#i have a few drabbles about how he admires her from a distance but never makes a move to say anything

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hiii! I’m here to request a scenario (headcanon? Drabble? it doesn’t rlly matter; do whatever fits best, just as long as Yuta and Megumi is in it :3, you can add another character if you want or something!!) when the reader is being admired/stalked by another person? Like jjk men hear a snap sound and whip their head to see someone taking a picture of reader, or jjk men noticing the same person commenting + viewing reader’s social medias all the time, etc etc! It doesn’t rlly matter how you want it to play out; do what you like :3

STALKER IN SIGHT?!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji.

n. thanku for the request and the creative liberty on this one nonnie <3 have fun seeing them all protective with their own ways for you !

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi and you sat together in a quaint little café, savoring the warmth of your drinks and the comfort of each other's company, a faint click disrupted the moment. lost in conversation, you barely registered the sound, but megumi's keen senses picked it up immediately.

"what’s wrong?" you asked, puzzled by the slight shift in his demeanor. “i think someone just took a photo of us," he replied, tone tinged with concern.

you glanced around, but saw no one with a camera. "really? i didn't notice anyone."

he nodded, his gaze focused on a young man a few tables away, phone in hand, a smug grin on his face. without hesitation, megumi rose from his seat, his movements purposeful yet controlled.

with a protective instinct, he strode over to the guy, calmly but firmly retrieving their phone. "i'm sorry, but i'll have to delete that photo," he said, his voice carrying a subtle warning. as for the person, they were taken aback by his assertiveness, complied without hesitation.

“thank you," your boyfriend said, his tone polite yet tinged with a subtle warning. "we do appreciate your cooperation."

with that, he returned to your table, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "sorry about that," he said, taking a sip of his black coffee. "i just wanted to make sure our moment wasn't interrupted."

GOJO SATORU

"babe, do you feel like we're being followed?" unsure, you sounded apprehensive.

he chuckled lightly, his gaze scanning the surroundings with practiced ease. "don't worry, darling. i've got my eyes on everything. if there's anyone following us, they'll regret it."

relieved by his assurance, you relaxed, allowing yourself to get lost in the beauty of the moment. but as the evening wore on, the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing minute. and then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement, a shadow flitting among the trees.

your boyfriend noticed first. his face clouded, and a flash of rage lit in his body. "stay close to me," he said, voice low and menacing.

"alright, enough is enough," he declared, cutting through the silence like a blade. "whoever you are, show yourself.”

“you don’t wanna get on my bad side, really.”

from the shadows emerged a figure, their features obscured by the fading light. "i-i... i just wanted to... to…"

your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and his tolerance wore thin. with a quick burst of speed, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his palm clutching the stalker's collar like a vice. "you just wanted to do what?" stalk us? follow us around like a creep?” gojo’s aura exuded an undeniable terror that sent shocks down the stalker's body.

the stalker trembled beneath his grasp, their breath coming in shallow gasps. "i... i'm sorry, i didn't mean any harm. i just... i just wanted to be close to her."

gojo's grip tightened, eyes flashing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness. “if i ever catch you following us again," he threatened, "you'll wish you'd never laid eyes on us. understood?"

ITADORI YUUJI

together, you and itadori were enjoying a serene moment in the park, laughing and chatting as a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. the silence was abruptly broken, though, by the sound of surrounding camera shutters clicking.

itadori's smile faltered as he noticed a group of guys discreetly taking photos of you both. his expression turned from confusion to annoyance, his brows furrowing in irritation.

"not cool, dude," he called out, his sound firm but not overly aggressive.

the guys turned to look at him, their faces displaying a mixture of surprise and defiance. one of them chuckled nervously, attempting to brush off itadori's remark. "hey man, just capturing the moment, you know?"

your boyfriend, however, would not have it. his movements gave off a subdued threat as he walked towards the group. "i understand, but you’re making me and my girlfriend uncomfortable. so stop it.”

taking advantage of the crowd, one of the guys moved forward with aggression, their fists balled up with rage. "who do you think you are, telling us what to do?" itadori's muscles tensed, his gaze hardening in anticipation. however, he refrained, showing strength in his control, before things might get out of hand.

the guy, taken aback by itadori's composure, hesitated for a moment before backing down, his bravado replaced by a palpable sense of fear. "o-okay, man, we'll stop," he muttered, trembling slightly.

with a final warning glance, itadori returned to your side, a huge grin painting his lips. "as i was saying," he continued, as if the whole tragedy didn’t happen a few seconds ago. “we have to watch jennifer lawrence’s new movie together, babe, okay?”

YUUTA OKKOTSU

you were laughing and chatting as you looked through the shelves of a pleasant shop with yuuta, exploring the various products on exhibit. your boyfriend trailed along behind you, half-heartedly staring at a customer's phone nearby as you moved to make a purchase.

his expression shifted subtly as he noticed the username, the same one that had been relentlessly stalking you for months, liking and commenting on your social media posts. his jaw clenched with a mixture of concern and irritation, but he maintained his composure.

leaning casually against the counter, yuuta shot a seemingly innocuous question towards the customer, his tone deceptively casual. "the girl's pretty, huh?"

the customer, caught off guard by the sudden inquiry, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering, "y-yeah, she is."

with a small, knowing smile, yuuta straightened up, his gaze piercing as he delivered his response. "well, sucks for you, that's my girlfriend."

the customer's eyes widened in realization, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "i-i didn't mean any harm, i swear," he stammered.

yuuta's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "i don't care what your intentions were. you've been making her uncomfortable for months, and that ends now. stop stalking her, or you'll have me to deal with."

the customer nodded hastily, his hands trembling as he pocketed his phone and made a hasty exit, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in his wake.

turning back to you with a soft smile, yuuta wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "what happened?" you asked with a chuckle, he was suddenly clinging onto you.

"nah, just grateful i have the prettiest girlfriend alive."

@uzurakis — rqs are open <3

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22 for the drabble ask with Starscream!

22: you, from their perspective.

I sort of bent the prompt a little and wrote the moment his perspective of her changed. For context our human is a pilot, and Starscream has agreed to reluctantly cooperate with the Autobots (season 2 ish) even though he refuses to join them. This didn’t turn out 100% the way I wanted it to, all the more motivation to get better at writing so I can re-do it in the future.

Thank you for asking!

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“You know, it’s nice to finally have another flyer on the team.”

“Right.” Starscream stretched his limbs, his wings twitching from how good it felt to just spread out. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since his last flight. He met the human standing next to the cliff edge, feeling the warm desert air flow around them from all directions.

“And who might your first flyer be?” He asked with a smirk, skeptical.

“Um, myself?”

A deep, rumbling laugh sounded beside the pilot.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You, you’re not a flyer.” He replied, an air of superiority about him. This human, a flyer? What a ridiculous concept. Humans weren’t even created to fly, let alone fly to the degree of a seeker. Whereas he was engineered to aerodynamic perfection. How could they ever be the same?

“I don’t expect you to possibly understand the true meaning of flight.” He replied dismissively.

“Listen, I get it. Here you are, flying since the day you were created, with a body quite literally tailored to the sky. And all of a sudden this small, fragile creature without even wings to call her own says you two are the same? I’d be unimpressed too.”

He looked down at her with one raised eyebrow, not expecting the genuine reply. She didn’t sound angry, she didn’t even sound offended. The human pilot sat down, remaining a safe distance away from the edge and crossing her legs.

“Let me put it this way. When you were left without your T-cog, unable to fly…How did it make you feel?”

Starscream sat down as well, his legs dangling off the cliff. Wings drooped down ever so slowly on his back. It was obvious she’d hit a sensitive spot.

“Restrained. With an indescribable sense of longing.” He replied without missing a beat, gazing off into the distance.

“And every time I looked up at the sky…”

A pause. A tiny crack in his voice.

“You felt the crushing weight of knowing you could never reach it.” She completed, her tone soft yet containing a hint of sorrow. His stabilisers shot up, and he suddenly turned his head to look at her.

“You…”

“That’s how I feel all the time. Look at me. No dancing between the clouds for me. No heat of the sun on my frame, no wind tugging at my stabilisers, and certainly no gentle droplets of rain on my wings.” The human sighed, her voice faltering.

“That’s just the way it is.”

He felt pity. He almost even felt a little guilty. Starscream raised a servo, placing his talons on her shoulder as gently as possible. He felt sorry for her. He could hear the longing in her voice. The passion and love she couldn’t help but feel, despite knowing it only made things worse for her.

“I’m sorry.”

Perhaps he had misjudged her. True, she was a small and fragile little thing, but he had to admit the fact that she was still striving for the sky, even though her own body was against this idea, made her admirable in her own way. The human was startled for a split second at the touch, before relaxing and placing her own hand over his servo, her fingers caressing his digits and her head leaning into his touch.

“It’s alright.”

“No.”

The human looked up, and Starscream leaned down to her level.

“No,” he repeated, “it’s not alright. It’s terrible! How do you even deal with it?” He had already spent a few months unable to fly, but he couldn’t imagine doing it for an entire lifetime. He would’ve gone insane.

She was touched by the outburst. It made her feel seen, made her struggle feel so much more real.

“Well… I try to fly as often as I can, get as close as I can, but it’s not what I want. It’s not the same as having my own wings to fly with, being able to feel and control every little thing. You know?”

“Of course not…” he nodded, contemplating. “It could never be the same.”

It made more sense now, why she had been so eager to assist him all this time, why she’d volunteered to be his partner. She’d seen him going through the same thing she was, but unlike her, his situation could be helped.

For that help, he was silently grateful. And then, Starscream did something unexpected.

“If you’d like…” he averted his gaze, fiddling with his talons as he spoke. “I will allow you to fly me on our way back to base.” He offered, trying to sound as nonchalant, as disinterested as possible.

“Thank you.”

He flinched at the sudden feeling of something warm and soft wrap around his digits. He collected himself, answering quickly.

“Yes, yes, don’t get used to it. I just don’t enjoy seeing you all sappy and miserable.” He waved her away with a servo, still avoiding eye contact.

As humiliating as his current predicament was, he had to admit it was nice to have another flyer on the team. Even such a squishy one.

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Stolen Vows: AO3/Wattpad

AU - a crossover one-shot of Hogwarts Legacy and A Court of Mist and Fury, in which Sebastian is basically Rhysand and F!MC is a pureblood in an arranged marriage. NSFW!!! MDNI: Sexual content | Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | Third Person POV | 18+ Characters This started as a silly drabble I had written a while ago that ended up getting away from me.

Elsie Corvin never questioned what she was told to do.

Her parents had the final say in the choice for her to drop out of Hogwarts. Magic from a young woman like her had no place in a proper home, after all, not when there were more important virtues in life, like becoming a rich Pureblood's wife and providing him with an heir or several.

Ever since she was little, she knew she would be married to the eldest son of the richest Pureblood family in London - Anthony Fairfax. They had begun informally courting since she was thirteen. Now that she was what her parents referred to as the appropriate age, preparations for their wedding had been going on for months.

The day had finally arrived.

Elsie Corvin stared at her reflection with disinterest. Her wedding gown was extravagant, with layers of tulle that could rival the pastries she had admired at Honeydukes. It was adorned with pearls along the bodice - a representation of her purity - with large sleeves that she was certain could keep her afloat should she fall into the lake she was to be wed in front of.

Her religious parents had forgone the standard church wedding in favor of the exorbitant manor wedding her fiance and his family had insisted upon.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Miss Corvin?" It was one of her family's maids. "It's almost time for me to escort you to the ceremony. Your father is waiting."

Elsie sighed and hiked up her skirts. The young maid guided her down the stairwell where her father waited with a nod of approval.

"Look at you," He beamed. "You look lovely."

She begged to differ.

Elsie could hear the string quartet playing the wedding march - though, as she trudged out to the garden path, it sounded more like a dirge to her.

Anthony awaited her at the end of the pathway, his smile charming but insincere. Her father released her arm and kissed her cheek, ceremoniously giving her away to her groom to be before taking his seat.

She stood in front of the pulpit, bouquet in hand, facing the young man that she would have to commit her life to in the next few minutes. The priest rattled on some nonsense about virtue and promises before uttering the words she would have to repeat.

"Miss Corvin, repeat after me," he said. "I, Elsie Genevieve Corvin, take Lord Anthony Charles Fairfax..."

Elsie swallowed thickly. "I, Elsie Genevieve Corvin, take....take..."

A crack resounded in the gardens. Everyone turned towards the sound and gasped to see a young man, his freckled face adorned with a mischievous expression. His brown eyes scanned the room before landing directly on Elsie.

"What a pretty little wedding," he drawled, sauntering casually to the center of the aisle.

Sebastian Sallow certainly knew how to make an entrance. Elsie had known him during her time at Hogwarts, but kept her distance when rumor had it he murdered his own uncle in cold blood. He certainly had the makings of a Dark Wizard, known for using Unforgivable Curses when it suited his fancy.

But Elsie had sworn off magic in favor of normalcy. She hadn't seen him in years.

The crowd had pushed to the sides, recognizing the danger, but her father stood.

"What in blazes are you doing here?!" He seethed. "Get the hell out of my daughter's wedding."

Sebastian crept closer to the altar. He sucked in through his teeth as he appraised Elsie before responding.

"My sincerest apologies," he said mockingly. "I thought it was over."

He waved his wand with a flourish and the crowd screeched. Sebastian chuckled at their response.

Anthony looked as pale as a ghost at the sight, cowering behind the pulpit as Sebastian stalked closer to Elsie. She sneered at him.

"What are you doing here?"

He smirked. "Don't you remember? We made an Unbreakable Vow all those years ago. And I'm calling it in."

Her eyes widened. No, no, no! Not today!

"I don't need to go with you," she snapped. "I'm getting married today. Come back another time."

