#i miss writing so much! it's something that i'll always hold near and dear to my heart

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i miss churning out fics every night in my bedroom at 16

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If you cried, please let me know. I cried while writing this and now I feel like a wimp

Jen Beattie x Teen!Reader Arsenal WFC x Teen!Reader --------------------

You awoke to the creaking of your bedroom door, followed by the dipping of your bed.

"Hey, kiddo," your mam's voice soft, fingers carding through your hair. "Time to wake up. We've got a big day ahead of us."

You cracked your eyes open, blinking rapidly at the light streaming through your window. "Five more minutes?"

She smiled fondly. "Sorry, kiddo. We've got to finish packing, and then we're gonna meet the girls at Colney one last time before they send us off at the airport."

A few months ago, you and your mam had received almost identical offers from the newest team in the NWSL, Bay FC. Your mam had jumped at the promise of something new, but you'd hesitated.

Arsenal was all you'd ever known. You'd grown up in the academy, winning tournaments left and right before signing your first professional contract for the gunners at fifteen years old.

You had memories of Katie chasing you through the Emirates, practicing pens with Kim, and doing media with Leah. If you left, you wouldn't get to make any more of those memories that were so near and dear to your heart.

It was a difficult decision to make, one that your mam assured you was totally up to you. Any of the girls would take you in in a heartbeat if you wanted to stay.

You hated change, and you hated the position Bay FC's offer put you in. Whether you stayed or left, your life wouldn't be the same.

Stay, and be an ocean away from your mam.

Leave, and abandon everything you'd ever known since you were a wee child.

Stay or leave.

Your mam or your found family.

Pain or pain.

Stay.

Leave.

Stay.

Leave.

Realistically, as much as you dwelled on the decision, the choice was made the second you opened your email.

You could never leave your mam. Your mam who never forced you to do anything you didn't want to. Your mam who always made time for you. Your mam who would stay home from matches or training when you were sick. Your mam who always supported you and loved you.

So, you accepted. You accepted the offer to leave the WSL behind, comforted only by the knowledge that your mam would be right next to you the whole time.

It had hurt to accept the California team's offer, a metaphorical knife to the gut, but your teammates had reminded you that you were still in the early stages of your career and could come back later on. That had brought you some sense of relief, knowing that they would gladly welcome you back if you wanted to return.

But now, on the final day of your life in London, it all came crashing down, and you suddenly did not want to leave.

"O-kayyy," you mumbled, rolling off the bed. "When do we leave? To Colney?"

Your mam extended her hand, pulling you up. "In an hour. Get the rest of your stuff, and we'll have breakfast on the way."

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"He—oof!" You grunted as someone tackled you into a hug, taking you both to the floor.

"I'm gonna miss you, kiddo," Leah's voice wavered. "So, so much."

You squeezed her tightly. "I'll miss you too, Lee. Who'll make fun of your five year-old diet now?"

Katie joined you on the floor, stealing you from Leah's embrace to pull you into her own. "I will, kid. Don't ye' worry."

Leah wiped away a stray tear. "You remember this, Y/N. Once a gunner, always a gunner. You hear me? You'll always have a place hear at Arsenal."

You smiled sadly as yet another one of your teammates stole you for a hug. "Thanks, Lee. I'm gonna miss you all so, so much."

"She was proper crabbit this mornin'," your mam said with a sad smile of her own. "She cried, yelled at me, cried again, then walked into the door frame because she couldn't see through her tears."

"Maaaam!" You turned red as your teammates laughed. "That didn't happen!"

Kim ruffled your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. You did that exact thing with a goalpost when you were younger."

You tried unsuccessfully to hold in your laughter. "Kimmy!"

Your mam grinned. "Nothin' I'd rather be doing during my last day as a gunner than making fun of Y/N with you all."

Unfortunately for you, that was all that you and your teammates did for the remainder of your time together. Make fun of you. Oh, to be the baby of the gunners.

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"I don't want you to leave," Kyra murmured, gripping your shoulders desperately as your flight was called. "You're like... my little sister."

You softened at the uncharacteristically wholesome confession, hugging the Aussie who you'd grown so close to tightly. "Keep in touch, Ky. We'll be sure to visit."

"You promise?" you'd never heard Kyra so vulnerable, not even when Australia had lost to England in the Semifinals and been knocked out of the World Cup.

"I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N."

It was Kim who scooped you up into a hug last, the Scotswoman practically having watched you grown up since your birth. Your second parent in the absence of your father.

"We'll miss you here, kiddo," she whispered in your ear as you tried to hold back tears. It was almost comical, the short Midfielder having to stand on her tippi toes to do so, barely able to reach you even as you leaned down to hear her. "You'd better call or I'm boardin' the nearest fly to San Francisco and takin' you back home."

You patted her on the back before pulling away, averting your eyes before you started bawling. "I will, Kimmy. I will."

As you and your mam boarded the plane, you shoved your fist into your mout to choke back a sob.

Sitting in your seat, the tearful goodbyes of your teammates echoed in your head. They hadn't wanted you to go, and you hadn't entirely wanted go either, torn between two sides, but you'd known this was the right decision. You'd stay with your mam, broadening your horizons and giving yourself more experience.

Staring out the window, you took in the landscape. The English landscape that you'd known your whole life, left behind as you started a new adventure in the United States.

As the plane took off, Leah's voice echoed in your head.

Once a gunner, always a gunner.

[a-whisper-in-the-forest]

Maybe

Part 1 (coffees and tips)

Part 2 (somebody I care about)

Civilian turns into the next aisle of their local supermarket. They got milk, eggs, something to eat for tonight…snacks. They need snacks. Some candy would be nice. Oh, no, popcorn. Yes, popcorn to eat with a movie. Tonight is going to be a good night. Their shift went well and they got a ton of tips, their toast didn't burn this morning and they haven't lost a single thing. Today was a good day. Only, Villain hadn't passed by the shop today, or yesterday, or the day before that. Maybe the fight with Superhero scared them off a bit? The coffeeshop is supposed to be a safe place for villains and a superhero that just bursts in is kind of contradicting. They really hope they can see them tomorrow, work hasn't been the same.

They turn into the other aisle and see a surprising figure ahead. They are dressed in some sweatpants and a hoodie, hair a little messed up but in a cute way and holding a shopping basket. Civilian’s heart makes a little jump. “Hi, Villain. Didn't expect you here,” Civilian says excitedly. Was that too much? Villain looks up a little surprised but then pulls their lips into a smile. “Hi,” they answer while putting a frozen pizza in their basket. “I normaly don’t come here, but I didn't have anything to eat so… deepfreeze chemical shit it is.” Civilian can't help but chuckle. “Don't you have henchmen that can cook for you?” Villain grabs another pizza. “Technically yes, but after three days of planning and scheming we could all use a break.”

“Oh,” Civilian answers, “that's why you didn't show up.” Villain’s smile turned into a smirk. “What? Missed me?” they ask stepping forward. “Maybe,” Civilian answers, not backing away. Villain hums in agreement and corners Civilian against the freezer door. “I might have missed you too, honestly,” Civilian feels that funny feeling in their stomach flare up again. Was it them or was the room getting hotter? “Really?” they whisper. They are so close together right now, they could practically taste Villain’s lips. Villain leans in even closer and whispers in their ear. “Every minute. I couldn't even focus on my plans, that's why it took so long.” Civilian’s breath hitches and they feel a blush creep up their neck. Villain lets out a soft, but deep chuckle. “Oh, dear, so easily flushed. I wonder…” Before Civilian could do anything, they felt a soft peck on their cheek. They turned as red as the tomato in their cart. Villain was still smirking and let out a satisfied hum. “I should stop there though, before you turn into a puddle.” Civilian didn't want them to stop, they wanted them to keep going. “Please, no, keep going.”

Villain’s smirl grew into a full smile. “That sounded pretty, but that's not for here. How about you go home and I drop off these pizzas to my gremlins that are apparently my henchmen. I'll come to your place later and you can ask me those nice questions again.” Civilian nods but they preferred the Villain coming straight home with them. As if Villain could read their mind they answered: “As I said, my henchmen are like gremlins and it's nearing midnight. Believe me, it’s only chaos that ensues.” Civilian just hoped they won't have to wait too long. “Will you hurry?” Civilian asked. Villain's cocked their head to the side. “Maybe.”

Villain obviously paid Civilian’s groceries.

Hi! This was the obvious poll winner so here it is! It's my first time writing something like this so go easy on me. As always I hope you enjoyed!

My are open if you want to ask me anything! (A snippet, a question, share a thought,... Anything!)

[vrmxlho]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DEAR YOU,

⠀⠀⠀⠀how long has it been? probably not even a month. i find myself wishing to write to you everyday. i do not have the expenses to do so. besides, that would only clutter your desk with insignificant and redundant letters. but i feel that i have not told you how much i miss you enough.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i have something stupid and ridiculous to tell you. i've been foolishly waiting to find the right moment to tell you. how long has it been? far too long. i wish i could tell you on a cool winter's night; me holding you close; close enough to smell your freshly washed hair and sweet orange blossom perfume.

⠀⠀⠀⠀this will probably make you laugh in my face. but what a blessing that would be. hearing your laugh is religious. just the sound itself opens the heavens but the look of pure joy and happiness on your face could start and end wars alike.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i hope you know i wouldn't ever lie to you. and what i am about to say is no hyperbole.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i am in love with you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i have been thus since the first day i saw you. i am not of the age to be imagining marriage or a family. yet when i think of you i feel i could overlook all that.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i have often woken in the dead of night babbling about how much i miss your presence. all would be well if you could be within an arms length from me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀can you come? come for me, and only me. i want you near.

⠀⠀⠀⠀every smell in madrid reminds me of you. freshly washed clothes remind me of the shirts you wear, your lace socks and velvet hair ties. the rain reminds me of your fresh earthy musk.

i'll always be yours,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀←⠀SAE

p.s. i promise you this isn't a proposal. i just wished to express how serious i am about us.

[mashriqiyyah]

"Throw it all in the trash"...said my mum as I stood in the midst of our living room holding a carton full of stuff I had taken out of our storecases of books, stationary and gifts received over the time.

This happens almost every 6 months when I deep cleanse the home and try to declutter. Whenever the new stuff out-spaces the old, I collect it and put it in a carton and then no one sees it ever again except me. I did that again this time, and when my mum asked me to throw it, I....simply couldn't. Like always. I kept it aside for a while and then sneakily took it to my closet, and secured it there.

This is me. I've always found it impossible to let go of stuff that has memories attached to it. Like a post card my middle school best friend made for my birthday with our pictures on it, like the funny song lyrics we used to write on chits during classes and laugh our hearts out on the last bench in highschool. Like the poems and sweet comments my classmates have written for me in my diary and slambooks.. like the first ring I bought for myself, Like the tulip sketches my nephews have made for me, like the first "painting" my niece made when she was just 15 months old (which is just a brush ran across a page in haphazard manner lol)

I keep it so close to me that whenever I get to open my closet, I know I have treasure hidden in it, that can take me back to the time whenever I had felt over the world. When I know, everything was perfect. Even for a day or an brief hour. But harm is when I do it with words spoken to me. Smiles given to me. I cannot throw them away from my mind either no matter how much my mind is occupied with other things. Like when one of my colleagues had literally lifted me up and didn't separate me from her embrace for a long time because she missed me during a week's leave. How my students and I would go around the campus for no apparent reason but just so we could goof around the places in the name of work. Like, when an elderly woman had smiled at me n kept her hand on my head because I helped her with something as simple as lifting her bag while we were coming down from a bus. Like, when someone had said "come back?" After I was absent for so many weeks...

Like when someone said "Forever, In Sha Allah" when I asked them if they can tolerate me.

Even if I know those words mean nothing now, but in that moment, they meant the world. And it pains me that I cannot go back in that moment and things stay as it is. I choose to live a lifetime in that one moment. Because I know, one day, everything has to be dumped into a carton and everyone will call it trash. But for me, it'll always matter. Because I suck at letting go. So, I have made a room inside the deepest chamber of my heart, just like my closet. Where all the words spoken to me, that I hold dear sparkle like glittering butterflies. But in a dungeon. Soon they'll die. And I have no choice except to make a grave out of it...that I'll avoid visiting often. But, whenever I'll need an escape...I know I'll find myself sitting near that grave, touching it ever so tenderly...because...I suck at letting go.

~ mashriqiyyah

25th June 2023

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

🖋 *slam dunks this in here*

HOOTS AND HOLLERS!!!! Two points!!!

🖋 a list of plots or ideas // plot meme

Where to begin with you... hmm. I suppose I shall split these up based on the fandom aye? You have a ton of muses I'd love to plot around, so bare with me as I hit you with yet another long list 😭

DSMP

Eternalduo you saw this coming... Sorry, not sorry, I will write these lovely immortals with you any day. You have so many dynamics I could go into with these two, but I'm more than happy to try to restrain myself to only a few, lest I steal you away from everyone else...

Now hear me out on this one, Sam and Technoblade. They're a pairing I find hard to get content on where the two of them are the main focal point. Usually it's with Dream in the center of them or with them on entirely opposing sides of conflicts, but I do feel they have potential. An anarchist meets the government. Hot take: I do think these two could have been friends under the right circumstances. Yadda yadda something about opposites attracting *shrugs*

The Gods, ie. PandasPVP and DreamXD. I've got some vicious headcanons about PandasPVP and how he rebelled against DreamXD and thus ended up in a conflict that had him sealed away - crazy stuff. But I do think there is some fun god au material here we could work with!!

Punz and Purpled, ignore unfounded and give me these two (/j but seriously these two could be adorable). Just, yeah.

Obligatory DreamTeam mention here while I twirl around my puppy of a man Sapnap!!! Dream and Sapnap hold a very near and dear place in my heart so I will always offer them up. From unrequited love to best friends for life to tragic enemies, to corruption arcs. I will always kick my feet cutely at a Sapnap corruption arc where he loses what little resolve he has left and Dream swoops in to secure another ally.

Karlnap could also be an option, I've just had a difficult time with a lot of Karl writers. It's been mostly misses over hits in my experiences with them, but I'm sure you write a delicious Karl!! I wish I could add more here, but I don't have much experience writing them.

Awesamponk, need I say more? (yes I do, to clarify we don't have to do anything romantic, it can also be platonic!!!)

QSMP

Luzuriaga and Wilbur. I'll warn you right now, I tend to go off of Karmaland for my Luzu as that's where I know him from best and I came to cling to very deeply. I'm still catching up with QSMP Luzu but I do very much love these two brunettes and the chaos they could cause. Fighting for fatherhood and then becoming buddies, its a cute thought in my head.

