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natalievoncatte · 6 months ago

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Lena tipped back the last of her scotch and savored it, letting the smooth, piquant insistence of it roll across her tongue and sting between her teeth. She’d poured herself three fingers of a thirty year old single malt from the Macallan and had tasted it every drop, letting it stay a while. Indeed she’d indulged so slowly that she was barely buzzed.

A distant memory struck her. The sting of heavy smoke in her mouth, acrid and unpleasant but as rich and complex in flavor as her single malts. The effect was ruined by her idiotic decision to breath it in rather than allow a brief visitation in her mouth before being set free into the night air. She had been thirteen and Lex had given her a puff on a cigar he’d stolen from their father’s humidor while he and Lillian were away.

“This is a Dominican,” he’d told her. “I’ll give you a Cuban when you have enough experience to appreciate it.”

She turned the glass in her hand before setting it in the sink. She thought of Lex almost every day- not the raving, incoherent loon who’d tied her to the chair or the bitter shell of a man he was when she fired five bullets into his chest, but the boy he was, about to go off to college, full of adolescent bravado that matched his genius. She thought of the man he might have been if he hadn’t let his base jealousy consume him, if he’d had enough empathy to follow a better path. Her path.

It was a hard one to walk, but-

There was a tap at her balcony door and she nearly jumped out of her skin, wheeling.

It was Kara.

Lena motioned for her to open the door and she did, stepping inside.

“Can you ever use the inside door like a normal person?”

Kara shrugged. “I went for a fly to clear my head and I ended up here.”

Lena sighed. “I was just heading to bed, darling. It’s late. Too late to watch cartoons on my couch.”

“Will you fly with me?”

Lena quirked a brow. “You know it’s not any fun for me. I really do hate flying.”

“I know but, I was just… would you?”

Lena looked at her. Kara looked back, her eyes soft, expression hopeful and fearful, inviting. It made Lena fight the urges that dogged her. She felt a need to stride across the distance between them and tuck away a few wind-tossed locks of Kara’s hair, cup a warm hand to her cool cheek, soothe the pain that always seemed to hide in her eyes, like the reflection of something dark in the gloss of a family photo.

“Okay.”

She got her jacket first to protect herself against the night chill, then wondered how to do this. She was used to Kara flying her, but it was usually after being caught from a fall or scooped from danger and whisked to safety. Casually flying hadn’t really been their thing.

She settled on looping her arms about Kara’s neck.

She hesitated. “Lena, are you sure? Your heart is beating pretty fast.”

“You won’t drop me?”

“Never.”

Lena nodded and Kara swept her arms under Lena, one arm under her knees, the other curled around her waist. Of course it was effortless- for Kara, raising a cement mixer over her head was effortless. She stepped up to the railing of the balcony and paused when Lena tensed.

Lena closed her eyes as Kara stepped into empty air. She realized that she didn’t know how Kryptonians fly; she suspected Kara didn’t know either. It just happened.

Lena kept her eyes shut. Kara flew, holding her gently but firmly. If not for the wind buffeting her, Lena wouldn’t have known she was hundreds of feet in the air.

Finally she felt the soft impact of Kara’s boots on the ground and opened her eyes as Kara lowered her to her feet.

“Where are we?”

Lena looked around. They were in a baseball diamond, probably for little league games, in a small park.

“The suburbs. No one bothers me at night if I stop here. It’s a good place to think.”

Kara walked over to the bleachers and sat down. She looked so forlorn, so terribly sad, and Lena quickly sat beside her.

Kara didn’t speak. She saw the slight tremor of Lena’s restrained shiver, and without a word unclasped her cape and swept it around Lena.

“Thanks,” said Lena. “This makes a good blanket.”

Kara smiled. “That is a blanket. Kal… Clark’s birth parents, my aunt and uncle, sent it with him to Earth. Martha made it part of his first suit. The one she made.”

Lena stared at her for a moment. She rarely spoke of her cousin, and when she did, it had an odd, detached tone to it. A kind of resentment. She sounded fond now, and familiar. Lena knew who he was, of course; once she knew who Kara was, deducing who her cousin was turned out to be a simple thing. Yet Kara had never dropped his name so casually in conversation. It was intimate. Familiar.

“Speaking of Clark,” said Kara. “He sent me a message today. He’s staying on Argo with Lois and their child. He’s not coming home.”

Kara caught herself, eyes wide. Lena waited, holding a tense breath.

“Kara, what is it?”

“I can’t remember when I started thinking of Earth as home,” said Kara. “Just like I can’t remember when I started thinking in English instead of translating my thoughts.”

Lena poked an arm out of the cape to rest a hand on Kara’s shoulder.

“You’re thinking about joining them.”

Kara looked down. “I almost did before, but I was needed here. I don’t feel needed so much anymore. There’s so many more heroes now- Bruce has a whole team he’s built, and there’s Diana now and of course Barry and Oliver and… they can handle a lot of it. I don’t even put the suit on every day anymore.”

Lena felt a terrible, frigid chill. Colder than the night, colder than death. She looked at Kara, really looked at her, lit by lamplight, a golden beauty in the dark. She was so hauntingly, achingly beautiful. Lena could still remember the feeling when she saw Kara for the first time in her office, how her face must have betrayed her. My God, who is this?

“Are you thinking about going?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure. I don’t know what to do. My people need every Kryptonian to come home and rebuild our culture and way of life. I have a sacred duty.”

Lena met her gaze levelly, feeling undone by it. Kara’s eyes were soft, full of an aching, unasked question.

“You keep talking about being needed, about duty,” Lena said. “The whole time I’ve known you it’s been about oaths and obligations and responsibilities. What do you want, Kara? What is your heart’s desire? Whatever it is, if you ask me, you deserve it. Whatever debt you think you owe the universe, you’ve paid it back in full with interest and gratuities.”

Kara looked away. “I know what I want, but I’m scared to ask for it.”

“I’ve never known you to be scared of anything.”

“I’m scared of being hurt. I’m scared of hurting someone else. What if I’m wrong? I’ve always been wrong about this one thing. I don’t want to lose you by asking the wrong question.”

Me? Lena thought. Why would…

Lena’s heart raced anew. The shock felt like she’d spilled cold water from her heart, racing down her limbs. She felt as heavy as stone and as light as a feather, and the flutter in her belly made her regret the scotch.

“I don’t want to go,” Kara sighed. “This is my home now. Krypton… Krypton is gone and it probably should be. I hope Clark can show the survivors a better way. There were a lot of things my people did wrong.”

“Kara, you can’t go. Okay? You can’t. You are needed here. I need you.”

Kara turned abruptly, eyes wide.

“Why did you wait so long?” Lena whispered.

“After everything I did, I… I was as afraid. I hurt you so much, caused you so much pain. Why would you…”

“Because you get so excited when you land on Park Place,” said Lena. “Because you sing to yourself when no one is looking. Because you’re bored to tears watching documentaries with me but you do it anyway. Because you always flex your muscles when you pop a cork from a bottle. Because you save me and cherish me and treat me like a queen, and you always have. Yes, Kara, you hurt me, but no one is perfect. I’m just as guilty.”

“What do you want, Lena? What’s your hearts desire?”

“I think you already know that and you’re just too scared to admit it.”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“Stay with me. Choose me,” said Lena.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I seriously thought you’d never ask,” said Lena.

Kara tilted in close. Sitting on the old faded wood of the bleachers with a blanket around her, she felt so young. She hadn’t been this giddy about a kiss since middle school. No; she’s never been this giddy ever, not a day in her life. Kara’s lips touched hers and despite the chasteness of it, she let out a soft moan.

Kara took it as an invitation and the kiss deepened, and she slipped under the blanket so they were both wrapped in it and her arms found Lena’s waist. When she tucked her head under Kara’s chin and pressed into her arms, she felt so safe, so sheltered. It was perfect, like finally finding home, and they were still there when the sun found them and Kara carried her into the morning sky.

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gallaghersgal · 6 months ago

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first misses || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem!reader

warnings & tags: no warnings! fluff, fluff, and more fluff. first kiss scenario. giving carmen the sweet innocent childhood moments he deserves. growing apart but finding each other again <33

a/n: thank u to worm for the idea, and to the tumblr baddie collective for cheering me on! my first FULL length carmy fic, and my first work over 1k in ... actual years i think.

wc: 1.3k

Carmen never liked wearing glasses. they fogged up too often, or slipped down the bridge of his nose. and one time, when he was eleven years old, they just about ruined his life.

You were the prettiest girl in the fifth grade, a Chicago transplant, and the apple of every little boy's eye. But you only had eyes for one Carmen Berzatto. The day you made him hold your hand to cross the street on the field trip to the art museum, he knew he couldn't let summer roll around without telling you how he felt. But Mikey teased him, and Sugar tried her best but her advice sounded too motherly, so Carmen was left to plot for himself.

He still remembers that day, the last day of fifth grade. The pretty gingham dress with the little bow you wore—your Dorothy dress, as you called it—and your hair tied up to play field games with the other kids waiting at pickup. He had tugged you behind the bleachers with nervous, sweaty palms, thankful that you didn't notice or at the very least held back any comments.

"I wanna kiss you," he blurted out, cheeks turning pink at the admission. "C-Can i kiss you?"

You looked down at your feet for a minute, tennis shoe toe digging into the gravel, before you looked up at him. "Um, sure!" you grinned shyly, and Carmen felt like his world was skidding to a halt right then and there. "I've never kissed anyone before. like, on the lips?"

"I-I h-haven't either," he stammered, his face going pale with nerves. His hands began to shake when you stepped up closer.

"That's okay, I think it's easy."

You held out your hand until Carmen took it, then closed your eyes to lean in. He couldn't help but stare curiously, and the moment unfolded before his eyes. Before you could kiss him, your brow ran right into the wireframe of his glasses. You pulled back, a little startled, one eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, 'm s-sorry," he said nervously, watching as you scrunch your nose in concentration. Before he knew what was happening you'd leaned in again. Your lips barely brushed his, those stupid glasses still in the way, but it was a kiss. It counted.

You pulled back with a wide grin, "there! Now we had our first kiss!"

Carmen wanted to say something, he really did. Maybe ask to sign your yearbook, or if you’d want to come see a movie with him, but the teacher was calling your name. You had to leave. You had to leave, and Carmen didn't know if he'd see you at all, for the whole summer. His little heart ached at the thought of not seeing your smile. Not hearing your laugh. Missing the way you always smelled like strawberries and vanilla from your little hand sanitizer, the one he always asked to borrow after recess.

But at that moment you were standing in front of him, with that same pretty grin, and throwing your arms around him for a quick hug. You turned to leave, then turned back, just to surprise him with a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Bye Carmy! Have a good summer!" you said, before running off.

And Carmen just stood there, awestruck.

Sure, he saw you again the next year, but a lot happened that summer. The transition to middle school was a big one, you weren't in any classes together, and year by year the two of you grew apart until Carmen was halfway across the country and you were nothing but a memory.

He didn't see you again until, god, at least thirteen years later. He wasn't sure how long it had been. He wasn't even sure how he'd managed to bump into you. But a few hours and a coffee later you'd given him your number. And that night you'd texted him; would you wanna go out, like on a date? i couldn't bring myself to ask you face to face. but i think it would be nice. just lmk :)

And it was nice. you wore a dress that looked amazing against your skin, and he got to finally tell you how pretty you were, after all the years of silence. After the days spent sketching you in the margins of his notebooks, peering at you from across the cafeteria, and showing up to football games just to get a glimpse of you with your friends. You looked beautiful as ever, and he made sure to tell you.