Sebastian tilted his head, amused. "Oh, sweetheart. You know what will happen if you try to break an Unbreakable Vow. I would think you would be happier to see me after I gave you all these years away."

He turned and regarded the cowering crowd before turning to Elsie's father. "I'll be taking her now."

Her father stepped closer. "Don't you dare."

"Have no fear," Sebastian said, brandishing his wand once more. "I shall return her in one piece when the Vow is fulfilled."

And with another crack, Elsie was apparated away.

~

The cottage that Sebastian had brought her too was familiar. She could smell the salty breeze from the coast, and the sight of the vibrant dandelions and sunflowers that decorated the side of the house was a stark contrast to her sour mood.

Sebastian was standing several feet ahead of her, assessing her. She turned and glowered at him.

"How dare you -"

He snorted. "Well, I certainly missed that. Would it kill you to be grateful for once in your life? Or is that too much to ask, Princess?"

She huffed and crossed her arms. "I have nothing to thank you for. And do not call me that."

He stepped closer to her. "Oh, yes, you certainly looked thrilled to be marrying that pompous bastard when I arrived."

"Take me back. Now."

"All in good time, sweetheart." He gave her a cheshire grin. "But first, our bargain."

She crossed her arms. "Tell me what you've found. I help you, and that's it. My end of the bargain is fulfilled, and you take me home."

"You can't negotiate an Unbreakable Vow when it's already been made," he chuckled. "And anyway, where would the fun be in revealing all of the information to you now? We can discuss this later."

He smiled slyly. "Perhaps tomorrow. Keep you around to spend a night at my cottage."

He missed her glare at him as he turned away from her. Which was how he missed it when her shoe came hurtling at his head.

He turned around in surprise and saw that she already had her other shoe in her hand.

He crossed his arms and offered a smug grin. "Go on, then. I dare you."

She complied, flinging her other shoe.

Sebastian was faster than her, raising his wand and stopping the shoe midair with a swift "Arresto Momentum!"

He tutted at her. "Temper. Where's your wand, love? We wouldn't want an unfair duel on our hands."

She nearly throttled him there. "I don't do magic anymore."

"Hm." Sebastian regarded her before turning and heading towards the cottage. "That might complicate things."

She considered pummeling him right there but thought better of it. She didn't know wandless magic - not that she would use it even if she did. It was a fight she would be on the losing side of.

She hurried after him, her gown of tulle and lace trailing behind her.

~

Elsie tried not to wonder too hard about why he had a proper collection of women's clothing, though it hadn't surprised her.

Although she was still angry with Sebastian, she was relieved to be out of the abomination that was her wedding gown. She was also relieved that the cottage only appeared to be small on the outside - the guest bedroom he was allowing her to stay in was an excessively far distance from where he was residing.

She pulled on a pair of trousers and a blouse, noting how loose it was on her body before entering the kitchen. At least the bed was comfortable enough to get a proper night's sleep.

Sebastian was already waiting for her at the breakfast table. He tossed the Daily Prophet at her.

Pureblood Family Wedding Delayed! Dark Wizard Sebastian Sallow Steals Bride.

Elsie shook the paper at him. "Is this supposed to make me feel better?"

Sebastian took a nonchalant bite of his toast. "Figured it would give you an amusing story to read while you enjoy breakfast before I tell you all of what I've discovered."

She huffed and took a slice of bread from the tray in the middle of the table before sitting down. Sebastian eyed her curiously.

"What?"

He hummed. "You've lost weight."

Elsie rolled her eyes. "Charming. Women do so love when you comment on their bodies like that."

A flicker of concern crossed his face. "Have you been eating?"

Anger coursed through her. "How about you mind your damn business and tell me what it is you've dragged me all the way out here for."

Sebastian sighed. "Fair enough."

He pulled out a large spellbook. "I found Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium. And his spellbook."

Elsie raised an eyebrow. "After all this time?"

"It wasn't easy," he murmured. "After Ominis refused to show me, I had to go through...other means of finding it."

She grimaced, not wanting to know the details. It probably involved Unforgivables, including murder somewhere along the line.

He opened up the spellbook. "Says here that there is a relic that can reverse Dark Curses. I can finally cure Anne."

Elsie sighed. She should never have agreed to that Unbreakable Vow all those years ago. Sebastian and she had agreed that if he found a plausible cure for his twin sister Anne, no matter where she was, Elsie would come to his aid until Anne was cured.

Her innocent young mind thought nothing of it, especially once their friend Ominis Gaunt had agreed to it under the impression that it would be done without the use of Dark Magic. Poor Ominis had thought it would keep Sebastian out of trouble.

How wrong he was. If anyone knew how to twist words, it was Sebastian. They should have known better.

"And you want me to retrieve this relic with you." She took another bite of toast. "Would Anne even want to see you after everything?"

Sebastian shrugged. "I know how to get into St. Mungo's. She'll have to see me, and she'll understand once we get it to work."

It was the same phrase she had heard over and over all those years ago. The very reason she had kept her distance.

"We'll have to get you a proper wand, of course," Sebastian muttered. "It's a good thing I have spares."

Her eyes widened with surprise, and he smirked at her.

"What? I collect them off of Ashwinders when I'm done clearing out their camps. I'm sure you're bound to find something that works for you."

Elsie snorted. She supposed an old wand from an Ashwinder was better than picking off one from an innocent person.

"When do we go?"

~

She hadn't expected him to say 'right now.'

He apparated them to a catacomb outside of Feldcroft where Sebastian used to reside.

"The report said that it should be located in here," he stated.

Elsie toyed with the wand in her holster - it felt odd carrying one around again after all these years.

"In a tomb?" She said with disgust. She wasn't particularly keen on dancing with the dead.

"Don't you worry, darling. I'll protect you every step of the way." He coyly moved to wrap an arm around her waist, ignoring the seething look she was giving him. "You have nothing to fear."

She slapped his hand away from her. "Keep your hands to yourself, Salllow."

He grinned smugly. "Now where would be the fun in that? I know you missed my touch, sweetheart."

"Hardly."

He leaned closer to her, his wand finding its place under her chin and tilting it up to look at him.

"I know you like to act all proper," he murmured tantalizingly, "but you and I both remember what we used to get up to in...unsanctioned areas."

She blushed furiously, afraid to move in case he decided she was no longer of use to him. He knew he had the upper hand, her spell casting rusty after repressing her magic for the last few years.

His smirk returned as he finally removed his wand and trekked ahead, entering the catacomb.

"Try not to lose your nerve. That foul smell is the scent of success."

Elsie rolled her eyes and followed him inside.

She hadn't been prepared for hordes of spiders to start attacking them in each and every room they entered.

She pulled out her wand, intending on taking them down, yet the incantations of the spells that were once etched within her soul were lost to her.

Weak. Suddenly, she was weak, and pathetic, and oh-so human.

She was to marry a pureblood, yet she was no better than a simple muggle.

She had let them make her weak.

Sebastian, though stunned momentarily at her lack of ability to defend herself, stepped in, his fiery spells clearing out the spiders with little effort.

"A bit rusty, are we?"

She sneered at him. "Why did you even bring me along on this bloody quest anyway? You knew I couldn't handle it."

He stepped forward to inspect the room for the relic. "You're the one that made the Vow."

"You could have just let me die."

He stalked toward her, towering over her as anger flashed in his eyes. "You think I wanted any of this? You think I want you to die?"

"You haven't spoken to me in years."

Sebastian clenched his jaw. "You were the one that left. I can tell when I'm not wanted."

Elsie watched in stunned silence, rage simmering beneath the surface, as Sebastian grabbed the relic.

"We found what we were looking for anyway. Problem solved." He brushed past her.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to St. Mungo's and cure Anne. And then," he bent down towards her, his breath ghosting along her face, "I'll be out of your pretty hair forever, and you can go back and marry that prick and be a doting little housewife in your perfect little family like you've always wanted."

She glowered at him. "You know nothing about me."

"Oh, don't I?" He pocketed the relic. "I saw you in that wedding dress, and you looked exactly like the doe-eyed damsel that those pretentious aristocrats want you to be. You think you're better than me, that you're so pure and innocent because you refuse to use Dark Magic. But I've seen that rage, that inferno that lies beneath the surface that you so badly want to bury."

"I'm not like you."

He gripped her wrist in his hand. "Oh, sweetheart. You and I are exactly the same."

She made to pull back, but he only held her tighter.

"Take me back to the cottage, Sebastian. We're done here."

A flicker of irritation crossed his face, but she persisted. "Take me back. Conversation over."

He didn't say another word before apparating them back to the cottage.

~

Sebastian stomped off to his room muttering about researching how the relic works, so Elsie retreated to her own temporary bedchamber, livid. He could rot in hell looking for a solution for all she cared.

Damned Unbreakable Vow.

She had to see it through to the end - help him cure Anne, and she was freed. Until then, she was stuck here.

She couldn't sleep - she had never really slept well since her time at Hogwarts. The nightmares that had plagued her were endless. Elsie wasn't sure how many hours had passed until she heard a brutal scream. She jolted upright.

It was coming from Sebastian's room.

She brandished her wand, knowing that if he was in danger, even with her lack of training she would do anything to save him.

She burst into his room and saw him thrashing about in his bed, his cries of despair and pain flooding the room. His bare chest glistened with sweat.

"Sebastian!" She climbed onto the bed and knelt next to him, debating whether or not to shake him out of it. She gripped him by the shoulders and held him tightly, continuing to shout his name.

He was too enveloped in the darkness, too shrouded by his grief and fear to hear her, to feel her near him. His body was cold and clammy to the touch.

"Sebastian!" She cried out again. No response. She did the only logical thing she could think of and slapped him right across the face.

Sebastian snapped his eyes open at the impact and flipped her over onto the bed, reactively pinning her down. His wand was immediately in his hand, pointed at her throat.

"Sebastian," she breathed. "It's just me."

His gaze softened slightly as he started to realize, though he made no effort to move.

"It was a dream," she said placatingly. "You were...you were having a nightmare."

He slowly lowered his wand as reality began to dawn on him. Darkness still clouded behind his eyes as he muttered, "Elsie."

Sebastian adjusted himself to give her space. She stared up at where he was kneeling on the bed, his hand reaching up to brush his messy, brown locks out of his face. They stuck to his forehead which was drenched in sweat.

She reached a tentative hand out to touch his arm, her fingers barely brushing against his wrist.

"I...get them, too. It's alright."

He clenched his jaw, not meeting her gaze. "It's easier being here alone. Don't have to bother other people over it."

Her chest ached with sympathy - she had felt similarly over the last few years. Better to be alone than to burden others with pain.

"What did you dream about?" She managed to ask. He turned away from her. Clearly he wasn't going to share.

Instead of pushing, she rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. "If...when, you ever want to talk about it, you can let me know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been good at keeping your secrets. I promise it'll stay between us."

She made to climb off of his bed, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Stay," he said, his voice hoarse. "Please."

She nodded and climbed into bed with him. His body pressed warm near hers, his face nuzzled in her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

It was warm and comforting - familiar.

"I missed you," he murmured against her neck. He must have been feeling vulnerable to have admitted that, the weight of his dream still pressing heavily on his mind. She didn't respond.

She shivered as he began to plant kisses along her neck, his tongue trailing along the path he created.

"Sebastian - "

"Please," he pleaded again. "I just...need a distraction."

Just a distraction. It didn't have to mean anything. Just a form of comfort after a nightmare.

Sebastian's hand slid underneath her chemise, hiking it up over her waist. His fingers stroked along her thigh, up to her stomach, until they met the underside of her breast.

She arched into his touch, feeling him harden against her backside. She pressed further into him, coaxing a low moan from his lips.

"Elsie," he murmured. "Fuck."

He was impatient, desperate for that distraction he demanded of her. He grabbed her fiercely and turned her so that she was on her back, his body hovering over hers.

He tugged her chemise over her head and drank in the sight of her before pressing a heated kiss to her lips. She returned it with fervor and whimpered as he nipped lightly on her lower lip.

He reached up to brush his hand against her peaked nipple, his hips settling between her legs. Elsie bucked against him, seeking the friction she so desperately desired.

He responded by gripping her hips and pinning them down to the bed.

"Stop it," he growled. "This is my distraction."

His hand dipped lower, his fingers barely ghosting the apex of her thighs.

"Please," she whimpered. He chuckled lowly as he nipped at her neck.

"There's my princess's missing manners."

Elsie let out a gasp as he finally stroked along her core. He let out a satisfied groan at the wetness he found pooling there.

"Is this all for me?" he murmured. "Pretty little thing."

It was too much. It had been years since she had felt a touch like this, and Sebastian was the only one who knew exactly which buttons to press to elicit such a response from her. She felt her body heat as he stroked her clit, teasing her, but never fully giving in.

"Sebastian," she gritted out, arching her hips into his hand.

She could feel him smirk as he continued to tease her. "Impatient, are we?"

Elsie ground her hips into his hand again and gasped when he suddenly slid a finger inside her and laughed when she cried out.

She wrapped her arms around him and tugged him closer to her, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. His fingers continued their assault on her, plunging in and out as they lured her to her release.

Just as she felt she was about to break, he removed his fingers and moved them to her waist, once again pressing his body against hers. She let out a cry at the sudden emptiness.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he said roughly. "I want to feel you come around me."

She tilted her head and watched as he yanked off his pants, tossing them haphazardly to the side before positioning himself at her entrance.

She wanted him, needed to feel him inside of her. She hadn't realized how desperately she had been missing him - his touch, his taste, his scent - all these years apart.

And she was going to marry some distinguished pureblood gentleman. The thought now seemed utterly ridiculous.

Sebastian's mouth found hers again as he slid his cock along her wet heat. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Stop teasing," she snarled, eliciting a low chuckle from him.

