#if the slightest allusion to him didn't make me want to throw up

[twospiritstooprideful]

I hope he gets the same churning in his stomach when he sees me as I do him

I fucking hate him

[atinycafe]

warning: light angst, hurt 2 comfort

“oh. oh no baby— don’t cry, please.”

you push hongjoong away as he gets closer to you. it hurt. the words that just stumbled out of his mouth, an allusion to how clingy you are apparently and how suffocating he feels around you slicing through you like knife on soft butter.

you had been fighting for the smallest thing for some days straight, the slightest actions setting both of you off, throwing icy comments at the other. but this time hongjoong pushed it too far, you had only asked him where he came from after he entered your house at 1am. was he at the studio? it wasn't the first time he arrived this late to your shared apartment but he always texted you about his whereabouts and cute messages, but this time nothing. you had been worrying yourself sick.

so when he snaps at you, the worry and tiredness tugging at your body, making it feel heavy only help the tears come out. you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles as he comes closer. you take a step backwards and you miss the horrified hurt that flashes through his eyes.

"baby, please look at me, let me touch you," his voice cracks as you fail to meet his eyes, settling to look at the soft rug seonghwa had bought you when you and hongjoong both moved in together. he takes another step towards but your hug yourself.

"it's okay, i get it, you need your space, i'll let you breathe," you say to him, turning to walk up the stairs but he grabs your wrist and you don't even push him away when he tugs at you, making you fall directly into his arm as he hugs your head, hiding it deeper in the material of his shirt.

"no baby, i didn't mean it, you know how i get when i'm tired, baby please," he mumbles against your hair and your sobs grow in volume. he can feel your fists tighten against the material and he knows it's been so long since he held you like this. guilt hits him as he notices your broken form, small hiccups in between cries and he's not sure you can even hear him. he tightens his hold, both of you now on the floor, you in between his thighs as he rocks you back and forth.

you both stay in this position for minutes, his back against the couch as he rubs circles on your back, your head muffled in his neck, which is wet from the tears that just evacuated your body. when he feels that your body had calmed down, not shaking from the tears he forced out of you he pulls you back softly.

he grabs your face in the warm palm of his hands, looking at the aftermath, the bloodshot red eyes that peek behind puffy eyelids. the sticky eyelashes that form wet spikes. the streaks of water on your cheeks, like beautifully carved rivers from erosion. the puffiness of your lips, always so big after you cry. his own eyes reflect the hurt he had caused you. so unbelievable that you stand there in front of him on your knees looking so frail and so tired. he passes a shaky finger on one of your prominant eyebag. he knows he's been the cause of the aggravated darkness under your eyes, knowing fully that you have trouble sleeping without him. his heart tugs at him once again, guilt making hard for him to find the right words.

"i," he starts, clearing his throat when you look at him with tired eyes, not knowing what to expect coming from him after days of bickering, "i need you to understand that what i said just now," he grabs at your cheeks with one hand when you unvonluntary turn away, not wanting to meet his eyes as you reminince the comments, "i did not mean one word, not one, baby i need you to believe me, you know how i get when i'm stressed, and i'm not making excuses, i shouldn't act like that, i know it. i never want to hurt you baby, you're so important to me—"

he's cut off when you bring him closer to you, your lips meeting his in a heartwrenching kiss. you kiss him like your life depends on it, like he's your lifeline. and hongjoong feels every tiny bit of emotion you try to convey through the kiss as he tastes the saltiness of your tears. or his he doesn't know, all he knows is that your lips are on his and he's the happiest man alive, so relieved.

he picks you up, walking up the stairs, and you don't even notice he's brought you in your bedroom until he softly puts you down on your mattress, still not separating yourself from his lips. you continue kissing, finally feeling whole after this tiring week.

he pulls pack and he takes another moment to stare at you. holding himself on his right forearm next to your head, his uses his left hand to brush the hair away from your face. the light is low in you room, only coming from the full moon outside of your window, but he swears you've never been this beautiful, eyes shining.

"you're so pretty when you cry."

you both let out small laughs at the absurdity of the comment he just out, breaking the soft atmosphere and he bends to peck you, kissing your front teeth instead.

"no but seriously," he passes a thumb over your eyebrow, "i'm sorry baby, are you still mad at me," when you shake your head sideways he lets out a soft sigh.

