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deanscherrypie420 · 9 months ago

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Demons Blood - Part Four

A/N: I literally screamed when I lost the draft - however,,, I think I made it better so 🌚 I hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long for this part <3 I recommend reading the other parts before this for more background :)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Demons, violence, threatening, blood, arguing, supernatural hunting, alcohol, MOC Dean, secluded woods, angst, (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You were born a demon. You don't know why, but you have demon blood in your veins. You're dad left when you were young, and you've lived with Bobby ever since. The Winchesters have been staying with you for some time now, and everyone you know has hurt you. Now, you only have Castiel to confide in. How long can these relationships stay broken?

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Y/N was up earlier than usual, a new routine she had started to avoid the brothers. Unfortunately for her, Sam had caught on and began going on his morning runs around the time she woke up. When he returned, she was normally up and making coffee.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked as he made his way inside the house. He peeled off his jacket and rested it over a chair. "Fine." She replied, pulling a mug from the cabinet.

He smiled. "That's good, can I have a cup?" He added after a few minutes. "Yeah, make one." She stated bluntly, grabbing her cup from the machine and retreating back to her bedroom. "Y/N-" He started, but she was already gone.

When she entered her room, she noticed Castiel already arrived, spinning in a chair that accompanied her desk. "Hey, Angel." She greeted, an irritated expression going along with it. "Hi. Did I do something to upset you?" He questioned as he stopped spinning, his feet dragging against her carpet.

"No, Sam did. He acts like we're still friends, even after everything he's done." She complained, setting her mug down and sitting on her bed. Castiel scooted the chair closer and frowned. "Why are you so upset with them?"

"Why wouldn't I be upset? They lied to me." She barked at him, and he nodded. He processed her words and thought for a moment. "Would you be upset if they had told you?" He asked finally.

"Yes." Y/N stated, not giving a further explanation. "Why?" The angel prodded, determined to figure out why she was so angry. "Because, Cas!" She snapped, immediate bitterness flooding her tone.

"I have known Dean since I was 6 years old. He lived with me and Bobby for a year. He was repulsed by me. I got pushed off a slide, locked in closets and beaten up by his friends. That's not even the worst of it!" She ran her fingers through her hair, tears now welling in her eyes.

"When I got older and I started hunting, I would run into them occasionally. He has left me tied up alone in old vampire nests! He's abandoned me in the woods and has let monsters torture me on cases!" She hissed, her knuckles turning white from how tightly her fists were balled. "Wanna know why?"

Castiel nodded slowly, an uneasy feeling in his gut. "Because I'm a demon. Because I'm a monster. I didn't choose to be like this, I didn't choose to be born this way! But him? He did. He chose to become something he has harassed me my whole life for. And for what?" She raved, a tense laugh leaving her.

"To kill Abaddon." Cas offered quietly. She shook her head and bit her lip. "That's not good enough." Castiel quickly got up and enclosed her in his arms. He didn't understand a lot of social situations, but he understood this. She was hurt, and needed comfort.

"It's okay. You're okay." He whispered into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "You're good enough." He promised her, and she broke down in his arms.

It wasn't okay.

She wasn't okay.

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She still went on hunts with the brothers, her need to help people just barely stronger than her hatred for the group. They were packing up to go work a case in McGregor, Iowa, an angry spirit sacrificing people on the side of secluded roads.

Castiel was waiting in the car as the three of them got their bags together. "Be safe," Bobby advised, pulling Y/N away from the boys. "Be careful, don't let your emotions overwhelm you." He warned and she nodded. "K. Love you, Da-" She paused, an awkward silence washing over the two.

She still was tense with Bobby, his betrayal cutting deep in her heart. However, she couldn't deny that she still cared, and so did he. "I love you too, Hun." He echoed back, the word she almost said causing a slight tremble in his voice. Dad, he thought to himself.

He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed the side of her head. "Be safe, please." He repeated and she smiled. "I will." She confirmed, and he let go, patting her shoulder.

Shortly after, everyone loaded up into the car and they began their drive. She turned the music in her headphones up to drown out the car ride, but Sam decided now was the time to talk about their feelings.

"So... Y/N, you haven't talked to us much recently." The brother pointed out, earning a quiet laugh from Dean. She pulled out her earbuds and her lips formed into a thin line. "Yeah, I know. I like it that way." She explained and Sam leaned his head into the headrest.

"Yeah, okay, but maybe we don't." He added, and she felt her anger growing. "That's funny. Y'know, I don't like being deceived by my family nor do I like being lied to, and yet you did both!" She exclaimed in a fake cheery voice, sarcasm lacing her words.

Dean quickly chimed in, clearing his throat before he spoke. "Sam, she doesn't have to talk to us if she doesn't want to." He offered a smile to Y/N through the mirror and she scoffed. "No, no, you don't get to side with me. I hate you more than I hate your fucking brother, so do not try and kiss my ass right now."

Sam let out a nervous laugh, "Guys, calm down." Dean turned and looked at his brother, annoyance evident in his features. "Oh shut up, Sammy. You brought this up."

"I didn't think it would turn into an argument-" He tried, but Y/N cut him off. "What did you think was gonna happen? We were gonna talk it out?" She laughed at the idea and continued, "Fuck you both. You guys deserve to rot in hell. Good thing Dean can save you a seat, Sam."

The rest of the car ride was quiet, only the faint sound of rock music in the background. She put her earbuds back in and turned her music back on, sighing quietly.

When they arrived in Iowa, it was nearing six o'clock. Sam decided that it would be best to start hunting now in the nearby woods. "It comes out at night, it's smarter if we start searching for it now." He explained and everyone agreed, not caring enough to argue anyway.

"We should split up to cover more ground. Cas, you're with me. Dean, you're with Y/N." Sam declared, quickly grabbing Cas and leaving, not allowing any complaints.

"Great." Dean muttered and Y/N let out a dry laugh. "What do you have to be upset about? I didn't do shit to you." She questioned as they began walking, the sky above them a darkening blue.

"You like to cause problems. Not someone I wanna be buddied up with." He bickered. She stopped in her tracks, biting her lip hard. It was a new habit she started to hold back her anger. "I cause problems?" She laughed in disbelief at the statement. "You're the one who started this problem." She did air-quotes around the word 'problem', finding his understatement amusing.

Dean turned on his heel to face her, his head tilted down as he raised a brow. "What were we supposed to do? We couldn't tell you-" She clapped her hands and laughed. "You couldn't? Why?"

"Because you act like this." He motioned towards her. His tone was cold and she could tell he was trying to stay in line. She was tired of it. Tired of everyone tip-toeing around her.

"Yeah, I'm upset. I'm upset because you have ruined my life over this! Because I'm - what do you call it? - Half blood?" She shook her head and licked her lips. "You're fucking pathetic, De. Bobby was right about you. You don't need that stupid mark." She said she grabbed his arm, pushing his sleeve down. "You've always been a demon. Through and through."

Dean shoved her back. "Fuck you, sweetheart. You're just mad that I got the choice." He retorted. She snorted and ran her hands through her hair. "I'm mad for many more reasons than that, Winchester." She paused and smiled. "How would your daddy feel about you becomin' a demon? Huh? Not his good little soldier anymore." She taunted, tilting her head to the side.

He snapped, rushing towards her and slamming her against a tree. "You fucking bitch." He spat. She grunted and glared up at him, quickly smashing her head into his. He stumbled back and chuckled. "Oh, you wanna play?"

They had lost track of time, so indulged in hurting each other that they didn't realize Sam and Castiel's return at the other side of the forest. They were shocked when they saw Dean against a tree, face covered in blood, and a knife to his throat.

Both of their eyes were pitch black, teeth bared and bloody. "I should gut you alive." She growled, and Dean was about to say something before Sam yanked her off of him.

"Woah, what the hell happened?" He demanded as the two shouted at each other, rage still coursing through their veins. After a moment of talking, Sam separated them. He went with Dean and Cas went with her.

"What happened?" He asked softly. She was a bit more clear-headed now, her Y/E/C eyes back to normal. The younger Winchester ordered her to hold his jacket to her head to stop a gash from bleeding, and she reluctantly agreed. "I'm fine, Cas. We just had a disagreement. Working out our problems, as Sammy would say."

The angel just shook his head and frowned. "Disagreements don't usually involve knives." He said as he stood up and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Y/N." She didn't know why, but Castiel was really good at this. At comforting her. She swallowed hard and nodded into his chest, tears beginning to fall.

"Thank you, Cas."

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Dean was having a rough day, the mark on his arm begging for violence. He was sitting on the couch, face in his hands as he tried to calm himself down. He exhaled and leaned back into the couch, his leg bouncing up and down at a steady pace.

Bobby went on a road trip with Castiel, leaving Sam, Y/N and him at home alone. Y/N was watching him for a moment by the doorway, watching him struggle. "Writing helps." She advised, making her presence known as she walked over to him.

He sprung up on the couch and scoffed. "With what? I'm fine." He mumbled and she nodded. "You're a demon, Dean." She said, and he laughed. "Jee, thanks for reminding me?" She quickly shook her head and laughed as well, "I mean it helps calm down the bad thoughts. If you write down how you feel, it kind of... simmers down." She explained and now it was his turn to nod.

"You think like that often?" He questioned and she bit her lip. "When I'm upset... so a lot recently." She added and he chuckled. "Yeah, alright." He finished, and then they were silent, both deep in their own thoughts.

After a moment, she got up and went to her room. She grabbed a notebook and returned to him, tossing it down on the coffee table. "Try it. Write everything down and then see how you feel." He smiled and grabbed it, studying the cover. "Thanks."

A few hours went by before Dean came back to her. He knocked on her door and she allowed him in. "You done?" She asked and he dipped his head in agreement. He handed her the notebook and she gave a gentle smile. "Keep it, it's yours now."

Dean bit his lip and shook his head. "I saw some of the things you wrote in there. Thanks for not killing me." He joked and sat down next to her. She cleared her throat and stood up, the familiar tension rising in her gut. "Dean, all I did was help you. We aren't friends." She said quickly, forcing the notebook into his hands as he stood.

"Right." Was all he could muster before walking out the door. She sighed and laid back onto her bed. She bit her lip and thought for a moment. Maybe we could talk it out? She thought, but no. A flood of memories bombarded her brain and her face contorted in fear and disgust.

He's a demon, through and through, she reminded herself.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Sorry it's kind of poorly written... I was very rushed to write it so I will probably edit later <3

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wreakhavic · 1 year ago

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The Most Dangerous Game

Part V

It was late when Marika finished her shift and headed for the barrack. Analysing data all day left her mentally drained.

She collapsed on the futon, letting things she had in her arms - her Zanpakuto, a book she got from Aizen, and her sack - fall beside her. She looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, processing everything that had happened that day.

Marika sighed deeply:

“Let’s consider what I know for now - Momo is in love with Aizen, and she is the Lieutenant. If her feelings are reciprocated, and they are or will soon be in a romantic entanglement, my best chance is to kill Momo in suitable circumstances and be on her good side until then. As for how to find out what their situation is - it’s best to find out from Aizen himself, since Momo is not reliable in reading other people, especially if she has emotional involvement with them. Based on his reactions towards me until now, I’m confident that getting into his bed is an easy task, even if Momo is his girlfriend. And I’m sure that when that happens, he wouldn’t tell her a word either way - because he is most certainly aware of how strong her feelings towards him are and that hurting her like that would be the death of her. What I have to make sure is that he feels positive I wouldn’t tell Momo. Men are so easy…”

Marika fumbled her hand around the futon for the book Aizen gave her earlier that day. In the corner of the first page, there was his signature.

“This is interesting. There wasn’t his signature on any of the other books he lent me before, and Momo had never seen this one. This book seems to hold particular significance for him, prompting him to share it with me. I must handle this situation carefully as it could be a gesture of genuine connection, or perhaps he is subtly laying a trap for me. A trap that I will not be the one to fall into.”

She waited until all the chatter died down in the hallways of the barrack, and got up enthusiastic again about reading “A Walk through the Garden”. It was dark in the room, so Marika sat on the floor by the window, using the moonlight to read.

Her room was ordinary - small, with a futon, a bookshelf, a table, and a wardrobe cabinet. The bathroom and the kitchen were shared among tenants of one barrack, typically up to 10 officers. Only captains had their private bathrooms. Marika had an inkwell and a quill, a lamp, a washi notebook, a scented candle, and the tea set on her table. She usually used fire kido to warm up the water she brought from the kitchen in the morning for the tea throughout the day.

During the night, Marika read the book from cover to cover. She used it as a thought experiment in getting to know Aizen. She would read a paragraph and then try to think of how he would interpret it. She used her notebook to copy some more interesting paragraphs and thoughts from the novel and planned to ask Aizen about them, and then compare his answers to what she had thought his thoughts would be.

“Should I wait a day or two before I go to him regarding this matter? Or would it be more intriguing to him that I read it so quickly…? Hmm… - Marika put away her notebook and quill, put on her night robe, and lay on the futon. It was almost dawn, she heard the birds beginning to sing. Instead of falling into a slumber, she was half-conscious, but that allowed her body to rest a bit. Soon she will be up with all the other officers, going about their day as usual.

Marika decided she would go to Aizen first thing in the morning as she prepared for the day in her room. With “A Walk through the Garden” in her hand, she headed to the Captain’s office. She was still in the atrium when she saw Aizen leaving his chambers and going down the stairs.

“This isn’t ideal, but I will make it work” - she thought to herself - “It would be much nicer if we sat at his office, drank tea, and chatted” - as she waved at him.

Aizen had seen Marika waving, waved back, and approached her with a nod.

- Good morning, Captain! Do you have a moment?

- Good morning, Marika-kun. Why, of course.

- I was heading to your office, to return “A Walk in the Garden” to you…

- Yes, - he nodded - if you want, you can give it to me now or you can come back later.

Marika felt a little disappointed that he did not in any way react to her bringing the book in early.

“It’s very weird… Did I make a bad prediction? Or is there something off with the Captain?��

- I can come in later to give it to you. You’re headed somewhere so I don’t want to burden you… I liked this book quite a lot, but I’m curious why you told me that I should not read it on a sunny spring day before my shift?

Aizen looked confused for a moment.

- Oh… It’s because… A pretty girl like you probably has much more interesting things to do on such a lovely day… like spending time with her peers and alike…

- I see… That makes sense. Thank you, Captain! See you later.

- See you too, Gato-kun - Aizen bowed and Marika bowed back and they each went separate ways.

Marika walked away, sat on the bench in the atrium, and watched Aizen as he went towards the Academy grounds.

“This was a weird encounter. When he saw me there wasn’t the gladness that he unsuccessfully tries to hide, and he reacted in no way to me bringing in the book earlier… What in the world was that answer?! It was unlike him in a particular way - as if someone who didn’t know him very well tried to imitate him…

If I follow him, maybe I will find out something… ”

Marika lost him from her sight for only a few moments, but when she looked the way he was previously heading, there was nobody. She nonchalantly got up and went the same direction, but couldn’t see Aizen in any of the surrounding streets.

“This is odd… “

Aizen entered Central 46 and quietly closed the door behind him. In there were Aizen and Gin, sitting on the rotating chairs before big glowing screens, waiting for him.

They turned in their chairs to face the newcomer. Gin waved.

- Permission to speak, Captain? - said the man at the door.

- Granted - Aizen nodded.

- Nothing through the night, Captain. I did evening duties, went to sleep, no distractions - Lieutenant Hinamori did not come over, nor was there any indication that she would - man stopped and gauged Aizen’s reaction, and then continued when Aizen nodded in agreement - In the morning I drank the tea, Lieutenant Hinamori came to get a permission for today’s timetable, which I gave her. On my way here, I met officer Gato… - Aizen slightly lifted an eyebrow, leading to the man pausing for a moment, and then continuing to talk, his voice unsure of himself - She wanted to return a book. That is not unusual - he said apologetically - isn’t it?

