#i just had a random burst of motivation so youre welcome

[bread-gette]

here's a random bri sketch I did. 30 mins, ibis paint, on my phone, with my fingers. I just wanted to contribute ig

[maidragoste]

Fatherhood

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

More of Daemon's Wife au

Summary: A glimpse into Daemon's life as a father.

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After watching your husband act like a fool for days you finally lost your patience so tonight when Daemon climbed into bed with you and started kissing your neck you pushed him away.

“What did I do?” He asked, knowing that you were upset by the frown on your face.

"You're ignoring Baelon," you accused him without any doubt of your words.

Since the two of you had came back home from the war, Daemon had barely been to the nursery and when the whole family was at the table he never tried to talk to Baelon. You didn't expect him to instantly become familiar with his role as a father., after all, he hadn't been able to meet their son before, but you never thought that your husband would look for any excuse not to be with your son.

"He doesn't like me so I'm not going to bother him" he responded, wanting to appear unconcerned but you know him well so you know that this actually bothered him.

When you and your husband returned from Stepstones, your son had burst into tears the first time Daemon spoke to him. You noticed the pain in your husband's eyes when Baelon hid his face in your neck, refusing to see him. You didn't blame your son for being afraid since it was the first time he saw his father. You knew Daemon had been excited to finally meet Baelon so you understood that the boy's reaction would have disappointed him but you didn't expect him to decide to distance himself because of that.

"He doesn't like you because he doesn't know you yet," you explain now in a softer tone. "Daemon, I don't know what you expected from your first meeting but he acted like any other child would. He doesn't know you so you have to earn his trust. He's not going to love you just because im tell him you're his father. You have to spend time with him," you advised him as you traced random patterns on his chest, hoping he wouldn't take your words the wrong way.

"I will," he promised before kissing you on the lips. He was satisfied to see that this time you didn't push him away so he continued kissing you again and again.

And Daemon really considered your words because after that night he started spending more time at the nursery. At first, Baelon looked uncertainly at Daemon when he spoke to him but you always encouraged him to respond. In addition, it also helped that your son saw that you were always calm and smiling around Daemon, so little by little the boy began to gain more confidence. Every time you were about to tell him a new story, Baelon asked his father if he knew it too and he listened attentively every time Daemon contributed. When he realized that his father also knew High Valyrian, he began to proudly tell him the words he had learned so far and asked him to also teach him new words, now at the table after the servants brought the food Baelon spent his time asking his father what he liked and what he didn't, interested in knowing more about him. Not only that but Baelon also started inviting him to the walks the two of you take together on the beach. Seeing all this, you were proud of the progress between father and son and it made you happy to see the happiness on Daemon's face every time Baelon asked his opinion or asked him something, not to mention when he held his hand for the first time while the three walked together in the beach.

But still, you couldn't help but notice that the two of them were never alone, you were always there as if they wouldn't dare to be alone.

"Where is he going?" Baelon asked, looking with a pout at his father's back as he walked.

"You Kepa is going to go see his dragon" You smiled as you came up with an idea so that they could spend some time alone "Do you want to go with him?"

You weren't surprised when he let go of your hand and started running after Daemon shouting "Kepa! Kepa!" Your husband soon stopped and turned to see the little copy of him running towards him with a big smile. He felt his heart warm at the sight. When Baelon was a few steps away from him, he approached and picked him up without warning, making the boy squeal with happiness.

"I want to go with you," the boy announced before his father could ask him what was happening.

Your husband looked at you waiting for you to say something but you were already raising your hand saying goodbye to them with a smile. Baelon moved his hand back and forth until you became a distant speck on the beach.

"What's the name of your dragon?" the boy asked, still in his dad's arms as he walked.

"Caraxes" the father responded with a smile even though this was not the first time his son had asked him that.

"It's like Wing?"

Daemon would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of hearing how Baelon called your dragon Wing because according to the Nightwing boy he was too long.

"Caraxes is much grander than the dragon on your muña," the prince responded, feeling his smile grow larger as he imagined your indignation if you would listen to him. A part of him hoped that Baelon would later tell you this just to see your reaction.

"He's giant!" Baelon exclaimed impressed when he saw the red beast. "Will my dragon be like that too?" He asked excitedly.

"Probably but in many years" Daemon replied and poked his nose when he saw him pouting "Do you want to pet him?" Instantly the pout was replaced by a smile.

"Yes!" the boy shouted excitedly and before Baelon went to touch the dragon, Daemon took his son's small hand before placing it and his carefully on the dragon's face. He did not believe that Caraxes would do anything to him but he preferred not to risk it, it was known that dragons did not usually react well when someone who was not their rider approached them with too much confidence and the last thing he wanted was for his son to end up hurt so he was for a while talking to his dragon while they both caressed it.

Daemon could remember the proudest moments in his life: when he claimed Caraxes, when his father gave him Dark Sister, when he called you his wife for the first time when you told him you were pregnant and now it added up to see his son bond with his dragon.

They were there for a while. Daemon listened with amusement to Baelon's ramblings about how giant Caraxes was and that he surely had to eat a lot to achieve that size, all while never stopping petting the dragon. Until started to get dark then they headed back to the castle.

"I like Wing more" the boy confessed once the figure of the dragon became a distant speck.

"Tomorrow you will come to fly with me and you will see that Caraxes flies faster," the prince said instantly. He had to change Baelon's mind before he said that again but in front of you. He could already imagine your cocky smile and how you would never let him forget it.

"Let's fly now!" the boy squealed excitedly.

"We can't now, your daughter must be waiting for us for dinner" the father explained, and seeing that  Baelon seemed about to complain he added "Would you like her to have dinner alone? I'm sure that would make her sad"

"No, let's go with muña!"

During dinner, Baelon spent his time talking non-stop about Caraxes and how tomorrow he would fly with his Kepa. You listened to everything with a smile and only interrupted your son's ramblings to remind him to eat before the food got cold.

In the middle of Baelon's talks, Daemon took your hand and kissed it. He didn't need to tell you anything, you could see it in his eyes, he was grateful that you encouraged him to stop hiding and that he would make an effort to form a bond with his son.

When it was time for Baelon to go to sleep you and him got up from the table to go to the nursery but first Baelon said goodbye to his Kepa with a kiss on the cheek. You encouraged your son to go ahead with one of the maidens while you stayed with Daemon.

"I'm proud of you," you said as you took your husband's face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him "I can't wait to see you with the next one" you declared between kisses.

Your husband took a while to register your words because he was distracted by the taste of your lips but once he did he stopped kissing you to look at you impressed.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked just to make sure he understood correctly although he could already feel his heart racing.

You nodded with a smile and let out a laugh the moment Daemon pulled you onto his lap. You kissed his neck while his hand rested on your stomach. You still didn't show but he couldn't wait to see how the life inside you grew. He couldn't be by your side when you were pregnant with Baelon but this time it would be different, this time the two of you wouldn't have to discuss the baby's name by letter, this time Daemon would feel the baby's kicks instead of having to imagine it, this time if you wanted him, he would be by your side when you gave birth, this time he wouldn't have to wait years to meet his son. This time he would be there to see him grow.

"This time I won't miss anything," he promised, kissing your forehead.

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[sidemenxyn]

Harry & Y/n moments caught on camera!

Tw: language, minor injury, alcohol/mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, blood and I believe that’s it!

Afab reader

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There is a clip of Harry on stream and you had just come back from Starbucks. You walked into the room and saw Harry on stream and tried to be quiet. Harry turned around after hearing the door open and closed, he smiled “Hey Y/n” you smiled “Hi Haz.” Harry mentioned “don’t worry about being quiet, ok?” You smiled and nodded. Walking over to him you handed him a drink as he looked up at you “is this for me?” You smiled “yeah, got it just before I left so it should be still warm.” He beamed with excitement, smiling he stood up and gave you a kiss “thank you babe.” “Your welcome, I’m just gonna sit on the bed and watch you stream.” He smiled and nodded as he loves your company when he streams.

One time your were streaming later in the evening, you were streaming because Harry had a few of the boys over and they were watching the ufc. So you decided to stream and let them do what they want. And of course Harry and the boys had a few drinks so he was a bit tipsy. One thing about Harry is when he’s drunk he can get clingy. So when the ufc was done he went straight to your office room. You heard a knock, so you spun in your chair and asked “yeah?!” Harry opened the door. You smiled “hey Harry, you ok?” He nodded and asked “can I join you?” You smiled and nodded. Standing up as he walked over and sat in the chair you were sitting in seconds ago. You sat on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled “what you up to?” You replied “I am making a zoo.” He asked “give me a tour.” As you were giving him a your you can already see the fan edits and the chat spamming cute things. Every so often he would give you a kiss on the cheek.

It was in the cold vs hot football video ChrisMD filmed, you and Harry were on the cold team. And for a forfeit if you missed a goal, you’d remove a item of clothing. And as you already had your coat and sweatpants off you were now in your leggings and T-shirt. It was now your go and sadly you missed the goal. So you walked back over to Harry, Reev, Ethan and Chris. You asked Harry to hold your mic while you took your shirt off. You looked at the camera and joked “Chris is trying to kill us with hypothermia!” You laughed with the boys as you slipped your shirt off. Now wearing your sports bra and leggings. You shivered, Harry saw that so he walked over to you and hugged you from behind and put your hands in his coat pockets. This was another fan edit filled moment.

You both were filing gta with the boys, since you play the game more than Harry, you were better. So when you were done with the race, you could hear Harry going off on his antics about the game. So being the amazing girlfriend you are, you went to his office. You sneaked in and took the controller, shushing Harry as he giggled too loudly and he flew up three podiums. The boys grew suspicious and asked ‘if Y/n was doing it’ he replied “nah just got that random motivation from somewhere.” You then got him to forth place.

You both were cooking for your channel, when Harry grabbed some flour and at first he made lines as a ‘drug joke’ making it look like cocaine. You laughed “Harry don’t do that to the fucking flour!” You both were laughing the whole time. Then he glanced at the camera, a mysterious glance that turned into a flour war. He threw some flour in you, not even a second later you both burst out into a flour war. What made it even funnier was that Calfreezy just came home from going out. And when he saw all the flour and the two culprits, his jaw dropped “what the fuck are you pair up to?” It was like a parent finding their kids doing something they shouldn’t be doing. What a chaotic video that was.

In a sidemen video, you two were on the same team. It was the America holiday one. You, Tobi, Harry and JJ were sitting outside with the camera crew. Making some s’mores, you all heard a bear growling. Harry jumped and screamed so did JJ, you and Tobi were laughing. You spread your arms out and stood in front of Harry “I’ll protect you Harry!” You all heard it louder again this time you jumped; Harry grabbed you and pulled you into him out of reaction. You grabbed the second baseball bat, you all ran towards the door and tried opening to find out it was just the speaker. You shouted “fucking scared the living shit out of me!”

You and Harry attended Chip’s pub crawl video and as a forfeit Harry had to do karaoke. So to ease his nerves of singing in front of a crowd, you did it too. You both sang ‘Mr.Brightside’ and you were loving and so did Harry. He found some confidence with you there and doing it with him. So this made the video and made it the ‘wholesome part’ and yes, more edits!!

You were making some food, when you had cut your hand with a knife. It wasn’t a big cut but it did bleed. So you ran into your shears bedroom, forgetting Harry was streaming. You ran into the bathroom and went to the sink and started running the water. Harry was concerned and asked “are you alright, Y/n?” You said “I cut my hand while cutting potatoes.” You and Harry can’t stay serious with anything so as you both stared at each other for a moment you both started laughing. Yes it hurt a bit but laughing made it somewhat better. Harry spoke “how the fuck did you manage that? Were you cutting with your eyes close?” You laughed “I did blink when it happened so? Kinda?”

“HARRY!” You shouted all the way from the living room. He was streaming once again. He ran into the living room thinking your hurt or something. He sees you in a ball on the sofa “what?! You ok?!” You pointed to the other side of the sofa. That’s when Harry’s eyes met the massive spider on the sofa just next to where you were sitting. “What am I supposed to do?!” “I don’t know?! Kill it?!” “I’m not kill-” “just do something!” He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a cup. That’s when the spider thought it was funny and crawled towards you. You jumped off the sofa and ran over to Harry, your hearts beating fast and your somehow out of breath. You hid behind Harry as he got the spider and placed it outside the front door. You closed the door quickly and went back to watching your show. Harry walks back in and continues his stream. The chat kept asking what happened so he explained “a fucking spider was on the couch next to Y/n, so obviously I had to deal with it and then it crawled at her.” He looked at the camera and giggled.

You both were in a sidemen reacts with Tobi and Simon, watching worlds biggest animals (you can see where this is going…) and as Harry did the intro he added “low and behold, Y/n’s mums on screen” and of course it was a fat animal. You gasped loudly and joked “right! I’ll come beat you up, you know!” Simon asked “isn’t Harry in Guernsey?” You replied “and so am I, I’m upstairs.” Meanwhile Tobi is laughing his head off. You said “hey, wait till my mum sees this, she’s gonna beat you up next time she sees you.” Your all laughing to the point you almost can’t breath. And yes, your mum did (playfully) punch Harry when you all met up.

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[making-dough]

Kicked out of Nahan not a penny to our name ♠ - Dear whichever gods were listening, when she'd (privately) asked for these jerk villagers to get in trouble, she wasn't that serious. And especially not in being by a random army. Well, end result was that they lost half their group (mostly the students like Maria) to said army, it looked like? And the rest of them kicked out of town to regroup in a nearby forest and plan their next move.

Well, given the way they were received though, Farina couldn't say she was surprised they ended up getting chased out of town. It was the how that was surprising. Well, she'd never been welcomed in the first place so she wasn't about to get too fussed on getting thrown out. More importantly, getting their students kidnapped was probably going to be a problem. Never mind the entire question of why were there armed soldiers going around kidnapping random villagers in the first place. "Firstly, do we know even know which way those soldiers went?", Farina pointed out. "We'll just make everything worse if we start stumbling around blindly." She paused for a moment to stroke the back of her pegasus as if silently offering an option they had available. "Well, if we need to, I guess I could go for a bit of a fly. A caravan like that should be easy to spot from the air!"

And it seemed like her idea had attracted some merit, with Ephidel and Byleth at least, speaking up in its favour and Hilda even expressing some interest in joining with. Just then, a certain empty-eyed young man burst out of the bushes nearby, trying to get them to follow him instead towards the north-east, towards the Grannvale border. Apparently, he went by Colla and the Nahan villagers' claimed he was the army's target. Apparently, he came across that army before and got dumped for being 'too old', which made the pushy way he was trying to get them to follow him all the weirder.

"Whoa there!", Farina hissed out in response to the Colla's urgings. "You seem awfully eager to be heading back towards a group you only just got away from." Granted, said group might not have wanted him but who's ever heard of someone just rushing into trouble? "Don't tell me you've got your own pals those goons have nabbed?", she guessed. It made sense for a motive as any, ignoring the possibility of the whole thing being a trap, anyway. His appearance was just a little too convenient here and his urgings sounded just a little too eager. Still, having a local guide would certainly make things easier. If it's a trap, well, they'll deal with it when it gets sprung. "No complaints here, then.", she laughed, grabbing a handful of her mount's reins. "Let's go!" Well, just so long as they kept a sharp eye out, anyway. Speed might be of the essence but no sense in being too careless, right?

But before that..."Hilda, you're with me!", Farina declared, swinging herself onto her pegasus' back and nudging him into taking off. "We're flying!" That was little sense in putting all their trust in Colla's directions. At the very least, they should get a much better idea of what exactly they were dealing with around, right?

[scorpio-marionette]

Good Morning

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Eleodoro x F!character

Warnings: suggestive content, brief mentions of masturbation, no activity though

A/N: Welcome back to the wonderful, sweater filled world my beloved Eleodoro adores. This has been a long time coming, but you must know I prefer to be happy with my post before putting it out there. It is good to be back with this handsome man though 😍

You are now entering an original universe

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Autumn seems to have come overnight. The rain storm from the day before has brought down a chilled blanket of cold air, and with it a beautiful burst of color. The reds, oranges, and yellows are a kaleidoscope of leaves for freshly opened eyes. The jersey sheets beneath his skin are soft and warm from their constant use and his persistent heat. The comfort threatens to drag him back under. Tempts him to stay forever in their embrace, but the call of coffee and his duty to his store rouse him from his cocoon. Though he is still slow to rise. Still staring outside.

When the motivation to move finally comes to pass, he sits up onto his elbows. The bedding slips away to reveal his bare chest to the air as his hand pushes it back to release his plaid pant cladded legs. Equally bare feet meet with the old hard wood floor, only for a shock of cold to shoot up his spine. Standing, he reaches high to the heavens. The muscles in his back stretching under the wide expanse of smooth skin. His biceps bulging as flexes his arms, pulling them back down to him. The band to his pants having slipped just bit, riding dangerously low on his hips. He'd fix it, but who's here to see other than him?

Waiting at the foot of his bed is his current sweater. His collection is extensive, and also half in the wash considering how often he wears them. This one is a deep wine with teal sleeves. The wide neck leaves much of his collar bone exposed, but he's been told time and time again "it'd be a crime to cover you up." Apparently he looks particularly attractive in this one.