He pushed into her, and they both cried out at the familiar and simultaneously foreign sensation. He began to slowly pump inside of her.

"I missed this," he gasped as he moved against her. "You have no idea��how much I've missed this."

She fisted the sheets beneath her in her hands, watching his expressions through half-lidded eyes. He gazed down at her, his face full of nothing but desperate and wanton need.

Again, again, again, he pounded relentlessly into her, pushing her further and further to the precipice of her release.

"Fuck," he growled, "you feel so damn good."

Faster - his movements quickened, frenzied, as he chased his own climax, groaning as he felt her begin to tighten around him. He leaned closer to her face, murmuring against her lips.

"That's it, sweetheart," he gasped out. "Just like that."

His command was her undoing, and she cried out against his lips as he thrust into her.

Sebastian's movements became jagged, holding himself back as he drew out her pleasure before following, a guttural moan echoing around the room as he came hard inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, and they lay there panting against each other for several minutes, struggling to catch their breaths. The dim moonlight seeped in behind the curtains, illuminating the room around them.

Sebastian rolled off of her to the side and pulled her in, pressing a chaste kiss on her shoulder and letting his eyes flutter closed. Elsie accepted it, knowing she would be sleeping here, in his room, for the night.

A short respite before she had to return home. Before they went to St. Mungo's to cure Anne of her curse.

He surprised her by speaking up after a long, drawn out silence.

"Don't marry that prick."

Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to him. Sebastian's gaze was fierce, but there was nothing ingenuine about it.

"You don't mean that," she said anyway. "You're not thinking straight. You've just had a nightmare and - "

"Elsie." Her name on his tongue sent another wave of shivers down her spine. She had forgotten how clingy he could be after sex. "I mean it. I would have told you if you had asked me all those years ago. I should have told you sooner, before you left Hogwarts. I was a coward, and I regret it every day. Don't marry that prick."

She was quiet, studying his face in the dimness of the room. If she was honest, she had known she was in love with him since the first day of their fifth year - a day that would go down in infamous history between them.

But she wouldn't admit it aloud. Not tonight, at least. That was a confession for another day.

Right now, it would be so easy to say yes. To leave her old life behind and run away with Sebastian like they had always talked about as children.

So she did.

"Alright," she murmured. "I won't marry him."

"Run away with me."

"I will."

In the solitude of the cottage, she could make that promise. Tomorrow would be different, when they would travel to St. Mungo's, and the Unbreakable Vow would be fulfilled. She would worry about that later.

For tonight, she was his, and he was hers.

[angelxd-3303]

Soo..i saw your TFP oc, Mason so i decided to ask questions about him

How did he found out about autobots?

What's his favourite thing?

Who's his favourite autobots?

Does the autobots like him?

How does mason view the autobots

Does mason have a favourite person?

I'm so hyper about your oc so much :D

You're asking me about my OCS???? Oh my Primus, I've been waiting for this!

Mason is a character I've had floating in my mind void for awhile; he's originally from northern Wisconsin, but moved to Jasper to distance himself from their ex. (No, Miko, he's not going to talk about it.)

He has vitiligo, but it doesn't really bother them. He used to be really self conscious as a kid, even stealing his mom's makeup to try and cover it up. As they got older though, Mason came to accept and love his skin, because it's ultimately a part of him, and what makes them unique. (Ratchet found it fascinating, and that ended with them having an in depth conversation about dermatology)

Mason uses He/They, although he doesn't have a preference. His parents got him into geology and bushcraft, which is how he met the bots. (See above; I may write a drabble, idk)

As for favorite bots, Mason will never tell you openly. Honestly though, Ratchet and Optimus hold a special place in their heart. He has a strong bond with his parents, but those two have kind of become stand-in Dads for Mason.

His favorite thing? Probably his jean jacket. It was a gift from their grandpa, given after they came out. It was a reminder that he was loved and accepted by their family, no matter what the world said.

As for the Autobots, they like him plenty. Mason introduced a lot of new concepts to them, like gender identity and orientation, so there's no shortage of interesting conversations. As a diagnosed autistic, there are many times where they have to explain to the bots how it affects him as opposed to a neurotypical. (And if Optimus learned a few things about himself over the course of these conversations, well...)

Mason and Jack get along the best; they bond over their shared love for bushcraft and survivalism. He's almost positive that Miko is giving him gray hairs; but he admires her bravery. Even if it is a bit misplaced. As for Raf, yeah Mason's basically adopted him. Raf is his child now. ("How have none of your parents noticed you guys gone all the time?!")

They've honestly become the Dad of the group as the oldest guy besides Agent Fowler, and this extends to the bots. Mason can often be found scolding someone for doing something stupid or talking down some argument in the base. Their piercing glare is the reason Agent Fowler doesn't dare shout at Optimus anymore. Bro barely got one "PRIME!" out before Mason was nearly at his throat. Optimus may be a big bot, but Mason looked at him for half a second and immediately identified him as baby™. He and Fowler are ok now, mostly. Mostly.

That's basically all I've put together; thanks again for asking about my characters! I was kinda on the fence about sharing my ocs, mainly since I haven't made a lot of them since I was younger. I may explore that more often now.

Hope this was satisfactory, lol. I'm not the best at explaining certain things. I'm just a nerd who likes big robot Bois.

[ravendruid]

Because I will never be over it, how about... "Will you cut my hair?"

Send me a sentence and I'll write a Vaxleth drabble. This drabble is set during the one-year break.

Will you cut my hair?

Vax admired his reflection in the mirror with a smile. His torso was fuller, his muscles more well-defined, and his skin was a shade darker from all the sun he had been getting lately. Overall he considered himself a good-looking man, a conviction often confirmed by the looks some of the women – and men – in town threw in his direction. They knew he was off-limits. They knew he belonged in the arms of their leader, but that didn’t stop them from looking. For someone so insecure about herself, Keyleth had no doubts about his feelings for her, so she just smiled at those who looked at him with desire and teased him endlessly about it.

Vax turned around, looking at himself from different angles. The handprint between his shoulder blades was barely visible underneath his hair, which reached almost the middle of his back. He needed a haircut badly. The cog wheels in his brain started spinning as he flicked a hand to the back of his head in an attempt to mock the gesture of cutting his own hair. He quickly figured it would be impossible to have a straight cut if he did it himself.

Keyleth hummed absent-mindedly somewhere in the kitchen. Vax smiled as he observed her, fluttering from plant to plant, casting a stream of water with one hand and some druidic magic he didn’t recognize with the other. He waited until she finished their last plant – a monstera almost as tall as Pike and Scanlan – to announce his presence. He was glad he waited because as soon as she saw him, Keyleth dropped her spell, and water splashed the wooden floor underneath her feet.

“Vax!” Her face reddened. No matter how often Keyleth saw him naked, she always blushed like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.

“Hey, Kiki. I need your help with something.”

“W–w–what?” Keyleth’s gaze dropped from his face, and Vax chuckled.

“Not that, sweetheart. Up here.”

Vax crossed the distance between them and handed her Whisper. He dropped a black towel to the ground and placed a chair on top of it, sitting down. 

“Will you cut my hair?”

“Are you sure?” Keyleth approached him nervously.

“Just a bit. To about here?” Vax bent his arm back to point slightly below his shoulder blades.

“That’s a lot, Vax.” Keyleth placed a shaky hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. It’ll grow back,” Vax turned his head to smile at her. He grabbed the hand on his shoulder and kissed Keyleth’s knuckles. “I trust you.”

“Okay. Do you have to be naked for this, though?” Keyleth mumbled as she combed her fingers through his hair, making sure there were no knots.

“I don’t want any hair on my clothes, and it’s easier for me to jump in the tub after.”

Keyleth snorted in amusement and fell into a focused silence as she used the blade of the Vestige to slowly cut Vax’s hair. It took her a few minutes and a bit of fumbling, but eventually, she tapped him on the shoulder, handing him the dagger with a smile.

“Doesn’t look that bad,” she announced, circling him and standing in front of him to admire her work. 

In one swift movement, Vax dropped the blade on the floor and pulled Keyleth to straddle his lap. “I’m sure it’s perfect,” He whispered low against her ear, feeling the goosebumps on her skin. “Thank you, love.”

[thatringboy]

God am I obsessed with the Wrong Origin drabble you made

Everyone else knows things they should not. Meanwhile, Lae’zel and Astarion are just good people now against their will

And yeah it’s silly but it’s also showing just how much Tav impacts the story. When they’re not there, there is a whole that needs to be filled. It can be the other Origins or someone like Halsin to an extent, but who deciphered Astarion’s scars? Who taught Gale that his pursuit of Mystra was so toxic? Who sought out Wyll on the shore to keep him company? Who listened to Shadowheart’s discoveries of the world around her? Who was the Good Cop to Lae’zel’s Bad Cop? Tav is the main character, they can’t just be gone

And now we’ve taken it a step further. They’re not just gone, they used to exist and now they don’t. There is a footprint, a hole, a noticeable absence that nobody can pinpoint! Who is it?! Who introduced Karlach to Dammon?! Who stopped Wyll from violating his morals?!

And the question remains: how do we get that person back?

Nooooo it was just a silly little drabble don’t read too deep into it—

But honestly? It was so easy to blame Wyll.

His good-doer attitude must have been rubbing off via tadpole magic, that must be why Astarion went out of his way to edit and compliment the little Tiefling boy’s hand-written story about him. Young Mirkon was a stupid child, for sure, but he had talent with eyeing valuables and spinning a narrative. All of those children did, Astarion’s undead heart swelled thinking of all the mischief they would get into in the city. He was glad he invested in their future prospects.

Wait— What the Hells was he thinking?! He was the great vampire spawn Astarion! He shouldn’t be getting emotional over some random kids, he should be focusing on getting this tadpole out of his head! He needed to distance himself from Wyll, that goody two-shoes Warlock was making him act a fool in the worst way possible.

The wine was dry and sour, but everyone was too busy celebrating their victory against the goblins to pay attention. Or maybe the bottle Astarion has was just a bad batch. It’d happened before. He had noticed Wyll had snuck off before the festivities began, most likely not wanting the refugees to see his new devilish look. Astarion felt a little bit of pity for him, but also found himself admiring how he bravely stood up to Mizora to protect Karlach. If Astarion focused, he could almost imagine someone doing the same for him…

Another preposterous thought. The tadpoles were really messing with him now. He needed to focus on enjoying the party and maybe finding someone to curl up with for the night. Halsin was certainly his type and a glimmer in the elf’s eye told Astarion that he was as experienced as he looked. Yet, Halsin also looked like the type to linger too long after a nightly escapade. Astarion didn’t do clingy. Lae’zel was eager, but too eager. Best to leave her in pursuit of Wyll like she had mentioned earlier. Shadowheart? No, definitely not. Gale was promising, but with the magic bomb in his chest? Probably not the safest option. And Karlach wasn’t even an option with that Infernal Engine in her chest. So who did that leave? Astarion felt himself hoping someone would come find him at his tent and proposition him, but who?

In the end, Astarion spent the night by himself, contemplating his place in the universe and wondering why fate had set him on this path.

He laid himself down in his tent and stared at the stars through a small opening in the fabric. He could only see a few through the pinhole, but they looked beautiful. Beautiful, what a profound word that was. Just outside his tent, there were drunk tieflings and snoozing bards and tadpole-ridden idiots that Astarion would have never agreed to team up with in the first place if he had the choice, but here he was. Staring at the same sky as the rest of them.

He didn’t need to sleep, and it was still odd to rest the entire night, but he did close his eyes and allow himself to meditate. He felt the tingle of the sun peak through his tent and opened his eyes, feeling somehow more refreshed than he’d ever felt in damn near two hundred years.

Astarion stretched not unlike a cat when he crawled out of his tent and made his way down to the waterside to wash himself. As he peeled off his night shirt, he felt the fabric of his small clothes rub against the raised skin of his scars. That damned contract that had been carved into his back. Just one day, he would like to go swimming without worrying about the others seeing the Infernal words and asking pestering questions about his past.

The vampire spun around in shock, immortal eyes darting around to see where Wyll must be hiding in the bushes. Or maybe Karlach? She would know of such things, right? But the tadpole wasn’t churning in his mind, so how was this possible? Astarion reached a hand behind himself and ran his fingertips over the scars he could touch and as he did, words appeared in his mind.

Mephistopheles. Profound Ascension. Sacrifice. Freedom. Diabolical lethality. Raphael. Cazador. And one more name that sat on the tip of his tongue but refused to make itself known.

And then it all came rushing back. Like a tidal wave, images of Baldur’s Gate, Moonrise Towers, an Elder Brain, gods of death and goddesses of night all vying for the souls of a select few, Orin the Bhaalspawn, Gortash the Usurper, Netherese magic and mortal beings trying to become more than their birthright. His skull screamed from the visions and memories and the voice of the Dream Visitor, the one he now recognized as the false face of the Emperor, was the only saving grace he could find in the chaos.

“And now you too are awake. Find them. Find the others and free them as you have been freed.”

Why did this bullshit always happen to him?

[alj4890]

It's Time to Say Goodbye

(Maxwell Beaumont x OC) in a Choices The Royal Romance/Perfect Match crossover drabble * taken from my TRR/PM/RCD series, And Then I Met You*

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: a kiss goodbye

May 2023 Choices Monthly Challenge: last goodbye | weddings | crying

Rating G for angsty fluff

A/N I know. I could have done a romantic story or two about a happy couple kissing each other goodbye on the way to work or something. But I feel angsty today 😂 Anyone who has read this series knows my OC had to watch Maxwell, the man she believed was the love of her life, marry someone else in the first chapter. Though the series continues happily for her with a new love, I thought I should go back to that first chapter and show how that wedding ended. It's a cold, rainy day here in my neck of the woods thanks to a tropical storm blowing through. The mood is set. I'm in my favorite worn out yoga pants and completely comfortable in my heated recliner. Time to get angsty 🤣

@hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @kingliam2019 @krsnlove @choicesficwriterscreations @choiceschallenge-may2023 @jerzwriter @harleybeaumont

Masterlist

St Orella's Ballroom...