“Y’know, I always thought you were so pretty” he mumbled, sounding reverent as he stood outside your apartment door. Your back was against your door, hands not even bothering with pushing it open.

“That’s really sweet, Carmy,” you whispered. One hand raised up to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. His cheeks were tinted a soft pink, that same lovely color you’d see when you were young. The one you’d crack jokes, give lingering glances, and throw compliments his way just to see.

Carmen’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was committing your image to memory. Maybe he was.

“Do you remember the last day of fifth grade?” you asked cautiously, waiting for him to open his eyes before continuing. “When we kissed under the bleachers?” His embarrassment was written across his face, cheeks flushed and eyes cast down to the floor. You took one curl by the side of his face around your finger, twirled it into a perfect little spiral just to let it go again. Patiently, you waited for him to speak.

“Y-Yeah, yeah. I remember,” he replied with a quiet laugh. “I went home and begged my mom not to make me wear glasses anymore. As if she could’ve done anything about my shitty eyesight,” he added with a scoff.

“Hm. Well, I mean, I guess it worked. You got contacts, yeah? Or are you just blind as a bat?” you asked, and brought your eyes up to meet his own. “Do you wanna try again?” You tacked the last sentence on, almost like an afterthought, afraid if you took too much time to think on it you’d chicken out entirely.

Carmen grinned, and you swore it was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Not the tight lipped smile he often wore in photos, no, this was all teeth and sparkling eyes and joy. Like the kid under the bleachers all those years ago.

“Bats, uhm, they- they aren’t,” he stammered, his hands shaking as they held on to your hips. “Common mistake, see, they’ve actually got-”

“Carmen,” you interrupted softly. He only hummed in response, a soft affirmative noise that let you know he wanted this too. As if the way he looked at you could’ve been interpreted any other way. “Just kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips were soft–if not a little chapped, but you didn’t mind–when they finally brushed yours, this time with no pesky glasses in the way. One of his hands moved up to the back of your neck, cradling you there.

To call the moment bliss would’ve been an understatement.

When Carmen finally pulled away from you his eyes remained closed, soaking up the moment, afraid he’d look again to find it was all a dream. A dream he’d had over and over, each night as he drifted off. The sweet girl he’d once known, finally in his arms again.

When his blue eyes finally made their reappearance you were staring at him, analyzing his expression as one finger twirled around that same little curl. “You should come inside,” you told him, and he winced slightly.

“I-I, don’t wanna fuck it up. Don't wanna rush... this,” he admitted breathlessly, to which you shook your head.

“Nothing like that. Just, don’t wanna stop talking to you,” you explained, showing your intentions were to take this slow. To learn him again, or, was it for the first time? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his smile, as he nodded and followed you inside.

end.

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cozage · 1 year ago

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Congrats on 2k!!!!

For the request I was wondering if you could do the ASL boys confessing to their childhood friend that they've had a crush on:) and if it's not too much could you add shanks as well?? It's okay if not!

I love your writing it's the best just make sure you're taking care of yourself!! <3

A/N: Some of these are kind of subtle, but I think subtle is their way of confessing after that long :) Characters: gn reader x Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Shanks CW: Marineford spoilers Total word count: 873

From Friends to Lovers

Ace

“She looks like your type,” you mumbled, nudging Ace. A girl at the end of the bar had been eyeing him all night.

“And how do you know my type?” Ace asked, raising his eyebrow at you. He was slurring his words just slightly; enough for you to know he was drunk.

“Please. We’ve been friends forever, and we’ve sailed together for two years. I know what kind of girls you go for.” You laughed, pushing down the jealousy that churned in your stomach.

“You must not,” Ace said, leaning his head against you. "I'll stay right where I am."

“Go talk to her,” you urged. “It’s not doing you any good being by my side.”

He frowned at you. “What do you mean? I’m already sitting next to the hottest person in the bar.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove.

“I’m serious.” He had a newfound urgency in his voice. “You’re the only one for me. You’ve always been the only one for me.”

Your heart skipped a beat. There was no way he could be serious right now. He was drunk and stupid.

He saw the bewilderment on your face and gave you a goofy grin. “Are you just now realizing I’m head over heels for you?! I thought I had made that obvious from day one!”

Sabo

You stared at the man before you, unsure how to react. He looked like Sabo. He definitely acted like Sabo. Even his name was Sabo. But it had to be a coincidence.

“No,” you said. “Sabo died. Sabo died a long time ago.”

“There was this one winter day where we went sledding,” he said. “We raced Ace and Luffy down the hill a hundred times. They kept trying to beat us, but they never could. And then Dadan made us go inside and gave us hot chocolate and let us all sleep together in one big bed that night because it was so cold. I said it was the best day ever because we got to spend it together.”

Tears filled your eyes as he spoke. “You died,” you whispered again.

You were talking to a ghost. You were afraid any moment you’d wake up and be left alone again. Just like when he had died. Just like when Ace had died, and Luffy had disappeared.

“I lost my memories from the head injury and was taken in by the Revolutionary Army. I only remembered after I saw the headlines about…”

“Ace,” you whispered, tears spilling over. It still hurt to think about.

“I’ll never leave you again,” he promised. “Come back with me to the Revolutionary Army. We’ll keep you safe. I want to hear about everything.”

“Sabo-”

“Please,” he begged. “I know I just remembered you, but my heart has ached every moment we’ve been apart. I just found you again and I’m starting to feel whole. Please-please don’t leave yet.”

Luffy

“Heeeeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” Luffys voice rang out from above you, and you instinctually braced yourself.

He slammed into you, sending the both of you falling to the ground. You screamed out in glee as rubber arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

“It’s been a while, Luffy!”

“I can’t believe it’s really you!” He shouted. “What are you doing here?”

“This is my home, idiot!” You laughed, trying to squirm out from under him.

Moving away from his grip was proving to be quite difficult though, considering Luffy’s body weight was on top of you, his arms still tightly around you to prevent you from moving.

“Your home was Windmill Village. I’ve missed you since you left.”

Tears filled your eyes, and you suddenly enjoyed his closeness “I missed you too, Luffy.”

“Sail with me and my crew,” he said, pulling away slightly to look in your eyes, begging you with his big, dark eyes. “I want you to join me.”

You raised your eyebrow. “I have a life here, Luffy. I can’t-“

“Make a life with me!” He whined. “Come on!!”

“You still want to be King of the Pirates?”

“I can only do it with you by my side.”

Shanks

A red-haired man sat down next to you in the bar, glancing your way.

“Come here often?” he asked, sliding your favorite beer over to you.

“Only in town for the week.” A smile danced across your lips. “My pain in the ass captain has us on a tight schedule.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his jolly laugh, the room brightening as his voice echoed through it.

“He sounds like tough work,” Shanks said, wiping a tear from his eye.

“He is!” You took a long drink of your beer. “I’ve been sailing with him my whole life, I think I would know.”

He smirked. “And you’re not tired of him yet?”

“Nah,” you chuckled. “I could never get tired of you.”

Your words caught up with your brain, and your cheeks turned a deep pink at the realization of what you had said.

“Good, because I’ll never get tired of you either. ” Shanks gave you a softy, gentle smile and cupped your cheek with his hand. “So you’re stuck with me for the rest of time, okay? You’re all mine.”

“Of course, Captain.”

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daisymbin · 2 months ago

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46. "you doodled hearts in my notebook again." with woozi :’)

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fluff prompt #46: "you doodled hearts in my notebook again."

jihoon flipped open his notebook, ready to show the boys the new lyrics he'd been working on. the practice room was its usual chaos—mingyu rummaging through snack bags, chan tapping out a beat on his knee—but they quieted when jihoon cleared his throat.

“alright, listen to this,” he began, but the words caught in his throat when he looked down.

his notebook, usually filled with meticulous handwriting and carefully crafted lyrics, was now decorated with tiny hearts scattered across the margins.

“oh my god,” mingyu gasped, leaning over before jihoon could close the notebook. “again?”

chan burst into laughter, craning his neck to look. “that’s the third time this month, isn’t it? your notebook’s turning into a scrapbook.”

“it’s cute,” mingyu teased, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “you know she does it because she loves you, right?”

jihoon sighed, snapping the notebook shut. “can we focus on the lyrics?”

chan grinned, nudging mingyu. “i think he likes it, though. look at him blushing.”

“i’m not blushing,” jihoon shot back, his ears burning as he stuffed the notebook into his bag.

mingyu waved him off with a laugh. “whatever you say, loverboy. now, are you going to play us the song, or are we just here for show-and-tell?”

“the song,” jihoon muttered, trying to suppress the small smile tugging at his lips. no matter how much they teased him, he couldn’t deny how those little hearts made him feel.

later that evening, jihoon walked through the front door of your shared apartment, the soft glow of the living room lights welcoming him home. you were on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, flipping through a book. you looked up when you heard him, your face lighting up.

“you’re home,” you light up, setting the book aside. “how was work today?”

jihoon shrugged off his bag and walked over to join you on the couch. he sat beside you, leaning his head against your shoulder as the rest of his body melts against you. he let out a tired sigh, but there was something warm and soft in his expression.

“it was fine,” he said, glancing up at you. after a beat, a small smile crept onto his face. “you doodled hearts in my notebook again.”

your eyes widened, and you immediately covered your mouth to stifle a laugh. “oh no. did the guys see?”

jihoon nodded, the memory still fresh in his mind. “mingyu wouldn’t shut up about it. chan either.”

“i’m sorry,” you said, though you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. “i didn’t think they’d notice.”

jihoon shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching. “they notice everything. but it’s fine.”

you raised an eyebrow. “fine? you didn’t hate it?”

he let out a soft chuckle, leaning his head back against the couch. “hate it? no. i mean... it’s a tiny bit embarrassing, sure, but...”

“but what?” you pressed, leaning closer to him.

he glanced at you, his expression softening. “but it’s nice. it makes me think of you while i’m working.”

your cheeks flushed, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. “so you do like it.”

jihoon rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face. “don’t push it.”

“you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you teased, poking his cheek. “maybe i should add more next time.”

“just don’t cover up my lyrics,” he muttered, though his tone was light.

you let out a laugh, holding out your pinky.

he stared at your pinky for a moment before linking it with his, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“you know,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter, “those little things you do... they mean a lot. even if mingyu and chan make it their mission to humiliate me over it.”

you leaned your head on his shoulder, your smile softening. “you really think so? i can stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”

jihoon’s eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head quickly. “no, don’t stop. i like it.”

you tilted your head to look at him, surprised by how earnest he sounded. “even if the guys keep teasing you about it?”

he let out a soft chuckle, his fingers brushing against yours. “let them. they can say whatever they want. it doesn’t matter.”

“why not?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

jihoon turned his head to meet your gaze, his expression warm and sincere. “because it’s you. and i love everything about you. even your silly little doodles.”

your heart skipped at his words, the quiet affection in his voice making your chest ache in the best way. you smiled, letting your hand slip into his, your fingers intertwining.

“okay,” you murmured, your voice teasing but soft. “i won’t stop, then.”

jihoon smiled back, pressing a light kiss to your temple. “good. because, i dont want you to. & honestly, i think i’d miss them if you did.”

and for a moment, the teasing and chaos of the day faded away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet comfort of home. the hearts you doodled might have been small, but to jihoon, they were reminders of everything he cherished about you—your love, your care, and the way you always managed to brighten his day.