- It’s not. Proceed - said Aizen.

- I told her to come by later, so expect her to do so. And…

- … and? - Aizen sighed with impatience.

She asked why you told her that she should not read that book on a sunny spring day before her shift - man said in one breath - I tried to avoid talking to her, I really did…

- I believe that you did - Aizen turned to Gin - That was not something I told her - he noted - And what did you answer? - he directed the question back at the man.

- I t-told her that it's because a pretty girl like her has much more interesting things to do on a lovely day… That’s the best answer I could give, I swear…

- I know it is - Aizen waved to him to stop talking and turned once again to Gin - She asked if I knew of a book one shouldn't read on a sunny spring day while waiting for their shift to start, to which I gave her the book she intended to return today. That was yesterday. I really didn’t expect her to return it that early. As for the encounter, it seems that she was suspicious of the double and that is why she asked a question in such a way… She wanted to see the reaction.

Gin nodded - She is indeed a clever girl.

- Did you make a plan of action considering her? - Aizen asked him.

- A very short termed one. I met ‘er only officially. I was planning to make a bit of a talk at the party, be friendly and such and create the ground for more personal stuff. Maybe woo her a bit after a few drinks.

- That is a good plan. A party is a good starting point for getting to know someone you know only officially, especially after a few drinks - Aizen took on a professional tone, knowing that giving orders to Gin to gather information on Marika will result in him watching as Gin tries to get closer to her - The order stays - he was now talking to the double - if you encounter Marika try to make the encounter as short as possible, look as if you’re in a hurry. Hopefully she will join us soon.

- When the man sat, Aizen gave him a list of what he was to do that day while standing in for the members of the Central 46. Him and Gin gathered their things and left. As they were leaving, Aizen spoke:

- If she pieces the puzzle before I am able to control her, I will either make her join us or die.

Gin grinned - I’ll be as effective as I can.

Marika did her daily duties, went to the canteen to take her ration with her and settled in a wisteria treetop. She had two books with her - one that she was to return to Aizen and the other to pretend to read while she tried to locate him and see if she could notice anything that could explain his weird behaviour from earlier that day.

While Marika did her chores, Gin and Aizen went their separate ways. They briefly met at the Gotei 13 meeting - a routine one, where they exchanged no words.

Some time passed and Marika was able to tune in and pick up Aizen’s spiritual pressure, so she could feel where he was going. Unfortunately for her efforts he was going about and doing what a Captain would usually do.

“Right after our meeting - when he disappeared, after that - I wasn’t able to pick up his spiritual pressure at all… So right now, I can’t peck out what’s going on - which means - I have to press him about what went off with him today in person.“

She put the content of the book and things she wanted to ask him about in the back of her head. This mystery was by far more exciting.

Marika attributed her need to pry into this case to her rational need to be in control, or at least - not in the dark - about matters concerning her rise to power in the squad 5 and Gotei respectively, but the shiver of excitement went down her spine before this potentially dangerous mystery.

She tried to assess what would be the best moment to approach Captain Aizen. Excitement and anxiety were both the feelings that she felt at the same time.

“Am I prepared? This may turn out to be a dangerous path that I am going down. What is the worst thing that can happen? I may end up dealing with a dangerous and powerful man that wants me dead or exiled. That… doesn’t seem so bad… When I acquire some solid evidence, I should assess the possibility of blackmail - whether or not it could bring me more benefits than harm.

Now, where was I - yes, when should I go to him?”

- Hello, Gato-kun! - Marika snapped out of her thoughts and saw Aizen smiling innocently and waving to her.

Marika did not like the fact that the other person decided when they were going to meet and talk, but the fact that Aizen did this meant to her that she wasn't wrong in her assessment of the situation, meaning there was something to press him about.

- Captain Aizen - Marika noded with neutral expression - I see you made some time for a break in the park as well. Wisteria flowers smell exceptionally good and relaxing.

- Yes. I saw you here and thought maybe you would care to join me for a cup of tea in the picnic pavilion - he gestured with his hand towards the empty pavilion at the centre of the park.

- Marika used flesh steps to appear next to Aizen in matter of fractions of a second.

- I could use pleasant company - she said with a smile as falsely innocent as his.

- Allow me - said Aizen extending his hand towards her and gesturing at her sack with his palm.

Marika gently grasped his upper arm ignoring his gesture towards the sack and hugged it to her chest:

- Very kind of you, Captain - being that close to him, she could feel as his heart skipped a bit when she touched him with her breast. She looked at him under the eyebrow and saw that he blushed. That was exactly the reaction she hoped for. If he is going to choose when and where they are going to talk, he should know that she is still in charge of the situation.

Aizen felt streams of warmth going through his body from the point on his arm where she embraced him - one to his cheeks and the other through his stomach and into his groins.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting sun wash on his face as the thought formed in his head:

“If I put her under Kyoka Suigetsu and changed her perception of time, so an hour passes in a second, and just stood here, like this, for that hour…”

He dismissed the thought as silly. They then walked to the pavilion and settled across each other.

- I am going to bring us hot water - Marika said, as Aizen was taking out a tea set from his bag.

She took a clay pot and filled it up with water at the fountain nearby, returned, put the pot on the table, and then proceeded to boil the water using fire kido.

Marika poured hot water over the leaves Aizen prepared. He filled one cup for her and the other for himself. They drank tea in comfortable silence.

Marika slid the book across the table breaking the silence:

- I was meaning to give this back to you…

- … this morning when we met - he completed the sentence almost as if he was trying to make sure she knew he did know that they met that morning - acknowledging the oddness of their encounter from earlier that day in the process.

- Yes.

- I am eager to hear your thoughts on the book.

- I am full of impressions! The story and the writing style really resonated with me - but first, I have a question for you - she paused to check his reaction, but there was none - Why did you tell me that I should not read this book on a sunny spring day before my shift?

Aizen’s expression changed from kind to cunning as he looked at her with predator-like intensity. Marika felt a bit of fear and that strange excitement from before - that was the Aizen she enjoyed the company of.

- Why do you ask me that again? - he asked slowly, emphasising every word - It’s strange, since you were the one who brought up a sunny spring day before one’s shift in our conversation yesterday.

- I liked your explanation for why you gave me this particular book. It was on point with my experience reading it - Marika looked back at him with the same intensity and some playfulness - Besides, I am not sure if I asked the same person I am asking now.

- Very well. I may not be the same person I was this morning. A walk through the garden can considerably change one - he said nonchalantly.

- Well, I am just glad that you changed back - to the Captain I know. I’m not sure what kind of garden you walked through this morning - she said with a playful smile - maybe you could share it with your subordinates… perhaps at a party!

- I am delighted that you’re entertained, Marika-kun, and also I take that this means that you’ll be showing up at a party? - he said with any trace of tension gone from his voice.

- Yes… I managed to relax a lot from the last time a party for seated officers was held.

- It is understandable that you didn’t feel social after spending your childhood and young adolescence in such a harsh environment. However, I am glad that you’re going, because parties and similar social events are a great place to make acquaintances and get to know better people with whom you live and work. I understand that you have ambitions, and if you use social gatherings wisely, it can help you - his words sounded almost fatherly.

- Thank you for your kind words, Captain Aizen. I am now more convinced than ever that I have chosen the right squad to join - with a Captain who is not only caring, but also intriguing.

Marika delivered her lines sincerely, but Aizen was sure that she wasn’t grateful for his words of encouragement - she saw right through them - but for the game of cat and mouse that presented itself beneath their friendly conversation - she was amused by it, and he couldn't say that the same wasn’t true for himself.

Conversation started nonchalantly, then became tense and finally, the tone shifted back to relaxed once again. Marika did not want to press him any further, since she made it known that she noticed his weird behaviour and he acknowledged it.

- I should go - Marika said, as she felt that they were done talking and that staying like this for longer would look inadequate and raise rumours - Thank you for lending me this book and thank you for the tea.

- The pleasure is all mine - said Aizen - see you soon -

They stood up and bowed to each other, as was the custom. Aizen followed her with his gaze as she was leaving, thinking…

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cs-c-ocktoberfest2023 · 1 year ago

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Cocktoberfest 2023 Oneshot!

Prompt: Sex Pollen

A huge thanks to @undercaffinatednightmare for the sexy shmexy art, and to @kmomof4 and @pirateswhore for being awesome betas!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50895643

Emma couldn’t believe what was happening — Rumple was screwing them over, again! Worse, she faced the very real danger of getting trapped in the Enchanted Forest forever.

With a flick of his wrist, the Dark One rendered both Emma and Hook immobile. Panic began to rise up in her gut. Would she ever see her parents again? If she couldn’t get back to their own timeline, would it — and she — even exist anymore?

“He means to kill us, Swan,” Hook growled, staring daggers at his old nemesis. They’d been fools to trust the demon, and now they were paying the price.

“Oh, no no no…I mean to put you somewhere safe! Some place where even I dare not go; where I store the magic that is too dark or unpredictable, even for me!” Rumplestiltskin giggled maniacally, magically transporting them away before Emma had a chance to react.

The next thing they knew, they appeared in a huge room somewhere inside the castle, back in their regular clothes. It seemed like a small comfort that at least they could move their limbs.

“Well, what are we supposed to do now?” Emma shouted into the cavernous space, looking all around them in a state of bewildered shock. It was like they were back in the giants’ castle at the top of the beanstalk all over again.

“We look for a way to escape, of course; until you fix the wand, that is,” Hook replied curtly, raising an eyebrow as he passed. Emma shook her head and sighed dejectedly, placing the wand down on a small black table. It was gone; she just couldn’t feel her magic flowing through her anymore. Deflated, they began to explore their new surroundings.

“At least he did us one favor,” Hook said, stopping when he passed a mirror. She turned around to see him preening at his own reflection. “I’m devilishly handsome again,” he purred, earning a loud snort from across the room.

“I wonder if all this stuff is really cursed…” Emma muttered, wary of touching anything as she gazed over all the odds and ends in the room: there were numerous trunks and tables and chairs, a very questionable looking bench with restraints at both ends, a full suit of armor (missing one hand), a trio of ancient four poster beds, and at least a half dozen cabinets of all types and sizes.

On one of the tables sat a bottle of wine, two loaves of bread, and a pail with a dipper sitting nearby. Emma looked at it longingly, hoping that he’d given them potable water.

Hook didn’t seem to share her reservations, because when she turned around, he was inspecting the contents of an ornately decorated armoire, clearly about to reach for something inside.

“Wait, don’t touch anything! If Rumple’s afraid of this stuff, there’s got to be a reason,” she warned, but he just rolled his eyes, paying her no mind.

“Swan, we’ve got to look. What if the old bastard has something hidden here that can help us, like a magic bean?” he replied, clearly frustrated with her lack of gumption.

“Hook, don’t!” Emma shouted, sprinting across the uneven stone floor. Unfortunately, her sudden movement distracted him, and the corked vial he had in his hand fell to the ground, shattering. Whatever shimmery substance was inside flew into the air, sparkling as it surrounded them, thickening ominously.

“Ohmigod, what have you done?” Emma groaned, trying to find her way out of the pink-hued haze.

“I suppose we’ll find out soon enough, so try and stay optimistic!” Hook quipped, trying to make light of the situation. Emma was about to open her mouth to argue, but her attention snapped to the magical dust hovering in the air.

Slowly, the haze drifted above them, forming a pink cloud. When they tried to get out from underneath, it followed them, showering sparkles down like rain, until the cloud dissipated as mysteriously as it had formed.

For once, Emma had no words, looking to her traveling companion for answers as worry etched itself across her brow.

“I don’t know what the bloody hell we’re supposed to do now either, Swan,” Hook confessed, shaking his head. Trying not to freak out, Emma rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a frown. For the moment, she was stumped.

“Just, uh, let me know if you start to feel different or affected in any way,” Emma suggested, drumming her fingers on one of the tabletops nearby. Whatever was in that bottle was bad news, and she had the feeling that they’d begin experiencing its effects pretty quickly.

The first symptom Emma noticed was lightheadedness, growing unsteady enough that she felt the need to sit down. She plonked down onto the floor, not knowing what to do with herself, and she decided to stay there in case things got worse.

“Swan, are you okay?” Hook asked, looking alarmed. “Tell me what you’re thinking… feeling… whatever,” he said, sitting by her side immediately, though he kept a respectful distance away.

“I’m thinking it’s best for us to stay alert for as long as we can. You know, in case something comes alive and tries to kill us,” Emma snarked, noticing that her insides had begun to tingle, like butterflies in her belly.

“Hey Hook, do you feel weird inside?” Emma asked, and when Killian looked at her she saw that his pupils were almost fully dilated. He looked high, and it made her want to giggle. She probably looked the same way, she thought, shifting uncomfortably.

“Aye, love. I do feel rather… strange,” he admitted, inching a bit closer to her.

“What do you think it did to us?” Emma asked, as the sensations in her belly traveled lower, and she felt her nipples straining against her bra.

“I don’t know what sort of concoction might scare the Dark One,” he said, “but it provides a pleasant distraction, wouldn’t you say?”

Emma nodded wordlessly as a small whimper escaped her throat. It wasn’t lost on her that Hook’s voice had dropped even lower than usual, and she found it undeniably sexy.

They sat cross legged on the floor, staring into each other’s eyes. Neither of them moved a muscle, and Emma realized that he was probably waiting for her to make the first move.

She also noticed, as the minutes passed, that she was less and less nervous about letting her attraction to the pirate across from her. She cast her eyes over the angular planes of his face, feeling an insatiable need to run her fingers through the scruff covering his jaw.

He smiled easily at her, seeming to know what she was thinking. “Are you thinking about engaging in more pleasurable activities, Swan?” Hook asked playfully, running his tongue over his lower lip.

“Maybe,” Emma whispered, a hot flush spreading over her cheeks and chest. She desperately wanted to touch him, but was it real, or were they just delirious from the powder?

“Do you think we’d be good together?” she asked him, eyes wide as she shuffled even closer. He gulped, and she saw the tips of his ears redden.

Emma didn’t realize it was possible for the legendary Captain Hook to be anything but completely confident in his sexual prowess.

“Aye. I’ve thought so for a long time, but you know that,” he answered softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. “I have something to say first, Emma.”

“What is it?”

“If we’re going to be…intimate, as I expect we soon will be due to the aphrodisiac powder, I want you to know that you have my full consent regarding anything we do under its influence. If you don’t feel the same, it’s best that we stay as far away from each other as possible,” he explained, quickly shifting his eyes away from hers when he stopped talking.

The silence stretched out for 30 unbearable seconds. Then, Emma took a deep breath and just said what was on her mind.

“If I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t know how I’d feel about this…in Storybrooke,” she confessed, gesturing between them.

Then, her lips curved into a flirtatious smile.

“But we’re not in Storybrooke, and I can admit that I’m very attracted to you, Killian. I can call you that, right? I don’t think Hook will work in this, um, situation, but I agree with all of the consent stuff you said before,” Emma told him, right before the lust took over.

“Thank the gods! You can call me any name you bloody well please, but Killian would be my preference,” he managed to say, pulling her in for a kiss. When their lips met it was as if the universe lit a tinderbox, and within seconds both scrambled to their knees, clutching at each other as the slow burning embers of their mutual attraction burst into scorching flames. Clothes were shed in haste, flung off to far corners of the room, and she pulled him toward one of the beds.

“Lie down, Killian,” she commanded with a little grin, straddling him as she pushed her hair back behind her ears. Her eyes raked over his lean, muscular body; she knew he was doing the same to her as he squeezed her hip, trying to urge her forward.