"lemme hear your voice pretty, missed it so much," he groans as he drops his head on your neck. instead of crying in the soothing spot he drops small pecks. you clear your throat, dry and tight from all the crying as you try to croak out an answer.

"i love you," you simply whisper, wincing when you hear how gruff you sound and he stills on top of you. he stops his pecks to open his mouth, taking a small part of the skin in his mouth, sucking slightly. he nibbles on red skin, perfect teeth rolling the flesh between them and he finally lets go, dropping one last chaste skin on the skin.

"i love you too. so much."

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[mellow-worlds]

I should concentrate on what could be. It's ok if I have setbacks.

Yesterday we talked a little. He said he doesn't want to treat me like dirt either, because I said I didn't want to treat him like that, except when he gets horny enough. And it stung a little, hearing him say he does want to treat me like that. But it's nice to know that it's not a general feeling, just to relieve tension or however you can justify kinks like that.

Yesterday morning he did treat me like that. It was fine, though, because we talked about it in the evening. But right after I did feel terrible. And I cried a little while laying next to him in bed, him watching videos and me barely moving. I had really bad thoughts. But we fell asleep and afterwards, everything was very nice. He treated me lovely. And like I said, we talked.

Yesterday he said he'd succumb to my every will. I said I didn't want that and no, and he said I don't have a will. He said I need to develop one. I said that if he has a will, he shouldn't throw it away. Actually, did I say that? I can't remember. But I did think it.

Anyway. It's true, I find comfort in sadness. It's how I've felt my entire life. Yesterday, I kept thinking that my entire life is just a lead up to me killing myself. And I looked at him and I got butterflies thinking I don't deserve him. And I thought I don't deserve to walk, to move, to feel, to breathe, to talk, nothing good ever came from it. Maybe that's not true? I'm not the best person, but ok things have come from me. I like some of the things I write and I like being nice to people and I like smiling for people. Even if, I find the classification of good and bad stupid. Even if nothing "good" ever acme from me, who's to judge? Who's to say that's what'd give me a right to exist? What entails a right to exist? Don't we all have it? No one can take that away from me.

I should try to get better and I am. Because L was so considerate yesterday. He told me lots of nice things and how he thinks I've already improved. I don't really think I have improved because of my setbacks, but I'm more fine with existing. I should just let myself live. I kind of am still afraid of opening up to people and showing myself because I am so scared of judgement, but that just means I have to become more sure of myself and be cooler, be someone I want to be.

L told me I should care less about how I come across, and he's right. He used to worry about that a lot as well. He's been very open to me about stuff like that. One day I'll be able to be more open about the thoughts I currently have to him, but rn it'd just make him worried. Yesterday I made the slightest allusion of me wishing to die, a minor joke about my head being cut off and he said it's not funny at all, and told me to stop and idk, he was worried. IOt was sweet of him and I hugged him. He is very considerate, I just don't always write about it, because I use this blog to air my negative emotions, so really, I do think he's the sweetest and I do appreciate him sooooo much.

Recently we had a minor fight. It was more a pretend fight from his pov but I didn't understand that and both of us kept insisting. I told him I had a bad time and asked him what my takeaway from this should be. He told me why he kept insisting and that he himself didn't know how seriously he was being with his arguments, and we both helped eachother understand the other one's pov. It was nice. And he said it was nice that I stood up for myself. :) It's true. I like to think it was selfish of me, but no. I need to function in this relationship as much as he does and if we can avoid situations that make either of us feel uncomfortable then we should avoid them. It wasn't really a fight. We weren't mad at eachother and we talked about it immediately. It was nice, talking about it.

He said he loves me twice yesterday :) <3

[giorno-plays-piano]

Crimson Gods

Pairing: vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: non-con, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of death and suicidal thoughts, allusion to breeding.

Words: 2362.

Summary: Living in the world where most lands are governed by the Noble, ancient vampires who shed human blood simply for their own amusement, you try leading a quiet and secluded life along with your mother. Sadly, you aren’t prepared when a vampire comes to your town.

P.S. When I was younger, I really, really loved Vampire Hunter D. I watched the movie again yesterday, and here’s the result ahahah. 