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back2bluesidex · 2 months ago

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Six Degrees of Separation - MYG [Preview]

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Pairing: Best Friend!Yoongi X Female Reader X Doctor!Seokjin

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au, pining, more angst, eventual cheating and smut and fluff.

Word count: Each part will contain 1k to 2k words.

Summary: Break up hurts, but being rejected by the man you have loved for five solid years and losing him and his friendship in one damn night - only for him to show up a year later holding your cousin's hand all ready to tie the knot hurts more.

Break up hurts, but going through all six degrees of separation from the Man who was never yours - hurts a lot more.

Warnings: heartbreak, rejection.

Update Schedule: Every Tuesday 4:30 am UTC.

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Chapter index:

Prologue

Degree 1: Shock

Degree 2: Denial and Desperation

Degree 3: Anger

Degree 4: Depression

Intermission - Meeting Seokjin

Intermission 02: Min Yoongi

Degree 5: Acceptance

Intermission 03: Hyeri

Degree 6: Moving on

The Gaps of the Theory

The Exceptional Case

“So, do you have anyone under your radar? Anyone you like?” Yoongi is funnily interested now. It’s probably the most interested he has been in your love-life.

Again, the reasons stay unaware.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” You manage to utter, heart already acting wild inside your ribcage.

“Really? Who is it? Do I know him?” Your best friend perks up.

Curiosity makes him look so young. You see the young, twenty one years old Yoongi whom you met through Jimin. You see the Yoongi with mint hair too focused on the bottle of your nail polish reading the chemicals that it contains, you see the twenty three year old boy who waited for you at the hospital lobby when you banged your head against the corner of your bed, you see the twenty four year old man who cried like a baby in your embrace when his grandfather passed away - right then you realized you never wanted to see him cry again. Right then you realized Yoongi’s happiness means more to you than your own.

You see the twenty five year old Yoongi, the Yoongi who made you realize what jealousy is, the Yoongi who made you realize - you had fallen in love with him.

“It’s you. I am in love with you.” it’s not you, it’s the memories you share with him that makes you speak, that makes you confess. You never meant to say these words without any preparation, you never meant to say these words until you reach your breaking point - maybe you have reached it after five years?

Your chain of thought has clouded your head so much that your mouth ran in its own accord.

And you regret it.

You regret letting out the truth you have successfully hidden for the past five years because the look you see in Yoongi’s face can’t be compared to anything you have seen before.

It’s a mixture of disgust, disappointment and hurt.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t-”

“Why can’t I, Yoongi? Is it forbidden for me to love you?” You chuckle dryly.

Yoongi closes his eyes, runs a hand through his hair and sighs deeply. “If this is a prank, Y/N, I-”

“It’s not a prank, Yoongi! I love you! I really do. I have been in love with you for the last five years but you are just too blind to see!”

Yoongi turns his back towards you, as if looking at your face will pollute his vision now, “I wasn’t blind. I was just- was just praying to be wrong, Y/N! Damn it! This is not right. You and I, we are friends! This is not-”

While you have been praying for Yoongi to feel the same, Yoongi has been praying for the complete opposite. As his words sink in your blood, your vision starts blurring.

“Yoongi, can’t you try?” You plead. Never in your life have you ever considered pleading with anyone for love - but when it comes to Min Yoongi, your resolves don’t last long.

“No! No, Y/N! I can’t. You are my friend. My best friend. I can’t see you as anything else!” He finally looks at you, looks into you and rows his words deep in your soul.

Yoongi takes a step back from your figure, then another, then another, “and just so you know… I have someone.”

With that he walks away in the opposite direction, leaving you behind.

The first stage of separation is Shock.

They say shock happens on both physical and psychological level, that it leaves you feeling out of your own body.

As you stare at his retreating figure with tears making a mess on your face, you realize, you just reached the first degree of separation from Min Yoongi - a man who was never yours to begin with.

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angels-fantasy · 10 months ago

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Hi! I really liked the Katsukis memories one, so I can suggest you make like Bakugo a few years ago got out of a really toxic relationship and he couldn’t really trust anyone because his last girlfriend or boyfriend used him for his money and fame being the no.2 hero, until he met reader. So now he’s taking them to his old childhood hood to met his parents. Mitsuki also didn’t really trust anyone to be with his baby boy, but when she saw you walk through the door, I feel like she would make a connection and had really good vibes with reader. Thank for reading!🧡💚🖤

Perfect (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details/Warnings: established relationship, mention of a toxic ex, meeting the parents

Word Count: 1.1k

thank you for your suggestion and your kind comment! this was pretty fun to write so i hope i did it justice. i liked this :)

When someone you love treats you horribly, it's something you never forget. It scars you, and no matter how hard you try to get over it, that pain and those bad memories are always going to be there.

It takes a lot of time to heal from these kinds of things, but it's possible. For Katsuki, it took three years. His last relationship was great at first. He was happy and in love, and he thought his partner was too until they revealed their true colors.

After a year of dating they made it clear that they were only with him because of his status as a pro hero and his money. This was heart breaking of course. It hurts to find out the person you loved never loved you. Katsuki was angry and hurt, so he ended things immediately and swore to himself that he'd never date anyone again. He avoided any type of romantic relationship for the next three years while he focused on himself, until he met you.

Meeting you was unexpected, like most relationships are. He was very closed off at first and hesitant to get to know you, but you were able to crack open his shell and find him waiting on the inside.

Before you started dating, you didn't know about his past relationship but you knew something must've happened for him to be so guarded. So you made sure to let him take the lead in everything. You didn't want him to feel pressured, so you would let him make all the first moves.

When he eventually asked you to be official you were extremely happy that he trusted you enough to try dating again, since a month prior he told you about his last relationship.

Now, six months later, he wanted you to meet his parents. But they were hesitant too.

"I don't know Katsuki. Are you sure they're not like the last one?" Mitsuki asked.

Katsuki was currently at his parent's house, asking them if he could bring you over this weekend because he wanted them to meet you.

He groaned, "Yes, I'm sure. I knew them for a year before we started dating, and they're really understanding about everything that happened before."

His dad, Masaru, spoke up, "We're just worried about you son. We don't want you to get hurt like last time."

Katsuki looked down, "I know, but just trust me, okay? They're a really great person and I think you'll like them."

His parents looked at each other, then Mitsuki said "Fine. Bring them over this weekend at 5:00 pm. I'll make dinner."

Katsuki smiled.

Fast forward to the weekend, it was now the day you were meeting his parents and to say you were nervous is an understatement. Your boyfriend has mentioned before that his mom was a lot like him, so you were afraid she'd criticize you right away. He did say his dad was much calmer, but you were still afraid.

"I'm scared Katsuki. What if they don't like me?" You asked as you two parked outside of his childhood home.

He put a hand on your head, "Relax babe, I already talked to them. I know they're gonna love ya, alright? And if they don't then they can fuck off-"

"Katsuki!"

"It's true. I know they're my parents but I'm with you, and if they can't respect that then I won't talk to them."

You took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay. Can you hold my hand while we walk in?"

He nodded and did exactly as you asked as you both walked up to the large doors of the house. He knocked loudly twice before opening the door, announcing his arrival.

"Hag, I'm home!" He yelled, "Hey old man." He said to a man with glasses and brown spiky hair that was sitting at the dinner table.

The man was about to speak up but was cut off by a woman yelling, "I told you to stop calling me hag, brat!" Then, a woman that looked just like Katsuki walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh-Hello there! I'm Mistuki." She said and shook your hand.

You smiled and gave her your name, "It's so nice to meet you. You have really beautiful skin."

She laughed loudly, "That's thanks to my quirk, glycerin. Keeps my skin moisturized. Now both of you come and sit down! I made dinner for everyone."

Katsuki continued holding your hand and walked you to the dining table next to the man who you were assuming was his father.

He smiled and held out a hand, "I'm Masaru, Katsuki's father. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you'll excuse my wife, she can be a bit, well-I'm sure you know." He said with a small laugh. You noticed he was much more soft spoken compared to his wife and son.

You continued to talk to him and Katsuki at the table until Mitsuki came and placed the dish on the table. You were able to tell right away that she had made katsu curry.

You each served yourselves, though Katsuki kept insisting he serve you.

"Stop it. I want to do it." You said pushing him lightly.

He kissed his teeth, "Just let me do it will ya?"

"No." You then bumped him with your hip and served yourself, quickly serving him as well, making him sigh.

As you two communicated in your own way, his parents smiled at your interaction. Mitsuki was a little hesitant to, but Masaru rubbed her shoulder almost to let her know he was okay.

During dinner you all talked about everyday things, mostly surrounding you and Katsuki's relationship.

"So, how did you guys meet?" Mitsuki asked.

"We actually met at the public library." You said, "It was in the romance section, coincidentally."

"Yeah and you were picking a shitty book." Katsuki spoke up.

"Hey it wasn't my fault! I didn't even know anything about it."

As dinner went on, his parents, especially his mother, realized that you really were different than his last partner. They could see the way you cared for him just by how you spoke to him and interacted with him. Even the little touches you gave him on his shoulder or arm here and there.

At the end of the night when you said your goodbyes, his parents made sure to see you both out.

Mitsuki hugged you tightly and whispered "Thanks for taking care of my boy." Pulling away, she said "Come back anytime, all right? Don't let this brat convince you I'm crazy."

Katsuki rolled his eyes while you giggled.

Once you both drove away, Masaru asked his wife "So? What do we think?"

She nodded, "I think they're perfect."

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cherrychilli · 2 years ago

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18+

AFAB reader, cockwarming

A/N: A thought just worked its way into my mind like a hungry raccoon rustling through a trash can. I wrote this out in a hurry and I don't know what triggered this but here you go. Hope you enjoy this lil blurb.

Thinking of Steve who wants a new picture of the two of you together to keep in his wallet and your heart warms at the suggestion, immediately heading off to grab your polaroid camera. When you return you find him seated on your bed, beckoning you to come sit in his lap. You hand him the camera because his arms are longer than yours, cozying up close to him for the picture with your hair tickling his jaw and your face tucked by his neck. He aims the camera towards your faces in his outstretched arm, snapping the picture. You both watch it develop, a cute snapshot of the two of you, all smiles and sunny faces.

"What do you think? good enough to replace the old one?", you fan yourself with the picture, watching him mull over your question. "It's great but I think we can do better", he hints slowly with a glint in his eye. You squint your eyes at him in a quiet warning, pretty certain of what he has in mind. "Stevie, you're not keeping a picture of my tits in your wallet. Especially not after what almost happened last time", you remind him flatly. He laughs sheepishly at the memory.

A month back, Eddie Munson had swiftly picked Steve's wallet out of his back pocket with the intention of feeding one of the latter's dollar bills into the vending machine in exchange for bag of Lay's. Steve only mustered a half hearted grumble in response before remembering the picture of you he kept in his wallet. Technically, you were clothed in the photo but what made it strictly for Steve's eyes only was that the little white strappy tank top you were dressed in was completely soaked, your tits showing through the translucent fabric clearly.

He had several questions aimed his way when he swatted the umber wallet out of Eddie's ringed fingers just a second before the darker haired boy had a chance to flip the folded leather open. Chiefly 'What the fuck, Harrington?', but Steve ignored them all in favor of collecting his wallet off the ground before pulling out a five and holding it out to Eddie in recompense. Walking away with four bags more than he would have afforded with the single dollar, Eddie didn't press any further for answers and the instance was considered forgotten. At least to him.