Foolish and Leo are also mandatory!!!(/nf) Leo could ask for anything and Foolish would give it to them. Spoiled utterly ROTTEN

Honestly, just hit me with any plot ideas you can think of. These are just a few because I can't ever make up my mind with such a massive list of goodies to pick from <3<3

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we get a drabble of Rei being dominant towards Nicholas while still being a bottom. He is a power bottom, after all. Please and thank you!

((Hello dear, hope your well today and being alright on this Tuesday. I think I can write up something for you. Please give me one moment.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Nicholas was not expecting this to happen right now even if he was doing something but it seems he hasn't given his midnight owl enough attention. He was now tied down on the bed but Rei was on top of him looking down.

He was only smiling softly but he was only chuckling at the view. "My cute precious gunslinger, you really know how to make me get greedy don't you?" he mutters only to touch his chest with the fingers running across his chest.

"Again, not my fault. I..I can't help it when it comes to doing work and-"

"Well, good to know your taking a few days off. I did miss you and I now want your full attention. You don't mind giving me that do you?" Of course Nicholas wouldn't mind since he tries to do that even with him being busy. However, Rei had many ways of getting his attention.

"Or maybe I should punish you for not giving me that much attention?" he looks down at him only to hover over him almost like he was going to give him a kiss but he didn't.

"OH come on Rei, you can't be that mad at me..c..can you?" he asked with him trying to move but he wince feeling Rei stroke down his chest to his stomach near his boxers.

"I don't tend to have a temper...you know that. However, when it comes to you not giving much attention that might change things. I only wanted to get that. So I'm going to." he said but Nicholas looks to him wondering what he might think but he might have a idea.

"I'm guessing your getting revenge for me not paying attention to you?"

"Maybe? I mean, I always told you I'm here and wish to do more things with you. So, I'll just go ahead and prove that to you. It'll be fun..for you and me." he smiled.