I wonder what she would think of me in this?

Now that's a strange thought. Why would he be thinking of you when you had barely even spoken a word yesterday? He was rude, not saying hello, but then again Char expects as much out of him. He knows this. But you're new to the shop. He doesn't even know your name. So why does he care what you think of him in this sweater?

Her stare seemed to indicate she was interested. Do I just want her to look at me like that again?

Quietly and curious, he slips on the comfortable material onto his shoulders. The sleeves are pushed up his forearms until he is pleased with their placement. He forgoes changing his pants, unwilling to give up their lingering warmth, and pulls on a pair of loafers. He snatches his wallet and keys off of his dresser and head down stairs. As per usual, he is greeted by his pup Margo, who reminds him that she is in need of sustenance like him before he leaves for his coffee. Detouring to the kitchen, he pours out some kibble into Margo's bowl. Like lighting, another seemingly random thought strikes him.

What if I brought Margo this time?

Clearly, it's been some time since his last romp with a beautiful woman if he's thinking this hard on how to attract you. Hell, he doesn't even know how old you are! Frustrated, he hangs his head as he leans his weight onto his kitchen island, eyes closed. Upon opening them, he is reminded as to his lack of boxers by the slight protrusion in his loose pajama bottoms. He has half a mind to work himself up and work it out of his system. He also has half a mind to keep it for you to notice when he goes into the cafe. Only one side can win.

When Margo finishes, he grabs her leash and walks her down stairs. Once inside his shop, he stops by the safe under his counter to count the money from the previous work day. Once satisfied with the count, he takes a little for his coffee purchase, marks it in his log, and walks Margo out. While Char will more than likely decline his money again, it's always better to have something on him.

Taking the long way around so that Margo can use the restroom, his mind wanders back to you. The previous day on replay. He hadn't noticed you until after had ordered. A strange new shadow in his favorite coffee shop, still, if not slightly shaking, in the corner of his eye. Turning to your form he had smiled to be friendly, but had been blown away by your beauty. Doe eyes stared back at him. Soft, smooth, touchable skin so inviting. The desire to flirt with you had hit heavy in the back of his mind, but he had been waiting on a client to arrive for a dresser he had acquired in Bali. He only had enough time to come by for his previously forgotten morning coffee on that late afternoon. Still, you lingered with him. Clearly, if his early morning actions are anything to go by. Fitful sleep gave way to self pleasure to peaceful rest, and yet, it wasn't enough. He wants to see you. To meet you properly. To tempt you as many have done to him.

With the Hideout in sight, he rushed Margo across the street to the door. The tell-tale bell signals his arrival with its delicate chime. The quite music is immediately over shadowed by Margo's panting. Char squeals at the sight of the pup and comes from around the counter, completely ignoring him. He doesn't mind though. It gives him a chance to look for you. When his eyes land on you, you're sitting at one of the tables with a laptop in front of your own. Completely consumed by what you're doing.

"Good morning, Eleo!" Char announces rather loudly, causing you to jump out of your skin.

He chuckles at this. You're cute...

"Your usual, I presume?"

"You know me so well, Char," he says with a smile.

"But I don't know her." He nods over at you, preoccupied again.

Char gives him your name.

"She started last month while you were away. Completely forgot to mention you to her."

He feigns offense. "You forgot about me?"

"Yup! Sad to say. She's just more fun than you are," Char quips back.

"What makes you say that?"

"She's a college student studying to be a writer and director. Hey, maybe you could help her!"

After receiving his coffee, he moves over to your table. You're so focused on your task that you don't even notice him. That is until Margo licks your hand, suddenly sit upright at the feeling. Thoroughly startled, you turn to face the presence lingering by your impromptu writing station.

It's the man from yesterday! You forget his name... Leo? No, that doesn't sound right to you. Margo sets her head in your lap, disrupting the mad scramble to remember. Instantly you are swept away by the fluffy baby and lavish her in attention. He tells you her name and you coo it sweetly into her fur. He takes this moment to watch how you interact with her. Margo is a great judge of character. Her playful and happy demeanor is a good sign. He doesn't care how young you are, he just wants to know what you're like behind all the shyness.

"Char said you were trying to write something, maybe I can help?"

[kremeforkian]

kian lawley x female reader

once again, all fluff. whatever that even means. (not a writer).

summary: you never asked for help as your mental health slowly got worse, not liking when you seemed vulnerable or weak.

ignore the random paragraphs. the app decided to let me know that my paragraphs were too long. so judgemental. i’m not sure if i even like this one, my writing was all over the place. anyway, don’t let me stop you from reading.

It had been a hard month. you’re anxiety was creeping it’s way back, eliciting old habits to plague your daily life. you felt held back. a sense of dread had found a home in your stomach, tossing and turning, always making you feel like something bad was ahead. you kept brushing it off. it’ll go away. you, of course, had kept this from kian. you felt that him knowing wouldn’t do him any good. putting others first had always been a natural instinct of yours. it had been especially bad that morning. on the verge of a full breakdown, that was ignored, you had gotten ready as usual. waitressing at a cafe down the street had been a side job of yours for a few years, never getting tired of the homely, welcoming space you felt safe in.

as soon as you stepped through the door, the small bell signalling your awaited arrival, you felt all eyes on you. casuals greeted you with a smile whereas others took a quick glance in your direction, completely uninterested. you still couldn’t help but feel on-the-spot. you went about your shift as normally as possible, taking orders and greeting customers. the welcoming atmosphere had changed into something that made you uncomfortable. you felt that peoples smiles and happy attitudes towards you were not genuine. running away and finding somewhere to hide was a very seemingly ideal option for you.

nearing the end of your shift you found yourself in the alley beside the cafe, phone in hand, pacing. the number at the top read ‘ki’. you pressed it, yearning to hear his voice. after a few rings he picked up. “hey baaaaaby” kian said, giddy about you calling him during your shift. “hi ki” you said casually, trying to rid your voice of the nerves that filled you. “hey, are you alright?” he asked you softly. “mhm” was all you had found yourself being able to say, suddenly feeling choked up by that one question. “y/n..what’s wrong?” he had suspected for awhile that you hadn’t been feeling your best, but with your skills of hiding your emotions, he couldn’t be sure. the concern and care his voice had almost made you burst into tears then and there, standing in the middle of the cafe’s change rooms, a dirty cloth in hand. “..nothing-uh..nothing. i’m fine. just wanted to..say hi.” you forced out, voice heavy. “y/n…” “oh shit, my boss is calling me back to work. bye kian.” you rushed, voice shaky, “y/n, isn’t your shift about to en-” you hung up amidst his questioning. what is wrong with me. you scolded yourself, feeling embarrassed.

you decided a stroll would be good for you. you clocked out a bit early, your boss urging you to once seeing the flustered state you were in. instead of hearing straight home, you ended up finding yourself on a boardwalk that reached out into a vast lake. you wanted to go there to think but your mine seemed blank. you were upset and tired, but no tears came. you sat there, time ticking by, phone occasionally lighting up with calls and texts. you found it hard to find the motivation to actually get up and go. you’re mind was someplace else. the buzzing of your phone caught you off guard. your mind finally becoming more aware. you didn’t check who was calling you, just lazily answering. “y/n?” kian’s voice cracked out of the speaker. ”hello?” you said in a small voice. “y/n!” he sighed out of relief, “are you okay? where are you?” he rushed out, in a panic. you were a bit confused as to why he was so worried. “why? did something happen?” “what! y/n, no one knew where you were for two hours!” he sounded worn out, frustrated and confused. two hours? you could tell he was pacing as he spoke. “oh” you replied. he picked up on the distant vibe that came from each reply. you sounded drained. “y/n..” “i’ll be home in 5 minutes.” you hung up the call.

walking up towards the door, you were fiddling with your keys, getting ready to let yourself in. before you could even get to the unlocking part, the door flung open, a warm body enveloping you in their arms. kian’s cologne filled your nose, his taller figure making you feel safe. you could hear his heart beating rapidly. your tense body suddenly weakened. you felt like you’d reached your tipping point. all the silent, hidden struggling weighed down on you. unable to hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed into kian’s hold. he gripped you tight, making sure you wouldn’t fall. he slowly brought you both down towards the floor, seating himself against the wall beside the door, leaning you up against himself. jc, oscar, crawford, ryan and will were inside. they had obviously been called over when kian was freaking out. they were watching in deep concern, also being some of the many who had been trying to contact you. they had not known the extent of your struggling. seeing you in that way shocked them. they worriedly mumbled to each other whilst walking away, deciding to give the two of you privacy.

his hands brushed against your back soothingly as your body shook with each silent sob. tears rushed down your face. “shh..it’s okay y/n,” he said softly in your ear, “you’re fine, y/n, i’m here.” you felt so, so tired. once your body had stopped trembling, kian lifted your head up, holding your face between his hands. tears still rapidly ran down your cheeks. the sight of this made his heart wrench. he attempted to dry the wetness of your face with his sleeve but it was a futile attempt. he whispered “why didn’t you say anything y/n..” you stayed silent. “you don’t need to be scared to tell someone that you’re not feeling okay.” he was right. you were scared. that was not something you wanted to admit. the look on your face said it all. he pulled you into a hug, holding your head against his chest. your body slowly became more tired, weakened from your previous display of emotions. he stood up, still grasping on tightly to you. he walked you both towards his room, you leaning against his side for support, red eyed with pink blotchy cheeks. the sound of the door closing alerted the boys. they looked at you, eyebrows furrowed in worry. you didn’t look at them, deeply embarrassed. they looked at kian, silently asking if talking to you in that moment would be a good idea. kian shook his head. the boys silently mimicked that they were leaving, ryan mouthing ‘text us later’.

you both lay in kian’s bed, his hand running through your hair. “y/n?” “hmm?” you hummed quietly, exhausted. “from now on, i need you to tell me when your not feeling okay, even if you’re feeling the tiniest bit off. i don’t want you to keep struggling by yourself. i’m here for you and i want you to feel like you can tell me anything.” kian said. “i love you ki” you whispered, lifting your head up to look at him. the care he had for you was evident in his eyes. “i love you y/n”.

[noreasonjustbored]

Fall In Fake Love With Me

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“It sure is crowded for a kickback” Charlotte muttered as she sidestepped a large football player rushing to the front door they had just walked through. She could hear the sound of him puking fade away as they ventured further in.

Walking into the party was almost like walking into a parallel universe. Not because anything particularly crazy was happening but just because they were there. In a place they had never been welcome before. Or had even considered going during normal circumstances.

They weren’t pariahs or anything and Swellview is a smallish town, population wise so it wasn’t like they were unknown. They were just standoffish with people outside their circle. Most of their time was spent at the ManCave with Ray, Jasper and Schowz. Fighting crime took a lot of energy. There wasn’t much left over for social interaction.

“Do you want something to drink?” Henry asked Charlotte.

“Yeah sure” she responded back easily.

Henry started weaving through the crowd while Charlotte followed.

Once they made it to the kitchen they saw that it was relatively empty. Only a random couple who were making out on the island and a guy who was asleep with his body half inside of the pantry could be spotted.

“We were definitely not at dinner long enough for people to be this drunk” Charlotte muttered.

“Seriously”, Henry said while carefully stepping over the sleeping dude’s face to access the refrigerator, Charlotte following his path.

“How long till we can leave?” Charlotte groaned.

“Come on, don’t be like that Char. Let’s try to have fun.” Henry pleaded while handing her a sprite and getting a coke for himself.

She muttered her thanks while accepting the drink. “I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl.” He said encouragingly with a smirk.

“Shut up” replied Char while pushing his shoulder lightly. “Let’s go chill on the couch.”

They once again voyaged through the throng of partygoers in order to reach the living room. Spotting a large sectional, they beelined for the empty spaces at the end.

Henry sat in the corner and before Charlotte could sit next to him he grabbed her hips to redirect her onto his lap.

Letting out a surprised squeak, she tried to protest and move to the seat beside him but Henry sat up against her back and whispered in her ear “Bianca, 3 o’clock.”

Charlotte looked out the corner of her eye and saw Bianca glaring at them over the rim of her cup as she took a sip.

Char subtly raised her eyebrows in disdain and then leaned against Henry until they were both molded into the couch. Noticing that Henry still had his hands resting lightly on her hips, she pulled them around her further so they were wrapped around her midsection with her hands covering his.

Not questioning her sudden bout of confidence, Henry pulled her impossibly closer.

Rage seemed to radiate from Bianca as she downed the remainder of whatever liquid courage was in her cup and handed the hollow plastic to a confused stranger partying beside her.

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Bianca put on a mask of indifference and started to dance in a way that was supposed to give off sensuality but was severely lacking.

Is she serious? Charlotte thought while watching her dance and obviously make eyes at Henry behind her. Feeling a sudden burst of petty energy Charlotte turned her body slightly and placed a kiss on Henry’s neck. When she looked back into the crowd she saw that Bianca had found a random football player and was now attempting to grind on him. Folding her lips inside her mouth to prevent herself from laughing, Charlotte leaned back against Henry’s chest and murmured “Check mate.”

Throughout this whole process that couldn’t have been more than three minutes, Henry was a little stunned. He may have overestimated his own skills when he was teasing Charlotte about needing to practice earlier. Now he was the one feeling like a novice.

Pulling her onto his lap had been impulsive and it seemed like a good enough idea until Charlotte did what she does best and elevated it. She always makes a plan so much better he thought absentmindedly.

Now that they were in this position, all he could really do was focus on controlling his breathing. He might’ve bit off more than he could chew. Why was he feeling tingly all of a sudden?

Thirty more minutes into the party and Henry was in hell. He didn’t fully think this whole Charlotte sitting on his lap thing through. He’s realizing that he put way too much faith in himself and that was his first mistake.

His second mistake? Not thinking about how much Charlotte would be moving. Charlotte is definitely not the type of girl to go out alone in the middle of the crowd but he’s coming to the realization that she is a chair dancer. And he’s the chair.

He isn’t even sure if she’s conscious of it but every time a song she likes comes on she sways a little to the music and she also moves her hips. Very subtly but definitely enough that he can feel it.

After a reggaeton song that was popular on TikTok ends, he needs to get her off of him. Like now. Otherwise their friendship will take a very awkward turn.

“Um, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Henry whispered into her ear before putting his hands on her hips to lift her off of him.

“Ok no problem.” she replies while standing up.

Practically sprinting to the bathroom, Henry gets there and discovers that there is a line.

“Ugh. This is not what I need right now.” He grumbles frustratedly under his breath with his head down.

He must’ve been louder than he thought because the girl in front of him looks over her shoulder.

It’s Bianca. But Henry is too busy glaring at his shoelaces and thinking of Schowz in one of his bean baths to help calm his racing pulse.

Dropping her clutch on the ground in front of her, Bianca reaches down to grab it and rubs up against Henry on the way up.

“Whoa, dude what are you doing?” he says while backing up with his arms raised.

“Sorry, I just dropped my bag.”

“Riggghhhhhhhtttttt” Henry replies in a disapproving tone.

“My bad.” She simpered unapologetically. “But it seems like you enjoyed it.”

“I definitely didn’t.”

“That’s not what I felt.”

“What you felt had absolutely nothing to do with you.”

“Of course not. Because you have a ‘girlfriend’” she replies boredly.

“Yes. I do have a girlfriend. No air quotes required.”

“Uh uh. Henry, why are you playing so hard to get? I know this thing with Charlene is just a ruse to make me jealous. Admit it.”

“You know what Bianca? You’re right about one thing.” He crooks a finger at her. “Come here, let me tell you something.”

She leans closer to Henry as he bends down to speak directly in her ear.

“I am hard to get. For you. For Charlotte I’m just hard. She’s the reason why you felt what you felt. It had nothing to do with your little bend and snap stunt.”

Bianca looks disgusted as she processes his vulgar words and their implications.

“But you know what you did do for me?”

“What?”

“You helped me lose my boner.” Henry states while leaning back up.

He looked at her and saw nothing but affronted disapproval all over her face.

At the same time, someone was exiting the bathroom. “Oh look, it’s your turn” he casually remarked while leaving to go back to the party.

She stood there in stunned silence for a few moments.

“Yo! You gonna pee or not?!” the new person behind her exclaimed before shoving her aside when they received no response.

[gubler-me-up]

Broken Telephone

Request: Spencer Request. You're new to the team, having transferred from the NYPD and are also studying for a Doctorate at the same time. Spencer falls in love with you straight away, but saddens when he hears you talking to JJ about a guy you do a load of fun activities with a guy and a little girl. He assumes you're taken and it breaks his heart. Eventually, he finds out you were talking about your cousin and his daughter & asks you out on a date, and you say yes.

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! This was a really cute, fun request to write! Starting it was tough though because I didn’t know the exact tone I wanted for it. I hope it’s okay though! When I was reading through the beginning part before I edited it I was like “I have a whole degree in English and I can’t even write properly i hate it here” LOL the first paragraph was a MESS but I fixed it. I think the rest is fine! Enjoy, love!!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None

Word count: 1.7k

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Upgrading from NYPD to the BAU was probably your greatest career move to date. You hated how NYPD operated and dealt with crimes. It made you so frustrated. If you weren’t born and raised in New York you wouldn’t even be a part of NYPD. You felt as if New York would always be your home, but sometimes you had to branch out to find what’s best for you.