"No, I wasn't going to suggest that", Steve assured you. "But if I'm being completely honest, I do miss having one of your secret pictures", he confessed, fingers dancing along your thigh. You scoff lightly, rolling your eyes at him. "Steve, you have plenty in that box under your bed. I'd know, I'm the one who gave them to you".

He shakes his head. "What I mean is that I miss having one with me. You know? being able to look at it whenever I want and where ever I am".

"Oh...", you soften. Besides the close call with Eddie, you did like knowing how much your naughty snapshot had excited Steve, especially when you saw the way he glanced at it whenever he opened up his wallet to treat you.

"So I was thinking...what if we took one that looked innocent? one that only you and I really know about?", he suggested with a hopeful gaze.

Your face scrunched, unsure of how a picture like that might be taken. "How?"

"Fuck fuck fuck", you chanted under your breath, knees feeling wobbly. "Almost there angel, you're doing so good", Steve kissed along your neck, breath fanning over your heated skin. His cock was a little more than half way inside you, stretching you open as you carefully sunk down until you reached his base. His fingers are still wet from scissoring inside you, smearing your waist with traces of your arousal as he curls the digits there under your dress. "Fuck, you feel amazing. You realize how hot this is?". You did. The way you're soaking his dick is evidence of that.

Seated in his lap with his cock sheathed completely inside you now, your head spun. Both from the fullness and the thought of no one else but the two of you knowing the truth about the picture you're about to take. Your dress conceals where you're both joined, your skirt spread out to further cover where Steve's jeans and boxers are pulled down around his mid thighs. He waits for your breath to steady before he picks up the camera, chin resting on your shoulder. "Ready, baby?", he coos gently, fingers rubbing soothingly at your waist. You swallow back a whimper when you feel him twitch inside you. "Yeah", you finally utter. "I'm ready".

"That's my good girl", he raises the camera once more, aiming it at your faces as you muster up a smile to match the one in your first picture.

"Just sit there and keep looking pretty for me"

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things

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somedayillbepeterpan · 7 months ago

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I made a post about a side by side of Pen and Colin's first and last dance (so far) from S1 and S3 and now I'm drowning in the feels of it.

LOOK AT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THESE TWO LAST SHOTS

S1E1 - Vauxhall ball dance

Them being such babies. Them jumping around, utterly caught by the energy of the dance. This is the first dance that Pen ever has after she's come out in society and I want to say that this is the first time that she's actually seen Colin as a man after he "rescued her". This is when the rose-coloured tinted glasses are shining brightly on her face as she looks at this boy she grew up with dancing with her in public, laughing and holding her in his arms. This is the first time she was held by another man in her life (I don't think her dad was ever affectionate towards her). Her first physical encounter with a man and it's with Colin no less (Colin really is first in everything where Penelope is concerned).

Even though there is a closeness between her and Colin already at this time, there is always Eloise in the middle. We think that Eloise being away in S3 gave them a chance to be alone together but Pen's 1st season out in society actually also gave the first chance of being alone with Colin (and then Marina came and ruined it all).

I also want to note that Pen is utterly cute in this scene. Ladies aren't supposed to wear their hair out the way Pen has it here. This alone should have told us that she is a rebel but also of how invisible she is.

Last thing to note (and this maybe just because of editing or this very beautiful but challenging height difference these two have blocking wise) is that we don't really see their faces clearly (I checked the actual video and it really is shot like that). We're only meant to feel the amusement these two have over this brief dance and I'm sure Pen went home on Cloud 9, thinking about this dance over and over.

It was her first romantic core memory.

Now we go to this scene:

S3E8 - Dankworth - Finch ball dance (Butterfly dance)

I have so many feelings about this dance. Firstly, their hand size difference!

Their smiles! Them overcoming such a huge obstacle! Colin just blasting every other love confession I've seen on this show! Them accepting each other fully, finally seeing each other for who they are. Them now ready to fully embrace their married life. I could go on and on and I will.

Both looking so ridiculously happy in this slow, intimate dance. Both looking so sexy and powerful, showing their acceptance of their maturity. It took them a while and a whole angsty journey but watching them take each step towards each other spoke to my heart and soul deeply. Their smiles in this dance was such a treat after being subjected to heartbreak.

In comparison with the shot in S1E1, we see both from their heads to their body (heart) but behind other dancers. I'm just thinking that this is the director saying this now will be your POV of Pen and Colin-- at the start of living their lives openly.

(I'm feeling sleepy now but I want to finish this)

It is so rewarding to see the journey that Pen and Colin goes through. I've been rewatching all 3 seasons and catching the growth between these two is so fascinating. The parallels, the clues, the subtle performances that Nic and Luke have been presenting on the table since S1. All so overwhelming at times at how privileged I feel to see their story laid out so beautifully.

What a gift Pen and Colin's love story is. I love their love and I'll stay here just for a little bit.

#vauxhall ball #butterfly ball #dankworth-finch ball #S1e1 #S3e8 #polin dances #polin #bridgerton #nicola coughlan #luke newton #netflix #bridgerton seaosn 3 #bridgerton season three #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton season 3 #netflix bridgerton #i love their love #i'll just stay here for a while

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Break it first

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 2

Prompt: Came back wrong

Rated: M

CW: Mind control/brainwashing; Possessive behavior; Referenced character death; Aftermath of trauma; Aftermath of injury; Kidnapping

Tags: Kas!Eddie Munson; Dark Eddie Munson

Notes: So, I already had a fill for this prompt, but then @house-of-the-moving-image showed me this stunning piece of art and my brain broke like Steve's. We both have a bunch of other fills coming up for this challenge, quite a few of them collabs, and I'm so, so stoked to share!!! ❤️

He still remembers how fragile Steve looked.

They were in the boat house, Steve and Eddie. The others had gone out for supplies, but Steve had insisted on hanging back. Eddie hadn’t protested, even though the thought made his heart rabbit.

The second they were alone, Steve let himself slide down the wall and curled into a ball on the floor, face hidden between hunched knees, shaking hands clawing at his own temples.

“Hey, man!” Eddie jumped in alarm. “You okay?”

Steve took a while to reply.

“Fine,” he claimed, but his smile was a tense thing in a too-pale face. “Just headaches. Been getting them a lot. Robin thinks it's 'cause I got knocked around a few times too many."

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, pulled a strand of hair in front of his face. "That … happen often in your line of business?"

And Steve told him.

About fighting monsters with nothing but a nail bat. About Billy Hargrove. About Russian torture chambers and the headaches and the nightmares and the ringing in his right ear that never really went away. He looked so young, so beautiful, so broken. Eddie wanted to scoop him up and put him back together and hold him close so that nothing would ever hurt him again.

But he didn't.

Instead, he watched.

Watched how Steve squared his shoulders and put on a brave face for the kids. Watched as Steve threw himself to the front lines so that others wouldn’t have to. Watched as Steve got choked and torn apart, that golden skin painted in new scars, and told everyone not to worry, he was fine.

Eddie watched and Eddie didn't do a thing.

Because Eddie was weak.

Eddie was a coward.

It's a good thing he's dead.

Steve is still the one to throw himself into danger first. That's good. It makes it easy to catch him alone.

"You still have the scar on your neck …"

A flick of his wrist and the bats scatter into the clouds. Steve curses, scrambles to his knees, gropes for his fallen weapon- and freezes as he cradles his face in both hands, tilting his head up.

"... Eddie?"

"Not quite," he hums, sharp claws carding through soft hair. "I have his body and his memories, that's all. The name's Kas. I've been dying to meet you, sweet thing."

Those caramel eyes go wide. Steve tenses under his hands, tries to scramble away. That's okay, to be expected. He tightens his grip. Steve gasps as the vines on the ground wrap around his wrists and ankles.

"What are you-?"

"Sssh…" he brings their foreheads together, softly, slowly. Lets his mind wiggle inside the boy's, just a sliver at first, so he won't notice. Finds a crack, fine as a hairline, slips inside. Waits. "He was so in love with you, y'know that? It ate him alive, watching you sacrifice yourself over and over again. Seeing you suffer. Being unable to help, being unable to fix it."

Steve's mind flutters like a frightened bird as he encases it with his, gently, carefully. His arms twitch in their restraints, trying to break free.

He smiles. Always the fighter, his sweet boy.

"Dont worry," he coos. “I’ve got it all figured out now sweetheart. I’ll fix everything, promise."

"Eddie, wait-" Steve's mind flails. Realizes it's trapped, panicks, tries to break free-

And he pounces.

Steve struggles, briefly, but he doesn’t stand the ghost of a chance. He's human, and humans are weak. All it takes is a little pressure, and the tiny crack opens wide, welcoming him in.

Steve screams.

"I know, sweet thing, I know," he coos, curls himself around the boy's spasming body as he digs in deeper. "It'll only hurt for a moment. You'll feel so much better after."

He sees them now, the scars on that beautiful mind, the traces left by years and years of hurt. Sees how to fix them, sees what Eddie could never have seen. What Eddie was too soft, too cowardly to understand.

Sometimes, to fix something, you need to break it first.

And he does.

Tears at the cracks of that mind until it comes apart at the seams, shatters the fragments into so many tiny shards, grinds what is left into fine, fine dust. Steve screams and sobs and begs him to stop until his voice breaks. By the time the dust is ready to be molded back into shape, he is silent, bar for the occasional whimper.

He tells the vines to release their hold, cradles the limp body against his chest. He hums softly and kisses the tears from under the boy's unblinking eyes while he completes his work. He takes his time. This needs to be perfect.

"You with me, darling?"

Steve hums against the crook of his neck, so softly he nearly misses it.

When he looks down, those pretty eyes are blinking up at him, wide and wondrous like those of a newborn.

He chuckles. It's true in a way.

"Feeling all better?" he asks, claws softly tracing the shell of his boy's right ear. "Ringing should be gone?"

Steve doesn’t reply, just slips his eyes shut and nuzzles closer, every movement slow and sluggish.

He coos.

"Aw, sweetheart. You must be exhausted, that was a lot to take." He gently scratches at Steve's scalp, revels in the little sigh it gets him. "Don't worry. From now on, nothing's gonna hurt you ever again. I'll make sure of it."

Steve stirs a little at the soft press of lips against his forehead. His lids flutter, but they don’t open.

"That's it, honey, you rest. Let's take you home now."

By the time he has adjusted Steve's weight so that he can stand and start walking, his boy is fast asleep.

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nights-legacy · 10 months ago

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Gift From Eywa Pt. 2 - Neteyam

Main Masterlist ~ Avatar Masterlist

1583 words

Part 1

Warnings: none except slight spoilers of you haven't seen ATWOW

+ The impossible has happened. Neteyam was back, breathing and unharmed. No one can believe it but everyone is beyond happy. After the intial high of his return, it was time for Neteyam to learn about

"This is impossible." I said while sitting next to his head. After Aonung and Tsireya returned with help, we took him back to my marui and Ronal had met us. She immediately began to check him over.

"Quite." She said as she circled him but paused next to me. "Maybe your visions were not just from grief. I think Eywa was trying to tell you of his return." She gives me a smile, caressing my head. She moved on around me. I heard commotion outside and then Netyiri ran in. She froze in the door before letting out a loud cry.