She chuckled, lowering her pelvis just enough to brush the head of his cock through her dripping center. They both jolted from the connection, and he thought fast, sliding two fingers in to check her readiness. Emma was halfway to an orgasm already, her muscles quivering in anticipation.

“No teasing, yet…” she breathed, extracting his fingers and helping him slide her wetness over his whole length. She got up on her knees, and with a final nod, Emma sank down as slowly as she could bear it; their eyes locked as their bodies connected for the first time. She was about to start moving when he brought his fingers to his lips, lewdly sucking each one clean. She couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized by the sight.

“You taste magnificent, like honey and wildflowers in the summertime,” Killian sighed, before quickly grabbing her hip and thrusting up like a man possessed. She came almost immediately, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as a high-pitched wail left her throat, echoing through the room. He wasn’t too far behind, drawing her chest down so he could begin his long-awaited exploration of her breasts.

After their first coupling, every other thought or care ceased to exist except for the pleasure they could coax from each other. The only thing grounding her to reality was the feel of his hot skin pressing against hers, and the heavy drag of his cock inside her slick core. They were insatiable, drawn to each other over and over again; as soon as they finished one round, the next would begin. She had trouble deciding which position she liked best, and it seemed like they had exhausted every possibility, on every available surface.

It was especially thrilling when Killian dragged a mirror over to the bed where Emma lay, stretching her limbs after being twisted into a pretzel-like position Killian had seen in some bawdy sailor’s manual long ago.

“What are you planning to do with that?” Emma asked, tongue firmly in cheek as he clambered back up to join her. He had a lecherous grin on his face.

“Have you really never watched yourself getting fucked?” he asked, slowly sliding up the bed until he was hovering over her again. She shook her head, but the sultry look she gave left no question she wanted to try it.

“I think you should show me what you plan on doing to me first,” she suggested, making herself comfortable against the pillows. Killian smirked at her, getting up on his knees to crawl toward the middle of the bed.

“Two suggestions: either I take you from behind, or you get on top and use me however you’d like…pick your poison,” he teased, counting them off on his long, talented fingers. She stared at him hungrily and without shame as she considered her options. He was already fully erect, slowly stroking himself to distract her.

“Since I was the one who got all tied up last time, I think I deserve a break. You do the work, captain!” she joked, rising to her knees right in front of him. Her hand shot out, knocking his arm away so she could grip him firmly, pumping his cock until the tip was dripping with his arousal.

“Minx,” he bit out, trying to get his breathing back under control. “Get on all fours, and just watch everything I’m about to do to you. After this, you‘ll never be as satisfied by any other man, Swan,”

She obeyed, shivering with anticipation.

“Do you promise?” Emma asked shakily, watching his reflection as he pressed down gently on her back, lowering her chest so that her ass lifted higher in the air.

“Yes,” he said solemnly, catching her eye in the mirror before diving face first into her needy center. He groaned, seeing the slick heat already pooled there.

“Killian…oh fuck!” Emma screamed, and continued moaning loudly as he licked her, adding his fingers and pumping as she watched, she was practically sobbing for release. Sucking her clit into his mouth pushed her over the edge, and she clamped down hard on his fingers, repeating his name over and over until the aftershocks wore off and he withdrew.

“There is nothing,” he began, breathing heavily as he wiped his face, “I swear, nothing I’ve ever seen as erotic as watching you come in that mirror. But I need to be inside you now, Swan, please…”

She saw the desire and raw desperation on his face, and even though her knees twinged, all she wanted to do was make sure he was satisfied too.

“Yes, please, I want to watch you fuck me. I need it, Killian,” she told him just as desperately. When he buried himself inside of her in one thrust, she shrieked, shocked at how quickly she needed him again.

If they kept going at their frenzied pace, her heart would surely burst out of her chest, but Emma couldn’t find it in herself to care. The white hot pleasure coursing through her veins was addicting. The concept of time fell away as they explored each other’s bodies, climbing up and over peak after peak together as the aphrodisiac worked its way through their systems.

They were in the middle of another athletic fuck – this time stretched out on what appeared to be a daybed – when the haze surrounding her brain began to fade. She was faced away from him, gyrating in his lap while he held her up with his whole arm, fingers wrapped gently around her throat for support. His hook was embedded in the upholstery for leverage, and they moved as one, covered in sweat as they hurtled toward completion.

“Go on, love, I can feel your cunt tightening around me again…you’re nearly there,” he encouraged, nipping at her shoulder. Spurred on by his words, she bucked even more forcefully, and he steadied her, wrapping his other arm around her waist.

“Ah fuck, I’m so close! Talk to me, please,” she begged, too far gone to let what she was saying make her feel vulnerable.

“I have loved watching you like this, taking what you need…but seeing your pert little ass wiggling in the air might be my favorite part yet. Emma, I can’t wait to feel you come again,” he moaned, thrusting harder and faster until her orgasm lit up all of her senses, cresting and breaking like a wave over her whole body.

When she came down from her high, Emma realized that the emotional and physical release of tension had brought her to tears. She hastily wiped them away, now wary of him catching her in such a state of vulnerability.

He sat up, pulling her flush against his chest, and the change in angle let his cock slide even deeper, hitting her g-spot with laser precision.

Knowing that this might be the end of their time together, Emma let her mind go blank, focusing on the intimacy and pleasure they had shared. She reached back and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging him closer.

“Killian, don’t hold back. I’ve never felt this good with anyone else, and it has nothing to do with the stuff in that vial,” she told him, turning so she could look into his eyes and communicate how much she meant what she said.

To her relief, his sea blue gaze was clear and sharp. He nodded, pressing his lips to hers just before another orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath and sapping her remaining energy.

Almost simultaneously, Killian reared up and yelled out her name — weeks later, Emma swore that she’d been able to feel the heat from his release deep inside of her, sealing their newly formed bond — and they collapsed in an exhausted heap, shaking and breathing hard.

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Killian’s brain was still fuzzy from the last of the powder, so it took him a moment to realize that Emma wasn’t beside him. Sitting up against the headboard, he looked around the room until he found her, already dressed in her bra and pants. She was bent over, picking up what looked like some of his clothing as well.

“Swan? What’s going on?” Killian asked groggily, and Emma froze when she heard his voice, pressing his shirt against her chest.

She had already exposed too much of herself to him, literally and figuratively, and now it was time to get back to their mission: finding a way home.

“I’m getting all of our stuff— we’ve wasted so much time already,” Emma fretted, handing him his shirt before she tried to rush away.

“Emma, why are you acting so strangely? You haven’t even tried summoning your magic yet!” Killian asked, already feeling the chill of her walls going back up.

“I know that I don’t have it back; besides you heard what Gold said, we can’t reopen the portal.”

“All he said we need is magic. You’re the Savior, Swan, you can do this,” he urged, but she shook her head, looking at the floor to avoid his eyes. “Weren’t all of Zelena’s spells undone when she died? That means your magic should have been restored.”

She spun around, eyes flashing. “It’s gone! Believe me, if I could make it work, I would. You think I’m faking it, Hook?” she sputtered, using his moniker to put even more space between them.

Killian stared at her, incredulous. Then, he got angry.

“I think not having magic makes it a hell of a lot easier for you to run back to New York and pretend to be somebody else! Well, listen to me, Swan: you’re not. It’s time to stop running.”

“You think I don’t know that? Yeah, I run away, and that’s how I’ve always survived. But believe me, I want this to work,” she insisted, picking up the wand and clutching it in her fist. “I want to go back!”

Her confession surprised the hell out of him, but he understood the enormity of her decision. It brought a smile to his face.

“What’s changed your mind?”

“This whole crazy Enchanted Forest thing, honestly! Being here really made me see things from a new perspective,” she told him, throwing up her hands. “I saw my parents meet for the first time, went to a ball, got sent to Regina’s dungeon…that’s not a regular day in my life!”

Killian nodded his understanding, waiting for her to continue.

“But I also saw my mom die. Then, when she turned up alive and didn’t even know who I was, it hurt so much. The dismissive look in her eyes made me realize that I’ve been keeping her at a distance since the curse broke, and I need to make it right,” Emma sighed, but she looked empowered, not defeated. “Back when Henry first brought me to Storybrooke, I had no idea that he had actually rescued me. He brought me home.”

Her chin was quivering and she hastily scrubbed at her eyes, trying to get her emotions under control. When she looked back up at Killian, he had a smile on his face. Emma looked at him with confusion, wondering what was going on.

“I think your magic is back,” he murmured, gently taking her hand and holding it in front of her. Her mouth dropped open in shock: the wand was pulsing with light, and it looked like her entire arm was aglow.

“Holy crap, this is amazing! Killian, I can feel my magic again,” Emma marveled, gawking at the magic emanating from her entire being. “Wait a minute, I wanna try something. Just stand still for a second,” she said excitedly, closing her eyes before waving her hand in his direction. Her light magic whirled around him for a moment, then disappeared.

“Did you just use magic to clean me up? I feel like I’ve just had a hot shower at Granny’s! That’s pretty impressive, love,” he complimented her, eyes wide.

“I’m glad it worked, because there’s no way we could go back to Storybrooke reeking of sex,” she quipped, and successfully cast the spell on herself. Killian chuckled, delighted that she felt so much better.

“Okay, it’s time to try something a bit more complicated. I know that you can do this, Emma,” Killian told her, standing right by her side.

This was the moment of truth: steadying her grip on the wand, Emma concentrated and pointed it several feet in front of them. To her surprise and relief, a portal flashed into existence.

“Looks like you saved the day again, Swan,” he whispered in her ear, followed by a gentle kiss on her cheek. She blushed at the gesture, realizing that the deadly, dangerous pirate next to her had been there, supporting her, this whole time. From the moment he turned his ship around and took them to Neverland, Killian proved over and over again that he was no villain. She trusted him; and maybe one day, she could even fall in love with him.

“Ready?” Emma shouted over the whooshing portal, grabbing Killian’s hand. He nodded, and on the count of three, they jumped together into the future.

#cscf23 #cs(c)ocktoberfest2023 #cs ff #cs smut #captain swan fanfiction

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kusagrasskusa · 4 years ago

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hello love! i loved your erron x innocent reader headcanons, could you pretty please do the same but for baraka? ilyyy

Yep! Thanks for for request and thanks for you words!! :)

Sorry if these are a little rushed lmao. It's so hard to not be cracked out or too serious when writing these, so I tried a bit of both?

Baraka X Innocent! Reader

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Alright so here we have a humanoid beast who's a scavenger so he pretty much eats everything, has blades that come of his arms so he's a fucking walking weapon, and the strength of three human men.

Then we have a sweet tiny bebe Y/N who gets really excited when she sees something on TV that she likes. But to be fair, that My Little Pony princess collection was a good deal.

So remember when D'Vorah's bitchass killed Baraka in Mortal Kombat X? If not, then looked up Baraka death scene MKX on YouTube I guess. I had to look that up since I thought it was Kotal Kahn who killed him lmao

Anyway

D'Vorah had finished the battle, preparing to end the Tarkatan's life. Yet as soon as she was about to react, she heard shouts from Tarkatan guards. As they ran over, Kotal Kahn and D'Vorah were now distracted.

Passbyers and commoners glanced over but ignored the situation once they recognized him as Baraka. They knew they had no business with the general and authority of their realm so they just walked on by. But, there was one commoner who gasped open seeing the hurt Tarkatan.

A girl about Y/H with worried E/C eyes, the H/C hair colored girl ran up to the general. "Are you okay?" She spoke worriedly as she gripped his arm and tried her best to pull him up.

She's fkn weak tbh. But she did her best to pull him to his feet. He wasn't knocked out, but heavily dazed and injured. He grunted as a response to her question.

Y/N frowned before she walked him away from the area and to a safe place.

Baraka stumbled as he walked with the girl. He was a very dazed but he could smell the good intentions off her, if that makes sense.

The two didn't have to worry about being attacked as no one wants to fuck with with Outworld's authority like that. So within moments, Baraka found himself inside a rundown building that has just a bed, a few small tables, a few clothes, and a storage cabinet.

Baraka laid on Y/N's bed as she examined the general. He couldn't smell any sign of hatred or bloodlust off her, just anxiety and a feeling of generosity.

But he couldn't help but flinch when the girl wrapped his wounds then pressed her small hands against his head and felt his body change.

He was forced to relax as his headache slowly went away, along with other body aches. He eventually passed out this way

Y/N was sat down right besides him, eyeing his whole body and counting his wounds. It hurt her chest to see an endangered person getting treated so brutally! Since Kotal Kahn escaped the Flesh Pits, Tarkatans had disappeared daily.

Y/N spent five minutes every 2 hours healing him. It was painful for the body to morph, even it meant healing.

In one of these healing sessions, the Tarkatan asked who she was. She introduced herself with sweetness lacing her words. Baraka was quick to find comfort in Y/N's voice, but planned on killing her once she was done helping him.

In another session, Baraka got Y/N to talk about herself. His replies were kinda dry as he just wanted to be healed quickly and be gone.

Another session, he starts to realize how innocent this girl really is. She keeps on offering food and drinks every session, and asks if he's too cold or too hot. And she had already explained how she knows him, and seems to really respect him.

But how can someone so sweet to someone so evil? When asked that, she cocks her head and says that he isn't evil, just really loyal and determined.

Also, she may think that he only kills only some of his opponents and those are all accidents.

One of the last sessions, Y/N seemed to have completely proven her innocence and cuteness. He could tell she considered then friends so he decided that she must be very lonely. Poor girl

But anyway, by the next day, Baraka finds himself completely healed. He wakes up to a good smell of an Outworld meat, idfk, presented and cooked by Y/N. Along with a cup of water.

Baraka found it tasted well, although he prefers the traditional Tarkatan cooking. And he didn't smell nor taste any poisons either.

Once finished, the general stood up and examined himself. Y/N kinda smiled sadly as she would return to normal life and she quickly got close to Baraka.

Before leaving, the general placed an arm respectfully on her shoulder. "Thank you Y/N. You're to be rewarded by my people."

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And yeah, he was right. Literally a week later, she found herself on the move throughout Outworld with Baraka and the other Tarkatans by her side.

Baraka was definitely sure to keep her safe and stay by her side. He didn't recognize how much he admired her happy face until he was questioned by his people after demanding "no violence around the [specy]."

Lmao he would be teased so hard if he wasn't their respectable leader

And the thing Baraka would get teased most for wouldn't be how he wants her to feel comfortable, but because of how he stutters and gets a little red when she'd get excited and hug him tightly.

Yeah, her holding his hand too.

And when he gets her to smile or laugh, which is like 80% of any time she laughs or smiles with the Tarkatans, the amount of pride he gains--

One of these times during her episodes, she accidentally blurted out how she loved him. Thank it was only Baraka and Y/N when she said that tho oml

But of course, Baraka returned the feelings. He plans to keep the relationship on a low though. He can't have his people know he's dating another specy just yet.

Although, if Mileena is considered acceptable than why wouldn't their kids be acceptable? Like imagine having kids who can both fight with fkn blades coming out if their arms and shapes teeth, but can also heal dangerous wounds in a day? Like- even if they don't want kids, that'd be pretty badass

Idk how to end stories but- Y/N doesn't need to know Baraka is a dangerous scavenger who feeds her human flesh and all else :)

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drarrily-we-row-along · 4 years ago

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Veritaserum Prompt Fic (Part 10)

(Okay- I'm not going to lie, I took a little bit of sadistic joy at everyone's outrage and devastation over the previous chapter. But only because I know what's coming. I promise we'll have a happy ending. Anyway. Start with part 1 on tumblr or jump over to AO3 to read the whole thing, if you like.)