Amanda sat alone once more at the bridal party's table. She watched as all her friends and invited guests danced and celebrated Maxwell and Nadia united in matrimony. Laughter and conversations were a distant hum in the background of the music.

She'd always loved this part of a party. At balls and such, she would escape in the midst of it to watch from a distance. It was as if she was an outsider, looking in at a world she'd always been a part of yet at the same time wasn't. It gave her time to reflect back on the people she'd met and her own interactions with them.

Right now, she wasn't thinking about the numerous wedding guests. She was trying to figure herself out.

Amanda didn't really know what she wanted anymore. She knew what was expected of her as a duchess of Cordonia, but it wasn't enough. She supposed that was why she gave in to her late uncle's urges and wrote her first novel. To her surprise, it became a best seller.

Though that new part of her life was exciting, she wanted more. Perhaps not fame, but something different from the life she was leading. More of what exactly she wasn't necessarily sure, and yet the desire was there making her feel restless for some needed changes. She loved her life, her friends, but surely this wasn't all she was destined for...was it?

Her attention settled once more on Maxwell. Olivia was probably right. She should have told him that she was in love with him instead of waiting to see if he might feel the same and actually do something about it. At least then she wouldn't be left feeling so depressed over what might have been.

I could have been depressed over him still choosing to be with Nadia Park.

Outside, she appeared to be the thrilled, delighted to be hosting his wedding, best friend. Inside, she was left with thoughts of what life might have looked like if she had told him.

Given how quickly Maxwell fell in love and proposed to New York's famed artist, Amanda assumed he would have done the same with her if he had felt anything for her. He was impulsive yet always knew what was right for himself. Marriage to the love of his life wasn't even something to hesitate a single thought over.

She admired him for that. While she was left second guessing over everything she did in life, he never once looked back or worried over his decisions.

She sighed then finished off her champagne. One of her servants set a fresh glass down. Amanda wondered if she should drink her sadness away.

"Hey!" Maxwell bounded over to her, leaping over a few chairs in the process. "What are you doing sitting over here by yourself?"

Unable to stop herself from smiling whenever he was near, Amanda shrugged. "Just my usual."

"Uh uh. Nope. Not on my watch." He took both her hands and pulled her out of her chair. "It's my wedding reception!"

"No!" Amanda playfully gasped. "You got married?!"

"I know right?" His grin popped up again. "Come on. We need to dance."

"Wait!" Amanda struggled as he pulled her onto the dancefloor. "Max! I don't have my shoes on."

"So what? When has that ever stopped us before." He bent over and slipped his shoes off. "Now neither of us have shoes on."

She burst out laughing as he did a few slides across the dance floor. He smiled at her and held his hand out.

"Come on. You know I can't let this night end without a dance with you."

Amanda's heart ached. He was always saying something endearing like that. She knew he meant it which hurt even more. He just didn't mean it the way she'd always hoped he would.

She took his hand, twirling in his arms, and settled for this being her only chance to be near him one last time.

Though she knew they would dance together in the future, nothing would come close to this being the ultimate nail in the coffin where she kept her feelings buried.

In this moment, she allowed herself one last daydream of it being their wedding reception. Instead of the pink gown Nadia had made for her as Maxwell's best woman, she could pretend that it was a white dress. She could imagine that he would pull her close to his body, whisper how happy she'd made him, and then how much he was looking forward to their life together. There would have been the playful flirting and innuendos of what would happen once they left.

Everything that she'd once hoped would happen would have to be imagined right now, within the length of this one song.

And then it had to be forgotten forever.

She couldn't live the rest of her life secretly longing for a happily married man. And like she told Olivia, surely somewhere in this world there was a man who was her own perfect match. Though Maxwell seemed to be him, he sadly never saw her as anything other than a friend.

Please let there be someone who will see me as a desirable woman, she pleaded to the heavens. Just one man. That's all I ask. That he sees me, truly sees me, and falls madly in love with me.

Someone who can make me realize that love is more than what I feel for Maxwell.

"You are way too serious right now." Maxwell muttered near her ear.

"Sorry!" She automatically replied.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She forced a smile. "I suppose I feel a little melancholy."

"Why?" He gently shook her. "It's the happiest day of my life!"

She somehow kept her smile firmly in place. "I know. I suppose I am wishing my own happily ever after would come along."

"It will!" He squeezed her hand. "You are way too special to be single forever."

"You think so?"

"I know it." He winked at her. "Trust me. Some guy is going to come along, see you, and sweep you off your feet just like you deserve."

"I hope so." Her smile softened. "And I am thrilled you found someone truly worthy of you to love."

"Nadia's the best, isn't she?" His blue eyes found his bride.

When he caught her eye, he blew her a kiss.

Amanda nodded. "Yes, Nadia really is the best."

She meant it. If she had to lose the love of her life, at least it was to a woman who truly adored Maxwell as he deserved.

Still though...

It was killing her.

"Your grace?" Her butler, Hudson, tapped her shoulder. "Forgive me for interrupting, but the car is here."

"Thank you." Amanda looked up at Maxwell. "That's your cue, Groom."

"Honeymoon time?" He asked, his face lighting up once again.

She nodded, smiling once more. "You better grab your bride and get out of here."

He squeezed her in a tight hug then set off across the dance floor to do just that with Nadia.

"Wait!" Amanda snatched up his shoes and chased after him. "You forgot something!"

Maxwell chuckled as he took them from her. "I guess I do need those, huh?"

"They might come in handy." She teased.

"Or footy." He grinned when she groaned with an eye roll.

"I'll have everyone outside ready to send you off." Amanda promised. "Go get changed."

"Right!" He hurried off once more, stole Nadia away from her friend, Damien, and dashed upstairs.

Once the wedding guests were lined up along the main entrance to St Orella, Hudson opened the door for newly wedded couple.

The pair had nothing but smiles shining as they stopped here and there to hug and kiss loved ones. Good natured jokes and well wishes were shouted out making Maxwell and Nadia laugh as they hurried on towards the waiting town car.

Amanda stood close to it. She clutched the jacket her butler had given her earlier closer around her bare shoulders. It wasn't really cold outside, yet she felt chilled from what was about to happen. Tears were already threatening to spill out as she watched them. When they got to her, Nadia embraced her in a tight hug.

"Thank you so much for hosting our wedding! You made my dream a reality."

Amanda could only nod, hugging her back.

Nadia slipped into the car leaving Maxwell as the last to speak to her.

His excited smile softened as he looked at the woman he'd been friends with his entire life fight back her tears.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her.

Amanda closed her eyes, breathing in his splash of cologne, and never wanted to be let go.

"How will I ever be able to thank you for this?" He whispered. "You went above and beyond to make this day special for me."

She laughed while shaking her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"You don't have to worry about that." She managed to say.

Amanda knew she needed to say a joke of some sort if they were to ever part.

"You helped keep me upright every time I was clumsy. Hosting your wedding seemed like the right form of pay back."

He laughed, kissing her cheek.

"I can live with that." He told her smiling.

"Me too." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Bye, I'll see you soon." He told her on his way into the car.

"Goodbye." She mumbled.

Amanda stood there alone. She watched the car until it disappeared in the darkness. Her head dropped as more tears fell.

After all these years of loving Maxwell Beaumont, it was finally time for the next chapter of her life to begin.

[kryptonitejelly]

I was going to make this a drabble (I still might Idk) but Flyboy thoughts that I could not get out of my head (someone entertain me pleaseee) - future Flyboy

Imagine the day your oldest daughter, who is now 17, has her first proper heartbreak.

Your kids have never kept their crushes / relationships secret from you and Jake; because I mean - how could they? Just look at the way you two behave - and how he acts around you even after so many years. Relationships / love / etc - it has all been such a norm in your household as far as your kids could remember.

Your oldest comes home sobbing, before Jake gets home (I imagine this time he would be a Captain / one star Admiral, counting the years and on a quick google search, maybe flying less - but still flying every chance he gets, because he is Jake), and you don’t see her but you follow the sobs up to her room.

You knock and enter when you hear a sniffly “come in”.

“He broke up with me,” she wails, and collapses in your arms as you settle on her bed beside her, cooing softly into her hair and rubbing her back.

It hurts for you to see her like this - but as you well know, heartbreak is a part of growing up.

“What happened?”

“He said he didn’t like me that way anymore. And that he felt different now,” she sobs, and you sigh internally while stroking her hair; you couldn’t be entirely surprised that a 17 year old boy was fickle.

You know Jake is going to be p i s s e d when he gets home, because that is his baby girl.

You hear the doorbell ring and you are slightly puzzled.

“Caleb,” you daughter mumbles between sniffles.

“Should I let him in?” You ask, Caleb was her best friend - both of them had been inseparable since young.

“I’ll go,” she says, and you nod, squeezing her one last time before she crawls out of your arms. She goes down the stairs and you follow a few steps behind, giving you enough distance but a good view of her pulling open the door to a worried face and eyes which said everything you needed to know.

“I’ll kill him,” is what Caleb greets her with and she throws herself into his arms which are already open, her sobbing starting up again. Caleb almost doesn’t notice you, but he does - because he is a good boy, and smiles and manages to say “hi Mrs Seresin” as you descend the rest of the stairs and flit past them, giving them their privacy.

They end up settling into the living room, you can hear their murmurs from your home office which is tucked in a corner at the back of the house. You text Jake, a short summary of the situation.

When Jake gets home he enters from the back of the house to avoid them, making a beeline for your office instead,

“Hi,” he greets you first in the same way he always has after coming home from work, despite the number of years and children now between you both - it doesn’t change - a soft, lingering kiss on the lips, his hand stroking the side of your jaw.

And then he goes into asking as he settles himself on the edge of your desk.

“Fucking assclown, never liked that guy,” he growls, and you cover his balled up fist with your hand. “I’ll kill him.”

It makes you chuckle, “that is exactly what Caleb said,”

“Now that kid, I like,” Jake shrugs. “Why can’t she just date him instead?”

You both decide to go check on them. Jake is about to enter the threshold of the living room, but you pull him to a stop, as you both see your daughter and Caleb sitting on the sofa, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder, drooping lightly - a sure sign that she has fallen asleep from all the crying and exhaustion. You both see Caleb turn his head to look down at her - and that look in his eyes. He wants to kiss her, and you see him think about it for a good ten seconds, before he opts for smoothing a hand across her hair.

You tug Jake away and back into your office where you both exchange a look. The sight, look, emotions - all too familiar - because that was literalllllllly you and Jake.

“Well, she might still end up dating him,” you can’t help but laugh softly.

“Maybe years later?” Jake supplies, as he reaches out to tug you towards him.

“Maybe,” you let him tug you towards him and loop your hands around his neck, fingers fiddling with the back collar of his khakis, “hopefully they won’t spend years missing each other.”

“Hopefully sooner,” Jake would relax into your touch, hands squeezing your sides. “I can confirm waiting for years for the best friend you have been so head over heels in love with is tough.”

“Right back at you Seresin.”

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[pastelsandpining]

Hey babe, can you do something for me where Zelda flirts her way out of a situation with Link? He is supposed to guard her or something, no-nonsense face and all, but she really needs to get out.

i rise from the grave to continue my long abandoned requests,,,,,

a date for your thoughts

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Honestly, Link should have known better. 

He was no stranger to being flirted with. As uncomfortable as the attention could make him, the title of Hero came with no shortage of admiration–borderline worship. Most of it was innocent and in passing: simple comments here and there about what a “fine young man” he was, or about how he looked “so good” in his Champion’s tunic. Harmless. Easy to ignore. Occasionally, though, the unwanted attention would grow into something…bigger: endless attempts to speak to him, or trying to present him with gifts, or making…more comments than necessary about how he would be a “wonderful companion” (something often accompanied by a wink that made him think they weren’t referring to his loyalty). 

That didn’t mean he was used to it; it certainly didn’t mean that he agreed when other knights patted him on the back with some variation of “lucky kid, getting all the praise that comes with Hero,” either. Link wished he could tell them that he didn’t want it, that the title made him a little sick–but that wasn’t entirely true, because he would never wish the weight of the world to sag anyone else’s shoulders. No one should have to bear the burden that he did, even if it was a stupid thought because several others already did. 

It was most obvious in one; the apocalypse weighed heavily on the shoulders of his charge: the crown princess of Hyrule. 

He knew her well. Princess Zelda did not interact with him much unless she couldn’t get around it, but he had spent months watching her (because it was in his job description), and it baffled him how no one else seemed to see how hard she tried. It wasn’t her fault that the Goddess was silent. He felt a little bad for her–but he knew her well enough to know she didn’t want anyone’s pity. 

She was, quite pointedly, one of the few people that hadn’t bothered flirting with him. It wasn’t that he was keeping track, aside from remembering who he needed to avoid at all costs, but he knew it was due to how much she disliked him. Yet, that wasn’t entirely true either, was it? Because when he caught her looking, it was never at him. It was at the hilt of the sacred sword peeking out over his shoulder–and her expression made it hard to believe that he was the thing she hated. 

She’d never given him much attention before, and he didn’t mind that. It was nice, to not be stared at and admired for once. He even sort of liked how dismissive she was, because there wasn’t any chance of there being fabricated niceties that wouldn’t be there if he didn’t have the title of Hero. It was…refreshing, almost.

So when she abruptly turned to him one day just outside of the Gerudo Canyon Stable, her green eyes bright and glittering, he really didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t for her to blink at him and say,

“Sir Link, I’ve a favor to ask of you.”