"Neteyam!" She collapsed next to us. She was crying heavily. "This can't be real. This can't be real." She cried out as she hovered over his side.

"Neytiri..." She Looked up at me. "He's here. He's really here." She smiled and reached up to cup my face, setting her forehead against mine. I held her wrists as Jake came in at that moment with Tonowari behind him. He stumbled at the sight of his boy and Tonowari held him up.

"How?" The question came out as a puff of air.

"I'm not sure. But I see it as a Gift from Eywa." Ronal said blissfully. Jake knelt down behind Neytiri. She grabbed her son's hand to hold it to her chest and I felt Jake set his hand on my head. I looked at him and he was giving me a look asking if I was okay. I nodded with a smile. He moved his hand to my shoulder and kept it there.

After Ronal had checked him over and deemed him in good health, she left with instructions for me to look after him. She said she would return when he wakes. Everyone else left reluctantly when it came to turn in for the night. All except Lo'ak. He refused to leave.

"You carry too much sometimes, Skxawng." I chuckled as I placed a blanket over a sleeping Lo'ak who made his place in the corner. He hummed in his sleep as I covered him up.

I walked around, snuffing out the lights before returning to Neteyam's side. I laid down next to him and caressed his face. I sighed, afraid to fall asleep in case I woke up to it being just a dream. I forced myself to sleep with a hand on his breathing chest, over his beating heart.

"Hmm." Warmth from the morning sun woke me from my slumber. I squirmed under the blanket before sitting up. I peered around the room. The memory of yesterday came rushing back and I looked next to me. Neteyam was gone. "No... no, no, no." I got up and ran from the marui. I ran around the village, looking around frantically for the boy.

"I missed you so much." I heard Tuk yell. I ran in that direction and saw Neteyam in the middle of his family, Tuk attached to his waist. He was hugging his sister tight, cupping the back of her head. I slowed and stopped not far from the group.

"Neteyam..." I hiccupped in relief. His ears twitched before he looked toward me. His expression turned from joyous to concern.

"Yawne." He pulled away gently from his sister and ran towards me. I reached out for him and latched onto his shoulders as soon as he got close. I buried my head in his chest and let out the breath I was holding. "Oh love, I'm here."

"I thought... you were gone when I woke up. I thought it was all a d-dream." I stuttered. I sniffled and he cooed as he cupped the back of my head. I moved my head to his neck before looking up at him.

"Oh, love. I'm so sorry." He pulled back and cupped my face, nuzzling his nose against mine as he whispered some comforting words. I collapsed into his chest again and he held me tight. He cradled the back of my head and wrapped his other arm around my waist. "Lo'ak told me about how you've been lately and thought it was best to let you sleep. I'm sorry. I should have stayed close."

"No, no. It's alright. I know you would want to see your family. I just..." I trailed off while playing with on of his braids sheepishly.

"I know." He kissed my head before resting his cheek against my head. I looked over his shoulder and saw everyone watching us with smiles. A sad thought crossed my mind.

"Did they tell you?" I asked gently. I felt him grimace and pull away, realizing what I was asking. He held me by my biceps and I held onto his battle belt. He looked down and nodded. I placed my hand where the bullet wound should be. "I was so lost..."

"I'm here now. I don't know how or why but I'm here now." He set his forehead against mine, holding me tight against him.

"I hate to break up this tender moment up but I figure you're both getting pretty hungry?" Jake chuckled. As if on cue, both of our stomachs growled. I hid my face in Neteyam's chest in embarrassment.

"Come on bro. Let's get you both something to eat." Lo'ak came over and wrapped his arm around his brothers shoulder. Neteyam let his brother pull him away but paused when I didn't follow.

"Go on. I'll be along." I assured him. He brought my hand that he was still holding up to kiss it.

"Okay. Don't be to long. You have a lot to catch me up on." I watched as Lo'ak drug him into the marui. I chuckled and felt my heart swell at the sight. I turned and looked out over the water. I closed my eyes and took a big breath, thanking Eywa for the miracle. A tug on my hand brought me back.

"Come on, Y/N." I turned to see Kiri holding my hand to her chest. I smiled and squeezed her hand back.

"I'm coming." She pulled me along and had me sit next to Neteyam. I just stared at him as he ate, still in disbelief but ecstatic nonetheless.

After breakfast, Tonowari had arranged for a celebration in honor of Neteyam's miraculous return. It had been a long day of celebrating and the two of us needed a break. We stole away for a moment alone just before eclipse. The sun was setting over the water and the moment was serene.

"I can't believe I was gone for a year." He said softly while gripping my hand. I sighed and nodded.

"It was torture for the first few months... for all of us. Neytiri couldn't sleep, Kiri was less lively, and Tuk couldn't stop crying. Even Tsireya and Aonung were devastated beyond reproach. But...Lo’ak and Jake were especially torn up." I pulled him to a stop and we faced each other. "They both blame themselves heavily. No one could or can convince then otherwise."

"I know. I could see it in their eyes." He looked down, nose scrunching in distress.

"I honestly think Lo'ak blames himself for all of this." I ran my thumb up his nose, smoothing out the skin. He relaxed his face.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, he thinks if he never had gone to the old lab, We would have never had to move and we would not have had to fight the RDA at Three Brothers."

"What?! That's absurd. Quaritch would have done anything to come after Dad anyway! Regardless if Lo'ak and the others getting caught." He said, confused.

"I know." I reached up and cupped his neck. "And I think he needs to hear that from you. You're the only one I think he'll listen to on this."

"I will." He wrapped his arms around me. "You've mentioned how everyone fared... except you."

"Observant as always." I chuckled. I set my forehead against his chest. "I could hardly stand it."

"How so?"

"I was completely numb for days ...months." I looked up at them. "If it wasn't for Tuk, Tsireya, and everyone else, I would have faded away. I felt empty and couldn't find it in me to go on."

"Yawne..." I could see tears welling up in his eyes, anguish taking over his face. He pulled me into a tight hug, arms wrapped snugly around my form. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe you had to go through that. I'm..."

"Shh..." I placed my fingertips on his lips. I leaned up and kissed him. He immediately responded, kissing me softly. We pulled away but only a bit. Neteyam kissed my head. "It's okay. You're here now and that's all that matters."

"And I never plan to leave you or everyone else again." He said with soft determination. I nodded and nuzzled into his neck. He ran a hand up and down my back while the other ran through my hair. "And if you'll have me, I want to be mated to you as soon as possible. I don't want to wait any longer."

I saw Neteyam glance at me with a smile before he looked at the stars, too. Above us, the stars twinkled as if Eywa herself was answering me.

"Neither do I." I nose his cheek. As Eclipse came upon us we started back towards the village. I looked up at the stars and smiled. "Thank you Eywa for the best gift of my life."

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moon-child-goddess · 2 months ago

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Forget me not

Mattheo Riddle X Hufflepuff reader

Summary: Reader has lost her memories and Mattheo tries to help her get them back.

(For now no happy ending.)

Warnings: mentions of mental health problems, out of character maybe, Cursing , angst, mentions of injuries, some mentions of medical things, this is long,

A/N: I used the same nicknames from the last one and its not technically a continuation. It could be considered one. Once again over 6k words. This took me weeks to write so if I can work out part two it will be a min.

Something was wrong. My brain felt heavy, and I couldn’t really think straight. I wasn’t sure where I was or how I got here. An ache in my head grew sharper the more I tried to think. I laid my body across the stone bench trying to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart. I was on the verge of an anxiety attack, overwhelmed by the disorientation in my mind. Every thought I had was disjointed and made very little sense.

My body knew there was somewhere I was supposed to be, but my mind could not pinpoint it. The only answer I was getting was from the chirping crickets hidden in the grass below. My cheek began to tingle from being pressed against the no longer cold stone.

“Little badger?” A voice spoke from behind me. That name sounded so familiar, and my body automatically reacted to it, causing me to sit straight up. My spine stiffening.

I turned around there was a tall boy with dark curly hair looking right at me. He was leaning up against the tree, a brow raised. I just sat there, staring at him blankly. A rush of recognition stirring deep inside of me. I was flipping through everything I knew, and his name was not one of them.

Fuck I don’t think I even know who I am.

We must have been sitting in silence for at least a minute, and with every passing second, his forehead creased some more. He took quick, long strides towards me, closing the distance in less than a second. The boy bent over so we were making eye contact. His eyes moved rapidly over my face, searching for something that wasn’t there. His concerned look turned into a frown. There was something so familiar about him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, kneeling in front of me, maintaining eye contact.

His fingers grazed across my face before taking hold of my chin. They were warm against the chill of the outside air. I leant into his hold. Why couldn’t I remember who he was? His hands on my face were steady and reassuring.

“I don’t—I don’t know. I don’t even know who I am.” Small tears began to fall, a lump forming in my throat.

I hated feeling this helpless.

He pulled his hands away, so many emotions flashing through his face. I couldn't comprehend any of the looks he had.

“Do you know who I am?” he whispered, his voice wavering, like he was afraid of my answer.

I shook my head and let out a sob. This was becoming very overwhelming.

“shhh, its ok darling. Let’s get you checked out, okay?” He wiped away my tears quickly giving some needed comfort.

I nodded. There was something about him—something so achingly familiar—that tugged at my soul. Every fiber of my being screamed that I could trust him, as if I had known him forever. A quiet echo in my mind was telling me that I had once cared for this boy more than words could explain.

His hands were gentle as they settled on my arm pulling me to my feet. This time his touch was a silent reassurance. As we made our way to the hospital wing, he kept his hand resting lightly on the middle of my back, it helped steady the world around me. With each step, the frantic pounding of my heart began to slow, settling into a more peaceful rhythm.

“Mattheo? Y/N? what is wrong?” an older lady was quick to ask when we entered.

Mattheo? The name reverberated in my mind, tugging at the edges of my thoughts. It was like trying to open a locked door. The name was familiar—too familiar—but nothing came. Tears burned in my eyes again as I tried to fight them off. I didn’t want to cry again.

“Good evening, Madame Pomfrey. I found her in the courtyard. She says she has no memory—no idea who she is either.” Mattheo’s strained voice answered for me.

Madame Pomfrey gave a small nod, her face softening with concern as she gestured for us to follow her. Mattheo laced his fingers through mine, I squeezed his hand without even thinking. His fingers tightened, as we walked toward the bed she had stopped at. His hand moved to my elbow as he helped me to sit on the bed.

He was acting like I was broken. As if I made one wrong move I would fall apart.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright?” Madame Pomfrey’s voice was gentle as she pulled out a quill and some paper.

I looked at Mattheo, his eyes locked on me. He nodded almost imperceptibly, offering a quiet encouragement.

“Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

“When is your birthday?”

I paused, pursing my lips while I tried to come up with the answer. My hands moved up to my hair griping tightly.

“I don’t know.”

“What house are you in?”

Mattheo’s fingers gently worked at prying my fingers apart, pulling them away from my hair. He brought the palms of my hands up to his face, placing a ghost of a kiss to each one.

“It’s ok. Can you answer Madame Pomfrey?” His fingers weaved through my hair brushing strands back down.

My eyebrows furrowed the answer was there I could feel it. As if it was on the tip of my tongue.

“I-I really don’t know.” My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

“One last one sweetie, where is home?”

“I’m sorry.”

Why was everything gone?

Madam Pomfrey let out a hum as she wrote something down. Mattheo moved out of her way as she inspected my head. Her cold fingers brushed through my hair, checking every inch of my scalp.

