when they pulled apart, resting his forehead against hers.

“I will always come back to you, Levi,”  (Y/N) said, her own eyes glazed with unshed tears. “I only ever feel truly alive when I am with you.”

~~~

A/N: I know the ending dialogue is a little cheesy but I had fun writing this anyway. Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoy! More Levi content coming soon!

[belit0]

Okay hear me out something really really and really dark with indra 🤭 Like you “cheating on him” ( Reader didn’t probally just some weirdo mailman arriving at theyre mountain home asking for stuff and the reader lets him and somehow they make it into the bedroom?? 😭) and indra comes in and it just becomes really dark

"something really really and really dark with Indra..." 

My brain didn't need much more to create something completely bizarre and sickening.

TW: Non-con, kidnapping, blood, s3x with a dead man lmao.

The night was short, too short for your liking. You always get this feeling when Indra is absent when his presence is so far away he is not even perceptible in the scope of your reach.

If your man is with you, you know when the sun goes down the torture begins. Upon meeting him, you never expected such a handsome countenance could carry so much evil inside. And although he claims to want you, at this point you understand all he wants is absolute possession over you, he is not interested in pursuing your love or seeking your adoration.

But of course, whoever fell into the clutches of such a beast, and to make matters worse, voluntarily as you had done, had no way to escape. Who would dare to face the mighty Otsutsuki? He who would make people run in dismay at the mere sound of his name.

Trapped in the depths of an isolated forest, you had given up any hope of ever walking the earth freely years ago. There was no way to evade the surveillance of your partner, who was everywhere with the secrecy of a feline.

If you had the courage to try to run, to scream for help, what awaited on feeling his hands around your neck was even worse than death. He always got what he desired, and the only thing he had craved was you.

It took several frustrating attempts to free yourself that led you to be brutally clamored by him on the forest floor, while his grip left bruises on any part that had contact with your skin. The scene ended grotesquely, as he carried you back home as if nothing had happened. Your bloody form, with clothes torn off and a few bones, were broken by Indra's violence, lay fainting on his arms, time after time.

Eventually, you understood that there would be no point with such an approach when in your last try it all got too much and he decided to break both of your wrists to make you stop resisting. The recovery was long, and when you were back to normal, you decided to succumb to being used every night rather than savaged that way.

But now, as you sat looking out the window, you thought to yourself. Indra had left on a trip weeks ago, and as usual, it was unclear where he was heading. Escaping would be imprudent, for perhaps it was all a test, a made-up situation to see how you would react to such a prolonged absence.

Forgetting the matter, you got up to the kitchen when a loud noise on the outside caught your attention. Resuming your previous position, you watched as a man with long black hair fell to his knees a few feet from the door, dropping to the ground and barely holding himself up with his hands.

There it is, Indra's damned testing.

Rushing away from the window and leaning your back against the wall, you gasped for breath, trying to calm yourself. As sorry as you were for that human being, you knew that your partner would appear at any second and cruelly end his life. He was simply trying to make you take a false step, tempting your big heart and your ample generosity.

Minutes that felt like an eternity passed, as the pleas for help grew lighter and lighter and the volume diminished.

No one was attacking.

The man continued to kneel, trying to reach the house.

Unable to endure, you decided to betray your preemptive alarms and ran out of the house. This person was severely wounded, unable to move or walk on his own. 

A sense of security assaulted you as you helped him in and laid him down on your bed, while you analyzed the wounds and the origin of the blood.

No one was attacking!

It was a tough job to put the man's battered body to rights, but after extensive treatment of his wounds, he was no longer in danger and regained his breath, still lying on Indra's pillow.

And with that, the man grabbed you by the nape of your neck and leaned you over him, causing the lips of the two of you to gently meet. It wasn't like Indra's touches, it wasn't possessive or unwanted, it was romantic, gentle, warm, and beautiful.

"You saved my life and I don't even know your name..."

"No need to exaggerate, gentleman. Had I left you there, you probably would have woken up after a good few minutes, I simply relieved the pain. As for my name... I regret to say that I cannot reveal it."

"A beautiful mystery... in that case, there's no need to know mine either."

The temperature rose, not taking long to exchange tongues, and avoiding to climb on top of him because of the state of his poor body, you lay down on your side of the bed, where Indra had taken you countless times.

Not wanting to let go, you simply let him handle the moment.

After a slight hesitation, he pulled away and looked into your eyes, asking permission to do it again. Licking your lips, it was you who initiated the action this time.

Hands danced everywhere, and clothes were lost with speed. He had you mount him, making it clear he could not exert himself too much due to lack of strength. Not wanting to argue against that logic, you sank on his erect length with a moan, while your eyes closed tightly.

You only opened them when you began to feel your orgasm approach, seeking eye contact for more pleasure. But you were disconcerted to see that his gaze was fixed on a corner of the room, to which your back was turned.

A pleased smile graced his features, not even paying attention to you.

"This way is fine, boss?"

Your blood froze in understanding.

Indra's test.

But what you didn't expect was for the man beneath you to suddenly become completely paralyzed, as a muffled THUD rang through the room and the hot liquid splashed your face and chest, as well as your arms.

Your eyes squeezed shut as a kunai was thrust into his forehead, killing him on the spot. A quick instinct assaulted your muscles as you tried to pull the slain man's limb out of you and run, getting away from your partner and trying to save yourself.

Now, this was the worst situation in the world.

There was no way you were going to pull through this.

But a huge, strong hand grabbed your hair as he noticed your intentions, pulling you down on the man's body and extracting the murder weapon with the other hand.

Tears began to stream down your cheeks as your hands closed over his wrist, futilely trying to make him let go of your hair.

"Unsightly..."

"Disgusting..."

"It only took you a second of my absence to jump on a bastard's cock. I knew you were an insufferable fucker from the way you cry and beg for my touches, but now I see it's your natural way of acting...you're just a whore, aren't you?"

It has been a long time since you realized how your rejections towards his actions were perceived and qualified as wanting, where Indra's reality was completely distorted.

"I...N-N-N..."

You can't get your tongue to move properly to outline his name, trying to defend yourself somehow. Ironic, for that heated muscle had danced shamelessly seconds ago across the man's lips lying beneath you.

"Shut your ungrateful mouth you rotten filthy bitch."

Your face is pressing against the man's neck, being held still by Indra. The blood dripping from the mortal wound on that person's forehead oozed down your features, mingling with your tears.

"Is this what you wanted? It takes a worm-like him to make you realize who you belong to? A damn misfortune that cute little cunt of yours has been desecrated in such a manner."

And as your breathing continued to heave and your body was convulsing in revulsion because the murdered man's limb continued inside you, you didn't notice Indra's weight on your back until it was too late.

"I allowed this hole to remain virgin waiting to be taken when my first son was inside you... The notion of fucking you along with my offspring was wonderful, but as you won't outlive this, I'll give myself the treat I've been depriving of."

You can feel the tip of his cock exert pressure on your ass, and even as a dead man lies beneath you both, filling your pussy, Indra has no trouble getting fully hard and forcing his way into you.

Holding your neck with both hands, his chest is pressed against your back as his waist slams viciously over your form, making you cry out in pain and getting halting pleas for mercy from your lips.

Everything is a nightmare.

Indra is a nightmare.

And even with the dark picture in that room, with your face smeared in The Otsutsuki's latest victim's blood, you hear his breathing pick up pace, grunts coming from deep in his throat as his dick mercilessly works your tight channel.

The man's length beneath your body lost its rigidity, uselessly stuffing you.  

You have no idea how much time elapsed in that assault, for your consciousness shut down a few times and you were forcibly awakened by his slapping.

Eventually, his seed mixes with the blood coming from your not-so-virgin opening. Beastly sounds are heard from behind you as your eyes close in defeat, tears continue to fall unchecked.

And suddenly the last sensation you experience in your life is that of such abuse. 

Accompanied by the sharp cold metal teeth of the kunai that slits your throat and robs you of your last breath.

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

WKM Role Swap: The Séance

Prologue, Previous Chapter

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The roles have changed, but the séance still has to go on.

Mind you... Is this the first time we've ever witnessed Celine and William have a private conversation?

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"What do you think you’re playing at?” Celine's presence blazed before him like an inferno the moment the door was closed. “Do you think this will help you gain my favour after everything that happened?” William lifted his hat and brushed out his hair with a hollow laugh.

“You’re still the same as always, Celine. Not everything revolves around you, did you know that? Sure, I missed you as much as everyone else, but this isn’t about you. It’s not about whatever we shared long ago. There’s a likely case of homeo sapio zombifus or some 'ghost' that we need to sort out. I’m the only one with a reputable sharpshooting reputation, and also the ability to not believe whatever horseshit you want to feed everyone with -”

“William!”

“- which is why I’m the only one who can help you here. How can any of those ghosts possess someone who doesn’t believe in this? If you want to work on a plan, you need a man with years of military experience on your side.” William pulled the empty chair out, only to stop as he spotted Celine’s bag laying there. She was empty-handed when she arrived, yet here it was. It was passed to her so he could sit down. He slumped into the chair, arms loosely crossed and legs spread as Celine began setting the table. There was no ignoring the anger simmering under the surface as she lit the white candles.

“You haven’t changed at all. Mark was killed, and here you are acting like you two had another petty spat.”

“Huh, funny that. You ultimately took my side in that ‘petty spat’, didn’t you?” The empty bag was flung at William, who was quick to catch it and drop it on the ground beside his hat. “But if you really must know, I came to this party to try and make amends with Mark and try and find some sort of peace with that madman. Just because I’m used to being surrounded by death does not make me immature and dismissive to what happened. So why don’t we act like adults and get to the bottom of this?” Celine’s temper rose, only to slowly fade with a deep breath.

“You’re right. There are more important matters to deal with right now.” Calmer now, she cleansed and shuffled the tarot deck. “I just can't shake the feeling that Mark's death is the start of something much bigger. I've never been fully comfortable in this house - and I understand why, now that I'm here with my eyes fully open to the world beyond. There's an energy that made me so eager to escape the house if I was stuck here for too long...” She trailed off as the pair locked eyes. Their dates mostly consisted of trips outside the manor. How much of it was genuine romantic feelings, and how much was actually the actions of something hidden inside the walls influencing the minds of two who lived and worked there? Celine’s eyes widened in realisation. Was their entire relationship something staged by whatever lurked in the house to advance its sick plot? William pulled himself up, sitting properly on the chair as he finally gave Celine his full attention.

“Something dark, far beyond our control, is going on right under our noses. It has acted out and used us as pawns before. If we don’t reach Mark, it will happen again. Please, Colonel… Don’t joke around.”

“I won’t.”

Celine drew three cards and set them on the table. William didn’t understand the significance of them, and Celine’s explanation of their symbolism shot over his head, but he could understand that they confirmed ‘the path was clear’ (whatever that meant). William followed Celine’s breathing instructions as his thoughts slipped away. His vision grew blurry and then… Everything went black.

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William stood in one of the empty bedrooms, his back against the closed door as he gathered his bearings after promising to hunt the 'old bag of bones'. He could hear footsteps and a voice pass by, “- we were celebrating something, but he never specified what". Frowning, William opened the door -

  Mark was standing on the stairs, addressing the group in a hollow, dramatic performance. "It's not all about the poker. It's not about me… it's about you." William glanced to the right. Mark had pointed to the stranger William met outside. The rest of Mark's speech faded out as the location morphed to the cellar.

  "A fully loaded gun? It wouldn't be you if you weren't armed to the teeth, would it?" Mark had the pistol, casually dumping the bullets onto the counter. William tried to snatch his gun back, but hesitated as he felt the bullets rattle in his pocket - the bullets he had taken out of his gun before the party ever began...

He looked up. There was a closed door in front of him. "This place is cursed!” William hesitated. He recognised the voice. But when he turned his head -

  He was looking out an upstairs window. An older man with fair hair and brown overalls stood in the garden. He was surrounded by Chef, the Detective, and the Attorney as he leaned on the handle of his shovel. “However, there is one reason. One incident. One manifestation - that will get me into that madhouse… And you had better pray to God that reason never comes to pass.”

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William pulled himself back to his body with a heavy gasp as he lurched forward.

"Colonel? What happened? What did you see?" Celine called out. William didn't answer at first. He heaved as he gathered his bearings. Both hands tightly squeezed his knees to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. It was only when he lifted his head that Celine could see how shaken he was.

"This place is cursed." 

"I know. That's why I'm trying to-"

"No, you don't understand. This place is cursed. If we stay here, any of us, the curse will get us too. It's like you said - we're on the verge of being used as pawns." For someone who was such a firm sceptic minutes earlier, William was very set on this change of heart. "Tidy your things. We need to go. All of us."

"I'm not going anywhere. That's why I came back! There's an unseen force that needs to be dealt with."

"Whatever it is, it got Mark. Do you want to be next? Pack up. We can continue this outside."

"We are NOT going anywhere! We are NOT done! Tell me what you saw!"

"I saw people talking about how no one knows what's going on around here. George has the answers, but we need to go out to him."

"... I told you not to play around."

"I'm not. That's exactly what I saw."

"How does that give any indication of the truth? You need to go back and take this seriously! This is a matter of life and death!"

"That's what I'm TRYING to do! Why don't you BELIEVE me?!"

“What in the shit are you two yelling about?!” Abe charged in, taking in the scene before him. The Attorney trailed just behind him with worry on their face. “What is -”

“Get out! We aren’t done - Colonel!” William took advantage of the distraction to snatch his hat and put it back on. “Where do you think you’re going?!”

“Get her to pack up. We all need to get outside. Someone find Damien. I need to talk to George." William shouldered past the Attorney and stormed off.

“George? Who the hell is George?” Abe noticed the change in demeanour in both Benjamin and the Chef and quickly cornered them. “What do you two know?”

“Well…” Benjamin looked aside as he scratched his cheek. “George is the manor’s groundskeeper. But he only works weekdays. I don’t know where the Colonel would be going since he wouldn’t be here...”

“It looks like your friend here may disagree with that notion!” 

“Me?” The Chef pointed to himself with feigned innocence.

“Yeah, you.”

“I don’t know shit. I plead the fifth, man!” Chef folded his arms, intending that to be the end of that. Instead, Benjamin turned and sharply poked Chef’s arm.

“Chef, if you know something, for God’s sake spit it out!”

“Okay, alright! You’re twisting my arm.” Chef took a half-step back to give himself room away from the others. “Alright… George has been living on the grounds for years-”

“WHAT?!” Benjamin’s reaction perfectly encapsulated what everyone else was thinking.

“And you just now thought to share that information with us? How the hell did the Colonel know that if no one else did?” Abe lifted a hand in frustration at this revelation.

“Private lived in the manor when he used to work here. The two were friends, and the only one that fuckin’ hermit would talk to while working in the gardens.”

“Oh great! Wonderful! Now we might have a case of an accomplice of a murderer being right here!” Abe’s outcry was drowned out by a clap of thunder.

“For the last time, stop saying that word!” Celine snapped, storming out of the séance room.

“Look, George… He’s just a guy who tends to the grounds -”

“I don’t have time for fucking excuses! The Colonel has just run out there to find this man, and we’d best find him before anything else -"

"Can you all stop bickering and leave?" Celine interrupted sharply.

"You're not coming?"

"I'm not finished. I need more answers." Abe pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh.

"I can't keep an eye on all of you if you all insist on being so immature… Partner," the Attorney looked surprised as Abe called them over, "I need you to stay here and be my eyes. 

“Excuse me? I don’t need to be kept under surveillance, least of all under your order!” Celine’s eyes narrowed as she took in the numbers around them. “Shouldn't they be with Damien, if you're so stressed about everyone splitting up?”

“I just checked in on him, madam. He's asleep in his room with his leg propped up." While Celine was relieved her brother was resting, it also eliminated her scapegoat. She turned to the Attorney.

"Fine. You can stay. But I need to do my work first." The Attorney was doubtful, but Celine's mind was set. Why were they staying if the Colonel ordered everyone to go outside?

“C’mon. We’re wasting time.” Abe gestured for Chef to lead the way out. Celine returned to the room with the Attorney in tow. They glanced over their shoulder and caught the gaze of Abe. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, Partner. We're going to get to the bottom of this mess.”

All the Attorney could do was give a small smile as they closed the door. What else could they do? Their hands were tied.

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Next Chapter

[evabellasworld]

Storm of the Republic

Chapter 21

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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With their hands cuffed, Odd Eye could only blink towards the soggy ground as Tarot and Mina were sitting beside her, not saying a single word. “So, what do we do now?” Mina asked, trying to wrangle herself free. “How do we get out of here?”

The commander of the 666th Battalion turned towards Tarot with a stony expression on her face. “Can you shuffle the cards for us?”

Tarot turned to the other Mina, gesturing towards his utility belt. “Could you help me get my tarot cards? I don’t think I can reach them with those handcuffs around me.”

“Seriously?” the other Mina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “You were given two hands and a brain. At least utilise it.”

“I’ll give you a reading if you take my tarot cards for me.”

“Yes, vod,” she gave a nod, as she looked left and right and reached for his pocket, slowly taking out the deck of cards with her hands. As she handed it to him, Tarot glanced at Odd Eye, smiling. “So, what questions do you have for me, Commander?”

“Will we get out of this situation?” Odd Eye asked the deck, hoping she would get a yes as an answer.

He shuffled the cards for her, provoking no form of attention from the battle droids. They may have gotten hold of their blaster, but they will never take away his treasured possession that his late general had gifted.

As he finished shuffling the cards, he pulled out the Temperance card from the deck, which made him frown. “Oh dear,” Tarot bared his teeth. “I’m afraid I have bad news for you.”

She breathed in frustration. “Seriously? We’re not getting out of here? Did you even shuffle the cards properly?”

“Of course I did, commander,” Tarot insisted. “I’ve been doing readings for the entire battalion for years and I have never been wrong in my entire career, ever.”

“Entire career, my ass. No one has ever paid you to do a reading for them.”

“Well, I’m planning to become a professional tarot reader once the war is over. Besides, I could earn a lot of money for predicting other people’s future, you know.”

“The only thing you’re always fixated on is your future,” Odd Eye raised her voice. “Right now, we’re being captured by the Imps and that’s the only thing running in your head right now? How do you become an ARC Trooper with that kind of attitude?”

“Okay guys, let’s not argue too much,” Erina stepped in between them, squeezing both their hands. “Right now, we’ll have to think of a way to get ourselves out of this sticky situation. Can we work on this together?”

Before Odd Eye and Tarot could answer their general, two battle droids approached them, pointing their weapons in front of their faces. “Silence, Republic dogs, or we’ll shoot.”

The former could only smirk as she glanced at them, before pouncing on one droid and disarmed it, shooting both the droids with agility. Erina was speechless as watched the commander freed herself, before the latter tossed a blaster towards her. “What are you waiting for? This is our chance to take them down. Come on.”

“You’re insane,” the general remarked, as she shifted her focus towards Raul, who was trembling to himself. Pulling the trigger, she shot her partner’s handcuffs, making him exclaim through his throat.

“Makers, Eri. You could have killed me.”

“Just be grateful that you can fight. Now don’t just stand there. Grab something and fight those Imperial scum, goddamit.”

“Yes, dear,” Raul saluted as he jumped on a droid and stomped its head, snatching a blaster from its hands. The Imperials opened fire towards the clones, but the latter fought back with their combined strength and their brains, taking them down like what they did in their training simulation.

Mina got back her twin pistols and took down the Super Battle Droids, before moving on with the B1 units. Nygma and Beetle, on the other hand, collected some explosives from the droid’s camp and tossed them towards an army, making the ground shatter.

Watching the battle, Faven’s legs were shaking as Hyewon unlocked her handcuffs with a safety pin, before doing the same for Boil and Faven. “We should join the party,” the purple-haired clone gestured. “Come on, guys.”

“When did you learn how to pick locks?” Boil asked her. “I don’t even know how to do that.”

“I learned it from an escaped artist. He failed to escape from prison, though.”

“How ironic,” Faven snorted, tossing their weapons towards them. “But we have a job to finish and we don’t have time to loiter around like.”

The two of them nodded and joined the battle, gunning down their enemies swiftly. The droid army had called for reinforcement at their camp, but Boil could not care, for he was determined to win this minor battle. He was humiliated for getting ambushed by the Empire, and now, he is getting his sweet revenge against them.

“Hey, you three,” Mina pointed her fingers at Faven, Boil, and Faven. “Don’t just stand there and shoot. I need you all to sabotage their tanks right now. We need to everything we can to cripple those scumbags. Got it?”

“Yes, general,” Hyewon acknowledged, looking at her siblings. “How the fuck are we going to do that? We won’t even last for two seconds.”

“It’s easy,” Faven picked up three bombs from the box they carried moments ago. “We run towards them, plant them on the bottom of the tank, and run for safety. Understood?”

“I won’t fail you, pal.”

“That’s the spirit,” Boil cheered them up, as they brave themselves through the crossfire, avoiding every blast as they could.

Hyewon shielded herself from the attacks with her arms while Faven blasted the droids while running in the dark, hoping she could knock on a tree and die instantly. Meanwhile, Boil kept on sprinting towards the first tank, without looking back.

“I won,” he laughed, much to Faven’s exasperation.

“Not everything is a game, you know. For all we know, someone could die right now.”

“I love this game,” Hyewon smiled underneath her helmet, as she threw a bomb on the second tank, before winking at the former. “You can do it, Fav.”

She could only roll her eyes as she was the last one to finish her task given by the commander. Ducking behind the tree for safety, Faven covered her ears as three of the tanks blew up, sweeping away most of the droid army.

“Take that, you motherfucking clankers,” Boil screamed in joy as Hyewon cheered in a high-pitched voice.

“That is one hell of an explosion,” she bellowed. “I’ve never had this much fun since I beat someone in a poker game.”

But they spoke too soon. As the trio helped each other up, they were surrounded with reinforcements from the Imperials, prompting them to raise their hands in the air.

“Looks like we spoke too soon,” Faven said, deadpanned, as they were led back to the 666th and the 197th Battalion, who were forced to surrender.

Odd Eye stretched her lips wide, realising that she had to lose to the droid army for the second time in one day. “I can’t believe your deck is accurate.”

“I’m sorry, commander,” Tarot apologised. “Sometimes, I can’t always control the answers shown on my cards.”

“Looks like the concentration camps seem fun,” Raul showed his optimism, making Erina roll her eyes.

“You have to work to death in a concentration camp till you die, Raul. It’s not a delightful spot for vacation.”

“We shared the same blanket and you still can’t tell the difference between my normal voice and my sarcastic voice?” the general gasped dramatically. “That’s just absurd.”

“Are you using my words against me?”

“Well, I mean, you said that to me first, so it’s only fair if I-“

“Quiet, you too,” the B1 commanded. “Or we’ll shoot.”

Mina sighed in defeat when she watched the droid commander taken down, prompting her to turn around. The remaining members of the  212th Attack Battalion and the Coruscant Guards had arrived, with General Obi-Wan Kenobi And Commander Thire leading.

“My apologies for being late,” Obi-Wan greeted, as his troops moved into an attack position. “We were held back by the enemies on the beachfront.”

“No worries, General Kenobi,” smiled Erina. “You made it just in time.”