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Harry woke up smiling.

This was not something that had ever happened to him prior to the last week, but now the bed smelled like Draco, and the sun was slipping in through the curtains and warming his face, and Harry was free.

He'd never been this happy in his life.

Rolling over, he reached out, patting the bed and trying to find his lover's body so he could drag him over and kiss him awake.

When his searching turned up empty, Harry opened one eye to look at the empty space next to him. He frowned and cast a wandless tempus: 10:37. Harry blinked and summoned his wand and recast: 10:37.

That was strange, he never slept that late. Although, he supposed it explained why Draco was already up and out of bed, probably already out in his workshop working on whatever potion he'd been brewing the past week or so.

After a good stretch and pulling his hair up into a messy bun on top of his head, Harry made his way to the kitchen and over to the coffee pot. He frowned again when he found it empty and turned to head outside and make sure Draco was alright.

Before he'd gotten more than a few steps, his eyes caught on a piece of parchment and a familiar hawthorn wand laying on top of the island. "No," he whispered, heart freezing in his chest.

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He picked up the letter off the island with a trembling hand and read

Dearest Harry, How can I even begin to tell you all that you mean to me? A less cowardly man than I would have found a way to say it to your face, but we both know that bravery is more your department. You've given me so much, Harry. I could never have imagined falling in love, never imagined that someone might love me in return. But that's why I had to do this, you see that don't you? Not because I don't love you but because I do. I love you with every fiber of my being, with all that I am, and you are mine, Harry. And I couldn't let you pay the price for my sins. I couldn't let you give up everything for me. Granger helped me draw up a contract with the Minister himself, you three certainly have a lot of friends in high places. In exchange for me, they're clearing you of all charges. Don't be angry with her; she just wants what is best for you, as well you must know by this point in your friendship. I know you're hurting right now, love. I know that this is breaking your big, perfect, beautiful heart; it's breaking the pathetic, shriveled excuse of a heart that I have, too. But it will pass, my darling, if you let it. So please, for me, let it go. Let me go. Be happy, be in love, live whatever life you want. Travel. Go to the States and do whatever muggle thing you wanted to do. You deserve the best life. Please know that I will spend the rest of my life grateful for you. And I will never forget the time when you were mine. You are, without exception, the best thing that has ever happened to me. Forever yours, Draco

Harry stared at the parchment in his hand, trailing trembling fingers over Draco's elegant script as his eyes blurred and his breathing came too fast. He clenched the letter to his chest, gasping against the ache of his heart expanding to accommodate the sadness and the sense of loss.

Without another thought he apparated straight into Ron and Hermione's kitchen.

"We thought you might show up at some point," Ron's voice said behind him.

Harry whipped around to see them both sitting at the table, "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.

Hermione sighed, "What he asked us to."

"Why?" he asked before the enormity of this situation hit him all over, the realization that he'd never see Draco again stealing the air from his lungs. He bent forward, putting his hands on his knees, "I can't breathe," he managed, trying to suck breath into his lungs and failing.

Ron was at his side in an instant, easing him onto the floor as Hermione appeared in front of him, "let your head drop between your knees. Focus on a slow inhale, slow exhale," she said and Harry tried to sync up his breathing with hers until his heart stopped racing.

He leaned his head back against the wall and scrubbed his hands over his face. "He's gone," he whispered. Then he opened his eyes and looked at them, "How could you let this happen?"

Hermione looked down at her hands, "Draco reached out to me the day after the trial. He said he couldn't trap you, couldn't force you to live a life on the run again."

"And that he couldn't bear the thought of you getting caught," Ron added.

"We wouldn't have gotten caught," he said derisively.

Hermione shook her head, "Maybe not but what about every other person in your life, Harry? You would have spent the rest of your life separated from them."

"We miss you, mate," Ron added.

He shook his head and swiped angrily at the tears in his eyes, "Then we could have figured something out. It had only been a week!" he protested. "Just one week, we could have-" he broke off and covered his mouth. After a heart beat, he stood up, "I can't be here right now. I can't-" he shook his head, "I can't do this."

"Harry-" Hermione started.

"He asked me not to be mad at you," he said, "but I'm-" he broke off, his hands trembling as he tried to open the door. "I need-" he tried again before simply giving up and walking out the door. He needed Draco.

"Harry!" Ron called behind him but he just kept walking.

He'd come back. He'd forgive them. He knew he would, he just needed a little time.

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However, leaving was actually a seemingly bad idea.

In the 30 minutes after he left the house, he learned that part of the "deal" that Draco had struck with Kingsley involved the Ministry being able to tell whatever lies they wanted to about Draco. Some papers claimed that it had been a love potion, some claimed it was a cursed object, some claimed he'd been imperiused.

Harry stood in front of a newsstand, seething as he read the headlines. How could they have let this happen? How could Draco have signed a contract that allowed for this?

And then he saw it: The Quibbler. Draco and Harry were on the front page, just like every other newspaper, but the article was titled, "From the Wrinkspurts: They're in Love". The world tilted, righting itself slightly as a plan started to form in the back of his mind.

He looked up at the man running the stand who'd been just staring at him, "I need one of everything," he said. "I don't have any money but I'll bring-"

"They're yours," the man interrupted, grabbing papers from all the different piles. He even tossed on one for gardening and one for cooking.

"Err," Harry, "Not those ones," he said, nudging the two irrelevant ones away. "Just the ones about me," he added, "At the risk of sounding self centered."

"Whatever you want, mate," the man said. "They're yours."

"Thanks," Harry said, grabbing the stack of them and concentrating so he could apparate through the Ministry's wards because he simply didn't give a fuck anymore.

There was a sound vaguely like glass shattering as Harry popped up in front of the secretary's desk outside of Kingsley's office. She shrieked and a coffee cup went flying, breaking when it hit the ground.

"I'm here to see Kingsley," he said simply.

A hand fluttered up to cover her heart, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Potter, but he's in a meeting."

"Interrupt it," he said. "I guarantee what I have to say is more important."

"I can't just-"

"Look," Harry interrupted. "Just go and ask him. If he tells you to send me away, that's fine, I'll go."

She appeared to consider this for a moment, then she stood up and made her way to the door, knocking and slipping in.

A moment later she reappeared, "Would you mind waiting for just one moment?" she asked, gesturing to the chairs across from her desk. "He'll be right with you."

It was barely two minutes before three people came hurrying out of the room, avoiding Harry's gaze.

Kingsley followed, "Harry," he greeted, "Please come in."

Harry stood up and followed Kingsley in, not allowing himself to feel inferior because of the sweatpants and t-shirt he was still wearing.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Let Draco Malfoy go," he replied.

Kingsley raised an eyebrow, "You know as well as I do that we're not going to do that. It's not possible."

"I thought you might say that," he replied as he started tossing magazines one by one onto the man's desk. "But you really ought to have told them all the same story."

"What?" the man asked with a laugh, "Why? Why should that matter?"

"Because it's going to make the Ministry look even more incompetent when I tell all of them the truth."

He shrugged, "It's of little concern, it won't matter."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Harry replied. "Because I'm not just going to tell them the truth about Draco Malfoy and his heinous treatment by Ministry officials prior to his trial. I am going to tell them everything and I'm going to watch the Ministry burn."

"Harry, be reasonable," he said. "So you tell everyone your story about finding Malfoy in the Department of Mysteries, garner a little sympathy because he was a teenager and now you're in love," he continued. "But it doesn't take much to drag his name through the mud again. To remind people that he tried to kill Dumbledore, to remind them of the cabinet that let death eaters into Hogwarts, to remind people of the lives that were lost because of him."

Harry's veins burned with rage and it was all he could do to keep himself from lashing out.

Kingsley shook his head, "Do what you must, but your story will never be enough."

He let out a humorless chuckle and leaned forward, bracing his fist on the desk, "I got into the Department of Mysteries within a matter of months. Do you really believe that the only information I got was about Draco Malfoy?"

"You'll be prosecuted, if you disclose any information you obtained illegally" he replied steadily.

"I am Harry fucking Potter," he said with a growl. "If you try to prosecute me, you will have an uprising on your hands. Especially after everything I'm going to expose. So good luck with that, I'll enjoy watching this burn even faster," he said, gesturing to the space around them.

"Harry," he said, "You must know that what you're asking of me simply isn't possible," a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

The corner of Harry's mouth ticked up, "I'm going to win," he said. "And we both know it." He turned, leaving the magazines spread across his desk. "The only question is how much do you want to see burn before it happens." When he reached the door he called over his shoulder, "I'm holding a press conference tomorrow at six." He looked back at the other man, "You have until then to get him released."

On his way out he cast a patronus that he was sending to Azkaban with a simple message. I'm getting you out.

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Okay, friends. There will be at least one more part of this fic (maybe two) but this is getting too long. <3

Part 9 | Part 11

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luxwritesfanfic · 4 years ago

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400 LUX

Sherlock wants to cut things off but the reader thinks he should really think it over. Or, the one where Sherlock isn’t one for saying “I love you”, but he has always offered you a sword. Thanks for reading!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

You could hear the water running in the bathroom as you slipped down the hall to make coffee, your phone in one hand pressed against your ear as Mary went on and on about all the things that you two needed to do today and the other hand held your shear kit that you barely used. It was a few days before the wedding and things were in full swing for you as Mary’s bridesmaid and Sherlock as the best man. Mary, God bless her, was having a breakdown every other day and it was all you could do to not to set her off by picking the red velvet with buttercream over the vanilla cupcakes.

“— and we need to go by the florist today, too, and I probably should stop by and speak to the DJ... and John, he’s not worried about any of it! He’s asking for tea and biscuits as if I’m not already balancing the most important day of our lives!” Mary was talking at a mile a minute and as she continued the never ending list of tasks she had set for the two of you, you began situating all of your supplies to cut Sherlock’s hair. He had insisted you do it before the wedding, and not even your lack of experience was enough to convince him to just go to the shop with John. Sherlock’s hair was something he took very seriously so you were unsure as to why he’d even ask you to do this.

Speaking of the devil, you rounded the hallway and started for the bathroom.

“One second Mare.” She didn’t miss a beat and continued right on talking once you muted her, and you wondered if this is how John felt talking to Sherlock. Knocking on the door before walking in, you fought through the steam to find a comb on the counter.

“If we’re going to be in here at the same time, you might as well join me.” Sherlock’s head popped out from behind the shower curtain, his hair and face sudsed up and glistening from the water. The longer you realized you had actually been thinking about taking him up on his offer, the quicker you knew that you had to get back to your task at hand and get out of the line of fire. You pulled open some of the drawers and rummaged through them.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d love that.” Hoping that the steam was thick enough to hide your growing blush, you turned back to the vanity and opened the mirror cabinet. “I need you to hurry up. Mary’s having a-“

“You would, too.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and that was enough to make you roll your eyes. Luckily for you, the mirror door was hiding your face from his prying eyes. Smug and darling as always, your man was. You snuck a peek at him and realized he’d moved back from the curtain and resumed washing his hair.

“Seriously, Mary will probably have a heart attack if I don’t leave within the hour. If you love me, five minutes.” You shut the cabinet and slipped out of the room to finally return to your phone call.

“Sorry M, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Sherlock is being Sherlock.”

“Now you’re really starting to sound like John. How’s his suit fit? Does he need any adjustments? That reminds me, I should call the tailor! Be a doll and bring something to eat on the way? Love you!” With that she hung up, leaving you in the dust trying to comprehend if she actually was speaking words or Simlish.

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“Four minutes, fourteen seconds.”

You turned back to him while you gestured for him to sit down so you could wrap the towel around his shoulders. His hair was still pretty wet so you wouldn’t have to spray it much.

“What are you talking about?”

Sherlock only smiled to himself in response, and you figured he’d just moved on from that conversation already. Combing out small sections of his hair and clipping the rest up, you asked again.

“Are you sure you want me to do this? I really don’t mind going to your usual stylist with you. I don’t want to mess you up for the wedding.”

“Y/N, I told you already, if I’ve asked you to do it it’s because I want for you to do it. It’s only just a trim. Come on with it.

So you began at that, snipping away little by little. You had cut John’s hair for him a few times right before a date but his was much easier than Sherlock’s and it grew like a weed so even if you did mess up, his date could hardly tell. You told Sherlock all about your plans with Mary for the day and he seemed to be listening intently but you could tell his mind was wandering. You knew him better than you knew yourself.

Moving to stand in between his legs to trim his face framing pieces, you asked him about his plans for the day.

“Hm,” he started, resting his fingers tips lightly on your hips in front of him, tapping away as he thought out his answer. “Mycroft insists he has words for me, despite my telling him to keep them to himself, so I suppose I’ll be seeing him at some point. John is coming here to talk wedding...” which you were almost certain really meant a case, “and I want to tell Mrs. Hudson you’ve decided to give up your flat entirely to live here.”

You had just finished trimming his hair when he had said that and luckily so because you were sure you would have chopped off a lot more than needed being caught by surprise like that. Running your fingers through his hair to be sure you didn’t miss any sections, you contemplated what exactly was happening between you. You had never really brought up completely moving in even though it was true that you practically already did. You hadn’t slept in your own bed in months because you always chose the opportunity to sleep with Sherlock. Moving in seemed like a dream but you always had it in the back of your mind that one day Sherlock would have a change of heart and change his mind on whatever the two of you were, and you didn’t want to be without if that happened.

When he realized you still hadn’t replied to his request, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you. “Is there really that much to think about? John said you’d say yes if I made it clear I was the one asking you to. Had I not done that?”

You couldn’t help but smile, because seriously, what could you have possibly done to deserve the opportunity to love someone as... well, Sherlock, as Sherlock. He was everything everyone said he was, but he had shown you willingly that he was also so much more. You’d choose the life with him, whether it was one of a house and kids and a white picket fence or if it was one that consisted of running around London in the rain because Sherlock swore he saw something suspicious and the only viable option was to run after it. You would choose him. Every single time.

Even with all of your declarations of love, you two had never said talked about the fact that you were definitely exclusively dating which often hindered a conversation of the future. You had told him you loved him more times than you could count but he had never said it back and you were okay with that. He didn’t have to reciprocate it for it to be true. But, it did leave room for doubt that this might not always be what Sherlock chooses.

You thought of all the ways you could bring it it up and realized that straightforwardly was the only way to go. You brought your hands from his hair to hold his face and rubbed your thumbs in slow circles and he relaxed on the spot. He was putty in your hands, as much as he hated to admit it.

“I just don’t want you to feel stuck with me. It’s a big step. And if it ends up making you miserable, I just- I don’t know. I don’t want to be the one to make you miserable.” Your voice was soft as you spoke and you realized that with Sherlock’s bangs being much shorter now, you got to see more of his pretty face. Although, currently, it was contorted as he worked through trying to comprehend what you were saying to him. Blinking away at you for what seemed like forever, Sherlock cleared his throat and took your hands from his face and into his own instead.

“I’m... not sure I understand. I don’t mean to be rude at your expense but if I wanted to leave you, I would. I could rather easily. Just as easily as you could leave me. But you won’t. And I won’t... I’ve tried to show you in all the ways I know how. So would it not make sense for us to live together?”

It slowly started making sense for you and you could slap yourself for being so blind. Sherlock had let you take the lead in a lot of aspects in his life recently that you couldn’t explain what for. He urged you to pick out the next case he would work, allowed you to pick out his new microscope (Y/N, they’re the same color. Pick one. I don’t know Sherlock! I feel like this one is cool grey and this one is light grey, it makes a difference!), and now you were cutting his hair, the most important part of his appearance from his point of view. He trusted you to make the right choice every time and there really was no right choice, your choice was the right choice.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you phone began to ring with Mary’s picture posted on the screen.