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It was way past midnight, but you couldn't force yourself to sleep, tossing and turning in your comfy bed while thinking of your travel tomorrow. You were supposed to leave the town for the first time in years to visit your grandmother who lived in the Northern Frontier Sector, and now you dreamt of how you were going to embrace her, kiss her cheeks despite her scolding you for not behaving properly in public. You hadn't seen her in 7 years. After the incident, you had never even once left the town, and your grandmother could hardly travel so far due to her age. Of course, you kept exchanging letters, but how could a cold letter, though written with great respect, replace a live communication?

While you kept wondering how your encounter would go, all of a sudden it felt cold under your cozy cotton blanket, and you reluctantly got up to take a huge comforter out of your heavy wooden chest. Why was it freezing tonight even with the windows closed? You were just in the middle of September. To be honest, you hardly remembered the last time the weather was so bad as you wrapped a comforter around your trembling shoulders, thinking whether you have to take your winter nightgown instead of light muslin one you were wearing now.

Throwing a glance at your window, you saw the frosted panes and furrowed your brows, refusing to believe it. Dear Lord, you lived in the Western Frontier Sector, not far to the North! Was it really going to snow out of nowhere tonight? As you moved closer to look at an empty street, you realized that a huge cross on top of a building on the other side started crumpling with a disgusting sound as if it were made of paper, not pure silver to protect citizens from the creatures of the night. Several crosses on the buildings down the street had been destroyed, too. Quickly, you looked down only to find the flower beds withering within seconds despite your beautiful roses blooming just a couple of hours ago. Now they all turned black.

You stilled on the spot, unable to believe your eyes and covering your ears from that horrifying noise. You had only seen something like that once, and it was the time when most villagers had already been dead, turned into beasts without a soul who craved for blood as much as their masters did. That night you had lost your beloved father as you fled your house in a rush, just a little child back then, and, once you arrived in the town, had never even once left your new home.

The crumpled crosses, dead flowers and a sudden temperature drop could mean only one thing: a vampire had come to the town. It wasn't some upyr, oh no, it was one of the Nobles, maybe even an Elder if you were unlucky.

Dear Lord, what a Noble wanted in a peaceful town like this? There were neither treasures nor mechanisms of the ancient, nothing that could potentially interest a Noble. Except that they might be simply eager to shed human blood for their own amusement...

Before you screamed at the top of your voice to wake up everyone around, you heard the sound of a large mirror in your room breaking, and then felt somebody's strong grip on your throat despite no one being in front of you. The world turned black before you uttered a single word.

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Moving a heavy crimson curtain a bit so you could look out the window, you gasped, watching the corn fields far beneath looking like neat pieces of cloth. The view was incredible! You had never seen anything like this before, though you certainly didn't remember travelling in such fine carriage ever before either. It was truly stunning, made of black steel, shining in the sunlight as if it only been made yesterday. Steven laughed when you said it out loud, explaining that this carriage had been more than a century old. Apparently, the Nobility's carriages were miraculous since you couldn't find even a single scratch on the surface.

"Be careful, sweetheart." The man behind your back said, gently bringing you closer to him and further from the window, curtain falling back and hiding the two of you from the outside world. "Night does not fall yet."

"Forgive me my curiosity. I have never seen anything as magnificent." You smiled sheepishly at the handsome blonde-haired, blue-eyed man in a long black cape with red lining.

He let out a low chuckle, taking your hand and kissing it briefly while you forgot how to breathe for a second, deeply embarrassing by such outpouring display of affection. You lead a rather quiet secluded life in the town, pretty much never being around men of your age: your mother was going to choose a respectable husband for you herself, so you never worried about it before. Now, however, you felt ashamed for being so close to a man despite loving him dearly. Oh, what would your mother say if she saw you now? Wouldn't she be worried? Would she approve of your marriage to a No-

You blinked as you stared at the handsome man's pale face, feeling all your worries fading away. As long as you stayed with the love of your life, nothing else mattered, right?

"If that is what you wish, we will travel by air a lot more right after I present you at Western Frontier Court, sweetheart." His deep, silky voice made you let out a nervous chuckle as you felt your cheeks growing hot. "My, aren't you adorable?"

"Please, Steven, stop it!" You furrowed your brows as he grinned at you, baring his sharp fangs you paid no attention to. "I cannot believe I am getting married to you so soon. It feels... strange. A little unsettling."