Link stopped in his tracks immediately, keeping that three-step distance between them that very suddenly didn’t feel big enough. He nodded, just enough to signal that he was listening, because the heat was making his mouth dry. 

“Walk with me,” she instructed with a nod of her head. Maybe his hesitation was evident, because she offered him a smile and gestured to the empty space beside her. “It’s difficult to speak to you when you’re behind me.”

She’s never had a problem with that before.

He couldn’t refuse a direct request, though. Not when it came from her and wasn’t putting her in the way of any harm. So, Link stepped forwards and they continued their walk through the canyon side by side. Their horses couldn’t traverse the unsteady sands of the desert, not to mention the unbearable heat, and so they were on their own from here. Curiously, he watched the princess by his side, noting the way she looked at everything in fascination. Her eyes were fixed on a particular point above them, on the canyon wall–a purple clump of something.

“It must be nice to be admired.” 

Her statement had Link drawing his eyes slowly back to her. Her expression had slipped into something a little more forlorn. A little sadder.

“The way people speak of you… It’s as if you can do no wrong. They love you; love all that you stand for. What is it like?”

She turned her head, her gaze holding fierce to his, and Link didn’t think he could blame the heat for the lack of moisture in his mouth anymore. He wanted to tell her that, honestly, it was awful. That he didn’t like the attention, that he would rather be known as just another knight among the ranks–but what if she mistook his words as ungrateful? He knew just as well as she did that she was struggling to earn the acceptance of her people–of her father. 

“It’s different,” she continued in his silence, “the attention that I receive. It will never be genuine, I fear. It’s about my status, or my physical appearance, or…the powers I’m supposed to have, and never about my accomplishments or–” She cut herself off with a sharp inhale of frustration, but he knew what she meant. They were never about her, just what she was supposed to be. That was the difference between them, he supposed: he’d already become who he was supposed to be. 

“My apologies, Sir Knight,” she said, shaking her head. Her cheeks were flushed. The heat? Maybe. “I didn't mean to– I, well, I suppose I just crave genuity, is all.” Didn’t they all?

Her eyes slid his way once again, a little sly and a little curious, and Link swallowed. He was about to be in a load of trouble; something in the depths of his being warned him so.

“You have been around me longer than anyone,” she observed, tilting her head. “What do you think of me, Hero? Honestly, and I promise no harm will come to you.”

She stuck her pinky out towards him, and Link blinked at it in utter confusion. Was this the favor she’d wanted to ask of him? She wanted to know what he thought of her? Well–he would certainly get in trouble if he answered honestly, regardless of her pinky promise. He also knew a little better than to touch her. 

“Please, Link?” she asked, her hand falling limply back to her side. She didn’t use his name very often.

He was a doomed man either way. 

“Honestly…” he began; it was an effort not to wince at how his voice sounded. Honestly, he thought the world of her, and it was hard to see how other people didn’t. “I think you’re brilliant, Princess.” 

It wasn’t the safest choice of words, but he kept himself from saying anything more, just in case. Zelda’s eyes widened, and he was certain the red on her cheeks wasn’t just from the heat. He must’ve taken her by surprise. But her smile was curving into something far more mischievous.

“Are you…flirting with me, Sir Link?”

Her accusation made him stumble, his face flushing and eyes flying wide. He stuttered out in protest, but something had just sealed the nail in his coffin because there was no coming back from that, no matter what he said or did. She didn’t seem angry at all though, oddly enough. No, she seemed amused, trying to hide a laugh behind her hands. 

“I- I’m not-” he tried again, and if there was ever a time where it was convenient for his words to fail him, it wasn’t now.

“I’m flattered,” Zelda said, and he could have sworn she’d stepped a little closer. No, she was definitely closer. She was looking at him, her head tilted, and he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her fingers brushing against his hand. “You know, plenty of people would love nothing more than to go on a date with the Goddess’s Chosen.”

Link was at a complete and utter loss. “Do- do you want–?” he stammered, because he wouldn’t believe whatever answer came out of her mouth. She seemed to light up at his question, but she stepped back and brought a finger to her chin.

“I’ll tell you what,” she began, her eyes climbing the walls of the canyon again. “I need one of those Rushrooms for my research. If you can climb up and get me one, then you’ll have earned yourself a date.”

Her smile was radiant, and Link? Well, Link was an idiot. He really should have known better. When his feet hit the ground again, purple mushrooms in his hand, she was gone.

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part 2? maybe?

[saabbi]

Regret part 9

Light in darkness

Genshin Impact Adeptus! reader

warnings: self-deprecation, imposter syndrome

word count: ~1.7k

notes: please remember that you are loved, and not just in the fic itself.

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No words are needed to exchange. Zhongli must surely be curious, worried even, to find out what happened in Snezhnaya. But he remained quiet, pushing away the rampant thoughts running across his mind.

What’s most important isn’t digging out what happened, but that you’re alright and safe.

Zhongli doesn’t miss the pale complexion on you, making sure to swing by Bubu Pharmacy to ask Baizhu for some antiseptic cream and aspirin just in case you’re still feeling unwell.

He brought you to his residency, which is unsurprisingly close to the funeral parlour. A few sprouting flowers in the interior caught your eye, the blue distinguish colour resembles that of a jewel. It must be a good season for glazed lilies to grow and bloom.

“Would you like tea?” Zhongli turns his head to you, holding up a few cups.

“Yes, please.” He also takes out some cakes, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’re way too full for some tea snacks.

Zhongli is definitely inquisitive, his occasional glances and slight frown shows that he has much more to say apart from asking if you want tea and snacks.

But he didn’t ask you any questions, never pressuring you into telling him. He decided to wait until you feel ready to talk about it. For you, he can always wait.

You hold the cup in your palms, the warmth gradually spreading to your whole body.

“Zhongli,” you take a sip of the refreshing tea, making up your mind. “Can you ask Ganyu and Xiao to come? I… have something to tell you all.”

Zhongyi nervously nods with his heart thumping, not sure if he’s ready to hear what you have to tell them.

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Silence fills the room, then your sharp inhales, the unsteady voice and shaking pupils as you begin to speak.

Your shaking voice, your spilling emotions, your trembling hands. The suffocating feeling in your heart and the bitterness in your throat. You keep on going, you can’t think straight, you feel light headed and exhausted, but you want to keep going. You want to tell them, the things you saw, the things you felt, the worthlessness eating you away.

Ganyu tugs your arm and hugs them tightly, Zhongli and Xiao each resting a hand on yours to remind you that they’re here. They let you keep going, even if you look like you’re in pain.

They listen in silence, allowing you to spill everything in the safe space. You stop for a second, hearing sniffles from the horned girl next to you.

Ganyu shakes her head, telling you that she’s okay, and that you can go on.

With trembling eyes and hoarse voice, you tell them, how you thought you would be okay even if the Tsarista didn’t need you anymore, thought it would be okay even if she throws you away. But you weren’t, your heart sunk to the bottom when she implied that you’re no longer needed, as if all the time you spent by her side as a faithful subordinate meant nothing to her.

You mentioned that you know the Tsarista is only interested in the power you possess, you repeatedly told yourself that if it’s what the Tsarista desires, you shall comply without any hard feelings, for you are her harbinger, her title-less twelfth harbinger.

So why did it hurt so much? Why did you feel something worse than physical pain? Like you were stabbed with thousand swords, mercilessly piercing you without a break, making you lose your breath and vision cloudy.

It felt like the world crumbled, blood rushing to your head and the sudden heaviness taking over your body.

Oh. In the midst of talking your own feelings out, you realised- you felt angry, desperate, hurt, betrayed.

You realised, that over the years, loyalty is not the only thing that sprouted. You always brushed it off, pretending like it never existed, but deep down, you felt angry.

Angry at the Tsarista for pulling you away from Liyue, angry at her for letting you go through terrible things, even if you can’t remember clearly what happened.

The mixture of admiration, loyalty, desperation and anger has always stuck within you whenever you see her cold yet graceful figure.

But you had nothing except her, so you clung onto your loyalty towards her and repressed other thoughts of her, ignoring the tingling senses and blindly telling yourself that you’re always loyal to the Tsarista.

Every single word that comes out, Zhongli takes them in all, even if it pricks his heart like thorns. He takes a deep breath and shuts shis eyes, he wants it to stop. But he knows he has to listen and share your burden.

He wants to listen, even if it hurts, lamenting for the times he couldn’t be there for you. But now, he could. And the least he could do is to listen to you.

In the past, Zhongli failed miserably as a guardian, but now he has the chance to be with the three of his beloved adepti once again. He’s the listener, he’ll always be willing to listen to you if you confide in him.

Zhongli takes one last gulp of his tea. He embraces the crushing pain in his heart and clasp your hand tightly.

You stutter and choke out some incomplete sentences in the process, words tying into knots, but it’s okay. There’s no need for you to rush, they have all the time and undivided attention for you to tell them whatever you want.

Your right hand feels like it’s about to be crushed, somehow. You glance over to the side and is met with another pair of amber eyes.

Glossy eyes filled with uncertainty, concern and shock. His mouth gaped open, unable to find words, so he chooses to hear instead of responding.

The way you described your journey in Snezhnaya feels lonely to him. Xiao is no stranger to the feeling of solitude, but your gaze feels far, far more lonelier than what Xiao has ever been through. He watched as unfathomable emotions swirl in your eyes, your gaze shifting every so often in trying to find the right words.

A part of him thinks that, perhaps he should’ve sought for you, or even just send a single letter millennia ago instead of pathetically dreaming in the Wangshu inn, then perhaps you wouldn’t have to always feel like you're all alone without anyone to rely on.

Xiao holds your other hand tightly. He doesn’t know how to show affection, but he hopes that this reassures you that you’re no longer alone.

Your lone narrative went on for minutes, then hours, until you lost track of time. You then mutter the last few sentences.

“I lost my powers, I don’t feel qualified to be an adeptus anymore, I-“ this part is harder to say than anything else. “I don’t know why I’m here, or anywhere anymore.”

“I feel like I…lost my purpose.” First was your abandonment from Zhongli, the bane of your misfortune. Then was the Tsarista, the one who broke you more than anything else. You feel lost in life, wandering without a purpose.

“I’m just a… nobody.”

Slam. The sudden impact on the table made you jump. You look up at Xiao who suddenly stood up and slammed his fists on the table with brute force.

His frown is deep, eyes burning with fury and looking at you with disbelief. He is livid.

“Don’t you dare say that one more time.”

Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows and tilt your head a bit. At first you thought he’s mad at the fact that you willingly let your powers be taken away from you, but that doesn’t seem to what he’s mad at.

“You are not worthless, not a nobody. I won’t forgive you even if you say that one more time, even if you said it yourself.”

Xiao clenches his fist tightly, glaring at you. He rarely gets mad at you, it makes you feel a bit guilty.

“Xiao’s right.” Ganyu joins in, her palms squeezing your arms with force making you turn to her. “Please do not say that, ever again. You mean everything to us, how could you- how could you say you’re worth nothing?”

Ganyu has a sorrowful look instead. You don’t know how to respond to them, you can’t figure out whether the present incompetent you means everything to them, or the you they once knew and adored.

You think of the latter one. After all, there’s nothing much on you that is actually worth something.

Zhongli seems to know what you’re thinking, as he slowly opens his mouth. “My child.”

“Nothing changes the fact that you’re an adeptus, one of us, with or without your adeptal powers.”

“No matter the past, present or future you, will always be the one we love.” His gaze firm and solemn, trying hard to convey his feelings to you.

“You don’t have to be perfect, it’s okay to be incomplete.” Zhongli stands up and treads towards you.

He stops next to you, bending down a bit before enveloping you into a tight hug. You stiffen up.

“Because no matter what, you are you, and nothing will ever change that. And the fact that we love you will always be true.”

Hic. You let out ugly voices from your throat, breaking into a ugly sob and staggered breathing.

The warmth warping you increases, with Ganyu and Xiao joining.

Zhongli soothes you by brushing your back softly, Ganyu patting your head and lightly ruffles your hair. Xiao appears to be quite awkward at first, but decides to rest your head on his chest and warp his arms around your head as you sob.

It’s so warm, so warm that it feels unreal. Words of affirmation and love is such a stranger to you, the words and actions they display makes your chest hurts.

Your heart tugs at you, but you know it’s not because you’re sad, it’s because you feel relieved, happy, and thankful.

You are loved. Even if you don’t realise it.

Love is not determined by how much one spends time with each other, nor will it diminish with time or distance.

Forgive does not mean forgetting. The past cannot be reverted. The resentful decisions Zhongli has made in the past remain embedded in history and cannot be undone.

However, it does not mean that relationships cannot be rebuilt. A step at a time, as long as you’re willing to, as long as you are here and with them, things can start over.

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Stuck on You (Levi Ackerman x Childhood Friend! Reader)

A/N: Hi, guys! I just want to preface by saying that this is a TWO (maybe a three if i decide to write an epilogue drabble) PART SERIES, and I have just a few more scenes to write before I can post it! I don’t expect this one to do so well, to be honest, but it’s been so long since I’ve written anything I’m proud of and I think I’m happy with how this turned out. So yes, stay tuned for part 2 which i will link at the end once it is posted. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, season one/no regrets ova spoilers

Word Count: 3.5k 

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5 years ago

“Why is it that you always seem to be on my case the most?” Your frustration was obvious and your patience dissipated, feet shuffling in their spot as you finally turned to face him. “You never nag Isabel this much.”

For a moment, Levi didn’t respond, scanning your body for injuries. After asserting that you were indeed okay, he stepped over the unconscious man who laid on the ground, jaw set in anger as he walked forwards until he was so close you had to tilt your head slightly to keep eye contact.

Your snappy behavior was uncharacteristic. It only fueled his temper. The raven shook his head in disapproval, trying to keep his anger in check as you glared at him defiantly.