“Shit, I’m so late! She’s seriously going to kill me.” Your gaze drifted from your phone to Sherlock who surprisingly patiently awaiting your answer. “Tell Mrs. Hudson as soon as John gets back from holiday that you two will start moving my stuff over. And make a little space for me in your closet, okay? I need more than just a few drawers.”

Sherlock smiled at you like you like he did when you called him brilliant and that was your highest honor to date.

You expected the usual slick remark but he simply said, “You’ll have what you want. Mary will be calling again in about 30 seconds. You should really be hailing a taxi right about now.”

And there he was, the Sherlock you wouldn’t change for the world. You wished you had time to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine but alas, duty calls. You kiss him like you mean it- because you do, and rush off to your friend’s rescue but not without stopping in the doorway.

“I love you, Sherlock Holmes. But even more importantly than that, I trust you. I’ve had the time of my life fighting dragons with you and I’d happily spend the rest of my life doing it if you’d let me. It’s nice to know that you will. I just thought you’d like to know.”

Just like that, you turn his world upside down as you rush down the stairs, leaving him speechless. He thought his story was one that would be written about him and him alone and as sure as he used to be in that, he’d come to the realization that he was just as sure that two was better than one.

“And I, you.”

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adorerdraco · 5 years ago

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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2

PART 1

Summary: PART 2 ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone.

Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death

Words: 4.9K

A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif.

It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day.

He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.

“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.

It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.

In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.

“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.

“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”

“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”

Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.

You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.

Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.

“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”

You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you.

There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream.

Your brain didn’t know any better, right?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.

My Dearest Draco,

How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf.

I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.

Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants.

I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon.

All my love,

Mother

He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.

As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.

He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.

But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you.

So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.

“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.

“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”

You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”

“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”

And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.

“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.

“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips.

You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt.

You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.

A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.

“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”

The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face.

Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.

“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.

You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.

“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”

You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went.

You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”

Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.

“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”

By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.

A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done.

Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.

“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”

It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.

It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.

“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”

Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.

You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.

You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror.

“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.

“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.

“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”

She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.

The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.

Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.

It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.

Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.

He had told you he loved you.

The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance.

You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.

His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness.

The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get.

Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.

Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips.

“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing.

He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”

You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.

“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”

The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.

The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.

“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”

“Not in a million years, darling.”

PART 3

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queenshelby · 4 years ago

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A NEW WORLD - PART FIVE

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, etc…

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Day 2

The entire night, you searched for your brother. You looked everywhere around the baseball field and in the main street. He was nowhere to be found and, at around 2am, you decided to slowly make your way home in the hope that he would be there.

The journey home took you two hours on foot and, when you finally arrived, most of the house was destroyed.

You walked inside only to find your mother’s lifeless body on the floor, torn apart by the creatures. You wanted to scream but covered your mouth, trying not to make a sound.

You dropped to the floor, tears streaming down your face as you tried to collect your thoughts which is when you heard the floorboards crack upstairs.

You quickly stood up before making your way upstairs. From the distance, you could hear one of the creatures roar and you knew you had to be quick.

The first room you went into quietly was Lucas’s room and, sure enough, he was there, hiding behind his bed, shaking in fear.

‘It’s alright’ you indicated with your lips as you hugged him.

In the same moment, you heard a loud bang downstairs and you knew what this meant. One of the creatures was in the house.

Quickly, you indicated to Lucas to hide beneath the study desk with you by his side but, as you scooped beneath it, Lucas accidently hit is head, causing a pencil case to drop onto the floor.

The creature came roaring upstairs and barged through the wall, tearing down the door as you and Lucas closed your eyes, holding each other close.

Lucas moved in front of you instinctively and there was no room for you to move. You knew it didn’t matter as the creature would kill you both and, at least, you would die together you thought.

To your surprise, as the creature approached and tore away the study desk, Lucas pushed you against the back wall and faced the monster.

It was close and it was clear to you that it knew that you were there. But it didn’t attack. Its head moved from one side to the other until it nudged Lucas, making a strange sound before turning around and disappear.

Your eyes widened and your breathing slowed back down. You were unsure what just happened. Why didn’t the creature kill you and Lucas?

You looked at Lucas full of questions and he lifted up his shirt, revealing a large scratch on his abdomen. It wasn’t deep, but it was visible and it clearly was from one of the creatures.

You indicated to Lucas that you would need to leave and he nodded in agreement.

Reaching for one of the pens and some paper scattered on the floor, you decided to communicate with your brother in writing.

‘Joe Spencer’s House. Do you know where it is? you wrote on the paper, knowing that Joe Spencer’s wife was a teacher at Lucas’s school and has provided free tutoring lessons to Lucas in the past when he fell behind.

Lucas nodded and you indicated to him that you would need to pack your bags with anything that could be useful.

After filling your bags with food, water, Lucas’s medication, a map and two torches you walked downstairs to the shed to grab your late stepfather’s hunting rifle and some ammunition before making your way to Joe Spencer’s house.

Joe Spencer had told you several years ago that he was preparing for Dooms Day and everyone laughed at him at the time when he spent $40,000 American Dollars to build a bunker. He believed that it was just a matter of time until the apocalypse would happen and it appears that he was right.

You knew he completed it and stocked it up with food, water and an entire Amory and this was where you would be heading. According to him, the bunker contained enough stock for a family of four to survive for an entire year and was safe from mild radioactivity which meant that it would also likely be sound proof.

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When you arrived at Joe Spencer’s house following a six-hour journey, you tried to locate the bunker.

It wasn’t easy as it wasn’t clearly visible. He owned several acres and it could be hidden anywhere on his land.

You decided to look through the cabinets in his large office inside the house and, eventually, you found plans from when the bunker was built, allowing you to locate it on the acreage.

How you would get inside the bunker, you did not know but you knew that you had to try.

Just as you were looking through the plans, you could hear the trigger of a gun close to your head.

You turned around to see Maria, Joe Spencer’s wife and, when she realised who you were, she lowered the gun and indicated to you that she was sorry.

You nodded and pointed to the plan and she simply nodded back before handing you a large stack of books one of which was entitled ‘Basic Sign Language’.

Carefully, you carried the books downstairs while Lucas carried your backpacks.

It took you less than thirty minutes to arrive at the bunker and Maria had the passcode to get inside.

There were two doors. One hidden beneath a large tree forcing you to climb down on a ladder and the other was a steel door leading to the facility itself.

When you walked inside, you immediately noticed another young woman sitting on one of the beds. You didn’t recognise her but she greeted you by your first name.

‘Thank you so much’ you whispered to Marie after saying hello to the young woman.

Marie simply nodded before asking you whether you had seen her husband Joe.

‘I am sorry Marie’ you said after you nodded and she immediately broke out in tears.

‘He saved my life, I am so so sorry about what happened to him’ you said, taking her into your arms which is when you learned that the young woman in the bunker was their niece Leanne, Emmett’s youngest sister.

Whilst you knew that Emmett was related to the Spencers, as was everyone in town in one way or another, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Leanne.

‘I taught all three of you school at some point’ Marie said, trying hard to think about something enjoyable for once before boiling the kettle.

Over the next few hours, you discussed what was happening and how to approach the current situation.

Marie and Leanne were reasonably forthcoming and immediately started to take inventory in order to determine how long you would be able to survive together at the bunker. They both were hopeful that this situation would be resolved soon by the US Army.

You, however, were less forthcoming with them and decided to keep the fact that you were pregnant a secret for now. In addition, you didn’t consider it to be wise to tell them about Lucas’s gift. The creatures weren’t interested in him and you didn’t know why but what you did know was that, if anyone else knew, it might put him into danger.

After debating for hours, it was decided by all of you to remain at the bunker so long as necessary and until, hopefully, you receive a signal from the US Army with further instructions.

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captainimprobable · 4 years ago

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part two of that thing I posted last week! This is also an unedited first draft, so take it with a grain of salt

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She arrives in the dead of night, clothes singed and skin burned.

The knock wakes them all, but Hooty is the loudest. He bursts through Luz’s window, a worm shaped interloper, and announces “HEY LUZ, YOUR GF IS HERE!!!!! SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE WAS DIPPED IN A POT OF ACID, BUT I’M SURE IT’S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.”

Before Luz can even open her eyes fully to focus, he slides back out of her window with a loud “HOOT HOOT”.

Blinking sleep out of her eyes, Luz thinks she might be dreaming, until she hears the knock at the door. It’s insistent, quick, and somehow a little desperate.

Something is wrong.

She is instantly awake and on her feet, flying down the hallway just in time to collide with Eda, whose hair is sticking up at all angles. Before she can fall, Eda steadies her, and says “Did I hear Hooty say that Boots is in trouble?”

“I’m not sure,” Luz says frantically, “but we need to get to the door. Now.” She’s already running as she’s talking, and finally, finally, she makes it to the front of the house. She wrenches open the door and standing there is Amity, eyes red rimmed and body shaking.

Behind her is a sheet of boiling rain.

“Oh my gosh, did you run here in the rain???” Luz asks, grabbing Amity’s hand and tugging her inside. Amity nods wordlessly, staring at a spot on the floor. Now that she’s closer, Luz can see the damage; the rain has singed the sleeves of Amity’s dress, and dark, angry burns march up and down her arms. “Dang, kid, are you okay?” Eda asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Something inside Luz tugs insistently, and though she wants to panic, she knows Amity needs her more right now. So she takes a deep breath and says “Let’s get you patched up, okay?”

Amity doesn’t move. She’s still staring at the floor with a blank expression, and Luz suddenly has no idea what to do. She wants to wrap Amity in her arms, protect her from whatever’s going on, but she knows that might not be appreciated, so she decides to ask.

“Do you want a hug?”

Amity nods so imperceptibly that Luz thinks she might have imagined it, but she nonetheless takes it as a yes. Careful to loop her arms around Amity’s waist and not her neck so as to avoid touching the burns, she wraps Amity in a loose hug. For a second, Amity does nothing. She stands there shaking with her arms hanging at her sides, until all at once, like a dam exploding, she grabs at Luz almost desperately, pulling her tighter as she bursts into tears.

Luz has never been in a situation like this before. Eda is sitting on the couch a respectful distance away, watching but not getting involved. Luz doesn’t know what to do, so she decides to follow her instincts. She reaches up to stroke Amity’s hair and whispers “It’s okay, you’re okay”. Amity cries herself out a few minutes later, Luz talking to her in a soothing voice the whole time. When only sniffles remain, Luz asks “Can we go to the couch? Eda wants to treat your burns.”

“Y-yeah,” Amity hiccups. It’s the first thing she’s said all night, and something in Luz loosens at the sound of it. She keeps an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders as she guides her to the couch. She doesn’t want to let go, so when they sit down, she instantly grabs Amity’s hand.

“Is this okay?” she asks Amity. Amity nods, gently brushing her thumb along Luz’s knuckles in silent consent.

“Wow,” Eda whistles. “The rain got you good. Why were you out in that anyway, are you crazy?”

“Eda-” Luz starts, but Amity holds a hand up. “It’s okay,” she says. As Eda begins pulling potions out of the cabinet, Amity says “It’s- it’s my parents”.

Luz goes cold. She remembers them well. It’s hard to forget people who tried to kill you.

She hasn’t had much contact with Alador, but Odalia...Odalia gives her a feeling she can’t describe. Just the sight of her makes Luz unspeakably angry. Looking at Amity now, though, she realizes that Alador is just as bad. Complacency in the face of abuse is just as bad as the abuse itself.

“We had a fight,” Amity continues. “And you ran away? In the boiling rain? That takes guts, kid,” Eda says, a mixture of impressed and concerned.

“Not exactly. They, um...they kicked me out.”

“WHAT?”

“It’s not forever,” Amity hastens to say. “Just for the night. My mom said she...she said she can’t even look at me right now, and my Dad just agreed with her. Like he always does.”

Luz’s grip on Amity’s hand is tight as steel now. She’s ready to get up and give the Blights a piece of her mind. She wants to take them down, and make them pay for what they’ve done.

“So,” Luz says in a low voice. “Your parents left you alone in the middle of the night in rain that can literally kill you?”

“Yeah,” Amity says bitterly. “They’re not the best parents.”

“I’m going to make them pay for this. I’m- I’m going to go over there, and I’m going to-”

“Luz,” Amity puts a hand on Luz’s shoulder. “No. You can’t- I don’t want you in the same room as them ever again, okay?” Amity sounds scared.

Luz remembers the abomiton that tried to kill her, and the disappointed look on Odalia’s face when it didn’t succeed. She also remembers Amity’s righteous anger, and the steely eyed glare she gave her mother.

“I can’t have you hurt again,” Amity says, sounding almost frantic. “I just can’t, okay?”

“Okay, okay, shh it’s okay,” Luz assures her, cupping a hand to her face. Neither of them have the energy to be embarrassed about it right now, but it’s probably the most romantic gesture they’ve shared. Amity leans into Luz’s hand, breathing deeply.

“This might sting,” Eda says from the other side of the couch. Both Luz and Amity jump, having forgotten that she was there. Sheepishly, they part, still holding hands. Eda smirks at Luz and gives her a wink that Luz hopes Amity didn’t see. She gets the feeling Eda is going to be talking to her about this later.

Eda dabs a bit of blue potion onto Amity’s arm, and Amity hisses, breath whistling through her teeth, but she doesn’t flinch. “Is it- ow- is it okay that I came here?” She asks Eda, looking at her shyly.

Eda snorts, like it’s the stupidest question in the world. “I practically take kids in for a living, now,” she says. “What’s one more?”

“It’s just for the night,” Amity hastens to assure her. “I’m going home tomorrow morning.”

Luz shakes her head. “I hate the idea of you living with them. I can’t believe they treat you like this and just get away with it!”

“I’ll get out of there eventually. When I join a coven…” Amity trails off, and an awkward silence ensues. They haven’t talked about the whole “Amity’s biggest dream being potentially crushed by the Emperor being evil” thing.

“Well, the point is, it’s not forever,” Amity finally finishes.

“Aaaand done,” Eda says, wrapping the last bandage around Amity’s wrist. She stands up, knees creaking in an entirely unnatural way. “And now it’s bedtime,” she yawns. “You two get some rest, too.”

“Thank you, Eda,” Amity calls, and Eda gives her a lazy wave over her shoulder as she leaves.

The adrenaline is wearing off, now, and Luz suddenly realizes she has no idea what she’s doing. She glances at Amity out of the corner of her eye, and the image of her cupping Amity’s face floats into her brain. She flushes a deep scarlet, and suddenly, she needs to be doing something, anything else.

“Well, okay,” she says loudly, standing up abruptly and walking towards the closet. “Let me get you some pillows and a blanket, the couch is old and creaky, but it’s comfortable.”

As she’s rummaging through the closet, she hears Amity say “Luz”.

“Yeah?”

“Would you- I mean, if you wanted to, could you- could you stay with me for a little while?” She sounds so scared, and so sad, and it’s so unlike Amity that Luz melts immediately.

“Of course,” she says. “Here, scoot over.”

Amity moves a few inches, wincing at the pain in her arms. Luz sits down next to her and drapes a blanket over the both of them. They sit there awkwardly for a few minutes, and Luz is absolutely freaking out. She has no idea what to do now. Before she can agonize over it any further, Amity’s head lands on Luz’s shoulder.

This is unprecedented.

Nobody ever told Luz how scary the beginning of a relationship is. Nobody warned her that every little thing Amity does could change her mood instantly, or that every time she touches her she can swear to god she feels electricity.

Nobody told her how bittersweet it could be to have Amity Blight resting her head on her shoulder, exhausted from a horrific night of what can only be called abuse.