“I am going to summon McGonagall. You two sit tight.”

Mattheo put a hand on my knee, squeezing gently. He was looking down at the floor chin tucked to his chest, hiding any expression he had from me. I wanted to say something. Anything. But I didn’t know where to start.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled again, feeling a fresh wave of helplessness.

His face snapped up to mine, his gaze intense and filled with a slight anger. I could tell that anger was not directed towards me. He was upset at the situation. So maybe it was me.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. We are going to figure this out, okay?” His voice came out softer than I had heard it all night. He was clinging on to the hope I had lost when I couldn’t recall where home was.

There was a mix of voices talking to each other in a hushed tone getting louder with each step they took towards us.

“There is no injury to her head, and she is only displaying the symptom of memory loss.”

Those words were as clear as day because they were now standing in front of Mattheo and I.

“Was anyone else around?” the new lady who must have been McGonagall asked.

Three sets of eyes looked at me each one more curious then the next. They waited patiently for me to answer.

I remember walking down a corridor then something happened, because the next thing I could recall was sitting on the stone bench. There was the sound of someone running but it sounded so distant.

“I don’t think so.” I mumbled looking down picking at the skin around my fingers.

“I didn’t see anyone when I found her.” Mattheo answered after me.

“I think she was given a potion or-” Madame Pomfrey stops unsure how to proceed. She looks directly at McGonagall. “She may have been hit with Obliviate.”

The boy with dark curly hair took a startled step back. He looked down at me shaking his head mumbling words incoherent to me. I am not sure why, but it broke my heart watching his face settle on an anguished look.

“There is no telling which one it was until I have time to do some tests. There is also the possibility we can’t get her memories back.” The way she spoke was solemn. Like she didn’t want to give that answer, but it was the reality of this situation.

I took a long deep breath. Was this my new reality? Not knowing who I was, who my parents were. A part of me always missing from now on.

“There has to be something we can do.” Mattheo was now speaking in a pleading whisper. Matching the turmoil inside me.

“We will try a couple things. That may help and we will need to investigate what happened.” McGonagall was talking in a kind tone trying to soothe the situation, but even she couldn’t hide the worry on her face.

Mattheo opened his mouth and closed it cutting off any thought he was going to share with us. He nodded and bent down pressing a kiss to my forehead. A warm feeling passed through me. I yearned to know why everything about him felt familiar. I swear I felt a wet drop land on the top of my head, but when he pulled away his face was dry.

I was so confused, and he seemed so sad. Who was he to me?

One tear escaped my right eye, and he caught it, running his finger across my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“We are going to keep her here tonight.” Madame Pomfrey announced. “Say your goodbyes. I will be back in ten minutes with something for her to try.”

I watched as Mattheo slowly unlaced my boots and pulled them off. He placed them under the bed out of the way so no one would trip. I stood so I could get under the blanket, but he beat me to it and held up the sheets up so I could get in.

“I will be back tomorrow I promise. I will bring Theo and Blaise. They are good friends of yours and it may help you.”

I just nodded. The names sounded familiar to me too once again tugging at my memories behind a locked door.

He turned away closing the curtain giving me privacy. An emptiness settled into every part of me.

I hadn’t slept all night. My thoughts spiraled, twisting and tumbling over one another. Each one was more frantic then the last. The second I closed my eyes, a wave of anxiety would surge through me, pulling me awake. I was sitting up against the headboard my knees hugged to my chest. The quietness of the room was starting to feel like a cage I was never going to escape.

I didn’t know what time it was. I could tell that it was morning now, soft light began to peak through the edges of the privacy curtain. Casting a nice golden glow on the stone floor.

“Little badger.” Mattheo’s now familiar voice broke through the silence, and the curtain was pulled back with a rustle.

He stood there, two boys right behind him. They were wearing a serious expression, but there was a soft concern in their eyes as they took in the sight of me -Huddled and pathetic in the bed. I could feel their worry coming off them in waves… It was suffocating.

Mattheo very quickly shut them out, closing the curtain behind him with a swift motion, leaving the two of us cocooned in a pretend bubble of privacy.

Without saying a word, he sat on the bed next to me and rubbed slow circles on my back. While it was soothing it was doing little to calm my nerves. I rested my chin on my knees, fighting back more tears. Merlin all I was doing lately was crying.

“Hey darling, hey.” His tone was low and soft. “Did you sleep at all?”

I shook my head unable to bring myself to speak.

“Do you want me to tell them to comeback later?” He asked quietly, as if he was trying to keep them from hearing.

Again, I shook my head. While yes, my head was foggy, but a small part of me couldn’t help but hope that they would help ease some of my confusion.

“I want you to be sure, darling. We’re all worried about you, that’s all,” Mattheo said, his voice steady but laced with concern. “We can wait. I promise.”

Behind the curtain came hums of agreement.

“Ow. Why did you do that?” Someone mumbled.

“Stop listening to them.” Another one hissed.

I smiled listening to their antics. Mattheo rolled his eyes his lips quirked up mirroring my smile. It almost felt normal.

“Please.” I whispered fragile and quiet.

Mattheo’s eyes softened. “Can you drink that cup of water first?” He reached over me to grab the cup holding it in front of me.

“ok.”

I took the glass and swallowed the water quickly. Only once the cup was empty did Mattheo seem satisfied. He took the cup setting it back in place as he went walked back to the curtain.

Once open again there was now three people standing there, a blonde boy a little shorter than the others. His face was set in to a scowl. It looked like it was a permanent scowl, as if the lines were ingrained into his face. My heart felt a little lighter looking at the group.

“Blaise, Theo, and Draco.” Mattheo said while pointing at them. “Although Draco was supposed to wait and come with Enzo later.” he added, narrowing his eyes at Draco.

“Hi.” I waved sliding my legs down to sit up straight.

“Mattheo says you lost your memory,” Blaise said, his tone matter-of-fact. Getting straight to the point.

The words made me wince, bring my problem back to reality. My stomach sank.

Draco smacked the back of his head. A loud thwacking noise cutting through the air.

“Don’t say that” he snapped, his voice tight. “She’s stressed enough as it is.” He landed another smack.

“Okay. Jeez.” Blaise held his hands up in surrender.

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft. Theo joined in on their fighting with a sarcastic remark. This seemed so normal.

I didn’t notice Mattheo had grabbed my hand again until he squeezed it. He settled on the bed next to me again. It was quickly becoming his spot. The conversation flowed around us, I only managed to get a total of three words in as they chatted about things I could hardly keep up with.

Shortly Madame Pomfrey came in to shoo the boys off, she gave them a stern look that all professors seemed to have practiced. “You four need to head to breakfast. I’m going to spend some time with Y/N.”

“Bye, Y/N, we love you!” The three of them sang in unison, their voices full of affection. My smile widened, the knot in my chest loosening just a little.

Once they were gone, Mattheo turned back to me, his eyes softening again.

“I’ll come back during lunch,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “Fill me in with what happens, please?” He bit his lip, clearly reluctant to leave, but knowing he had to.

“Of course,” I said quietly, the words more reassuring than I felt. “Have fun at classes. Take notes for me?”

“Yes, of course” He copied my words smiling at me.

The minutes began to feel like hours while I waited for Madame Pomfrey to come back. When she did, she had a tray of food and something that smelled utterly vile.

“Can you drink this for me?” she asked.

I looked inside the cup -It was a dark brown gooey liquid. This was not going to go down easily. I recoiled as the smell got stronger. My nose scrunched up as if it was trying to get away from the offensive smell. It was awful—like rotten food left out too long. Madame Pomfrey pressed the cup closer to my face urging me to drink.

“Sorry, I know it’s not the best, but this route is easier than using magic to enter your mind,” she explained.

I pinched my nose and chugged it down. The tactic didn’t work. I gaged as the taste coated my tongue. Nausea hit almost immediately, and dizziness crept in. My vision swimming for a moment.

“Now drink the pumpkin juice,” she said, handing me a new cup.

I gladly took this cup. I swished the juice in my mouth trying to erase any lingering trace of what she had given to me.

“Do I have to drink that again?” I asked not ready for the inevitable yes.

She gave me a sympathetic look as she set a tray of bland breakfast food in front of me. “Unfortunately, yes. In three hours, you’ll need to take the second dose, and before dinner, the third.”

I groaned inwardly before flopping back on the bed. This was going to be a long day.

Mattheo returned at lunch just as promised. In his hands were a stack of books, all unfamiliar titles. I quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“I brought you some entertainment,” he shook a book in the air as he set them down. “You always said you’d kill to read these for the first time again.”

The books looked well-loved, the spines creased, my initials faintly written on them.

“Did you break into my room?” I teased, though I didn’t even know where it was.

He scoffed playfully. “No, they were in my room. Like most of your things.” He sat beside me once again.

I didn’t realize how much I had missed him until he sat down again. It was like he was completing a part of me.

Madame Pomfrey appeared, holding a cup of the awful liquid again. “Miss, it’s time to drink the second dose.”

I wrinkled my nose. The smell was even worse this time. Mattheo also looked at the cup with the same disgust I had the fist time. He shot me a sympathetic look. Not wanting to drag this out longer than need I gulped down the rancid concoction. I didn’t pinch my nose this time, and the tase was more unbearable. My stomach churned immediately.

“Now the pumpkin juice.”

I took the juice quickly, the sweetness a relief to my torture. Mattheo watched me, his gaze mostly zoned out.

“Do you want me to sneak you some cake after dinner?” he asked when Pomfrey left, trying to lighten the mood.

“You don’t have to come back. You probably have better things to do then babysit me,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo’s brown eyes hardened, as if offended by my words. He locked eyes with me and leaned in closer.

“Bullshit, little badger. You are my important things.” his voice firm but full of affection

For a moment, I just looked at him, the weight of his words sinking in. There was something unspoken in his gaze, a depth of care that made my chest tighten and my heartbeat quicken. I didn’t know how to respond, so I simply nodded, feeling the warmth of his presence settle around me like a protective blanket.

After two long days trapped in the sterile, white atmosphere of the hospital wing, I still hadn’t regained a single memory. They had concluded that something was there, they just couldn’t figure out how to open the locked door. My days blurred together—endless visits from familiar faces. They all told me various stories hoping to put puzzle pieces of memories in place. But nothing worked. The more they spoke, the more the gap between who I was and who I seemed to be grew.

Pomfrey and McGonagall had decided that magic was their next step, a last-ditch effort. They were hopeful, or at least pretending to be, but I couldn’t help but feel that the more they tried, the harder it was to accept reality. Perhaps it would be easier to live without the past—a clean slate, free from all the complications that had once been.

McGonagall had explained that her investigation showed I had been hit by some sort of spell. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what one it was. The uncertainty only deepened the frustration curling in my chest. Her next step was to try entering my mind with magic, to dig through the layers of the spell. It was a shot in the dark no guarantee to work.

Mattheo, on the other hand, seemed determined to hold onto hope. I could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at me, that quiet belief that the person I used to be—whoever that was—was still in there. He was waiting for her to come back. He was holding on for her—the girl I used to be, the one who had clearly meant something to him.

And a part of me, though I hated to admit it, felt something sharp twist inside me. I was hurt. Not by his concern, but by the fact that he was so desperately clinging to that other me. To the girl he had known and cared deeply for—or at least, I assumed that was the case. The more he held onto that version of me, the more I felt like a stranger to him.

It was a quiet ache, this realization. One I couldn’t quite voice, but it remained heavy on my mind.