"......"

~~~~~~

Now it results with him bucking his hips feeling Rei stroking his cock slowly while kissing him. He groans from the kiss even if he wished to do it himself, Rei didn't allow it. He lets him stay right there and take in every kiss and touch. He already knew how to make him want it but this only made him feel more aroused trying not to cum.

"Mmmm come on Nicholas you don't have to hold back....it feels good right?" he teased seeing him catching his breath while feeling more heated. His hand was stroking him but every time he got close he would stop.

"H..Hey!"

"Ah ah ah.."

"C.come on Rei..I wanna..."

"I said not yet. You are not to cum..unless I allow you to remember? Just relax and savor it." He speaks against his lips kissing NIcholas again as he kisses him back. He wanted to get something back but he only was ordered to lay where he was. He was not going anywhere.

"Besides, you already came twice.......I want my turn later but you need to behave and listen to me." he said.

"I'm trying but your hand feels-Nffm!!" He got kissed again by him while Rei smiled from that sound.

"Mmmmmm~" They shared the kiss for a while before he breaks it panting softly against his lips. Still so cute even if he was also hardheaded at times. That's what he finds precious about him.

"Rei..."

"I know, I know..I said I'll let you get more.." he said.

"....."

"After I punish you first." he said.

"Besides, if your good...I'll let you feel even better later on if you behave...."

".......*gets another kiss to pant* That's...nugghh not f..fair Rei..."

"It's called fair to me....besides, I'm taking my time to help you and myself out..before rewarding you. So enjoy it." he teased before another kiss was given. He would do that later on but for now, he wanted some sweet revenge for the attention he wasn't given. Now he's getting it.

[friendly-philosopher]

Forbidden Feelings and Hidden Corners: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Finally! I've posted this for your request! Thanks for requesting. I don't know if this was what you expected, but I hope you'd like it. Happy reading!

"I am asking you for the final time boy! If you don't accept the mark from the dark lord, I'll have to find ways to make you accept it." The Lestrange woman sneered at her nephew.

Narcissa Malfoy stood hidden in the darkest corner of the room, blending with the darkness, making Draco doubt if she was really there. He knew she wanted to help him, but the wizarding laws, the wedding laws, and the way she was brought up made her unable to speak against her sister who was obsessed with the dark lord, nor her husband who had his arms crossed, staring at his son, who had become the biggest disgrace to the Malfoy bloodline, with disgust.

"Are you taking it or not?" Bellatrix snapped once again.

Draco let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. The moment he did, all he could remember was her – his sunshine.

He could remember all the beautiful memories with her. Her stunning smile, her radiant face, her ethereal beauty, her angelic laugh, her soft kisses, everything about her, only her!

He remembered how she would interlock her fingers with his. He remembered how she would cuddle with him. He remembered how she would run her fingers through his hair. He remembered how she would hug him from behind, announcing her presence. He remembered how she would make him lay his head on her stomach, hugging him and falling asleep on the couch. He remembered how she would hold him, when everything became too much for him to handle. He remembered how she would hint soft kisses on his head, forehead, nose and finally his lips. He remembered how they both would spend their nights in the astronomy tower, star-gazing.

Finally, he remembered the way she would mumble "I love you"s in between the kisses. Now, he wished he could have told it back to her. He had always been a very private person, building walls. She was the first one to break many of those walls. Yet, he was afraid to tell her that he loved her.

But she waited. She knew how he was when it came to feelings. She knew expressing emotions weren't his strong suit. So, she was patient enough to give him the time he needed, and he appreciated it.

But now, he regretted taking too much time to just state a fact - the fact that he loved her to the moon and back , she was his everything and he wanted a forever with her.

"No!" he heard himself whisper.

"What?" Lucius snapped.

"No! I'd never take the mark nor become a death eater." He stated firmly and felt proud of that bravery.

Lucius glared at him but Bellatrix just laughed an evil, cold laugh that could rival her master's.

"We'll see my dear!" she told him in a sickeningly sweet tone and left Draco's room, motioning his parents to join her.

***

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) missed Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her that she would miss him so badly that her heart will ache for him, four years before, she would have laughed at them. But now, after years of getting to know the true him and loving him, he had become everything to her. She had caring friends and was really grateful for them, but she missed him.

True, their relationship was a secret one, and no one knew about them. But it didn't mean she loved him any less. She loved him all the same and she knew he loved him too, even if he wasn't so vocal about it. She loved spending time with him, and wasted all her days anticipating their midnight meetings.

Her being a Gryffindor, a muggle-born and worse, a part of the golden quadruplet, and best friend to the golden trio and Draco being a pureblooded, a Slytherin and worse, a Malfoy, had them not go public in mutual understanding. But she did love the memories of the midnight, and they took care of their forbidden feelings in their in hidden corners!

But, it had been a week - a week since holidays were over, a week since school had started, a week since she had seen him, a week he didn't attend school. She decided to write him an anonymous letter to find if he was okay. If he got the letter, he would recognize her handwriting immediately. If it somehow, fall in the wrong hands, then they can't know it was from her. Boy, how wrong she was.

She sent a letter to him. It contained a simple question : "Are you okay? Missing you!"

***

It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the Sixth year for the Golden quadruplet. They were enjoying themselves. Even (Y/N) had pushed aside her worries for a few hours and enjoyed the time with her friends. They decided to head to the 'Three Broomsticks' for a butter beer. While they started walking, suddenly everything became dark and they could feel themselves being grabbed harshly and being aparrated to somewhere.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she found herself in a dungeon. She could see her friends in some sort of jail.

She heard someone calling her. The voice was so familiar. Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened. It couldn't be!

"Draco!" She whispered, turning around.

She saw him. It was really him. But his hands were held behind his back by his father while his aunt stood near him.

"How is our little surprise, Draco dear?"

"Let them go!"Draco snapped, pulling his hand away from his father's grasp and reaching for his wand. But before he could even point it against her, Bellatrix disarmed him and bound him with a rope. His wand fall down near his legs and he was forced to look at Bellatrix, now circling (Y/N).

"Ahh....I take it you are the pretty little mudblood that bade my nephew turn against us?" (Y/N) remained silent. "Did you seriously think we can't find you if you didn't sign the letter. Our pure blood magic is way better than that!" She spat.

"Shove your pure blood pride up in your - "

But before she could finish her statement, she fell to the floor, screaming.

"Draco, you take the mark or enjoy watching her die a slow and painful death."

Tears flowed freely from Draco's eyes as he watched the love of his life on the floor, screaming an writhing in pain.

"Please, stop it!" He screamed.

"Will you take the mark, then?"

Before he could answer (Y/N) spoke "Draco, don't. They are gonna kill me even if you take the mark. They'd never let us get together. At least, I'll die knowing I saved you from a terrible fate!"

"Shut up, mudblood! No one asked you to speak" Bellatrix sneered, throwing another "crucio" at her.

Magic is a wonderful thing. It can understand emotions more than any human being ever could. And it did. When Draco felt love for her, anger at his father and aunt for doing this to her and frustrated because he couldn't do anything to save her, his magic swooped in to save the day. His magic came out of his hand without a wand, blasting the iron bars open, freeing the Golden Trio and bursting the lights of the dungeon.

Bellatrix's wand flew away from her hand and so did Lucius's. He caught it and threw them to the trio, before picking up his own, grabbing (Y/N) and apparating to the first place he could think of – The Shrieking Shack. He saw that she was unconscious. She carried her bridal style all the way through Hogsmeade, towards Hogwarts. People stared at him throughout the way, but he didn't care. He walked as quickly as he could, because the only thing he cared about was saving her.

Draco was in a daze all the while – explaining the situation to the matron, the headmaster, Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape ; the golden trio rushing in, out of breath, apologizing to them for all his faults and his bullying, his hateful attitude; them forgiving him after seeing the way his own family treated him but saying that it would take them sometime to accept him for who he really was.

Finally, (Y/N) decided to open her eyes. Seeing her best friends and boyfriend having a civil conversation, she thought she was having a dream. But the memories of the past hours came back to her and she sat up suddenly, her body feeling like it was set on fire.

"But why did they take us to make you get the mark?" Harry inquired, stupidly.

"Er.." Draco uncertainly glanced at (Y/N), thinking if it would be appropriate for him to tell them without her, only to see her awake.

He immediately rushed to her, and hugged her gently, like she was a glass flower who'd break at the smallest level of pressure.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"It's okay!" She told him, cupping his face and gently peppering kisses all over his face, finally landing on his lips, locking it with her own. As they pulled away from the kiss, they could see the totally gobsmacked faces of Harry and Ron, and a slightly shocked yet satisfied look on Hermione's.

"Uh....guys.....I have something to tell you."

"I've been doubting this since the Christmas break of the last year!" Hermione whispered.

"Guys....We really love each other! You've seen him only as a pureblooded Slytherin bully but I've seen the other side of him. The one that has emotions and insecurities, fears and desires, just like a normal person. And I fell in love with that side of him. But you are important to me as well. I would be happy if you accept us!"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Um...We started being civil to each other from the time he was scratched by Buckbeak. You know I love helping around in the infirmary and I helped him. Then we met in the Astronomy tower, quite coincidentially but then started meeting each other. We got into a relationship by the beginning of the last year."

"Are we that bad friends, that you've been lying to us for years?"

"No! The problem was you guys were amazing friends and I felt guilty about loving someone who you considered your enemy! But I couldn't help it. We can't control who we fall for, can we? You guys are very important to me and I didn't want to lose you. I love you too much to lose you!" She said, and she could feel tears leaving her eyes. Draco interwined his fingers with hers and squeezed it. The trio didn't miss his movement. They sighed.

"We understand that he does care for you, or the deatheaters would have never used you to threaten him."

"But one thing Malfoy! You hurt her and we kill you!"

(Y/N) beamed and Draco smiled.

"I would never even dream of it! I love her too much to hurt her!" He said, looking into her eyes. Their gaze locked and they smiled.

There was a war approaching, those were dark times, but they were there for each other. He had her and she had him. And to them, that was enough!

(A/N: Hope everyone liked it! Requests ae still open and you can request me in the comment section or PM me!

Until the next update

- Mischief Managed!)

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➸ CHAPTER 8 | " AFIRE LOVE "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 3.8k

warning: very mild swearing; brief arguments

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @gyeraniee @fluffi @stxrryemxlys @jungwon-luv-bot @lost-lepord-beanie @hyunsunge

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a/n: this has been the longest chapter in the series so far and i'm loving it. grateful for taylor swift's songs that helped me through this chapter also,, please listen to exile as it ideally expresses the ruination between jungwon and y/n (and also an addition to the burning feels,, ㅋㅋ)

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Daniel paid a visit to the Royal Garden to fetch his brother, Jungwon, a few Catalpa flowers that were freshly scattered on the royal lawn. In hopes that his brother could still mend the book’s soul by giving a home to the fallen blossoms, Daniel obliged to help when he saw Jungwon’s crestfallen state the moment he got home from Kielder Forest the other day.

The tall, plump gent hums a tune, oblivious enough to the presence of the pair that were roaming around the garden prior to his arrival. He peeks through the side as he noted the familiar voice, gently tiptoeing through the crisp, dried leaves and twigs sprawled along the ground. He soon realizes it was the marquess and the young miss, sharing careful whispers that made him eager enough to eavesdrop.

He could hear everything but dare not open his eyes. Daniel knew he must keep still while he waited for the perfect opportunity to run back to their manor, bearing the newfound knowledge he grasped.

If it was Sunoo, he wouldn't have second thoughts. Though Daniel's ordeal prevented him the first time, he soon remembered how menacing Sunghoon was and grew concerned for the young miss’ innocence, all the while hiding among the shrubs for a determined snoop.

“So long as Jungwon keeps his emotions repressed, this ruse shall continue on.”

Daniel’s eyes widened in horror upon hearing the young miss’ affirmation to Sunghoon’s statement.

Without wasting any more of his time, he cautiously bore the silence until he reached the Park’s manor to apprise Niki of such mischief.

“Niki! Niki! Niki”

“What?!”

“Y/n’s made a deal with the devil himself.”

START OF YANG JUNGWON's POV

I sat and observed you reading with your head bowed. The world was quiet and peaceful that night, and your small hand was wrapped around my finger. Your touch brought forth an omnipresent coolness, sending electric tingles throughout my body. My longing for you fitted perfectly in the palm of your freezing hand. We quietly sat there, your head on my shoulder, in a perpetual moment of tender affection; beautiful and serene. The silence was wonderful, and it was utterly a whole different level of ecstasy.

We were ten, and you were starting to doze off.

I was awake and I watched you breathing with your eyes closed and parted lips. You held my Austen book closer to your chest where it can feel your thumping heartbeat. Your newly untied braids were all over your face. Wavy locks everywhere. I gently stroke them away from your cheeks that were of rosy hue due to the chilly night’s air. And because you were dreaming, your little eyelids fluttered. I noticed that. So I tucked you inside our self-made fort, and positioned us in front of your favorite night light— the moon. I sat and observed you, taking note of everything you did and did not do.

Do you recall how we were sitting by the lake that morning? It was the first time I draped my arm around your shoulders. The golden sun reflected on your tinted cheeks just perfectly, gradually seeing them come to a blush. I don’t know if it was a color of a burn from the summer heat, or just simply out of shyness from the flirtatious gesture and dialogues we had shared over time.

That was something I'll never forget. And because it's all I've ever known, I prepared myself for the anticipated goodbye. You caught me off guard, "I'll never depart from you," you said.

We were ten, and I was foolish enough to take those brief moments for granted.

Three years flew by right before our very eyes and the parting of ways came upon us. You begged me not to leave because If I do, you’d curse me for the rest of our lives. But what am I to do? It was university, it was my future… our future, if not dubiously relevant. I may have only been thirteen at the time, but I was certain of you.

But I didn’t listen. I never did.

I left.

And it was then that I realized, my future wasn’t there. It was sitting among the grassy lawn, reading poesies and verses to each other under the incandescent glow of the sunny daze. It was sharing silly whispers and passing secret notes of flatteries, tucking Catalpa flowers behind your ears, or making a beautiful crown out of it for the beautiful princess that’s been hopelessly sitting right under my nose this whole time.

I said, “I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.” But you did ask me. And I was never ready, so I watched you go. Selfish as I was then, I knew you’d come back to me.

So there I was, sitting in my new room in the dormitory in a big city. I remember I couldn’t sleep the first night. All I did was toss and turn; sheets were shuffling on and on for hours. Like a typical little boy who was taken away from his family. Homesickness as they call it. But I guess mine was sickness for an undeclared love left hanging like our sheer fort on the hopeless branch of the Catalpa tree.

It was colder than I thought it would be. I kept recalling myself leaving. You gave me a yearning look, your gaze bore into my eyes, I swore I heard my heart break into little shards. But the deafening echoes couldn’t be compared to the shattering of yours, and all I ever gave you was goodbye.

I bet you were still up sitting on your chair by the window overlooking the majestic moon, wondering about me. So I tried the hardest to tuck myself in and face the window where your favorite night light was. I kept whispering empty wishes. I wished that I could run back to you.

Many days I thought of writing you letters. It took everything in me not to, as a string was tugging me back, telling me that the little notes I tucked in between the pages of the Austen book that I lent you could suffice for my five-year-long absence. The said string being the educational pressures that were gradually sucking the memories I had left of us.

I hope you know that every time that I didn’t, I almost did.

You embodied many, different ways of every emotion that crept through me. Though I knew it was going to hurt me, I went ahead and did it anyway.

Five years flew by so fast. Or maybe just for me. I finally graduated from university together with your brothers and mine. So much has happened while I was there that I almost didn’t notice the changes in me. There were several fooleries that the boys and I went through just to have a taste of the uncivilized life we weren't raised to have. There was this time I even helped your brother, Niki, with a gruesome fight against some kid who was foretold to be the next duke of our country. Those may be silly times to ponder now, but the damage it did to us and mostly to Niki was inexpressible.

I was eighteen, and the last memories I had of us were from we were ten. Maybe I tried to forget that day badly. That day where I stood and watched you hide behind the trees from afar, keeping those tears to yourself without me anywhere near you to wipe them all away like I always do.

I vowed to not hold myself back and not be held by the agonizing memories of a thousand yesterdays. I never realized how much it still pains you even upon my return.