Her internal alarms are going off, she’s losing her mind, and she hopes Amity doesn’t notice. In the midst of this emergency, Amity calls her name sleepily.

“Hey, Luz?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re my favorite person.”

Oh. Oh wow. Oh. Wow.

This is a whole new level of scary. She feels a mixture of nerves and elation swirl through her, and she can’t help but smile, and she feels a little bit like crying but she doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know what to say, so instead, she does something even scarier: she kisses the top of Amity’s head.

She freezes, hoping that was okay, hoping that Amity doesn’t feel weird about it, but before she can ask, Amity starts quietly snoring.

She’s fallen asleep. Luz breathes a sigh of relief, marveling at the fact that Amity felt comfortable enough, after an awful night, to come to her house and fall asleep on her shoulder. How did she ever get so lucky?

After awhile, Luz yawns and checks her watch. Four forty two am. It’s definitely time for bed, but she doesn’t want to wake Amity up by leaving, so she decides that she’s going to stay up all night, watching over her girlfriend and making sure she’s okay.

Two minutes later, she falls asleep, resting her head on Amity’s.

When they wake up in the morning, it’s all apologies and blushing and everything Luz has started to get used to. But Amity has a small smile on her face despite her blush, and Luz has to admit: it’s the best nap she’s ever had.

#lumity #the owl house #writins #firsts and seconds #(thats what this series is called)

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its-deputy-caleb · 4 years ago

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haiiiiiiiiiiiiii can we get a john x fem reader wherein the reader is the doctor and a friend of the macfarlanes and they patch him up after getting shot by bill LOL (rdr1!! i’m not sure if you’ve played that but if you havent it’s ok to ignore this tysm :3)

WOAHH this is long overdue but I haven’t played the first (don’t kill me) so I decided to watch a 10hr play through— I’m yet to finish it cause its long and I’m watching it in short segments but I think I could tackle this. I really hope this doesn’t flop bc idk what I’m doing lmao.

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It’s just a regular afternoon when Bonnie returns back to the ranch, you’re cleaning some of the medical cabinets, making lists of what needs to be topped up when you next take a trip to town or the Ranch’s general store. It’s light work for an easy afternoon but that all change pretty quickly when Bonnie came storming through the door, asking you for help on a man who’d been shot and needed urgent medical attention.

The list of medicines is dropped to the floor as she shows you to one of the units where he was currently laid out in the bed. You sat down, clearing his shirt and jacket to stop the bleeding and clean the wound. You were well focused on your work, stitching up the wound with practiced ease and addressing his other minor injuries like the small cut to the back of his head from hitting the ground and the bruising to his ribs from the bullet wound. Unbeknown to you, Bonnie has taken a stand behind your shoulder to watch you work.

“Damn fool thought he could take out Bill Williamson.”

“Bill Williamson?”

You could only stare down in surprise at the unconscious man before you. A man like Bill Williamson was not to be reckoned with, especially in a shootout if the evidence before you is anything to go by.

It took a few more hours of care but Bonnie stayed with you to make light of the situation and keep you company, only coming and going to bring back any supplies you needed. Once you’d properly bandaged his abdomen you stood from the shabby wooden stool you were sitting on and dusted your hands. You collected your tools into your bag and placed a soft hand to Bonnie’s shoulder.

“He should be fine now. He’s going to need lots of rest while his wound heals and he’ll probably be disoriented and dehydrated when he wakes but nothing more, you’ll find me if his condition worsens?”

Bonnie gave you a short nod in agreement, happy to stay with him for a few hours while you went and got some rest.

John woke with a splitting headache and a burning pain in his side. The events of the last few days coming back to him. He didn’t get time to think about it much however, when a golden haired woman came through the door, instantly giving him a light hearted lecture about chasing after Bill Williamson and getting shot at.

“Well while you may have done something stupid— we got to you in time and the Doc fixed you up real fine, got the bullets removed a few days ago. You’re a lucky man Mr…err?”

John made his way to the edge of the bed, sitting up and groaning at the pain that is usual for a bullet wound.

“Mr. Marston— John Marston and I suppose I should be thankin’ him for fixing me up.”

The woman leaned against the handle of the door, watching him shuffle on his feet awkwardly as she smirked at him.

“Bonnie MacFarlane. Miss, Bonnie MacFarlane and I hope you do thank her. She did a real fine job of takin’ care of you. She spends her mornings up on the hill by one of the large oak trees by the paddock, I suggest you pay her a visit before you start working off your medical bills.”

And with that, John picked up his hat from the wooden table that Bonnie had saved for him and started making his way over to you.

You were standing over by one of the smaller sheep paddocks off to the side of the MacFarlane Ranch and took in a deep breath, basking in the morning sun and leaning your elbows against the fence. You usually took the mornings to yourself, having half an hour to wake up slowly and enjoy yourself before you tented to a range of injuries and illnesses. Having been longtime friends to Bonnie and her father, your family had always been respected at the ranch and that came with certain privileges such as time off work in the morning.

Your peaceful moment was distributed, but not unpleasantly as you noticed the man who Bonnie bought in yesterday walking towards you. When he reached a certain distance his hat came off and held it in his hands, flattening his stringy hair as he addressed you.

“Pardon me ma’am, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Miss MacFarlane said you were the one needed thanking for taking care o’ me— so thank you.”

You noticed how he fiddled with the brim of his hat in his hands, trying not to look what you’d guess was embarrassed.

After you two introduced each other and you accepted John’s thanks, you offered for him to come and stand beside you by the fence.

“So who does a man have to be to go after an outlaw and bandit such as Bill Williamson?”

Your question was supposed to be lighthearted and fun, ready to tease him just as Bonnie had done for waltzing into Fort Mercer alone. You didn’t expect for John to answer you honestly

“An old friend…”

You stared at him in shock but he didn’t seem to notice as he stared out into the paddock of grazing sheep.

“Wait you know Bill Williamson?”

He could only nod for a moment, giving you a polite but almost sad smile at what seemed like a painful memory.

“Yes ma’am. There was a time when Bill and I weren’t so different.”

You actually spent a lot longer than you’d anticipated talking to John. For some reason unknown to you, John seemed to open up a fair bit. Maybe it all came down to the fact that you were approachable and kind, a quality you needed as the ranches doctor. Nevertheless he spent hours telling you about some of his time with the old ‘Van Der Linde Gang’. John spoke of train robberies and homesteads, what it was like to steal from folk and live wildly. He even mentioned gang rivalries and the epic tale of surviving a wolf attack.

He told you of some of the best times and even the worst but all of them were distance memories and he seemed quick to change the topic about why exactly he wanted to ‘reunite’ with Bill.

“What about you, Miss? How’d you end up here? Don’t see many female doctors around— w-with no offence intended ma’am.”

You let out a small laugh, hearing his curiosity turn to something desperate as he realised he may have been offensive. You kept your weight on one elbow, facing towards him and smiled.

“Well my daddy is the head doctor but he’s now semi retired. He’s a good man but he wasn’t always a doctor. A long time ago, when I was just a little girl our family were ranch handlers just like Bonnie’s family, but well… one season all the cattle got sick and were dying so my father moved to medicine. The MacFarlane’s are old friends and we’ve been with them ever since.”

John hummed, turning his gaze from you to stare at the vast Ranch that was almost a village in his eyes.

“Seem like good people— real decent folk.”

You nodded in response, growing up on this ranch became your home and you loved the MacFarlane’s very deeply.

“Indeed they are Mr.Marston, decent folk are hard to come by these days.”

Your pleasant conversation with John was suddenly interrupted by Bonnie who whistled down by the stables, clearly signalling for John to come and assist her with chores around the ranch. You could only hope that meant seeing more of John.

“It seems Miss MacFarlane will be needing my help. Thank you again ma’am, you saved my life.”

You didn’t get to say much as John took your hand in his, brining it to his mouth in a polite kiss to your knuckle before walking down the hill. He didn’t get far before you stopped him one last time.

“Oh Mr. Marston! I need to ride into town tomorrow to restock on medicines that they don’t stock at the general store. Would you be so kind as to accompany me?”

You eyes were full of hope and joy as he nodded and gave you a warm smile.

“It’s John, and I could think of nothing better than to help you ma’am”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread onto your face as you watched John load his horse and ride of with Bonnie and a few others to work at various places around the ranch. You couldn’t stop the fluttery feeling in your stomach either at the anticipation and excitement of getting to see the mysterious but intriguing man John Marston.

(I will do a part 2 since i need more time to get a feel for rdr1!!)

#wow my first rdr1 fic #i have no idea what im doing #if this is horrible pls tell me bc i am soo lost #but i hope i did johnny justice here #and yes i promise a part 2 #john marston #john marston x reader #john marston imagines #red dead redemption 1 #red dead redemption #rdr1 #rdr2 #fem!reader

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enviedear · 5 years ago

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miss moonlight, put in a word → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which draco sees the same annoying hufflepuff he’s enamored within his dreams every night, but can’t muster up the courage to talk to her in waking life. so instead he talks to the moon, telling the rock that’s miles away, everything he wants to tell her. little does he know, she does the same thing.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 3k

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its a little angsty im sorry. but im nervous abt this and have been sitting on posting it for almost a month now so please lmk if you like it :)

based off the songs talking to the moon by bruno mars and please mr sun by tommy edwards

she waves at him, her eyes holding a happy glimmer. he walks closer to her and wraps his long arms around her, pulling her close. he breathes in her scent and she giggles. it sounds like heaven. he holds her like that for what feels like forever before she pulls away.

he watches as she sits down in the grass, patting the place beside her.

“sit draco.” she commands. he complies.

“i love it when i’m asleep. you’re here and the world is so much more peaceful.” he smiles, a real true smile. not like the ones he usually gives now.

“but imagine if we were awake. the world might not be so wonderful, but we’d have each other. and the sun. and the wind. and the trees. and missus moon.” she grins, looking up at the bright blue sky.

he wants to agree, and tell her that’s all they’ll ever need. but he knows he can’t. because truth be told he needs more. he needs to know his family will be safe. he needs to know if he’ll make it out of his sixth year alive. he needs more than the sun and moon.

instead, he places his head in her lap, relishing in the way her fingers card through his hair. she sings a song he can’t place as he falls asleep.

“i love you y/n” he whispers, right before he dozes off.

that’s how the dreams usually end. he always slips off to sleep so peacefully in your arms. but when he wakes up, he’s still in the slytherin dorm, lonely and afraid.

yours end in the same way, and when you wake, you’re clutching your pillow as if it’s him. you don’t dare tell anyone about the dreams. your friends and family would think you mad. but it’s enough for you to be able to have them, even if you’re not sure if they’re shared or not.

you see the way he looks in the dining hall, potions, and in passing. he’s always so monotonous. so unlike the boy you’ve grown up with.

you of course have dreams, where he’s told you everything that has happened to him. he’s confessed to you that he’s working with voldemort, for his parents' sake. he even told you about dumbledore. but no matter how much you beg him to leave that life behind, he can't. besides, you’re dreaming all of this. who’s to say it’s even real.

so you stay away, yearning for bedtime. where you can talk to the boy you love more than anything else in the world.

you’re not sure how the dreams started but you have an idea.

and so does draco.

he reckons he must have used some sort of wandless magic the night he was thinking to himself on the astronomy tower. it had been a humid night and he was all alone. his eyes deadset on the bright moon in front of him. he had just started talking.

he knew the moon wasn’t someone that could actually listen but then again, maybe that’s what he wanted? he didn’t want someone to place any input on his situation. he just wanted to speak and let his thoughts travel into the void and maybe out from his aching head.

“i just want everything to be okay. mother deserves a son who can protect her and.. father needs me. i can’t fail. i just wish i had someone to talk to when the sun goes down. someone kind and someone warm. i know they’re somewhere out there. but maybe all i’ll ever have is you missus moon, at night when it’s just the stars to listen in to our conversation.” the boy had mumbled, before making his way to his dorm room.

you had been having a word with missus moon that night as well, alone in your hufflepuff prefect dorm. you thought yourself lucky to have a window so that you could see the stars and the moon. you were fighting sleep and had no one else to speak to, so you watched the bright yellow moon as you recounted your troubles.

“my dreams have been so bad recently missus moon. i think it’s because i’m still so scared for everyone and myself. they say the dark lord could strike any day. i’d hate for anyone i love or even myself to end up like poor cedric. i wish i had someone to talk to, someone to understand. everyone thinks i’m crazy, but they don’t know what i know. the world is getting scary. at least when the stars light up my room i have you missus moon.” you had sighed getting off the floor and laying down in your bed.

that night draco dreamt of flower fields and you. at first, the boy wondered if maybe it was real. it seemed real. he could see you and everything around you so vividly. and the same for you, you made out his platinum hair and could smell his crisp cologne. but when the two of you awoke, you knew it couldn’t be real.

until the next night, where the both of you met again in your dreams.

“are you following me?” you had asked draco.

he narrowed his eyes at you, “how could i follow you into a dream. what a stupid thing to ask.”

“you’re supposed to be nice to me. this is my dream after all.” you had pouted.

draco snorted, “i need to stop drinking tea before bed. i’m having dreams where the people in them think they’re the ones doing the dreaming.”

“but i am the one dreaming! this is my dream. i can control it, watch!” you’d grinned, before commanding a nearby tree to grow apples.

draco’s eyes had widened, “no, this can’t be right.”

you watched as he wished for the tree to grow taller before glaring at you, “smack yourself.”

you glared back at him, “no, but you can shove your fist down your throat if you’re going to be rude.”

draco circled you, “so you don’t have to do what i tell you and neither do i. strange.”

“why would i have to do what you tell me to do in my own dream?” you’d asked.

the boy had shrugged, “maybe it’s not just your dream. maybe it’s mine too.”

that’s the most the two of you ever discussed the shared dreams. after that there wasn’t a need. you both enjoyed them. both of you needed them.

once in study hall you caught draco reading a book about dreams but you didn’t ask him about it. in truth, you were too afraid to have him label you as insane.

draco found himself wanting to speak with you too. countless times. he had grown quite fond of you after the dreams he found you in every night. so in the daytime, he would sneak glances at you. he took notice if you did your hair differently or if your makeup was done. of course, he knew he couldn’t talk to you. you’d think him mad. still, he found himself dropping subtle clues to see if you’d come over to him, like reading a ghastly book about dreams in a class the two of you shared. it hadn’t worked but he could have sworn he caught you looking his way.

draco spends hours obsessing over you, the dreams, and the few glances you would give him. but the vanishing cabinet is almost fixed and he knows it’d be foolish to speak to you now. no matter how much he wishes to run into your arms and tell you to take him away from here, he won’t.

it’s a dreary day in june and you’re getting snacks for some of the first years when you hear it. maniacal laughter and breaking glass. your first thought is to check on your house. you rush into the hufflepuff common room and make sure everyone’s ok and then urge them to stay safe. they nod and bolt to their dorms.

then, you make your way to the source of the noise. the dining hall, which is torn to shreds, is crawling with death eaters. you feel lightheaded as you watch them. out of the corner of your eye, you see professor snape making his way to the astronomy tower.

curious, you quietly sneak behind him, careful not to make yourself known. you hear a voice above you. a voice you recognize.

draco.

you’re trying your hardest to figure out what he’s saying but you can’t. all the sounds around you are blending together and you can’t seem to calm down enough to hear anything. when the professor reaches the tower, underneath the scene of whatever is going on, you stay behind.

in a flash, the teacher is out of your vision and upstairs in the chaos.

“severus, please.” is all you hear before the killing curse bolts out of snape’s mouth.

you stand in shock as the footsteps trail out of the tower. draco. snape. dumbledore. death eaters. it was all so much.