“Alright soldiers, let’s finish this battle and call it a day,” the soft-spoken Jedi ordered.

“Right away, sir,” Cody bobbed his head as they fired at the droids, sparing no one.

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🎶H/D Wireless Reveals Masterpost! 🎶

📻🎶 H/D Wireless 2019 - Drum Roll Please! 

🎵 Wireless wished upon a star Creators came from near and far Fics and art were made with love And dreams came true 🎵

🎤 Welcome to the final show of H/D Wireless 2019! 

Today is the day the magic ends, we're casting Revelio, making our participants finally visible! 

Thank you to everyone who has spent the last few weeks with us! It was a ride! We got to see Draco answer fanmail, watch a relationship grow just like a tiny potted plant, saw Harry as Aladdin, travelled through time, and so much more! Thank you to our fantastic artists and authors, without your creative minds fests like ours would be lost, thanks for all the love you put into your works we hope you had a blast! And thank you to everyone who flailed in the comments, everyone delivered a great work and we're glad you enjoyed them! 

We had three artworks, and twenty-eight fics, which makes a total of thirty-one submissions! 

And now without any further ado, may we present: The artists and authors of this year's H/D Wireless! 

Standing ovations for our great participants, please! 

And here's the Playlist one last time! 

🎵 ART

🎵 Title: Jolly Holiday (G)

Creator: @julcheninred

Song and movie: Jolly Holiday - Mary Poppins

Summary: A lovely magical date in a sidewalk chalk drawing!

📻 Title: The Sea Witch (T)

Creator: @shiftylinguini

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: Harry's got a problem. He knows there's one person who can help him. Well, who might help him. There'll be a price, though. The sea witch always wants something in return.

Harry thinks he's got something Draco might want.

🎵 Title: Anything your heart desires (T)

Creator: @maesterchill

Song and movie: When you wish upon a star - Pinocchio

Summary: Harry makes a wish upon a star—well, two wishes, really.

Draco only hears the first one but he makes them both come true.

🎵 FIC

🎵 Title: I dream of you, to wake [T, 13.6k]

Creator: @harryromper

Song and movie: Once Upon A Dream - Maleficent (Lana Del Rey version)

Summary: “Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time," Draco points out carefully.

“Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.”

Draco Malfoy is a world-renowned dream-walker, and he may be Harry Potter’s only hope.

📻 Title: remember me [T, 31k]

Creator: @hupsoonheng-blog

Song and movie: Remember Me - Coco

Summary: On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. 

And then Harry doesn’t come back. 

Only Draco believes that Harry isn’t dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends’ pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted.

🎵 Title: Upstaged [M, 3.4k]

Creator: @lettersbyelise

Song and movie: Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee (An Actors Life For Me) - Pinocchio 

Summary: West End actor Drake O'Malley starts receiving fanmail from a (not so mysterious) stranger.

📻 Title: Love, and Other Nonsense [T, 6.4k] 

Creator: @aelys-althea

Song and movie: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Hercules

Summary: Harry wasn't in love. No way. It wasn't even a crush, because it couldn't be. Surely.

Or so he thought until he found he couldn't stop thinking about a certain someone. Denial doesn't last for long when you've got a couple of helpful portraits to help realise the truth.

🎵 Title: Believe the very best [M, 10k] 

Creator: @parkkate

Song and movie: Can You Feel The Love Tonight - The Lion King

Summary: Draco tries to convince Harry he’s the chosen one 

📻 Title: Silverpoint [E, 8.8k] 

Creator: @tackytigerfic

Song and movie: I See the Light - Tangled

Summary: "It seems fairly simple to you, but you know that you don't really understand love - how could you, after all? You've never known how to talk about it, but you've never had to before. Everyone you ended up loving has always understood. You've been able to show them, by fighting for them, dying for them.

That seems a bit much- after all, Malfoy just wants tea in bed and his cock in your mouth (not usually at the same time).

It's ok to love him, you reason with yourself - he doesn't have to know. No one ever has to know."

Or: How Harry Potter Fell In Love (and Realised that Draco Malfoy Loved Him Back). 

🎵 Title: The Ryokan [T, 1.2k] 

Creator: @ladderofyears

Song and movie: How Far I'll Go - Moana

Summary: Harry is stressed and unhappy with life in wizarding London. In an attempt to help Harry relax, Draco takes him to stay in a Ryokan, a traditional Japanese inn.

📻 Title: Dreaming Darkly [E, 39.9k] 

Creator: @quicksilvermaid

Song and movie: Trust in me - Jungle Book

Summary: It's five years after the war, and Harry is not okay. He hates his job. He hates Robards. He hates Ron's promotions and Hermione's concern.

He chases oblivion in booze and weed and quick dirty fucks, but it's never enough.

Then Draco Malfoy's face comes up on the case board as a murder suspect and Harry is thrown into an investigation that will take him to dark and dangerous places and force him to question the line between dreams and reality.

🎵 Title: Of Losing Hope And Winning A War [T, 19k] 

Creator: @gnarf

Song and Movie: Be Prepared - Lion King

Summary: With the Dark Lord living in the Manor and no way to escape, Draco felt lost, trapped in a nightmare.

He couldn't know things were about to change for him. But first he had to lose all of what was left of his hope.

📻 Title: Every Leaf That Unfurls, Every Petal That Blooms [T, 6.3k] 

Creator: @bafflinghaze

Song and movie: So this is love - Cinderella

Summary: Draco can’t keep cacti alive, let alone flowers. None of this stops Neville Longbottom from giving him potted earth with promises of a seed nestled inside. “Don’t worry,” he assures Draco. “Harry will help.”

Which makes no sense—surely Potter’s saviour complex doesn’t extend to plants! Spoiler: it does, leading to Potter coming over to Draco’s place for dinner more frequently than ever.

Or, the one where everyone knows that Harry and Draco are dating...except them. 

🎵 Title: When You Can't Find A Hero, Become One [M, 15.8k] 

Creator: @meandminniemcg

Song and movie: Wherever You Are - Winnie the Pooh: Pooh's Greatest Adventure

Summary: After Harry Potter's mysterious disappearance, wizarding Britain moved on. Some moved on because they didn't care, some to keep the pieces of their lives together or to be strong for their traumatised loved ones. But Draco can’t move on. He decides to do whatever it takes to find out what happened to Potter. And Slytherins are good at doing whatever it takes. 

📻 Title: Strike a Good Match [T, 11.6k] 

Creator: @punk-rock-yuppie

Song and movie: Honor to Us All - Mulan

Summary: Draco tries to restore honor to the Malfoy family name. Of course Potter comes along and fucks it all up

🎵 Title: Songs in the Key of Love [E, 12.8k] 

Creator: @malenkayacherepakha

Song and movie: Whistle while you work - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

Summary: Harry Potter had been irritating Draco since the day they met, and Draco thought he knew every frustrating little aspect of the man after so many years of rivalry.

But then they were paired together as Auror partners, and things got so much worse.

Apparently, Harry liked to whistle while he worked, and it was the single most annoying sound Draco had ever heard in his life.

📻 Title: Wings of Salvation [T, 42.4k] 

Creator: @poljupci

Song and movie: I saw a dragon - Pete's dragon

Summary: After the death of his mother, Draco is left with a summerhouse he hasn’t visited since his childhood and having signed every piece of paperwork his solicitor put before him, he sets out to visit the place that holds his happiest memories.

Upon arrival, he’s met with a surprise that will change the course of his life for better or for worse. An injured Hebridean Black is sleeping in front of the door and with hopes of a new adventure, he decides to help the dragon, naming her Salus and owling his former best friend, Harry Potter to come and help him one last time.

Through foggy days and wine-filled evenings, with friends and a small muggle town on their side, they spend their time rediscovering friendship, building love and learning what it truly means to be free.

🎵 Title: For the First Time and Forever [T, 15.9k] 

Creator: @drarryruinedme7 (MarchNoGirl)

Song and movie: For the First Time in Forever - Frozen 

Summary: After five years of isolation, Draco opens Malfoy Manor and himself up again to the Wizarding World. Harry Potter's reappearance is anything but expected.

A story about metaphorical fireworks, literal fireworks, and a succession of very annoying sentient pieces of furniture.

📻 Title: Poor Unfortunate Souls [E, 19.6k] 

Creator: @doubleappled  

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: Draco is a potioneer. Harry's trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

🎵 Title: He's Holding Back, He's Hiding [T, 7.4k] 

Creator: @straightasdrarry (carereren)

Song and Movie: Can you feel the love tonight - Lion King

Summary: Harry and Draco are both oblivious idiots and Pansy is tired of their mutual pining.

📻 Title: What Is A True Diamond (In The Rough)? [G, 17k] 

Creator: @assassinsdragons (Dexiha)

Song and movie: Prince Ali - Aladdin

Summary: Yes, this is a fic about Harry, as Aladdin, finding love in the Sultan’s successor; Prince Draco. But it is not only a story about love. It is also about freedom. And about dreams. More specifically, it’s about dreams coming true

🎵 Title: Now I see [T, 4k] 

Creator: @saphira_black

Song and movie: Reflection - Mulan

Summary: The sudden realisation hit him like a sledgehammer. This was no longer his true self. He’d changed. He would always be the son of his parents, but he was no longer the puppet of the Dark Lord, a scared little boy who tried everything to survive during a war.

📻 Title: When Did You Last Let Your Heart Decide? [E, 50.3k] 

Creator: @euphemisia

Song and movie: A Whole New World - Aladdin

Summary: "I can show you the world." 

Our world is a broken disaster. A world separated by death and devastation. 

"Shining, shimmering, splendid." is

Torn, darkened, burnt. 

"I can open your eyes." 

My eyes are watering from the smoke.

"Take you wonder by wonder." 

Are you a wonder? Could you please, please take me somewhere?

🎵 Title: Dig A Little Deeper [T, 3.4k]

Creator: @china-nightingale

Song and movie: Dig A Little Deeper - The Princess and the Frog

Summary: Sometimes a second chance is all you need to move on with your life.

Sometimes that second chance comes with an unexpected friendship.

And sometimes that friend is a pain in the arse who is most certainly never going to be forgiven.

📻 Title: Green [G, 19.6k]

Creator: @RunningOutsideTheLines

Song and movie: Not easy being Green - Muppets

Summary: Draco is struggling to find a way to recover from the war with his life in shambles, his father in Azkaban, his house ransacked and the Magical government is struggling to recover from the loss of so many major political figures that were caught up in the war.

With the notice of the death of his Father, Draco abandons all hope of trying to fix things going forward and instead makes the final purchase necessary for his most extreme plan to fix everything that went wrong, and finds himself suddenly reliving his first year at Hogwarts.

Draco scrambles to adjust his plans only to find himself sorted into Gryffindor causing him to abandon all hope of pulling off the death of Voldemort by himself and starts reaching out to others for help as he struggles to maintain his identity as a Slytherin and Malfoy.

🎵 Title: Harry Knows Best [T, 4.2k]

Creator: @ununquadius

Song and movie: Mother Knows Best - Tangled

Summary: Harry has always lived inside the walls of Number 4 Privet Drive. His Aunt and Uncle keep him protected from the outside world, a place full of people who wouldn't hesitate to use his magical powers to their own benefit. Harry, however, dreams with a trip to London. His dreams will become true, when a blond thief enters his house in the middle of the night. 

📻 Title: Unfortunate Souls [E, 11.3k]

Creator: @drarryismymuse

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: He was warned not to deal with the reclusive witch in Knockturn Alley as she never played fair, but when Draco finds himself backed into a corner with no way out, and his mother's life in the balance, he makes the ultimate sacrifice to ensure their safety.

🎵 Title: Don’t Keep on Pretending [G, 3.1k]

Creator: @katemarley

Song and movie: Song from Mr Ray - Finding Nemo

Summary: After a talk to fifth years about Auror training, Harry Potter stops by the Potions classroom. Chatting with Draco Malfoy about Albus and James’s performance in Potions leads to a talk about the most uncomfortable moments of their past, but maybe they can proceed from there…

📻 Title: Herbology Study #8-C [T, 3.3k]

Creator: @fantom-ftnoise

Song and movie: Pink Elephants on Parade - Dumbo

Summary: In Neville's latest Herbology experiment, Hermione finds nargles, Ron is pumpkin juice, Harry is dramatic, and Draco saves the day.

🎵 Title: The World Has Somehow Shifted (Now That I See You) [T, 27.9k]

Creator: @inevitabledrarry

Song and movie: I See The Light - Tangled

Summary: Potter’s eyes soften. “I know. That’s not what I meant. I just… Just give me a chance, yeah?”

Draco looks into Potter’s vibrant emerald eyes. He can see the hesitancy and hope. Those eyes alone could undo Draco. But why should he give Potter a chance? Potter’s the one who didn’t even respond to his owls. Not even a ‘No thank you, I have better things to do.’ So why the sudden interest now? 

Draco taps his fingers on the table in a rhythm of right to left, hoping he’s making the right choice. What’s the worst possible thing that can happen?

He doesn’t expect the answer to be falling in love with Harry Potter. 

A story where Harry and Draco discover themselves– and each other– in the process. 

📻 Title: Falling for a Golden Boy [E, 44.6k]

Creator: @rockmarina (otpshipper98)

Song and movie: I won't say (I'm in love) - Hercules

Summary: Merlin. Why couldn’t Draco have moved to a forgotten village in the Alps? He could have turned into a shepherd, learned to make his own damn cheese and given up his damn magic. But no, he’d had to come back to his Eighth year, hadn’t he? And this was his life now. Draping himself over Potter to hear words from him that he knew Potter wouldn’t ever mean.

Great. The school year ahead of him looked simply great.

“All I know is—when I’m with you, I…” Potter, the heathen, grunted when he read the rest of his line. “Do I really need to say this?”

“What, scared of believing your own words, Scarhead?” Draco spat.

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.

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Once again, we would like to say thank you to everyone involved in the fest! The prompters, creators, the commenters and every single one of you who supported the fest!!

Happily Ever After

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The Fear of the Dragonwitch (Triplets RoLoRem AU) Chapter 4!!!

Word Count: 3536

TW: Swearing, hospitals, anesthesia, Remus, Deceit, homophobia talked about, there’s a threat at the end that is a bit violent and inappropriate but its from Remus so like meh.

Notes: This one wraps up the hospital bit with Lo and moves on to the uh, happiest character arc, which is Remus’. It’s pretty cute honestly, There’s a bunch of venting on his part because of the whole Logan thing. But it has a funny ending and he gets to do a happy so like yay! Last chapter here, first one here, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Receipt. (receit or demus)

Summary: “This is not ok and if I have to make sure those kids end up in jail before my son goes back to school I will. …sir I'm a lawyer” Logan recovers slowly but surely, but hes still in denial of all that has happened, making it out to be less than it is. Remus thinks its bullshit, and he needs a break; something Damián is completely willing to do. Will the tension between the two snap or will it bloom into something they’ve both wanted for longer than words can describe?

“yeah no I'm sorry sir, but this is not ok and if I have to make sure those kids end up in jail before my son goes back to school I will. …sir I'm a lawyer, I very much know what my rights are, and I have grounds to sue your school. You have two options, you expel the students who assaulted my son and his partner, or I press charges on them for attempted murder and your school for discrimination and failure to keep your duty to assist. I can tell you what would be easier for you to do, and cheaper by a long shot.”

Logan was in a hospital bed. The nurse was finishing setting his new cast as his brothers sat on either side of him. Mimi sat next to Remus, who was crying into her chest, trying to muffle himself as their mom paced while on the phone with the school. She covered the speaker of her phone for a minute, looking to the nurse.

“I don’t know if you know this, but how much would this and all subsequent visits for his injuries cost if we didn’t have insurance?”

“um, well a cast alone without surgery is about 2500, and there would be two normal check ins after so for that I’d say 2940 for that route if you had done it, for the surgery it would be 17,350 alone, I think you'd get out with around 20000 spent on it.”

“thanks! Yeah, so are you ready to do what's right?”

She went back to the call, apparently reaching an agreement as she soon got off the call and leaned against the wall, releasing a breath she had been holding. Logan was groggy. They had just been in surgery and they had put him under, no matter how much it panicked him. The surgery went well apparently, they were keeping him overnight though, mostly for his other wounds. They had noticed the bruises on his chest and legs and were keeping diagnostics to make sure his ribs weren’t broken, or his legs fractured. They had told him he would miss the rest of the week to really recover properly. Eventually it got to be late and the family was asked to leave for the night, save for a parent if need be. Vivian and Mimi both had to go, and all of them gave Logan a gentle hug before stepping away.

He reached haphazardly for his phone, dialing Patton on instinct. It answered on the first ring.

“Logan? Hi Hun, are you ok? What's wrong? Do I need to come help you out of something? Are you even more hurt?”

“I'm- I'm fine pat. At the hospital right now actually, just got out of surgery and got my cast set.”

“oh Logan! Oh, I'm so sorry you're so hurt!”

“meh it’s no big deal. How are you doing?”

“I'm good. every once in a while, I’ll move the wrong way and remember my ribs are bruised, but I'm icing myself, and I'm feeling better already.”

“heh, me too, but I think that’s probably the anesthetics. Mom and Mimi had to go, I'm stuck here for the night, do you mind staying on call with me until I go to sleep?”

“of course not sweetheart.”

 The next few days are rather uneventful. After he gets home, he spends most of the day in bed. Mimi brings him his meals and makes sure that he's ok. He feels bad that she's staying home from work for him, but he can’t really convince her not to; as much as he hated it, he was clumsy and really bad at doing most mundane things he could normally do. It was infuriating at first, but he got used to it rather quickly. By the time the next school week begins, he's ready and outside 10 minutes earlier than usual. He tries to start the car. He tries again. He drops his keys. He gets frustrated, picking them up and finally starting the car. He sets his hands on the wheel and realizes the true problem. He flexes his right set of fingers. The cast is too bulky. He can’t wrap his hand around the wheel. He face plants on the wheel in compliance. He steps out and moves to the passenger seat. When Roman and Remus step out, they're surprised to see him out of the driver’s seat. They pop open his door with a questioning glance. He sighs.

“my cast is too big. Can’t wrap my hand around the wheel.”

Roman and Remus share a look. Remus steps over to the driver side, waiting for Roman to get in before hesitantly heading to school.

This time it’s different. Remus and Roman don’t split off to their own groups. They aren’t quite guard dogs, but they definitely pose a threatening image. They get stares and Logan hides in his flannel, hoping to disappear. Remus grits his teeth and is glaring at anyone who looks too long. When Virgil and Patton get in their sights, Virgil's already running over. Patton is following at a jog.

“oh my god L, what did those bastards do to you?”

“meh, broke my wrist, covered me in bruises, you know, the usual. In 2 months, it'll be like it never happened.”

He heard a pop and a scrape against concrete. When he turns around, Remus is walking away and Roman is looking after him and then over to Patton and Virgil.

“can you make sure Logan stays out of trouble please?”

With a nod from them both, he dashes after Remus. When he catches up, Remus is fuming. His fists are clenched and shaking and the grit in his teeth is like cement. Roman rushes in front of him to stop him.

“rem, you need to calm down-”

“he thinks this is funny.”

“what? What do you mean?”

“Logan. He thinks this is a joke. He brushes it off like it’s a scrape, Roman he almost died. He almost died and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything. Do you understand how absolutely terrifying that is? And he thinks it’s just some inconvenience! What would we do without him Ro? Mom may have made sure those kids were kicked out of the school, but they live here. What if they try it again to finish the job? What if there's more kids like them lining up to see him dead because of the person he loves? What does that mean for us? For me? if I was publicly out, would this have happened to me? how do we keep ourselves safe? How do we keep each other safe?”

“I-I don’t know. I- he wasn’t, he wasn’t the one targeted, tech-technically. I-I think they both were just, uh, too-too gay, I think? Eas-easy target? I don’t think anyone’s gonna try anything I think we’ll be fine we just need to calm down. freaking out won’t help any of us. We just- we gotta just cope. That’s all we can do.”

Remus’ fists shook more until they stopped and fell open. He bowed his head and one of his hands instinctively scratched at his neck, ignoring the tears falling from his eyes. He nods wordlessly, wiping his eyes before walking to his friends. Roman stood still for a moment. He wondered how his family had won the lottery on unstable emotions before going to the theatre room, hopefully his safe space would help him relax.

Remus sulked back to the parking lot of the school, smiling a bit seeing his friends looking back at him from next to Damián’s motorcycle. Toby and Remy were giggling, and he saw Damián shove Remy hard enough to knock him on his ass without even looking at him. Remy, true to his nature, continued to laugh. By the time he actually reached them, their giggles had died off for the most part. Damián flashed him a crooked grin and wrapped him in a sort of side hug which Remus quickly turned into a full one, bouncing a bit, throwing a smile on because he was happy now, right? He let him go and Damián stared him in the eyes unspeaking for a moment before the heterochromatic eyes took a worried form and he reached up to Remus’ cheek, wiping some stray tears away. He fixed him another look before letting go.

“what happened re? do I have to kill someone?”

“what? No, it’s just-”

Remus crossed his arms and looked pointedly away from him. He mumbled something out into his hair and tapped his fingers. Damián sent a glare and Remus sighed.

“my brother was put in the hospital last week.”

“what? Wait, you're fucking kidding, is that why you left early last week? Wait wait, was he the one who was attacked in the halls? Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?”

“it was, I don’t know, I was worried you were going to like, do something. I almost got suspended for protecting him, and with your record I was worried you would get expelled. My mom had to threaten legal action towards the school to reverse my suspension.”

Damián’s eyes went wide, then fell soft. He reached to scratch at his face and nodded.

“yeah, yeah I imagine I would get expelled for murder. But that was last week, you seemed fine the next day, what's happened since?”

“he- my brother isn't taking it seriously. He hasn’t taken it seriously at all. He just, he tried to go back to class the same day because he was worried he would be marked as ditching. He's joking that its fine and it'll just disappear in a couple months and its infuriating! My brother was attacked with his partner because they're both gay and because Patton is genderfluid. If that could happen, what could happen to me or Roman? What could happen to other out LGBT students? Those kids almost got away without any penalties, they still only got expelled, what if they find us and try it again? Damián, my brother could have died, and now so many people are in danger and he doesn’t think it’s anything more than an inconvenience!!!”

Damián stayed quiet and looked thoughtful. He looked back at Remus and let out a breath before starting to speak again.

“I understand why you're upset re. I really do, but unfortunately, both you and your brother are on the schools watchlist now. I overheard the students in the fight were originally going to be suspended, and that means that staff is watching you both and waiting for you guys to mess up, so they have grounds to actually go through with the suspension. You need to be… good I guess, for lack of a better word. Most of your worries, though valid, are unrealistic. You're gonna be ok, so are your brothers. I can’t help make your brother fully realize his mortality, but that’s really an issue he needs to deal with. No one can help him with that.”

Remus nodded, already feeling better; hearing Damián expel his fears always helped him relax. Remy and toby had guilty expressions, they both patted Damián on the shoulder and gave Remus a short hug and did a special handshake before heading out, trying not to get too involved in their personal business. Damián then looked back at him, looking as if he had more to say, and he encouraged him with a smile.