Both our families held a welcoming back dinner at your place. There we were, after five long years of separation and silence, traipsing down the halls that we once ran through, forcing laughter and faking smiles just so we won’t ruin the genuine delights in our dear mothers’ eyes.

I was only eighteen, I didn’t know much but I knew I missed you. I’d tell you but I don’t know how. I do, however, know where it all went wrong. I just couldn't find the courage in me to approach and ask you for an apology.

Where was I? Where was the boy who’d throw a mantle over your braided locks, pretending to be the wizard to your witch?

Do you still remember? The notes I shamelessly tucked between the Austen book I lent you just to get my silly feelings across? Do you still have these little memories of us collected inside your imaginary heart-shaped locket?

I left many notes there, and though you possibly forgot most of them, they still hung around me, and I could vividly recall them like it was yesterday. From the flirtatious dialogues and striking remarks to the underlined phrases I wholly dedicated to you, the following parchments started to become like an entire page of paper with my inconsistent handwriting.

I vented out my daily adventures and mundane activities into those stained parchments that I stole from my late father’s study. Until suddenly, all the letters were about you. It collected all my immature yet genuine emotions. It was always about you, seldom me, and hardly ever us.

For the many years that I’ve hurt you, left you hanging, and witnessed our promises get constantly broken, I could only hope for better days waiting ahead for us. If not to me, at least to you. You deserve more than I could even offer. You always have, and I'm afraid I may not be a potential candidate to meet you halfway.

A year has passed and we’re now about to be offered for marriage. Not to each other though. There we were, standing in a crowded room under the bedazzling chandeliers and along with the tunes from the people eliciting them.

I felt my hands trembling in fear that eventful night. We exchanged brief and stolen glances and I was desperate to know, was the yearning killing you too?

I saw you nervously pulling your dress in an attempt to look busy, while I was doing my best to avoid you. I’ve never heard silence quite this loud.

Jay gave me the chance to redeem myself. You had no idea how much I desired to secure you in a long and firm embrace the moment you walked closer to me in that library. But you said those words. Yes! Those words were made up of aching memories that lingered around my soul for a while, but I dared not to give any of my attention to.

My deepest apologies for leaving you behind, again.

I dropped your hand while dancing and left you standing there in an awfully eerie room in such a woeful state. I let you slip beyond my reach, and I fear I can't give you any reasons in the aftermath. I was nowhere to be found then, and I hate the crowds, you know that. But I wanted to return to you after I'd composed myself in the powder room, though it utterly shattered me the moment I ran back to the hall.

I saw you dance with him. With the boy who was now a man. The man who was chosen by Niki’s old flame. The old flame that caused the gruesome fight between the two boys several years back. And the man who’s now trying to take you away from my reach; the unreachable string I couldn’t ever pull passionately close to me.

I heard my heart smash to smithereens. I was hopelessly wishing in the back of my mind that you wished it was me. You wished it was me you’re holding firmly in those little, flimsy fingers, lovingly waltzing you to your wildest dreams.

While I just stood there, under the dimly lit corner of the court, dreadfully gazing upon the sight that gave the entire ton heart-shaped eyes and promising prophecies.

My dearest, Y/n. For dearest you will always be. I want you to know that I’d wilfully live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time.

Because I held my pride like I should've held you.

END OF YANG JUNGWON's POV

The hot topic immediately spread among the Yang and Park siblings the following morning, excluding Y/n’s awareness of such matters. The boys were determined enough to keep their knowledge unsuspected to the mischievous pair. Although Jay and Niki were aggravated by the news, they saw it best to confront their sister in a more fortunate time.

On the contrary, Jungwon is enraged enough to retreat from their manor to give the young miss an impulsive lecture. He sets off with his horse, speedily galloping to the heart of the Kielder Forest.

“Y/n! I know you're here! You and I need to talk!” Jungwon aimlessly calls out as he takes quick steps to where her fort was situated, “Y/n!”

“What?!” The lass crawls out of her sheer fortress, looking utterly pissed with the boy’s sudden commotion.

“Have you lost your wits?!”

“I have no idea what you're talking about, Jung.”

“You made a ruse with Sung- god, Y/n! What were you thinking?!” Jungwon runs his fingers through his ebony locks with definite frustration plastered all over his face, making Y/n flinch from his sudden whine.

“How did you-”

“How I discovered such a ridiculous act isn't of concern right now. Goodness, Y/n, I expected more from you!”

“Well, you should've expected less then!” She fiercely retorts.

“For god’s sake! You don't even know that man!”

“More like I know you? I couldn't even recognize you anymore!”

“That man has set his record with your brother-”

“Do not put Niki into this so as to protect your dying ego.”

“Then what’s all this? What's in it for him, huh? What did you offer Sunghoon that got your mind twisted?”

“A piece of my fucking mind because you were too dumb to even care! And don't you dare speak of him like you're mighty enough to reproach the man whose only desire was to help me!”

“Tell that to your brothers who feel shamefully betrayed right now by your reckless behavior!”

Jungwon heaves a sigh the moment Y/n goes quiet. The atmosphere suddenly went numbingly silent for a while. What with all the nonstop outbursts they both threw at each other, they forgot to stop and catch their breaths in the maddening heat of the moment.

Y/n breaks the deafening silence with light sniffles and soft sobs, tilting her head away from Jungwon’s sight. He witnesses her tears again for the first time in a very long while. It pains him to see her like this, but what shatters his soul, even more, is that he's the reason why her tears keep falling… and he couldn't take a step closer to wipe them away knowing they hadn’t resolved their previous fight.

So he stands there, mere inches away from her, hands so close yet so far, fists clenched tightly to stifle the urge to touch her, until Y/n feels a sudden rush of electricity through her entire body; Jungwon pulled her into a comforting embrace, making her snurfle into the warmth of his chest.

“Forgive me, I… I’m just very disappointed. For the longest time I’ve known you, not once did it ever occur to me that you would go this far to get my attention. I’m just worried for you.” With a hand holding onto her waist tightly, and the other, resting on her nape, Jungwon softly whispers against her ear while stroking her hair gently until her breathing calms down.

Y/n couldn't help but gradually crawl her arms around his slim waist, crumpling a handful of his jabot shirt from the back in desperation to suppress further sobs from embarrassing her. All of her raging thoughts suddenly came to a halt the moment their bodies connected with each other.

It was as if she's meant to be in this moment with him, to bathe in his comfort, to be in this dreamy embrace. It would be a lie for Jungwon to say he didn't want this. He was, after all, anticipating for such a moment to hug her like now. It's quite unfortunate that it had to be under such circumstances.

“Why does my involvement with Sunghoon bother you so much? Is it only because of Niki?” Y/n looks up to Jungwon, making the two merely inches apart from brushing their noses. Jungwon knew that he'd get lost in her compelling eyes, so he stared down at her parted, pinched lips-- though he wished he didn't at that moment, but he was too late. He finds himself running his tongue across his lips, all the while parting it as he tries to think of any far-fetched reasons to answer her question.

He lifts his thumb and grazes it over her flushed cheeks. Her tear-filled eyes still glisten as Jungwon leans closer, making Y/n shut them in an instant. Although she’s quite in a chagrin in their current position, Jungwon finds her unshakable figure as a sign that she's relaxed in his presence, making him feel less deterred from keeping her in his arms a little longer.

The chap plants soft kisses on her closed eyes that made Y/n inhale sharply. The fleeting, feather-like touches on her eyelids were more than enough for the lass to bathe herself in such momentary bliss. The moment she flutters her eyes open, her gaze meets his as he rests his forehead on hers.

“I hate seeing you cry. These beautiful eyes aren't meant for such miseries.” He whispers to which his breaths fan against her exhales.

“You always make me cry.” Jungwon softly chuckles at her slightly pouting lips, simultaneously thinking how lovely would it feel to have his lips locked on hers.

“Jay would genuinely torture me if he sees us right now.” Jungwon scrunches his nose as he playfully bumps it with hers.

“What would he do if he found us out? Let me go then.” She teases. Her hands find their way from his waist, to his nape, while playing with the little mullet he outgrew since the summer.

“I could never.”

Y/n sighs. His words had two meanings and fortunately, she's smart enough to know what he really meant. To answer her previous question, he wanted to tell her how much he loves her-- but his tongue is tied, and he can only let out gentle breaths and husky whispers. He couldn't find any words that would perfectly encompass his brimming emotions to her.

So he fails himself again with a shrug of his thoughts.

“Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“All these silly banters and stolen, longing stares. Could you be happy here with me?”

“The past few weeks have been nothing but emotional for me, Jung. You shut me out, then you take me back. You anger me lots yet in one swift move, you knock the wind out of my lungs. I’d be lying if I told you I’m not on top of the world sharing this moment with you right now. Because I am. I am happy. I don't think I would be if not with you.”

Then let’s run away right now. Let’s leave everything behind and run away together. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. That was what he wanted to say. But he gulps down all other thoughts and lets out the opposite.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.” He says.

The trip home was merely nothing but laughter and barbs as Jungwon shares embarrassing stories of her brothers while they were in university; trying their very best to ignore the desperate elephant in the room.

With hands constantly brushing against each other as they take their every step, Jungwon was downright close to seizing her hand completely and interlocking it with his.

“To be fair, this has been the only thing that's made the past agonizing weeks bearable.” He concludes the uplifting momentum as they walk closer to her humble abode.

“I'm ready to try again if you are?” Y/n mutters under her breath, but Jungwon clearly caught every single word. He slowly pulls away from the almost closed gap between them, looking at the ground like he always does when he's conflicted.

“What is it, Jung? Have I said something wrong?”

Jungwon shrugs his head in disapproval, though he wishes she hadn't said those words.

“I… I’m sorry. It's just…”

Jungwon thought there should've been a time and place, but this wasn't it. He doesn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability right now especially when Jay's trusted him enough to not fuck things up. With Sunghoon in the way and Niki's emotions in turmoil, he couldn't bear inserting himself in the middle of chaos, insinuating confusions any further when he could've been a better friend to Y/n rather than putting her feelings in silence.

Y/n was expecting this. Every time she and Jungwon would share a rather momentous moment, he’d chicken out and ghost her for however long he desired until he felt the need to pop back into her life again and tug at her heartstrings.

She stares at Jungwon's figure almost disappearing into the wild night. He ran away with deafening thoughts, while she stood there with a crushed heart… again.

With sadness, she realizes they need some time apart.

It's been a long, dragging week for the ton. Tranquil for some, as not many revelations from the Daily Tattle have been uncovered as of late.

The Park siblings have yet to talk about the matter of Y/n being a quisling to Sunghoon's endeavors. As of the moment, the young marquess continues on with his dilly-dallying courtship with the young miss, obliviously promenading her with genuine intentions this time around.

Jungwon and Y/n had only been apart for a week and already, he had a new lover hanging off his arm.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, Jungwon was having troubles with his thoughts and feelings as he saw her, yet again, traipsing around the park with an arm comfortably hanging onto Sunghoon.

With Y/n, he'd had some wonderfully stable times. But seeing how her smiles go from cheek to cheek and echoing laughter with the marquess’ presence makes her genuinely happy, Jungwon thought it’d be best if he stops himself from holding her back and enjoy her liberty without the past binding her like a prisoner of what could’ve been.

Sunghoon looks at her the same way he does. It churns his insides just thinking about it.

Yet he fears this might have to be his time to back away.

That week-long separation seemed to last forever for Jungwon as he finally concludes that he is no longer deserving of her hand anymore. Now that it's apparent that it’s about to be promised to another.

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[Hello! Name's Sora!, I go by any pronouns so anything is fine!, romantic and Dr Clef sorry for the errors]

Hello, my love,

It's been a while, hasn't it? Huh. It's been three months since I saw you, and I miss you already. I also hope you're taking care of yourself, eating on time and drinking adequate water like I asked you to! I don't need you fainting on me now, do I?

I'd never think you'd have to go on a mission this long but here we are. Dr Tjme and Agent Icarus are sitting right next to me as I write this letter. Nosey little shits, aren't they?

Ah, I'm never going to hear the end of this from them, am I? What am I going to do with them?

They said they wanted to "monitor me to make sure that I don't write anything suspicious".Whatever the hell that means, I'll admit I'm not good at writing letters, and I'm sorry for that, so bear with me, okay? But for now, as much as I'd hate to admit it, I miss you... a lot. You make me fall deeper in love with you than I already know, and I hate you for it. Because you really do make the small moments special in your own chaotic, dramatic, silly way, and I love that about you! I know life isn't going to be full of heart-throbbing thrills and non-stop adventure, but when it slows down, I know that at the end of the day I can sit with you, laugh with you in these bruised and burned hands, and still feel like I'm going a million miles a second.

It makes me wonder how exactly you have so wrapped around your finger and not even know it. It really makes me wonder how. Like how? Is this you? me? Because I seriously don't know.

Because, It's you, isn't it? It's you that makes my heart flutter every time you're around, isn't it? It's you that makes me so flushed without knowing it! It's you that makes my heart want to explode when you're near and/or with me! It's you that makes an ungodly amount of coffee in the morning! It's you that always has a mischievous glint in their eyes when you're plotting something!.. It's you that's always strumming your ukulele while you have an ever so rare but beautiful, carefree genuine smile across your features when alone behind closed doors when you think no ones watching. Don't worry I see you👀. It's always been you, my dear.

Always,

Sora Evergreen.

Ps: God I know I sound like a lovesick teen writing this, don't I? Do me a favour and please bury this or burn this somewhere because I know it's weird or maybe embarrassing and I'm sorry for that!

Ps: For Elsie,

Don't forget to eat something and drink some water today! And don't forget about your P O S T U R E. Okay? I know that you've been working hard but make sure from time to time to take a break even if it's a tiny one! Alright? I hope you have a wonderful day today! I love you bye.<3

[Disclaimer: Letters To Those you Hold Dear is a special event I'm holding from December 9th - whenever I feel like closing it! The absolute deadline is December 21st. Find guidelines here so you can send a letter or two to those you hold dear <3]

Hey baby,

It's really good to hear from you. It's been three months too long; I'm starting to really, really hate my time without you. Thanks for the reminders, Quill pesters me about it on behalf of you every now and then, but no one can get me to actually do that but you!

You'd think that I'd be able to get out of absolutely no where [REDDACTED] given my position but I guess when the foundation gods tell me to jump, it's my job to ask "how high?" Fish out of water, huh? Tell Icarus I said hello and that I hope they're well. They always were one of my favorites alongside you. And tell Tjme how much I still hate her, with a smidge of some vague emotion resembling care :]

Shit, Quill is over my shoulder now as I write this. She's laughing, but she knows. Chasing her out of a room is hard. But uh, yeah I'm no good at letters either, you know that. We both suck at it, huh? It's worth it just to talk to you though. I miss you, a lot. Weird to put that into writing but you're one of my favorite people to see and amongst the best to annoy <3. Though, gotta admit, had no idea I had that effect on you! Of course I did, you have the same on me. Sora, you're on top of everything you do. You surprise me every day with how you see the world and interact with it. You're smart and funny, you never fail to make me see something good in the people and things that exist around me and no one can do that but you. I hate to get sentimental, but you mean the world to me.

Every sentiment you write, I feel it too. I do a terrible fucking job of actually saying it, but I do. I'm thinking of you always. I can't recall the exact feelings that ran through me when I first saw you but I know they were strong. It was like a hurricane and deathly silence, falling sand and drowning all at once. It was good, and it was strong. You insert yourself into my life, refused to leave and I'm so happy I can call you mine. You are, you're mine as much as I am yours. Can't wait to see you again and get up to some mischief with you.

Yours,

C.

P.S. That makes two of us. I'll keep it somewhere safe ;)

Hi love bug,

Thank you for the reminders. They're always appreciated. My posture is,,,, eh rn. Honestly, I feel as if my work has been lacking recently lmfao. When the letters event closes, I'll be accepting requests for everything but creepypasta and MH which is,,, yeah it's. Have a fantastic day. <3

Lots of love,

Elsie

[aio-rya]

"Iris" — Malleus x f!Reader

「Requested by: Anon」

『This is the Iris version I used for this songifc, I felt it was perfect』

ー・Φ・ー

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

Once again, his path brought him to the human child's dorm. It looked so different by daylight, the view of the old building was not that bad but night in that place had another meaning: his encounters with his little mortal. He was unbelievable about his thoughts, flying around her, as if he could smell her sweet perfume and feeling the tip of her fingers grabbing his coat. A little laugh scaped through his lips as he turned around, taking his leave —unexpectedly, he spotted someone sleeping under a tree near the path that led to main street.