“y/n! are you ok?” a watery-eyed harry potter asks from beside you. you don’t even question how he got here or if he saw what you did. instead, you fling your arms around him and stare at the wall petrified. no tears can escape your eyes, you’re in disbelief.

“come on. you have to breathe and we have to get down there. get your wand ready. we have to do something!” he shouts, voice breaking.

you look at him for a second before he bolts out of the room, wand in hand.

instead of trying to fight, talking to anyone about what you saw, or even going to look at your headmaster’s dead body like everyone else, you slip quietly into your prefects dorm.

you watch the moon until she’s gone and when you see mr sun the tears finally fall. you mumble, “talk to him please, mr sun.”

draco glanced at the blinding sun from the malfoy garden, where he had spent the night. he couldn’t be in that house. not after everything that happened. so instead, he sat in the garden thinking of his best thoughts, you.

he watches the sunrise, listens to the winds and the robins singing, and mutters to himself, “tell her how i feel. it shouldn’t end this way. since you are all her friends, she’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

a baby robin sings a little louder, almost like it’s agreeing, and it causes the boy to cry.

it’s an eerily quiet early morning in the room of requirement on the second of may. you’re in the back of the room, trying to sleep. sleep has become your only form of happiness. your dreams have become a wonderful fairytale. draco is still prevalent and he holds you tighter and tighter with each night.

almost as soon as you drift to bed, you hear gasps. you look up to find harry, ron, and hermione. without a care in the world, you rush to the three just like everyone else. harry gives you a weak smile and you return it.

the three of them explain that today is the day. today is the day the world is split into two and voldemort attacks. plans are arranged and everyone holds each other close.

selfishly, you wish you could see draco.

minutes later, a meeting is called by snape in the dining hall. You watch as neville and ginny procure robes for the green-eyed boy and walk to the hall.

the carrows look at everyone with malice in their eyes as snape drones on about a sighting of harry in hogsmeade. soon after, harry shows himself and begins arguing with the black-haired man. he tells everyone about the night in the astronomy tower.

mcgonagall throws curses at the man along with harry before he flies out of the hall. The woman looks at all of us, eyes wide but determined.

in a rush, everyone is scattered about. you follow neville to the bridge and help as much as you can. when the death eaters, led by greyback, enter hogwarts, you stand your ground. you’re ready to fight.

draco easily locates blaise and goyle before heading off to find his wand and harry potter. his chest aches with looming fear but he tries to repress it the most he can.

“i guess this is it boys.” blaise sighs.

draco looks at his friend, “we’ll be fine. just stay safe and together. don’t go weak on me now zabini.”

you’re doing your best to fight off corban yaxley but every time you’re ready to throw a killing blow his way he narrowly hits you with the killing curse. your fighting in a state of pure unadulterated anger. it’s been hours of fighting but your anger remains.

“stupid little girl, you’ll be dead before nightfall.” yaxley spits before hitting you with a weak spell.

you still double over a bit, but hold your ground enough to raise your wand and hit him with the cruciatus curse. in the corner of your eye you watch professor flintwick begin dueling the vicious man, before running inside the castle.

fire burns everywhere around draco. he’s about to turn to blaise and say his goodbyes before potter snatches him up and leads him out of the room of requirement. the second he’s on the ground he makes a run for it. he loses blaise on the way and can’t seem to figure out where to go. he’s on the second floor, tears are pooling out of his eyes and the ache in his chest has grown when his body collides with another.

you fall back, hitting your head against the hard stone of the castle floor. when you look up, your vision is hazy and shaky.

“y/n?”

you know that voice. it’s the same voice you’ve heard every single night for a year.

“draco?” you ask, hands reaching out.

“you’re bleeding. let me help,” he says before gently healing your head.

you stare at the boy, “you know it feels weird to see you. i’ve never really spoken to you besides the dreams.”

his eyes grow wide, “you know about those?”

you smile a little, “yeah, i do.”

the two of you find yourselves entering the great hall, helping whoever you two can.

draco is comforting a teary-eyed second year when blaise zabini comes in, eyes bloodshot and clutching his right arm.

you watch as the two embrace, pulling apart so that draco can tend to his arm.

minutes that feel like hours pass as the three of you silently process the commotion going on around you.

a tattered luna lovegood emerges through the rubble and towards the three of you.

“everyone’s outside now- harry he... i think you all should come with me.” her shaky voice requests.

draco looks to you and nods, helping you rise. his hand grasps yours and you all follow luna outside.

all around you is destruction. the place you’ve called home for years in now a bruised battleground and at the very center of it stands the man you’ve come to fear more than anything in the world. voldemort.

“harry potter, is dead.” the creature laughs.

you grip draco tighter and he looks at you with an expression of sorrow.

“from this day forth you put your faith in me. and now is the time to declare yourself! come forward and join us. or die.” the man spits, smiling at the broken faces opposite him.”

it is quiet for just a moment before lucius malfoy calls for his son. you watch the man and his wife plead with him. but his hand remains in yours and feet right beside you.

you look up at him and give him your brightest smile, a smile you would give him in dreams. as he peers down at you he knows that nothing in the world means more to him than you and that smile he’s spent hours telling missus moon about.

“you insolent boy, draco!” the snake-like man hisses.

you turn to face him, eyes wide with fury and hate.

neville begins limping toward the band of villains.

“i’d like to say something.” the boys breathes out.

voldemort smirks at him, “well neville i’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“you’re wrong! harry’s heart did beat for us, for all of us!” and with that, he pulls the sword of godric gryffindor out of the sorting hat he’s been clutching and aims it at the deatheaters and their leader.

draco’s head cranes in harry’s direction, and in an instant, the boy flies out of hagrid’s arms and throws a spell at voldemort.

you cry out along with everyone else before watching voldemort’s followers disappear.

“come on, we’ve fought enough. i won’t let you die now!” draco commands, leading you to the bridge.

you follow, but turn to look at the castle one last time. draco stops as well and you see him meet ron and hermione’s gaze. ron nods his head and draco returns the gesture.

“let’s go draco.” you sigh.

he didn’t know he’d see you again. the two of you had gone to your home to bathe and sleep and when the boy found himself in his dreams, he saw you.

you smile at the platinum haired boy, “sit draco.”

he complies.

“i hope you haven’t gotten tired of seeing me. i suppose it will be a lot now. to have me in waking and in sleep.” you giggle.

draco stares at you deeply, “i could never get tired of you. i’ve spent a year talking to the moon, trying to get you. in hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too. i’ve asked the sun to tell you all the things i couldn’t, the wind to whisper all the things i love about you, all the rainbows to make you smile, and the trees to take you under their branches. i’d want nothing more than this.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, “i’m here now and we have eternity to tell eachother the things we haven’t said yet.”

the two of you can’t help but to stare at the moon some nights, silently thanking missus moonlight for putting in a word.

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khodorkovskaya · 3 years ago

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family drama update (spoiler: it’s not even drama anymore, it’s straight up child abuse)

i went to see my dad in montenegro for a couple of days (should’ve been a week but i couldn’t stand it anymore so i took a night bus to sarajevo to escape this mess lol) and thing are worse than ever.

first of all, he looks terrible. he drinks a bottle of vodka every day + beer and wine in gigantic quantities. his face is all red, he has like red spots and acne everywhere. and weird thing to say but alcohol makes you pee, right? but he like... never goes to the bathroom. like ever. i think his kidneys are all fucked up. and overall he looks terrible.

his wife is the same, she drinks even more than the last time i visited them. when everyone goes to bed she goes downstairs and drinks by herself. it’s so bad.

and also i accidentally discovered a whole ass cupboard full of bottles. i thought they only drank what was visible like in the kitchen cabinets but no, they have bottles hidden all over the house.

and... they have a one and a half year old! :)))))))))))))))))))

on the bright side, the baby is healthy i think. she’s super smart. she can eat by herself with a fork, she can say mama and papa, overall i had a very good impression. compared to other kids her age she’s developing very well! and she’s super cute! they hired a nanny who comes every day and she’s a wonderful lady, im v happy that there’s that at least.

but here’s the not so fun part. the parents don’t care about the baby at all. the mum is apathetic at best and annoyed at worst. she doesn’t play with her daughter, doesn’t express her love in any way. anytime the baby says “mama”, she rolls her eyes and asks my dad or the nanny to take her. it’s heartbreaking to watch bc she’s drunk all the time. and seeing an innocent baby reach out to her is just... heartbreaking. oh and she’s still breastfeeding. oh and also, sidenote, they have no baby seat in the car! when they drive around the baby is by herself with no seatbelt, just crawling around at the back seat.

my dad and his wife hate each other. it’s super toxic. bc the only way they can bear being around each other is when they’re drunk. and even then, they’re always insulting each other, swearing and stuff. being around them is the most stressful thing. last time i came to visit they were throwing wine glasses at each other, it was so bad. they can’t stand each other, but they’re so interdependent nothing can change. so my dad is just... killing himself slowly... which i didn’t care about before because hey his life his choice. but now that they have a child idk what to do.

they both told me on two separate occasions that the plan is to give me the baby “if anything happens”. and judging by the situation, that “anything” is gonna happen quite soon. i have no idea how im gonna be able to take care of a child in the near future. and plus my bf i strongly against it bc he doesn’t want to have a problem child who’s gonna mess things up in our own family when we have kids. so where is this baby gonna go? she has no one except for me: my dad’s wife isolated him from his family and his whole family hates him, the two of them have no reliable friends bc of their alcoholism (or any friends to be honest), etc. who else is going to take the baby when both of them eventually die or are too deep into alcoholism to function? i can definitely raise her and give her a better life, in theory. but im 23, living in a studio flat with no stable income. and legally, how would that even work?

so yeah... should i try to change things? how can i do anything in this situation? is it all beyond saving and should i just watch my dad slowly kill himself? do i have the mental strength to save anyone? and is it even my place to save anyone? it was bad already but now their toxic relationship created an unwanted child that nobody wants to take care of. what the fuck.

#personal #don't judge pls #it's v hard for me to cope with this #idk what to do

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buckys-other-punk · 4 years ago

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What the Hell is The Catch?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve and Y/N are forced by their friends to go out speed dating. Little did they know they would find their perfect match.

Warnings: alcohol, fluff, teasing and cussing

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: HI I’m back!! First off, sorry @stuckonjbbarnes that this was late, I wanted to write this on time before the due date but my classes were literally beating my ass (BUT I did actually get inspiration for this fic idea by my stupid interpersonal relationships class so i guess that’s a win?) Anyways thank you for letting me join your writing challenge and ILY. Second, hello again! Hopefully my writing is still worth reading lol, since I have free time I will try to write more and hopefully complete my WIPs. As always, please ignore my minor mistakes (i’m lazy to edit) and lemme know what you think of this fic!

Bucky and Sam had somehow convinced Steve to go on a speed dating event at a nearby bar. Steve wasn’t really in the mood to go out and mingle with horny women. All Steve wanted that night was to relax in bed and watch a movie about this group of people who dream hop (a/n: aka Inception lol i couldn’t think of an easier way to describe this movie). Steve sat on his bed ready to watch the movie then his friends bombarded his space about how lonely he is. As much as Steve wanted to brush the two off they annoyed him so much that he caved in. Now Steve was sitting at some bar with a pen and questionnaire in his hand.

Natasha and Wanda had somehow forced you to go on a speed dating event at your guys’ favorite bar. You, having no choice, rummaged through your closet looking for a good outfit. ‘At least I’ll be getting free drinks.’ saying to yourself. You picked out a black dress that has lace sleeves which accentuates your curves. Nat and Wanda of course approved the dress immediately, they gave you your red clutch and shoved you out the door.

You huffed as you got out of your cab staring at the bar dreading to ‘mingle’ with men. Walking into the bar a couple greeted you with obnoxious smiles.

“Hello! Welcome to our single’s speed dating night.” the woman said, handing you a name tag. You took note of her flashy diamond ring. You returned the smile and wrote a random name on the name tag. “Is this your first time, Twyla?”

“Hmm?” you looked confused, then remembered your fake name. “Oh, Twyla! Me, I’m Twyla. Yes. sorry.” you replied.

“No need to be nervous dear.” the man next to her said. “We’re all here to have fun right?” he said with a smile looking around the area.

God, you hated being here already.”You two seem lovey-dovey. Did you two meet in one of these things?” you asked looking at the pair.

“Yes we did actually!” she said with a smile looking up at her man. “And just a few months later he proposed.” she added looking at her ring. You smiled then looked at the man, he looked behind you and quickly went back to his fiance. You turned slightly to “take in the area” and saw a woman with a flirtatious smile towards the man.

Rolling your eyes and glancing back at the couple. You just wanted to get some free drinks and go back home. “Are the drinks free?” you asked the couple.

“Yes, but-” the lady started to say but you waved her off grabbing the questionnaire on the table.

“That's all I need to hear. Thank you.” you said walking away from the pair and towards the bartender. “Hey, can I get a old fashioned please?” you asked the bartender who nodded and proceeded to make you drink. You scouted the area like you would on a mission and nobody was really peaking your interest. There was a woman who seemed right up your alley, but you had a feeling she wouldn’t swing your way. Sighing, you turned back to the bartender who handed you your drink. Taking a sip and pulling out your phone from your clutch you began texting the girls about how sad this event is and that you were ready to walk out.

“Can I have everyone’s attention please?” the lady from earlier said through the microphone in her hand. As you looked up from your phone you saw her fiance standing next to her with his own mic in his hand. His other hand holding the woman’s hand as he eyed a woman near him.

‘Dear lord. He’s going to cheat on this poor woman.’ you said to yourself. You downed your drink and signaled the bartender for another one.

“We are going to ask the guys to pick a table with a number on it and stay there. Ladies please go to the table closest to you and begin talking with your partner. Once you guys hear this bell.” the lady’s boyfriend rang lightly. “You can move onto the next table going counter clockwise.” she added with a giddy smile.

“Alright love birds. Let’s get this thing started.” the man said to the crowd. You grabbed your drink and headed to the table closest to you. You saw the man who was seated at the table, on his phone not really caring about the event. He was wearing a leather jacket and dark shades. ‘This dude is a douche.’ you thought to yourself, downing your second drink as you stood across from him.

“So, you come here often?” he says not looking up from his phone.

“Oh god, no.” you replied with a fake southern accent. “I just came because my boyfriend turned into a mountain lion and tried to kill me.” you said politely looking at the man.

“Oh that’s nice.” he said but then realized what you said. “I’m sorry…” he began as he pushed his sunglasses a bit down to read your name tag. “Twyla? Did you say he turned into a mountain lion?” he looked at you concerned.

“OH, yes!” you said ever so sweetly. “You see, Caleb wanted me to join his cult and I refused. He got so angry that his eyes began to turn yellow and he started clawing at his face with his hands. Just when he finished turning into a mountain lion, the high priestess of his cult commanded him to capture me to be their sacrifice for their next meal.” you said with a straight face, looking dead into the man’s wide eyes. His mouth was hanging open, speechless. Just when he was about to ask you another question you both heard the bell. The man sighed in relief downing his drink as you waved goodbye to him and chuckled as you walked to the next table.

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Steve was staring at his drink as a woman walked up to him. He noticed that this was the woman who was eying up the man who hosted the event. Steve smiled at the woman anyways as he introduced herself. He looked down at his questionnaire trying to figure out what to ask the lady. The woman who talked to him earlier just wanted a rebound and the woman before that didn’t even say anything to him.

“So, I noticed that you don’t really have any interest in being here.” he said kindly, looking at the woman.

“Yeah, I just did this so I can get my boyfriend’s attention.” she replied looking back at the male host.