Moving to Washington, D.C. was a completely new start for you and you felt as if it were only right you changed a few things about yourself. First, you cut your hair shorter. Very cliche of a restart arc, but you thought you’d feel free with less weight weighing your head down. You also bought an actual house. After years of living in a small, cramped apartment you thought it was right to invest in something bigger and more welcoming.

The biggest thing you were proud of during the transition to the BAU was finishing your Ph.D. in Linguistics. You had wanted to complete it years ago, but found it difficult to focus on it while at NYPD. With the bureau they allowed you to work on your Ph.D. as long as you worked your agreed-upon hours every week. It felt amazing to finally have a support net to motivate you towards your dreams.

You weren’t the only one excited about your Ph.D. though. Your coworker, Dr. Spencer Reid, couldn’t wait to see you during your time in to discuss your Ph.D. with you. As soon as you walked to your desk, he’d be the first one to greet you with a huge, lovable smile, rosy red cheeks and a sparkle in his eyes. You had never seen someone so animated over linguistics before. If you two weren’t talking about linguistics or random facts he would spurt out, the conversation was about you.

On one particular day though, the good doctor was running late to work. You were kind of disappointed you weren’t greeted with a daily dose of facts early in the morning. The second best thing happened when JJ walked towards your desk with two Starbucks coffees.

“Ugh, if I knew you a few years earlier, I would have married you before Will could ever dream to,” you said.

She laughed. “I don’t think Spence would allow that to happen without a fight. He’s been quite the busy bee around you.”

She handed you your drink as you pondered on what she said. Just maybe he had a slight crush on you. The way he expressed his interest was adorable for sure. You preferred his way of flirting over the typical sexualized pick-up lines many men in your life have used.

“Are you saying super-genius Dr. Spencer Reid has a crush on me? I won’t believe it until he runs some tests about your theory,” you said as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Maybe he’ll ask you out one of these days between statistics,” she said.

You smiled. “That would be nice. I just hope he doesn’t do it this weekend. Remember I told you how Adrian was visiting this weekend? He’s bringing the little one with him.”

“Oh, really? What’s their name?”

“Her name’s Rhea. She’s the cutest little thing ever.”

You pulled out your phone to look for a picture of them. You found a picture of the three of you from a few months ago before you left for D.C. You turned your phone to JJ and she instantly melted.

“Oh my gosh, she’s adorable,” she said.

You proudly smiled. “Right. She’s the cutest four-year-old I know. I think I was the happiest one in the room when I met her for the first time. Adrian was a puddle of tears and nerves from the reality of taking care of this little girl forever. He treats her like an absolute princess.”

“You both are lucky to have her in your lives. She looks like a ray of sunshine.”

“She is. We do so many fun things together. The last time we hung out we went to this trampoline park. This weekend we’re going to the food festival.”

“That does sound like a lot of fun. Maybe I’ll bring Will and the kids there.”

You were going to respond to JJ until you noticed Reid sitting at his desk which was diagonally across from yours. You hadn’t even noticed him come in at all let alone sit down to start his workday. He had already buried his nose deep into case files. JJ looked at Reid with as much confusion as you did. He was never quiet unless something was troubling him.

“No fact today for me, doctor?” You joked.

He looked up at you. He had no sparkle in his eye or a blush painted on his face. He looked disappointed. You were confused as to what made your chatty doctor become so mute.

“I just wanted to start these case files,” he said.

“You sure there isn’t anything wrong, Spence?” JJ asked.

“No, I’m fine. I just gotta finish these before Hotch comes in,” he said.

He then buried his face back into the file without uttering another word. You and JJ looked at each other. You were concerned there was something wrong, but JJ’s look said to leave it alone for now. You sighed and took another long sip of your coffee. You stared at him out of the corner of your eye. You hoped whatever he was going through he’d tell you eventually.

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You packed your things up to leave 20 minutes ago, but stuck around your desk until you saw Reid also getting ready to leave. You wanted to inquire about his miserable attitude towards you. You noticed throughout the day he was normal with everyone else except you. When you tried to spark conversation, he would give you quick, to the point answers before he made a B-line back to his desk. He gave you no choice but to crack him.

As soon as you saw him put his books and files into his satchel. He swung the strap around his shoulder and made his way to the door. He didn’t even look at you the whole time he got ready to leave. This was getting ridiculous to you. You picked up your purse and ran towards him before he caught the elevator.

“Spencer,” you called out.

He turned to look at you. “What’s up?”

You looked at him confused. “What’s up with me? What’s up with you?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you haven’t talked to me or even looked at me longer than a second today.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“You weren’t too busy to tell Morgan how many microscopic mites were living on his face today.”

“I thought it was valuable information he needed to know.”

“And you didn’t think it would be valuable to tell me?”

“In the moment, no.”

He went to go press the button for the elevator but you stopped his hand. You grabbed his hand tightly to make sure he didn’t escape your grip. He looked at you as if he was uncomfortable with you touching him. You knew awhile ago he had thing about not liking to shake hands, but you had stepped over that barrier with him a long time ago.

“I don’t think you should be doing this,” he quietly said.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why not?”

“I feel as if I’ve been intruding,” he said.

“Intruding on what?”

“Your family life.”

You let go of his hand as you stood there in shock. You didn’t understand what he meant when he said that. If he wanted to ask you out all he had to do was ask and you’d sort out your schedule. Adrian and Rhea would understand if you took a few hours to go on your first date in over two years.

“You think you’re intruding on my family life? How so?” You asked.

“If you really want to know I wanted to take you to the food festival this weekend because I know how much you love unique foods, but then I heard you and JJ talking about your partner and daughter coming this-“

“Hold up, wait,” you said before bursting into an uncontrollable laugh.

He looked at you funny. You watched as he stared in confusion as you laughed at his interpretation of your conversation with JJ. To be fair you had never mentioned Adrian and Rhea to him before, but you didn’t know he’d be eavesdropping in your conversation with JJ.

“You think Adrian’s my partner and Rhea’s my kid? Well, I’m proud to say that for once in Dr. Spencer Reid’s life he is completely, utterly wrong.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Adrian’s my cousin and Rhea’s his daughter. They’re coming to visit me from New York for the weekend. Adrian’s basically like a big brother to me.”

His face went from confused to embarrassed in a fraction of a second. His face turned to that noticeable red and an awkward smile spread across his face. You continued to laugh at his demeanour as you pressed the elevator button, so the two of you could actually get going.

“Oh. I’m so sorry for being weird to you, Y/N. I just felt terrible for thinking about asking you on a date while you were in a committed relationship,” he said.

“I get it, I do. I think you can make it up to me though,” you said.

The elevator dinged and the two of you stepped inside. He looked at you in amusement. You looked back at him with a big smile on your face and big, hopeful eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Would you like to go on a date?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “I’d love to. We can even go to the food festival, so you can meet Adrian and Rhea in person.”

“That would be nice. I heard you telling JJ how lovely they are.”

“I bet they seem even lovelier now that you know they’re not my partner and child.”

“You can say that.”

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MASTERLIST

[missdawnandherdusk]

once upon a flight

Draco X Reader (post war)

Summary: The Wizarding World earnestly searched for the newly discovered Heir of Gryffindor. After many failed attempts at the claim, McGonagall almost gives up hope, but sends off one final letter. Draco looking for a reason to clear his name has an ulterior motive to find you... that is until he meets you. 

A/n: So, as promised, an Anastasia AU that is frankly one of my favorite things in a while. For all intents and purposes Snape isn’t dead because this is my blog and my word is law. Also, this is about 10k words... so you’re welcome.

Long ago, Hogwarts was founded by four great wizards: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. The Slytherin heir was found centuries later in one Tom Riddle who became the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, only to be defeated by the great Harry Potter. Yet, the story of the heirs does not end there. The unfortunate demise of Helena Ravenclaw ended the lineage of the Ravenclaw house for she had no children. The Hufflepuff heir, Cedric Diggory was killed in the war by Voldemort. Only one heir remains, and their whereabouts are unknown to all, but sought after by most. Minerva McGonagall is keen on the discovery of this witch or wizard, the last true heir of Hogwarts, and perhaps the most powerful of them all. Only in the hands of the true heir, will Godric’s mighty sword come alive with magic once more.

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“It’s a girl, raised muggle, in America,” Snape threw down the Daily Prophet. “This could be your chance,”

“My chance to what?” Draco huffed, running a hand through his hair before examining the paper. “Like a Slytherins could ever find this Gryffindor heir, let alone in muggle America,”

“But if you do,” Snape hinted, a smile curling on his lips. “It might clear your names,”

“Would you give that a rest?” Draco muttered, throwing the newspaper down of a very scared looking American girl. “Even if I do find this girl, why in the world would she trust me?”

“Because, she might have questions, and who is going to be there with the answers for her?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

Draco pondered the idea, then glanced at your photo in the paper in front of him. And he thought there perhaps might be a chance.

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“London?” I eyed the passport dubiously. “What long lost aunt wants me in London? And why did she show up now?” My fingers ran over the long letter explaining everything and nothing.

“Do you want to go or not?” Mrs. Greenwood asked. “Because I’ve got a lot of girl like you who’d kill for a chance at a family again.” Her snappy condescending voice wouldn’t be missed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

I zipped my bag closed, folding the letter, and placing it in my bag with the plane ticket and passport. It was a long drive to the airport that was filled with people who all went about their business. I had never felt more lost. I read the letter again as I waited for my plane to arrive. Something proved magical about the parchment and inked letters. A style never used in a modern day. It gave me hope. Or an unsettling sense of dread.

“Excuse me,” His voice was polite and broke through the music of my headphones. It was his accent that caught me off guard. He was a brit.

“Yes?” I asked, taking out an earbud.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Ms. McGonagall, would you? I’m supposed to be aiding her niece back to London,” I eyed him skeptically.

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright pretty boy, tell me, what absolute stranger is going to trust a random brit who comes up to her claiming to know the name of someone that he could easily have read off the girl’s letter?” He seemed amused at my skepticism.

“I suppose you’re right,” The stranger didn’t seem cornered, however. His caviler didn’t waver. “What if I told this stranger that hypothetically I knew that her aunt wasn’t really her aunt but someone looking for her to be claimed as the heir to a school of magic?”

“Well, hypothetically, I’d probably laugh and call security,” I eyed the cop, whose gaze caught mine before flashing to the beautiful stranger before me.

“And if I proved to her that magic was real? Would this stranger believe me?” Danger lurked in his eyes.

I snorted. “If you can prove that magic is real, I’ll follow you anywhere buddy,” 

“Careful there stranger, you’re promising something you might not want to,” He warned.

“I think I know what I can handle pretty boy,”

Without another word, he took my hand, clasping it in his. Glancing around he slowly raised his hand away from my palm, where a flower began to bud and bloom from nothing, sparking in the fluorescent lighting. I wasn’t impressed.

“Nice trick, but I’m not convinced.”

The stranger laughed. “I should have known it would take more to convince you,” He ran a hand through his silvery blond hair, looking around, before his gaze settled back on me. “What if I told you that you could do magic?”

“I’d say you’re crazy and were back to calling security,” I went to walk away, I had enough time before my flight that a quick walk wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“But you must have felt it,” His hand reached for mine. “When you were younger, and things happened around you that you couldn’t explain. A sense that you didn’t belong. That you were different. That you could see and feel and do things that others couldn’t.” His words were earnest and urgent. I paused.

“And if I did?” I didn’t face him.

“That you hear stories of magic and fairytales, and you thought maybe you belonged in them because there was no one quite like you,” My eyes met his, baffled, curious. “And you felt it just now, not on the surface of your skin, but in your hand, in your blood, a feeling in your heart that felt right. That felt powerful,”

“Okay, pretty boy, you seem to know a lot about who you think I am, so what’s your deal?’ I folded my arms, still not completely convinced but more than curious.

“I told you, I’m here to help you get to London in one piece and how to be an heir of magic.” The light in his eyes glinted as if he had won.

“Alright, let’s say hypothetically I believe you, then what?”

“I’d buy you a cup of coffee and we’d try this again?” He raised an eyebrow, nodding to a chain Starbucks that was near dead in the early hours of the morning.

I stared at the chai tea latte that was warming my hands. He didn’t say a word. Draco. The beautiful stranger who promised answers. Who looked a bit too good to be true.

“From here, I get a letter for an aunt I didn’t know that I had, and a plane ticket to London. Then I met you, claiming that you know her and that you’re here to help me. Then you tell me that my aunt really isn’t my aunt, and that magic is real and I’m the heir to some sort of magic school in London? This is a really good way to get kidnapped and never heard from again,” My skepticism grew. He could see that.

“You’re not wrong,” He leaned onto the table, closer to me. “And you wouldn’t believe me unless you knew that magic was real.”

“Every lonely girl dreams of fairytales and magic,” I countered. “Is it so far-fetched to really believe it?”

“Believing sure,” He gave an easy smile. “But you can do magic and you know it,” 

“How do you know what I know?” I snapped back.

“I know you’re in denial,” He chuckled. “And easy, you’re doing it now, but no one could tell you that you were because it’s subtle and hard to pick up on,”

“In what way?” I demanded.

“Defense spell,” His smirk started the urge in me to deck him. He was so self-assured, and it drove me insane. What was worse, was that he might be right about everything.

“Sure, why not,” My tone fell flat. “Okay pretty boy, how exactly am I using a defense spell?” I leaned back in my chair, unamused.

“No one in this airport gave you any trouble. A strange man comes up to you and you show signs of distress, and yet no one helps you. You’re hiding yourself from their point of view. It’s very self-assured of you to think you can handle yourself,” His explanation made to much sense... again.

“I’m the self-assured one?” I muttered. “And sorry to burst your bubble English, but this is America and we all pretty much keep our heads down.”

“And yet the second you decided to trust me, the security guard walked the other way—away from his post I might add,” His confident smile didn’t leave.

“He... what?” Now I backtracked.

“You like to be left alone, I can admire that, but you have so much potential and you could do so much more,”

“And if I don’t want to?” I offered a bit hopeless.

“Sure, go be a faceless nobody in the sea of Americans, work a nine to five, and never see adventure or magic again in your life,” He leaned back in his chair, casual. As if what he offered was the option a rational person would choose.

“And I should trust you? To take me to London and bring me to this magic school to be an heir or whatever it is you Brits do?”

“You seem quite offset that I’m not American,” His amused smile returned.

“Force of habit,” I shrugged, giving a carefree smile that caused indignation to flicker into his eyes.

“Well, you have approximately thirty seconds to decide if you trust me before you’re called to board,” His devious smirk had me reeling to look at the gate and the flight attendant who was ruffling through papers and getting ready to signal boarding groups.

“God, I hate you,” I muttered, resigned. “Fine. Whatever. Life of adventure and magic, sure.”

We boarded and Draco took the seat akin to mine in first class without the bat an of eyelash. My anxiety began to flare again thinking of how easy it was for him to find a place next to me on a full flight to London in the early hours of the morning.

Then there was the matter of flying altogether. I had never been on a plane ride before. And I was about to be on a nine-hour flight with a supposed magician and a promise of adventure. What had I gotten myself into?

“I can hear you worrying.” Draco muttered as the plane left the runway and began to ascend.

“I’ve never flown in a plane before in my life. All things considered, I think I’m allowed to worry,” I snapped.

Draco reached into his bag and held out a small vial filled with an amber liquid.

“Here, take this,” He offered it to me.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking,” I snorted. “There is no way in hell that I’m taking that.”

“Y/n, please,” It was the first time that he had ever used my name. A name I hadn’t told him. A name he knew. A name that got my attention and reminded me of the situation that I was in.

“What is it?” I took the vail from his nimble fingers.

“Anxiety potion,” He explained calmly. “It will calm your stress levels and allow you to think clearly,”

“Magic?” I eyed him dubiously.

“A form of it. Your people call it chemistry, but we have access to more ingredients than the causal muggle,”

“Muggle?” I raised an eyebrow, still examining the contents of the small vial.

“People who can’t do magic nor live with other wizards,”

“Wizards,” I mused softly to myself.

The pilot informed the cabin that we had reached cruising altitude and my anxiety came back, overshadowing the tales of wizards and magic and the perfect stranger beside me. Draco could sense that. He let out an aggravated huff and rolled his eyes.

“Use your senses Y/n, you don’t know how to control it yet, but you have magic in your blood. It’s kept you alive and ahead this long. What are they telling you? Not your fears and anxiety, but your heart and head.” His voice was low and urgent, and I had to concentrate to catch all of his words.

“This isn’t another one of your—”

“Y/n,” He pressed, not having it with my second thoughts and doubts. “Concentrate.”

Deciding to trust him, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The air around me was artificial and frigid. It made my senses stand keen on edge. It was unnatural to me. I could feel the people as they settled down for the long flight. The pilot shifting and the attendants flitting about. They were all overly ordinary. Like most people I had been surrounded with my entire life.