As he walked by, he realised it was his little human friend. She was so peaceful and quiet while sleeping, her pale eyelids and her pink lips made her look so innocent, like a porcelain doll. Avoiding any kind of noise, he sat down next to her, under the fresh shadow of the tree. He remained there the whole afternoon, watching over her sleep and even humming a lullaby he remembered Lilia used to sing for Silver.

Malleus was fighting with the impulse of caressing her soft skin, startled when she, still sleeping, moved her head near to his legs. Babbling quietly on her sleep.

"Tsuno-chan..."

As the sun was setting on the horizon, on the opposite side to where he and his beloved girl were facing, she woke up —even then, sleepy, she was beautiful.

"You look like an angel" he whispered, putting his book down on his legs while she sat down.

"How long have you been here?" she asked with drowsy voice, yawning.

He chuckled, "long enough to take care of you."

"Then, you are my guardian angel" she answered, getting nearer.

"I am no angel. I have lived in a cold, enormous and empty castle for centuries. But having a friend, loving someone like you... That is the nearest thing I have to heaven" he muttered, as if he was afraid of those words.

She smiled and his heart beat increased.

"Should we get inside?" she asked, standing up as he pulled her arm. Her tiny body landed over Malleus' legs.

"I'd rather stay here with you" he said, lifting her ching with a finger. "Do you feel it? The cold shiver running down your spine?"

She remained quiet as he started getting near, mixing their breathing. Is he going to...

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered almost against her lips.

She stared at his beautiful green dragon eyes, then at his lips, lightly blushed.

"You."

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later, it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

They saw stars shining in the distance as night covered the sky, cold wind caressed their skin as moonlight witnessed their long unspoken love. Life was so different before, without him, and for the great prince, it was too without her. Everything he knew was loneliness as he only had Lilia by his side, for eternity, while the human lifes passed by in the blink of an eye. He never really cared about them, the sons of men, since there were millions and almost everyone of them were similar.

But she. She was an exception. He was condemned to the hell of a life that would last eons, such as Lilia, he will live as the people he loved died —and now, he was afraid of losing her, the young lady who laid down on his chest, the one who never feared him, the so daring and brave human he was holding between his arms.

"What is it, Tsunotaro?" she whispered, tightening her hold over his waist.

"You will never learn, won't you?" he laughed, kissing her forehead. "What should it be?" he answered, trying to keep the mysterious atmosphere.

"You hold your breath when you're worried" she stated, burying her nose on the collar of his shirt.

"How would you know that?" he asked, giggling. Oh, how happy she was, since no one but her coulg listen to him like that. So... Tender.

"I was told by a little bird~" she crooned, lifting her head.

"A silver one, pheraphs~?" he followed her tone, mischievously.

"Pheraphs not" she laughed, laying over him, looking straight into his beautiful emerald eyes, "What is worrying you, my king?"

My king, he taught. You only called him like that when you were serious.

"Human life is... Ephemeral. It has and end, sooner or later. That's why you live every moment with such intensity, so you can leave this life without regrets" Malleus started explaining, caressing her plum lips with his cold finger, "You treasure every important memory, every true love's kiss, every reward earned after taking a risk... And yet, we the faes live long enough to remember our humans with love and pain."

"Is... Is this some kind of... Farewell?" the young one asked, with some tears stuck on her throat.

"It is not. If fact... I want to do as you" he smiled, holding the back of her head, getting near to her face, "I want to engrave this moment with fire on my heart. Your smell, the smoothness of your skin, the taste of your lips..." his voice was deeper, not sad but nostalgic, his lips dangerously close to hers, "Breathing the same atmosphere as you."

He leaned forward to catch her between his lips, cold but sweet, tender but needy, fragile as strong. She was breathless, speechless —it was a feeling none of them had experienced ever before.

"I want to remember this night, so I won't ever miss you again. I want to remember every inch of you forever."

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

"If that is what makes her happy, I'm willing to sacrifice my own happiness" he stated with powerful but polite voice, staring blankly at the letter on the table aside him.

"You have surely grown up, Malleus" certain ancient fae answered with a gleam of proud on his voice, leaning forward, putting his hands over the prince's shoulders. "But you will not be happy with her choise, you can lie her. But you can't lie yourself."

"I--"

"I know. Life is not as fairytales, you may feel you are near your 'happily ever after', but fate is unpredictable" Lilia spoke before his ward could, trying to understand how he must have been feeling about losing her, his beloved human child.

"I'm fine" Malleus stated once again. "I can't allow myself to break down, it is not proper of the Heir of the Valley of Thorns". He was lying to himself and he was clearly aware of that, not even his guardian, who knew him as the hilt of his very own sword, could be fooled by his unconcerned visage.

"Malleus... If you need to release those feelings, I--"

"It's fine, Lilia. I'll be fine. There's no need for crying nor overthinking the situation" he stood up from the chair at the Diasomnia's dinning room and made his way toward the door. "I'll take my leave. I need to prepare a farewell gift for the Child of Men. That is proper from a Prince."

I never mentioned crying, my dear. The short fae thought with a sigh , taking the letter between his fingers while walking towards the main door of the castle.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

"What is this?" she asked, taking the black velvety box Malleus handled out to her.

"A gift. A farewell gift" he said bitterly, also tenderly as the eyes of her human watered.

"F-fare...wel..." she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. "So it is true? Are you willing to sacrifice your own happiness for letting me go, then? I... I can't. An eternity thinking about this moment, heavier than our memories together..."

"We have to fulfil our own duties. And you have a world waiting for you" he insisted, taking a few steps back.

"I have a world waiting for me, but it is not in the other side of the mirror. It is here, with you" her voice was shaking.

"You are a human. Your life is as fragile as a leaf... It is made to break, you are made to die."

"That's how life works."

He suddenly felt her hands trying to reach his face, tip toeing because of the height difference. She lifted a black hair strand from his forehead, revealing his birth marks and caressing them with her thumb; he was astonished.

"You truly are a fearless human" he said, recovering from the initial shock. Leaning forward for her to touch his whole skin.

"I don't have to fear you" her eyes were now closed, as he made possible to touch each other forehead, "I know you. I've walked with you... Even in my dreams."

Her arms surrounded Malleus as she held him tightly, burying her nose on his neck.

"Even if the world doesn't see what I do, I will still love you. And if you ask me, I will stay. I don't care if they never understand, I don't mean they do--"

She was silenced by a sudden kiss. Something she never expected to be so rough yet too careful.

"And this is my gift to you: I will always love you..."

"Until my last breath."

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It has been a while since my last songifc. So... It's up to you guys, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

[iisuya-simps]

A Kings Coronation (Royal au – Otoya x Reader)

A/N: I've been trying to write this since his birthday celebration card came out

Klab please let me marry this man ~ I will give him my s o u l

God, I wish this were me...

Enjoy~

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The day of Otoya's 18th birthday. Today he would be crowned king and take over the kingdom. You woke up early and rode all morning from your country to see him. A few hours later you woke to the sun shining in your eyes, seeing how you slept most of the way.

It was crowded when you got there. Guards lined up at every corner. People came far and wide to witness the crowning of a new king. You had to push through the crowd to even get close to the main balcony when a hand touched your shoulder.

“There you are! I finally found you!” You feel someone's arms wrap around your waist. It was him. “Otoya!” You turn and give him a hug, he squeezes you back. “Thanks for coming.”

“How could I miss my best friend's 18th birthday/coronation??” “Haha, this place is totally packed, huh? Just getting over here to you was crazy.” “They're all here for you.” You give a warm smile.

“Congratulations, King Otoya Ittoki.” You curtsy. “Gosh... Hearing you say it all formal like is kinda embarrassing.” He scratches his head. “Well, I'll answer as the birthday king should.” Otoya puts his hands on his hips puffing out his chest. “You have my thanks, dear Y/N.” Then bows. “Maybe that wasn't so regal...” you both laugh.

“Well, today is about to kick into high gear so stick close to me, ok?” “I promise I won't leave your side.”

“Still, I'd find you even if you vanished into thin air. We'll have lots more time to talk if we stick together, plus everyone can know about us right?”

“Know about us?”

“Let's go!” You follow close behind him but find it challenging with all of the people. You hesitate to grab his hand but he takes yours first. You look up and see his bright smile and wink as he guides you through the crowds of people till he sneaks you inside.

“Hey, there's something I'd like to show you.” “Oh?” “Close your eyes.” “Otoya...” You whine. “Come on it's a surprise!”

“Fine.” You close your eyes and he takes your hand guiding you slowly down the hall.

“Don't peek, ok?” “I wouldn't dream of it.” You go down a few halls then Otoya puts his hands over your eyes. “It's just up ahead, so put your trust in me. Keep walking straight.”

Continuing down the corridor you approach some steps and a large door. “There's a small staircase so watch your step.”

“Shouldn't I be the one surprising you?” “Maybe. But it's not often we see each other. Just a few more steps and we're here!” He takes his hands away from your face. “Open your eyes!” Revealed to you is a grand balcony with a gorgeous view of the land. “Ta da!”

“Wow, Otoya!” “Are you surprised?” “This is amazing! I've never been here before.” “This is the prettiest spot in the whole castle, so I had to show you! There's even an awesome view of the ocean!”

You can see every corner of the courtyard. You walk up to the railing and lean forward taking in the sights, Otoya joins you from behind.

“Beautiful isn't it? Wonderful weather, and a beautiful princess.” You giggle. “And a charming prince, soon to be king.”

You both heard a commotion from below. “Uhh, it looks like everyone is looking for me. They won't check here right?” He scratches the back of his head. “Maybe we should go back.” “Nah, it'll only be a few minutes, no harm done. Besides look!” Otoya shuffles in a bag behind his back.

“I brought us some cake for us to eat together!” You cross your arms. “Otoya isn't that for the reception?” “Well yeah but I want to eat it with you now... And it's my birthday so anything goes!” You shake your head and laugh. “Alright then, let's dig in.” “Yay!”

He places the plate on the table to the left of the balcony. “After you, princess.” He pulls out a chair. “How kind of you your majesty.” Grabbing two forks from his bag he sits across from you unwrapping the cake. “Waah, this looks sooo good. Itadakimasu!” You both took a bite savouring the vanilla cake and fluffy buttercream frosting.

“Mmm, I knew it.” “Knew what?” “That this cake is way tastier being here with you than at the party.” “Uh-huh.” “What? You don't feel the same way?” He pouts. “Everything's better with you, Otoya.” “Really? I think so too... With you I mean!” You both gobble down the rest of your cake not saying a word but simply enjoying each other's company.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Shall we go?” “You have cake on your face silly. You'll look like a fool if you go out like that.” “Hmm? Where is it?” He licks around his lips. “No on your cheek, here.” You laugh stepping closer to wipe the icing with your thumb from his cheek. Sticking it in your mouth you then clapping your hands together.

“That's better.” “T-thanks...” He blushes but quickly recovers. “Well, the party's just getting started.” You place your hands on his shoulders. “Let's make this the best day ever!”

You and Otoya go back down to greet the people outside in the crowd. Staying closely by his side he never let you out of his sight. “Otoya there you are! I swear you have no sense of time. The ceremony is about to begin!” The queen crosses her arms. “Already?” “Yes, now let's go.” “But Y/N...” “I'll be fine.” You smile. He takes both of your hands in his. “I'll come to find you after, ok?” “Alright, now go get your crown.” You wink.

The crowning ceremony was lovely. Otoya took the coronation oath and made a speech. Afterwards, everyone gathered in the main ballroom then the celebration really began. You were wandering around near the edge of the ballroom when you felt a hand pull you around the corner.

“Hey.” “Oh hi.” You smile and fix your eyes on his crown. “So what's next, king?” “Hehe, come with me.” You spend the rest of the day greeting more people, enjoying the food at the banquet and listening to the royal orchestra. When nightfall came Otoya leads you away from the dwindling crowds to his bedroom to retire for the night.

“Wow, that was a blast.” You jump on his bed and sink into the duvet. “We hung out all day huh?” “Yup seems like it.” “Time flies when I'm with you. Oh! And did you hear the band? They were all like bweeh daa daa doooo.” Otoya mimics a violin shaking his head around.

“Ah! My crown is gonna fall!” He juggles it between his hands leaning over and catching it before it hits you. “Gotcha. Whoa!” The carpet slipping from under him he fell on top of you anyway. “S-sorry y/n!” There was a moment you stared into each other's eyes. You blushed a bright red then laughed.

“Cmon... no laughing. I just let my guard down a bit...” he pouts. “You're just a clutz, Otoya.” You scoot off to the other side of the bed. “Am not! I always act like a king should...” “Uh huh. So what does it feel like to be a king anyway?” He places his hand on his chin and ponders.

“It's not much different than being a prince yet I don't think. Though I guess a big responsibility falls on my shoulders now that I am a king. I have a whole kingdom to look out for after all. And you.” “I can look after myself.” “But you don't have to.” Otoya twiddles his thumbs together.

“Anyway... Today is special! After all, you're here with me.” He raises a brow. “Hey, why are you so far away? Didn't you promise not to leave my side? Come sit by me. You're making me lonely...” He pouts again. “Promise you won't fall on me again?” “Not on purpose.” “Haha.” You move closer and the both of you talk about the day's events. Though the whole time, you couldn't help feel butterflies dance in your stomach.

“I had a great time today, Y/N.” “Me too.” “Everything was so wild during the day, but now all I hear is you.” His hand caressing your cheek. You gaze, getting lost in his eyes. “Those lips hold the voice I cherish most.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. Leaning forward his lips meet yours as they come together in a sweet kiss. You stay like that for a moment, then part. You turn away embarrassed. “Wait what's wrong? Don't turn away.” He giggles. “You left yourself open for that.” You laugh too.

“Look at me.” He turns your head and your eyes meet once more. “I'm sorry I guess I just wasn't expecting that...” He places both hands on the side of your face slowly pulling you into another kiss. “Were you expecting that?” “Hehe.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. You melt into each other drawing out each kiss for as long as you could. “I don't know, were you expecting that?” You both laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

“Oh, Y/N...” He sighs. “I just want you all to myself.” “So selfish, your majesty.” “Hey, a king's orders are absolute you know. That being said, I order you to stay and talk all night to me.” “I guess I cant disobey direct orders.” “Hehe, no you can't.” You lay back and chat in his arms, steadily getting more sleepy you yawn.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” “I did arrange to stay for a few days.” “Really? He beams then suddenly gets nervous. “W-what is it?” You ask, both looking serious and sit up.

“Y/N, would you stay longer if I asked you to marry me?” Your eyes widened. “O-Otoya I-”

“I know it's sudden, I just can't wait. I want you to be mine.” “Are you sure? There are plenty of other princesses that are dying for your hand in marriage.” “Well of course there are other princesses, but you're the only one I have my eyes on. You're too special not to be my beloved.”

“Otoya...” A happy tear slides down your cheek but he wipes it away and holds your hands. “Hows about I ask you again tomorrow? More formally.” “Okay.”

You're unable to hold back the grin from your face. Marry Otoya? Being his friend is one thing but this is a dream come true.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You get up and grab your purse shuffling around. “Close your eyes Otoya.” “Ok ok... You take the little box from your purse and open it to place a small wooden triangle in his hand. “You can open your eyes now.” He looks down at his hand to see a small triangular pick. “A pick?” He studies it. “For your guitar!”

“Wha-” reaching under the bed you pull out a brand new redwood guitar. “Wow! For me?! Are you sure?!” “Of course! Otoya takes the guitar running his fingers over the frets and strings. “Happy birthday Otoya.” He sets the guitar down by the nightstand beside him. “Thank you Y/N!” He tackles you to the bed holding you tight.

You spend the rest of the night giddily talking about your goals, dreams and aspirations for the future. Eventually falling asleep next to each other.

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In the morning you wake to a blushing Otoya combing his hand through your hair and your eyes flutter awake.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Otoya presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You yawn. “Did you sleep well?” “That was the best sleep I've had in a while.” Otoya beams. “Good, are you hungry? Would you like breakfast? I could have the cook bring us something.” “That sounds lovely.”

“I'll be right back!” Otoya rushes off to the kitchen and has a special breakfast made. He returns with the cook serving both of you a buffet.

“Otoya!! We cant eat all this!?!” "That's ok, there's plenty of variety so just pick what you want!” You share a large breakfast together in bed. Otoya insists on feeding you dessert, but after the feast you just had you couldn't possibly take another bite.

After a quick rest, Otoya leads you on a stroll through the garden. It's early spring and the flowers are just starting to bloom. You're walking along when you pull Otoya to a stop.

“Hibiscus!” You wander over to the colorful display of red, yellow, white and pink flowers. “Hibiscus is my favorite flower.” You hold back your hair and take in the sweet almost fruity fragrance. “Y/N.” Otoyas hand takes yours.

“We've known each other since we were kids. As the years have gone by I've realized how special you are to me as a friend and something more. I promise to love and protect you as I will my kingdom. With you by my side, I feel as if I can do anything. I will give you each and every one of these flowers and more.” Otoya kneels down in front of you.