"And why is that?" There was some wariness to his voice.

"It's just... I have never imagined myself being married to anyone. Surely, I thought of having a family at some point, but it was so distant. I have never even pictured myself close to a man, let alone a High Lord like you." You admitted honestly, biting your lower lip and averting his gaze. "You have never been married before, too, have you? Aren't you frightened even the slightest bit?"

"A little." He answered too soon, yet you disregarded it as well. "But I have no doubts we will make a good couple, sweetheart. I will cherish you like no other man ever would."

Embarrassed to the point your face was on fire, you decided to drop it, not knowing how a nobleman like Steven Grant Rogers could have an audacity to say such things. He was completely shameless! You hoped he was going to be more reserved while presenting you at court; you pictured your grandmother fainting if she heard him speaking like now.

What was Western Frontier Court like? You had never been there, not than any human ever could: as far as you knew, not even all vampires could serve the Nobility living in the high castle surrounded by mountains. You heard its peaks were covered with snow all year round.

"Have the king ever visited your castle?" You suddenly asked, back to your curious self.

Steven's face became even paler. "He did on several occasions, but it was a long time ago way before I was even born. I have only seen him once, and I do not think I will ever forget this encounter."

"Oh, is he as frightening as the legends say?"

"You cannot describe it with words, sweetheart. But do not be worried, he had been asleep for more than a thousand years now, and he surely won't wake up just to attend some Noble's marriage." A faint smile twisted Steven's lips as he drop a soft kiss to your forehead. "Actually, please do not refer to him as a king. The Nobles call him the Great One."

"Oh, I see. Thank you." Nodding, you turned your face back to the window covered by a crimson curtain, biting your lip again. "Can I watch the sunset a little? I won't be long, I promise."

"As you wish, sweetheart. Please come back to me once you are done, it is going to be a long night."

Gesturing to the large black coffin laying in the middle of your carriage, the man brushed his cold soft lips against your cheek and got up from his seat, smiling at you watching him. You remembered being very unhappy once you learnt there was only one coffin: you had never thought you would lay close to your betrothed with your head on his chest before your marriage. How terribly bold it was of Steven to make you sleep so close to him! However, you were content he had never even once tried touching you inappropriately, always treating you with respect: he said he admired your purity and innocence while not many Noble women were bothered by them.

Once he got inside the coffin, you lifted the curtain again, squinted as rays of bright light pierced the darkness of the carriage. Oh, how incredibly beautiful was the sunset in front of you. You had seldom seen such lovely sight as this. Would you miss the sun once you reach the high castle? You surely would, you thought. Hopefully, your betrothed would keep his promise to travel with you, and when he fell asleep during the day, you would walk in daylight all by yourself.

As you kept staring at the bright sky coloured in orange and pink, all of a sudden you thought why did you have to live in the high castle with Steven while your home was far away from the white mountains, in a little human town where you spent the last several years. Oh, right, you were engaged to the Overseer of the Western Frontier Sector, the highest Noble guarding the lands where you were born and raised. He was a peerless warrior and a fierce leader, a vampire respected by other Nobles.

A vampire? Steven was a vampire? Why would you be engaged to a vampire, let alone the Noble? The Overseer of the lands you were born and raised, the one who had taken advantage of those poor humans living in the Western Frontier Sector and let other Nobles ravage your cities and villages, destroying everything on their way.

You were engaged to the vampire overlord, a ruthless, cold-blooded being who could wipe out every human in these lands if he desired so. No, he was not your betrothed, the man you promised to marry willingly. He was the one who kidnapped you from your own bed at night, casting some spell over you to make you forget who you were.

You clamped a hand around your mouth to stop the pathetic sounds you were making as you cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Dear Lord, why was the Overseeker doing it to you? What could he gain from this cruel game? Seemingly nothing, except for having some fun with a silly human girl. But that what the Nobles were doing once they got bored, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction, you thought, happy you were given a chance to escape - even if it cost you your own life, it was still for the better.

"The Overseeker of the Southern Frontier Sector did, not that I expect you to know. Now, please, come back here. You had enough time watching the sunset."

You couldn't believe your eyes, watching him say it with such confidence. Was he willing to keep playing his twisted game even when his sweet facade fell?