“Your boyfriend seems to be a bit occupied.” Steve said as glanced at the man and back to the woman in front of him. “Are you sure he’s worth it sweetheart? I mean I don’t know your situation with him right now, but it seems that if he’s with that woman you’re not his main priority.” he added looking at the lady in remorse.

She looked up at Steve and pondered to herself. “You know, I think you’re right. I mean I’m practically his side chick when I want to be his main chick.” she said to Steve. “Thank you for making me realize that he’s not worth it and I should get my priorities straight, Steve. I’m sorry to leave you here alone, but I hope you find someone who deserves your kindness.” she said kindly, patting Steve's hand as she began to exit the bar.

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You noticed the woman who the male host was staring at earlier left the bar. ‘Good for her. Realizing that man ain’t shit.’ you said to yourself as you downed your third old-fashioned. You wanted to change things up..so you ordered a long island iced tea. The man who was sitting in front of you was going off about his sex fantasies and how he was looking for the right woman to please him. The previous man you only talked about work and was completely monotone.

You were completely ignoring whatever he was saying and waited for your drink and the damn bell to ring. A waitress brought your drink over and you looked around the bar as the strange sex crazed man kept going off about his fantasies. Finishing your drink in one go, since you weren’t drunk enough for this, your prayers were finally answered as you saw the lady host ring the bell. She seemed to be looking for her fiancé who left the bar to run after the woman, but she didn’t know that.

“Let’s make this next session a few minutes longer.” she said with a brief smile as she began to look for her fiancé. ‘Oh sweetie.’ you said to yourself feeling extra sorry for the woman. You grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter that was walking around the bar and sipped the drink as you walked to the next table.

While walking over to the next table not really paying attention to the man seated there, you were thinking of another crazy lie to tell the poor soul. Maybe lie about how you believe that an alien had taken over your body this very night and that the alien was looking for someone to bring back to their home planet. Or maybe that you believe that the world will be destroyed in exactly 24 hours from now and that the only way to save it is to kill a man who was at this very event. That idea might be too dark, but might scare them off.

As you approached the table you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

Looking up at the man in front of you in shock. “Steve? What the hell are you doing here?” you asked the man.

“Well, Bucky and Sam kind of convinced me to come down here and find a girlfriend.” he answered. “Why are you here?”

Right when you were about to answer he stopped you. “Wait, let me guess. Free drinks? Don’t you already raid Stark’s liquor cabinet every weekend?” he said with a smile.

“Hey, fuck you Rogers. I’ll have you know I was forced to come here by Nat and Wanda.” you said sassily but paused. “But I mean you’re right anyways.” you added chuckling.

“I guess our friends thought the same about our love lives.” he said while taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” you smiled at him.

“We don’t have any.” he chuckled and you laughed along with him.

“I mean, you do have a point there Rogers.” you giggled as you finished your drink. You waved the waitress down ordering another glass of champagne.

“How many have you had?” Steve said motioning at your empty glass.

“I don’t know like 3 or 4? I’m not keeping count if they’re free.” you replied to the man.

“Well I don’t want you running off somewhere.” he said protectively.

“Rogers, you do know I have a strong alcohol tolerance” you asked looking at his blue eyes.

“Yes, but I still want you to be safe.” Steve replied as he drank his glass of water.

“Steve, I am literally an Avenger like you. I can take care of myself.” you huffed rolling your eyes. “You should live a little anyway, the drinks are free for a reason.”you added wiggling your eyebrows. This time Steve rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Fine, since you’re keeping me company for how long our little speed date is I’ll drink.” he smiled as he waved the waitress over and asked for a glass of whiskey. “But you do know that my alcohol tolerance is stronger than yours right?” he said, winking at you.

You giggled as your cheeks began to warm up. ‘Oh god, why is the alcohol now getting to me.’ you said to yourself as you gleaned around the room. You noticed that the host of your event went outside and found her fiancé.

Steve thanked the waitress as she returned with your guys’ drinks. He looked up at you and his eyes skimmed over your frame. He had never seen you in that dress before, maybe it was new? Regardless, you looked beautiful wearing anything. Taking a sip of his drink he looked towards where you were staring at. He saw the host of the event talking to her boyfriend aka the man that was cheating on her.

“I talked to the girl he was seeing.” Steve said.

“Yeah, I saw her leave the bar. Did you upset her?” you asked, looking back at the supers soldier.

“God no, I gave her advice.” he replied looking back at you. “I told her that he wasn’t worth it.”

“Smart. I was thinking of telling our host, but she seemed so in love with him I didn’t want to hurt her. I mean I am a stranger to her after all.” you admitted taking a sip of your drink.

“Hopefully, she’ll find out.” Steve shrugged. “So find anyone interesting?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Nope, I’ve been trying to scare most of them off.” you giggled as thought back to your first date.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” Steve laughed when he finally noticed your name tag. “Twyla? Y/N, you really didn’t want to be here huh?” he asked as he looked at you.

“Well, clearly no if I was messing with these poor men.” you chuckled while finishing your drink. “Why don’t we play a game since I don’t wanna mingle with anyone else right now.” you said as you looked up at Steve.

“What, now? What the hell is the catch?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he stared into your glistening eyes.

“Why does there have to be a catch? I’m just suggesting something to do, unless you do want to mingle with one of these women?” you replied with a quirked eyebrow.

Steve shook his head, “Not really, but I feel like you’re up to something.”

You shook your head no. “Come on it’ll be fun.” you begged.

“Ok fine. What did you have in mind.” he sighed as he looked at you.

“An easy game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.” you said with a smile. The alcohol was now affecting and building your confidence. You saw Steve’s Adam's apple bob as he nodded.

“Kill? That’s a little harsh.” Steve said as he looked at you.

“Seriously? Kill is harsh, but fuck is ok?” you whined at him and he nodded. ”Fine, then avoid instead of kill, you baby.” you added shaking your head.

“Who are your picks then?” he asked as he downed his drink.

“Simple, the lady you gave advice to, the woman in the very short dress and me.” you smirked as you took a sip of his water.

“Ok, avoid short dress woman, marry the woman I gave advice to and then have sex with you.” he answered honestly staring at you. You blinked in astonishment by his answer.

“Damn, Rogers you answered that way too quickly. Can I get an explanation as to why your answers came so easily?” you asked, staring at the blond.

‘Well, short dress woman I would avoid because I talked to her earlier and I was not feeling it. I would marry the woman I gave advice to because she seems to have good intentions.” Steve said confidently. “And I guess that leaves me to fuck you because I want to.” he added with lustful eyes.

‘Holy shit! Did he just admit he wanted to fuck you?!’ you thought to yourself as you sipped some water.

“Some bold words coming out of your mouth Rogers.” you said trying to think of something or anything to get more information about that last thing he said.

“Why is it bold, when it’s the truth.” he said looking dead into your eyes.

“Well then fuck me already.” you whisper winking at him.

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Jetlagged buglar - Corpse x reader

Thank you so much @stylistiquements for letting me know about your prompt list. Finally, I am posting my spin on one of your lovely prompts. I really appreciate your patience and support <3

Pronounce: gender neutral

Warnings: none (mention of burglar)

Genre: fluff; platonic

Word count: 1996

Prompt: "I know it's 4 in the morning but ..."

~ A buglar broke into Corpse’s apartment, or at least that’s what he thinks.~

Corpse watches as his beloved green astronaut friend dramatically fell into the pool of lava. He had been, and still is, so sure Sykkuno is not one of the imposters of this round. The boy had also pleaded for his life, claiming his innocence, but to no avail. He had been found standing on top of Emma’s body by Jack. There had been no escape.

The new round began and forced him into action. The last thing he had wanted was to frame Sykkuno for his kill. It did buy him an alibi from Emma, who had met up with him in decontamination. She had not been experienced enough to realise Corpse had come from the direction of the kill to suspect him a little bit. She had quickly covered his ass and now he was free to begin his actual killing spree.

He decided that Emma should be kept alive as she seemed to be trusting him this round. His second kill was Brooke. She had been standing at the tree and it was all too easy to close the doors and hop into the vent. He met up with Emma afterwards again before splitting off to chase Tina into storage for another kill. Just as her little character fell to the floor, another body was reported. Not one he has made.

He listened to Dave describing where he had found the body when loud clattering of metal pulled him out of his concentration. He had heard rumour during this stream before. Soft sounds had distracted him momentarily now and then, making him question whether his neighbours were at it again. They could get pretty loud during arguments or resolving them. This clattering could not have been from his neighbours. It was too loud and not at all a sound he had heard from the other side of the wall before.

His attention was pulled back when someone questioned his location.

“Guys, I think someone is in my apartment.” He cautiously announced. Not wanting to be too loud in case the intruder could hear him.

“Sure! Where were you Corpse?” Rae interrogated him. Her voice strict and accusing. He quickly defended himself. He had not heard anything else, so maybe it did come from the neighbours. His defence, although slightly flawed, was accepted and Leslie was thrown out. The reason unknown to him as he had not listened to their conversation.

One more kill and the game would be won. He did not hesitate to call reactor to avoid one of the crewmates pressing the button. As he walked up to the left reactor, the victory screen played. A choired of no’s filled his ears, while Jack celebrated his win with Corpse. Normally he would join the celebration. This time another loud noise came from his living space.

“Guys. Guys. GUYS.” He whisper-yelled to get everyone’s attention. When only the among us theme came from his headphones he continued. “There is someone in my apartment. If I don’t return in ten minutes presume I am dead.” Without waiting for an answer, Corpse muted himself and took of his headphones. Grabbing a knife just to be sure in case there was indeed an intruder, he quietly stood up from his chair.

He had closed his door as usual. Hopefully, the intruder had not heard him speak. He had not been loud today due to his throat being slightly sore from being on other people’s streams lately. It might have helped him going undetected. Still, he was not fully sure whether or not there was an actual thief in his apartment. In the time he has speculated them being here and Corpse finally getting on the move the unknown presence had not moved from the main space. He was sure it would not take a thief that long to go through all his cabinets and other storage.

Slowly he opened the door to take a peek towards the origin of the loud noises. He could feel his heartbeat. The palm holding the doorknob clam. The lights were on, but he did not remember whether he himself forgot to turn them off or someone else had turned them on.

A thief would not turn the light on if they were on. Or this would have to be a very low experienced burglar.

Hearing no new sounds, he decided it was safe to investigate a little further. Corpse made sure to keep his eyes on the parts of his living room he could see, slowly making his way through the short hallway. When he finally arrived in the largest room, he did not spot anyone. No closets were opened nor was his stuff spread out on the floor. He let out a loud sigh. The loud noise had come from the neighbours after all.

Suddenly a head appeared above the counter, which provoked a loud scream to come out him. His heartbeat sped up again as he held his knife in front of him. He immediately lowered it when he realised who it was that stood in the middle of his kitchen.

The person in question seemed frozen. Eyes wide and arms filled with the snacks that previously housed the cabinets. None of them said anything, just staring at the other. Slowly they unloaded their arms on the counter.

"Look-," they were cut off by Corpse's hysterical laugh. After the initial shock of someone actually being in his house, laughing was all he could do to release the tension that had built inside him. The person behind the counter blinked dumbfounded before starting to whine.

"Corpse! Stop it's not funny!" Corpse on the other hand found the situation hilarious. The state he had found one of his best friends, (y/n), in was not one he would forget soon. It was not often you could find them in a total state of shock. The realisation that they had been busted red handed was imprinted on his retina.

"I thought you were a burglar!" Not that they were not. Except there is still a large difference between stealing a tv from a stranger or candy from your best friend. It was not unusual for Corpse to find (y/n) in his apartment holding a package of food. Sometimes, even his secret stash was raided. He had long topped from finding other placed to hide his special treats. It had always been to no avail.

The fact that he had not thought about the possibility of (y/n) being the one that broke into his home was due their vacation. Corpse had believed they would not be back in the States until later this week. If he had known they would be back already, he would not have assumed some burglar had though he could get anything valuable from this building.

"What? Why- okay. I know it's 4 in the morning, but I am extremely jetlagged, and I saw you go live so I knew you would be awake!” Corpse’s laughing subdued during the hastily explanation of the situation, leaving (y/n) to fiddle with one of the packed goods.

"I am pretty sure those are all the snack I own.” Corpse pointed to the snacks that now littered his counter. It was not much. A bag of potato chips, some candy bars, a pack of nuts he never ate one the plane and a pack of sour patches. (y/n) simply squinted their eyes at him, making him return the favour.

“They are mine now.” They slowly scooped the snacks off the counter into their arms again. He bursts out in laughter again, almost teared up from the look on their face. Snacks pushed flush to their chest, eyes that were squinted so far by now they had almost closed. Their nose and lips crunched. “Mine.” Was the last they said before making their way towards Corpse’s streaming room.

He had almost forgotten he was live due to the initial shock of someone being in this home. Quickly catching up with (y/n) he glided into his chair. The lobby screen was still on display and his chat flew by. All he could make out that he still had a few minutes before his agreed 10. He quickly unmuted to reassure his friend and chat that he was not harmed in anyway.

“I swear on my life Rae that I am fi-,” He failed to finish the sentence due to (y/n)’s facial expression. Dumb was the best way to describe it. They sat in a comfy chair next to him with their legs pulled up and their eyes were fixed on the screen, looking at some of the characters running circles around his. Their lips in a straight line, somehow still smiling.

Hiss laughter had caught their attention away. In response they grabbed one of his pillows of his bed that was just into reach.

"Stop. making. fun. of me!" Hitting Corpse rhythmically with their words. He tried to shield himself with his arms. Seeing as he could not stop his fit of laughter and his stomach started to hurt slightly, he was dubious whether to protect his head to hold is stomach.

The new voice that arose was recognized by two other people that have met up with Corpse in real life before, Dave and Emma.

"Is that (y/n)?" Dave’s English accent came out strong through Corpse’s headphones. He waved at (y/n) to stop hitting him for a second to catch his breath and answer the question he was asked. Dave, knowing more than enough to know the dynamic of these two, waited patiently on his answer. Rae on the other hand became hearable impatient by the long silence from Corpse’s side.

“Corpse. Answer the question!”

He slowly in and out haled to calm himself. A long loud sigh leaving his lips, before he answered the question. "Yes, yes, that's (y/n). Although I was right about the burglar as well. They are trying to raid my kitchen.”

(y/n) immediately sprang into action to react on that statement. Not wanting to be put in a bad light all by themselves. No, they would always happily share that special spot with a good friend. "Correct, TRYING. You literally do not have any food!"

"You dumped your arms full of MY snacks on MY table. Where I need space to actually play this game.” Corpse retorted.

“I think we established they are MY snacks now. Besides this is all you have. And it is not even touching your keyboard!” That statement was true. (y/n) had made sure to place the snack so that they did not hinder Corpse in their movements during his stream. A second reason for the snack to be not in close reach for Corpse was not named.

“I paid for those snacks.” It was a weak response. Corpse knew. But he rather let the bickering end sooner than later. His fans had been waiting anxiously for him to return and did not come to watch only to hear them bickering. However, looking at his chat they did not seem to mind at all. Still, there were more streamers live which audience might have a different opinion on that matter.

“Well, you did not pay for either Emma or me and we are definitely better snacks than I could ever find here.” They pointed to their friend’s little yellow character. “So, I think I will take these as payment thank you very much.”

Corpse burst out laughing again a few seconds after, clutching his stomach that could barely take any more damage. (y/n) very well knew that whatever they had said was not funny at all. Or at least not this funny.

"What are they saying? Unplug your headphones!” (y/n) demanded while scooting the chair closer to the monitor.

After unplugging his headphones, Corpse asked Emma to repeat herself to share the comment with their mutual friend. He quickly pressed a button to increase the volume when she spoke up.

“We’re only worth five snacks??”

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