“My heart belongs to you and only you.” You gasp as he opens the velvet box to reveal a dazzling yet subtle ring. “Say you'll be mine, forever and always.”

“Otoya...” You tear up once more. “Yes, of course I'll be yours!” He stood and took the ring out of the box placing it on your finger. You leap to hug him almost knocking him over in the process. This was better than you could ever imagine.

"Otoya, I love you." Your heart pounds as you pull back to look him in the eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N." You share a very heartfelt passionate kiss.

Otoya plucks a flower from one of the branches and tucks it in your hair.

“There, for my beautiful bride to be.” You plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and walk hand in hand back to the castle where you greet the queen.

You feel quite foolish when you realize that it was your parent's plan all along to get you two together, but it worked out so naturally you didn't care. You were getting married to the guy of your dreams, and that was a miracle within itself.

Your wedding was celebrated with your family and civilians from far and wide.

But with Otoya by your side, this truly was a dream come true.

[toutallyahoe]

Reasons Being A Human Being ~ Jim Moriarty (Sherlock)

Requested By Gifted To: CN, my darling, my sun and star, my heart, my lifeline <3

A/N: my gift for a special darling in my life who wanted a fluffy one shot for this psychopath uwu <3

also... HAPPY AU BECAUSE THE OBSESSION SERIES OF JIM BEING HIS NORMAL PSYCHOPATHIC SELF IS MAKING [NAME] DEPRESSED THERE AND WE NEED THAT BOI TO CUT SOME SLACK

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Jim Moriarty was not a very empathetic or even a humane human being. In fact, many could say that Jim Moriarty was a monster in disguise of a human being.

Jim was a manipulative, cunning and untrustworthy person you will ever met. He had blood on his hands, both metaphorically and literally, in such a young age. He had after all killed his old bully in his early teens which was rather very... terrifying for him to do but it shows how he was someone not to mess with.

Jim was a vile person. In fact, he can be a devil.

You can see that Jim Moriarty isn't really... a very sane man. In fact, Sherlock Holmes can attest to that statement. The consulting detective had to deal with Jim Moriarty's boredom and schemes for months now.

But Jim has a bit of humanity left inside him which if someone would hear would scoff of that thought. But he does. And someone can attest to that.

And that very someone was [Name] [Last name], the lovable lover of the said psychopath.

[Name] [Last name] was Jim Moriarty's dear lover. A very loyal and caring man who was ignorant at Jim's true colours at first. In fact, he didn't even knew Jim Moriarty existed as he was dating Jim Moore.

But after almost two years of them dating and being together, Jim had told him who he really was. Maybe it was the guilt, maybe he just really wanted mutual trust with his [Hair color] haired lover. But either way, he had told who he really was.

That day changed Jim Moriarty's life. The once illusion of Jim Moore was broken and Jim Moriarty shined.

[Name] was really shocked and heartbroken at first but after some time, he had accepted that Jim Moore was Jim Moriarty. And they still stayed together.

Each day the two are together, [Name] would always noticed how his dear Jim was more humane than what others can say. And the [Hair color] haired man documented it.

Reasons on Jim Moriarty being a human being (by [Name] [Last name] & (was forced to co-write) Sebastian Moran):

He can feel jealousy

"[Name]? [Name] [Last name]?" A soft voice had called out to the [Hair color] haired man who looked up from his phone to the voice who called him. A surprised looked plastered on his face as he saw who it was that called him.

"Belle...?" [Name] can said as the said female nodded her head. A squeal left her red lips.

"It is you!" Belle had said as she happily approached the [Hair color] haired man who had put his phone on the table and stood up from his seat as he wrapped his arms around the female when she was near.

"Oh, how I missed you love!" Belle had said as she hugged [Name] aswell. A chuckle leaving [Name]'s lips. The two parted as they both looked at each other up and down.

"It's been so long!" Belle had commented as she smiled. [Name] nodding his head as a grin on his lips. "Been what? Years?" She said.

"I think its been two years," the [Hair color] haired had said. Belle looked surprise for a moment as she then teasingly grinned.

"And you kept track?" She laughed. "Still the sappy [Name] I know," she teased as [Name] rolled his eyes and scoffed but he then laughed and shake his head.

"Like you're one to talk miss Belle amor," he said as the blond female giggled. Belle jokingly punches [Name]'s shoulders as the man laughed.

"Awe, still [Name] I knew," she said as [Name] sent a smile to her. "So, what are you doing here? Still sulking babe?" Belle had tease as [Name] rolled his eyes and offered her to sit on the table he was occupying awhile ago.

"When have I ever sulk, Belle?" [Name] had ask as he sat on his chair again as the blonde female sat opposite to him. The [Hair color] haired man saw Belle's mouth open to retort when he sent her a playful glare. "That wasn't a question," he has grunted as the female laughed at him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she laughed as [Name] sighed.

"But really, what are you doing here? Didn't expect to see you again... especially in this place like this," Belle stated as [Name] sent a quick look to his watch on his wrist as he sighed.

"Just waiting," he vaguely said as the female rosed a brow at his answer. Plopping her arms on the surface of the table as she leaned over. A smirk on her red lips.

"Oh?" She sent [Name] a mischievous look which made the man rolled his eyes but chuckled. "Mr. [Last name] in a date? Oo, goodie!" Belle teased.

"Well, yes," the [Hair color] haired man had agreed as Belle for a moment sent him a surprised look but back to her teasing smile.

"Who's the lucky girl? Do I know her?" Belle had asked, there was a hint of distaste in her tone but the [Hair color] haired man didn't seemed to notice as she heard him laugh. The female saw [Name] rubbed the back of his neck as he sent her a shy grin.

"Well, funny thing is... I'm not really..." [Name] trailed off as he looked at behind the female. His face lit up when he saw someone coming in the coffee shop.

"Ah, Jim!" [Name] had called as he rosed up from his seat and raised a hand to wave while the said man he had called pulled down his sunglasses and smiled at him. Returning the other's wave as he strutted with confidence that Belle immediately noticed. The blonde female raised a brow when she saw the new man, Jim, hugged [Name] tightly when he neared as she heard him said the man's name.

"Hello there darling, did you wait long?" Jim had asked as [Name] shake his head. A soft smile on the [Hair color] haired man's lips as they parted from the hug.

"Kinda... but Belle accompanied me," with the mention of a female, Jim had frowned for a second as he looked at where [Name] had gestured. There sat a blond female on looked at him with a raised brow but sent him a smile.

"Oh? You must be the famous Belle Darnley, yes?" Jim had asked as he offered his hand for Belle to take and shake. The female did with a bit of hesitation that didn't escaped Jim's calculating eyes disguise as false cheerfulness. "Pleasure to meet you," he had said.

"Um, pleasures all mine mister..." Belle trailed off as Jim took his hand away with a laugh.

"Jim. Just call me Jim," Jim had said. A smile on his face but it didn't reached his face as [Name] smiled and put his hand on Jim's shoulder.

"How about you sit Jim, while I'll order, yes?" [Name] had suggested as the dark haired man turned to give him a small grin.

"Of course, the usual alright darling?" Jim had stated as he patted the [Hair color] haired man's cheek, initiating the man to chuckle and hold his hand for a moment until he turned to look at Belle who had been silently watching the two interact.

"What about you Belle? What do you want, its on me," [Name] happily said as he let go of Jim's hand as the blonde female blinked for a second as he sent [Name] a smile. "Or is it that you're still with your diet thing?" [Name] teased as she sent him a pout.

"I am perfectly fine on ordering for myself thank you very much," Belle had pouted as she then grinned. "But if you're being generous... cup of oolong tea and a slice of blood orange tart babe," she had said. Jim narrowed his eyes with the last word of her order. [Name] nodded his head as he turned and walked towards the register of the café.

Both Jim and Belle had watched him as he walked away and when the two saw him getting in line, they looked away. Belle tapping her red manicured nails on the surface of the table as Jim seemed to picked up [Name]'s forgotten phone on the table and began to tap on it. Belle assume he was opening the phone and doing whatever he was doing there.

The blonde female frowned a bit as she did not know the two's relationship. She noticed that [Name] and Jim seemed to be close. Very close with how Jim seemed to interact with [Name] and even be let to use the [Hair color] haired man's phone. Well, technically left his phone on the tabletop and Jim just decided to use it. It still doesn't stop Belle to assume something much more with the two's relationship. Like, they are more than friends.

"So... uh... Jim," Belle started as the said man didn't seem to pay mind to her as he continued to tap and swipe on the phone. His disinterest made her frown a bit. "What is you're relationship with [Name]?" Belle had asked as Jim seemed to pause for a second then typed again on the phone.

Sighing, the female wanted to pester the other more when Jim looked up and Belle was surprised to see him have large grin plastered on his lips.

"And why are you asking dear?" The dark haired man asked as he put down the phone and plopped his elbows on the table. His hands holding each other as his chin rested on his hand. That grin still not leaving his lips and it honeslty made Belle shiver. There was something not right with the man in front of her. He screamed danger for some odd reason but the blonde female disgarded the warning signs her mind is screaming to her as she narrowed her eyes and frowned at him.

"Because I want to know," Belle had stated. Her bold asnwer made the dark haired man chuckle. A gentle smile on Jim's lips as his eyes soften, making Belle be surprised for a moment with his expression.

"Well, you see dear..." Jim trailed off as he closed his eyes. The smile still plastered on his face. "He is mine," he stated.

Belle felt herself freeze when Jim opened his eyes. The dark haired man is glaring at her rather darkly. Those eyes held a calculating look that made the female feel fear. Who was this man?!?

"Please do not try to establish a your relationship back with him, okay dear?" His tone was sickly sweet that made Belle shiver. It was fake. So fake. "Or else..." The blonde female gulped as she felt her voice was somehow gone. There was a lump on her throat and she cant speak up. She wanted too as no one should speak to her that way. She was, after all, Belle Beatrice Darnley.

"Because you can't spell diet without die in it," Jim had purred and it made the female dreaded his words. Was he threatening her?

And as if he was listening to her thoughts, Jim chuckle and shake his head as he put his hands down on the table. "Oh, no dear... I am promising."

The glare he was sending her made Belle want to just run away from him. It was terrifying. Those dark eyes looked so dead and also scary. That creepy grin on his face also added to the female's horror.

"Sorry for the wait you two! The line was awfully long today," [Name] had laughed as he placed the tray where his and the two's order is on. Belle was rather happy for [Name]'s presence as he had sat down as Jim had scooted a bit for him to sit. [Name]'s disturbance made Jim's murderous look away from Belle as he turned to the [Hair color] haired man and softly smiled.

"Thank you darling," Jim had said as be took his own order. A cup of black tea and apple pie as [Name] took his aswell which was an earl grey tea and a slice of oreo cheesecake.

[Name] seemed to notice Belle not touching her order off the tray. Tilting his head and he sent the female a confused look. "Belle, you alright?" [Name] asked as the blonde female hesitantly nodded her head. Forcing a smile on her lips as she briefly sent Jim a look, only to see the dark haired man giving her a glate and mouthing something that made the blonde female terrified beyond imagine.

"Y-yes! Why won't I be?" Belle nervously laughed as she took her order off the tray and shakily drank her tea as [Name] sent her an unimpressived look that means he did not believe her but he just nodded his head and let the subject down. Instead, the [Hair color] haired man turned his attention to Jim who was he had caught trying to take a piece of his cheesecake.

"Jim! Mind you're own food!" [Name] whine as the dark haired chuckled as he successfully took a piece of the cheesecake and ate it quickly. Sending [Name] a grin as he innocently shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't knwo what you're talking about darling," Jim weakly defended himself as [Name] whine again about how he should mind his own food. The two plafully banter as Belle who had silently watched the scene bit her bottom lip.

She was scare-- no, she was terrified. What Jim mouthed to her was:

"Speak no evil or you'll die with the devil," as he had his thumb ran crossed his neck like he was slitting it. An obvious threat to keep her mouth shut or she'll die.

He loves kisses

[Name] was smiling softly as he lovingly watch the dark haired man reading a book beside him. The two were sitting in a cousy couch of the livingroom of their shared home. The television was on as [Name] watching a movie before he looked and admiring the man beside him. His arms pulling Jim closer to him as the dark haired paused his reading to look at [Name] with a raised brow.

"What?" Jim asked. The dark haired man only saw [Name] still having that smile on his lips. "You alright, darling?" He asked.

[Name] nodded his head as he placed a soft kiss on Jim's forehead. The dark haired man couldn't help but smile at his actions as he leaned more close to the other and place a kiss on the other's lips.

The kiss was soft and sweet. A bit innocent which was rather ironic as one of the two was very dangerous and was anything but innocent, yet the kiss they convey was simple and innocent. Full of love to the other.

"I love you," [Name] had said as they parted from the kiss. The other man merely chuckle as he decided to give a quick kiss again to the other.

"Love you too, darling," Jim had purred as he softly sighed and placed his head on the other's shoulder. Feeling [Name]'s arms pull him closer as Jim read again on his books.

He loves hugs

"Darling?" Jim called as he opened the door to his shared home with the [Hair color] haired man. Closing the door as he went inside, Jim took off his black coat and placed it on the coat rack. There was a scent in the air that made Jim hum in content.

"I'm home," he sang as looked around and tried to find the other man.

"I'm in the kitchen dear!" He heard [Name] had shouted as the dark haired went to where he was. As Jim arrived, he stopped at the doorway of the kitchen and leaned to the side as he crossed his arms onto his chest. An amused smile on his lips as his eyes watched [Name]'s figure who was cooking. Explaining the aroma that the dark haired man had smelled when he opened the front door seconds ago.

[Name]'s back was turned to face Jim's as he was cooking something really nice. He was barefooted which Jim immediately noticed as he also wore a grey shirt and sweatpants as he cooked.

"My, you cooking for me? I have such a lovely househusband," Jim had teased as he heard the [Hair color] haired man chuckle and turned his head and sent Jim a grin.

"Of course, just for you dear," [Name] pipe as he flip the bacon he was cooking. Jim giggled as he decided to walk towards the other man. Immediately wrapping his arms around the [Hair color] haired man's body when he had neared. Placing his head in [Name]'s back as the latter hummed.

"Missed me that much, dear?" [Name] had chuckled as Jim let out a hum.

"You have no idea, darling," Jim muttered as the [Hair color] haired softly smile at his words.

The two stayed silent for a minute or so as Jim continued to embrace [Name] while the other continued to cook. Making sure the bacon wont get burnt.

"Bacon for lunch?" Jim had asked when he had peaked at [Name]'s shoulders. The man cooking merely chuckled at his question.

"Why not?" [Name] had said. Taking the bacon off the pan with a spatula and onto the plate that was placed on the counter beside the stove. Turning off the stove then as he slowly faced Jim who loosened his hold on him for him to move.

"Well, I miss you too dear," [Name] had said to Jim's words awhile ago as he wrapped his arms around Jim's body. Tightly hugging the dark haired man as he then placed a soft kiss on Jim's forehead.

"Now, come on," [Name] had said as he unwrapped his arms off Jim's form and was about to turn to grabbed the plate filled with bacon to go to tha table to have some lunch with his lover when Jim still had not let go of him. Instead, the dark haired man hugged him tighter and put his head on [Name]'s chest, listening to the other man's heartbeat.

Jim's actions made [Name] raise a brow as he looked at the dark haired man. "You can let me go now, dear," he had said as Jim did not paid mind to what he said.

"Jim?" [Name] softly called out to the dark haired man as Jim held him tight.

"Can we stay like this for a moment?" [Name] heard Jim muttered as a soft smile formed on the [Hair color] haired man's lips. Wrapping his arms back around Jim's form as he held the man tight.

"Of course, dear," he had softly muttered.

He loves [Name]

"[Name]!" Jim whined as he saw the [Hair color] haired man just innocently smiled at him. The two were outside, walking in St. James' Park. Trying to enjoy the two's day with walking outside for some fresh air. No evil schemes (Jim said it will be tomorrow). No consulting detective to deduce the latest crimes or to figure out who this "live ine pet" that Jim Moriarty have. No other criminals asking for help to the dark haired man.

Just the two spending time with each other's presence in the lovely park.

"Jim!" [Name] imitated Jim's tone as the said man sent him a pout and a soft glare. Causing him to chukle a bit.

"Don't tease darling," Jim had pouted as [Name] laughed and gently placed both his hands on the dark haired man's cheeks and booping his nose on Jim's. Initiating a bunny kiss which made a smile threatening to form on the dark haired man's lips.

"Stop being so cute darling," Jim had softly whine as [Name] laughed and shake his head at Jim's words. Loving looking at the dark haired man in the eyes as he grinned.

"Says the one who is being adorable with pouting," [Name] retorted as Jim rolled his eyes but smiled.

"I love you darling," Jim had said as [Name] smiled at him. Softly kissing Jim's lips as he then muttered his reply.

"I love you too dear," [Name] had said as he wrapped his arms around Jim's while the other did aswell. Jim wrapping his arms on [Name]'s neck as he hugged the other tightly. Fully content with each other's embrace.

[imperial-martian]

Standing Tall {Atticus Finch x Reader}

A/N: so, I hadn’t realized Atticus didn’t go to high school when I was writing this. After I wrote this I passed the part in the book. Mind you, I had watched the movie first. Also, keep in mind, this is my first time ever writing for Atticus. If you want me to write more, than I can turn this account into a multi-fandom blog.

Teen! Atticus x Teen! Reader

Angst/Fluff

(High School AU, Bullying, Third Person Point of View)

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The young h/c haired, e/c eyed girl knew from the moment she woke up that morning that it was going to be an awful day. Mondays were always awful, as well as Tuesday and the rest of the week until finally, the weekend came around.