“look, you seem stressed, and you sound like you're a little frustrated with your siblings, how about I take you out for a night? You'd get a chance to decompress, plus, I heard they opened a new sushi joint downtown, and its supposed to be high class good shit. What do you say?”

Remus fought to keep his face under control, his cheeks wanted to redden, and he wasn’t quite ok with that. He smiled wide though, hugging him tightly. When he released him, he still had the smile on his face.

“I’ll have to pass the keys off to Roman, but yeah! That sounds great dee!!!”

The bell sounds and Remus turns to look at the school, turning back quickly with a smile as he heads off to class. Damián stalls a bit, watching him sprint to class with a smile. He shoves off of his motorcycle and strolls to the gate, getting inside right as the staff was shutting them.

 The final bell of the day rings and releases Remus from his infernal English class. He had packed up 5 minutes ago, excited for spending time with Damián. He was the first one out of the door, sprinting towards the parking lot, ignoring the world as he fell into a giddy trance. He reached the lot after Damián, whose class is right next to the gates. Damián was holding his helmet out with a grin, handing it to Remus, who put it on with a little effort to manage his hair. Damián hopped onto his bike and bid Remus do the same.

“you remember how to ride right?”

“mhmm!”

Once he got his balance, he wrapped his arms around Damián’s middle, feeling the blush rise in his cheeks involuntarily. He was glad the helmet hid his face. He peeked his head over Damián's shoulder to indicate that he was ready.

 They were downtown soon; Remus was half wondering if they were speeding the whole way. Damián parked and took the helmet, setting it on the bike, before shoulder bumping Remus and walking to the door of the sushi spot. They went in and it looked futuristic, blue neon lights and black walls, a pond in the front area, and the booths looked like they were in little secluded bamboo rooms. It wasn’t dinner rush yet, so they were seated immediately. They both ordered a total of 5 rolls each and just chatted.

Remus jumped in excitement when he remembered the new drawings he had made, pulling his sketchbook out of his backpack. Damián just smiled and sipped at his bottle of ginger ale. Remus set his book on the table, flipping past some of his older drawings and to his newest ones. There were some silly doodles around the edge of the page, but in the center was a hauntingly gorgeous drawing of a wendigo, its horns cracked and chipped, it was mangled in a painful position. It had deep wounds and weapons sticking through it at certain spots. It looked weirdly realistic. Damián was in awe at all the hyper realism Remus put in his art. When Remus turned the page, Damián wasn’t really expecting an in depth drawing of him. It was a side perspective of him in a desk at school, leant forward over it, hiding his phone as he looked forwards. He gaped at it, seeing the depth in the wrinkles in his leather jacket, the sense of blurred light emitting from the phone, the shadows cast over him, his small patch of vitiligo that crept up his neck, everything in such loving detail. He took the sketch pad and looked closer, seeing little details he had missed at first, his terrible freckles, the detail in his hair, the discolored spots that were on some patches of his jacket from being old and worn. He looked up at Remus who had the audacity to look sheepish and red, or rather, purple in the lights of the booth.

“uh, you looked nice in history today. I was a little inspired. And, uh you were sat still like that for most of the class period.”

There was some emotion bursting through Damián's dual colored eyes, but Remus sucked at reading peoples faces, that was what Logan did. So he just continued to smile shyly as he was stared down by his best friend and crush.

“…this is… incredible Remus! Holy shit, I have been blessed, you have blessed me! oh my god I can’t believe you did this, its so good! how do you just do this?”

“huh? Oh, uh, I was bored, that’s all. And its not that good, it’s missing a few really key details.”

“like what?”

“oh, um well you had your necklace on and it was too difficult for me to draw at the right scale, so I just didn’t draw it, your bracelets are blank, your like, your fang? Was stuck out a little bit but I couldn’t figure out how to draw the dip in your lip, so I erased it. Your hair was more messed up, but every time I draw messy hair it looks wrong, so I just drew it like normal-”

“like normal?”

“yeah, I have a few other drawings of you back at home, and when I draw you from memory, I draw your hair like this.”

“I didn’t know you drew people rem!”

“I uh, I don’t, really. I only ever draw you…”

Damián looked ready to say something else when the waiter came in with their food. Remus put away his sketchbook and he seemed have realized he had lost his chance.

 After they had finished, Damián took them to a park nearby. It was in the middle of the town square, and they sat and talked, huddled together. It was mid-January, and freezing, but they refused to go home yet. While Remus was mid-sentence he stopped. Damián was confused as he stood up with a grin. He spun in a circle before directing his grin to Damián.

“it’s snowing!!!”

Damián looked up and smiled, standing up as well. Remus bounced in excitement, and Damián had a fond expression directed towards him. He felt the last of his resolve break when a giggle escaped from Remus. He walked over, placed a hand on a now confused Remus’ cheek and kissed him. It lasted less than a second before he pulled away, backing up as the fear filled his eyes. Remus stood still; brain having gone blank.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, oh my god Remus I'm so sor-”

Remus rushed to Damián, arms wrapping around his neck and kissing him with all the passion he had wanted to for so so long. Damián wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, pulling him closer before picking him up and spinning him around in a circle. He set him back down and broke the kiss again. He reached a hand up, brushing the strand of green hair out Remus’ face.

“never mind, I uh, I don’t think I'm sorry after all.”

“good.”

“hey, it’s getting late and I don’t think I want to leave quite yet. My place is pretty close, you want to just stay the night?”

Remus could barely focus on what he had said, far too busy gazing star struck into his eyes. Once he had fully processed what was said he smiled even wider and nodded.

“yeah. Yeah that sounds great. I’ll text my mom later.”

They stood there swaying together for a few more minutes in the snow before deciding that if they stayed any longer that the ride back to Damián's would be awful. When they get to his house, its late enough that his parents are asleep. They quietly go to Damián's room, and curl up together, falling asleep easily.

 The next morning, they leave for school early to miss Damián's parents and stop at a fast food joint before they arrive. They're still there 45 minutes before the first bell rings and they just chat absently, Damián letting one of his arms wrap around Remus’ waist as they waited for people to arrive. Remy and toby approach with cocky grins.

“finally, they get together, it’s about time!”

“man, does this mean we’ll have to deal with 3 am calls about Re’s eyes even more?”

“oh my ra shut the fuck up you twerps.”

“love you too dee!”

Shortly after, Roman rushes over with Logan close behind, both with angry expressions. Remus makes himself small, suddenly remembering a key detail he had forgotten yesterday.

“Remus what the fuck?! Where were you? You gave me the keys and then fucking disappeared; mom is losing her shit; she thinks you're dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“uhhh, I guess I forgot to text her. Oops? I uh. I stayed the night with Damián, sorry. It was late and it started snowing. Sorry”

Roman and Logan both seemed to deflate. Logan took a look at Remus and Damián and shot an inquisitive eyebrow to them.

“I hope it was a simple staying the night and not something I might have to get expelled for?”

Remus’ eyes blew wide open and he took a sidestep out of Dees grasp. He rubbed his arm nervously as he felt a blush rise in his cheeks.

“NO! no it was just, just a couple of uh, du-dudes being bros! bros being dudes!”

“a couple of dudes being gay-”

“REMY I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF WITH SAFETY SCISSORS IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR FUCKING TRAP!”

Logan let out a chuckle then turned around, beckoning Roman do the same.

“come on Ro, let’s leave baby bro alone with his friends. Don’t get into too much trouble Rem!”

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A Chance Encouter

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: I needed to write some angst. Daryl was suggested and since I want to get used to writing this guy again... here you go. My poor attempt at Daryl Dixon. Dialogue Prompt:  “Don’t act as if we’re friends. I know how much you want to slit my throat.”

Summary: Friends? Not really... but Daryl knows her from years before. Their tumultuous past rears its ugly head after an almost deadly chance encounter occurs, more than 500 miles away from where they had known each other. Will they put the past behind them and move on? Can their new lives find a way to cross amicably? 

Words: 2.6K

This is unbeta’ed and barely proofread. All errors are mine and Grammarly’s for not working properly. It sucks, but here it is...

He glared at you. It didn’t bother you at all. In fact, it felt like old times. Only now, you had to bare the weight of his gaze through the long tendrils of his hair that obscured a good part of his face. Not much had changed over the years, and even through the end of the world, Daryl Dixon was still able to bore into you with his steely blue gaze. Thankfully, it didn’t affect you anymore.

Too much had happened since you last saw him in Georgia. Too much blood had been spilled, by your hand and his, though not together. Too many men had tried to kill or rape you. Far, far too many. Apparently, too much had happened to Daryl, too. You felt like a wild animal who had been on the defensive for far too long, and that was just how Daryl lived his life. You weren’t exactly a match made in heaven back then, so you weren’t surprised at who you were together, now.

You tried to move your wrists within the constraints of the rope he’d expertly bound you with. No such luck. Daryl didn’t forget how to use the rope. Not even a little. A brief flash of memory from your years together as friends and caused you to chuckle, your expression slightly amused which aggravated him to no end.

“What’s so damn funny?” he growled and poked at the fire, his eyes slowly sliding in your direction.

“Nothing.” You turned your head from him, another gesture he didn’t care for.

“Now you’re gonna shut up? You ain’t stopped talkin’ since I met you when we were kids.”

You simply shrugged, but never looked back at him.

Daryl snorted in frustration. “Whatever,” he mumbled, and went back to tending the fire. The rabbits he had roasting over it smelled like a Thanksgiving meal to you at that moment. It had been days since you ate anything that didn’t grow out of the ground, and your stomach didn’t care who it was cooking it. Your brain, however, already told you that you wouldn’t eat what he was cooking, solely because you vowed to never take anything from Dixon, ever again. It didn’t matter that it had been decided before everything ended. It was decided, so that was that.

From the corner of your eye, you watched him carefully remove the cooked animals from its spicket, breaking off a chunk of meat and reaching it out to you. When you turned to see him fully, he was insisting you take it. In response, you held up your bound wrists and shrugged again.

“Thanks, but I’m a little tied up at the moment. Maybe later,” your tone oozed sarcasm, a trait of yours that only ever earned you a dirty look from your old friend.

“Fine. Don’t eat. But tomorrow, we when move outta here, you best be able to keep up. Don’t pull any of that weak ‘n tired bullshit.”

He tore into his meat without further hesitation and devoured his rations in no time. As you watched him eat, and blatantly ignored the guttural cries coming from your stomach, you started to wonder what he was ultimately going to do to you. Daryl wasn’t the kind of man who would ever consider raping you. Murder? Not his style unless provoked. But when you stumbled upon each other, immediately exchanging arrows and bullets, the discourse that already lived between you grew exceptionally. He’d gotten the jump on you, was about to put a bolt through your head, until he realized he knew you.

It was from a lifetime ago, but the recognition was there in his eyes. When you had the same moment, seconds later, the shock of it took longer to work through you. In that time Daryl knocked you out and when you woke, you were sitting at the base of a tree, hands and feet bound with rope and your old, lost friend silently poking at the fire.

“Thought you were dead, you know,” he started to say, then paused and waited for you to come around a little more. “Merle ‘n I both… we went lookin’ for you, for Scott… Shurl. Found them dead, didn’t find you.”

You didn’t speak. He waited for you too, but encounter had triggered the horrific memory of the road and the surprise of his face kept you speechless.

“Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you rasped. Your throat was on fire, your head pounding. Daryl grabbed his canteen and brought it to your mouth, allowing you to take small, gulping swallows until you felt the pain ease away. “They were dead, but not, when I left ‘em. Shurl still had the needle in her arm, but her corpse was up ‘n walkin’ round…”

“Mmhmm,” Daryl agreed and watched you cautiously as he chewed on his bottom lip. “Thought she was done with all that.”

“The world was ending. I guess she said, fuck it.”

“So, where’d you go?”

“Ain’t your business, Dixon. Why don’t you just untie me ‘n I’ll be on my way. No reason we gotta try and kill each other. It was a mistake, thought you were just like the rest of ‘em out here.”

“Rest of who?”

“The men. The ones that see a woman traveling alone and think... ‘mine’.”

“That happen to you a lot?”

You turned your head refusing to answer. That’s when your last few moments with him came back to you and you hated him against instantly. From there, you didn’t speak to him and it made him angrier and angrier by the hour. It was by the next afternoon he took off and left in a huff. He secured the camp as best he could and left a small knife in one of your bound hands before going off to hunt. Just enough to kill one of the dead, but not to cut through your restraints.

Now, as you approached night again, and he tore into his kill of the day, you had still barely spoken to him, but he didn’t seem as bothered by it anymore. However, with your curiosity growing, you had to ask about his plans.

“What are you gonna do with me, Daryl? Why bother with me?”

“Now you wanna talk?”

“Fuck you. Untie me.”

“Naw… you’re staying like that for now. Til I know I can trust ya again.”

“Trust me? You never have trusted me, why start now?”

“Cause now its about life ‘n death. Just cause we know each other from before, it’s been a minute. I gotta know I can trust you before we’re friendly again.”

You laughed and laid your head back against the tree. “Friends…” you mused with a snarky laugh, and drifted back in your memory, for before when life was normal. Daryl Dixon had been a lot of things to you… bully, protector, partner in crime, pain in the ass—almost lovers, once... But friends was a very loose definition of what you had been.

“Don’t act as if we’re friends… like we ever were. I know how much you want to slit my throat. You wanted to do it then, and you still wanna do it now.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “That’s what you think, huh?” He nodded in understanding, but wore a look of digustion and stood up from his place near the fire. He removed the knife from its sheath on his belt and held it up to you. You didn’t flinch as he knelt in front of you; his face inches away and snarling in frustration.

“You’re so damn smart, think you know everything? Fine,” he grabbed your wrists and cut you free from the ropes; then followed suit with your feet. “There, you can go now. Good luck.”

He stood up with a grunt and put the knife back in its place. Daryl sat back down by the fire and started eating the second rabbit he’d offered to you earlier. The suddenness of his actions had once again stunned you into silence. You rubbed at the place where the ropes had dug into your wrist and watched him eat, wide-eyed and unsure of what to do next.

“I—I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say nothing, just go. Its what you want, right? You think I just wanna kill you? Rape you? What? That I’m some kinda animal—”

You scrambled to your feet and shook your head, still surprised by his letting you go. “The way things were when I last saw you… two days before the world took a shit, you told me that you regretted ever knowing me. That I was the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

He didn’t look at you, just went about working on the rabbit.

Despite the current state of things, the old rage still burned lowly in your gut. His nonresponse was frustrating, and made you feel slightly crazy, just he like used to. “I told myself I would never ask you for anything, ever again. I wouldn’t take your money, your pills, your help, your… anything! Now, all this time and bullshit later… we meet again, and you try to kill me.”

“You shot first,” he scoffed casually, as if that was reason enough.

“Your bow was raised! You know how many times I’ve been attacked out here?! Do you!? We’re five hundred miles away from home, how the HELL was I supposed to know that some asshole creepin’ in the woods would be you!!”

“All that shit was a long time ago, Y/N. You gotta let that shit go,” he rasped, his voice lower and more serious. “We lose people left ‘n right now. No room for past mistakes or grudges.”

You swallowed thickly, still rubbing at your wrists. Daryl was so different now, and that’s when you realized that he must have had his own set of horrors on the road north. “You’ve changed.”

“You gotta. Or you’re gonna die.”

You were silent for a minute, trying to decide what to do. Half of the rabbit was left, and you couldn’t resist the smell any longer.

“Still offering that?” you asked sheepishly.

Daryl snorted a laugh and shook his head as he held it up to you. “Take it.”

You cautiously took it and sat back down, closer to the fire. “What the hell are you doing up here anyway? Never thought you, of all people, would leave Georgia.”

“My group… we had to find a place, so we walked ‘til we did.”

“Your group? How big?”

He hesitated to answer, instead he continued to poke at the fire.

“What do you care? We ain’t friends anymore, remember?”

“I get it, I’m a bitch. But—”

“It’s fine. You were protecting yourself. I get it. But so am I. Protecting my family, too. I was gonna take you there. See if they’ll take ya in. But I think it best for you to just go on ahead.”

He seemed disappointed, at least that’s what you gathered from his tone. He had changed more than you thought, and some ways it was good, others, not so good. He was colder, much more distant that he was when you first met him all those years ago. But he was also stronger, now. The weight of his home life and brother seemed to have lifted a little, and now he had people he proudly called family. You searched his face for some recognition of the kid you knew back then and found a little. More than that though, you found a new version of him, this man that maybe was something you’d want to know again. A man you could trust.

“Daryl, I’m sorry,” you started to say. Drawing in a deep breath, you knew you had some contrition’s to make if this was going to work. “Back then, I did shitty things. We did shitty things to each other. I couldn’t get past my own demons to see yours. That last day… I didn’t sleep with Merle. I said I did to piss you off, I was testing you because I didn’t believe you really cared. I was so fucked up back then, we both were. It was toxic and dysfunctional, I know. But when the world takes a shit, it sort of helps you find perspective I guess.”

Daryl grunted in acknowledgement and cast a side-eyed glance your way. “Don’t matter anymore. Merle’s gone. So’s the past. No need to dredge it up.”

You nodded and felt a bit of relief. “Who would have thought I’d find you here. Out here, like this. I mean, what are the chances?”

“Slim.”

“Yeah… but, yet, here we are. So… maybe we can just acknowledge that, maybe put the past in the past, including me shooting at you, and you firing a bolt or two at me.”

“You’re lucky I missed. I don’t normally miss,” he said, but this time there was a hint of that old Daryl smirk there.

“Me either,” you challenged and decided to finally tear into the rabbit.

He watched you thoughtfully for a moment and tossed his stick into the fire. “So, you wanna try this again? More civilized maybe?”

You nodded again. “If possible.”

The rest of that night was spent catching up on how you got to where you were. Daryl recounted how he and Merle found a group, and what was left of them had walked all the way from Georgia to D.C. in search of a home. You were slightly vaguer, and just gave him the highlights of your journey. The details weren’t something you wanted to relive, and you knew that if you started talking about the place you were currently calling home, he would just have more questions you weren’t yet up to answering.

The sun finally rose over your make shift camp site. Daryl kicked dirt over the fire and slung his bow over his shoulder as he stood from the ground.

Daryl looked towards the horizon, reading the rising sun and gathered the rest of his gear. “Time to head home.”

“Yeah, it is. Please tell me you have my pack.”

“I do,” he said and tossed it to you. After a quick look, everything was there and you, too, slung it across your back. “So, you wanna come back with me? Give this a go?” he asked with a shrug. “I can’t guarantee they’ll take ya, but I think if Rick met ya—”

“Thank you, but no. I have a place. Its not far from here, and its safe.”

Daryl was quiet. Even though it had been years, you could read his body language and expressions. He seemed disappointed but nodded in understanding anyway.

“Alright. Long as you got a place to go. But, uh… if you ever need anything, just come back to this place. Leave something, I’ll find it.”

You surveyed the small camp site and smiled. “Same goes for you, Dixon. Be safe.”

“Mhhmm, you too.”

Despite the tumultuous back and forth relationship you had with the man for years, there was a part of you that didn’t want to leave. He was a part of home that you thought you’d never feel again. A reminder of a life you lived a hundred years ago. It wasn’t a great one, and most of the time you were miserable, but in the rare moments of pleasure or happiness there was, he had been there and part of it. To part ways with him again, like this, suddenly felt hard.

He waited for you to go first, which you did. You got your bearings and turned south to head towards home. Daryl’s eyes stayed on you until you disappeared into the thicket. Once you were sure he hadn’t followed you, you doubled back and headed West, the real direction of home… the one that lead back to the Sanctuary and the new life you had found with the Saviors.

[one-deranged-son]

In The Meantime, I’m Just Dreaming of Tearing You Apart

Written by Gossamere as John and Froggy as Ian Nashton.

Warning:

This plot is rated explicit for language, description of violence, and torture. Read at your own risk.

Honestly, I don’t really care about the grammar anymore because it’s been months since I write this so whatever.

Original story was posted in Twitter but due to it’s obtuse cleaning policy, some parts are unable to be saved.

Ian Nashton

Since the Revelator's attack, the 'memorial wall' has gotten so much more crowded. Ian was just his name or his friends' name didn't end up there.

Speaking of, he hadn't seen or hear about the arsonist at all. Aside from a certain phone call, Chicago has slowly gone back to its usual hustle and bustle.

Smart man, he was laying low. Ian's efforts has made it difficult for him to get around, probably.

It does make him uneasy, though. To know that man was still out there, somewhere. To know that it won't be long before he hurts someone else.

Ian let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn't used to working in the new station. He knew that it was only temporary, but he still preferred the old station, which was still being rebuilt.

"See you tomorrow, Ian!" A familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. When he looked up, his dark eyes met a pair of blues. The detective let a smile form on his face.

"You too, Sam. Goodnight."

Ian couldn't help from sighing as he watched his partner leave the station. His leg hadn't healed completely, but he no longer needed a wheelchair to get around. The doctor had permitted him to switch to a cane through the healing process.

About an hour later, Ian decided to leave his shift as well. It has been a long day, after all. He and his partner were in the middle of a murder case involving an ice pick. It wasn't a particularly baffling or challenging case, all they needed to do was figure out where their suspect was living and arrest them.

Ian put his jacket on and headed outside. This station was a little further away from Hyde Park, but he still refused to take the car. He's always preferred public transport, anyway. 

The night sky looked a little cloudy, but Ian could still see the full moon peeking from behind the clouds. It looked eerily beautiful against Chicago's skyscrapers.

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John

The night sky looked a little cloudy, and John hoped to God that it won’t rain.

Yesterday the fucking ceiling was leaking due to the heavy thunderstorm and everything, every fucking thing, was soaking wet.

John is so done.

He can't wait to move out. More importantly, he has to move out. After the ‘getting jailed and suddenly forming a cult’ incident, which made his cover as the goddamn Revelator blew out, John has no choice but to leave his shitty apartment into somewhere else.

Not that he minds, heck, he hated the place so damn much, but the thing he thinks about more is the goddamn kids. They’re young and John had forced ‘em to move out every three months and this is actually the longest place they ever had. Moving out again means taking what it seems to be called home for ‘em.

Did they ever think of it as home? He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t want to think about it any further. It’s a flaw already, a flaw in his goddamn personality to think about something—someone else—other than his own safety. John heaves a heavy sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose. He’s fucking doomed and he knows that one day this will be the death of him, but he can’t stop.

He has to make sure his kids are alright. At least, until they move out from this shitty hellhole into somewhere decent.

And that is why he’s now standing at the top of a building. A black mask covering half of his face and shut almost all smell from the outside air. He eyes his target attentively, just like a panther stalking their prey; jumping from buildings to the nearest roof with precise agility and just enough willpower to keep him steady.

Luckily, Ian Nashton, the fucking detective, was oblivious enough not to notice his presence. John is creeped enough by the fact this goddamn man knows he has someone living with him. He knows that John was living a double life. He fucking knows that just by fucking observing his goddamn living room and John knows he and his kids won’t ever, ever, ever be safe if the goddamn man is still around. Living. Breathing. And using his goddamn brain to poke his nose all over the goddamn place.