Then there was Draco beside me. I could feel his warmth, his presence... his aura. Unlike anything I had encountered before. A halo of power and... magic that embraced and clung to the edges of him. It matched the silvery blue of his eyes trailing off into green. I could trust him. But there was a darkness underneath that I couldn’t trust. The one that I feared.

Then the vial clasped between my fingers. It held no ill will toward me as I thought of it. It promised to help in words that didn’t belong to Draco beside me. Something all of it’s own. All of my own.

Another deep breath out. 

“Okay,”

“What did you gather?” He didn’t taunt me, but rather it was genuine curiosity that colored his tone.

“You’re... different. From the rest of the people on this plane. You... there’s like... an aura? A feeling but with color? I don’t know...” My eyebrows furrowed. “It told me I can trust you... but there’s something darker underneath... and I’m not sure... I’m not sure I trust that darkness.”

He stared at me, baffled. Not that I had said what I said, but instead what I had said. 

“The... the darkness.” He muttered. “I thought...”

“That you could hide it?” I raised an eyebrow, only half teasing. We all had darkness. I wouldn’t hold his against him.

“That there would be more... the things I’ve done,” He was a burning man before me. I looked down to the vial in my hands. I toyed with it.

“Here’s to new beginnings?” I offered a bit hopeless, breaking the wax seal and downing the contents like a parched man in a desert who comes upon an oasis.

And I understood what he meant. A pack of stress and the ability to think clearly. All of the fogginess that the anxiety induced was gone. I looked at the world around me with new eyes.

“Woah,” I whispered, looking at Draco clearly for the first time.

A smile played at his lips.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

I nodded and looked out at the grey and blue beneath the plane. Closing the shade, I turned to Draco as much as the first-class seat would allow.

“So magic?”

“Where do you want me to start?” He was expecting my question. 

“The beginning is a good place,”

“We’d be here forever,” Draco chuckled. “I’ll start at the beginning of what would be your story though”

I marveled at his words. Two worlds divided but always existing beside each other. Sometimes they would intertwine sometimes they would be forgotten. He spoke of being raised in such a negative perspective of muggles and the life I led, putting me on edge until he gave a placid smile and an apology. His tale turned darker with the war that was fought and a hope that was lost and found again.

“Potter,” Draco’s tone snarled around the name.

“Harry Potter,” I mused. “So why can’t he be the heir of this Gryffindor whoever?”

“Like that would help his ego any,” Draco muttered flatly. “And he can’t because he’s a half blood. The heirs are pure blood wizards, not a drop of Muggle blood in them,”

“Okay...” my brows knit together. “But how does that explain me? They told me my mother was... and my father walked out on her. She died giving birth to me,”

“Back in the early days of the first war, I can only assume your parents were against the Dark Lord which gave them their death sentence. Especially if he knew you were the heir of Gryffindor,”

“But I’m not dead,” I pointed out.

“Seems that way,” Draco gave me an amused smirk. “They must not have known you existed. And seeing as you were raised in America, I came see why they—no one knew. Not until recently anyway.”

“But how did they find me? How did you find me? How did this letter even find me?” 

“Would you accept magic as an answer to those three questions?” Draco tried.

“Sure, but I’m still creeped out,” I folded my arms. “Heir to a school of Magic...” I pondered the words aloud for the first time. “What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Whatever you want,” Draco shrugged.

Our conversation pulled after that into almost nothing. I closed my eyes once more and began to feel the world around me through my newfound sixth sense. It became overwhelming after a few moments but when homing in on Draco’s presence quelled some of that overstimulation. His aura was calming, as if it were a foreign lullaby to my heart. A lullaby that lulled me to sleep before long.

But a darkness lingered still in my dreams. It was alien. Not what I had seen in Draco and not what I knew was within me. Something else. An evil presence that yearned to be free. To take control. To have power. It wanted me. It was suffocating. It dragged me down. Down. Down. Draco felt further away. The plane, it’s passengers, nothing but specks. The darkness dragged me forward. Red eyes stared me down and a smile full of knifes taunted me.

I struggled back, away from the evilness, trying to break free of the darkness but I was trapped. By back was against a wall. There was no escape.

A flicker of silver caught my attention. Bright and beautiful. A ray of hope. My eyes dared to leave the shadow figure to follow that ray. When I saw it again it because more clear. The wisps of a dragon made of pure light. It did not come for me, rather it showed me the way out.

There was a way out.

I gasped, my eyes fluttering open to see the glow of fluorescent lighting and worried grey eyes. 

“What—that—who—” I sputtered, my heart racing.

“Are you okay?” His genuine concern called to me. I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

“What was that Draco?”

“I don’t know,” From his tone I knew that he did not like not knowing. “But you’re safe now,” The comfort of his arms around me made me believe his words more than I thought I would. “We’ll land in a couple hours, just try to relax,” His tone was soft, something new.

The grey dim of London didn’t impress me. I squinted up at the misting rain. Draco took my hand and led me through the maze of the airport, gathering our bags and ushering me toward an empty alley way.

“Draco,” I warned, not enjoying the situation.

“Just hold tight to me and don’t touch the edges,” He instructed. “Don’t let go of your bag either,”

“What? Why?” I broke away from him, to his annoyance.

“Can’t you just do what you’re told? No questions asked?” He seemed to be asking the sky more than he was asking me. I gave him a flat look. “It’s magic. It’s called apperating. It’s going to feel weird, but you should be fine.” He offered his hand to me again.

“Should be?”

“We don’t have time for this Y/n,” He stressed.

“Like hell we do,” I snapped.

“Fine, if you’re not fine then you have total permission to hit me, that make you feel better?” He demanded, insisting that I take his hand.

“No,” I mumbled, placing my hand in his.

That feeling of power was back when he took out a wand—his wand—and twirling it, before I could make fun of him, we were whisked away, and I had to remember to hold on. The distorted reality around me was so enticing to touch, as if it were an impressionist painting that replaced with the dingy grey around me. Then it stopped.

“Where are we?” The scenery changed, still a duller grey, but now in front of a large mansion that I had only seen in movies.

“Malfoy Manor,” Draco said curtly. “Come along,”

Taking a second to recover from the beauty that was all around me, I grabbed my bag and followed him inside where I gasped again. The house looked like something of those fairytales I had always dreamed about.

“Are you coming?” Draco asked promptly.

“I... do you live here!?” I scrambled after him up the stairs with my bag.

“Yes,” He didn’t understand my amazement. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been something this... beautiful before,” I turned back to look over the banister at the grand foyer. “You just... live here?”

“Yes,” Now there was a smile playing at his lips. “Come on, we’ve still got much to do,” 

“There’s more!?” I followed him up the stairs.

“You haven’t used magic in your entire life, and you think I’m gonna let you waltz in there scared and unprepared?” Draco snorted opening up a random door. “This will be your room. We have a couple days—it won’t be enough time but perhaps I can make you somewhat believable...”

“No one said anything about having to prove I was the heir!” I argued, again taken back by the lavish room but ultimately was overridden by my anger and fear. “Show up, sure! Maybe take a DNA test! But act like some wizard protégée!?”

“Witch,” He mended softly. “And we’ve got this under control,” 

“We?” I did not have this under control.

“Snape and I. He will be helping me help you. There’s a lot you need to learn. But for now, rest. Dinner is in an hour,” Closing the door he left me to my thoughts.

Sitting on the bed I looked around the room. Anxiety began to creep in my chest again, but not for the reason it had... this morning. Could it still be the same day? Could I have only met Draco a dozen or so hours ago? My thoughts were reeling.

“A witch, an heir,” I scoffed. “Magic,” it was more of a whisper.

I lifted my hand and remembering the power and golden feeling that had come when Draco created a flower in my palm, I surged for the magic within me. To my surprise, golden flames licked at my fingertips, shimmering in the evening light. A giddy laugh left my lips as I intensified the flame to consume my entire hand.

“He said you were a quick learner,” A stern and nasally voice drew me from my stupor.

My hand dropped and my flame fizzled out as I stood.

“I—uh,”

“I am Severus Snape. I am here to help you. It is in your best interest to do exactly as I say without any questions. Understood?”

“Uh... okay?”

“Dinner will be downstairs soon. Draco would like you to join us. There are clothes in the wardrobe. Change into something more suitable and come down.” His instructions left no room for argument, but my stubbornness flared, yet he left before I could snark a reply.

Mourning my sweater jeans and converse I headed to the elaborate wardrobe and opened the great oak doors to reveal an array of gowns, cloaks, and dresses. Together they were worth more than any amount of money I had come into contact with. And of much higher taste than I’d dare to ever wear.

Riffling through them there was a semi bearable dress that looked as if it were from the 1950s and held a navy-blue color. It would have to do, and it could have been worse. I eyed a heavy shimmering gown with pearls and lace, shuddering at the thought.

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Draco’s day could have been a lot worse than it ended up being. After finally giving in at Snape’s insistence that he fly back to England and not apparate he thought his day was a lost cause. But then he met you and Merlin were you a handful.

He could easily see the magic you were doing and the power you were giving off. It took a lot of his willpower to not submit and leave you alone, as your defense ordered. But as soon as your eyes met his and a smile played at your lips, he didn’t have to fight any longer. You allowed him to stay close to you, assured that he meant you no harm. No one had trusted him like that in years.

For the heir of Hogwarts, you were quite remarkable. An easy sorting into Gryffindor with or without the hat. He had to play his cards right however, to maneuver you into a world of magic from the mundane of America. But he accomplished the feat, easier than he would have thought done. Perhaps you were more than ready to leave your Muggle world and join his magic one. And not like he could blame you. If he never had to ride in a plane again, he’d do anything.

But just as he thought you were safe, your eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, something dark came back to hurt you. Red eyes that he knew well. How... how he didn’t know. But he could feel the cold evil presence seep into your skin and consume your aura. It terrified him. Draco knew you were defenseless. No amount of unintentional magic could keep the Dark Lord at bay, dead or alive.

So, he did something he never had before in a desperate attempt to protect you and him from that evil. He called his Patronus, touching his wand to your temple, willing it to go and pull you out.

Your eyes flashing open, fear written on your usual confident features, your hands digging into his arms, Draco’s heart churned in his chest. You looked to him for safety. Him—who you’d met barely five hours prior when you were sure he was there to kidnap you. And now you held to him like a prayer. He didn’t expect that. There was nothing else he could do but hold you close and assure you that it was going to be okay.

If you two could ever get off this godforsaken plane.

With touchdown, Draco wasted no time in dragging you by the hand through the throng of the Muggle airport before he lost his temper. In a secluded alley he was finally ready to apparate home. Of course, you had thoughts of your own and he really wasn’t about to fight with you on this. He just wanted to go home. So, he gave in. Just this once.

And Merlin he was thankful that he did. He had never been so happy to see the Manor. You had never seen a Manor before. He almost laughed at the childlike wonder on your face. But instead, he was enamored by it, the same way you were enamored by a house that had lost its shine to him over the years. Draco longed to see the mansion through your eyes even for a moment.

“Your mother wrote,” Snape offered a letter. “She’ll be here within a day,” Draco sighed and skimmed the letter. “Do you still think this is a good idea?” “It’s the best one we’ve got,”

Before Draco could argue, the clearing of your throat softly drew his attention. You had changed into one of his mother’s old dresses that he hadn’t seen in years and you looked quite sheepish about it. Draco stood, out of respect or perhaps startlement. Snape gave him a look which he promptly ignored, going over to you.

“I... I hope it’s alright,” You fiddled with the skirt. “He... he said I could—that I should...” 

“You look wonderful,” Draco encouraged softly. “Come, dinner is ready.”

He took your hand and led you through the large house, tuning out Snape’s instruction to you about how to hold yourself as you walked. Draco smiled at the annoyance in your eyes.

Dinner was... more or less a disaster. Your stubbornness met Snape’s instruction, getting you both nowhere.

“If you want to become the Heir of Hogwarts you will listen to me,” Snape almost snarled.

“I don’t want to become the heir!” You stood abruptly, throwing your cloth napkin onto the table. “I just want to know who I am!” Storming out of the dining room, Draco watched you, before sharing a look with Snape.

“She’s hopeless,” Snape muttered.

“You’re dealing with an American Gryffindor; did you think she was just going to sit still and look pretty?” Draco chuckled, standing.

It took him a while to find you. Draco could only fathom that you had gotten lost in the house yourself and winded up on a balcony somewhere on the third floor. You had a blanket draped around your shoulders as you stared up at the stars. The night had cleared, giving clarity to its pathfinders.

“I know what you’re going to say,” You spoke softly, sensing him nearby. “I... I can’t do this Draco. I’m not some lady, some long lost princess in some sort of fairytale. Magic or not...” You took a sharp breath in. “Fairytales are just stories. I’m still a girl with no parents, no family, no past... and no future.”

Draco studied you, wondering how you had changed so much from the confident self-assured girl he’d met this morning. He also had little clue what to say to cheer you up. So, he did what normally comforted him, he spoke fondly of his mother.

“My mother wore that dress,” He began softly, leaning against the door frame. “When I was young, before Hogwarts. Father would always be away on business. She’d take me to the garden, and we’d have a picnic. I remember her in that dress on those warm summer days,” Draco let his eyes slipped closed, lost in the memory. “She used to tell me that I’d never be alone. That as long as I could do magic, I’d always have a place to belong. That there would always be someone out there like me.” He paused. “Hogwarts was my home for quite some time. Slytherins were my family.”

“Who am I to come and claim it as mine then?” The words barely left your lips.

“You’ve been alone and away from your family for so long now. Don’t you think you deserve to go home? To a place that you belong?” You turned to face him, hope flickering in your eyes.

“But I—” You ran a hand through your hair nervously. “I’m never going to be good enough. Dinner was a disaster and I’m never going to please someone like Snape, let alone any other wizard!”

Draco couldn’t do anything but laugh. “No one can please Snape, darling. Don’t take that personally.” He sobered a bit. “You’ve never going to please everyone. Believe me I know. But... it’s more about becoming someone you’re proud of,”

“I don’t know who that is,” You turned back to the stars.

“If you run away, you’ll never know,” Draco mused, standing next to you, leaning on the railing. “But... if you truly can’t stand it in the next three days... I’ll take you back myself,”

You looked over to him, a swirl of emotions unidentifiable on your face. Before he could start to decipher even one of them, your gaze turned downward. He let out a soft sigh.

“If it’s any consolation,” Draco began. “I believe in you. I think you belong,” He turned to leave.

“Draco, wait,” You called out, “Thank you... I know... I know I’m a handful,”

A smile played at his lips. “That’s one way to describe you,”

You rolled your eyes, but you still didn’t smile and that worried him more than he cared to admit.

“I’ll take you back to your room,” He offered.

“I’m quite capable—” You cut yourself off and sighed. “Thanks, again,”

Staring at your closed door, Draco found himself wanting you back before him, so that he could continue to talk to you. He enjoyed it more than he thought. You didn’t fawn over him, nor did you fear him. Instead, you treated him as an equal. As a person.

“Oh, she looks like a kicked puppy!” His mother fawned the next morning. “Draco Lucius Malfoy I’ve taught you better!”

“It wasn’t me!” Draco argued back. “It was Snape!”

“Don’t you talk back to me young man!” She scolded. “Poor thing,” She turned to you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “There, there, I apologize for my son’s behavior,”

There was a look of bewilderment on your face at your gaze met his. He didn’t know what to do but shrug and shake his head.

“It... it really was Snape, Mrs. Malfoy,” you stammered out. “Draco’s been...” He met your eyes again and the words you were about to say died on your lips. Not this his mother noticed.

“Oh, don’t you worry about him!” She consoled, standing. “Severus Snape what have I told you about manners!” His mother shouted. Draco was grateful he was no longer the one being shouted at as his mother left to go and reprimand Snape some more.

“Your mother is...” you started a smile finding your lips. It was the first time you smiled since dinner last night.

“I should have warned you a bit more, that was my mistake,”

“No, she’s lovely,” You insisted.

“You don’t have to lie on my behalf,” Draco mused, earning a laugh from you.

“She really is wonderful,” Your laugh faded to a smile.

“You say that now, but if you thought Snape was a lot,” Draco laughed at the dread in your eyes.

His mother insisted they go to Paris to shop for you. A way to take your mind off yesterday, as well as find you the basics of wizardry. Which started with a wand.

“This is stupid,” You muttered as the shop keeper flitted about the hundreds of wand boxes, tittering in French to his mother.

“You need a wand,” Draco whispered back. “Every wand is unique, so there’s one for you,”

It took a few tries, and a few shattered light fixtures—and repairing spells—before you had a loyal wand in hand. Draco made sure that you could use the wand comfortably and surprised him by calling a lighting charm without the incantation... or him telling you to. He caught his mother’s eye who was clearly impressed with you. A new set of robes, what seemed like a new wardrobe entirely and a few books later, you seemed satisfied.