Golden hues of the sunlights rays shined in through her white curtains, lighting up her bed and allowing for the covers to become warmer than the temperature they had been throughout the night. Knowing that it was time to get up and head off to school, Y/N pushed her covers aside and swung around to sit on the edge of her bed.

She rubbed at her eyelids, blinking a few once she removed her knuckles before she pushed herself up from the bed and made her way towards her wardrobe. Pulling open the uncared wooden drawer, hearing the awful scraping sounds that over time would begin to wear out the wood, she pushed aside some clothes before finding her uniform.

The jumper was a grey, blue, and stripes of gold patterned to look like some sort of checkers board, underneath was a sky blue button-up and black tie, and over the top of both of those was a black sweater vest. Her shoes were an unpolished leather black loafers that slipped over the top of knee-high navy stockings.

Y/N hated the uniform, but she's dealt with it for twelve years, and with two more years left to go for high school it was bearable. She wasn't ready for the morning yet, still managing to brush her teeth, brush her hair and wrap it into a neat ponytail before making her way to the kitchen where she was greeted with her parents.

Her father was reading the newspaper, already dressed in his formal suit. Her mother was in a yellow sundress by the stove, cooking them all breakfast while Zala, the maid, set the table.

"Good morning mother," she greeted with a kiss on her cheek. Then she moved over to her father, kissing him on the cheek as well. "Hello father, a new case today?" she asked, nodding to the briefcase on the floor beside him.

Her father looked up from over the newspaper, his f/e/c eyes gazing over to his daughter before he snapped the newspaper shut and nodded, a small smile resting on his face.

"Indeed, Y/N, unfortunately, I can't bring you to school because of said case. I have to head to the court early," he explained, giving her a sympathetic smile before glancing at his pocket watch. "Which reminds me, I should be heading out now," he said, standing and fixing his blazer before grabbing his case and leaving the papers discarded on the table.

"You do well at school, won't you? Be careful on your walk there," Y/N's father chided before standing after he received a nod

Her father walked towards Y/N before kissing the top of her head and patting her shoulder, then moved towards her mother whom to which he gave a small kiss to before waving goodbye to Zala and taking his leave.

Y/N watched her father leave before turning to Zala to finally say good morning.

"I'm sorry to ask mother, but since father can't bring me to school is it all right if I head out early today?" she asked, already readying her backpack as she spoke.

Her mother turned to look at her from over her shoulder. "That's fine by me dear, but here," she said, grabbing some toast and an apple, "take this with you and eat it on your way there."

Y/N nodded her head, giving her mom a wide, thankful smile before grabbing the apple and toast. "Thank you mother, goodbye, and have a nice day. You too Zala, I'll see you after school."

Zala smiled towards her and nodded, "you behave Miss L/N," she teased before walking her towards the door. "Guess I'll only be setting the table for two this morning," she said, holding the door open for Y/N.

Y/N laughed softly before heading out and waving back to Zala before beginning her dreadful walk to school. It was interesting to see how quickly her mood had changed as soon as the thought of school had entered her head. It was unfortunate, especially since Y/N loved going to school. She loved to learn. However, there were people there that she simply could not push aside. She couldn't stand up for herself. There were too many.

The girl had been unaware of the young, yet still older, boy walking behind her. Atticus Finch, a young, bright man on his third year of high school, was trailing behind Y/N in a sky blue button-up, navy tie, and black dress pants. He wore a black belt that matched his leather shoes which were polished till they were spotless. His dark brown, almost black, hair was parted perfectly and the matching colored eyes were hidden behind circular glasses that rested against the bridge of his nose.

Usually, a book would be resting in his hands that allowed his brown eyes to travel every word, picking apart each sentence with little care as to what or who was around him. However, today was different. Atticus was without a book, his hands even shoved into his pockets, and his brown eyes were scanning his surroundings rather than words on paper.

Atticus has been walking at a decent pace when Y/N had begun to walk in front of him. He had decided to pick it up a little till he caught up to her so that they walked side by side.

"Morning Y/N," Atticus greeted, startling her slightly, not because she didn't know somebody was standing beside her, but because she didn't know it was Atticus standing beside her.

She swallowed, eventually attempting to speak. "Atticus!" she exclaimed. "Good morning," she continued in a much more silent, shallow tone.

Atticus had only turned his head to look at the girl, giving her a soft smile as they walked side by side. Y/N's hands couldn't stop themselves from going up to the straps of her backpack and gripping onto them until her knuckles were white. She was terribly nervous, looking around as if she was looking for somebody.

"Hey Atticus?" she questioned, gaining his attention. "Where is your sister?"

"She has left early to walk with Maudie. She had said something about wanting to study for a test, however, it was clear as day that she was lying," Atticus chuckled, shaking his head a little.

Y/N frowned. "Ah, I see," she mumbled before turning her head to look off towards the houses that aligned the street.

Atticus, although noticing the sudden frown on the girl's face, said nothing, only continuing to silently walk beside her. He did, however, reach out a hand towards her, lightly placing his fingers against her arm in order to console her for whatever negative thought made her so sad.

Y/N's head snapped to the side, glancing down at the soft brush of fingers on her arms before she looked back up to Atticus' chocolate brown eyes. Her h/c eyes were filled with fear, not because she was afraid of Atticus himself, but God forbid Alexandra caught sight of this, her hell of a day at school would be as if she was burning in fire- like a slow and painful death.

Atticus has since removed his hand from her arm, placing it back into his pocket. "I didn't mean any harm by the action. I only wanted to offer some reassurance," the boy explained when he recognized that the girl was still in some deep thought.

Y/N blinked. "Oh no, Atticus, I-" she broke off, frustrated with herself for causing Atticus to think that he had made her uncomfortable. She stopped speaking after that, only because their school had come into view and the fright that she had felt just moments ago covered up the frustration she felt.

The bell went off the minute that they had stepped into the schoolyard, and quickly students began to disperse and head off to different classes.

"Hopefully I'll see you again before the day ends, Y/N. I wish you luck in all your classes," Atticus stated, offering Y/N one last smile before he headed in the direction of his class, just barely hearing the murmured 'you too,' that was returned.

The young girl knew it was best for her to head to class, and yet she was far too hesitant to take a step towards the direction she had to go. It didn't help when she caught the eyes of Maudie and Alexandra from the class windows.

Quickly, she averted her gaze, making her way into the school and walking the halls until she arrived at her class, only to be blocked off by the two girls she had caught the eyes of moments ago.

For a moment, she thought that the girls would shove her back in order for them to intimidate her, but when a hand reached out and grabbed at her collar the poor girl began to shake like a leaf.

"Why don't you tell us what you were doing with Atticus this morning, Y/N?" Alexandra, the one who grabbed at her, questioned while Maudie stood beside her to keep an eye out for the teacher.

Y/N didn't say a word. She never did when she was shoved around and questioned by these two, but this was different. Today she was trapped in Alexandra's grip. When her hand tightened a little, her knuckles digging into the skin of Y/N's neck, she gritted her teeth.

"What were you doing with my brother? I won't ask again you good for nothing twat," Alexandra demanded, her eyes searing with rage.

Y/N closed her eyes. "I wasn't doing anything with him. We walked to school near each other. That's all!" she exclaimed defensively, trying to assure Alexandra that she wasn't trying to do any harm.

"What did he say to you before he walked off to class then?"

"He wished me a good day," Y/N explained.

Just as Alexandra was about to speak again Maudie tapped at her urgently. "Mrs. Wooder is coming!" she warned.

Alexandra let go, taking a step back into the classroom where all the other students were huddled in their own cliques. She smiled, a sinister smile, towards Y/N before moving to take her seat.

Maudie brushed past Y/N, purposefully knocking at the girl in the doorway before taking her own seat. Y/N did the same.

Mrs. Wooder entered the classroom, slamming a heavy book against her desk like always to gain the attention of all the students. "Everybody take your seat," she said in a low, threatening tone. Everyone listened.

The class started soon after.

When lunch and recess finally came, Y/N had already endured her berating of words from Maudie, Alexandra, and their little followers. Each day seemed to be worst than the last, and today was no exception. Actually, it seemed far worse than she had thought it was originally going to be.

Their words were no longer solely aimed towards her, but family and others she cared deeply for, such as Zala. It was disgusting what she was told. It was times like these where the young girl hated herself. It was only ever times like these that she felt that way.

During lunch, Y/N did her best to sit as far away from the little group that constantly berated her. Of course, it wasn't far enough. Somebody realized and urged everybody else to join in and bother her.

Y/N said nothing. She sat there silently, enjoying the packed lunch that her mother had made while insults, threats, and other disgusting words were thrown at her.

It wasn't until she felt a hard kick to her side, one so hard that it must have left her rib bruised, that she finally acknowledged them. After a short coughing fit due to the impact, she stood, instantly getting pushed back into the wall she was leaning against.

For a moment, Y/N did nothing at all. She simply looked up at the girl who had pushed her. Maudie stood there, a grin on her face.

Y/N clenched her teeth and jaw, her hands clenching into first and crinkling the paper bag that was in her hand. She couldn't stop herself when she lurched forward and pushed back at Maudie. She did it with so much force that Maudie fell to the ground.

Y/N didn't pay attention to the damage she had done, just taking advantage of the shock of the group before sprinting inside after tossing the lunch out. She quickly made her way to class, waiting there with a few other students until the bell went off again.

She had no idea what damage she had done to Maudie, nor did she want to. She was already shaking so much in fear, she didn't want to know what would happen when Alexandra came back in. It was clear that she would be taught a lesson and not one by the teacher.

Thankfully, her next class was with none of the girls she feared at the moment, and for once she hoped that this class would end up lasting hours if it meant she could avoid them. Unfortunately, the class did not last long, actually feeling as though time went by faster than usual.

The final bell went off, and as students began to file out, Y/N took her time in packing up. When she could no longer stall anymore, she hesitantly made her way out of the class, looking around. To no one's surprise, Alexandra and the others stood before her.

Without even allowing Y/N to blink, the palm of somebody's hand met her cheek. The sound echoed down the halls.

"You twat," Alexandra spit out at her. "Your little stunt sent Maudie to the nurse. She's got a bruised back 'cause of you."

Alexandra has prepared to slap her again, winding her hand back. Y/N closed her eyes, tensing as she waited for the impact.

"That's enough Alexandra!" a deep voice called out from, what seemed to be like, the end of the hall. "You lay a hand on Y/N and I will have to report you to the head office, as well as mother and father. Blood or not I will not allow you to lay a hand on somebody, especially one that does not deserve it."

Y/N opened her eyes, tilting her head a bit to see that the one who had stopped Alexandra was Atticus. She felt the grip on her drop. Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped back.

Alexandra didn't say a word, shocked that her own brother had caught what she had done.

Atticus stepped forward again, standing in front of Y/N to shield her from the crowd. "I shall see you at home, for now, I'll be walking Y/N back to her house. I expect not a word from anybody. If anyone dares to touch her again, I may not let you all off with a simple warning next time," Atticus explained to everyone before looking at his sister once more. "You and I shall have a word when I get home."

Without another word, or waiting for a response from anybody else, Atticus took hold of Y/N's hand and began to walk out of the school. Y/N could tell that although Atticus was angry, he didn't dare show to what extent. He never let his anger show or take over his actions. He was always true to himself and acted accordingly to the situation presented to him. He was never out of line.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered to him meekly, walking beside him with her head down.

Atticus looked over towards her, taking a moment to access her. He gently grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her so that she faced him. He examined the bright red handprint across her cheek, the small purple bruises on her neck from Alexandra's knuckles, and the hand that Y/N placed over her side.

"I'll have to check you over when we get to your house. Your rib may be damaged worse than we think. I only want to make sure you don't need to visit any doctors," Atticus explained. "I'll explain to your mother what had happened, it's only right that I take the blame for my sister's actions. God knows how long she has been doing this to you," Atticus continued, shaking his head in disappointment.

Y/N felt tears in her eyes due to how grateful she felt. Not once did Atticus ask her why she never told him what was happening, or why she continued to let it happen. He just understood. He could question her all the way to her house with questions, and yet he only focused on his main priorities; tending to her wounds and explaining what's happened to her parents.

The walk was dreadful for Atticus, not because of the silence that filled the air, but because of the noises that did. No matter how quiet you tried to be, he could hear her small winces whenever she took a step that was just a little bit of a stretch.

He wondered what the emotional damage that Y/N had taken on was like, but again, he never asked. He could ask his sister for questions like that.

Once they finally arrived back to Y/N's house, Atticus walked up to the door and knocked on it. He shifted his arm a little, both his backpack and Y/N's- that he took when they first began walking -adjusting so that they wouldn't slide off his shoulder.

The door was opened by Zala who instantly could tell that something wasn't right.

"Mr. Finch?" she questioned, tilting her head.

Atticus offered the best smile he could, which was barely one at all. "Hello Zala, may I ask that you assist Y/N to her room, please? If you could also direct me to the first aid?" Atticus asked gently, trying to be as kind as he could even though he wanted to rush everything.

Zala, although confused, and now worried, nodded. "Of course," she nodded, taking Y/N's hand and walking up the stairs. Atticus entered behind them, wiping off his shoes and placing the backpacks by the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. L/N?" Atticus asked, peeking his head into the kitchen where he spotted Y/N's parents sitting at the table.

Their heads turned to look at the door. Mrs. L/N was the first on her feet, walking towards the young boy. "Atticus, what brings you here?" she asked, giving him a sweet smile.

"That's what I'd like to discuss," he explained, entering farther into the room. He took a deep breath as Y/N's parents shared a glance with one another, concern being the most present feature on their faces. A moment later Atticus began to explain everything.

He had finished doing that after a few minutes, excusing himself so that he could go and tend to Y/N while her parents spoke to one another about the situation, giving the two their space before they would go to speak with their daughter.

Atticus made his way upstairs, knocking on Y/N's door once he arrived. A small, 'enter,' was murmured from the other side of the door. He gently pushed the door in, walking into the room and noticing that Zala was applying a little ointment on Y/N's cheek.

She finished within the next minute and made her way towards the door, giving Atticus a small thanks for being so thoughtful as to make sure Y/N was taken care of and to even explain to her parents what had happened. Atticus only returned the thanks with a smile and nod before walking towards Y/N.

"May I sit beside you?" Atticus asked, doing so when she nodded. He let out a little sigh, turning so that he could look at her. He didn't say another word, simply observing as Y/N looked down at the floor before finally she met his gaze.

"Thank you, again. You didn't need to do this for me," Y/N said sincerely.

Atticus chuckled gently, shaking his head a little. "Of course I did. I couldn't watch somebody be beaten by my own blood, especially not somebody I deeply care for," Atticus replied, giving her a sincere smile.

Y/N struggled to speak for a moment, not able to find the right words. After a few minutes of silence she finally built up the courage to ask, "Atticus, how deeply do you care for me?"

Atticus took a moment to think, leaning his hands against the mattress a little as he thought of an answer to those questions. He'd only been able to come to one conclusion, and it was one that he had known for a while but wouldn't admit to. Not until now.

He couldn't seem to express his care for her in words but decided to resort to actions. Atticus gently took Y/N's face in his hands, being mindful of her cheek. He tilted her head up towards him, allowing his thumb to gently stroke her skin before he closed his eyes and connected their lips in such a soft and tender kiss that would end up leading to many more for years to come.

[harleyliloquin88]

Memories

Memories ( Dean x Reader)

Warning:/sadness/ heartache/ heartbreak/ tension/ depression/ pain

FYI I wrote this while I was watching the notebook lol

Hey guys sorry its been a while since i wrote, took  a year off and needed to get some ideas and was reading others work and it helped me to do better writing and put more of me in writing so , sorry its so long was just really was in the mood. 

Summary: Dean and you broke up many months ago You both decide it was best after everything that went on, but one night changed for the two of you.

Tagged list @deanwanddamons @holylulusworld @marvelfansworld @donnaintx @katymacsupernatural @myinconnelly1 @amanda-teaches​@nikki082489​ @flamencodiva

let me know what you think and reviews and thanks so much​

(Dean pov)

She was my everything. O client ask for a better girl. It was like that one movie she made me watch. Beauty and the beast. That movie was one of her favorites. I didn't understand why she told me it was our love story. Pssshhh me And love stories ha.