"Why do you pretend as if my death matters to you? You will kill me soon anyway. Does it bring you so much pleasure to murder one more pathetic human?"

"I won't kill you, sweetheart. It has never been my intention."

There was something to his voice, some emotion you struggled to describe that made you feel bitter and regretful. Was it all truly going to end like this? You were so young, supposed to have your whole life ahead of you, now faced with a choice to either let a vampire consume you or jump out the carriage and fell to your death.

"Than what was it? I assume you have been living for more than thousands of years. Aren't you a little too old for playing these games still?" You chocked on a sob, barely containing your tears as you trembled in front of the Overseeker.

"I am not playing a game." He admitted tiredly, suddenly taking the black glove off his hand. "All I wish for is a loving wife who can bear my children and bring peace to my lands. I have been wandering human cities for a great while before I found you, strong enough to carry a dampiel after a few genetic enhancements. Please, do not struggle. I have not come to make you suffer eternal torment."

For a couple of seconds you stared at him with your mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word. You had expected the vampire to say anything but this. Was it still a game? Now you hoped it was because even being drained till the last drop of blood was better than carrying a dampiel, a child of both vampire and human, feared and loathed greatly by both races. When you recovered, however, you quickly turned the door handle and pushed the door, willing to wait no longer.

But the door did not give to your pressure. To your horror, it stayed still as if it were a solid piece of steel.

Feeling the iron grip of the Overseeker's fingers on you shoulder, you yelped as he dragged you back to his coffin with force, closing the lid before you had a chance to escape. The next second his fingers were on your neck, suffocating you before you lost consciousness just like the night when Steven Grant Rogers kidnapped his human beloved.

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[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part III/VII)

"shock therapy"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @leovaldez37 @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: language, grief, allusions to suicide, mentions of death, let me know if I missed something

A/N: okay this is... Kinda dark, but I mean, expected given the prompt I'm working with lmao, I'd say enjoy but... Well, enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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It began with small actions, like waking up earlier than me, or taking on making breakfast himself.

I thought he was feeling better.

Then came the big actions, like deciding to switch places with me an working with the clients while I made the shippings.

I started to feel something was off the third day since the exchange; I escaped the office to visit him and he could have easily passed as the giant mannequin in our façade.

"Are you alright?" I questioned in a worried whisper near his ear.

"Of course." I knitted my brows, puzzled at his response. He noticed how odd it had been due to my face, and that forced smile fell for a second as he leaned on me to place a kiss on my crown. "Don't worry about me, darling."

Before I could insist, his attention was stolen by a couple of very confused clients.

The following night in the flat, while we were making dinner, it seemed he had gone back to his usual demeanor, so I figured he was making extra effort to look happy in front of the customers.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, though, something between us; I couldn't pinpoint it, yet knew it existed.

It was that same night that I got a grip of what was going on, when the bed's weight shifted, shaking me out of my sleep just in time to hear a muffled sob followed by a shaky breath.

"George?" His eyes met my own as I propped myself on my forearms.

"Did I wake you?" He questioned, his voice as quiet as mine. "Sorry, love."

Sometimes —more often than not— when he called me that name, I would feel butterflies in my stomach, and the fact that it was normally accompanied by some kind of physical contact didn't help at all.

He extended his arm to reach my hand, his thumb caressing the back of my palm. "Go back to sleep." He commanded in a soft whisper, getting up and walking towards the door.

As the door closed, my chest ached at the mere possibility of us going back to the first week we spend together in the flat after the war.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I went straight to the kitchen and splashed my face with water before pouring myself a glass of milk.

Y/n had the brilliant idea of throw away all the alcohol in our apartment to avoid falling into bad habits as a copying mechanism, and, in all honesty, it was one of her best ones.

Grabbing the glass, I made my way to the living room, plopping down on the couch; I wouldn't even try to fall asleep there— it was proven impossible during the first week.

I had to snap out of it and start to sleep in my own room; the war left us all scarred in s million ways, and one of them included that even the slightest, quietest movement would wake you up, and I knew for a fact that Y/n wasn't getting one single night of sound sleep, and I was the one to blame.

"Oi," Speaking of which.

"What are you doing up?"