The Revelator has to fucking make sure his kids are alright, no matter the cost. So he hits Ian fucking Nashton in his goddamn head. Not strong enough to kill him, but strong enough to make him pass the fuck out. Because John doesn’t care.

No matter the goddamn cost.

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Ian Nashton

Although Chicago's nickname of 'Windy City' was meant to refer to the city's elite who are often called 'windbags', the fact is, the weather can be true to nickname.

On his walk to the bus station, the detective was whistling a song that had lately gotten stuck in his mind. High Hopes.

He had his hands shoved in his pockets to warm them up a little. It was so cold that Ian was able to see his own breath as if it was smoke.

As he walked, he couldn't help himself but to observe the people that walked past him. This was a skill he developed since he was very young. The tall gentleman that walked past him had loose soles and scuff marks on the ankle area. His shoes probably ended up that way because he's always in a hurry to remove them.

That lady dressed in all pink had a slight stumble as she walked. She wasn't used to wearing heels, but it wasn't part of a uniform, no. She was trying to impress someone or perhaps she had just came back from a date.

It all takes a glance. One glance can reveal so much about an individual if you're observant enough.

And apparently one hit to the back of the head was all that it took to bring the detective down.

His merry whistling suddenly stopped as he fell on the concrete.

Surely... someone would see this, right?

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John

Someone did not see that.

Nobody did.

John wasn't really a man of plan, he tends to improvise here and there 'cause nothing really ever works in his favor. However, he hopes that this one work. He really hopes for that. Thus why he was planning this out meticulously. There's a plan B for every plan A, then there's plan C, then D, then E, then it goes all the way until people need to start making up new alphabets. Ain't nothing screwing this bitch up.

The barn he chooses was remote, and it obviously had seen better days. Years of getting fucked up by thunderstorms, blizzards, and baking summer heat had taken its toll. The once steady structure which once had sheltered animals and probably some horny teenagers back then had a bigger chance on killing 'em rather than doing it's actual job.

Walls of rotting wooden planks; mice scurrying underfoot amidst the loose straw that covers the concrete floor; it all seems like hell but it's the fucking smell that hits you first. The goddamn smell of shit and rotting bodies of dead mouse all around the place.

John sits still, aimlessly sharpening his blades with whatever shit he could find.

After a while he had given up on trying to wake the man's up, perhaps he hit him too hard to the point the man was in coma already. "Goddamit."

In an instant there was water splashing over his target's face. Detective Ian Nashton was tied up to a chair which can barely hold any shit. The rope he made ain't hurting anyone's wrist, but it was strong enough to leave a mark.

Heck, perhaps that hurts? Who knows.

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Ian Nashton

The sudden cold sensation on his face olted the detective awake with a sharp gasp. For a good couple of seconds, the man was confused. His glasses nearly slipped down his nose and was barely on his face.

Dark. Smelly. Quiet.

Wherever this is, it must be abandoned.

"You have got to be kidding." Ian hissed.

So they met again, but did it have to be this way? Or at least, did it have to be this soon? The detective tried to struggle against his bonds, but his efforts were useless. John seemed to be pretty handy with knots.

Well, at the very least, Ian didn't have his own handcuffs used against him. That would be a massive blow to one's ego.

Ian's eyes struggled to properly see the other man; mainly because his glasses were barely on its place, but also because of the dim lighting. Observing would be harder like this, surely. Maybe that's why John chose a place like this.

"What, a phone call not enough for you?" 

Ian was a clever man. He knew what was to come. He saw the glint of the blade in the darkness. It was inevitable, but he knew if he came out alive, he'd probably have new scars on his body.

If not... well, maybe his badge would go up on the wall after all. 

Despite the confusion and fear, Ian knew that the best way he can start planning possible escape plans was to stay calm. Which is precisely what the bespectacled man did. He focused on his own breaths as his eyes darted around, from one corner to another. And despite knowing deep down that struggling was virtually useless, Nashton did it anyway. To hell if it'll hurt or leave a mark.

He was a fighter, after all.

Suddenly, a dull ache plagued the back of his head, he figured that must have been where John had hit him. He couldn't stop himself from grimacing.

"Damn you."

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John

"Does it hurt, detective? Did I hurt you too much?"

John chimed as he drags his chair closer towards the man. The blade was cast aside somewhere along the way, but John couldn't care less. There are a bunch of ways to make this work and he knows he doesn't need to be very specific on the method.

Whatever, as long as it works.

"Your clothes are all wet. Do you want me to change it for you?" he asked quietly; his voice was barely above the whisper. John's expression change a little too slowly. The once subtle smirk spreads into a wide and open grin. In the crinkles of his eyes there were no laughter lines, and his eyes, the cold gray eyes, remained hollow despite everything.

His eyes lingered longer on the other's face. John was absolutely ecstatic! The rage fueled across the detective's face was just enough to proof that his plans are working.

And John ain't having anything or anyone ruining his plan. So upon noticing the quiet glances, John instantly reached for the other's glasses and wear it himself.

He cringed, and said, "God, this makes my head dizzy." Then he crushed it with his bare hands, tossing it away towards the corner of the room without caring too much.

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Ian Nashton

"What do you think, you bastard?! You try having your head hit." Ian spat out. The detective's stomach turned when he heard John's offer. He tried to lean away from the other man, but he knew if he did that too much, he'd topple backwards and hit his head again.

"Fuck off, John."

Ian doesn't believe in demons, but that expression John had made him think of one. But in situations like this, all he has is his wits and silver tongue. He doesn't want to show his anxiousness, especially not now.

Not to John.

The detective let out a startled gasp when his glasses were snatched off his face. Now the world seemed all blurry. Yet he was able to tell that John had put them on himself. 

"Have some damn decency and give them back—" The detective's words were cut off when he heard the faint sound of his glasses snapping and breaking. How the hell was John able to do that? With his bare hands, too.

Ian couldn't stop the look of despair from forming on his face. That was his best pair, and now it has quickly turned into a heap of junk. The detective clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he narrowed his eyes at John. 

"I get it. You blind me so that I won't be able to make anymore deductions, huh? Oh, I must have shaken you to the core. The great, infamous Revelator, shaken by a four-eyed detective from Chicago." 

He may have had his sight impaired, but he still had four other senses.

"You want to send a message again, don't you? Why else would you take me here? You don't care about money. You wan't me out of your hair. Well played." Despite the unassuming nature of his words, they were laced with venom and hatred, and Ian ended his sentence with a scoff.

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John

"Hush... detective, please."

Catching the frantic movement of his subjected target, John brings his fingers to his lips. Gesturing the man to keep his mouth shut as he shook his head.

The Cheshire grins flatten out, and the expression he bore was nothing but pure agony.

"Hold still, you will only hurt yourself even more if you do that." The Revelator brought his hands towards his capture's head, pressing gentle fingers at the back of his head before he starts trailing down to the end of his hair. He smiled softly, oh so sweet, oh so full of adoration while he strokes the damp strands away from the detective's eyesight.

"Does it still hurt? I could bring you some meds if that’s what you want."

He didn't even bother to wait for the other's response. John quickly got up to his feet and started to walk towards the corner of the room, where the moss grows uncontrollably and the stench reeks out the worst. There was a table and a single dimly lit lamp on top of it.

Scattered on it, a scalpel and combat taggers. Rope tied neatly besides a handcuff, then rusty chains with splatters of blood. Talk about hygiene.

"Want a drink, detective?" he asked, his lips stretched into a smile but didn't quite reach his eyes.

John reached for a bottle of vodka before returning to his checkpoint; the seat in front of Ian Nashton.

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Ian Nashton

"Hm, yeah, how about no? You chose to keep me captive, you deal with me, my observation and my mouth. Any regrets, yet?"

Ian flinched slightly when he felt the other man's touch. Just like at the hospital, it was uncharacteristically gentle, and that's precisely what made it feel so unsettling. Ian tried to avoid the touch but he was unable to. He averted his gaze from the other and scoffed.

"What I want is what the rich need, the poor have, and if you eat it, you die."

Nothing. The answer was nothing. Of course, he wants to be let go, but he knew his captor wouldn't do that so easily.

His wrists began to feel sore, thus he stopped struggling for now. The uncertainty of what the Revelator was going to do next was quite unnerving, even for Ian himself.

"You seem to have some familiarity with this place. Tell me, how many people have met their end here?"

At this rate, he may just be another.

Ian squinted at the bottle in John's hand, then he shook his head. "I'll pass."

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John

The Revelator wasn't the type to have such a short fuse, but well, that's the Revelator.

John? John is a little bit impatient.

Perhaps, desperate, but who knows?

"Listen here," John whispered, the smile across his face didn't even falter away as he gripped the other's man throat in a harsh squeeze. His pupils shrunk to the point his eyes look like nothing but gray irises.

He took a shot straight from the bottle. Anger boiled deep within his system. Smoldering like a fire churned within, hungry for any goddamn release. John doesn't even understand why the simple word could make him feel so annoyed, but hell, man.

The fucking detective is an asshole, yes.

"I know you hate me, detective," he said, his lips tugged upwards yet his voice was as flat as ever.

The fingers on Nashton's throat squeezes even harder, slowly at first, yet surely it goes.

"I killed your motherfucking comrade, sir, I blow your fucking station up, but I ain't the type to drag some random asshole to a fucking outskirts just to kill 'em. Oh, boy, oh, no. You're the first one over here. You're my first."

"And I ain't killing you, sweetheart, I ain't doing that."

He leaned his face closer, the grip on the other's throat did not for one second ease away.

"I'm here for a simple talk, and I want this shit to work, detective, if you ain't cooperating then maybe I should try and destroy your pretty face."

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Ian Nashton

The detective let out a strangled gasp and his arms instinctively tugged at his bonds in an attempt to grab at John's wrists, but of course, they were tied securely in place, and all it did was cause more pain as the rough material dug into his skin.

At first, he tried to match the intensity of the other's gaze, but as seconds went on, his eyes became wider, more frantic. His mind wanted to be strong and fearless but at that moment his body couldn't lie. John could simply crush his windpipes at any moment and there was no Sam to save him this time.

When John's hand squeezed harder, Ian tried to take in a desperate breath. 

"Huh... you think——you think... I'm pretty?" His words were barely above a whisper, and he struggled to say them. You'd think he'd try to save his breath, but of course, of course he always has something witty to say. If he wasn't having his throat squeezed, maybe he'd even laugh.

"Then talk."

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John

John lets go. Slightly amused by the man's answer, but more by the tinge of desperation across his eyes. Peals of laughter burst from his throat, 'cause John was amused, fuck. He was fucking amused and everything is going so well. He kept his fingertips still at the detective's throat with a sinister glint of eyes, rubbing it gently to ease the pain in yet another surprising gentle manner.

"I just want you to fuck off, detective," he said, smile completely enveloping his face, "I want you to fuck off for real."

But if one might think he will keep his weak ass façade, then they might as well drop dead. 'Cause soon as he said that, John's smile disappears. "You've been super great at doing your job," John continued, his hand trailing back towards the detective nape, "but I can't have you going around looking for me and stop me from doing whatever I'm about to do, fuckstain. You think you're so good with your fucking observation skill, eh?"

John gripped the man's hair and yanked it back, his gaze was intense as it was locked towards the dark irises. The shortage of breath was the first sign, then it all continues as the Revelator's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His skin flushed red as the anger began to take over his rationality.

In an instant his hands were gripping a dagger. The metal glints under the poorly lighted room, and the cold sharp surface pressed iddly against the other's thigh. It begins with a slow pace, at first. Not even enough to be considered as a tickle but as time went by, John pressed the blades even deeper, even stronger. Letting it rips through the trousers in the most torturing pace before it even reaches his muscle as John says, "I'm saying this as a friendly warning, detective."

"I just want you to stay the fuck away from my goddamn life or face the fucking dread. 'Cause let me tell you what, detective, I can be the fucking thing you dream about when you wake up screaming and can't remember why. I'm saying I'm that I'm the monster inside your closet you fear so much when you're a kid, I'm the fucking whispers you heard in the woods, and if you ever, ever, dare to fuck with me or my fucking kids then I will fucking drink your name, detective. I will grind up your brains and your bones and your blood, I will unmake you, and for sure, detective, I will make the earth forget you ever existed."

Then he presses the blade into the other's thigh with a harder intensity in a swift motion. When the knife met the thick muscles and made a satisfying sound, John pushes the tip even deeper. Twisting the grip on his hand as it sunk through layers of tissues and tissues.

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Ian Nashton

Ian immediately took in as deep a breath as he could once his throat was let go, he coughed and shuddered. The detective could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage, and his breath was still ragged. Yes, he was afraid. He knew John was a dangerous man, and he had the upper hand here. 

A gentle touch is supposed to bring comfort, but John's touch made the detective uncomfortable. He had his hands clenched so hard until he could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. 

His heart felt like it skipped a beat when John's expression suddenly changed. Those pair of eyes had an icy colour to them, yet they felt like they were boring holes into his own. Detective Nashton had never seen that kind of expression on the other man's face before. Frankly, it's terrifying. As if coming face to face with the devil himself.

The detective yelped when his har was yanked roughly, he wont be surprised  if some strands of his hair had fallen because of it. When his hair was let go, the detective groaned at the strain he felt on his neck.

So, this is John's 'bad guy speech'. Ian had his manners, he was going to let John finish his little speech before giving a rebuttal. His dark eyes darted from his captor's face to the blade and they watched helplessly as it glided across his dark trousers. He watched as the blade ripped through the fabric, slightly exposing the skin underneath.

At first, he felt the cold sensation, and it only made him shudder, granted, his thighs were sensitive. But then came a sharp, sudden pain. Like accidentally pricking yourself with a sewing needle, but a thousand times worse.

The detective screamed in agony, and he tried to jerk his leg away in a panic, but they too were tied securely to the chair. John kept going deeper, and deeper, without any mercy. It wasn't that he had never been stabbed before, but this was different. Perhaps the anticipation only made it feel worse, it didn't help that it was his thigh being stabbed.

The detective shuts his eyes as he tried to stop his whimpers from leaving his mouth.

Then they opened again, the detective tried his best to shoot John a determined look. Even through the pain and even through the tears that had formed on his face from said pain.

He didn't care that his voice came out shaky. He didn't care if John could hear the fear behind it.

"Maybe—the earth w-won't. But someone... s-someone will—" a sharp hiss cut him off mid-sentence, but he continued, "you can get rid of me. But then you'd—you'd have to deal with someone else. Someone who'd work even harder than I do." 

Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps he was just outright stupid (for a man oh so clever), but the detective spat in the other's face.

"I never really believed that t-there were monsters living in my closets——never did. Someone will always try to stop people like you. John."

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John

John eyes were wide open, his jaw clenched and his teeth gritted while he was trying so hard not to lose his composure. He ain't gonna lie, shit's hard since the son of a bitch still staring at him with those goddamn eyes ‘filled with determination’ and won't even try to just keep his fucking mouth shut for once.

John ain't having it today.

It all started with a open slap full across the face, but then again, such light ‘intimacy’ doesn't even give the Revelator a single hint of satisfaction. So John stood up from his chair, pushing it away with his feet while his gray irises remained unfazed from the stammering man.

He took a deep breath and give the detective a taste of his own medicine, a sharp round punch to the chin and another one on the other side. And if someone thinks he's satisfied with it, they should take a look of the fact that he blows it repeatedly. Each punch is harder than the other to the point the chair falls sideways, leaving a sound of something snapping, and shit, John hoped it was his goddamn nose.

It feels like his lunge was filled with water, as if there has been just less space in them for the air. John helped the man to sit again, maneuvering the chair into its original position with his right hand on the chair, and the other one wrapped around his neck, fingernails digging into his flesh.

"I know someone will always try to stop me, detective," said John, his voice was quiet as it was filled with rage. "But if you think I would ever stop on destroying each one of 'em, you're wrong."

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Ian Nashton

Ian was always one to speak his mind, and he knows this trait of his can be troublesome. 

The slap stung. His face felt like it was burning. He knew that wasn't the end of it. With each blow, he could only wince and grunt in response. The detective tugged at his bonds again, instinctively trying to cushion the fall. He heard the sound, too, but he wasn't sure what that is. He was still able to breathe through his nose, so that's not it. At least, not yet. 

His shoulder was the first to hit the ground. It may have gotten dislocated, considering the weight of his body and the chair wasn't properly distributed.

John had his hand around his throat again, but this time it felt tighter than ever before, he could feel those fingernails digging into his skin, perhaps enough to draw blood or at least leave some unsightly mark. In the back of his head, he could hear a little voice telling him to stand down, otherwise it'll be much worse.

Once again, however, Detective Nashton was always one to speak his mind. Even if he knew it will bring him all sorts of trouble.

"S-someday—someday they will g-get to you, John. If not f-from Chicago, then——then New York." The detective gasped for air, he refused to quit.

His voice was barely above a whisper, too. The sentence came out broken, with every few words, the detective tried to take in more desperate breaths. "FBI, CIA. S-someone will. And I can't say—if they'd be as nice as I am."

He was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the pressure around his throat, but his eyes were still often. A mix of fear and determination were apparent in his dark irises. Fear was only natural in a situation like this, it couldn't be helped. But despite the threat on his life, it only made the detective more determined to stop The Revelator.

If he made it out alive.

But he knew, even if he didn't, his friends would find out what had happened to him. If they weren't the ones continuing the work, they'd tell people about what had happened. Someone would surely act.

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John

John paused. His nose flares. He felt so high with rage or anxiety, he ain't sure which one is.

Detective Ian fucking Nashton was right. Someone, sooner or later, will eventually found him. Just like when the ‘previous’ Revelator got ambushed in the middle of nowhere by the goddamn CIA. He could even still hear the gunshots, the explosives, and the burning streets.

God-fucking-dammit. He shouldn't be remembering about it.

But he remembered it already, and it doesn't help any shit 'cause it only makes John clenched his jaw so hard, he thought it could snap it in half. The man feels his lungs and eyes burn, unsure what it means, but his breath come out sharp and ragged. He made a strangled noise as he saw the glare filled with hatred at the man's orbs, and he could feel himself mimicking the same fucking gesture.

'Cause John is now frustrated. He is. And he's not good with stress.

So he groaned, and punched again. This time there ain't any pleasure or satisfaction coming along with each blow 'cause John feels like he was being strangled himself. There are bruises on his knuckles and the pain keeps blazing every time his jaw connected to the man's jaw.

He couldn't hear his mind thinks as the only thing filled his ears are the sound of his ragged breath, the loud crunching sound, the curses spilled from his mouth which sound rather desperate than angry.

"Fucking hell!" His muscle tensed, then he landed the last blow, as hard as he could until the chair fell down sideways again, yet this time, John didn't even bother to fix the position up.

John heaved a heavy sigh and closed his eyes; taking a moment to ward the piercing headache away. He could feel the drip of blood at his knuckles, although he wasn't sure if it was his or the detective's.

He's fucked and he's fucked.

Both of them are.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch," John squatted, then leaned his face inches closer towards the man. He could still feel the stress burning through his blood vessel as he gripped the man's jaw.

"You did it to yourself."

John let go of the man jaw and proceeds to walk to the other way. He took another shot of his overly expensive vodka and settled the bottle roughly at the wooden table. The only good thing of not having to wear a mask in front of the detective was the fact he could actually smoke. As he place the cigarette between his lips and lit it up, John's eyes trailed gently towards the bottle of vodka again.

"Detective, are you thirsty?" he asked. Then John walked back towards the helpless man and, again, squatted so he could grip the man’s jaw again, aligning his face so it could face the Revelator directly. "You should drink."

Then he forces the bottle into the other's mouth, his expression runs flat until the very last drop.

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Ian Nashton

Jackpot. He may not have his glasses. But they were close. So close, and he could see. He could see the slight change of expression. Perhaps it was anger, but there was something else even the detective couldn't put his finger on. If he wasn't in so much pain right now, maybe he'd laugh.

John should have blindfolded him, really.

But this time, Ian made no mention of it. He stayed silent and stored the information in the back of his mind. He knew that if he were to make it out alive, he would make use of it. The only question was, which one triggered John's response? CIA or FBI? 

Ian figured that getting to the answer is as simple as a phone call. He knew he just scored himself another leverage, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.

Even as he was beaten down again and fell on that same shoulder, the detective forced out a chuckle. It was a singular chuckle of amusement.

"You think... I don't know that? I know. I know I should've——stayed quiet." The detective spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth—no broken teeth, he hoped. But he hadn't felt anything... loose, yet.

"I just... chose not to." For the first time that night, Ian smiled. Genuinely, even. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly as a sign. 

This must be what it means to 'laugh in the face of danger'. It hurts too much to laugh, so he'd settle for a smile. Most people would have cowered and begged for mercy by now, but not him. 

John may be a puzzle Ian can't yet solve. But Ian himself has been described as an 'enigma' by his friends. 

The bottle being rammed into his mouth was uncalled for, and he had an expression of shock. Some of the liquid poured down his throat, but most of it just spilled out of his mouth. It's not exactly easy to drink in that position. The liquid burned his tongue and throat, but it also brought with it a temporary sense of relief in his head.

Judging by the taste (and ignoring the coppery 'notes' from his blood), it must be high quality vodka.

Such a waste.

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John

"Feels better, ain't it?" he asked, tossing the bottle away before coming up to his full height again.

John walks back towards the table, dragging his cigarette occasionally before blowing the smoke in a rather slow pace. His eyes skimmed through his tools cautiously, picking up some knives and another as he took a mental note to sharpen it again, but later.

The Revelator eventually settled with a Gerber Mark II, with double serrated, black oxide coated blade. Flipping it from one hand towards another as if he was a child playing tricks with it. Then he glances back towards the detective's face, defendless, vulnerable, and so open.

John really has the upper hand here, he wonders how come this man wouldn't just shatter already.

"Sometimes when we don't have any anesthetic or morphine, we'll try to get ourselves drunk so we won't remember about the pain afterwards. It's a tough world we are living, eh?"

He walked back towards the man, but instead of squatting, John decided to sit in front of Nashton's immobile figure. This time, with a smile on his face.

"Let's see how it would work for you, yeah?"

Then in an instant his dagger was pressed to the man's right arm and John doesn't even bother on ripping his shirt off 'cause he thinks that was not very nice and he knows that his blade is sharp enough to slice through it.

He works his way through it, it wasn't even that deep, but blood has come rushing through it just after he starts to press even deeper. Carving his way through the muscles, destroying tissues, cells, and blood vessels around it.

He started to laugh, out of frustration and desperation. John just really wants this to be over with now that Ian Nashton had completely ruined the mood for him.

"Hey, guess the word," John asked as he begins to carve his own name to the detective's skin. The latter's clothes were already stained with blood.

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Ian Nashton

"I-I can't believe you got some expensive stuff just for..." The detective trailed off when he saw the glint of the knife. It was a different one, it was clean.

And that is one mean looking knife.

"Oh shit." He whispered to himself.

When John started to come closer, the detective tried to roll away, but unfortunately that damn chair was in the way. He probably wouldn't be able to stand up considering he has a still bleeding stab wound on his thigh.

How the hell hasn't he passed out yet?