“I really can’t ask anything more of you,” You argued. “This is all more than enough,”

“Nonsense, darling,” His mother laughed. “Think nothing of it. Every great witch needs the tools to help her be successful,”

You blushed, looking down. “I mean it,” You tried again. “Even a trip to Paris would have been more than enough,”

“You’ve never been to Paris!?” His mother was aghast. You had really done it now. “Draco! Why didn’t you tell me the poor girl has never been to our city?” She turned to you. “You really must forgive his rudeness, I blame his father,”

“He—I—” You stammered.

“But I won’t have you here and not show you the wonders of the greatest city in the world. Come! Come!” She ushered you off and Draco had no choice but to trail behind and make sure you didn’t get into too much trouble.

After what seemed like days—though it was only hours filled with shows, attractions, museums, antique shops and more—his mother finally found a resting place, and by the look on your face and your slumped shoulders, you needed it. It was a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city scape of Paris, off to the Eiffel Tower that lit up the night sky. You had that look of wonder and enchantment in your eyes again as you took in the city scape. Again. Draco wished he could see it through your eyes... for the first time all over again.

“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” His mother whispered in his ear, far from your earshot. “I’m surprised at you Draco. I’ve never seen you this way around another girl before,”

“She not just another girl mother,” Draco retorted, trying not to blush. “She’s the heir of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor crown princess.” He sighed softly. “She doesn’t have time for...”

“A handsome young man who’s been on his own for too long?” His mother mused. 

“A Slytherin,” He finished. “A Death Eater,”

“You’re no more a Death Eater than she is a muggle,” Narcissa said sternly. “I see the way she looks at you Draco,”

“Enough, mother,” Draco shook his head, pursing his lips. “Enough,” 

“Fine, fine,” His mother scoffed. “Y/n, darling!” She called.

This dinner was a bit more successful. You were animated with conversation and excitement from the day. There was a way that you spoke about his city that had his heart. Dinner lulled to wine and dessert as couples began to take the dance floor, gliding along to the live band.

“Do you dance darling?” His mother asked, noticing your interested.

“Uh, no, not really,” You stammered, looking sheepish as you blushed.

“Oh, that won’t do! Draco, go on, teach her!” Narcissa gave him a pointed look.

“No really it’s okay!” You refuted before he could.

“Nonsense, every girl must know how to dance, magic or no,” You could both sense that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

So, he ended up with you in his arms on the dance floor as he tried to lead you through a simple waltz.

“You have to trust me,” He instructed, as your eyes met his. “I’m not going to let you fall,” His tone softened.

Your eyes didn’t leave his as you began to find your rhythm in the dance, letting him lead you through it all. Soon you were laughing with joy as he twirled you around the dance floor. He heart skipped a beat or two. The music ended before he wanted it to and a round of applause went up.

And Draco had to let you go. 

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I laid in bed that night, staring at the stars I had created with a simple spell. With the use of my wand, magic was... easy. If I thought and felt what I wanted, it occurred. Though it seemed like a natural process to me, Draco, and Narcissa—and even Snape—were impressed.

Staring regardless, I replayed the night over and over. Dancing with Draco... in Paris... on a rooftop like some sort of stupid fairytale. Whose ending didn’t belong to me. It was the one question I didn’t ask through Narcissa’s lessons. What happened to Draco and I after I had claimed my ‘throne’?

It left me sleepless.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him the next day, in front of the grand gates of Hogwarts.

My anxiety was through the roof. Clad in new formal robes, and hair and makeup perfected courtesy of Narcissa, all I had to do was walk in.

“We can still turn back,” Draco gave.

“I can’t do that either,” I muttered, causing him to laugh.

“I believe in you, Y/n,” His earnest words caught my attention and out gazes lingered a bit too long, leaving us both blushing.

“Just... don’t leave me,”

“I remember you telling me that if I could prove magic to you, you’d follow me anywhere. I don’t think I have to worry about you ever leaving me,” He joked softly as we walked into the castle grounds.

“I suppose not,” I smiled at the ground.

“Y/n,” Draco paused, the mood shifting to something more serious and downcast. “You’re... you’re gonna hear somethings about me and... they’re not going to be good,” I pondered his words for a moment.

“You flew halfway around the world to find me, and you helped me get back on my feet, that’s good enough for me,” I smiled softly.

Draco pursed his lips and took a deep breath, still looking despondent about the situation.

“Draco,” I called softly. His grey eyes met mine. “I’d never have followed you onto that plane if I didn’t trust you,”

Deciding that he didn’t have an argument to that that he deemed should be voiced, he led me deeper into the grand castle and it took everything in me not to stop and stare at just about everything.

“You went to school here?” I squeaked. A smile parted his lips. 

“Yes... you should have too,” He seemed to realize the injustice. 

“We can’t change that now,” I comforted.

Magnificent doors parted the two of us from the entire school and quite a few wizard officials according to Draco. I stared at the intricate detailed work of the doors. If I wasn’t so nervous, I could have spent the entire day staring at these doors alone.

But there was something to be done.

The doors opened and the entire hall fell into a pin drop silence. I grabbed Draco’s hand without thinking for the comfort and support. He squeezed mine reassuringly as we began out steps forward to the front, where older, authoritative looking wizards stood.

“Death Eater,” A student hissed. 

“Traitor,”

“Scum,”

“You don’t belong here,”

 “Slytherin,”

My eyes glanced up to Draco, who had a mask of no emotion, but I could see the stress in the clenching of his jaw and tightening of his eyes. It was subtle but it was still there. This time I gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance and glared down the crowd, who immediately went quiet. There was not a menacing whisper to be heard.

At the front of the Great Hall there were three wizards who stood out among the rest. They were younger, but still assured of themselves as they stepped forward towards us. A boy with fiery red hair holding hands with a girl who had a glare that I was proud of and beside them a boy with a mess of black hair and piercing green eyes.

“Potter,” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he stood a bit taller.

“Malfoy,” There was the same distain in the supposed savior of the wizarding world’s tone.

I snorted, drawing both of their attention.

“What are you? Five?” I crossed my arms. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” I held my hand out for Harry to shake.

“I still can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” A new voice sighed, stepping forward. “I hope they haven’t caused you too much trouble, child. I’m Professor McGonagall, headmaster of Hogwarts,”

“Y/n,” I gave again. “Supposed heiress to Gryffindor,”

“Yes,” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes,”

Harry scoffed, sulking mildly. I looked over to him, then to Draco, confused and amused.

“I must apologize for the deceit in my letter.” McGonagall continued paying no mind to the interaction between Harry and me. “I feared that it was the only way to get you to come,” Her kind blue eyes held mine.

“I understand,” My smile was light. “In fact, if it wasn’t for Draco, I’m not sure I would have found my way here,”

“He used you!” Harry argued. “He wanted to clear his name so of course he helped you! You think he’d be a decent person if there wasn’t something in it for him!”

“That’s enough of that Mr. Potter!” McGonagall scolded. “Mr. Malfoy aided the heir of your house here from America unprovoked and I will not have you accuse him of such things,”

“If she trusted Malfoy there’s no way that she could ever be a Gryffindor. She doesn’t belong here,” Harry’s words were as cold as ice.

The malice and hatred in his voice and eyes was a fatal blow to my heart and confidence. Harry was right. I didn’t belong here. I looked around to the lavish hall and all of the students and wizard officials who had years of training and practice and grew up knowing who they were... this wasn’t where I belonged.

“How dare you,” Draco snarled, taking a step forward to shield me from Harry’s further words, but they had already hit their mark.

Their bickering silenced, but the tensions were high. Not that I noticed, I was too wrapped up in my negative thoughts.

“Come child,” McGonagall beckoned.

“Give me a minute,” I requested softly.

“We really need—”

“I said in a minute!” My raised voice shocked Draco and McGonagall. There was almost fear in their eyes. Harry still held the same hatred for me in his stare, now smug as if I proved his point.

It was enough to cause me to run.

Never being in a castle before in my life let alone a magic one, I was lost before I took my third turn. Tears streaming down my face, I never felt more alone. I found myself in a small courtyard with a lone old oak tree.

As I did when I was younger, I began to climb high into the branches, looking for an escape from the world below me. But there weren’t branches high enough this time. Resting on a high branch I leaned against the trunk, I let myself cry. The passage of time was hard to tell as the sun sank and the stars came out to play. It might have been an hour or two. I didn’t know and I was too miserable to care.

I didn’t belong here, and I wasn’t wanted here. Moments before I was only thinking that I didn’t care what they thought about Draco. I never imagined that there would be doubt and uncertainty about me.

I heard footsteps coming into the courtyard.

“Go away Draco,” I warned, pausing when I saw that it wasn’t Draco, but instead McGonagall. “I’m sorry, I thought—”

“I know who you thought I was,” She peered up at me through the branches. “Merlin’s sake what are you doing in a tree?” I heard the sternness in her voice, but I couldn’t help but here the amusement underneath.

“Hiding,” I offered sheepishly.

“Well come down from there,” She ordered.

I made my way down with ease. Dropping to the ground from a higher branch than I could have, I knew that I startled the headmaster. I gave a polite hesitant smile.

“What do they teach you in America,” McGonagall pursed her lips, an undeniable hint of mischief in her eye.

“I’m... really sorry professor,” I sighed. “I know I’m not what anyone thought. And I know I don’t belong here. I’m sorry I ever...”

“Never mind all that,” She cut me off. “Who are you, child?”

“I... I was hoping that you could tell me,” I glanced down, fidgeting, and straightening my robe. 

“My dear, I’m old, and I’m tired of being conned and tricked.” She began.

“I don’t want to trick anyone,” I said earnestly.

“And I’m sure owning this castle means nothing to you either?” A silence passed between us.

“I just want to know who I am,” I finally spoke. “Whether or not I belong to a family, if I’m someone like you,” I sat on the stone bench that was to the side. “Draco said that Hogwarts was like home to him... a family,” Tears stung my eyes. “I never had a home, a family...”

McGonagall sat beside me, placing her hand over mine.

“Heir or not, you will always have a home here at Hogwarts. It is a safe haven to all witches and wizards who wish to remain,” She assured me. “And I am the one that must apologize. Mr. Potter is very hotheaded, a negative attribute to Gryffindors I’m afraid,” A smile played at her lips. “But... if Draco followed you to America and brought you here, I have no doubt that you are the heir.” I smiled down at my hands. “I see the way he looks at you,”

“I’ve never met anyone like him before,” I confessed.

“Then you are very special,” She stood. “Now come, you have a title to claim and a sword that belongs to you,”

“I get a sword?” My excitement grew as I followed her. McGonagall merely laughed and led me back through the castle.

Draco, who was anxiously pacing outside of the Great Hall, caught sight of us. He rushed over to me, looking me over before pulling me into a hug, before remembering himself.

“I’m so sorry,” He insisted. “This is my fault. Harry and I never got along, and as soon as I walked in there with you, I pinned you as a rival to him,” He cupped my face softly. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated.

Nodding, I gave him a smile.

“You destiny awaits inside my dear,” McGonagall motioned toward the entrance to the hall.

The second time I walked down the aisle of students, I no longer had the confidence I had before. Except, Draco’s hand in mine gave me the courage to keep going. Except this time, Harry’s malice was not the force holding me back.

As Draco and I were halfway across the room, a great darkness flooded the hall. Disquieted whispers of fear were exchanged among the students and official wizards.

“No other heir will take the throne,” A cruel voice hissed, that I had only heard once before, in a dream. I grabbed Draco’s hand. “No heir but Slytherin,”

I looked to Draco, trying to find what to do next in his eyes. He was just as uncertain as I was. Then something sparked in his eyes.

“The sword Y/n!” Draco urged. “Take the sword and claim your throne!”

“But how is that—”

“Just go!” He ordered drawing his wand and leaving little room for argument.

The darkness hung heavier in the room. Shedding my stuffy robes, I was free to run in nothing more than jeans and a sweater to the podium where the sword lay.

“Don’t touch that sword!” The voice hissed. “Or your lover here dies!”

I turned to see Draco almost entirely consumed by a thick black smoke, struggling for air.

“Don’t hurt him!” I screeched, pausing on my ascent toward the sword.

Hundreds of wizards and witches watched us with bated breath, warned by McGonagall to stay back. I could see the fear and fury in their gazes.

“Don’t hurt him,” I begged, taking a step away from the podium. 

“Y/n, don’t—don’t worry about me,” Draco gasped out.

“You’ll die,” I argued weakly. “You can’t leave me! You promised!”

“I know,” He choked out. “Just trust me. It’s magic,” The sparkle of mischief in his eyes gave me the courage I needed to ignore the threatening evil voice and walked up to the sword for the third time since I arrived.

“No past... no parents...no home...” I muttered, looking at the sword. “But you won’t take my future!”

I gripped the sword handle and held it high above my head, watching as the Great Hall was bathed in golden light. Every person in the room stared at me, before bowing. I didn’t care. My eyes held onto one person.

The dark cloud has nowhere to run, it was vaporized. Draco fell to the ground gasping for air. I dropped the sword to the ground, hearing it clatter somewhere behind me as I rushed to Draco’s side.

“My god, Draco!” I worried over him, holding him close. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He coughed out a laugh and his arms weakly embraced me.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think now is the right time. You can yell at me later,” He nodded to the faces in awe that stared at me.

I scrambled to my feet, helping Draco up.

“All hail the Gryffindor Heiress and the Slytherin Prince!” McGonagall proclaimed with a clear voice. A loud cheer went up in the Hall that had me blushing and nearly clinging to Draco.

McGonagall came over to me, offering me the sword that laid in her outstretched hands. “I do believe this belongs to you,” She smiled.

I took the sword, and though the light wasn’t as great as it had been moments before, there was a golden shine to the silver metal. I held it up, examining it. A word burned into the metal, in a golden script.

Virtus

I smiled at the word. Glancing up at Draco, and the adoration in his grey eyes, the sword was soon forgotten from my attention.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hello,” He smiled.

“So... I’m the Heir,” I offered, nervous for a new reason. 

“I see that,”

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“I... I, uh,”

“I know.” Draco smiled, “I fancy you too,”

I laughed despite myself at his British vernacular. Of which I had to quickly explain because of the hurt look on his face. Rolling his eyes, he pulled me close, causing me to look up at him. I met curious warm grey eyes that held the secrets of a world. I smiled.

Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, cradling my face with the utmost care as he kissed me. Another cheer went up causing me to laugh and forcing me away from his kiss.

“I love you,” He mended, whispering for just us to hear. 

“I love you too,”

Then he pressed his lips to mine once more not caring if the world was burning or celebrating around us.

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.5)

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genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

P.S Niki and Sunoo's roles become bigger in later chapters :) sorry I took 2 weeks to update. School + new enhypen teasers made me alter the story now jesus their lore is confusingly interesting. Didn't proofread half of this chapter LOL. Happy readings <3

"Well now that everyone is here, I'd like to announce we have a new student who just transferred here." Your eyes were immediately drawn to the student's platinum blonde hair. Despite his sharp and charismatic face, his eyes were delicate and innocent. He had an exceptionally small face and a sunkissed skin tone. The new student snapped himself around so that the entire classroom got a good look at him, "Hello, my name is Park Jongseong or Jay, call me whatever you feel." He bowed slightly, his voice having a cool ring that played over in your head.

"Everybody please welcome Jay to our astronomy class. Lend him any of our previous notes because midterms are coming up and I'd appreciate as a teacher if you guys helped him catch up before our long weekend coming up in two weeks." Your teacher gave a warm smile, nodding in such a way that made the rest of the class nod with her.

Without a student saying a word, everyone's eyes followed him as he took a seat at a desk a couple of rows in front of you.

You stared at him tirelessly, barely listening as your teacher rambled off-topic. You noticed Jay often stared out at the crying sky that occasionally flickered with lightning. His eyes focused intently on the woods. You were sure you weren't the only one who was interested in the new boy as you frequently caught other students glancing over at him every few seconds. Jay carried an attractive and dark aura that clearly contrasted from the crowd. Both girls and boys stared at him not because of his pretty face but because he was far different from the new students who had joined your school mid-semester.

The class flew by for you because of Jay until a simple but intriguing question was purposed by the teacher, "Bonus marks today if anyone can guess when the next full moon is." she lifted her eyes off the projector for a few moments, waiting for answers to come sailing.

"Saturday?" Somebody from the front called out, followed by numerous answers that ranged between the second week to the fourth week of the month.

"Come on now. Don't blurt out, give others chances to guess. Jay why don't you guess?" Your teacher questioned welcomingly, expecting no answer from him.

He leaned back in his chair, scraping the non-writing end of his ballpen on his thumb, "November 30." A gentle sound of thunder playing perfectly when he said the answer; like some sort of scene out of a comic.

"Ding ding ding!" Your teacher switched to a PowerPoint slide with the new unit name bolded, "I know this isn't part of the curriculum but I got it approved by the head of the school." She took a breath, giving students time to comprehend what was presented in front of them. "Our next unit will be looking deeper at the moon. More specifically, we'll be looking at both the sciency and non-sciency sides of this topic. And before anyone asks; no, you don't need to believe in astrology or superstitions to understand the non-sciency material. It's just very fascinating because it connects to many cultures." Your attention was now far away from Jay. You were enthusiastic about a topic for once in the class.