I didn't understand what she meant by it but later I knew what she was telling me. The beast was a mean person who was cursed and didn't have many friends or family. Until one day belle showed up and taught him how to live and learn to love again. I could see why she called me the beast. She was my belle. No matter where she was she always call me her beast and I would call her my belle.

Walking to to old bedroom we use to sleep in together. I turn on the light. So empty and quiet her stuff is gone and the room feels cold and lifeless. Sighing to myself I lay down on the bed. Placing my head on the pillow. The sweet smell still lingers on the pillows. That sweet scented lavender honey mixture she loved. Closing my eyes for a few seconds it feels like she still here.

Few hours later I slowly wale up. Sam wasn't home yet so I decided to get dinner ready. As I started getting out of bed I noticed something odd. The book shelf that was near my bed had some kinda of box.

I reached over to the side pulling it towards me. Taking into my hands. I notice it had belong to (y/n). It wasn't just any box it was one of those chinese boxes she tried to get me interested in(fyi my dad has these when I was kind I loved them so much )

Trying for about ten minutes I was about to give up when I slid one more piece and it popped right open. Placing the box down on the bed I remove the two items from the box .

As I remove the items from the box I find a picture and a letter. i Uncrumpled the picture. It was from when me and (y/n) met for the first time. She was so beautiful and she was so perfect, Moving my finger across the picture. My eyes start to well up. Sniffing a little bit, As I put the picture down I find a note. Opening the note.

August 12. 2013

Dear, Dean

I have had to write this note about 100 times, im not even sure how I am gonna give this to you or maybe send it, ummm. Dean there is so much I wanna tell you but I am not sure how the words can come out. Dean I know life hasnt been easy for you and sam. I know you try to play this tough guy but i know deep down your afraid but its okay. Its okay to someone in. I know i know i have my own issues that i have to slove but Hey we are a team.

He laughs a bit. Runnin his finger down the letter. Few droplets start falling on his face. He finishes reading.

'Dean i hope you know that no matter what happends in life or even in choas times you will always be my beast and i will always be your Belle.

I love you dean more then you know.

Love (y/n)

Dean rubs his hand over his face sighs to himself and sets the paper down. Looking one more time at the picture. Something clicks in his head. He grabs his keys and heads out to find you and tell you he needs you.

Driving for a few hours i decided to stop a motel. I called sam letting him know i was okay. He gave me information on (y/n) .i needed to see her .

Putting my key into the lock of my room. Opening up the room had a very errie look to it. Walls painted like a yellow vomit with a few chipped paint. Walking in i set my bag down on the bed.a part of me wanted to just say fuck it and go back home she wouldnt wanna talk to me.. what could i say to her. A millon thoughts running in my head. I decided to just relax and try to call her. Making my way to thw bathroom when my phone lit up.i grab my phone before i could answer it was (y/n) number lighting up. I quickly answered it.

'(Y/n) i said with a hushed whispear

'dean' she says with a quite sleepy voice.

'Umm hi" i can hear the nervous way of her talking.

'Where are you' she ask me.

'Im in georgia just needed sometime and a vacation"

''IS sam with you'

'Nope just me'

I could hear the nervouseness in her voice. My thoughs were running a millon times fast. I could hear the movement of.my heart muscles beatting so fast it was like it was gonna fault out. For a few minutes there was nothing but silence.

'Is everything alright are you okay? Do you need me to come-

"No sam okay everything fine" i say with a bit of a laugh.

"I just needed time to think and gwt my thoughts in order. I say scratching under my chin.

“Hmmm dean Winchester traveling without his brother  wow sounds very serious” you say with a small chuckle .

'I got the letter you wrote me on the first night we met' i say breathing slowly,

I hear a small laugh on the other end.

'Oh that letter yeah i meant to give it to you but i guess i never did. I rewrote that letter like over a thousand times. It was when i wanted to tell you instead of face 

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better 

I close my eyes and listen to her soothing voice

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

a tear drop falls from my eye, Trying my best to stay strong and not given in, I remember that song, I would sing it  to her when she was sad or when she needed a friend. My heart started to beat more and more it, I was scared it was gonna fall out of my body.

And anytime you feel the pain

Hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool

Who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Na-na-na, na, na

Na-na-na, na

“Dean” You say as tears fall down your face, Trying you best not to break down in front of him. you breath in then out,

“Yes baby” I say 

“I miss you” You say trying bot to breakdown and wantng him to come find you and just hold you until you feel whole again.

“what happened between us (y/n)” We use to talk about everything and anything and even when we couldn't  talk we just be there. Dean says breathing softly.

“i think we just stop fighting for each other and just didn't care anymore “ You sit down at the kitchen table,

“i  think everything changed once you went to hell and you became a different person it was like no matter how hard i fought myself to stay with you in the end i just couldn't do it anymore  Breathing and sighing a bit,

I swallow a huge lump in throat.tears falling down my face and brushing them away with my face.

“(y/n) Im so sorry i should have never put you through what i did. i wasn't even thinking of your safety or was thinking about you. Dean says rubbing his neck.

“Dean it wasn't your fault you had so much going on and you had to do what was best for you” 

“MY JOB WAS TO BE THERE FOR YOU KEEP YOU SAFE KEEP YOU OUTTA HARMS WAY .  Dean says crying.

“Dean” You say with a whispear.

“ Never In a million years did i think having this life would make things seem less crazy but the one thing in my life that was normal and happiness was you”

“after we broke up nothing felt right everything just seemed like i was living in a nightmare and i didn't wanna  wake up” Dean says pulling out a tiny small box with gold writing.

“No matter how many bars i went or drinks i had i cloud not stop  thinking about you” A part of me wanted to find you and bring you back here and try again.” but i knew I cloud not  be that guy i once way. 

“Hell changed me in a way i cant explain so many things so many emotion. so much horrible things i cant even put into words princess” Dean says shaking his head and tears falling down  his face.

you can feel the pain in deans voice, you can hear him crying and trying his best to stay so long. You knew he had been struggling and you knew he wasn't the same. A part of you blamed yourself for why you and dean fell apart, Hearing the man you love trying this best not to fall to pieces you cant help but feel your heart ripping into two.

"baby I need to know one thing and please tell me' you can hear the pain and sadness in his voice.

"what dean" you say with a hush of your voice.

"I need to see you. I need to feel you with me. All I wanna do is hold you in my arms just hear the you laugh .

"dean" you know you needed dean touch you needed to see him so bad but you didn't know if you let him back in would you go back to normal or would you try to fix it.

"dean" you sigh closing your eyes and breathing deeply.

"I ___ phone goes dead'(y/n(yn)

Dean throws the phone on the bed

"dean dean" she about to call him back when she looks up to see the one man she fears.

"hello(y/n) we meet again soon everything goes black.

"put her in the car come on boys we have a play date"

What do you guys think I may make a second one not sure. I know this isn't my best but I'll be working more on my writting so bye ;)

[hubbyseby]

"Nothing Without You" series.

1- Rescuing You

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Run-through: you'll be done with high school in exactly three months. Wanted to celebrate early, you're innocently invited to a party in your little town. Dangerously beautiful and attractive, you didn’t know what it was but you knew that something was going to be different. Something happened. And this something will change your life. Forever.

Warnings: violence, language.

A/n : hi everyone! So it’s my first time writing here! I wasn’t that enthusiastic because I was kind of shy and scared that you do not read it, but my dear friend @sinner-as-saint rescued me and encouraged me! I think I should do a series with it. What do you guys think?? I love you guys. Enjoy it!

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You were exhausted with the day you had at school and you were tired of it. You didn’t have much friends, those you had were much more experienced than you though. In so much ways. In each break, you were sitting alone and was eating peacefully your food with your earbuds, listening to music. Alone in your house, you didn’t care too much about eating, all you wanted was your bed and feeling your sheets against your body. You went upstairs and you slowly undressed yourself before entering the shower. The second you put your feet inside it, you felt relieved when you felt the water running on your body. You didn’t take that much time and got out the shower. Sitting on the bed, drying your hair in a distracted way, the vibration of your phone make you come back to reality. Taking the phone, you look at the screen, it was Samantha, one of your few friends:

“Samy!” you said.

“Hey Y/N. How you doin'?” you heard her said.

It was like she wasn’t alone because there was other voices transferred to you on the line.

“I'm good! What’s the matter, Samy?” you asked, feeling a little bit better after the shower because before taking it, the fatigue was imminent.

“I was just wondering if you wanna come out tonight with us? You know, we're going to leave school soon and we… you know… kinda wanna begin to celebrate earlier!” she said while your eyes were closed, listening to her carefully.

You take a look at your clock on the top of your bed, it was almost nine. It wasn’t too late than that.

“So… Where are you guys going?” you asked with precaution.

“It’s just a party, Y/N. C'mon it’s going to be fun!”

You couldn’t answer yet. You felt something about going out tonight. You didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t the first time that you hangout with your crazy friends, but you felt tonight would be different. You didn’t understand but didn’t pay any attention.

“Y/N??” you heard Samantha’s voice, waiting for an answer and you come back to reality.

“Where is that party?” you just asked.

After she just told you, you were thinking if you should go or not. You didn’t want to and you layed down on your bed, your towel covering your body.

“I don’t know, Samy. I think I'll stay home. You should enjoy yourself with the others. I'm so tired!” you said.

“C'mon girl!” Samy cried with a desperate voice, begging you.

“I'm really sorry, I can’t!”

Disappointed, she let go and you hung up the phone. You looked at your screen and let the phone on the bed before standing up. You were still thinking about the call you had a few seconds ago.

“Should I go?” you asked yourself with a little voice while looking at yourself in your large mirror on the wall. You bought a dress a few weeks ago but you hadn’t have the occasion to wear it yet. It was a beautiful red dress, short, and really uncovered. It was a sexy red dress. You bit your bottom lip with a smirk. It would not be this bad to go relax yourself after this hard day. You thought you deserved it. A few moments from your call, you were all dressed up and looked yourself in the mirror.

“Oh…” you breathed while turning around to see your naked back which you thought was exaggerated.

But you didn’t care. All you wanted was to have fun, in a good way though. You could take one or two shots with your friends who were much crazier than you are. You rolled up your eyes trying to remember yourself that you were only comfortable alone but around people, you were so shy. You couldn’t even take a compliment without blushing like a child! But tonight, your shyness didn’t matter. All that matters was to relax and to let go for once. You put your black heels on. You take a last look at your hair which was still wet, wrapped in a high bun, which make your face look more longer. You took your purse and took your phone. You were going to call Samy back to let her know that you were coming after all, but you gave up with a smirk. “I am going to surprise her" you thought while leaving your bedroom, make it downstairs and closed the entrance of your house before going to your car. While turning un the engine, you felt the increase of your heartbeat. You weren’t sure of what is was, but all you know it was going to be a crazy night, a unforgettable one.

You didn’t had to worry about the address because Samy had already told you where the party was during the call, and you knew the place. After parking your car, you took your purse and got out the car, eyes on the little house where the party was. You walked carefully while two men were looking at you with a horny gaze. Your heart skipped a beat. You walked faster as you reached the door of the little house where some loud music came from. As soon as you opened it, there was a bell who took everyone’s attention, and their eyes were at the door. To be more precise, their eyes were on you. You felt your blood running rapidly into your veins, embarrassed. You heard a voice you knew damn well in the crowd:

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, help me welcomed my dear shy friend: Y/N!

You couldn’t help but blush when you saw that everyone was applauding you while you made your way between them to reach your friends. As you walked, they were looking at you with a smile, and some, not. There was this girl, jealous of your beauty. She was in the same class with you, and she hated hearing that you were beautiful. She hated how all the boys in the class were looking at you even though you were shy and thought that you were not that interesting to look at. Her and her friends looked at you badly when you feel a tight grip around your shoulders. It was Samantha!

“What a surprise! I thought you were not coming, you brat!” she said while she was hugging you while you took the hand that Jess was giving you to say hi with a smirk.

“Oh I didn’t want to come over! But you know… I couldn’t resist! I was about to call you but I wanted to make you a surprise!” you said, trying to control your shyness at your dress while there were people still looking at you.

“Damn girl! You’re on fire tonight! It’s the first time that I see you in that kind… of clothes!” Jess said while turning you around to see the whole thing before dragging down your dress because of your arm which was lifted up by your friend in the action to turn around.

“You look so beautiful!” said Samy while smiling at you.

“Thank you girls! I feel so weird!” you said while laughing.

You recognized some people of your school, and they were drinking. Some of them had already left the school, but they were stopping by often to reach their friends. They were drinking and having fun while dancing like crazy while Samy was giving you a little cup filled with alcohol. You think twice because you hated drinking in public, by mesure of precaution. But you were with them, and they would fight for you. They will always have your back. Weirdly, you felt like you had a gaze on you. A gaze that you couldn’t see, but was there. You felt an eye on you. You felt observed. Watched. Mentally undressed. “Maybe it’s the sip that I took already" you thought out loud. Your friends were talking about their boyfriends. You didn’t have one. You thought that you were unattractive.

“Last night I took every inch of him" Jess said while she was getting her lips wet.

“That’s why you were late this morning! Ah I got you! You lied to me!” Samy yelled at her while laughing out loud.

“Y/N, when will you tell us when you had fucked for the last time?” Jess asked, making a shot with her cup.

You weren’t expecting this question. Your eyes widened while taking a sip of your cup.

“I'm sorry?” you asked.

While she was going to answer, the lights of the little house shuts down. And everything was dark. Your heart missed a beat while you were holding on tight to your friend Samantha.

“what the hell is going on here?” you heard a masculine voice yelled before hearing gunshots hitting the walls of the house, and soon, piercing the windows to get inside. Everyone was panicking, and everyone was screaming. They were moving faster, running everywhere just to get out the house. You were shaking and someone hit you, making you both, you and Samy, losing contact. Lost, you were scared. You feel a hand holding you hardly by your elbow and you couldn’t see the face, but by his posture, you realized it was a man. He was near enough to smell his cologne and to feel his sweet hair under your hand who was definitely trying to press him to get away from him, let go and run, but he was stronger.

“STAN!!!” Everyone heard while the door was opened. There were men with guns trying to see only-God's-know.

“What the hell is Stan"? You asked yourself while shaking against the stranger who held you tight against him.

“If you don’t get the fuck off here, we will shoot everyone in this room!”

"Everyone in this room" was the only sentence which was repeating all over your head. You heard the stranger cursing under his breath while taking you with him, taking a direction you didn’t know. It was still dark and you didn't see his face. The fear was bigger than the hope to survive. You wanted to talk but you were sobbing. You were a total mess. All you wanted was to be safe. And this man? What is he going to do to me? You asked yourself. You couldn't say anything, but weakly and sobbing, you talked with the little voice of yours.

“P-Please… don’t… don’t hurt me…” you beg, crying, shaking, scared, feeling that you were going to faint, and thinking of you dead was not reassuring at all.

You felt a large hand drying your tears. And the contact give you goose bumps. You could feel how warm he was, and weirdly you felt good.

“I'm not going to hurt you, doll. I'm getting you out of here. Once outside, don’t look back.” You heard his charming voice said while he was dragging you to a door, opened it and puts you out of the house. There was a light that was weakly shining out there. He didn't show himself. He could see you, but you couldn't see him. You could feel his gaze on you. On your body. Your eyes were wide open and you couldn’t see anything. He held the door which the light hits, and you saw his hand. All his veins and his beautiful nails, freshly done. Not long, normal and clean. He had long fingers. You didn't understand why he was helping you.

“W-Why are you doing this? And my friends? They… They are inside” you asked.

“They will be okay, they will be out as well. Don’t worry, doll. Go. Now". He said while he was closing the door on your face while you took off your heels to run faster. You looked around and you were in the back of the house. The parking wasn’t that far and you looked at your purse to take your phone when you felt nothing. Not believing yet, you were still searching when you realized that you lost it inside.

“Damn it!” you said, scared while taking the keys of your car. You didn’t know how were your friends but you remembered the man's words, that they will be okay and out of here. Weirdly you trusted him. A perfect stranger. You get on your car and turned on the engine to press the gas pedal without any warnings. All you wanted was to get out of here and go home. Your only preoccupation was your friends. Your thoughts were wide, couldn’t focus on one, just a urgent question crossed your shaking lips:

“What the hell just happened?”