When they finally released me from the medical wing, I was exhausted. I needed a break. A fellow Hufflepuff classmate picked me up, they gave me a soft smile. They showed me the ropes to getting in the Hufflepuff common room and where my dorm was.

It was a place that should have felt like home, but instead it was cold and partially empty. The bed was made, the desk neatly organized with textbooks, but nothing about it felt like me. The walls, once adorned with photographs, mementos, and trinkets, stood bare and cold. The absence of everything that had once defined who I was made the room feel more like a forgotten part of a dream.

McGonagall had decided that it would be best not to overwhelm me, so she’d asked my friends to bring over the most important things—my photos, journals, and any personal mementos. She was worried about what might happen if I received too much information all at once, as if everything had the potential to come rushing back in and hurting me more. It was like I was being wrapped in bubble wrap. The idea of facing myself again, of seeing the girl I used to be, filled me with a quiet dread. What if the pieces didn’t fit together? What if I didn’t like who I had been? Or worse—what if I didn’t recognize myself at all?

Everyone had expectations and I wasn’t sure I was going to be that girl anymore. And that right there scared me.

Draco was waiting outside my common room, leaning casually against the stone wall, his arms crossed and his expression neutral. I couldn’t help the small sigh that slipped from my lips. A part of me had been expecting Mattheo. But he had been so distant the last 24 hours.

When Draco noticed my disappointment, his eyes softened.

“Mattheo is meeting with some people,” he said, quickly easing my disappointment.

“Some people?” I echoed raisin an eyebrow.

Who would he be meeting with? It sounded very ominous. As if he were trying to protect me from something.

Draco hesitated for a moment, his posture tensing. He glanced away, then back at me. “Look, I’m not supposed to say anything... but," he paused, as if weighing his words carefully, "he’s trying to find answers for you.”

Answers. That’s all everyone seemed to want—answers. And yet, no one ever stopped to ask how I was doing. No one seemed to care that I was stuck in the middle of all this confusion, losing my sense of self. It was becoming exhausting, and the constant pressure to “fix” me felt like an invisible weight, like I was a puzzle to be solved. I could feel the gnawing discomfort build in my chest, a slow realization that I was nothing but a problem to be handled.

Draco’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Come on,” he said, offering me his arm, his demeanor softening just a touch. I took it reluctantly walking with him in silence.

The tension between us was thick. Draco had a distant look in his eyes. He was thinking about something he wasn’t going to share—something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

He led me to the long table in the Great Hall where familiar faces were already sitting. Everyone’s eyes lifted to me as we approached. Draco slid into a seat next to Blaise, and I stood there for a moment, awkwardly shifting my weight from foot to foot.

I wasn’t sure where to sit.

“You usually sit there.” Theo pointed to an empty spot in front of him.

I sat down, but my nerves only heightened as the weight of their gazes lingered. The table was filled with food—bacon, eggs, fresh bread—but none of it appealed to me. My stomach churned. I wasn’t hungry. Not really.

“You need to eat something,” Theo insisted, his voice gentle but firm. “Mattheo will be upset if you don’t eat.”

A frustrated sigh escaped me as I grabbed a shiny green apple from a bowl. I took a bite. It was sour and too tart, but I chewed and swallowed it anyway.

“There. I ate,” I said flatly, though I could tell none of the boys were pleased with my antics.

Theo’s eyes narrowed ready to say something else. Before anything could escape him, someone sat on the bench next to me, Stradling it so they could face me.

“Have you eaten?” Mattheo asked looking at my empty plate.

“Yes.”

“No,” Theo countered, giving me a pointed look.

With a sigh, Mattheo placed a blueberry muffin in front of me. “How about taking this for later?” he offered, his concern was clear.

I simply nodded. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Without missing a beat, Mattheo wrapped it in a napkin and set in in my bag.

I appreciated the gesture, but the tension between us was palpable. We sat in silence, the awkwardness between us growing with each passing moment. Neither of us seemed to know how to proceed, how to bridge the widening gap between us. It was like we were both waiting for something—anything—to change the silence into something comfortable again.

“Have you tried true love’s kiss?” Theo suddenly asked, his voice breaking the stillness.

The words hung in the air for a long, awkward moment, and before I could react, the entire table erupted into chaos. Everyone started yelling at Theo, each of them speaking over one another, their voices raised in a mix of frustration, confusion, and something deeper—something I couldn’t quite grasp.

Mattheo’s face darkened immediately. His jaw clenched, eyes turning cold, and his posture shifted, becoming rigid and angry. I could feel his frustration rolling from him. He moved away from me sending a look of daggers at the people in front of me.

The tension was becoming suffocating, and I could not care any less to make sense of it. They were hiding something. I knew they were. But what? Why weren’t they telling me? Uneasiness was becoming tangled with in my soul. I was scared to ask. Scared of what they might say, or worse—what they might not say. I was unraveling, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

I needed to get out, to escape. If I stayed, I was going to start hyperventilating.

“I’m supposed to meet with McGonagall before class,” I said, my voice a little shakier than I intended.

I stood up abruptly, wanting to put as much distance between me and them as possible.

As I opened the door, McGonagall was standing right in front of me. “Ah, there you are. I was just coming to get you.”

My parents were in her office. At least that was what they called themselves, they all could have been lying to me. The knot in my stomach tightened some more. They could have been anyone. How would I know when I couldn’t ever remember my own name.

Not having anything to go off was making me paranoid.

The two of them rushed forward embracing me in a group hug, it was a hug filled with desperation. They begged me to come home with them, promised me that they would do everything they could to fix me. There it was again: the word fix. Fix me. Not help me, not support me. But fix me, like I was broken, like I needed to be fixed, pieced back together.

McGonagall was the only one that actually wanted to help me. She was the only one who had treated me with any real respect, any real understanding. Had given me the option to move forward without trying to dig through my brain. I knew if I said no everyone one would be disappointed in me.

I convinced my parents that staying here was better than leaving, since it was my normal routine and everything I knew was here. Reluctantly they agreed taking their leave. I let out a sigh of relief sitting on a chair.

“Let’s get this going.” I whispered.

Everything about what McGonagall was doing was painful. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. There was nothing I could do but endure.

Months had slipped by in a blur. Twice a week, I found myself sitting across from McGonagall in her office, attempting to find what had been lost. A part of me wanted to give up. But I couldn’t. Not when everyone around me kept hoping, kept trying. I didn’t want to be the one to disappoint them. The pain was slowly becoming more bearable, like a constant ache I had grown used to, but it didn’t make it any easier.

My friends—Theo, Blaise, Enzo—continued to tell me stories about myself, about our time together, about the school and all its little details. They were trying so hard to make me feel whole again, to paint pictures of a life I didn’t remember. But the more they spoke, the emptier I felt. I was tired. So tired.

Mattheo... Mattheo had basically diapered. He came around less and less skipping meals and classes.

When I asked the boys about him, they all gave the same bland answer: “He’s busy. Working on things.” But what things? No one would give me a real answer, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Mattheo and I had already fallen out before all of this happened—before the memory loss—and now he was just too tired to pretend otherwise.

I spent most evenings walking the school grounds in a daze. Taking it as a moment to clear my head and just breathe. No one’s expectations to live up to. I got to just be and not worry about who people thought I was. A book lay discarded in front of him, its pages creased and torn, clearly thrown in anger.

I stopped a few paces away, unsure weather to leave him alone or help him.

“Hey.” I spoke softly, he had helped me once I could return the favor.

He didn’t respond. Not even a shift of his body. He sat there, unmoving, as though he couldn’t hear me. I swallowed hard, frustration building. Was I invisible to him now?

“Hi,” I tried again, this time louder.

No movement once again. It was as if he had become a statue. A beautiful sad statue.

“Do you hate me?” the words spilled out before I could stop them. But the question was burning in my mind for a week now.

Mattheo’s head lifted just enough so he could speak, but his eyes remained on the ground. “I could never hate you. This is just difficult for me right now. I feel like I failed you.” his voice was low, almost blending in with the silent wind.

“Difficult for you?” I scoffed, frustration bubbling out of me. “What about me, Mattheo? What about what I am going through? I’m trying for you—for all of you—Theo, Blaise, Enzo, everyone! I’m trying to be the person I was, but none of it is helping. So why are you so distant?”

I could see him flinch, and if his body tensed any more, he was going to break.

He shifted slightly still not looking at me.

And because I couldn’t leave well enough alone, I asked another question, “Were we friends or ex friends?”

His voice cracked when he finally responded. “We were friends... but we were also so much more then friends.”

His gaze finally met mine. His eyes were red-rimmed, and puffy as if he had been crying before I found him. My heart clenched sympathizing with him.

“Then why are you suddenly so distant?” I whispered. “You’re here, physically, but your mind is always somewhere else. You keep finding reasons to leave quickly. It’s like you’re... avoiding me.”

Mattheo’s eyes fell back to the ground, swallowing hard. Almost like he was trying to keep his words down.

“Because I remember everything,” he whispered. “And you don’t. And I’m a coward. What if... What if you don’t remember?”

I stared at him, speechless, my mind struggling to process his words. My heart was now pounding.

I didn’t need to come up with any words because he continued, this time looking back at me.

“My bedsheets still smell like you.” His voice cracked. “Every hoodie I put on smells like you. Its beginning to fade like a distant memory. Like you are the one slipping away from me. “His eyes flickered down to the sleeve of the hoodie he was wearing. It was faded and well worm.

A lump formed in my throat.

“I miss seeing your flustered look,” He continued a bittersweet smile flashing across his lips before fading. “You would always get so embarrassed when you realized I was watching you sing off key while cleaning. You’d never know, but I loved it. I loved seeing you so carefree, so... you.”

A small gasp escaped me. His words were so raw, so real.

“I still remember what it was like to hold you close,” a longing now in his tone. “Every curve, every line of you is still etched in my mind. Little badger, I remember everything. And you don’t…and it’s killing me.”

“I want to remember I do.”

My words seemed pathetic compared to his. But it was all I could come up with.

“I’ve been searching everywhere for answers. But nothing. Nothing works. What’s the point of all this magic if it can’t heal you? If it can’t bring you back to me?” He was frustrated now.

I shook my head, “People need to stop trying to fix me.”

“I am not trying to fix you darling. I know its selfish, but I want you to remember who we were. What we were. If I tell you everything, or show you… What if you feel obligated to stay with me because of it? I don’t want that. I want you to choose me, not because you have to, but because you want to.”

I was standing there like a fool. Here he was poring his heart out to me, and I couldn't fix things for him. I wanted to; my soul wanted to. Every fiber of me wanted to make it so he wasn’t sad.

“Please... remember, little badger,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. A tear slipped from his eye, tracing a path down his cheek.

Mattheo didn’t cry. He didn’t show vulnerability, not like this. The sight of that tear, the pain in his eyes shattered me.

He was so broken, so lost without me, and I... I couldn’t give him what he needed.

I wanted to remember. I really did.

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agi-ppangx · 1 year ago

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stranger (hwang hyunjin x gn!reader)

angst, hurt without comfort, break up, reader is in shambles

an: that's definitely not my best work so im really sorry for any mistakes >< nonetheless i hope you'll enjoy it, bc in my head the idea was pretty cool :3 also, the paragraphs written in italic are the memories, i dont know if i made it clear enough😭

“yn, don’t make it even harder,” hyunjin whispered as he glanced at your face. you must’ve looked truly pathetic - the tears were making their way down your red, puffy face and you were sobbing loudly. you couldn’t believe what had just happened - did he really break up with you or was it just a bad dream?