His agonized scream broke the silence of thebarn, he knew no one would hear him, but there was still a little bit of hope in the detective's heart.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel his own blood seeping out from the wound, he could feel how his shirt was slowly becoming damp as the blood kept flowing.

The detective shuts his eyes tight once again and cried out in pain, he didn't even hear what John had said, all that he heard was his own screams.

He was starting to feel lightheaded. From the pain, and from the blood loss. If John doesn't kill him, the blood loss will. Ian Nashton opened those dark irises of his and looked John straight in the eyes. To hell with it. He was in pain and he was in a vulnerable position, but if he was to die, he wanted John to know that he's not someone who'd back down easily. All that pain and fear, Ian converted into anger and hatred. 

But the gaze only lasted so long, as his eyes fluttered shut with a soft little whimper as the detective lost consciousness.

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John

Second passes and the screams faded away. With each new split of his skin, crimson liquid pops and made its run down, soaking the once clean shirt in a beautiful red.

When John finished with writing his name, he glanced towards his captive's ashen face. Warm blood gushes out from the exposed wounds, flowing like a lazy river in thick beads down towards the hard concrete. Some had dried and caked his nose, lips, and the spreading purple blotches just made his face looking even more... fucked.

He just did this.

Looking back towards the engraved skin, John was somehow pleased that he managed to write all of it clearly.

Monsoon.

Not John, not the Revelator, but Monsoon. The name he had hidden for so long and would still be until someone actually found out about it. He thought it wouldn't ever happen, hell, he doesn't have any registered data anywhere.

He's either not real or that he is a living ghost.

Still, it was foolish to leave a clue, he knows. It wasn't obvious, but it was indeed, peculiar. Detective Ian Nashton wasn't a fool. Fucking hell, no. He's a straight up genius, although a complete clown to even try and stand up against the goddamn Revelator. John doesn't even know how someone could make an observation so accurate, and if there was someone that could crack all the code and questions about the Revelator, it would be him.

And John can't have that.

He can't.

So John stood up again. Moving towards the other end of the room to retrieve a medical kit, 'cause even though he wished he could just end the man's life, it's against his main objective.

John let the tie fall loose and immediately cover the open wounds in any clean fabric he could fine. Some came from ripping the other's man shirt or from taking his fancy tie.

Then he checks for other wounds or bruises, or anything, actually. Tending it carefully before eventually setting the man into the chair again. Of course he would still tie him, he ain't gonna let the man go so easily.

John lets the man recover for a moment as he takes another drag from his fourth cigarette. Then, in another swift motion, he threw a bucket of cold water towards his face.

"Rise and shine, detective."

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Ian Nashton

Ian jolted awake, again with a gasp. The first thing he noticed was that his tie was now wrapped around his thigh, where that first stab wound was. And he could feel that some fabric from his shirt has been ripped away. Presumably to be used as a makeshift bandage elsewhere.

It was a rare occasion for him to be confused, yet there he was. He glanced at his thigh, then at John.

"I.. I don't understand. You—?" The detective gestured at the now wrapped wound with his head. Of course, he was grateful for it, which was why he held off from spitting out curses right now. But he was, still, confused.

"Great. So—so you've dressed my wounds, now you're going to stab me again, right? Rinse——rinse and repeat, as they say?"

Ian groaned and kept his head low, he let out a small sigh and forced out a chuckle. The words coming out of Ian's mouth were barely above a hoarse whisper. But the short moment he was unconscious was like a little reset button for him and his mind. That powerhouse stored in his head began getting to work.

"I could only make out some of the letters you were carving out before I... passed out. M-O-N-S-O. But——by process of elimination, you spelled out 'monsoon'. Hm?"

A seasonal prevailing wind from South and Southeast Asia, but what significance did that word have to the Revelator? As far as Ian was concerned, John was the type of man that does everything for a reason. 

But that reason has to wait, because he just felt a throb on the back of his head which made the detective let out an reluctant whimper. 

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John

John expected a snarky comeback, so it was a relief to see the man stutters and get all confused by his antics. It made him feel much better, powerful. 'Cause battling with Ian Nashton was never about strength or muscle, it's more like a game of chess. You need to try and outsmart your rival in every move, you need to make them confused and unable to predict anything.

John was about to say something when suddenly a loud sound echoes around the room. It's a guitar, then someone is singing. Billie Joe Armstrong, to be exact. So he walked over to the source of the sound; the detective's phone he had stored away from the moment he drags him over to the shitty barn. Then he saw it.

Sam?

Oh, Sam.

John smiled, he picked it up then set it on loud speaker.

"Hey, did you sleep in or something? I can't believe I came to the station before you did!" John was chuckling, low and quiet. He didn't care if at this point if the detective will actually scream his way for help, he ain't giving a shit about it no more. Not that he has Sam on his grasp.

He said, "Hey, this is Ian's friend, Ian is kind of sick today so he can't make it to work. Maybe you want to come over and check him out? He's burning, officer. Literally."

John hung up, then he tossed the phone hard enough until it crash. The smile across his face grow wider as another idea flashed through his head. John giggles like a high school girl who just had their virginity stolen by the hottest jock at school, then he made his way towards where he keeps his bottle of vodka and also, gasoline.

John smiled even wider at the very thought.

The floor is filled with it without even taking too long, John had used to work swiftly when it comes to shit like this. His heart beating frantically against his chest, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He's going to burn, he's going to burn!

He smiled so wide, his cheeks strained. Then the Revelator wears his mask back and stared at his captive for the last time.

"You should fear a Day when no soul will suffice for another soul at all, detective. And nocompensation will be accepted from it, nor will any intercession benefit it, nor will they be aided."

The flickering spark of a single match dropped to the ground. Then everything burns.

The Revelator made grand out of the barn.

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Ian Nashton

Well, he WAS going to give that snarky remark. But from the first beat of the song, he knew exactly who was calling him. 

No, no. Not now.

Sam's voice was so cheery. That same voice usually brought comfort and joy to Ian's heart, but hearing it now made his stomach drop and his blood run cold. If it was even possible, Ian was sure that he had become even paler by now. Has John really kept him here all night? He wasn't sure what time it was, but he figured the day had changed. He was supposed to come in for a morning shift today.

"SAM! SAM! IT'S HIM! PLEASE—LOOK FOR A BARN——" 

John suddenly hung up. Ian wasn't sure how much of that his partner managed to hear, or if he heard at all. The detective flinched when the phone was thrown to the ground. He was sure that in just a split second, the device had become cracked and unusable.

How cruel. Hope was dangled in front of the detective like a carrot, and now it's gone. 

Back at the station, Sam's cheery, warm expression soon changed as soon as the call ended. His hands began to tremble as he sets his phone down. 

"What's the matter?" An officer had noticed how the colour had drained from Sam's face.

"I-it's... it's Ian Nashton. H-he's—I think he's in trouble."

Ian started to struggle against his restraints again, but he felt as if they were even tighter now. Those giggles from John sent a terrible chill down his back. It was the kind of sound that would haunt someone for years to come. 

"You bastard, if I make it out alive I swear I will—" 

Oh, hell.

OH. SHIT.

Even if he couldn't see what it was, even if he was blindfolded; the smell of gasoline was unmistakable.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out where this was going. He was going to end up like Dick Foster.

"John, John! Listen to me, you don't want to do this! Y-you—you don't——" Ian suddenly yelled in despair and frustration. He didn't bother finishing his sentence because he knows John wouldn't stop now. The other man's compulsion to burn things could not be stopped now.

For all his courage, when faced with the threat of certain death like this—especially being burned to death—he can still be afraid.

And he WAS afraid. Not of John, but of dying. 

He was afraid to leave his friends and family behind. He was afraid of leaving his cat; if he died, who would take care of Monty? 

He doesn't want to imagine the faces of his friends and family when they hold a funeral for him. Ian was certain that both his mother and younger brother would be in tears with his mother becoming inconsolable. His father, on the other hand, would cry softly without making much noise at all.

Sam would most likely blame himself for not arriving fast enough. 

As a detective, he knew dying was one of the risks on the job. But he didn't think it'd end like this.

He doesn't want to die like this.

The thought of his own funeral (and the smell of gasoline) was what made the detective spill his tears in the end. He doesn't sob, or whimper. They just flowed down his cheeks. 

"JUST SHUT UP, JOHN." The detective yelled again, his voice trembled and towards the end it cracked just a little, but he didn't give a single damn about it. "He'll find me. He always does."

Ian gritted his teeth, and in one last act of defiance, he looked John straight in those icy blue eyes. 

"I should. But I don't want to. Even if my body and mind betrays me. I DON'T want to fear you."

The grounds around him immediately caught ablaze, and before his captor was out of sight, Ian yelled out one last time. He yelled out something that might as well be his famous last words.

"Someone will come to you eventually, you goddamned psychopath! YOU HEAR ME?!"

When John had finally left, Ian allowed himself to whimper desperately as the fire began to grow and grow. He couldn't even use his legs and hop around to escape. 

At this rate, he's as good as dead.

"I want every men and women check out all possible known barns within Chicago, now. We could still save him if we hurry up." Margaret barked her orders and all present officers and detectives scrambled on to their feet to get inside a car.

Sam had actually gone on his own as soon as the call ended. He may not be as observant as Ian was, but he knew the Revelator would pick a spot somewhere isolated. And through common sense, he knew that he wouldn't find an isolated barn in the heart of Chicago's concrete jungle. So he decided to drive around the outskirts of the city.

Still, though... Sam may have an encyclopedic knowledge of the city's streets, but if he doesn't have a specific location, that knowledge would be useless.

And he was having a race against time.

He was able to see smoke billowing in the distance, whether or not this was from a burning barn or a factory, he wasn't sure. Still, he stepped on the gas and turned the sirens on.

As he got closer, it became apparent that... yes, it was in fact a burning barn. 

"I think I found him. Just off of Avondale. Send an ambulance!" Sam hastily jumped out of his car and decided that he'd run in through the flames. Even if it meant getting burnt and hurting his leg again. 

"IAN!" Sam called out in desperation. He hoped to whatever deity is up there that his partner would still be alive. 

And... there he was. On the ground. Ian somehow had managed to knock himself down. It seemed that he had panicked and started to thrash around in an effort to free himself. Sam wasted no more time and freed his partner from his bonds. 

Detective Nashton was unconscious again, but he still had a pulse. If Sam had waited for the fire department or an ambulance, there was no doubt that Ian would have ended up dead.

With some difficulty, Sam managed to get his unconscious partner up from the ground. There were no explosives in sight, but Sam didn't want to hang around and double check. He slowly approached the exit and he fought back a wince with every step as his leg was starting to hurt again.

But he can't fall now. If he falls, that means both of them would die.

Fortunately for both detectives, they made it outside. Once they were a safe distance from the barn, Sam set Ian down on the ground, gentle as ever; and he himself dropped onto his knees.

The blonde man cradled Ian's body and he gently ran a hand through his partner's dark locks. He noticed how the other's once crisp, white shirt had become tattered and ripped and stained a dark crimson. His partner's once handsome face now was covered in an assortment blood and bruises. 

Most disheartening was that the strong and stern expression was no longer there. Ian looked frail and vulnerable. It was as if Sam was looking at someone else.

"My goodness... what has he done to you?" Sam's voice came out barely above a whisper, it was evident that tears threatened to fall from his eyes, too.

It wasn't long before Ian regained his consciousness, but both detectives knew this wouldn't last long. Ian had lost a lot of blood, and not to mention, he had probably inhaled some smoke again. And possibly carbon monoxide, too. 

Ian breathed a sigh of relief when the blue eyes that he saw belonged to none other than Sam Hooper. His partner and his best friend. Ian weakly gripped his partner's jacket and pulled himself even closer.

"Home——Sam. Let's—let's——go—"

"Shh, shh. Save your strength, Ian. It's okay now. I'm here and you're safe. The paramedics are on their way." 

Sam had actually never seen Ian this shaken before, but he knew that even the bravest of men would be shaken to a degree if they were in a situation like that. 

By the time the paramedics arrived, Ian had lost his consciousness again, and Sam swore his partner's pulse had gotten fainter. The paramedics began to hook Ian to all sorts of machines once he was put in the ambulance. Sam had no idea what any of those did except for the heart monitor.

Detective Hooper approached one of the paramedics. Daniel, was his name.

"I-is... is my friend going to be alright?"

Daniel smiled politely and nodded once, "we will do the best that we can. He's detective Nashton, right? He's a fighter, that one."

Sam couldn't agree more. If it was him in Ian's position, Sam was sure his spirits would have been broken within the first hour. He was allowed to go to the hospital via the ambulance. As for his car, Sam had trusted officer Cole with the keys.

Before the ambulance door closed, Sam could see how the old barn had began to crumble. Looks like he got to Ian just on time.

Sam was glad that he decided to gloat about coming in early. It might have just saved his partner's life.

[streetkings-yusa]

Joon Gi 1/?

For the pride of Korea, right? Fuck that.

Several decades had passed since the 1980 Jingweon Massacre at the hands of the Tojo Clan. Joon Gi was still a small child at the time, but he had relatives who had served and died in the gang. The Korean Mafia was relentless, but from their standpoint at the time, they couldn’t hold a goddamn candle to the yakuza, and so they held back. He wanted payback for his family, he wanted to spill that damn chairman’s blood. Joon Gi wanted Kiryu fucking dead.

In the ways of his gangster relatives, he learned as he grew up. Who’d have thunk that cute little kid with the bright eyes, little Han Joon Gi, would beat the shit out of his classmates and stab them with sharpened pencils? Can’t be, right? It had to be the big bully in the class next door, right? But he's so well-mannered and behaved! He learned at a very young age that his cute face would get him off the hook, probably could even get away with murder. All he needed to do was play by the rules, smile, and say "please" and "thank you." No one suspected a thing. After middle school had come and gone, everyone still wondered where little So Jung’s body went. Incinerators do fucking wonders.

Joon Gi was a fucking god at getting away with violence, and he loved the thrill of it. By high school, he had a long kill count on mafia hits over twice his age, and he was untouchable. Poison? Done. Murder? Standard. Shootings? Perfected aim due to his two years of service, along with taking up boxing. He practiced headshots on mob hits prior to his service, and by the time he was out of high school, Joon Gi was a seasoned hitman. The army was peanuts to him. After his discharge, Joon Gi went right back to killing. He was a superstar in the underground, and even older gang leaders feared him. Here he was, before hitting thirty, and he accepted the title of Jingweon’s newest leader.

The bigwigs back home threw a huge fit over Joon Gi’s decision to bring the Jingwoen back to Japan. “Are you insane, kid?! Do you really want to throw your life away? That’s what you’ll be doing when the Tojo sic their yakuza dogs on your ass.” Frightened bitches, he called them. None of the big bosses had the balls to go face the Japanese, and plus, he had a new idea of setting up shop before taking down Kiryu.

He knew he was good-looking. Hell, he already had a hard time keeping the girls away from him sometimes. Fuck buddies got in the way of work every now and then, and there was always a sad moment when he was hired to kill a girl he’d slept with. Oh well, water under the bridge, and there goes her body floating in it. Seeing as there was an over-abundance of women at his doorstep every day, he figured he could get into a host club in Japan and start establishing his foothold there. Korean pop stars were all the rage nowadays, and even Japanese tourists who ventured into Seoul would ask for pictures (of course he declined. He’s no idiot.) Get in a club, work his way up, get dirt on targets from thirsty girls on the way—it was a piece of cake. Speaking Japanese was easy for him too, he did spend his whole life preparing himself for this moment. And those teachers at school thought he was just trying to broaden his horizons, hah!

As soon as he and select members of his gang landed in Japan, they immediately styled their hair into whatever was fashionable, Joon Gi going for the striking silver and hitting the host clubs. He had enough money backing his stay in Japan to buy his own club, but Joon Gi thought best to not attract too much attention to himself. Where’s the fun in getting caught too early? After his successful interview (and instantaneous hire) at Stardust, Joon Gi was on his way home when a pair of street punk nobodies tried to mug him in an alleyway.

“Yo, pretty boy, just give us your wallet and you won’t have to get hurt. Pretty easy, right?” The knife the thug held in his outstretched had looked rusted and worn. Joon Gi couldn’t help himself but laugh out loud at the pathetic sight. Typical wannabe alley trash in cheap black hoodies with busted weapons, fucking riot! “Yo, asshole, what’s so funny? Are you messed up in the head or somethin’?”

“Tch. Yah, you guys are too fucking cute!” Joon Gi said through his bouts of laughter. He just needed to push a few more buttons. “What’s with the puny knife? Gonna fuck me with that ‘cause your dick’s too small?” He saw the rage building in the knifed man’s face. Just a little more. “Sorry your girlfriend faked it all in bed. Must be hard having the world’s tiniest pecker, eh? What? No girlfriend? Damn, being a hooker suckin’ on a straw for a dick doesn’t even sound worth it.”

“FUCK THE MONEY, YOU ARE DEAD, YOU FUCKING BRAT!”

There we go. Joon Gi smirked as he readied himself for the coming attack, fists raised in a fighting stance. The man pounded in his direction, knife raised as his bumbling feet stampeded down the alley like a disoriented rhino. It was almost sad knowing it would be over so quickly. Joon Gi sidestepped into the man’s side, giving him the opening he needed while the knife sailed right past him. Poor bastard. Joon Gi delivered an uppercut with the power of a fucking cannon to the man’s gut, sending him reeling backward. The hit made the man disarm himself and the knife clattered on the ground. In one fell swoop, Joon Gi grabbed the knife, slid towards the inebriated man on the ground like a batter to first base, and drove the rusted blade home between the eyes. He stabbed him several more times until his face looked like a messy knife caddy, wait, what face? Joon Gi’s laughter rang throughout the dark alley. He couldn’t even remember what the asshole’s face even looked like. “Ten seconds,” he exclaimed as he lifted his eyes to the dead man’s partner.

Joon Gi was over the fucking moon. The shithead tried running away, tripped on his own two giraffe feet and pissed himself while trying to regain his balance in a filthy puddle. He couldn’t stop laughing at the pathetic sight. The guy was screaming and rolling around in his own piss! Who knew Japan would be so fun? Still, Joon Gi didn’t want to attract attention, and he was cutting it real close on time. Without further thought, he pulled the knife out of the attacker’s face, giddy that one eyeball was intact as it rolled out of its socket, and strolled over to the attempted-escapee. In one fluid movement, Joon Gi grabbed the man’s hair and lifted it upward, exposing his neck, and buried the rusted blade deep into his throat and slit a nice wide bloody smile. Gotta look pretty for the cameras tomorrow, right? He held the man’s head in place while the blood sprayed outward, waited until the convulsing stopped, then dropped his draining body back into the piss puddle, now mixed with blood.

“Tch, this sucks.” Joon Gi was annoyed with his timing. It took several minutes until the man died. Maybe I should’ve buried the knife deeper. Next time I’ll get it right. He rustled through their pockets and drummed up a measly twenty-thousand yen. This couldn’t replace the bloody shoes they messed up! Frustrated with the night’s end, Joon Gi grabbed both bodies and dragged them along to the dumpster at the end of the alleyway like unwanted luggage. He tossed them into what he assumed was the incinerator pile and buried the bodies under several bags. He was beyond pissed now, seeing as this was his messiest clean-up job, and he couldn’t even properly dispose of the bodies. He knew that they would be found sooner or later, whenever the fuck trash day was in Japan, so he immediately thought of an easy way to pin it on someone. Earlier on in the day he had found a lapel pin belonging to some small-time gangster in a taxi (he learned that members of yakuza gangs wore pins with their clan crests to denote with faction they came from, some shit like that), and it was still in his pocket. He pulled out the pin and his handkerchief, wiped the pin and knife clean of his prints, and tossed them onto the pavement next to the dumpster. He then wiped the blood splatters from his shoes until they shined once again, cleaned off the blood from his hands, and returned the handkerchief to his pocket. Irritated as all hell, he trudged back home and went straight to bed.

The next morning, Joon Gi saw a report of a double homicide on the news. Some yakuza lieutenant was charged with two counts of murder, the bodies trashed in a dumpster and wallets cleaned. One body didn’t even have a face, the other looked like his head was partially lopped off. The killer was arrested upon identifying his pin, which he claimed had lost on his way to some club. He killed the two for wanting to rob a yakuza lieutenant and, not knowing what to do, tossed them into the dumpster like discarded garbage and dropped the pin he had on him all along. According to the anchorwoman, it looked like concrete evidence enough for a unanimous decision in court, and he would most likely be getting ten to life in prison. It seemed almost impossible to contest.

The fried fish he ate never tasted so good. Joon Gi couldn’t help but smile. Who knew Japan would be this fun?

[thekatieneilson]

Of all people: Drarry Oneshot.