“Isabel doesn’t make such careless mistakes,” he pointed out coldly. “You almost got yourself hurt, (Y/N)! What would you have done if I hadn’t shown up to cover your ass?”

The both of you stood there in silence for several minutes, gazing at each other and listening to your uneven breathing. His face, unlike so many others, never really did reveal everything he was thinking. Feeling. You were dared to search for something else in his steady gaze besides disappointment, but for once, you could not tell what you saw. It was infuriating, humiliating, and hurtful.

“Sometimes I wonder if there’s even a brain inside your thick fucking skull.”

His harsh words didn’t normally cut you, but this time you flinched, looking away from Levi as all the fight drained out of you.


Wearing your jewelry out at night was a careless mistake, that you could admit. What was hard to swallow was the fact that you had just been mugged, and nearly assaulted, yet all Levi could do was find the time to scold you, not seeming to care at all if you were shaken up by what happened.  

It didn’t scare you that the other man’s hands found their way onto your skin. It didn’t scare you that something bad could have happened had Levi not knocked him out. You weren’t afraid of any of it; you were afraid that all the raven-haired man could see you for were your mistakes.

“So you think I’m a burden then?” you asked, choking up.

Your change in tone caught Levi’s attention. You suddenly looked smaller, and more vulnerable than the last time he looked at you. He sighed again, shaking his head softly. It took all your strength not to shy away from his fingers as they threaded through your hair, stopping on your shoulder and tugging you against him. You let Levi do it nonetheless, knowing this was his way of saying sorry; knowing this was his way of saying: “I’m tough on you because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”  

You pressed your ear against his beating heart, letting the sound soothe you.

“No, brat. I don’t think that. Let’s just go home, and forget about it,” his voice was more gentle this time.

You sniffled and nodded, chest bursting as Levi placed a feather light kiss on the top of your head. 

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You never thought you’d miss the Underground. Especially when taking into consideration the miserable days after Levi, Isabel, and Farlan took that fateful deal, and were forced to leave you behind.  

Your feelings on the matter were conflicted, of course, but you were relieved and happy that the people who mattered most had such a big opportunity. They didn’t need to see you crying, nor hear about how scared you were to be by yourself. Each one deserved better than that, so you put on a brave face as they reassured you over and over that they’d come back. You beamed as brightly as you could, sending them off with words of encouragement as you continued fighting off the lingering feeling of dread as they left. 

You didn’t want to be a nuisance. Never wanted to be the reason they’d hold themselves back. 

Although he didn’t show it, Levi took it the hardest. He implored you to stay alive, in a scolding tone that he only ever used when he was worried. You could hold your own, but weren’t a fighter like the other three. The stern male had only ever been thankful of your gentle nature in the past, surprised to be cursing it now that he couldn’t protect you. But for him, you’d try your hardest, knowing that with a little faith and patience, you could be reunited in the future. 

The goodbye had been bittersweet, your lips slotting against his for the very first time. In a way, the way he kissed you seemed more like a promise than a farewell. His arms were wrapped around you all night, warmth lulling you to a sleep that otherwise, would never have been able to claim you. 

Parting afterwards the following morning became all the more difficult because of it.  

When Levi pulled a few strings with his newfound respected status and got the military to sponsor your citizenship, you were over the moon. Becoming a soldier was the last thing you expected out of your life, but wherever Levi and the others went, you would gladly follow. You felt at home again, throwing your arms around the man for the first time in months and giggling at the fact that while he accepted the gesture and patted your head awkwardly, his lack of affection never changed. 

But you were quickly learning that the ideological existence that lived right above your head was just an illusion. You came only to find your friends dead, and Levi more closed off to you than he’d ever been before. Up here, things were far from perfect, and as time went on, you instead yearned for the past if only to appreciate it better a second time around. And although things slowly got better, life was not yet finished throwing its hardships your way. 

The last person you had left slowly became out of reach, as time apart inevitably distanced the two of you and gave someone else the opportunity to fill that hole in his heart. 


Reality, you found, was much crueler under the blue of the sky.

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“You don’t have to deny it, Levi. I know you better than anyone. I see the way you look at her,” you whispered, wringing your hands together in a feeble attempt to rid of the painful churn in your stomach. “I see it because you used to look at me that way.” 


It was admirable, at least, the effort you put in to keep your voice even. But the silence that followed those broken words was pitiful. The silence made it even more difficult to meet the gaze of the man in front of you. Levi had every opportunity to deny the truth of your burning statement; to bring you back into his arms and reaffirm his love like he used to. Like he would if maybe things were different. 

You knew, he had no desire to do that now. Instead, the Captain’s eyes screwed shut and a light sigh escaped his perfect lips, the warmth of it tingling your skin. It was nostalgic, almost, being alone with Levi like this. His face was nearer to yours then it had been in months, enough so that you could make out every tiny detail. The irony of it seemed mocking: for once, you couldn’t bear to look at him. Not that you needed to, with every feature of his sure to forever haunt your memory. 

But now all you could see were the interactions they had. Your vision consisted of watching as their bond and understanding grew. It was created in such a short amount of time, but hardly unpredictable with the amount of time Levi and Petra spent together. Even if Levi himself had not realized it, for you, it was plain as day. You knew him better than anyone. Could see that there was no pain in Levi’s eyes when he looked at her. Afterall, unlike you, Petra wasn’t a painful reminder of the past.   

Despite his physical closeness, this was the most detached you’ve ever felt from the male. The space between you was strange and unfamiliar. Lonely and cold.

At your words, he exhaled through his nostrils. 


“I would never be unfaithful, (Y/N). I never have been,” he spoke firmly, in that certain tone of speaking only he could manage. “I promised I would never leave you.” 

A tear spilled down your cheek, despite your best brave face. It was too much to handle, even for a calloused girl like you. Because despite everything, Levi had always been there. It seemed scary to have life any other way. 

Said man took your hand gently, handling it like porcelain. It wasn’t until his skin touched yours that you realized your fingers were shaking, and your facade was crumbling. His gesture was another reminder of what once was. The familiarity of his skin a testament to all the time spent simply existing with one another.

How did it come to this?

“A lot has changed since then, it seems,” you laughed softly, for once pulling away from his touch. “I bet you can’t even look at me without thinking about those two, huh?” 

You never once thought it was his fault. Even if you told him that, you knew Levi would always take accountability. Knew he would blame himself for taking Isabel and Farlan away from you. You should have seen this coming. It was inevitable that your love would be tainted, and that he’d find it somewhere else, even if it was unintentional. 

“(Y/N), wait—“ there was a small panic that awoke in the raven’s steely eyes that only those who truly knew him would be able to detect. 


“—You know how I feel about you, don't you? I want to be the one who you'd wake up next to every morning. The person you'd trust enough to spill all your secrets to, the one you want to hold close, the one who would make it hurt too much to ever let go. I want to be the person who can make you smile, or laugh until you can't breathe. Your first and last thought of the day, and the one you wonder about even when they’re not around.” 

You swallowed a whimper, fists clenched at your sides as your restraint came undone. It was all you’d ever wanted since you were small and starving and Levi was all you had to hold onto.

"But more than anything I want you to be happy. You deserve it.”

And because that’s how much I love you.

“I’d spent the rest of my life with you, if you asked me to,” the stoic Captain stated, as simply and mindlessly as if reciting the weather. 

You knew it was true. You also knew better than to let your mind wander to that fantasy, or to let a world come into fruition in which you stopped Levi from pursuing his happiness; held back simply because his loyalty knew no bounds. You refused to be that selfish. You’d rather die a miserable death, a thousand times over. Rather endure this anguish for as long as it resided in your heart then watch his indifference turn to hatred as years of a one-sided relationship droned on and on.

He doesn’t want you anymore. 

“I know, Levi.” You paused for a long moment. “Petra's wonderful. I don't hate either of you, I want you to remember that." 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying desperately to forget the feeling of Levi’s lips on your skin, your face against his chest. The warmth between your ribs or the butterflies in your stomach, or the fireworks of passion that only he could make you feel. Tried to forget the rare but special, secret words of affirmation only your ears got to hear, and the goosebumps they’d send across your skin. 

You wanted to erase it all, if only to make it easier to walk away with the knowledge you’d never feel any of that again.  

It was pathetic. 

There wasn’t anything left to be said. So with the task near impossible, looked at your lover, your best friend, your rock, your Levi, and turned away.

You only managed three steps before a voice followed you and a hand closed around your wrist.

“Is this what you want?” He sounded apathetic, but you knew better. His underlying worry only made the pain feel worse. 

“I don’t know.” At the very least, you were honest.  

"Will I see you again?"  

As adaptable as he was, Levi was never a fan of the unconventionality that was “change.” He was never surprised, quick to go with the flow, even if he preferred certainty and steadiness. 

This conversation, though, was one he never expected. 

"Of course," you forced a tiny smile, knowing it was more convincing than it felt. "I just need a breather. I'll be back for dinner." The words tasted bitter in your mouth. 

That was the first and only lie you'd ever tell Levi Ackerman, having handed in your resignation papers to Erwin just yesterday.

Forgive me, Levi. 

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Snow fluttered down from the sky, coating the local shops and roofs of buildings with a thick, white blanket. Merchants and store owners alike grumbled their disapproval, bustling to sweep the front of their shops. The air was crisp and biting, yet you relished in the feeling and absorbed the atmosphere. Drunk garrison soldiers loitered around merrily, cheeks flushed from alcohol, catching the flakes in their hair and occasionally slipping on hidden ice in their drunken stupor. It made you chuckle softly, the residences of Wall Roses’ inconvenience the source of your contentment-- this was your first time seeing snow, the real thing a thousand times better than anything you read about in any book. 

You strolled through the marketplace, a basket holding bread, dried meats, cheese, and several fruits resting in the crook of your elbow. Your coin purse felt lighter than it had that morning, yet you carried on nonetheless, curious as to what Wall Rose had to offer. Children ran past you, throwing snowballs at each other and nearly running into you because of their haste. The sight made you grin as one of them bumped into one of the street market’s booths, knocking over a few items as he went. 

The woman behind the counter chastised them, her shouts growing louder when they barely spared her a glance and blended into the crowd of shoppers. Nick nacks and books were left scattered in their wake, askew on the cobblestone ground.

“Need help, ma’am?,” you asked her, picking up the objects from the ground. 

“Thank you, dearie,” she sighed gratefully, taking them from your hands. “Kids these days, so reckless and always in such a hurry.” 

You laughed airily, mirth swimming in your eyes. 

“You’re just lucky they didn’t steal anything,” you joked, reminiscing about your own thieving past. Your attention turned towards the noting the soldiers now dozing off on top of their card table nearby, tutting their behavior lightheartedly. “Levi, if only the police were like that back when we--” 

Out of habit, you turned around to meet his gaze, heart clenching when you remembered he wasn’t there. Your fists clenched to prevent you from smacking yourself at your carelessness. He’s not here, dumbass. 

“What was that, hun?” the woman behind the counter inquired, preoccupied in sorting her things. 

You put on your best smile, shaking your head before your thoughts could fill with images of a certain raven-haired, steele-eyed, heart-stopping male. The back of your eyes stung, the momentary joy of your first real winter quickly fading away.  

“Nothing important.” 

This is for the best, (Y/N). You’ve only ever gotten in the way, his whole life. Let the man be. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a few years since that last encounter with him. Part of you still wondered if Levi tried looking for you after realizing your true intentions of never coming back. You hoped he didn't, imagining instead that he'd made the most of the opportunity you'd given him. Prayed that it wasn't all for naught and he instead pursued what (or who) truly made him happy, instead of worrying about other people. In truth, you became content with life, learning to look back on memories fondly and being thankful for their existence. 

Residing above ground was enough reason to be grateful in itself, and you did your best to make the most of it. Your days were now spent in ways that paid tribute to your humble beginnings: individuals from the underground who managed to secure citizenship to the surface were put into your care. You helped men, women, and children alike assimilate into living on the surface, which included introducing the area, and assisting in finding housing and jobs. It was rewarding work, but more than anything, reminiscent to be able to see the wonder when their eyes meet the clouds for the very first time. The flickers of hope from your clients were things you carried with you every day. Your chosen profession left plenty of free time, however, as it was relatively rare for individuals to pay the hefty toll of climbing up those stairs. 

Your life was average, and for the most part, uneventful. The quietness that accompanied mediocrity proved to be comforting, however. It was a far cry from the days of constantly looking over your shoulder and needing to carry a knife in your boot, just in case.

At first, it was difficult not to cry at the thought of the stoic, raven-haired Ackerman. The heartache weighed down in your chest for a good amount of time. The simplest things reminded you of Levi, but after a while, instances where he’d cross your mind became fewer and further between. With a nicer home than anything you previously owned, a livable income, and an overall peaceful existence, you didn’t have any regrets. 

At least, that was what you told yourself until you heard the news. 

On off days you worked as a waitress at one of the many taverns within Wall Rose. Large tips were one of the many perks that drew you in originally. The chatter of the customers and frequent bar-goers was a welcome ambience, and an opportunity for you to combat the occasional feeling of loneliness. 

Occasionally, Scout Regiment gossip would filter through, especially about Humanity’s Strongest and the new titan shifter Eren Jeager. Updates were nice, knowing Levi was safe and thriving in what he did best. But as you placed a pint of beer on one of the tables and overheard a heavy set man babble loudly to his comrade, dread splashed over you in waves.

“The Captain was the only survivor in his squad. He wasn’t even with them when it happened, poor guy. He must feel terribly guilty.”     

Your vision became hazy as you tried not to panic; of all the rumours that filtered through the drunk mouths of customers, you had never heard bad news like this before. The last you’d heard, human kind was given a beacon of hope, and things were looking up after Eren Jaeger managed to plug up the hole in Trost. 