"And looks like we're running out of time." Your teacher's wrist clock blocking her eyes. "That's it for today's class everyone! I'll have your projects marked for next class, I promise! Have a good day." She said while shutting off the projector.

You slid all your handouts into your binder, not bothering to align the three-hole punches of the papers to their designated rings.

"Y/N before you go, do you mind helping out Jay? Today or tomorrow?" Your teacher stopped you on your way out.

"Like lend him my notes?"

"Yep! I just forgot to ask but he just left so you might be able to catch up to him. Maybe ask if he's got the notes yet."

You waved your goodbyes and chased the new boy down, his uniquely blonde hair standing out from the hallway of heads. You picked up the pace to catch up with his swift steps when you caught him chatting with Sunghoon and Jaeyun. Your feet froze straight down in their place.

Were they new friends? Or perhaps they were old friends?

You weren't going to bother talking to Jay as you already knew what kind of funny business would come up if you did. You could only watch them swing and lean their arms against each other in a close and friendly way. The picture was becoming more and more clear to you as to what kind of association Jay had with Sunghoon and Jaeyun perhaps even Heeseung, Sunoo or Jungwon.

...

You throw yourself violently over your thick mattress after finishing a long study and homework session at your dorm. The session wasn't productive but the time you spent surrounded by your schoolwork made it feel that way. Your dorm was awfully quiet that afternoon as your dormmates had music rehearsals for their extracurriculars. Nana had told you to come by the music rooms around a quarter past five when their practice was over to go down to the dining hall and have dinner but you couldn't think of a way to kill your remaining hour alone.

Phones were forbidden in your school and you often felt uncontrollably alone and bored with your thoughts during your free time. You could only lay tangled in your bed with your half progressed work in the corner of your eye. You shift on one side to watch your wide-open binder until you got some burst of motivation to finish studying until an idea hits you.

After eyeing your handouts from your astronomy class, you decide to hit the library and do some reading to get a little advanced in the class. Sure you could study for your other class but the sudden idea was far more worth your time in your mind. You quickly twirl out of your room, clearing your desk while you're at it. Excitedly, you hop into your shoes and head straight for the library. You were put in a good mood as you skipped along the long journey to the bookhouse.

The library was moderately packed as you don't bother to recognize any faces there. You get deja vu as you trail the same path you did when Sunghoon and Kyungeun were around. Sliding between the thin space between the bookshelves once again, you search for the section related to the moon, feeling dizzy at the sight of books your school owned. You could've made your life easier by asking the librarian but you were confident you could find it on your own. You move up and down the aisles as you catch a glimpse of theoretical and astrology related books that sit next to a couple of history books.

Backing up, you awkwardly bend your knees forward to get a better look at the small selection of books under the genre. You peel a random book spine out from its tight spot as if it had never been taken out before. You dust off the book a bit, reading the wordless cover and open it to check if it was really related to any sort of astronomy as you find a much stranger subject being discussed.

"Finding everything alright?" The librarian comes by, pushing a kart from the other end of the shelves. "I-I'm looking for books related to the moon." You say, standing up and forgetting you still had the old book in hand.

"The scientific information is just on the other side of this shelf but the section you were just looking at has some interesting stuff that might be related." The librarian stuffed herself in between the shelves to get toward you.

"Yeah, I noticed... This book I just picked up was talking about vampires." You laugh a little as you hold it up.

"Ah, that book..." She paused, snatching the book out of your hands to examine it, "I read this before... It relates to astrology. I think there are some parts of the book that go into detail about the moon, you should give it a read."

"Is this book just theoretical research about vampires though?" You were unconvinced with the idea.

"Yeah, real or not, our school grounds and the neighbouring town are talked about in the book. Apparently many years ago this place used to be a hotspot for vampires."  She looked you dead in the eyes.

"Do you think the information is true?" You questioned with deep curiosity upon her answer.

"Some information in there is haunting. I think vampires did exist." She said with some sort of distress beginning to seep into her face.

Shivers ran down your spine, if she was just trying to sell you the book, it was working damn well on you.

"I'll leave you be, no need to sign out the book, nobody ever takes it out so I trust you'll return it." And with that said, she left you cold with mystery as the book between your fingers stared at you with big round eyes.

You shake back to reality, checking your wrist just to find out your time has vanished. You shift your priorities to getting to the music department, throwing the book into your bag without much thought.

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The sun was already going down around the afternoon as the days got shorter with autumn blossoming. You're standing between rooms full of beautiful voices and instruments, peering through every window attached to a door in an attempt to find your roommates. The issue was the widows didn't give much of a view as to who was in the rooms. But your ears were drawn to a gentle piano that played a bittersweet melody beneath the louder sounds of people singing in a harmonious glee. As you move in the forward direction of the hallway, the piano gets clearer to your ears. It became clear that the sound was coming out of a room with its door wide open. Your back attached it to the wall in fear of being seen as slide yourself until you meet the spine of the door where you could see into the shadowy room.

Your eyes lit up when they see a familiar platinum blondie behind the keys. The melody was enchanting and was played in such a personal way as the sounds escaped into the noisy environment where it hoped to go unheard. Jay had reached the final notes of his song as he turned his head in your direction. It was as if he knew of your present from the moment you started watching him from the doorway.

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Your laughter had rung through the air of the village centre, dragging the attention of the elders that had walked by. However, none was disturbed by your noise, instead they smiled and continued on with their day as they appreciated the thought of you entertaining the small young ones. The small children around you had been building small snowmen out of the thin layer of snow that was left on the stone and dirt ground. Although none of the snowmen looked like your typical snowmen, they still held each other their creativity into it. Your laughter had started after some of the children had decided to name their creations with funny names, filling your heart with warmth. “Mines called Pup because of their ears!”

“Mines called Vampy because I placed teeth on mine!”

“Mines named Snowy because their made out of snow!” The children's laughter had followed your own, them finding your laughter addicting to listen to. Being down in the village had both its ups and down when working with the children. You enjoyed each of their company, glad to be of help to those who went hunting and left their children in your care trusting you without needing to speak the words. You really did love taking care of them, however a part of you had seriously envied the children. You’re here giving them the great childhood they could before they would head wherever they chose to in life- back at your home village a little farther away, you ever received such kindness that much and you weren’t exposed to so much of affection.

The loss of your childhood had happened after your baby sibling was born. You understood the need for them to be cared for but you were thrown to the side, left as the last choice as you watched your sibling revive the affection you once had received. To think now that you were touched starved, had led to a bigger change in you. A type of change that you would coil back into as your mind was filled with bigger thoughts than you could handle. Being an adult now you were left with no choice- you hadn’t been taught what to do or how to take charge of certain things. So, every now and again when things began to get too much to think about or to take actions- you'd simply slip your mind into a more comfortable setting, being the age of 5 again.

From your past visits to the Lady Dimitrescu Castle, offering apology gifts for your boyfriend's behaviour, you’d had taken up the opportunity to be welcomed to the pen library there. The number of books had you hooked, to be able to take you far away from the reality of your own world. Throughout scanning back then, you'd came across a book that had researched about age regression- an unfamiliar word to you at the time. After scanning through the pages before you were running behind time of getting back to your own home, you came to accept that maybe this is what had begun to happen to you where you’d slip into this softer mind set when your anxiety had built up.

You watched as the children had gathered together and started to tell each other stories about their snowmen they built. You found their talks very cute and even asked them questions for them to keep talking as you didn’t want their light of excitement in their eyes to disappear. Their talks soon became quieter as parents would come and pick them up after doing their daily jobs for the village. Each one thanked you for looking after their next family line and was on their ways back home. As the sun only just began to set, you were left with two children at your side as you sat on the cobble wall waiting for their parents to come. Each of the children sat either side of you, leaning against you as their eyes drooped asleep. Humming softly, you stopped when you could see in your line of vision the 2 sets of parents walking over. “Thank you so much!” They spoke, as they gently lifted their sleeping children into their grasps. You nodded as a reply and watched as one pair walked away, the other set lingering for a second.

“Could we talk?” The father asked. You gulped, your mind drifting to anything bad you had done to their child but nothing came. Had you forgotten something? Jumping off the wall you stood with your hands behind you back, your fingers scratching each other slightly as you bit your lip in anticipation. “You see, our boy never wears his gloves and takes them off before we leave the house. We were thinking since they all adore so much if you could keep a spare set on you and tell him to wear them when you see him again tomorrow.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you hesitantly nodded in agreement and watched as the mother had fumbled into her front pocket of her dress and took out a set of brown cotton gloves, small enough to fit only a child's hand. She handed them towards you as you quickly placed them into your trench coat pocket and waved them both a goodbye. Their backs turned from you as they walked away, hand in hand. Looking up as you felt the sudden drop of rain, you sighed and furrowed your brows. “Time to get home.” You spoke softly to yourself as you pulled your long trench coat over yourself more to shield yourself from the upcoming drop in temperature.

The sky had stars peeking through the shades of blue, the moon rising over the mountains edge. Howls from around you had suddenly become more clearer as the beasts, known as Lycans, walked alongside you taking a sniff at you every now and again to make sure you were really you. Obviously, they weren’t doing this without being told so, your boyfriend had the tendency to become very protective of you and would rather have you safely home with company rather than on your own. Who knows what could get you, he can’t control over every animal in the forests and woods. Grazing your hand over the fur of a Lycan, you giggled as in snuggled into your hand and having its tongue stick out from its mouth. “Puppy!” You spoke only to bite your lip again. Shakily, you took your hand away from the Lycan, even if its whines did almost persuade you to pet it again, and looked forward on your path. You were almost there, just a few more twists to take and you could be in the comfort of your own place.

The sound of the factory running, your home, had made you suddenly become giddy and filled with happiness. Transforming your walk into a sprint, you rushed towards the gates that were still left open and ran on the trail of loose small stones up to the entrance of the factory itself. Taking a deep breath as you hunched over as your sprint stopped at the door, you ran a hand through your hair and waved back at the Lycans that had stopped at the now closing gates. Once the gate was fully closed, they scampered away howling in the wind.

“What are ya waiting for? You’re free to enter ya know!” A voice spoke over the speakers. You rolled your eyes, are you not allowed to catch your breath now. Smiling however, you pushed open the door and entered being met with the bursting heat and steam that swirled around. The smell had been accompanied with both dust and burning metal, keeping you on your feet quickly. Flinging your coat off your shoulders, you threw it onto one of the cloak hooks and trotted out of the room. Hold on... You did a double take and walked towards your coat that had successfully landed on one of the hooks on the wall. Digging through each and every pocket, it was only when you felt in your last pocket that you picked up the gloved out of it. Keeping it tightly crushed in your right hand, you nodded to yourself and hummed in glee, happy you remembered to take them. As you paced again out of the cloak room, you made your way through the long hallway and stood in front of the elevator. You pressed the ‘up’ button and waited for it to arrive. Whistling a random tune your mind had wandered to the gloves again. You had to remember to takes these tomorrow right. For the child. What if you forgot though? Would the child freeze, but he was okay today- maybe that’s because he was lucky? The thoughts soon clouded your mind that you didn’t realise the elevator had arrived and open its door, another figure waiting for you with open arms.

Your whistling had changed into a family tune, a short song your father had sung to you before your sibling had come. Pictures of your family came into mind, the holding your sibling and giving them forehead kisses made your blood boil. You felt betrayed, abandoned for your siblings needs. You were thrown, left for a better and more...more! “Do I get no hug?”

Waking yourself away from your envied trance, your eyes had met the black round glasses. You pouted and nodded, walking into his open arms and wrapping your own arms around his waist, taking a sniff at his scent. Feeling relax as his arms collied around your body after pressing another button to go back to the ‘home level’ as you called it, you kept your gaze down into his shirt not caring about the oil and sweat stains that he stunk of. “How was your day?” He hummed as the elevator begun to move.

“It was okay Karl,” You mumbled, hugging him tighter as your mind became hazy in thoughts. He didn’t press further, sensing you needed some time to maybe think. Your voice sounded strained, weak from the cold air you had felt. Karl had placed his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and closing his eyes. Finally, you were home, he had been missing you the whole day after you left him for the corrupted children as he would put it. Feeling your embrace was all he needed to be motivated to get back to working on a soldier of his. The elevator had stopped and he let go of you, leaving a lingering kiss in your hair. “I’ll be in my usual place, see you at tea,” giving you one last kiss, this one firmer than the last, he waved to you as you stepped out of the elevator and watched as it closed, taking your lover to his working place.

Turning on your heel, you pulled open the first door you could see and entered the now living quarters of the factory. Setting the gloves on a nearby cabinet, you slapped yourself in the face, dragging your hand down your facial features and groaning loudly. You just had to hum that tune didn’t you. You internally hated your senses at this moment, going back to biting your lips at the remembrance of your past family. You looked down at the glove in your now hurting scrunched hand. And onto of it all you had to remember the gloves. You could NOT remember these, how were you supposed to. Something as easily as even cooking slipped your mind half of the time.

You wanted to break down, to cry and go to sleep to doze everything off. You had tried that before but it never worked all the times. Walking around the house, you did a bit of cleaning by putting away the now dried cluttery but that didn’t get rid of the stress. Placing the last knife in the drawer, you decided to head to your room which was situated a bit way from Karl’s own room. Running your hand along the walls as your walked past them, you pushed open your door and closed it behind you. Breathing out harshly, your gaze had settled onto the stuff animal on your bed still. This was Mr Bear, the best name your creative 5-year-old mind could come up with. Seeing Mr Bear had made you giddy, smiling as your troubles had slowly and unnoticeably slipped away. Skipping to the end of your bed, you jumped on the bundle of blankets and grabbed hold of the small brown bear, laughing as you threw him up and caught him again in your hands. Just like your troubles, your mind also slipped into a freer mindset, one that the more adult you wouldn’t fully comprehend the reason behind your actions. It was like a switch in your mind, only this switch had been hidden away from everyone, including Lord Heisenberg.

Sighing, he fumbled with the loose metal compass necklace around his neck as he moved one leg to rest on the other’s knee. Karl Heisenberg had been awaiting your arrival for the last 10 minutes, and everyone who had crossed paths with him understood he was no patient man. Letting go of the compass in his hands, he pushed his chair out as he used his hands to stand up. You had never been late; this was a first and he would be lying if he spoke that he wasn’t worried for your well-being at all. Maybe you were sick? He convinced himself as he picked up your bowl of vegetable soup and used his powers to pick up the spoon that rested beside the bowl’s placement. Walking around the table, he wandered out of the room and called your name again. “(Y/n)! C’mon food is getting cold!” He leaned against the doorframe that split the dining and kitchen from the living room. Still no sound, only small thumps that were barely audible anyway. Groaning, he left the kitchen area and walked through the living space, walking behind the couch to the hallway that had three doors. Turning to the first door, he raised his fist and knocked harshly. “I’ve been shouting you, c’mon out buttercup!”

He rolled his eyes as he could hear your laughter from within the room. Just as he was about to grab the handle of your door and swing it open, his hand stopped midway as he heard you talking. Being curious, he placed his ear by the door and squinted his eyes. Yep, definitely you talking to someone. “No, you got to get mawwied! And I shall be the talking person!” Finding your talking out of character, he went back to grabbing the door handle and as he wanted, he swung your door open. Looking around, he saw you on the floor at the foot of your bed, holding a brown bear and a doll that Donna Benevinto had given to you as a gift. Seeing you hold the two objects; Karl shook his head.

“What are ya doin’ down there darling?” He asked as he crouched down to be eye level with you. You stared at him within unamused look in your eyes.

“They are getting mawwied” You exclaimed, holding the two now married objects into the air and giggling at Karl’s reaction of being wide eyed. He was going to speak but you cut him off before he could get a word out. “You could be the Flowey boy!” Getting up from your spot, you dropped the married couple onto the floor and ran to tackle Karl into a hug. Without expecting the sudden movement, Karl let himself fall onto his backside as you cuddled him by hugging and continued giggling finding the act of surprise fun.

“Buttercup you feelin’ alright?” He questioned as he took his glove off by his teeth and went to feel your forehead for a raise in temperature. You shook your head and scrambled to get off him after he had touched your forehead. As you got off him, you sat in front of him with your legs crossed. You rest your elbows on your knees and leaned forward scrunching your face which caused a chuckle to come from Karl. “What are ya doin’ then buttercup? We have food to eat,” He motions towards the bowl in his hand which you hadn’t caught before. A sudden sparkle spread across your eyes and you crawled towards him and looked into the bowl seeing the substance and liquid move about with every small movement. You pulled a face and backed away, shaking your head.

“I don’t like it.” You spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away with a pout and furrowed brows. Karl was immediately taken back from your response.

“But you like this!” He said, dropping the floating spoon into his other hand as he pointed it at you. You didn’t look, still looking away from him with the same emotion. Huffing, Karl stared at you with an intense look. He was lucky he had his shades on. “Gosh how old are you?” He mumbled under his breath, meaning it in no harsh way but rather a confused intention. What he didn’t expect was you to hear him, and reply.

“5...” He sat straight, looking at you with a questionable look. He placed the bowl beside him, with the spoon in it, and leaned on one of his knees.