Word count: 12762 "Harry wake up!" Ron shook me awake. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. "Wha..?" I looked at him. "You were having another nightmare. Whimpering in your sleep and waking us all up." He said. I blushed. I wasn't having a nightmare. But what i was dreaming about was much worse. "Oh sorry, yeah. I'm okay." I mumbled. Making sure the blanket was bunched up at my crotch, so he couldn't see that I was having a wet dream, and not a nightmare. Ever since the war is over i feel much more..... relieved. I don't have dreams about Voldemort anymore, i actually rarely have nightmares. But now, i often revert back to my old ways and dream about something I know i shouldn't... Someone I know i shouldn't. "Breakfast time anyways." Ron mumbled, going back to his bed to grab his shit to get dressed. I got dressed then walked down to the common room. It was killing me not telling people about this dreams... or i guess you could say nightmares. Hermione was there. Maybe i can tell her. "Hey 'mione." I went to sit beside her. "Hey Harry." She smiled. "You don't look very happy." Her smile turned into a frown. "What's wrong?" "He had another nightmare." Rinnsaid, walking over to us. I jumped. I didn't know he was down here.. good thing i didn't say anything. "Uh, yeah." I mumbled, running my hand through my already tussled hair. "Breakfast?" I asked, getting up. We walked down to the great hall. We were talking about Quiddich. Well more like, Ron was talking, with Seamus and Ginny, and I was "listening." Ginny and I dated in year 6. And before the war started i wanted to break it off, but i never had the chance. And then the whole thing with Fred happened, so i would have felt guilty to leave her in that time. So really I only broke up with her when we got back to hogwarts. She looked at me murderously all the time now. Kinda like Malfoy does. Except on him it's normal. She was mostly mad at how i did it, and the timing i think. Speak of the devil. He walked into the great hall, catching my eye immediately. I blushed. Since the war he hangs out alone. So he walked to the slytherin table, isolated from the rest of his house mates. I moved my food around in my plate absently. I wasn't hungry anymore. I glanced back over to slytherin, and he was looking over at us. I quickly averted my eyes. "Right harry?" Ron said. "hmm?" I looked over st him. "What? Sorry I wasn't listening." "Figures." Ginny mumbled. So Ron explained the play for wuiddich hey were talking about. "Yep. Sounds good." I mumbled. Then my attention got grabbed my Draco Malfoy again. It's like these dreams make looking away from him for more than 10 minutes impossible. When i looked over he was eating, obviously. But i watched his mouth and it got me extremely hot and bothered. I saw a flicker of his tongue and took a deep breath, biting my lip. He flawlessly and unintentionally looks sexy. I adjusted my robes, then mumbled to Hermione that I had to go back to the common room. My face flushed. I quickly made my way out of the great hall. I ran up to the common room, then to the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned against it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Of all people i chose to want to fuck Draco Malfoy. The kid who's made my life a living hell for the past 7 years. The arrogant git. But even negatively thinking about him, i got a picture in my head of his tongue flicking out to lick his lips, and that just added to the friction under my robes, which i pressed down with my hand. I let out a low moan. Maybe if i... After my dreams about Draco.... Malfoy! Malfoy. Not Draco. After my dreams about Malfoy I never take care of my erection. But yet it's almost always there when I wake up. Maybe.. No. That's giving in. I don't wanna give in to wanting him. I don't want to want him. I don't want to want any guy. I don't want to be gay. Thinking about not wanting him, his lip-licking popped up in my mind again. My breathing got quicker. Fuck it. I quietly took care of my boner and then washed my hands and stuff. I walked out of the bathroom and into the hall, coming face to face with him. I blushed. "Potter." He acknowledged. "M-malfoy." I nodded, then hurried back down to meet hermione and Ron. I had potions.... with him. Ron didn't take potions. So i just had Hermione. Maybe i'll tell her in class. "Alright, so we have partners to do a project on." Snape said. i frowned, moving closer to Hermione. "Your partner cannot be someone of your same original house." He glared at us. I sighed. "I'll be picking the teams." He said. "Hermione Granger, you're with Blaise Zabini." He said. "Draco, you're with Potter." He said. "What?!" I said. I didn't realize i said it out loud until it was too late. I shook my head slightly and stood up, sitting beside him. "What's the matter, Potter?" He smirked. "I don't bite." He mumbled. What if i want you to? I thought, but kept my mouth shut. I was bouncing my leg up and down. Hermione looked at me apologetically, but i flashed her a smile. Draco was talking but i was watching his mouth as he spoke. "Alright?" He said. "Uh.. I uh.." I stammered. "What is the matter with you, Potter." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'll do it, just go get the ingredients." He gave me the list. "Right." I nodded, my hand brushed against his when i grabbed the list. I walked to go get the ingredients. Hermione was there. "I need to speak with you later. Just you." I said, quietly. "Okay." She nodded, looking from the list to the shelves. "Are you alright?" She said. I was just standing there. I blinked a few times, then nodded. "Yes. Yeah, i'm good." I nodded. She looked at me skeptically, then shrugged and walked back towards Blaise. I grabbed what we needed and walked back to Draco. "Think you can concentrate enough to put this in whilst i stir?" He said. I nodded slowly. He stirred the potion as i concentrated on putting the ingredients in. Afterwards, Snape said we had the best potion out of everyone. I grinned, but Draco scowled. "You didn't do bloody anything. You realize we only won cause of me, right?" He said. i blushed. "Um.. Th-that's not even true. I poured the ingredients and went to get them and i was counting how many times you stirred it so we'd have 22 like it said." I said, frustrated and flustered. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. I opened my mouth to say something then just scoffed and sat down, crossing my arms. Why exactly am I attracted to him when he's an insufferable git. When class was dismissed i made a point to knock Draco's shoulder as i walked by. I hurried to catch up other Hermione. "Where are you heading?" I asked. "I have to go to the library." She said. "Okay good. Ron won't be there. I need to talk to you." I ran my hand through my hair. "Yeah, what is it?" She asked as we walked to the library. I blushed and looked at her, showing my walk down and fiddling with my fingers. "Hermione.... I think.." I sighed. She stopped walking and frowned. "What is it harry? you know i'm here for you no matter what." She smiled, putting her hand on my arm. "I think i'm gay." I whispered. Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh! What brought on this realization?" She asked. "Well.. Im not sure if i am gay. But i think so cause i.. well like. I'm really attracted to this guy. And i don't know.. with Ginny i never really felt anything at all. I like her but it just felt wrong." I explained as we continued walking down to the library. She nodded. "And this guy, what's special about him?" She asked as we walked in, lowering her voice. I shrugged. "Hes gorgeous, for starters." I said, walking over to a table with her. I sighed. "I dunno there's a lot." I looked at the table. "Well, im here for you. If you don't wanna talk about him or tell me who he is or anything, i totally understand. But i'm not gonna treat you differently cause you like a guy, Harry." She smiled at me, opening her book. "Plus, it's not like it's Malfoy." She added, with a snicker. I bit lip. "Yeah." I chuckled. "Hey uh, i think i'm gonna go for a walk. Clear my head." I mumbled, standing up carefully and walking out of the library. I cleared my throat, that seemed to be really dry. My feet automatically brought me down near the lake. I sat on a rock and sighed. A faint memory of Ron, Hermione and I here while Hagrid was in the lake played in my mind and i smiled slightly and sighed. "Why him...?" I muttered to myself. I tossed a pebble in the air and caught it. Then heard two voices approaching. I quickly moved and hid behind a tree. "Like hes so stubborn and full of himself but it's hot, you know?" I heard... Wait. I recognize that voice. I heard the other person just sigh. I peeped around. Draco? "He can't concentrate, he has horrid manners, his hair is all over the place and those glasses are horrendous." Draco said. I absently reached up to touch my glasses. "You've always been blunt towards him, Malfoy. Just tell him." Pansy Parkinson said. "Oh right. Yeah. I'll just waltz over and say that he has had the most dreamy eyes and confess my undying love for him." Draco said sarcastically. I frowned. "Face it, Draco, nobody would put it past you." Pansy said, laughing. "Nobody even knows if Potter likes guys. It would just be an embarrassment." He sighed. He sat on the rock i was sitting on. He looked so good with the afternoon sunlight hitting him. My cheeks flushed when i realized my mind wandered off again, and I hit behind the tree properly once again. Wait. I gasped quietly. Malfoy likes me? I blushed and peered around the tree again to look at him. "Not to mention those bloody friends of his." He sighed. "Weasley and I will never get along. At least Granger has some intellectual things to say." He said. I frowned again. "How long have you liked him, again?" Pansy asked. "8 years." He mumbled. I don't know how I heard it.. Maybe i was focusing on his lips as he spoke and it just registered. His lips. They look so soft. I leaned against the tree and banged my head softly. I guess my friends kinda are an issue if I like him. Hermione laughed at the idea not even an hour ago. I heard movement and peered around the tree to look at him again but he was gone. I heard he and Pansys voices get more distant. Must be dinner. I shrugged and got out from behind the tree. I'm not hungry anyways. I sat on the rock again, then i punched the ground. Everything was so frustrating. I don't know how long i sat here but my back started getting sore from my horrible posture and the fact that I'm sitting on a rock. So i headed back up to the castle. The corridors were very quiet, but i heard voices in the Hall. I sighed. I should probably go before my friends get worried about me. Plus my stomach is finally letting me know it's hungry. I pushed open the doors, walking towards Gryffindor. I was aware i was late and that many people's eyes were on me, as they are usually. But i was too frustrated to notice. I sat next to Hermione and took a few things to eat, then sighed quietly. "Harry.. Your hand." She said. It was kinda bruised from me punching the ground. I shrugged it off and mumbled that it's nothing. "Harry.." She whispered. "It's nothing Hermione." I said a bit louder as I ate. I heard her sigh like she wanted to say something but she just turned and continued talking with ron. I glanced over at the slytherin table cautiously and caught Dracos eye. He was looking at me. I blushed and quickly looked away. I finished my plate, then went to grab dessert. "Harry.. Your hand looks like it hurts." Hermione said. "Seriously 'moine. Drop it, im fine." I said.. But she kept pushing. I groaned and stood up. "Leave him." I heard Ron say when hermione asked where i was going. I pushed out of the great hall and shook my head. I walked to the bathroom and washed my hands. It actually kinda did hurt. But if I would have admitted that I would have to explain why. I thought back to what Draco was saying. If he really likes me he wouldn't be such an insufferable git. Then i thought back to my dream last night. I was lost in my thoughts. I almost didn't notice when someone walked in, panting, gasping... panicking. "Hello?" I frowned. "Oh shit." Draco mumbled out of breath, pushing himself off the wall to walk back out. I don't know what could have possibly compelled me to do this but i walked over to him. "Malfoy? what's wrong?" "Piss off." He shoved my hand back that I had placed on his shoulder. "Draco." I sighed. "Why are you being a prat? I just want to know what's wrong." I frowned. "So you can make fun of me? No thanks." He ran a hand through his hair. I bit my lip when a stray tear fell down his cheek. I hesitantly gently placed my good hand on his cheek and brushed my thumb over his tear to wipe it away. He flinched initially but then his eyes found mine and i saw them glisten. He snapped back to reality and backed away. "Don't touch me." He frowned, he seemed much more relaxed though I frowned. "tell me what's wrong." I whispered. He stared at me for a long time. We didn't say anything. We were looking at each other. I was about to just walk away when he pulled my tie and smashed his lips against mine. I put my hand against his chest to steady myself, and after the initial shock i melted against his lips. His hands found their way into my insane hair and mine rested on his shoulders. I pulled back, stunned. "Dr-" "Shut up, Potter." He pulled me back to kiss him. This time i didn't let him take control, and i actually moved forward, pressing him flush against the wall. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist, and bit down on his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He refused, so i squeezed his waist until he gasped, then pushed my tongue forward. I battled with his tongue for dominance. I wasn't going to let him win. I guess he figured that out, but he wasn't going to let me win either. I could feel him getting hard against my thigh, so used that as leverage to win. I pushed my thigh against his groin, causing him to moan and resulting in my victory at dominance. He then pushed me off of him. I backed up slightly and stared at him. He stared back. If he was disheveled and I haven't even put my hands in his hair, i can't imagine what i look like. As if reading my thoughts he chuckled. "You look ridiculous." He said. "As do you." I mumbled. His pale skin tainted pink. "If you tell a single person about this, Potter, I'll end you," He warned, fixing himself before walking out. I blushed. I just made out with Draco Malfoy. I shook my head and fixed my hair, tie, glasses and robes before walking out too. How the fuck am I ever going to tell Ron and Hermione. ********** The next day, Ron was chipper in the morning. I guess he was glad he didn't have to wake me from a "nightmare" again. My hand was still sore. But it didn't look as bad as yesterday. I rubbed my eyes and reached for my glasses before heading to breakfast with Ron, hermione was already there. I sat beside Ron, mumbling a good morning to Hermione. I risked a quick glance to the slytherin table, to see Draco was already looking at me. He tilted his head slightly, then stood up and walked out. I frowned. "Oh, crap. I forgot something. I'll be right back." I said, getting up quickly and rushing out of the great hall. I walked to the boys washroom knowingly. Draco was there, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "You know, as much as I hate to admit it, you're very hard to forget." He said when i walked over to him. He pulled me by the tie again, kissing me softer and shorter than yesterday. "Will you tell me what was wrong yesterday?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Potter. Let me make myself perfectly clear. Just cause i want to hook up with you, does not mean I want to get sentimental. You're not my boyfriend. You're not my friend. You never have been." He said. "But-" "Dont you dare say anything if it doesn't have to do with fucking, kissing or wanting to hex me." He warned. I decided to keep my mouth shut and this time, i pull him by the tie and forced my lips onto his. I guess it surprised him cause he stumbled and held onto me as to not fall. After he started kissing me back properly i pushed him off. "I've got to head to class." I said nonchalantly. "We have class together." He said, trying to grab at me for more. "Then you've got to head to class too." I muttered, walking back to the Great Hall. Hermione, Ron and i walked towards our Defence Against the Dark Arts class, i bumped against Draco's shoulder walking by. "Watch where you're going, scarhead." He half shouted. "Piss off, Malfoy." I said arrogantly. In class I was sitting directly opposite him. He raised an eyebrow at me challengingly. I bit my nail and glanced around to make sure everyone around me was working. When i knew nobody was watching me i put the finger i was biting the nail of in my mouth and sucked it, before winking at him and focusing back down on my work. When i glanced up at him he was staring at me, cheeks flushed. It was my turn to challengingly raise an eyebrow at him. He licked his lips and looked me up and down, biting and releasing his bottom lip. I shifted uncomfortably and glared at him. He held a finger up and scribbled something down on a piece of parchment, then sent it flying my way. I glanced around again to make sure nobody saw. "R.O.R 8:30." It read. I nodded and stuffed the note in my pocket. After class Hermione looked at me weirdly. "Are you alright?" She asked me. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "You look.. tense." She shrugged. I shrugged too and continued walking. "Have you told Ron?" She said. "Told him what?" I looked at her. "That you're..." She looked around to make sure nobody could head, and had to pause cause a few girls walked by. "gay." She finished. "No, not yet. I have to figure some things out first." I said, stuffing my hand in my pocket, my hand wrapping around the note that was there. "Harry.." She said as we made our way down to Hagrids hut. "Yeah?" I looked up at her. "What made you think you're gay?" She asked. Draco Malfoy. "Uh. I dunno." I lied. "Still trying to understand that myself." I said. She nodded again as we got there. Ron walked over to us, frowning. "Thanks for waiting for me." He huffed. "Sorry." I shrugged. I barely listened to what Hagrid was saying during Care of Magical Creatures and just let my thoughts wander to what Draco said. 'You're not my boyfriend. You're not my friend. You never have been.' That struck something inside me. I want to be with him, not just a booty call. I also just wanted it to be 8:30 so i could talk with him and understand what's going on. I don't know when i started caring so much but it hurt me to see the sadness in his face during his panic attack yesterday. I just wanted to take away all his pain. "Harry!" Ron snapped me out of my thoughts. "What? Sorry." I looked from him, to Hermione, to Hagrid who was staring at me expectantly. "I'm sorry Hagrid, got a lot on my mind, what was the question?" I said. "Oi, 'Arry. I said wot is the biggest misconception 'bout Dragons?" He looked at me. "I dunno. They're misunderstood?" I guessed. "'xactly." He nodded. I shrugged as he continued talking. "Mate.. What's up with you?" Ron looked at me. "I'll tell you later." I said quietly. I waited for the day to end so i could see Draco. I don't care how pathetic it sounds. After dinner finally ended i glanced at Draco as he left the hall, winking at me. I blushed. "I'm gonna go.. Uh. Study." I mumbled. Hermione gave me a questioning look and Ron laughed. "Mate. What's gotten into you?" He asked. "Nothing. I've just got to think about things." I walked up to the common room and took a shower. After my shower i popped a gum in my mouth and got dressed into something nice but easy to take off. I checked the time and shrugged. Better early than late. I thought. It was 8:15. I walked up and the door appeared when i thought of Draco. I walked in. He was already there. He nodded curtly. "Potter." He acknowledged, standing up. I glanced around the room. There was a bed, with..... necessities in a bed side table. A couch, a few candles and a fireplace. Quite cosy. I crossed my arms and looked st him as he started walking towards me. "Why so tense, Potter?" He whispered, kissing my neck. I tried really hard to stay tense and not relax at the warmth of his lips sucking my neck. I bit back my moan, keeping my arms crossed. "What's wrong with you?" He frowned, looking at me, trailing his hands down my chest and unfolding my arms, trying to get me to relax. It was already difficult for me to concentrate on being "mad" at him. "So you're allowed to ask me that, but i'm not allowed to ask you?" I raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" He scoffed, shoving me backwards. "You're ridiculous." He went to sit on the couch. "Fine. You want to know why i'm 'tense' as you say?" I walked over to him. "I'll tell you. I expect an explanation in return for your panic attack and cold attitude." I didn't even sit. "Im tense because for the last few months since the war ended i've been dreaming about you. I'm tense because i've realized the feelings of pressure to kill voldemort made me suppress feelings of passion and sexuality. I'm tense cause words hurt, Draco. I'm tense cause ever since the pressure of killing voldemort left, i feel guilty every day for rejecting you as harshly as i did in our first year. I'm fucking tense because you said I'm not your boyfriend or friend and never have been. I don't want to be your toy." I huffed. "i'm tense cause i actually care about an insufferable prat like you," I turned to leave. "Wait, Harry." He ran to stop me from leaving. That was the first time he ever said my first name. I looked at him through my glasses. "Your eyes are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen." He whispered before kissing me softly. not roughly or teasingly. It was tenderly. And lovingly. And soft. and everything i actually wanted in a kiss from draco. He put his hand against my jaw and pulled away. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I only said that because i didn't want to admit it." He said. My hands found their way around his waist. "Admit what?" I rested my forehead against his. "That i've never been able to stop thinking about you." He tilted his head so our noses brushed against each other, moving his arms to around my neck. "Never?" I smirked. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Golden boy." He chuckled. I smiled and closed my eyes."Well then what do you say?" I whispered. "To what?" He said, moving to kiss down my jaw. "To being..." i gasped when he kissed a sensitive spot on my neck. "M-my boyfriend" I whispered. "If that's your pathetic excuse of asking me out, you've got work to do." He whispered, im sure he's left me a hickey by now. I gently backed him up to the wall, turning my head so my nose was against his. "Perhaps i should ask differently then." I said in a lower voice than usual. "Oh, perhaps you should." He grinned, pushing me back so i stumbled and fell on the bed. I laughed and watched him saunter over to me, getting on my lap, straddling me. "Should i?" I whispered. "Mmmm... yes." He ran his fingers through my hair. i flipped us over so i was on top of him. He looked at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Draco Malfoy will you be my boyfriend?" I whispered. He laughed and pulled me by the collar. "Of course i will, Scarhead." He kissed me softly. ******** To my astonishment we didn't actually shag. We cuddled and spoke about our feelings most of the night. He told me that the reason for his panic attack yesterday was he realized how alone he really is here. And that he realized how screwed he is for falling for me. I explained to him that Hermione is the only one that knows i even think i'm gay and that Ginny hates me for breaking up with her but i couldn't tell her then that i was gay cause i didn't know. I woke up the next day, which was a saturday, and glanced at the clock, 8:02 am. I rubbed my eyes. We have 58 minutes of breakfast left. I looked over at Draco and smiled fondly. He was sleeping with his hands under his cheek and his knees tucked into his chest. I rolled on my side to look at him properly. I moved closer until I was right beside him, and wrapped an arm around him. He melted into my embrace. His sleeping face now slightly more alert, but still very relaxed, his knees moving down so he could get closer. I knew he was awake now. "Morning sleepy head." I kissed his nose. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at me. "Hi." He whispered, smiling. I blushed, realizing we just slept in the same bed, my friends didn't know i wasn't spending the night in the dormitory, so they're probably wondering where i am. And also, Draco looks hot with his hair disheveled like this. I couldn't see him super well since i wasn't wearing my glasses, but i could still tell he looked good cause of our close proximity. I pressed forward and gave him a short but sweet kiss. I then sat up and grabbed my glasses. He sat up too and moved over to me, kissing up my shoulder. "What time is it" He asked. "8:15" I replied, leaning against his embrace. All of this felt right. It just felt like we were meant to go together. His body fit against mine like a glove. He looked up at me. "Hungry?" He asked, kissing up my shoulder to my neck. I nodded, closing my eyes. "Yeah" I murmured. He put his slender fingers against my chin and turned my head to kiss me. I smiled gently against his lips and kissed him back. He sighed and pulled back. "Go on ahead i'll be down after. We have to keep up appearances... Potter." He shoved me so i'd stand up. I ran my fingers through my hair and nodded. "See you later?" I put my hand against his cheek. He nodded and looked at me. "If you're lucky." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and walked out. I hurried down to the Great Hall and quickly went to the gryffindor table. I sat down next to Hermione who looked at me warily. "Where the bloody hell were you all night?" Ron exclaimed. I jumped and bit my lip. "um. I.. I was studying down near the lake really late and didn't want to wake you so i just went to sleep in the room of requirement." I mumbled. "Oh yeah. I definitely believe that." He laughed. "Is that a hickey?" He looked at my neck. That bastard. "Uh. N-no. I uh... a spell backfired and i burnt myself." I lied. "Bullshit. Who're you sleeping with?" He grinned excitedly. My heartbeat sped up. I looked at Hermione with wide eyes. She shrugged apologetically. I sighed. "Nobody." I said. That wasn't exactly a lie. I didn't have sex with Draco. We just cuddled and spoke. That's all. "Harry, we know when you're lying." Hermione glared at me. I bit my lip. "I didn't have sex with anyone last night. That part is true." I said. "Okay then what's with the hickey?" Ron asked. "I did spend the night in the room of requirement. That's also true." i said. They both looked at me expectantly. "I can't tell you who i was with but i was with someone." I nodded. "Way can't you tell us?" Ron said. "Cause he-uh, this person doesn't want anyone to know. And frankly neither do I." I said quietly, hoping Ron didn't notice my slip up of saying it was a guy. "Oh." He frowned. "But ron?" I whispered. "I have to tell you something later." I said quietly. Hermione looked at me and nodded. "Now." She said quietly. "He deserves to know, Harry." She said. I sighed. "Ron.. I." I bit my lip. "I'm gay." I whispered to him. His jaw dropped. "YOU'RE G-" "Shush!" Hermione covered his mouth. "He doesnt want everyone knowing, Ron." She smacked him on the back of the head. "But. Ginny." He shook his head. "She was... a mistake to date." I mumbled. I cleared my throat and went back to eating my breakfast. Draco walked in, and we made eye contact. I glared at him knowingly. He smirked and shrugged, walking to the slytherin table. He knew i was glaring at him cause of the hickey. "Is it a Gryffindor?" Hermione brought my attention back to them. "Is what?" I frowned in confusion. "The person. The guy, is he in gryffindor?" She asked. I shook my head. She nodded and frowned, looking at the other tables. "Herm, even if you guess, im not telling you. Not yet." I said. After breakfast we had potions again. So, with the slytherins. Draco and I got paired up again. It was much more tense between us than yesterday. Mostly sexual tension I suppose. "What are we making?" I asked. "You weren't listening?" He said in aggravation. "Sorry, distracted." I looked from his eyes to his lips. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "We're making amortentia" He said. When i stared at him questioning my he sighed of aggravation and rolled his eyes again. "A very powerful love potion." He said, as though i'm stupid. "It's supposed to smell like the person you desire most." He said. I looked back up to his eyes. "Oh is it?" I chuckled. "Shut up, Potter." He shoved me gently. "Wonder what mine'll smell like." I opened my book to look for the ingredients. "Me too." He smirked slightly and shoved me again so i'd go get the ingredients. I tried to scowl but couldn't help my chuckle as i went to go get the ingredients. After we made the potions Snape asked us what they smelt like to us. "Draco, explain your scent." He said. "Uh.. It um." He got flustered. "Pine. And... freshly cut grass." I looked over at him. "A-and roses" he said. I frowned. I know i don't smell like roses. "Mr. Potter." He said. "Nothing." I mumbled. "I don't smell anything." I crossed my arms. "Now that's definitely not true." He scowled. I sighed and took a whiff. "Mint, and um I dunno," I sighed again and slumped back. "Thank you.." He moved on. "What's wrong with you?" Draco whispered. "Nothing." I muttered. "Harry.." He frowned. "I might tell you tonight. Room of requirement. 7." I said when the bell rang. He nodded and stood up. I hurried over to Hermione and walked beside her. "Harry you can't be serious." She said. I frowned and looked at her. "What?" She just shook her head. I shrugged and went to go meet Ron with her before Herbology class. ************* At dinner i ate rather quickly. I wanted to shower and stuff before meeting with Draco. Ron and hermione watched as I ate quickly. "What's got you in such a rush?" Ron frowned. I shrugged. "Got plans." I said, finishing my food and grabbing my bag. "What plans?" He said, but i pretended not to hear him as i walked up to the Gryffindor tower and went to take a shower. After my shower i brushed my teeth. I grabbed some things i may need. As i was leaving Ron walked in. I stumbled a bit, cause he almost walked into me. "Seriously Harry, where are you going at 6:45 on a school night when curfew is 9. What could you possibly do for 2 hours" He said. Draco. "Uh. I... I have.. a date?" I stammered. "With who? C'mon you know I won't judge." He said. "Yes you will." I mumbled. "Just. Wait a bit. I'll tell you eventually." I said quietly. "Just cause you're gay doesn't mean we don't want to know about your dates and stuff." He said. "Trust me. You don't. Not yet." I shifted my weight. "Fine, but im here for when you want to tell me." He said. I nodded. I brushed by him and headed out of the portrait hole. I ran to the 7th floor corridor and made the door appear for the room of requirement. I walked in, noticing it was pretty much the same room as yesterday except with a table. Not long after i got comfortable on the couch and started writing my DADA essay, Draco walked in. I didn't look up from my essay as he walked over to me. He sat beside me and kissed my cheek. "Hello, Potter." He said. I nodded so he'd know i acknowledged him. I finished writing the sentence i was writing then put the parchment and quill down. I sat back against the couch and glanced over at him. "Can I help you?" I raised an eyebrow. He was staring. "What's the matter?" He scowled. "You know, I like your face much better when you don't make faces like that" I said. "Did i ask what you like?" He teased But i wasn't in the mood so i rolled my eyes. "It really would kill you to be nice for once, wouldn't it." I muttered, getting up and walking towards the bed, laying on it. "I just meant that, that wasn't my question. I want to know what's he matter with you." He walked over. "Did you lie in class, or did the potion really smell like roses?" I mumbled. He chuckled. "Oh, you're serious." He sat beside me. "Harry, it smelt like you. I don't know if it was roses or tulips or lavender or lilly's. I just know that you have a floral scent to your aroma and it's very intoxicating." He said. I blushed. "I don't smell like flowers, Draco." I turned my head to look at him. "You kinda smell like flowers." He smiled, laying beside me. "You smell like mint." I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "And cologne." I moved closer to him. "And a little bit like the ocean." I said, my face in the crook of his neck. "The ocean?" He chuckled. "Yeah, kinda." I looked up at him. He put his hand against my cheek and tilted my head up a little, lips brushing against mine. I pressed forward a little and pressed my lips to his. I could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed me back. I moved up a bit to sit on him. He wrapped his arms around my waist as i sat against him. He slid his tongue in my mouth, barking with me for dominance. Again, neither of us were giving in. He flipped us over so he was on top of me, our lips detaching. I looked up at him for a minute before he took off his shirt and crashed his lips back against mine, all in one swift motion. I was taken aback, so he took the opportunity to beat me at the dominance battle. I blushed as i traced my hand down his chest to the top of his pants. I opened the button, with difficulty, so he helped me and took them off. He pulled at my shirt, so i quickly undressed. All while he was kissing my neck and chest. I'm sure he left me a bunch of hickeys. We were both just wearing our underwear. I stared into his eyes. I don't know how long i was looking at him for. I got kinda lost in his eyes. He lifted his thigh between my legs and I bit my lip, closing my eyes at the new sensation. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to me, clashing our mouths together. He pulled the blanket around us as our boxers came off. He suddenly looked down at me. "Who's.. Gonna.. um." He blushed. "I'll take it." I mumbled, nodding and pulling him back down. He seemed hesitant to stretch me out but i told him not to take it easy on me. He never has been easy on me for anything before. Why should this be different? His first thrust into me, after stretching me out, was painful. However, once i got used to it, i opened my eyes to look st him, and he had a very smug look on his face when i started to moan. Leave it to him to gloat during sex. I opened my mouth to tell him to wipe that smirk off his face, but he hit my prostate and i gasped, closing my eyes again. I pulled him down to me, pressing our lips together and finally moving against him. He eventually came, as did I. And we just cuddled. I had my face pressed against his neck, breathing in his scent. I kissed his neck a few times, then sucked on one spot, gently. He was talking about something that happened in one of his classes, then stopped. "..-Harry, what are you doing?" He stopped rubbing my back. I smirked slightly. "Harry Potter i swear if you're leaving me with hickeys i'll hunt you down." "You already know where to find me." I pulled back, admiring my art work. He glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be long dead. "You asshole." He said, venom in his voice, but no actions. "What're you gonna do about it, huh?" I smirked. We basically hickey-attacked each other. I finally gave up, which made him gloat, cause let's face it, any victory to him is a big deal. I then just shoved him and cuddled up to him, resting with my head on his chest. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. Add a bit of sweat to the mix of Dracos scent. But yet, he still smells amazing. ******************** "Potter wake the fuck up!" He slapped my chest. I rubbed my eyes and reached for my glasses. "Looking for these?" Draco was leaning against the wall, showered, dressed and had his bag slung from his shoulder, holding my glasses in his hand. "Yes." I mumbled, getting up. I didn't care that I was still naked. He did though and even through the blurry image of him without having my glasses on, i could see him biting his lip as he looked me up and down. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I grabbed my glasses from him. I looked at the time, it was still early. "Why are you rushing me? We still have plenty of time." I said. "Well, cause.... I-i uh, wanted to talk before i left you to shower and stuff." He ran a hand through his wet hair, which made it stick up in some places. "Talk? About what?" I fixed his hair, then wrapped my arms around his neck. "Potter, you're naked and haven't showered. I'm clean and dressed, get off." He chuckled. I pouted and released my arms from around him. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. "Could you at least put some sort of clothing on. You're quite distracting." He shoved me gently towards my clothes. I just put my boxers on. "Better?" I sat on the bed. He nodded. I looked at him expectantly. "You and I are supposed to hate each other." He said. "But we don't." I stated. "Shut up, let me finish." He scowled. I nodded. "But of all people, I fell for you, Scarhead." He said. I blushed, biting my lip. "How is anybody going to react to this?" He came to sit beside me. I turned to look into his eyes. ".....Am I supposed to answer?" I said. "Well im not asking the question for fun, now, am I?" He said sarcastically. "I don't know. Little by little I guess. I have to start by telling Ron and Hermione." I shrugged. "You haven't?" He asked. "Have you been hexed recently by Ron? Have you been shouted at by Hermione?" I asked. "No.. I suppose not." He rested his forehead against mine. "I want you to come with me to tell them." I said, brushing my lips against his. "Sure." He smiled. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed his presence. "I'll make sure they don't hex you," I whispered, smiling when his lips met mine softly. He pulled back almost as quickly as he kissed me. "My hero." He chuckled sarcastically, standing up. "Actually, Im pretty sure i'm everyone's hero." I said, looking up at him. "Im the chosen one." I smirked. He glared at me. "Alright, Golden boy. I'm gonna head to breakfast." He said, looking over me again, eyes scanning my chest and neck. "You've got a few um." I chuckled. "A few hickeys." I smirked. "As do you." He said. I chuckled and walked over to him. He cupped my face and kissed me. "Okay bye." he smirked and walked out. I watched him, then chuckled and showered, got dressed and hurried down to the Great Hall, awkwardly. I tightened my tie, so my hickeys weren't super visible. I blushed walking over to the Gryffindor table, cause i was walking differently today. I sat down quietly and started eating. "Hey Harry." Hermione said. "Hey." I nodded. "Have fun last night, mate?" Ron said. I blushed and just nodded. "It shows." He laughed. I brought my hand up tommy neck to cover some of the marks. I kept my head down though. If I looked at Draco right now they'd know. and I don't want them to know yet. "Do we have Potions or Defence Against the Dark Arts" I asked, keeping my eyes on my plate. "Defence." Hermione said. I nodded again. "You alright?" Hermione asked. I nodded and risked a glance over at Draco. He seemed completely normal, he was alone, as usual, eating his breakfast. He looked really good. I noticed a dark hickey right above his collar and tried to suppress a grin, knowing i did that. I snapped out of it and looked back at my food. When I finished eating we walked towards the Defence against the dark arts class. "Oh crap. I forgot my essay. I'll be late, explain to professor Lupin for me please." I said to Hermione and ran back to the room of requirement where i left it. It was kinda painful to run, but i didn't mind since it reminded me of how much fun we had last night. I hurried back to class when i got my essay. I pushed through the doors. "Sorry I'm late, sir. I forgot my essay." I handed it to him. "That's fine Harry, next time it's detention. Take a seat." He said. I turned around. The only available seat was beside Draco. I slowly walked to sit next to him. I tried not to look over at him, but my hand was just resting on my lap, and i felt him move a tad bit closer. He very discreetly took my hand in his, so we held hands under the table. It was cute, if I do say so myself. His hands are very soft. I risked looking at him again. His cheeks had a pink tinge, and he was biting his lip. I couldn't help but smile this time. Lupin was talking but his voice was just background noise. "Harry and Malfoy, would you two demonstrate for us?" He said. Draco jumped and instantly dropped my hand. I jumped too, and looked at him. "Uh, d-demonstrate what?" I blushed. "Listen when he talks, Potter." Draco spat. I tried not to laugh at how hard he was trying to act rude towards me, since he was still blushing. "That's alright, mr. Malfoy. I just wanted two students to come. I want you to try to jinx each other, and block it with an anti-jinx." He said. "Are you sure, professor?" I asked. "Scared, Potter?" Draco smirked, bumping my shoulder. I glared at him and stood up, following him to the front of the class. "You wish." I smirked. "Oh is that so?" He raised an eyebrow. I smirked and nodded. He cast a jelly-legs-jinx. But i silently deflected it. "Very good, But Harry, id like you to use an anti-jinx. Not a silent deflection charm, please." He said. "Right... Sorry Professor." I nodded. Draco cast the same jinx and i anti-jinxed it. "Thank you, boys." He said. I nodded and went to sit again. I looked over at Hermione and Ron, they were whispering, but then hermione looked over at me with a look of horror. "What?" I mouthed. "Malfoy?" She mouthed back. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head to indicate I didn't understand what she meant. She dismissively waved her hand, meaning she'd ask me later. I looked over at Draco, noticing the blush on his face, and his eyes widening with realization. He looked over at me quickly. "What?" I whispered. He dipped his quill in ink, and wrote on the corner of his parchment. "Hickeys." I furrowed my eyebrows then my eyes widened too. We both have hickeys. We were both blushing when Lupin asked us to perform the spells. "Shit." I whispered. I looked back over at Ron and hermione. Ron looked disgusted when he and I made eye contact. Great. Well. I guess i'm coming clean about it sooner than I thought. ************** After class, I took my time gathering my things. I didn't want to talk to Ron and Hermione right now. But they waited for me. "Good luck." Draco whispered to me, walking off. I glared at him as he brushed by. I told him i want him to be with me when I tell them. That prat. "So. Harry, your date last night was with Malfoy?" Ron blurted out as soon as I walked near them. My face flushed. I stayed quiet for a second. Then as I opened my mouth to say something, Draco shouted. "Potter you asshole!" I whirled around to see him walking straight for me. My eyes widened as he got closer. "Piss off, Malfoy. Im busy." I said. I saw something in his face, i don't know what but the devilish look on his face made me trust what he was doing. He shoved my shoulders, so I shoved him back. "Malfoy, shove off!" Ron shouted but Draco took my arm and dragged me into an empty classroom. I looked up at him when he pressed me against the door, after he closed it. "Do you think they bought it?" He whispered. I looked up at him. I stayed quiet, but pulled him down to me and kissed him. I pulled back. "I have to tell them." I said, putting my hands against his chest. "I know. But i thought this would stall you, so you can actually be ready to tell them." He put his hand against my cheek. I leaned into his hand and looked up at him. "Come with me." I whispered. He smiled at me and nodded. He looks hot when he smiles, instead of scowling. I pushed him back gently and opened he classroom door. Hermione and Ron were both standing there. "Harry! What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron said. "Come in here." I said, hurrying them inside. They stepped into the classroom and i saw the glare on Rons face as he looked at Draco. Draco looked at me expectantly, as did Hermione. "So i." I cleared my throat. "We're together." I said, nodding. Not any point in sugar coating it. "Well we've figured that much, what with the hickeys." Hermione said. i blushed and looked over at Draco who had a smug look on his face. "Of all people, Harry... Really?!" Ron looked at me. "I don't know. Ever since the war ended i can't stop thinking about him." I blushed. I hadn't even said that to Draco. "I've kinda had a small thing for him, for a long time. But i didn't know i was gay." I rambled. Draco was staring at me. I could feel his eyes. "And how do you know he's not just playing around. This is an awfully easy way to hurt you, which hes been trying to do since we were 12." Hermione stated. "Hes different now, 'moine." I said. "Not really." He said. I turned to look at him and glared. "Not the time to be funny." I said. He shrugged, reaching his hand out to me. I took it, and he brought my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, before intertwining our fingers. I blushed, then looked at Ron, who looked like he was going to be sick, and at Hermione who looked like she didn't want to think it was cute, but had a look of awe on her face. "I'm not trying to hurt Harry." Draco said calmly. I've never heard his voice come out so soft. "And how do we know you're not lying?" Ron pressed. "If i wanted to hurt him i would have done it by now." He said. I looked over at him as he rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. "I'm not saying i've changed. I don't think i have. I'm not asking you guys to be my friends." He said. "Im still an ass, even to Harry. But all I want is for his two best friends to accept his relationship, because i'm not going anywhere." He said. "Draco." I whispered, walking closer to him. "He accepted you two being in a relationship. Why can't you accept his?" He said, slowly wrapping an arm around me when i put my head against his shoulder. He looked down at me. I stared into his eyes. I wanted to kiss him, but not in front of them, so i looked away. "Why should we believe you?" Hermione said. Draco took a deep breath. "In our first year, I asked Harry to be my friend. Granted I could have asked in a nicer way, without dissing you, Weasley, but i still asked. And he still rejected me." Draco said quietly. "Ever since then, i've felt the need to prove myself to him. Show him i'm worthy of him." He added. I furrowed my eyebrows and wrapped my arm around his waist. "It manifested in me taking a liking to him. I didn't want to like him, so i became more hostile. It wasn't until I thought he was dead, during the war, that I knew fighting wasn't how i was going to get him to be happy. So i suppressed it, and i kept my distance." He said. "Until this year." He bit his lip. "I don't know why. But keeping my distance from him hurt me.. physically. I started getting these sorta panic attacks whenever he wasn't in the room. It was like a routine. It's not that I wanted to be around him all the time. But places i was used to him being.. The great hall, classrooms, quiddich.. I couldn't be at those places if he wasn't there because I was used to him being there." He bit his lip again. "You never told me that." I put my hand against his cheek, and he leaned his face against my hand. He closed his eyes and sighed. "It's still weird." Ron said. I chuckled quietly. "I mean, you have to appreciate or position, we've been mortal enemies for years." Hermione said. Draco shook his head. "I don't want that anymore. It was childish to fight the way we used to." He said. "And we're not children anymore." I looked at him as he opened his eyes and looked at me. I didn't care anymore that Ron and Hermione we're here. I gave him a soft gentle kiss. "Harry.. I'm happy you're happy with him, but it'll take some getting used to." Hermione said. I nodded. "Thank you." I said. Draco pulled me closer to him and kissed my forehead. "We'll leave you two to it. Harry, will you be in Herbology?" Ron mumbled. I looked up at Draco to see. He shrugged. "Probably not." I said quietly. He kissed my forehead again as I leaned against him. Once they left I looked up at him properly. "So since first year?" I teased. "Shut up, Potter." He said. I smirked. "Make me." I looked at him. He captured my lips between his. I giggled, which made him bull back "What he hell kind of noise was that?" He laughed. I blushed and shrugged. After hanging out with Draco most of the day... and I actually mean hanging out, I decided to go back to my room tonight. "But Harry." Draco pouted as we were about to part ways. "What?" I laughed when he tugged me close, putting his hands on my bum. "I wanna come with you." He whispered. "To my room?" I laughed. "No but.. Well. I just.. I want to sleep with you." He said. "Not sex, i mean actual slumber." He said. "You know you're cute when you're embarrassed?" I grinned. "Am not." He countered. "Aha, i beg to differ." I smirked. "I'm not cute." He said, sounding offended. "Fine, you're adorable." I smirked. "Harry." He whined, putting his face against my chest. "Dray, i gotta go." I kissed his head. "Are you going to Hogsmead tomorrow?" I asked. He nodded, pouting. "Okay, we'll have a real date tomorrow then" I smiled, running my hand through his soft blond locks. "Like.. in public?" He looked into my eyes. I shrugged he'd and smiled. "I don't care if you don't." I whispered. "Okay." He smiled shyly. "Okay, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." He captured my lips between his. Every single time we kiss, it's a completely different form of magic. One that can't be taught, only felt. With him, this is the real magic. I pulled back slowly. "Tomorrow." I smiled, letting go of him. He nodded and we both went back to our dormitories. *************** The next day i got dressed in something nice. I smirked slightly when i put on jeans that I know make my butt look good. I walked towards Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall. "Hey." I said quietly. "Hey, Harry.. We were wondering if.. Are you going to be spending the day with Draco?" Hermione asked. I nodded. "Figured you guys would want to be alone as well." I put some food on my plate. "Very thoughtful." Ron said sarcastically. I sighed quietly. I ate in silence as Ron and Hermione spoke. After breakfast we went to Hogsmead. I waited for a Draco outside of Honeydukes. He walked over to me as I watched some kids run by. "Hey," I smiled at him. "Are we really going to look at candy? How old are you?" He teased as we walked into the candy shop. "I've got a sweet tooth." I shrugged. "Me too." Draco laughed. I bought him some chocolate and stuff. Afterwards we walked around for a bit, he grabbed my hand. It's crazy how such an innocent action can drive me so crazy. "Care for a butterbeer?" I smiled, lacing our fingers together. We got lots of strange looks today. But i didn't care. He nodded, so we went to the three broomsticks. Ron and Hermione were there, as we looked for a table. "Come sit with us." Hermione said. So we walked over. Draco looked uncomfortable, so i reassuringly rubbed his thigh. We were sitting opposite them. Ron looked between us, a look of bewilderment on his face. I ordered two butterbeers. "Well um, can we ask you guys questions about..." Hermione gestured. I looked st Draco who shrugged, so i nodded. "Why not" "Draco, are you gay? Or Bisexual? or.." Hermione said. "Gay." He nodded. He looked surprised that the question was directed at him. "You didn't give him some sort of love potion, did you?" Ron said suspiciously. "Of course not!" Draco said defensively. "Hey, calm down it's okay." i whispered, feeling him getting worked up. He took a big sip of his butterbeer when it got here. "Are you guys going to go to the end of term dance together?" Hermione asked. "Well I had planed on asking him, yeah" I said. "And what makes you think I'll agree?" Draco looked at me. "I've heard I can be ver persuasive." I said, looking over at him with a wink. "So when you're fucking, who gives it and who takes it?" Ron said. I choked on some of my butterbeer and silently thanked hermione who slapped him upside the head. "You can't ask things like that, Ronald." She scolded. I must've been red as a tomato. Hermione cleared her throat. "You know, you guys are going to be in the daily prophet tomorrow." She said. Draco nodded. I did too. **************** After that little fiasco, we headed back to Hogwarts. Draco dragged me to the room of requirement to "cuddle". "They should just call this room the room of shagging." I said, pushing him down on the bed. I topped this time. It was still just as good. Draco cuddled up to me, trailing his fingers up and down my chest. "Quiddich has done you some favours." He whispered, touching the sorta-abs. I laughed a bit, "I guess it has." "Harry." He whispered. Uh-oh. I know that voice, that's a 'we need to talk' voice. "mhm?" I tightened my arm around him. "I meant everything i said when talking to Ron and Hermione." He said. I smiled. "I know." I tilted his chin up and kissed him. He pulled back quickly though. "No, i mean." He sighed. "I mean, i really have liked you for years, Harry." He whispered. "I've subconsciously liked you too." I said, slightly confused. "I've known i've liked you since 4th year." he said. I smiled at the pink tiny in his cheeks and nodded. "Is this another competition?" I raised an eyebrow. "No." He admitted, raising his eyes to look into mine. "I'm trying to tell you i've loved you for almost as long." He whispered. I smiled and put my hand against his cheek, caressing his beautiful face. "I've loved you too." i whispered. He closed his eyes and moved closer to me. "Good." He whispered, cuddling up to me again. I held him close. He yawned in an adorable way. I smiled fondly and kissed the top of his head. He slowly fell asleep, but i was wired. I wasn't able to sleep. When i was 10 I didn't even know i was a wizard. And now, 8 years later i'm laying in bed with my former enemy, having defeated the darkest and greatest wizard of our time. I technically should be graduated from Hogwarts. I've got nothing else to prove, i've fucking defeated Voldemort. But i can't complain. If I wasn't here I wouldn't have gotten together with Draco. I slowly allowed my eyes to close and held onto Draco. Surprisingly I haven't had any more dreams about him.. Because my dreams were the reality now. I woke up to kisses down my neck. "Hey." I mumbled. "Hi." He whispered, looking up at me. "I swear if you've given me another hickey I'll kill you." I said. "Im marking my territory." He smirked at me. "I'm your territory now?" I raised my eyebrows. "All mine." He whispered, kissing my lips gently. I couldn't not smile at that. I always felt so powerful when kissing Draco. I wonder if love is more powerful than magic? Or if it makes your magic stronger? I should ask Lupin. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He laid back down, in his side so he could look at me. It was Sunday, so I didn't have anything to do. Really, I could lay here with Draco all day. I could shag Draco all day. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, handing me my glasses so I could look at him properly. "I uh.." I blushed. "You." I mumbled. "You're cheesy." He rolled his eyes. "Well it's true." I laughed. "Shut up." I smirked, watching him sit up. I pouted, he was warm. He stood up and my eyes instantly got attracted to his bare ass. I bit my lip watched him walk to the bathroom. Well if i wasn't hard before, I am now. I didn't have morning wood, but i was definitely feeling something right now. I looked over when Draco popped his head out of the bathroom. "Join me for a shower, Potter" He said. It wasn't a question. I took my glasses off and got out of the bed. We showered, groped each other, kissed and washed, before getting out. We walked to the Great Hall together. I don't really care if people know anymore. "Do you wanna come sit with me?" I asked when we got to the great hall. "How about you come with me? I don't think everyone in gryffindor would appreciate me being there." Draco said. I was suddenly super aware of everyone's eyes on us and conversations dying. There was a copy of the daily prophet on the table, so Draco picked it up. We were on the first page. It was a picture somebody took of us. As the pictures moved, you could see us go from holding hands, to hugging, to kissing. It was cute if I do say so myself. I knew we'd be in the newspaper, but i didn't think we'd make the front page. But now i knew why everyone was staring. Draco looked paler than usual, if that's possible. "Draco?" I whispered. "Draco, what's wrong?" I rubbed his thigh under the table. "I haven't had this much attention on me since the war. Since i was on the wrong side.." He looked over at me. "I won't let anybody hurt you." I whispered. He nodded slowly and looked at the food. "I think i'm gonna be sick." He whispered, getting up quickly and hurrying out. I got up to follow him. I walked to the bathroom. This is where we first kissed. "Draco?" I said. He was near the sink, very disheveled. I walked over to him and put my hand in his back. "Look at me." I said quietly. He slowly turned to look at me. I ran my hands through his soft blond hair. "It's okay. You haven't done anything wrong." I said. He nodded quietly and just walked into my arms. I held him tightly. ************** Around noon Draco wanted to go do some actual studying so I left him to it. I went to find Lupin to ask him about the love thing. I knocked on his office door. "Professor?" I called. I heard a muffled voice, followed by a hush, then some movement, and Lupin opened his door. He looked kinda dazed. "Hello, Harry." He mumbled. "It's Sunday, have you nothing to do but come here?" He said. I knew he wasn't trying to be mean cause of the tone of his voice, but it was kinda rude. "No.. I-i have a question." I said. "Im rather busy at the moment.. Can it wait?" He asked, running a hand through his messy hair. "Um." I paused when I heard a voice from in his office. "Remus, who is it?" Was that Snape? "Y-yeah. I'll come back later. Sorry." I mumbled. Oh my. I practically ran to the library. "Draco!" I said, out of breath. "Shhh!" a few people looked over at me. "Can't you see I'm busy, Potter." He glared at me. "I'm sorry. I just.. Is Snape gay?" I said. He stared at me. "I shouldn't reveal personal information about a professor, Harry." He said. "I know. I just... Is he shagging Lupin?" I said. "Potter, shut up!" He covered my mouth. I stared at him with wide eyes. "If i answer you will you go away. I've actually got lots of work to do and don't feel like getting distracted by your pretty face." He scowled. That was meant to insult me? I couldn't help but smile as i nodded. He sighed and took his hand off from around my mouth. "Yes. To both of those." He said. "They've been together for ages." He said as an afterthought. "Oh. My. God." I said louder than expected, earning me shushes again. "Yes. Yes. Very surprising." Draco rolled his eyes. "Now if you'll leave.." He said. I pouted. "Well, are we meeting tonight?" I asked. "Yeah, i suppose." He looked at me. "Go away. I can't concentrate." He said, patting my leg. He wasn't paying attention to where my leg was though, and he nearly patted my crotch. "Okay, fine." I rolled my eyes. I chanced a small peck on the lips before leaving. I sighed. Where to go? Hermione and Ron are probably off somewhere shagging. Lupin is busy right now... shagging Snape. I shook my head. Maybe I'll go practice some flying skills. Yeah that's a good idea. I headed towards the quiddich pitch. I got on my broom. Flying almost always makes me feel so free. I flew around for a while. I don't know how long i've been flying. But Ginny showed up, looking sheepish. I slowed down as she came to meet me in the air. "Hey Harry." She said quietly. I think this is the first time she's spoken to me since we broke up. "Hey." I smiled. "So.. Gay huh?" She chuckled. I nodded. It got awkwardly quiet. "Why didn't you tell me?" She looked up at me. "I didn't know." I replied simply. "If you would have explained it to me when we broke up, I would have understood better." She said. I shrugged. "I didn't want to come out." I said quietly. Silence again. "But... Draco Malfoy?" She said. "What about him?" I said, almost defensively. "You guys hated each other." She said. I shrugged. "we feuded. He's always been a challenge. But a constant challenge. I think that's what I like. Ever since he's come into my life it's more exciting." I said, we were flying side by side, slowly. She nodded. Silence. We flew for a bit before she looked at me. "So... You didn't break up with me cause of me, then." She said. I shook my head. "All me." I chuckled. "Then can we go back to being friends?" She asked. "Id like that" I nodded as we landed. She gave me a hug. I smiled. I went back to the castle and pressed my ear against lupins office. I didn't hear anything so I knocked. He answered the door. "Ah, Harry. Come in." He smiled. I nodded and went to sit. "What brings you to my office, for the second time today? I apologize about earlier. I was busy." He said, sitting down. "Thats alright professor. What you do in your personal life is.. well.. personal." I laughed a bit. "Yes well. What is it you need, Harry." He smiled. "I was just wondering. Um. During the war, Voldemort said that love is weakness." I explained, he nodded along. "But.. well I feel much more powerful when shown love." I explained. "Does love make your magic stronger?" I asked. He smiled at me. "So you're in love with Malfoy?" He asked. I blushed. "I..I.. Yeah." I stammered. "I remember what it first feels like." He nodded. "Yes. True love does make your magic stronger." He answered. "Well.. What do you mean by true love?" I asked. "When the person you love, loves you back." He said. I smiled and nodded. "Thank you, professor." I said. "Of course." He smiled. "Wait, uh.. Lupin?" I bit my lip. "Yes, Harry?" "Are you in love?" I asked. He smiled fondly. "Very much so." He nodded. "What's so special about him? I don't find him to be a particularly loveable person." I mumbled. He looked kinda shocked that I knew it was snape, but brushed it off. "Some may say the same about Draco." He said. "Fair enough." I nodded, then looked at the time. "Oh crap. Speaking of which, i have to go." I stood up. "Thank you professor" I ran out. I ran to the library, frowning when Draco wasn't there. I looked all the places he would be, but frowned. No Draco to be found. I slowly walked towards the Gryffindor tower. Walking into the common room, Hermione and Ron were there, hermione was scolding him for not having done his herbology assignment. I walked past, up to the dormitory. There was a note on my bed. "Astronomy tower at 6. Dress nice, Scarhead." I smiled slightly and held it against my chest. It smelt of him. It was already 5:30 so i should probably start getting ready. I got changed, i actually wore a nice button down green top, that brought out my eyes, and a pair of black pants, tight around my bum. I ruffled my hair, trying and failing to style it. And before I knew it i had to leave. I walked down to the common room. Hermione hooted. "Someone's got a date." She laughed. "Shut up." I blushed. "Do I look okay?" I bit my lip. "Yeah you do." She smiled at me. She hit rons arm. "Tell him he looks good." "Uh, you look good?" He said. I laughed. "Very believable." I rolled my eyes. I left and headed to the astronomy tower, where Draco was already, with a flower in his hand. "You're late." He said, handing me the flower and pulling me in for a kiss before i could reply. After i pulled back I smelt the rose and smiled. "What's all this for?" I asked. He shrugged. "I read about picnics and thought it was cute. And i thought it would be nice to watch the sunset and stars appear." He blushed. I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. We had a decent meal, that he cooked so i told him it was amazing. Then he sighed. And it was his 'i wanna ask you something but i dunno how' sigh. "What is it?" I asked, wrapping my arm around him. "Why do you love me?" He whispered very quietly. "what?" I looked at him, rubbing his back. "You could have anyone you want. So why me?" He asked. I moved to sit on his lap, so i could look at his face properly. "I love you because you make my life exciting. Because no matter what, i can always count on your sassy remarks. I love you because you're beautiful and know it. Because you don't let people hurt you. Because you're so strong. I love you because after all those years of conditioning you to be dark, you still chose to be good. I love you because you're honest. I really love that you're good in bed too." I whispered. "Draco, I love you cause you're you." I whispered. I cupped his face. He leaned into me and captured my lips between his again, making me feel like i was in a movie. We spoke for the majority of the night. I think it was last 4 in the morning when we headed off to bed. I just told him to come to gryffindor with me, nobody would mind. So we laid in bed together and slept. I was big spoon. He moved against me, which made it so i had an awkward biner. But we didn't shag. Not while everyone's around. We just slept. I woke up the next morning with a more than awkward boner, and a giggling Draco. "Someone's happy." He said quietly, wiggling his bum against me. I cursed him silently, burying my face in his shoulder. Ron opened the curtains around my bed, as he does nearly every morning, to tell me to get ready for breakfast. He sighed. "Is this something I need to get used to?" He asked. I nodded, looking up and over at Ron. "Yes." I said simply. "Please tell me you didn't screw while i was in the bed right beside yours." He sighed. "Oh yeah. We fucked plenty of times." Draco said. "No! No. no we didn't. He's lying to make you uncomfortable." I said. "It worked." He rolled his eyes. "Get ready for breakfast, would ya?" He said. I just nodded. After he turned around, Draco wiggles his bum against me again, making me laugh. "Stop." I whispered. He didn't, so i aggressively turned him around and kissed him. Which made him stop. "Hungry?" I said when i pulled back. *********** Walking to breakfast, I held Dracos hand. He agreed to come sit over at the gryffindor table. He just ate an apple. I noticed he's not very hungry in the mornings. Ron was telling hermione about Draco and I being in the same bed when he woke me up. "It's not like i haven't heard you two go at it. We didn't do anything, Ron." I mumbled. Hermione blushed a deep shade of pink. Draco laughed. Ron just looked embarrassed. "We have defence against the dark arts. See you in class." Draco kissed my shoulder. He had to get some of his things from slytherin. i smiled contently as he walked away. "He really does make you happy, huh?" Hermione said. I nodded, smiling. My Draco.

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Learning to Listen to Your Body

“I learnt to be present and take control of my body. I controlled my muscles during yoga and martial arts with great effort and concentration, moving each part of my limb with intent rather than allowing it to move for the sake of moving.”

by Teah Abdullah

At the age of ten, almost all the students in my grade were asked (kidding, they were not gently asked, we were all forced) to join a PE competition. The competition involved having all the children, in unison, to perform physical activity tasks: jumping jack (in unison), running (in unison), push ups (in unison), etcetera.

There was one area that I couldn’t do, and that was doing the bridge.

Here’s what the bridge is: you are on your back, your knees up and your feet to the ground. Then you put your hands over your shoulders to meet the ground. And then you lift your whole torso and upper leg by the powers of your feet and hands, dangling your head almost below your shoulders. You stay there for five seconds, and then you relax back to a lying position.

The problem I had with the bridge is that I can never twist my hands enough that I could carry myself up. My elbows, I justified, were not flexible. Instead, I would position my hands on my sides and then lift myself up (I later learnt that this, too, is the bridge). During one practise, a kid who would make fun of me saw me not doing the bridge properly as the teachers intended. I got kicked out from the group because of it, but also because I couldn’t do a back roll (what if you broke your back doing it???)

A lot of my life was spent fearing for my body. At five, I sprained my hand and had to use a sling for a few weeks. At nine, I spun on my roller blades and knocked my jaw to the ground. During my undergraduate, I slipped on wet manhole covers caused by the rain regularly enough that it made my right ankle weak. For a few years at work, I sat on uncomfortable office chairs which weakened my left knee.

I spent much of my life listening to people say to be careful and to take extra precaution of my body, so much so that I never really learnt the extent it can take. It’s quite ironic, really, that the thing that had damage me the most was not a physical attack. It was a rape and murder threat that tore my body and mental down. It was words that snapped me, causing my body and mind to no longer be aligned with one another: I developed Trauma.

For three months, my body functioned in a way I have never seen it function. I was constantly tense, stress, jumpy and scared for my life. I lost my personality, no longer aware of who I am when I look into the mirror. I let people step over me, I damaged my body because I couldn’t feel anything for one and a half months. I seek for other ways to feel and numb because I no longer recognise myself and stopped caring for my body. I wanted to kill myself because I was in constant pain and fear.

So I went to see a therapist specialising in Trauma, and they explained to me that when Trauma happens, your body and mind often becomes misalign—that a horrible moment in your life is stuck in your brain, and your body is also stuck in that fight, flight or freeze moment even though you’ve physically moved away from that incident. My therapist recommended me to do yoga.

I did. And it changed how I view my body completely.

And it was weird, to be so present in your body and so aware of the stretches and pain I was experiencing. I took a women’s self-defence class and was encouraged by the instructor to take up a variety of martial arts. I did. Both yoga and hapkido felt strange to me as the Trauma echoed in my head. In one class, when my self-defence instructor trained us on what to do in a rape scenario, my mind almost collapsed because his instructions triggered my Trauma to come back. I had to will myself back together, ensuring myself of where I was in that moment, recalling the dull throb on the side of my neck when my sparring partner nearly tapped me out three minutes before.

I learnt to be present and take control of my body. I controlled my muscles during yoga and martial arts with great effort and concentration, moving each part of my limb with intent rather than allowing it to move for the sake of moving. I kick, punch and move with purpose, ensuring that my brain and muscles are communicating with one another.

I learn to listen to my body, being patient with it the way my instructors and sparring partners are patient with me.

What’s important, I learn, is that for every action an instructor tells you to do, not everyone can do it. Every body is different, and every body doesn’t take threats and instructions the same way.

However, when you are able to, there are always ways to make adjustments with your bodies, so it frustrates me that I was forced to do a bridge the way my teachers wanted it to be when I was ten, to do the back roll the “right way” when I wonder, if the teachers themselves can even do any of those things at their age then especially with poor instructions and not advising the students to listen to their bodies.

We were never told to listen to our bodies as children. Never.

Fuck ‘em. I can do the bridge now and I’m learning to do back rolls, with difficulty but slow and more certainty, and all because I listened to my body when it’s ready to do them.

  by Teah Abdullah

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🎵 Title: Anything your heart desires (T)

Song and movie: When you wish upon a star - Pinocchio

Summary: Harry makes a wish upon a star—well, two wishes, really.

Draco only hears the first one but he makes them both come true.

🎵 FIC

🎵 Title: I dream of you, to wake [T, 13.6k]

Song and movie: Once Upon A Dream - Maleficent (Lana Del Rey version)

Summary: “Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time," Draco points out carefully.

“Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.”

Draco Malfoy is a world-renowned dream-walker, and he may be Harry Potter’s only hope.

📻 Title: remember me [T, 31k]

Song and movie: Remember Me - Coco

Summary: On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors.

And then Harry doesn’t come back.

Only Draco believes that Harry isn’t dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends’ pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted.

🎵 Title: Upstaged [M, 3.4k]

Song and movie: Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee (An Actors Life For Me) - Pinocchio

Summary: West End actor Drake O'Malley starts receiving fanmail from a (not so mysterious) stranger.

📻 Title: Love, and Other Nonsense [T, 6.4k]

Song and movie: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Hercules

Summary: Harry wasn't in love. No way. It wasn't even a crush, because it couldn't be. Surely.

Or so he thought until he found he couldn't stop thinking about a certain someone. Denial doesn't last for long when you've got a couple of helpful portraits to help realise the truth.

🎵 Title: Believe the very best [M, 10k]

Song and movie: Can You Feel The Love Tonight - The Lion King

Summary: Draco tries to convince Harry he’s the chosen one

📻 Title: Silverpoint [E, 8.8k]

Song and movie: I See the Light - Tangled

Summary: "It seems fairly simple to you, but you know that you don't really understand love - how could you, after all? You've never known how to talk about it, but you've never had to before. Everyone you ended up loving has always understood. You've been able to show them, by fighting for them, dying for them.

That seems a bit much- after all, Malfoy just wants tea in bed and his cock in your mouth (not usually at the same time).

It's ok to love him, you reason with yourself - he doesn't have to know. No one ever has to know."

Or: How Harry Potter Fell In Love (and Realised that Draco Malfoy Loved Him Back).

🎵 Title: The Ryokan [T, 1.2k]

Song and movie: How Far I'll Go - Moana

Summary: Harry is stressed and unhappy with life in wizarding London. In an attempt to help Harry relax, Draco takes him to stay in a Ryokan, a traditional Japanese inn.

📻 Title: Dreaming Darkly [E, 39.9k]

Song and movie: Trust in me - Jungle Book

Summary: It's five years after the war, and Harry is not okay. He hates his job. He hates Robards. He hates Ron's promotions and Hermione's concern.

He chases oblivion in booze and weed and quick dirty fucks, but it's never enough.

Then Draco Malfoy's face comes up on the case board as a murder suspect and Harry is thrown into an investigation that will take him to dark and dangerous places and force him to question the line between dreams and reality.

🎵 Title: Of Losing Hope And Winning A War [T, 19k]

Song and movie: Be Prepared - Lion King

Summary: With the Dark Lord living in the Manor and no way to escape, Draco felt lost, trapped in a nightmare.

He couldn't know things were about to change for him. But first he had to lose all of what was left of his hope.

📻 Title: Every Leaf That Unfurls, Every Petal That Blooms [T, 6.3k]

Song and movie: So this is love - Cinderella

Summary: Draco can’t keep cacti alive, let alone flowers. None of this stops Neville Longbottom from giving him potted earth with promises of a seed nestled inside. “Don’t worry,” he assures Draco. “Harry will help.”

Which makes no sense—surely Potter’s saviour complex doesn’t extend to plants! Spoiler: it does, leading to Potter coming over to Draco’s place for dinner more frequently than ever.

Or, the one where everyone knows that Harry and Draco are dating...except them.

🎵 Title: When You Can't Find A Hero, Become One [M, 15.8k]

Song and movie: Wherever You Are - Winnie the Pooh: Pooh's Greatest Adventure

Summary: After Harry Potter's mysterious disappearance, wizarding Britain moved on. Some moved on because they didn't care, some to keep the pieces of their lives together or to be strong for their traumatised loved ones. But Draco can’t move on. He decides to do whatever it takes to find out what happened to Potter. And Slytherins are good at doing whatever it takes.

📻 Title: Strike a Good Match [T, 11.6k]

Song and movie: Honor to Us All - Mulan

Summary: Draco tries to restore honor to the Malfoy family name. Of course Potter comes along and fucks it all up

🎵 Title: Songs in the Key of Love [E, 12.8k]

Song and movie: Whistle while you work - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

Summary: Harry Potter had been irritating Draco since the day they met, and Draco thought he knew every frustrating little aspect of the man after so many years of rivalry.

But then they were paired together as Auror partners, and things got so much worse.

Apparently, Harry liked to whistle while he worked, and it was the single most annoying sound Draco had ever heard in his life.

📻 Title: Wings of Salvation [T, 42.4k]

Song and movie: I saw a dragon - Pete's dragon

Summary: After the death of his mother, Draco is left with a summerhouse he hasn’t visited since his childhood and having signed every piece of paperwork his solicitor put before him, he sets out to visit the place that holds his happiest memories.

Upon arrival, he’s met with a surprise that will change the course of his life for better or for worse. An injured Hebridean Black is sleeping in front of the door and with hopes of a new adventure, he decides to help the dragon, naming her Salus and owling his former best friend, Harry Potter to come and help him one last time.

Through foggy days and wine-filled evenings, with friends and a small muggle town on their side, they spend their time rediscovering friendship, building love and learning what it truly means to be free.

🎵 Title: For the First Time and Forever [T, 15.9k]

Song and movie: For the First Time in Forever - Frozen

Summary: After five years of isolation, Draco opens Malfoy Manor and himself up again to the Wizarding World. Harry Potter's reappearance is anything but expected.

A story about metaphorical fireworks, literal fireworks, and a succession of very annoying sentient pieces of furniture.

📻 Title: Poor Unfortunate Souls [E, 19.6k]

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: Draco is a potioneer. Harry's trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

🎵 Title: He's Holding Back, He's Hiding [T, 7.4k]

Song and movie: Can you feel the love tonight - Lion King

Summary: Harry and Draco are both oblivious idiots and Pansy is tired of their mutual pining.

📻 Title: What Is A True Diamond (In The Rough)? [G, 17k]

Song and movie: Prince Ali - Aladdin

Summary: Yes, this is a fic about Harry, as Aladdin, finding love in the Sultan’s successor; Prince Draco. But it is not only a story about love. It is also about freedom. And about dreams. More specifically, it’s about dreams coming true

🎵 Title: Now I see [T, 4k]

Song and movie: Reflection - Mulan

Summary: The sudden realisation hit him like a sledgehammer. This was no longer his true self. He’d changed. He would always be the son of his parents, but he was no longer the puppet of the Dark Lord, a scared little boy who tried everything to survive during a war.

📻 Title: When Did You Last Let Your Heart Decide? [E, 50.3k]

Song and movie: A Whole New World - Aladdin.

Summary: "I can show you the world."

Our world is a broken disaster. A world separated by death and devastation.

"Shining, shimmering, splendid."

Torn, darkened, burnt.

"I can open your eyes."

My eyes are watering from the smoke.

"Take you wonder by wonder."

Are you a wonder? Could you please, please take me somewhere?

🎵 Title: Dig A Little Deeper [T, 3.4k]

Song and movie: Dig A Little Deeper - The Princess and the Frog

Summary: Sometimes a second chance is all you need to move on with your life.

Sometimes that second chance comes with an unexpected friendship.

And sometimes that friend is a pain in the arse who is most certainly never going to be forgiven.

📻 Title: Green [Gen, 19.6k]

Song and movie: Not easy being Green - Muppets.

Summary: Draco is struggling to find a way to recover from the war with his life in shambles, his father in Azkaban, his house ransacked and the Magical government is struggling to recover from the loss of so many major political figures that were caught up in the war.

With the notice of the death of his Father, Draco abandons all hope of trying to fix things going forward and instead makes the final purchase necessary for his most extreme plan to fix everything that went wrong, and finds himself suddenly reliving his first year at Hogwarts.

Draco scrambles to adjust his plans only to find himself sorted into Gryffindor causing him to abandon all hope of pulling off the death of Voldemort by himself and starts reaching out to others for help as he struggles to maintain his identity as a Slytherin and Malfoy.

🎵 Title: Harry Knows Best [T, 4.2k]

Song and movie: Mother Knows Best - Tangled

Summary: Harry has always lived inside the walls of Number 4 Privet Drive. His Aunt and Uncle keep him protected from the outside world, a place full of people who wouldn't hesitate to use his magical powers to their own benefit. Harry, however, dreams with a trip to London. His dreams will become true, when a blond thief enters his house in the middle of the night.

📻 Title: Unfortunate Souls [E, 11.3k]

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: He was warned not to deal with the reclusive witch in Knockturn Alley as she never played fair, but when Draco finds himself backed into a corner with no way out, and his mother's life in the balance, he makes the ultimate sacrifice to ensure their safety.

🎵 Title: Don’t Keep on Pretending [Gen, 3.1k]

Song and movie: Song from Mr Ray – Finding Nemo

Summary: After a talk to fifth years about Auror training, Harry Potter stops by the Potions classroom. Chatting with Draco Malfoy about Albus and James’s performance in Potions leads to a talk about the most uncomfortable moments of their past, but maybe they can proceed from there…

📻 Title: Herbology Study #8-C [T, 3.3k]

Song and movie: Pink Elephants on Parade - Dumbo

Summary: In Neville's latest Herbology experiment, Hermione finds nargles, Ron is pumpkin juice, Harry is dramatic, and Draco saves the day.

🎵 Title: The World Has Somehow Shifted (Now That I See You) [T, 27.9k]

Song and movie: I See The Light - Tangled

Summary: Potter’s eyes soften. “I know. That’s not what I meant. I just… Just give me a chance, yeah?”

Draco looks into Potter’s vibrant emerald eyes. He can see the hesitancy and hope. Those eyes alone could undo Draco. But why should he give Potter a chance? Potter’s the one who didn’t even respond to his owls. Not even a ‘No thank you, I have better things to do.’ So why the sudden interest now?

Draco taps his fingers on the table in a rhythm of right to left, hoping he’s making the right choice. What’s the worst possible thing that can happen?

He doesn’t expect the answer to be falling in love with Harry Potter.

A story where Harry and Draco discover themselves– and each other– in the process.

📻 Title: Falling for a Golden Boy [E, 44.6k]

Song and movie: I won't say (I'm in love) - Hercules

Summary: Merlin. Why couldn’t Draco have moved to a forgotten village in the Alps? He could have turned into a shepherd, learned to make his own damn cheese and given up his damn magic. But no, he’d had to come back to his Eighth year, hadn’t he? And this was his life now. Draping himself over Potter to hear words from him that he knew Potter wouldn’t ever mean.

Great. The school year ahead of him looked simply great.

“All I know is—when I’m with you, I…” Potter, the heathen, grunted when he read the rest of his line. “Do I really need to say this?”

“What, scared of believing your own words, Scarhead?” Draco spat.

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.