“Excuse me, but which squad did you say this happened to?” you heard your voice say. 


Across the table, the other man took a swig of his drink, and grunted indignantly. 

“Levi Squad, the best in the military I heard. A shame, but I suppose even the top in the Survey Corps are still just suicidal maniacs when it comes down to it.” 

No, no, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen!  

After that, everything became white noise. You could only register every third movement, heart thundering in your ears. The tray you’d been holding to carry the drinks clattered as it fell to the ground, causing a few gasps and strange looks to be thrown in your direction. In your horrified state, dread weighed down like lead in your body. You rushed to the back room, tears clouding your vision as you tried not to stumble. 

You gripped the edges of the washroom sink, dizzy with this newfound information.   

Levi has now lost more people that he loved, and was probably experiencing the same survivor’s guilt as he did with Isabel and Farlan. He was most likely suffering alone right now, never having been one to let people see his vulnerability so easily.

You did not witness first hand what your friends’ deaths meant to him. When the Captain waited for you at the top of the staircase, his expression never seemed out of the ordinary. Levi was kind enough to let you enjoy your first few days up with him simply enjoying the newfound freedom. He made the excuse that your two other comrades were out on business somewhere, and would be back to see you soon. Maybe, at the time, your excitement blinded you from the deeper emotions hidden in his voice. 

When you found out the truth, their passing broke you. The fact that Levi shouldered any blame, however, is what twisted the knife. He had been grieving by himself; feeling that pain without anyone to comfort him. He had to put on a brave face just to see you; secretly spending that last month alone, probably relaying over and over how he would break the news to you. 

Your remorse increased tenfold when it was him who held you, and him who put you back together, just like he had to for himself. And now he was by himself all over again.

I have to do something. 

Splashing water on your face, you straightened up and looked in the mirror, a sudden surge of guilt coursing through your veins.