“You’re 5?” He repeated, watching as you looked over from the corner of your eye and slowly nodded. He didn’t choose to question it further; he didn’t fully understand nor did he know why you were all of a sudden 5 but it didn’t fully matter to him why you had changed age; he was just worried for you. And he would remember to ask you the next day most likely or when he had the chance to. He watched like a hawk as you crawled back over to where you placed the bear and doll down to pick them up. Smiling, you had shuffled back towards him and passed him the doll.

“Take it,” You pushed the doll into his hands and swayed your head left and right. With the bear in your own, you pretended to make the bear wave at the doll and made the bear walk as you moved it side to side. Coughing slightly, you spoke in a deeper tone. “Hewwo pwetty,” Karl held a laugh back as you looked up at him showing your teeth. You sat there and waited...and waited...and waited. Karl was beyond confused. “You tawlk now.” You whispered to him as you gently nudged his knee with your foot.

Karl gazed down at the doll in his hands, what was he supposed to say? He looked back up at you and saw the sparkle in your eyes with the same smile had had loved chiselled into your face. Gulping down any embarrassment he had, he made the doll wave back. You lit up like fireworks and fidgeted in your place. Karl smiled softly at your reactions, his eyes behind his glasses resting on your form. You seemed much calmer like this, something he never got to see much as you would be trying your best to please everyone in the village after being casted to work for the Lord Heisenberg. “Hi there,” He spoke, playing along with your game by placing a high pitch voice on. Yor conversation lasted for a while, to the point you both had gotten on your feet and started to move on levels from furniture to each other. At the moment in time, Karl was on his knees as you placed the bear in his now up sided hat and pretended it was a boat as you made it move physically around Karl’s frame. His laughter had become harder, some tears threatening to spill, watching you make your best ‘boat noises’ as you moved the boat about.

Whilst you were still moving the ‘boat’, Karl had turned to look over at the clock.

18:40

He placed the doll down and waited for you to come back in front of him. He watched as you had sailed the ‘boat’ around him then he quickly grabbed you by the waist making you squeal. Bringing you into his lap despite your protests, he rocked you both as your whines became less and less. “I think we should go eat,” He said, standing up with you in his arms holding onto the ‘boat’ and bear.

“I don’t wanna eatttt,” You whined, squirming in his grasp as Karl walked out of your room and back into the hallway. Nuzzling his head with your own, his beard feeling ticklish against you skin, he chuckled as you tried to swat him away.

“You’re going to eat whenever you like it or not seemingly, I have to reheat tea all over again.” Karl took longer strides into the kitchen, placing you down on the table edge and making sure you were secured in your place. Taking his hat away from our hold, he took the bear out and gave it to you then proceeded to place his hat on your head. You gasped and talk to your bear as Karl turned feeling satisfied with the happy vocal noises, he manages to make you say.

“Look Mr Bear, I’m like Mister over there!” Karl didn’t need to turn to know you were pointing at him for Mr Bear to see. His heart swelled hearing you speak about being like him, just having you with him made him feel so much more love and affection. He wanted to return that, to give you the love and affection you deserved to have in your life. He knew little of your past and family, he never thought to talk about it much since you didn’t strike any interest in them. Any conversation about them was brought to an end after a short reply.

Turning the stove on to reheat the pot of soup, Karl turned around and saw you playing with bear making it dance in your lap. He watched you, finding your actions oddly cute. To think this morning you were awake, ready to take on the day even with the clear evidence of the stress tears creating dark circles under your eyes. Seeing you play happily without a care in the world had made his shoulder drop and become relaxed, you were calm and so was he. It was like your auras would affect each other but either way it was a good collision of feelings.

“Mr Bears says your pwetty!” You said, holding the bear around its waist and holding it down on your lap. Karl raised a brow and took off his shades, placing them to hang of his green under shirt.

“Oh really-?” He walked forward, raising his hands up and wiggling his fingers about. Your child mind got the idea and started to back way on table, shaking your head with a mischievous smile. “If you don’t agree your cute then, I'll transform into the tickle monster.” You laughed and backed away to the edge, sealing your lips shut and staring at Karl with bright eyes.

Bringing up Mr Bear, you took him into one hand and raised him back behind your head, only to lunge him towards Karl, “GO MR BEAR! ATTACK!” Karl could only pretend to get hit as he placed his hand onto his heart, pretending to ‘die’.

“Oh no, I’ve been hit!” Getting down on one knee, he was slowly disappearing from your view from the other end of the table. Biting your tongue gently, you crawled on the table making your way back to your first position on the other side. You leaned over the edge, watching as Karl was on his back hand still over his supposed ‘wound’ from Mr Bear. “I’m going,” He whispered as he dramatically closed his eyes and turned his head as he was now ‘dead’. He held back another smile as he heard your laughter from above him. Your laugh was something he treasured and cherish, to hear every second of it was like his favourite record playing on repeat.

The sudden smell of hot soup hitting his nose had him open one eye, to see you blowing a raspberry at him. Getting up quickly, he gently set you back onto your butt and made sure you were stead on the table. You continued to blow raspberries at him until he gave you Mr Bear, who was left on the floor after the attack, back into your arms. “Keep them safe.” Karl demanded as he turned to go back over to the pot and turn the heat off.

“He’s called Mr Bear,” you responded, facing Mr Bear towards you as you brushed his fluffy fur with your thumb. Karl hummed as he went to grab two bowls from the cabinet, bringing them over to the set them next to stove. Taking the lid of the pot, he used a larger spoon to gather its contents and pour them into the bowls, blowing on it to make sure the heat isn't too much for you. Once the bowls were filled with the vegetable soup, he walked back over to you as he used his powers to collect two spoons from the draining board and bring them over to him. Your eyes followed the flying metal, eyes following there every movement. Your interest would be the same as a child in your caring group, they too would watch the flying metal with interest and curiosity.

“C’mon now, time to eat.” Karl took hold of you gently before setting you down on a chair. You pouted, your bottom lip quivering slightly. “What’s up my little royalty?” He questioned as your hug on Mr Bear suddenly was tighter.

“I want you to fweed me.” You mumbled, your eyes pleading him to do so. Karl was really glad that his other ‘family’ members were not there at this moment to ruin everything. Without a second of thought he agreed, grabbing one of the flying spoons into his hand and stirring your bowl to have an even amount of coolness to its hot substance.

Grabbing a spoonful, Karl brought the spoon to his lips and blew on it making sure there isn’t any steam on it after. Once he was sure it was cold enough for you to have, he held the spoon in front of your face waiting for you to open. “Say ‘ah’” He waited for you to comply, slowly you opened your mouth and felt him nestle the spoon into your mouth. Clamping your mouth close onto the spoon, Karl angled the spoon to pour its liquid into your mouth before pulling it out clean. You chewed and swayed your legs, swallowing and smiling after. Karl turned to his own bowl beside him and used his magic to get a spoonful himself to feed himself with. The routine was that, he’s feed you then feed himself. He wasn’t bothered by this in the slightest, it made you happy so why shouldn’t he do it.

With the food soon gone and bowls washed up, Karl had settled down with you on the couch in the living room as he talked about his plans to kill Mother Miranda. It wasn’t the best subject to talk about since he didn’t know if you understood his rather more profanity vocabulary but either way it seemed you were enjoying listening to him. To you, it was like Heisenberg was telling you a fairy tale and you were just nodding along with the story. Sure, you were learning new words but you were happy to be in his presence. His smile made you smile, when he laughed you also laughed, when he swore- well let's say he began to be more careful with his words after you repeated them.

Although you loved hearing Karl’s voice, your mind was beginning to be lulled to sleep by him. The hot food that you recently found out you liked again and the fun games you spent today with Karl had left you nearly exhausted. Only enough energy to sit and move Mr bear about in your arms as Karl had gotten up to grab a blanket since he too was feeling a little sleepy himself. Getting comfortable, you nuzzled into his side and held Mr bear close, whispering a ‘goodnight’ to him. After you looked up at Karl, who was holding back an urge to smoke a cigar since it was right beside him on the table and gently nudged him with your smaller hand. Karl looked down at you and nodded, waiting for you to speak. “Thank you,” Was all you said before you closed your eyes, resting your body and mind against him.

“Sweet dreams,” was the last thing you heard and your mind had shut off, the darkness being placed with a land of green grass and a black horse running about a great oak tree.

[lizzy-williams]

𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

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BEFORE WE BEGIN:

THIS IS GOING TO BE MY LAST “TWO” STORY FOR A WHILE DUE TO KINKTOBER BEING IN THE WORKS THAT WILL BE UPDATED EVERYDAY OF OCTOBER. 

🏡 Warnings: Sorry folks, pure fluff today cuz I’m saving the kinky shit for Kinktober, language, sexual references

🏡 Requested?: nope

🏡 Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5gjHFmi2Co

John Wayne by Cigarettes After Sex

masterlist

Today was the day. Dominic was finally coming back home from tour and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had been waiting for this day for weeks as he toured Europe. 

Colson had already left to pick Dom up at the airport, and you were getting dressed in a cozy outfit you heard Dominic liked on you. You knew he loved it when you looked cozy. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, and you almost wanted to cry. If you were being honest, you missed Dominic’s praise. And you couldn’t lie. Your confidence was slightly lower than usual without his daily confidence boosts and mini motivational speeches. 

Colson of course kept you busy after your little... escapade, but in the back of your mind, you wanted Dom there with you too. You were happiest when you 3 where all together. 

You jumped when you heard the front door open, and you almost went into cardiac arrest. You raced out of the bedroom, going down the stairs as fast as your feet could carry you. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute. 

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner. 

Dominic gave you a soft look, and you could have sworn that you saw tears in his eyes. You bolted towards him, embarrassing him tightly as he let out tears of joy, he was so happy to see you again. Your legs wrapped around his torso as you buried your face into his hoodie. 

“Hey, sweet girl,” he mumbled into your neck. 

“Hi,” you meekly replied, getting shy. 

Colson joined in, the group hug making your heart want to burst. You were all finally back together again. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

After Dominic was unpacked, the whole night was about you and him. Dom would’t stop giving you attention, and Colson wouldn’t stop giving Dominic attention. 

The relationship between Colson and Dom was hard to describe. There was something different there. There was always a passionate kiss here and there, and Colson would always make sure he was okay after... the thing. And even though you always came first, there was no denying that there was something between the two boys, you were just the glue that was holding them together. 

You watched the TV, the other guys over, Colson insisting that you had a get together with a few people to welcome Dom back from is month and a half tour. You could hear the voices of some of the boys in the kitchen. 

All the while, Dominic held you closely in his arms, the both of you wrapped up in the blanket. His arms were locked tightly around your waist, sitting in the crook of the sectional couch, the both of you as snug as can be. Colson even made the both of you some hot chocolate. 

You were both watching Nightmare Before Christmas, seeing as the halloween season was coming up quickly. Dominic continued to hold you, his head resting on top of yours. He soon felt you slump more into him, soft, gentle snores emitted from you. Dom smirked, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

God how he missed this. Touching your skin; feeling it under his fingertips. He felt his hands gently shifting under your white tank top, his hands resting on your stomach. Touching you was euphoric. 

Being away from you was hell. Knowing that you and Cols were sure to have fun while he was away killed him, knowing that the only thing that he could use would be his hand. And use it he did. He would do it almost every night, the need to see you almost too much. He would look at his favorite picture of you. 

But it was quite a sinful picture. It was an image of you, tied up, a black harness wrapped around your torso, black laced panties resting tightly around your hips. And he came to that picture over and over and over. 

You were here now, in his arms. But that didn’t satiate his want to take you right there. He had been pushing down his urges since he had gotten home, wanting nothing more than to plow into you when you wrapped your legs around him. 

But he couldn’t do that. Because he missed Colson too. 

Soon enough, he felt his own eyes succumb to sleep, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. 

Meanwhile, Colson stood around the kitchen island, talking to his friends, a drink in one hand, a blunt in the other. 

“So, let me get it straight,” Rook started.

“Ooo, careful,” Slim joked, knowing that Colson unintentionally got sensitive when he was asked about your guys’ relationship. 

“So you screw both of them? Or do you just do [ y / n ] and he watches.” Rook motioned to the couch, where the two of you were fast asleep, the movie credits playing in the background. 

Usually, Colson would have taken offense, telling his drummer he had crossed a line. But luckily for Rook, the blonde was cross-faded, weed and whisky coursing through his veins. 

“Nah, nah, nah. He doesn’t just watch, he helps, aight?” Cols’ words were slightly slurred, and in response his friends just laughed. 

“Damn, Kells, I knew you were into some funky shit, but damn!” Slim nudged him, Colson laughing out loud. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Finally. Finally the house was back to a quiet state, the time on all the clocks reading 1:00am. 

Colson had nothing else to drink after the conversation with his friends, his foggy mind starting to sober up. After he finished cleaning up the chaotic mess everybody made, he walked around the couch to see something that would make his heart explode. 

The two of you were loosely tangled together, the blanket muddled and in disarray, random limbs sticking out from under it. His eyes finally landed on your faces, the both of you sound asleep. 

He then went back behind the couch, gently shaking Dom, the brit startling awake, and Colson cringed, afraid the sudden action woke you up, which was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“Hey, let’s get you two up to bed, okay?” Colson muttered, Dom nodding his head sleepily. 

Colson lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, your body instinctively nuzzling its way deeper into his chest. You looked so blissful, eyes gently closed and face slightly squished pressed up against him.

Holy fuck, you were so fucking adorable.

As the three of you mulled your way up the stairs, Dom and Cols gave each other a knowing look. They gave each other a quick beck, the both of them blushing afterwords. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

The three of you were now in bed, your frame sandwiched between your two lovers, Dom’s arms wrapped around you as you cuddled into Cols’ chest. You were sound asleep, the boys in their sweatpants and no shirts. Colson’s hands drifted up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Dominic finally broke the silence, “Colson, I think I love you.”

“I love you too, Dom.” Cols obviously wasn’t catching on, his oblivious response almost ruining the moment. 

“No, I mean, I love you.” 

Colson’s eyes went wide for a second. But as he dug deeper, realizing what he was saying, Colson blushed and took Dom’s hand in his, knowing that he felt the same way.  

“I love you too, Dom,” even though it was the same response from seconds earlier, the energy was different. Accepting. 

That night, the three of you fell asleep in complete bliss. But little did they know you were half awake, listening. 

And you couldn’t wait for the future. 

((HOLY SHIT, I’M SO EXCITED TO PUBLISH THE KINKTOBER SERIES, Y’ALL AREN’T READYYYYYY))

[cozy-neko]

untitled & incomplete // kenmaxreader, kurooxreader

warning(s): mention of death

"kuroo, stop!" kenma grit his teeth and lashed out, grabbing the taller man's arm. he's had enough. "you can't save everyone!"

kuroo faltered in his step, his eyes widening at his normally calm and collected friend's sudden outburst. kuroo was surprised to see a mix of conflicted emotions in his feline eyes. there was anger, sadness, and what looked like hurt evident in the shorter man's eyes.

"kenma --" he began but was cut off.

"listen to me, kuroo. i know you're hurt over what happened with y/n. i am too. she was just as important to me as she was to you. but you have to face the facts," kenma sighed, letting go of kuroo to rake a hand through his hair in frustration. "she's not y/n. y/n is gone. you can't.... you can't save everyone," he whispered brokenly.

kenma hated it. he hated having to be the one to knock the rose-colored glasses off kuroo and bring him back to what was sadly reality; the reality kenma was forced to face three years ago when they lowered her casket into the ground while his best friend stared in silent, frozen despair as his lover was laid to rest.

kenma clenched his hands into fists, ready to physically knock some sense into kuroo if needed be. instead of chasing after the stranger from earlier like kenma was expecting, kuroo closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky.

"i'm sorry," he murmured instead after a moment's pause. kenma's eyes widened. he hadn't been expecting an apology. kuroo's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to look his best friend in the eyes. 

"you're right. y/n's death was just as painful for you as it was for me. i'm sorry that i was inconsiderate of your feelings. and you're right that i can't save everyone. i wanted so bad to save y/n. i wish i can turn back time and prevent the accident. but i can't, and it's something i'll have to live with forever.

"she just reminded me so much of y/n, you know? i could see the fight in her eyes. y/n had that same fire in her, but it just died out too soon. i just didn't want to see that happen again -- to her, or to anyone. i thought i would be able to prevent it this time." there was a pained smile on kuroo's face.

kenma narrowed his eyes, unsure of what to say. instead he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket and stared at his beat up high tops. he couldn't bear to look kuroo in the face right now. he wondered what expression the bed-headed male was wearing. was it hurt? sadness? fatigue? kenma didn't want to know. all he knew was that he felt just as mentally drained as he was obligated to feel for always trying his best to raise his best friend's broken spirit ever since the accident. 

"y/n’s dead, kuroo," he whispered, feeling hot tears prick his eyes. he felt a warm hand rest a top his head and gently ruffle his hair.