“hyune- baby, please, i-” you stuttered, gasping for air in between sobs.

“i’ve made my decision. goodbye, yn.” with that he closed the door, leaving you on the floor of your apartment. your vision was blurry and you were too weak to even get up. that day you fell asleep on the floor by the entrance, foolishly hoping that hyunjin would come back to you.

you recalled the memory, stepping out of the shower. it was the first time in a week when you decided to take care of yourself after hyunjin broke up with you. it’d been a hard week, but you couldn’t remember much anyway. the only thing you knew was the pain in your chest as if your heart was ripped from your body.

you didn’t bother to put on any clothes or to brush your damp hair since you headed straight to bed. you dropped your tired, achy body on the messy beddings and you shivered. it’d been raining for the past few days and you wondered if the sun had peeked into your bedroom through the curtains and told the clouds to match your mood so you wouldn’t feel lonely. you curled yourself into a ball, placing your hands on your shoulders as the raindrops pattered softly on your window. tap, tap, tap, the rhythm of the rain made your finger move faintly against your shoulder and suddenly the memories flooded your brain.

you felt someone tapping your shoulder and you yelped, blushing instantly as you realised you made too much noise in the library.

“sorry! sorry, i just-” the boy started hesitantly, whisper-yelling the apology. “are going to use that book?” he pointed to the textbook you were holding firmly in your hands. you nodded.

“oh, okay, sorry for bothering you!” he said with a frown and started walking away.

“wait! you can join me if also need it,” you suggested with a shy smile and he stopped in his tracks, turning around to you with a grin.

your hand wandered down your body, stopping at the waist. you squeezed it once, just like hyunjin used to do. a few tears made their way down your face.

“we passed!” hyunjin exclaimed as he ran to you with a piece of paper in his hand. you grinned at him as he stopped right in front of you, proudly showing you his score.

“congrats, hyune! are you going to-” you started but never finished as he suddenly grabbed your waist and picked you up, spinning you around, and you giggled. when he put you down he still firmly held your waist with one hand, squeezing it.

“let’s go and eat something, hm? my treat,” he said and you just smiled, letting him lead the way.

you squeezed your eyes, loud sobs now leaving your body as you remembered how happy you two used to be together. the rain outside intensified, turning into a downpour, and it made you feel even worse. “stop crying” you thought. “show the sun you’re okay so the clouds won’t have to suffer anymore.”

you moved your hand to wipe your wet cheek, but you just rested it there, suddenly remembering how hyunjin used to cradle your face.

“look, i can hold the whole world in my hands,” he whispered, looking you deeply in the eyes as his hands held your cheeks. you blushed and playfully hit him in the arm.

“stop being cheesy,” you whined, dropping your eyes because hyunjin’s gaze was too piercing for you. he giggled at your words and kissed your forehead.

“i just really love you, you know?” he then said and you hid your red face in the crook of his neck, breathing his cologne and relaxing completely as his arms protected you from the outside world. in that moment you felt complete.

a long wail left your body. it hurt, it hurt so much you thought you weren’t going to make it. what was left for you anyway? there was no one who could hug you after a long day, no one who could wait for you with warm dinner, no one who loved you.

you brought your hand to your hair, desperately trying to comb through them as hyunjin used to whenever you felt too overwhelmed. you grazed your nails on your scalp, imitating his movements, but it only increased the pain. you didn’t know how to treat yourself anymore - you gave all of you to hyunjin and as he left he took your heart with him, leaving you with the void that nothing and no one could ever fill again.

you wrapped your arms around your body again, squeezing yourself as hard as you could, but you soon realised only hyunjin could embrace you tightly enough for all the broken parts of you to fall back into place. with the day he left you you became a stranger to yourself.

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azrielslightintheshadows · 1 year ago

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Princess

Azriel x f!Reader.

One of the series I’m currently working on. Enjoy!

Summary; Reader is Mor’s new friend that she found in the winter court while she was away for business. Y/n has been raised as a princess since her parents wanted to wed her to a noble fae in order to climb the social ranks. When her parents are brutally murdered y/n is left alone without a clue about the harsh reality or the brutality of the world. Mor finds her and takes her back to Velaris afraid of what might happen to her if she was left to live on her own. Will y/n survive the hate she will receive from certain members of the inner circle -including her mate- regarding the way she grew up?

Warnings; angst, mentions of abuse, trauma and death.

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Princess Masterlist.

Chapter 4

Now you know. The shadows whispered in your ear and disappeared.

You didn’t know why they showed you this, it felt like invading Azriel’s privacy. Your heart broke as the image of the boy resurfaced, so young and thin. You shook your head and walked to the bathroom to wash yourself, the house had already changed the sheets.

After fixing yourself as much as you could you walked to the dining room and found Cassian, Nesta and Azriel there, they all looked at you when you entered, and Cassian smiled.

“Good morning” he said and turned back to his food.

“Good morning” you smiled and took a seat next to Azriel. You didn’t know why but you felt the need to be close to him, you couldn’t remember what happened last night, the only memory you had was walking into a bar and then Azriel placing you on the bed and leaving. Maybe it was the nightmare that made you feel this way. Azriel was surprised too yet he didn’t say anything nor moved away.

A plate of food appeared in front of you and you started eating.

“So y/n would you like to join us for training?” Nesta asked and you almost gasped, you didn’t expect her to be nice to you.

“I don’t want to be a burden, I have never fought in my life… I will just hold you back” you replied, your voice soft. Nesta snorted and shook her head.

“Nonsense, I hadn’t fought a day in my life when I started training too. At least come and watch and then you can make your decision” she shrugged.

“Okay” you nodded.

You glanced at Azriel who had an approving look on his face and instantly you felt proud of yourself.

After breakfast you went into your room and Nesta followed you. “Listen… I don’t really like you, we’ve all been through a lot and your appearance here is mocking us. You will never be able to understand the sacrifices we made and our trauma but as a female its my duty to help you become strong, confident and independent. Take the opportunity, you won’t regret it.”

You didn’t know how to feel about her statement, you admired her. Most females on your circle tried to destroy the others, it was one of the most successful ways to eliminate the threat and get married first. Nesta could see the gears in your head turning and that was enough for her, so she continued. “Lets find some proper clothes for training.”

She opened your closet and snorted when she saw the pink dress you wore the first day. “You should burn that thing, it’s hideous” she made a gagging noise and continued her search. You frowned and your mind went back to the day you bought it. That dress saved your life and even though it was ugly, it grounded you, it is the only thing that reminds you the past.

“I think these are okay” she said and threw a pair of leggings and a top on your bed. “Get dressed and come find us at the roof” and with that she left.

You picked the clothes and tried them on. The top reached your belly button and you felt exposed, your whole silhouette was on display, and you blushed as you saw yourself. Come on, everyone here wears this type of clothes. You can do this. You told yourself and with a deep shaky breath you left the room, hurrying off to the roof.

Cassian, Nesta, Azriel and two females were already there. The females had formed a line and Cassian stood in front of them, demonstrating some moves and then watching them repeat them, correcting them when needed. Azriel was behind the females correcting their stance and sometimes kicking their legs, making them lose balance.

“You should always be aware of your surroundings. Get up and correct your stance. Now.” He barked and moved to the next one.

Everything looked scary and painful, making you shiver. You gathered all your courage and walked outside, taking a seat on the bench in front of them.

“Hello y/n” Cassian smiled and moved to the side so you could see better. You waved at him, and your eyes fell on Azriel. He stood frozen behind the line, his eyes scanning your body. He licked his bottom lip and turned his attention to the females.

Your face burned and you made a mental note to dress like that more often. Then you frowned. He hates you and you should hate him too for the way he is treating you. Stop this. You reprimanded yourself and focused on the females.

They were moving with such grace, you felt like you were watching a choreography, their braids flowing around with every move they made, their muscles flexing their faces turning cold and then soft with a smile as Cassian shouted praises. You felt hypnotized and wondered if you could ever look this elegant with sweat running down your body. You thought about the females you used to admire, all living inside their pink bubble, only caring about their looks and lifestyle. The most successful female of your village had locked her sister in a cell when one lord visited their small cottage, so she didn’t have to compete. She managed to wed him but at a great cost. Her younger sister was afraid of the dark, when she threw her into the cell, she went mad and started banging her body on the wall, she cracked her skull and died. The older sister didn’t even cry and she pushed the funeral a few weeks later so she could prepare her wedding. Her sister’s body rotted in that cell, and she didn’t even care.

You glanced at the females here, they looked elegant and strong and successful. They didn’t care about males, they only cared about themselves. The looks they sent you filled with hope and encouragement in addition to what Nesta said earlier made your heart swell. They didn’t see each other as competition. No. They cared about other females, they wanted to help. You could fit here. These were the females you should admire, the females you could have as your role models and the thought made you smile, determination filling your body and making your blood boil. You got up and hurried off to your room, you opened the closet and picked the pink dress. You walked back outside and stared at Nesta. She stared back a smirk appearing on her face as she hurried off and came back outside with a candle in her hand. She offered it to you, and you threw the dress on the ground, lighting it up on fire and watching it burn. Nesta looked at you with pride and she clapped.

“Welcome to the real world princess” she smiled.

You glanced around and noticed the other females, they were clapping too, Cassian let out a low whistle and Azriel grinned. Your heart melted and you let out a giggle, your eyes filling with tears as you whispered, “Thank you”.

You weren’t thanking them for their applause, you were thanking them for supporting you, for opening your eyes and showing you that its okay to be strong and independent. And as you stood on that roof, proud of yourself and ready to take the wheel of your life, your gaze fell onto Azriel, and the bond snapped.

Your smile turned into a frown and your whole body shuddered. No, no, no. I just decided to take control of my life, I can’t be bound to a male. You thought and stared at him wide-eyed. Azriel noticed your expression and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are you okay?” Nesta asked.

“Yes, just lost in the emotion.” You smiled.

“Okay I think we had enough for today. Tomorrow we will start our training at the same time, I’m guessing you will be joining us y/n” Cassian boomed. You nodded and smiled.

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You were in your room, trying to do the moves you saw them doing earlier, you wanted to be prepared for training tomorrow. You were interrupted by a knock on your door, you could feel Azriel through the bond, so you stayed silent hoping he would go away.

“I know you’re in there” he shouted. You sat on your bed without replying. One of his shadows slithered down the door and shoot up, turning the lock and opening the door. You cursed under your breath and got up.

Azriel strolled into the room with a soft expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, everything is fine” you replied. “Fine my ass” he snarled “you felt it snap”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you whispered taking a step back. The cold expression returned on his face as he growled;

“Fine, its better this way. The Cauldron was wrong, I can’t have a weak female in my life. I showed you the city like Rhysand asked now don’t fucking come near me again unless its during training” the way his tone changed when he said training made shivers run down your spine. His voice was filled with painful promises and as he left your room you couldn’t help but notice the sadistic grin that appeared on his face.

Your heart skipped a beat and fear mixed with excitement filled your senses, the sting of his words long forgotten as you thought about training with him. You wouldn't let him treat you like that again, if you could manage that then you could do everything. I'm going to blow your mind shadowsinger. You thought and smirked.

I hope you enjoy this part, from now on the series will focus on female power so if you are here just for romance you shouldn't waste your time on this.

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