You refused to let Levi be alone this time around, no matter how he might feel about you now.

~~~~~~~

Part Two!

[wonlouvre]

hello! i see your requests are open again 😌 can i request jeonghan x reader, enemies to lovers kinda thing maybe where they have the same friends but jeonghan & reader always clash etc etc fluff at the end idk

i know you’ll come up with something amazing as always, do what you want with it 😘🥰💗

balance | y. jh. 

pairing: jeonghan x reader genre: enemies to lovers (kind of), fluff warnings: heights, ski mountain mechanical malfunctions (you know, dangling in the air kind of thing)  word count: 1.5k (i got carried away, im sorry)

💌: thank you so much for requesting!!! this was honestly fun to write although there was little to none banter, i’m so sorry :’( thank you for trusting me! i hope you like it <3 i will try to post at least two drabbles/requests per week :)

To you, Yoon Jeonghan was the type of person that looked like he would trample all over your principles in life. It’s a little dramatic of you but he can’t blame you for thinking so. He’s cocky, annoying and full of shit. The two of you stepped off on the wrong foot when he thought it was funny to pour sparkling water on your instant noodles as a prank during one of the traditional ski trips your group of friends always hold.

Soonyoung introduced him on what was supposed to be the best trip of your life only to get ruined when he made fun of you. Although technically speaking, your cup wasn’t the only victim of his shenanigan because the rest of your friends complained and threw it at the perpetrator before they could even finish eating. But you were hungry and stubborn, so you didn’t let it go. 

Ever since then, despite not confronting him, Jeonghan’s energy and wholebeing never clicked with yours. You barely speak a word to him and you rarely hang out with him, unlike with every single one of your friends. He hasn’t noticed and even if he did, you’re sure he could care less. Which is fine by you. The instant noodle prank is history and now that this year’s ski trip will be your third with him, you have just gotten used to ignoring his existence. 

“Jeonghan’s staring at you,” Seungcheol says, startling you. 

Your eyes throw daggers at him, not because he startled you, but because of what he said. 

The tall man nudges your shoulder with his. “I’m not lying. Give him a glance and then you’ll see.”

To set the record straight, you don’t have a grudge on Jeonghan for who he is. It’s more of what he does that gives a bad impression on you. Aside from the noodle incident, you noticed how much he takes pride in teasing and playing with the gullible younger ones and you hate him for that. It’s a good laugh every once in a while but it can hurt feelings at times and you don’t want that. He also likes to disagree and debate with everyone (you’re just glad you haven’t been a victim yet). When everyone else says yes, he’ll boldly say no. That’s how moronic he is to be friends with. 

Of course you acknowledge his good deeds. Whether you like to admit it or not, Jeonghan is a great friend. He is a beacon of strength among you knowing that he’s one of the oldest in the group. He knows where and when to have fun. He knows when to be there for anyone who needs him. He’s supportive. He’s loving. He’s more than okay. 

You’re just turning a blind eye because you’re still petty. 

It has come to your attention that apparently, Jeonghan has been harboring a crush on you. It’s a stupid rumor and you choose to ignore it because why. Why would he have a crush on you? You try confirming if it’s true by looking at him and observing his actions whenever he’s not paying attention. But to no avail, nothing special stood out.

In fact, it seems like all the staring and observation made you develop a crush on him. Now that’s even more annoying. 

You roll your eyes at Seungcheol’s nonsense and walk away from him to go to Jeongyeon who’s currently checking in everyone to the hotel. You might as well help her register everyone to all the activities you will be participating in. 

“Collect their IDs,” she orders without looking up from the form she’s writing on. “And tell them to fall in line so they can sign the consent form.”

“Told you we should have filled out the online form before getting here,” your complaint doesn’t go unheard by your friend who only glares at you, scaring you to immediately obey her instructions.

“IDs please,” you ask with your hand out and your friends happily complied as they chatted through the waiting time. You walk around to make sure you have everyone’s and as you double check, one last ID was missing. 

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?”

The devil himself, Yoon Jeonghan.

You take a deep deep breath before turning around and face the handsome face you’ve been sick of. Wait, did you just call him handsome?! 

Jeonghan flashes his signature smirk while pulling his wallet out from his pocket, picking one of the many cards inside it to hand to you. His gloveless fingers grazes yours and it concerns you why it made your heart skip a beat. You avoid his gaze and everything else about him and run back to Jeongyeon who’s the one asking for these in the first place. 

You heard his low chuckle and you wish you could wipe off his annoying grin with your fist. 

Moving on from what happened in the early afternoon, the rest of the day was pleasant enough for you and your friends to continue. Everyone had lunch at the local restaurant first before doing the group activities. It’s a good thing none of you are afraid of heights (except for Dokyeom, but he manages). Soonyoung leading everyone to hike the safe side of the snow covered mountain wasn’t a problem for him. 

After the quick mountain hike, you all scattered to have fun and decided to meet up for dinner in the evening. You, Jeongyeon, Dokyeom and much to your dismay, Jeonghan all went up to snowboard. 

The lift was supposed to carry the four of you up to the starting point before your adrenaline descend, but Dokyeom suddenly felt a wave of fear of heights and needed to calm down for a few minutes. He tells you to go on ahead and you did. You just didn’t expect Jeonghan to be accompanying you instead of Jeongyeon. 

You hide your disappointment and bewilderment as you make yourself comfortable. It’s awkward but it doesn’t matter. You’re just going to keep quiet and avoid looking Jeonghan’s way. This ride will probably not be a good ten minutes, right?

Jeonghan holds onto his snowboard while you place yours on the floor. A barrier of some sort to distance yourself from him. Your eyes are glued to your feet, watching them move from side to side. You also distract yourself from admiring the view outside the window, but it’s hard when you can feel his eyes burning holes on the back of your head. 

“Y/N.”

You hate it. You hate it. You hate it. 

Why does your name sound so melodic coming from his mouth?

You turn your head and raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. 

But the lift doesn’t let him because it suddenly stops mid-air, echoes of metals clanking and brakes screeching following suit. The abrupt stop causes the lift to shake a little, making you hold onto the metal bars out of fear. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a mechanical malfunction of the lifts and our engineers are repairing it now at this moment. We apologize for the inconvenience and fear that this has caused. We request everyone to remain calm and seated…”

The announcement falls deaf to your ears because all you hear is ringing. You’re not afraid of heights at all. But you have never experienced an incident like this before. You’ve heard and read about it and not all of them ended well. 

“Hey,” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you out of your dilemma. 

You blink away your tears and clutch your chest to calm your heart that’s beating faster and faster. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan calls for you again, but this time he’s reaching his hand out. “You’ll be fine. Here, take my hand.”

Jeonghan probably noticed the panic in your eyes. So, after throwing away your doubts outside the window, you carefully move a little closer to him but not beside him as you don’t want to ruin the balance of the lift. You unclench your fist and finally take hold of his waiting hand. 

Jeonghan’s warm palm and genuine smile calms you down. Your heartbeat slows down and your breathing goes back to normal. Your eyebrows furrow in both fear and embarrassment. You question the universe how and why did this have to happen. 

“Hey, don’t cry.”

“I’m not!” 

Jeonghan giggles at your outburst and you don’t know if that’s music to your ears or if it just makes you want to punch his handsome face more. 

“I like you Y/N,” he suddenly confesses and you grimace. 

“I like you too,” you confess back, tightly gripping his hand. “But now is not the time, Yoon Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan bites back a smile that says he’s in love and just gently caresses your hand. It’s unbelievable how the opportunity arose itself right at this moment, but it was now or never for him. He’d explain how much he likes you in detail later. For now, he’s okay with this. 

“But, later though?”

“Yes, now shut up before I throw you out first.”

[17caratssi]

Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one | two | three | four Being rejected for the first time doesn't put you off. In fact, your interest in him grows bigger.

You don't remember what happens after you blurt that offering out to Wonwoo. But for sure, Wonwoo rejects you on the spot.

"If you think I was joking, nope. I was serious and it's probably the most serious question I've ever asked in my life,"

"Yeah, sure. The answer is still no. Let me tell you something,"

Your eyes sparkle with hope. Is he going to say that he's not ready yet, and if I work harder, maybe he'll reconsider?

Wonwoo thought he would never have to tell anyone this, but this may be the best.

"I give no shit about anything and being here in this school just makes me sick. I want to quickly graduate so that I can die in peace,"

"And also, I have no plan to be nice to girls who approach me." he finishes what he wanted to say. It sounds cruel, and even some of it isn't what he intended to say, but he just wants to put an end to her.

If she's smart, she would be clear of it.

But you don't care the things Wonwoo spouts. You like him, and your eyes are on him.

"Okay then! I'll try my hardest to charm you," you squeeze your hand in determination. You don't waver from his intense stare and add, "You know, this is my first time confessing to a guy and this is also my first time getting rejected but I'm pretty sure I can make you my boyfriend. I can wait, yes. Even it takes me 10 years, as long as I like you, I will pursue!"

Wonwoo shrugs and turns away. He's not certain of you, and your word kind of stir him a little. In 18 years of life, you are the first person to talk to him in this way and disregard whatever he said.

Since young, Wonwoo limits himself to talking. He pays a lot of attention to his words to avoid unnecessary emotions. However, today, he finally meets his contender.

"My warning remains valid,"

"Alright!"

After school, Wonwoo packs his bag and leaves the class immediately.

Wonwoo has to do part-time for his family. Initially, he wanted to turn down the scholarship, but his mother secretly accepted the offer. All she wants for Wonwoo to continue school and not bury his youth with responsibilities.

With the other five siblings, he couldn't possibly let his old mother do all the work. Therefore, he applies for the empty cashier position nearby his rented house just three kilometres from the school. His part-time job requires him to arrive fast, and since he hasn't gotten his bicycle, Wonwoo has to run to the convenience store.

You followed him from behind, but he is sure fast! You panted all the way to the elevator as you watch him uses the stairs and speeds away.

"Y/N!" Yuran, your childhood best friend, calls your name.

Yuran is the one that introduces you to this school when she was informed that you will return to Korea. She is a year older, and she treats you like a sister since you are the only child. You always love to be around here, and now that you two are in the same school, you will have a friend to rely on.

You wave at her as she jogs toward you.

"How's the first day?"

You contemplate. You are not familiar with Korea, and it seems the people here are so different to Americans. You scratch your head.

"So far, good." You opt for a lie and only remember about Wonwoo. "Oh! My seatmate is handsome," you brag.

"That's all you can think of?" She nudges your arm lightly.

Frankly, 80% of the time, you just admire him.

You realize that his side profile is wonderfully sculpted; the sharp jawline and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows are just right.

You are going to appreciate this beautiful human being while you are alive.

"Yuran-eonnie, come to my house this Saturday," you link your arm around Yuran's, and in an excited voice, you add, "My family is hosting a house-warming party. It's not grand so we invite only close friends. Therefore, you must come!"

Yuran giggles and pat your arm.

"Of course I would come! I miss your mom a lot. Will she cook?"

"HAHA! My dad won't let her cook anymore so we might as well order for the food,"

"Ugh, your dad is still so overprotective. Their love never dies, huh?"

You sigh at the thought of your parents' affection. It's admirable but tiring for me. It's like they feed me dog food every day!"

The two of you burst out laughing. The chat goes on until you come to the gate. Yuran left first, and you wait for your dad to pick you up.

"How's school?"

You beam at your dad and answer truthfully. "Great! I might get a boyfriend soon, though- Why are you laughing?" you whine.

"Nothing, I just hope to meet my son-in-law. I can't wait to lecture him,"

"Dad!!?"

"What? I must tell him that my daughter is the most precious human being and he is obligated to love you for the rest of his life if he wants to marry you!"

"Like how you love mom?"

"Yeah, of course. He better be overflowing with love for you or else,"

You smile. Your dad is always overreacting when it comes to this topic. He has very high expectations of the boys you mention to him, and it scares you since Wonwoo doesn't reciprocate your feeling just yet.

As the car passes the buildings, you recognize Wonwoo, who's running to his destination. You grin and pull your dad's hand.

"Dad, please stop the car!"

The tires screech to halt, and in a blink, you already come out of the car and reach Wonwoo. He pants and is in confusion as to how you manage to chase him. Then, he realizes.

"What do you want?"

You scan him and wipe the beads of perspiration on his face. You flash a happy smile before saying.

"Where's your driver?"

Wonwoo, for a second, almost couldn't identify the person. He is baffled. "W-what?"

"Oh! Jump in, I'll send you home,"

Wonwoo is taken aback. What do you mean by 'Where's your car?' but before he gets to ask you, he's being pulled by force. Plunge into the backseat, Wonwoo's awareness heightens in the presence of someone in the driver seat.

"Where are you going? My dad can drive you there,"

In fact, you're the only person in the car that's jubilant. Your dad is sceptical to Wonwoo, and the same goes for the latter.

"I can walk,"

You quickly stop him from opening the door. "Dad, we can send him to his place, right?"

Your dad looks at the rear-view mirror and hesitates. He eventually gives in and replies.

"Yes, dear," his sight swifts to Wonwoo. "Boy, tell me where you're going?"

Wonwoo grunts lowly and tells the two the direction. Since he isn't going back home and doesn't want anyone to know he's working part-time, he lies.

You keep talking to Wonwoo despite getting no answer. He closes his eyes and clears his mind.

Once arrive, you follow him out.

"I'll excuse you this time because your father is watching. I won't tolerate your behaviour next time!"

The atmosphere at that moment is calm and clear. Though cars are passing by, they make no sound. Hence, you can definitely understand what he meant.

"Don't go running about in the noon, you'll get sick! See you tomorrow at school!"

As a girl, you totally get the meaning of Wonwoo's words. He cuts through your heart with his harsh warning, and you endure it.

Maybe this is my karma since I always leave the people around me. These few foul words from the person I like aren't that bad. I'm willing to be on the receiving end.

You enter the car with your lips stretch to your ears. To avoid getting questioned by your father of Wonwoo's identity, you avert the attention.

"Dad, thank you for taking me in,"

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I've created a schedule for this series- every Wednesday and Saturday, but it also depends on the chapter availability. Since I'm on my semester break, I have more time to write it unless I have writer's block. I accept requests for drabbles, one shot and anything you want me to write ;)

If you like this story, you might as well check out the others here !

[elliehase-blog]

It’s typical for me to set up a story or drabbles around my drawings, but I’m not always confident enough to share them with you due to my lack of knowledge in the English grammar.  This is a foreign language for me, therefore I still make a lot of mistakes and not noticing them.

For this redrawing of Crawly I wrote a little prelude for my story “Don’t Stop Me Now” on AO3. I have finished two new chapters already, but unfortunately my friend (who has corrected my stories in the past) is too busy with her work. If there’s anyone out there, who enjoys to proofread stories, please contact me! 

Prelude

It was lo-... something at first sight.

The angel of the Eastern Gate stood atop Eden’s outer wall, facing the deserted land with a concerned glance. His wavy fair hair reflected the setting sun, some soft rays gently embraced his contours. Gray clouds were piling over the garden. With his white robe and the dark atmosphere forming around him, he looked bright and shining like a star in the night sky.

He was the most fascinating thing Crawly had ever seen.

And Crawly had seen a lot of things in his immortal existence. In the old days he had been an angel himself, a builder of blazing stars and astonishing constellations. But none of his creations ever radiated in such a wonderful warm glow, giving him satisfaction and ease at once. There was something magical about the other man, which is why Crawly couldn't avert his gaze.

Strictly speaking, Crawly didn’t cross a line here. He wasn’t in close contact with the angel, staying at the apple tree most of the time, fulfilling his demonic duty. No one ever said he couldn’t sneak away occasionally and admire his new encounter from afar, though. Nothing wrong in it. At least until it became his favourite occupation of the day.

So the serpent observed the beautiful chubby angel quite a while. From a safe distance, of course. As a demon he had straight orders from Hell to cast some trouble in the Garden of Eden. It was highly inappropriate to reach out to the opposition by whatever means, he guessed, or even conveying interest in an angel in the first place. Probably it was forbidden as well. Something demons ought not to do.

He did anyway.

 Crawly watched the serene beauty and listened carefully to every word that emerged these rosy lips, straining to find out more about the angelic guard, trying to get the whole picture. Every piece of the puzzle dragged him closer each day. He liked the way the blond angel yielded his flaming sword when he was practicing some quite impressive combat moves. He liked the way how politely the other man was talking to God’s newest creations (especially the animals), just like he really cared. And he absolutely adored the way the angel’s name rolled off his tongue. Aziraphale... The demon whispered it a couple of times just to listen to the melodic sound.

After seven days Crawly came to the conclusion, that the angel of the Eastern Gate wasn't a threat or dangerous at all, only confirming his initial impression. In fact, there was something tragically lonesome about him. It was almost like looking into a mirror, finding someone as isolated as yourself. No other angel came to talk to him, even God never answered his prayers. That situation felt strangely familiar. Crawly wanted to get closer to the other man straightway, literally craved for a conversation with every fibre of his body. If there was the slightest chance, that the blond angel could truly understand how he feels, that they both are broken in some way, maybe they could feel wholesome again by being together.

They barely knew each other, but as they started talking, it felt like they had known each other for far longer than just a minute. Aziraphale treated him as equal, even though Crawly had revealed his black wings, openly showing his demonic nature. There was no loathing, no rolling eyes, no distrust in the angel’s voice. It was ... odd. Something, Crawly had never experienced before.

So Crawly had stood frozen in indecision for what seemed like forever, thinking of the right way to approach, the right words to say. A feeling of nervousness overwhelmed him. The first impression counted, after all.

And the foremost thing that popped into his mind was, “That one went down like a lead balloon.”

Well. Could have been worse, right?

From up close he could study the other man’s face even better. His far too cute button nose and his ridiculously bright blue eyes, just to name but a few. It completely captured the demon. The way Aziraphale smiled, chuckled in a warm tone as Crawly mentioned their possible misstep, finally tipped him over the edge. It seized his chest with something deeper than admiration.

When raindrops started to pour at the very first time on earth, the demon gazed insultingly upon the sky. It felt cold and wet and absolutely annoying on his skin. The snake-like part inside of him immediately wanted to curl away and hide somewhere safe and warm. The other part clearly wanted to stay right next to Aziraphale, cautiously coming closer. Without a second thought or expecting any kind of counter-performance, the blond man stretched his impressive white wing to shield Crawly.

And that was when the demon had fallen for the angel completely.

Crawly knew on the spur of the moment that he had met the kindest person in his godforsaken life. Cheesy but true. He remembered clearly what Heaven was like. Not as nice as everyone thought it would be, though. On the one hand, he was bored stiff all the time. No temptations or decent drinks, for instance. But worst of all were the conceited archangels and their stupid duties and expectations they placed on every low-ranking angel.

Curiosity and self-determination were two words that simply didn’t appear in Heaven’s vocabulary. As well as ‘Thank you for your hard work’ or ‘We really appreciated that you’ve done this whole crap without questioning it in the first place’ or just a simple ‘Your last nebula was mind-blowing, you incredibly talented angel’.

It’s not that Crawly was demanding or so. Really! But for some kind words you’d wait in vain.

To be fair and square, in Hell they won’t offer you cookies either (Crawly really tried to convince his fellow demons to put more effort into the right acquisition, but incomprehensibly it never fell on understanding ears). Demons don’t trust each other, they don’t even have a single feeling for one another except suspicion. You certainly don’t make friends in Hell. It is a place full of loneliness.

Aziraphale was the first person who ever cared about Crawly at all, noticing things no one noticed, really looking at him and not at the demonic shell. A pure angel as people believe angels should be, with kind and untainted affection. And that was truly something remarkable, because after six thousand years with a troublemaker like him, a demon, his hereditary enemy, Aziraphale never stopped caring.

Read the rest of the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29945739

[hobidreams]

may 1861.

here, the world vanishes and you are unafraid to dream, to want.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: fluff! words: 1.2k contains: historical au, teenage!yoongi, literally just cute stuff

moonlit throne index. this is drabble ten. start from the beginning?

You knock three times, three short raps, then push open the door to the crown prince’s private library. Sunlight invades the room unabashedly through the intricate window design, bathing the entire space in the warmth of a spring pleasantly acquiescing to summer. You inhale the scent of the aged wooden bookshelves and the worn paper they house. You feel yourself finally relax, having worked all the morning away.

At first, with the silence, you think you’re alone. You try to brush off the disappointment as you wander among the shelving, trying to decide what you will study today. You’ve just pulled a collection of herb properties off the rack when there’s a rustling, a crisp page turned with a careful hand.

“You’re back again?”

The drawl is only reserved for especially lazy times and it seems today is one of them as you peer through the newly-made book hole to find the prince lounging comfortably on the seat beneath the window. He shifts back when you make brief eye contact, drawing in the socked feet on the bench to make room.

“Yes, seja-jeonha. I’m back.”

It’s been three months since he gave you permission to access this normally off-limits space, as you mentioned needing more books to study with in conversation with Eunuch Kim. The first time you came had been profusely awkward: two bodies sitting stiffly across the room, too acutely aware of possibly being scrutinized by the other person to get anything done. But you tried again. And again. Soon, you were stealing away to the library whenever it was possible, if only for half an hour. It gradually became natural for you to share the widest seat, where the most sunshine reached (to ease the strain on your eyes, he reasoned). It didn’t take long after that before you were both ditching your rigid shoes, facing each other while he brought his knees up and you crossed your ankles, taking care that your chima skirt covered anything inappropriate.

Why he still insists on acting as if he’s surprised that you’re here, you don’t know. But you’re happy to play along if it means these afternoons keep going.

“Table,” he says, not even looking up from his book.

“Pardon?”

“Table.”

Okay… Still holding the text you picked up earlier, you shuffle to the desk on the other side of the room and gasp.

“Oh, this is— No…!” You abandon the herbs tome. You struggle to keep your fingers delicate through the excitement as you reach for the new book next to it, one you’ve been wanting to read for so long but could never find for its scarcity. You’d gushed about it to the prince just last week, about how it combines folk stories and myths with factual information of flower species from all across the country. “Seja-jeonha! Did you find this? How did you manage such a thing!”

“No, I didn’t. It arrived with the other books yesterday by chance.”

You don’t quite believe him as you clutch the book close to your chest in glee, practically dancing on your way to the bench. “Thank you,” you say, taking a seat on the spot you’ve started considering yours.

“It was not me,” he insists.

“Thank you so much.” You wiggle slightly, settling in with a wide smile as you watch him refocus on his reading harder, even though you both know he hasn’t turned the page in quite a few minutes.

Even as you peel open the cover of the precious text though, there’s something that captures your attention a bit more. It’s the way the sun has shifted, rays falling differently onto Yoongi’s face to kiss the pale skin beneath his sleepy eyes before scattering out across his cheeks. How the light dapples across the nose that occasionally scrunches in irritation at the countless dust particles floating around, haloing him in a golden glow that you wish you could capture in your memory for safekeeping (and later revisiting, when you inevitably feel the twinge of yearning).

Seeing this view... you think. You want. You wish for this moment to go on for a lifetime. Such desires have never been so startlingly intense and the thought alone is a terrifying one as soon as it slips into your mind but the feeling, the feeling settles in your heart like it has always been there, steadily beating away just beneath your skin.

Yoongi looks up and you snap your head away to the side so hard your neck cracks.

Your face heats with the embarrassment at being caught and you insist on pretending you were looking out the window at the garden, the multicolors bursting into vivacity. You hadn’t noticed the violet flowers coming in but now they seem to be on their way to full blossom, and the sight tugs a smile to your lips. The lotus too, beginning their cycle to beautify the pavilion even more. You’ll ask mother to take you on a walk through the garden soon, under guise of plant care.

“Books are for reading, you know.”

“Huh? Oh. I’m sorry.” It’s an automatic apology, but you know he doesn’t mean it by the gentle half-smile, half-scowl on his face. “It’s just that the pavilion is my favorite. I can’t help admiring it.”

“Why? It’s practically falling apart.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful.”

He hums a noncommittal noise.

You let the subject drop, finally turning to your reading. It’s usually how these days go. Part of you has always wondered if he remembers these brief, but precious words you exchange before the silence takes over; the weighted book sitting in your lap seems to be all the proof you need. So, you sit back. Enjoy this brief respite from reality with dreams quietly blooming in your chest.

“What are you thinking so hard about? You’ll get wrinkles that way.” Later that night, facing you beneath her blankets, mother shakes a hand free to tap you on the forehead.

“Nothing much…” But you can’t stop the sliver of giddiness that runs through you when you think of today and that wonderful book. “I just… I think that I might like someone a lot.” The other L-word feels too big, too heavy to be used right now, even if it’s the right one.

“Oh?” To your great relief, mother knows better than to ask the identity of this mystery person. Just smiles with a fondness that makes you feel even more fuzzy inside. “Are you going to tell them?”

“I don’t think so. But that’s fine. It wouldn’t make a difference either way.” From the very beginning, you’ve known that the distance between you is too vast to ever be breached. To not fall would have been the most painless, but in hindsight, impossible. If concealing the truth will allow you to be close to him, then maybe that will be enough for someone like you.

Mother rolls onto her back. “It’s your choice.” She shuts her eyes. Just as you think she’s drifted off, she says, “just remember that you are always deserving of love. No matter what.”

You think about those words for a long time until you finally fall asleep.

a/n: we’ve made it to drabble 10! phew. & there is so much more to come. if you’re enjoying the series, i’d love to hear your thoughts on it so far ♡♡ your support keeps me going!