“let's go home, kenma." 

note: if you made it all the way to the bottom of this post, hello! and welcome to a new little addition to my directory called “untitled & incomplete.”

most of the time, i often get random bursts of creativity and come up with broken pieces of stories that get put on hiatus for a very, very long time or even never get finished. that’s what untitled & incomplete is. it’s a place for me to post my “works in progress,” if you will, that i feel really attached to and still want to share with you all despite it being incomplete.

for each untitled & incomplete piece i publish, i’ll also include my thoughts on each piece and give a brief explanation and direction of what i hope(d) the piece would take to give more behind the scenes on how i came up with the story!

anyways, i hope that’s okay. maybe one day i’ll revisit each piece and find some motivation to complete it. but for now, please enjoy some incomplete stories. :-)

behind the scenes:

→ in this snippet, kuroo, kenma, and reader are all childhood friends. kuroo and reader were dating. kenma has been secretly pining after reader long before kuroo and reader got together.

→ originally, the y/n mentioned above was supposed to be some random made-up character, and the “stranger” kuroo is trying to save is supposed to the reader. 

→ i ended up changing the roles for this snippet to make it less complicated idk if it made it any less complicated, however.

→ the original premise was that kuroo and kenma come across the reader who resembles their late childhood friend. the reader’s backstory is pretty tragic, and something that their childhood friend went through, hence kuroo wanting to “save” her and to make sure she does not succumb to the same fate his lover went through. 

→ kenma is supposed to have pined after the made-up childhood friend and he’s supposed to be super guarded with his feelings for the newly introduced y/n and reluctant (and scared) to fall in love.

→ the genre(s) of this story is supposed to be: mystery, slow-burn romance, hurt and comfort, and it was supposed to be a multi-fic!

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Persistence and Resilience

Lee Junho (2PM) x Reader

Anon Request: Hii! I know this might seem a little old, but can I request a scenario for 2PM’s Junho? Can I request an arranged marriage angst-fluff scenario where he already had an evil girlfriend and he’s cold to you somehow when you are so kind to him, then when you can’t take it any longer, you left and he started to miss you and realize that his girlfriend is cheating on him,,, fluff ending hehehe! I’m sorry if this is too hard though 😅

Summary: You accepted your life as the second child to a father with a big corporation a long time ago. You knew the arranged marriage would happen one day, but you expected a partner who also accepted their fate. However, the suitor your parents choose for you acts immature and unreasonable. Can this even work?

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Arranged Marriage AU. Contains angst, slight (implied but not described) smut, and a fluff ending. Strong language once or twice, slight violence

A/N: It isn’t exactly what was requested, but I started going based on the request and let my creative mind lead me where it did. I hope you still like it!

You knew the day would come, but you never expected it to be this chaotic. As soon as you reached a certain age, your parents started introducing you to sons of other big industry owners as your possible suitors. They only needed you as a pawn in the grand company scheme. Ultimately, neither you nor your brother could avoid it. Eventually, he'd inherit and run the company despite his dream of managing a small coffee shop, and you'd soon be forced to marry someone that could help business.

You met him twice before the marriage was announced, and he never paid you any mind. He never expected anything to happen. Plus, he has a secret model girlfriend, so why worry about his parents forcing him on dates? However, the announcement sends him into a rampage, especially since he hears the news from media outlets rather than from his parents.

You and your parents meet with his parents to discuss the wedding date and other important details when Lee Junho bursts in, fuming about the arrangement while dragging his clearly-bothered girlfriend behind him. Calmly, his father stands up, turns to Junho, and slaps him hard across the face.

"You will marry her. I don't care about your wants. The company comes first, and, as the oldest, it's about time you recognize that. You don't have to love each other; you only need to tolerate one another for the sake of our companies." Sitting back down, he turns to you, "I apologize for my son's attitude. Please, forgive him. He'll come around, but he's far too used to getting everything he wants."

"No worries, Mr. Lee. I understand his feelings and can look past them for the sake of this arrangement." You smile back, watching as your fiance shoots his father a disgusted look before storming out with his girlfriend.

"Thank you, Y/N." Mrs. Lee adds, "Your daughter is very well-mannered. She will be a welcome change to my son's wild lifestyle. Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N."

The dinner continues as boring as you expect. The next few months don't improve much either. You rarely see the man chosen as your husband, and his attitude never really improves. You try your best to be friendly and kind to him whenever you two interact, but he always blows you off.

The wedding day approaches, and, for once, Junho acts nice to you. Of course, you recognize that it's an act for the families and media, but it's the first time he hasn't treated you like dirt, so you enjoy the day as best you can. There isn't a honeymoon. Instead, your parents bring you and Junho together to explain that you'll be moving into his house by the end of the week to show the media that the relationship works well. They want people to believe the motivation for marriage is more than a simple merger.

Without a doubt, this infuriates your now-husband. He rarely meets his girlfriend to eliminate any potential gossip, and now he has to share his home with the one person he blames his suffering on. You, on the other hand, try to be optimistic and see this as an opportunity to become friends, regardless of how difficult the task may be. Slowly, you move your belongings into his house. He gives you a personal wing of the house, hoping to limit interactions between the two of you.

Over the course of the month, you learn Junho's typical schedule. Exercise in the early morning, followed by breakfast and a shower. Then, he stays in his office room most days until dinner, unless there's a company meeting he's forced to attend. After dinner on Thursdays and Saturdays, he leaves for hours, and you can only assume by the state of his clothes and hair upon return that he meets with his girlfriend on those nights. When you understand his schedule enough, you begin eating or cooking at the times he usually does, in hopes to grow closer. He accepts your presence but hardly talks to you. Any conversations you start with him fall flat quickly. Tonight, you decide to make Junho dinner.

He thanks you and sits down to eat. As you sit down across from him, you ask him about his girlfriend. This time, he finally decides to talk with you.

"She wants to go on a vacation soon, but I don't know how to go with her when I still have to think of my father's stupid company."

"Do you want help? We can pretend to go together. I'll bring my friend so it looks like a double date situation. Only if you want, though. I don't want to force you if it'll be a pain dragging me along."

He stares at you for a moment, wondering why you still try being nice when he's been nothing but mean to you, "Are you sure you'd want to do that? You won't feel weird about the situation?"

"Why would I? We don't have feelings for each other. This marriage is for our parents, but that shouldn't stop us from living how we want. If we help each other, it shouldn't be too hard to fake a healthy marriage."

Suddenly, Junho smiles brightly. You've never seen him smile so genuinely, so it shocks you enough to get your heart racing. As he thanks you and explains his plans, your mind wanders, thinking about how handsome he is when he's happy. When he asks whether you'd be okay with his plans, you snap back to reality and blindly accept his proposal.

As it turns out, the plan included a trip to an island your parents own. They agree without issue, hoping you and your husband can bond. The only setback to the trip is that the two rooms are separated by gender, meaning you'd be sleeping in the same room as his girlfriend while Junho rooms with your friend. Junho's strange optimism insists that this will give him an easy excuse to sneak into his girlfriend's room, as he can claim he wants to see you.

At first, you didn't see the issue with his plan. However, the asshole returns as he decides to make out with and even have sex with his girlfriend despite you being stuck there with them as a cover for him. After a few days, you give up. Your kindness can only extend so far, so you storm out as the lovebirds undress each other without a care in the world.

You stroll along the beach, meeting up with Changmin, the friend you brought along for company. You sit on the beach and talk. He tells you all about his fiancee and asks how you feel about your forced marriage. Changmin has been your close friend for over a decade, so he could see your frustration. He tells you to talk to Junho about his behavior. With a sigh, you admit that he's right, and you head back to your room, fully expecting him to still be there.

When you arrive, you hear moans through the door and decide not to enter until they're finished. Turning around to head back to the beach, you accidentally bump into someone directly behind you. Trying to make eye contact to apologize, you see Junho, who looks past you and at the door. Your eyes grow wide as he passes you, yanking the key from your hand and storming into the room. You rush after him in case you need to stop a fight, even though you're scared of that possibility.

You both see Junho's girlfriend and some random younger boy pushing away from each other. She hides her naked body under the covers while he quickly stumbles into his clothes on the way out. You expect Junho to scream at his girlfriend or punch the boy, but he just points to the door and tells her to leave and never talk to him again. She tries to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Junho doesn't let it happen.

Raising his volume and strengthening his glare, he demands, "Get the FUCK out of my life!"

She wraps herself in the complimentary robe, grabs her bags, and rushes out the open door. Silence falls over the room. The scent of sex lingers and haunts him. He drops his arm and falls to his knees as he stares at the floor and tries to comprehend what happened.

You help him up from the floor and onto the bed. At that point, the man who appeared to lack a heart breaks down crying. You pat his back, so he leans his head on your shoulder. Ever since you've met him, you've never seen him drop his guard and be vulnerable. You stay with him until he cries out all his tears. When he composes himself, he apologizes, but you insist that it's perfectly fine.

After a short silence, he looks at you and asks, "Can I sleep next to you tonight? I think I need the comfort of another person."

"How about we sleep in your room then? The smell in here doesn't seem to be going away any time soon."

He agrees with a nod, so you both head to the next room, and you explain the situation to Changmin. He apologizes to Junho and asks if either of you need anything. When you both insist that you're fine, he retreats to his bed and puts his attention to his laptop. You and your husband get in the other bed together. He lays under the blankets and moves close to you for comfort. Not quite ready to sleep, you sit in the bed with his head in your lap as you scroll through your phone.

When your body finally relaxes, you put your phone on the bedside table and lay down. As you shift your body, you disturb Junho's sleeping form. He manages to find a new comfortable position with his head close to yours. In his sleep, his arm moves across your body, moving you closer to each other. You try to focus your mind on anything other than his closeness, and you eventually join him in sleep.

You wake up to movement and let out a groan as you stretch and open your eyes. Sitting on the bed, fully naked, is your husband. You quickly avert your eyes, making Changmin laugh at your shyness.

"Haven't seen your husband naked yet? Jeez, what will you do when your parents start bugging about having kids?"

You throw a pillow at him for even suggesting the idea, even though you understand that it will happen one day. Junho, however, decides to further provoke you by joining forces with your friend. He moves to you and hovers above you with a smirk.

"Should we make this fair? I haven't seen you naked either."

"I didn't look, so it's still fair right now." You speak quickly, hoping to escape the situation as soon as possible.

The boys just laugh at your reaction as Junho rolls off you and pulls on his underwear. When he tells you that it's safe to look, you finally begin to relax. You still avoid looking in his direction, but you're glad to know that he can still joke around despite the scene he witnessed the day before.

For the last day in your vacation, the three of you decide to roam around and have a good day despite the previous issues with the trip. At the end of the night, you head back to your room and begin to pack for the 3 AM flight back home. When Junho finishes packing, he heads over and asks whether you need any help. Since you're nearly finished, you thank him but decline his offer.

He sits down on the empty bed and looks at the wall before opening up, "Y/N, I'm sorry for how I treated you because of my girlfriend. I never expected her to be that person, but seeing her cheating on me made everything click into place. But, also, thank you so much for being so kind to me despite my terrible attitude. If you'll forgive me, I guarantee you that I'll be a lot less rude and a lot more open with you."

"Hey. Calm down with that heartfelt stuff. You're forgiven, Junho. I'd still like to have a working marriage with you for the sake of our families, so this is a good step forward." You place a hand on his shoulder and send him a smile as he turns to face you.

When he sends a warm smile back, you believe that good things will finally come after your persistent kindness and resilience with your husband.

[fandom-puff]

Arthur Shelby Smut Alphabet

Warnings: smut- what it says on the tin

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Arthur is one to lay panting for a moment, wiping sweat from his brow and pushing his hair out of his face, composing himself before seeing to you. He’ll ask if you’re alright, if you need anything, stroking your hair as you nuzzle into his chest

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, you,”

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Much to your dismay, he doesn’t find any part of himself overly attractive. If he had to choose, he’s say his freckled hipbones are his favourite- they jut slightly, and you always end up kissing and marking them.

I mentioned on my smut headcanons post that Arthur is a boobs kinda guy. I reckon he’d also really like your shoulders, collar bone and neck- plenty of space for him to kiss and mark as his own, and plenty of places to bite to muffle his moaning

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

While he would rather come inside you always, that would likely result in lots of trips to see the midwife. His other favourite places are on your lower belly, your inner thighs...

He’d much rather come inside you, truly connected in the moment as you chase your climax- it’s a wonder you don’t have a million pregnancy scares

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Arthur loves letting go and having you dominate him. While he won’t admit it, being called a ‘good boy’ makes him feel unstoppable. Even if he doesn’t SAY it, you can gauge his reaction pretty easily

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Arthur has had many one night stands and flings, even a few girls he’s seen for several months, so he knows what he’s doing. He’s never really had someone treat him the way you do, kissing all over him, making love to him rather than just fucking and fumbling

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Arthur loves taking you with you flat on your back with your legs thrown over his shoulders. It allows for deeper penetration, plus he gets to admire your face and body

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You and Arthur can have a laugh when you’re intimate, which is nice. It shows he feels really comfortable around you.

“Fuck me,”

“YN, that’s literally what I’m doing now love- ah!”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His hair down below is a little darker than the hair on his head. Coarse, curly and slightly wild, he makes sure to keep it in check for your comfort

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Arthur gets VERY into it. While he mightn’t be the best with words, he’s able to communicate how much he loves you while you fuck through his actions, making sure to caress and kiss whenever (and wherever) he can

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

One time, he thought you were at work, so didn’t bother to shut the door as he stroked himself, eyes screwed shut and arm thrown across his face. He nearly came on the spot when you creeped up on him and wrapped your mouth around his tip on the downstroke, shoving his hand away as you took your fill.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Arthur isn’t all that kinky. He prefers to enjoy YOU. That being said... he’s a big fan of office sex, having to clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He also has a thing for you looking all innocent in your pretty dresses and whatnot, yet knowing you moan as loud as any whore when you’re with him. He also likes you wearing pretty underwear under your clothes, flashing him a bra strap here, a lacy trim there... it just riles him up

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He LOVES fucking you in his office. The thrill of getting caught, the sight of you splayed out on his desk or riding him in his chair. He also loves doing it in the snug in the garrison, with the door and hatch locked so no one can burst in. He can hear everyone mulling around having a good drunken time while he’s tucked away in the snug having his wicked way with you. They’re all none the wiser to his activities (even though it becomes a pattern- you two sneak into the snug, the door clicks shut and Arthur emerges fifteen minutes later for a cigarette and some more whiskey looking dazed)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned before, knowing you have pretty lingerie on that no one but him can see... the way you lounge on the couch, your ankles crossed demurely as if butter wouldn’t melt... when you catch his eye across the room and give a cheeky wink...

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Arthur doesn’t share with ANYONE. He also won’t use anything but his hand if you ask him to spank you, not wanting to hurt you too much, even if you beg. He also will not have anything around his neck, unless it’s the rare occasion that it’s your hand

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

A sure-fire way to send Arthur over the edge is to such him off. He tries his best not to fuck your throat, as you look so damned pretty trying your hardest to take him all, but occasionally it’ll all get too much and he can’t help but rock his hips into your welcoming mouth.

If he was given his way, he would spend hours between your thighs, alternating between fast flicks of his tongue and torturously flow, languid sweeps up your entire heat... sometimes he’ll keep you on edge, pulling away right when your body needs him most, other times he’ll make you come by his mouth over and over, until you cannot form a coherent sentence as you beg him to just fuck you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Arthur’s default is fast and rough. You don’t mind, as you can’t deny how good it feels. Sometimes though, he is slower, his thrusts still strong, but he takes his time. This normally occurs in the comfort of your home, when he doesn’t have to worry about brothers who don’t knock; he can enjoy you all to himself. His last few thrusts as he comes are always fast, no matter how he started off as he is eager to finish with you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely LOVES an office quickie (have you read ‘Caught?’). Will often call you in, saying he needs help with the books or something, but literally the whole betting shop knows it’s code for ‘we’re fucking’. He always smacks your arse cheekily as you walk away too, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

So long as he KNOWS you won’t get hurt because of it, he doesn’t mind trying new things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Arthur can last for one solid round. This is why he loves eating you out so much- he’s satisfied with one orgasm, but he would give you the workd if he could.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No. I don’t think they were commercially available when PB is set.

The closest he gets is using his neckties as blindfolds or gags.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Arthur can not tease for shit. He always ends up snapping before you can get properly riled up, unable to wait any longer. You however... are a different story. He doesn’t mind though. He loves the thrill of the chase (quite literally- sometimes he’ll chase you round the house)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Arthur is LOUD. Grunts, groans, gasps and an awful lot of swearing. The best is when he growls, right in your ear, making your eyelids flutter.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He adores morning sex. Just the two of you under the covers, not a care in the world (at least not yet) enjoying one another’s bodies, still half asleep and clinging to each other, voices hoarse and gasping...

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Arthur is fairly average in length, but rather girthy, with a single prominent throbbing vein that runs up the underside.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Jesus CHRIST, this man would have you every day if time allowed it. He makes do with a minimum of twice weekly, though it often ends up as much more than that (especially with you teasing)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s not a quickie, he’s pretty quick to doze off. His mind settles as soon as he knows you’re alright, and he’ll grab you and pull you close, often rolling onto his side and taking you with him as you nod off too

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