"Checking on you." She responded, leaning against the doorframe "You alright?" I nodded, but she walked to the couch either way, sitting down and letting herself fall over my chest. "You've been acting weird." She mumbled, snugging her face on my chest and consequently making my heart swell. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

I hummed, my chin resting over her crown as my arm wrapped around her. "I know." I murmured, knowing very well it was lie.

There was several things I couldn't and wouldn't tell her ever, but I wouldn't let her know that. "C'mon, go back to bed."

"Not without you." It wasn't more than a mumble, since she was beginning to fall asleep on my chest, but it was loud enough to trigger me.

How many times I had dreamed of having her just like this, how many times had I yearned to wrap my arms around her and never let go, to kiss her, to sleep with her before the war; I still did.

I still wanted to kiss all her sadness away, to be able to call her mine; I still loved her in a way I shouldn't, and somehow it felt even more wrong now that Fred was gone.

It took me a moment to realise she had, in fact, fallen asleep. I carried her back to her bed and lay her down, carefully pulling the sheets to cover her.

I lay down too, promising myself I would face my fears the next day— I owe her that, at the very least.

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Y/n had left the apartment to go down the Diagon Alley to buy groceries and a new blouse.

It's now or never, I thought to myself, standing at the start of the hallway. I took a deep breath and made my way to my room with my bags hanging on my shoulders.

You can do this.

I reached for the knob with shaky hands and turned it.

You can do this.

My arms pushed the door open in a swift movement, my eyes anxiously scanning the room as if I was expecting to find a monster inside.

But there was no monster, it was just my room; a bit dusty and with a musty smell, but still my room.

I left my bags on the floor and sat on the edge of my bed. It wasn't scary, nor haunted, as I thought it would be, and I felt a weight off my shoulders; Y/n would be able to sleep the nights through, instead of waking up every now and then to my gasps and sobs.

Since it had been way easier than I thought it would be, I decided to take it a step further; I would have to enter there sooner rather than later to clean, so why not now?

Oh, what a big mistake I had made.

READER'S P. O. V.

"I'm back!" Somehow, I had managed to climb upstairs whilst carrying all the bags without tripping. "Did you know that Florean Fortescue's has three new ice cream flavours?" I threw the Twilfitt and Tatting’s bag on the sofa and made my way to the kitchen. "Don't be mad but I got you something at Twilfitt and Tatting’s!" Laying the groceries over the counter, I frowned at George's lack of responses. "George?" I left the kitchen and took a look around the flat; maybe he was down in the shop?

I was about to go downstairs when I saw a crack of light down the hall, one coming from a partially open door —from Fred's door.

My heart pounded hard against my chest as I made my way to the part of the house we rarely got to.

I knew George had to be inside, but the fact that no sound was coming out of the room —no sobs, no weeping, no ragged breathing— was about to put me under cardiac arrest.

What if during the last week he had gotten worse —rock bottom kind of worse— and that was why he had been acting so distant? What if those 'don't worry about me's had been foreshadowing something terrible?

I shut my eyes, my pulse hammering as I pushed the door open, dreading to find a horrifying scenario.

Open your fucking eyes, Y/n.

I couldn't help the sigh of relief when I saw George kneeled in the middle of the room, alive and breathing.

Then, I doubled checked and realized that maybe he wasn't that much alive. I circled the ginger so we could be face to face, and my heart shattered at the sight in front of me; his eyes were puffy, his cheeks pale, his nose red and streaks of freshly shed tears wetting his face. His hands clutched onto something that I quickly recognised as Fred's blazer, and my breath caught up in my throat.

"George..." I called his name in a quiet whisper; somehow it felt like we were trespassing.

He then looked up at me, eyes hollow, and spoke words so harsh that they burned, even if they weren't meant to hurt me. "It should have been me."

"George—"

"It should've been me there, I should've gone with Percy."

"Please—"

"It should've been me, not him." I felt my eyes watering, slightly blurring my vision as the man before me kept talking. "He had a life— he had you, I didn't have anything but him." His gaze was now casted down, and I no longer knew if he was speaking to me or to himself. "What am I compared to him? It should be me six feet under, not him."

That last sentence was what snapped me out of the state I was in. "Look at me." I commanded, kneeling in front of him and cupping his cheeks. "Do you think Fred would've wanted you to think that?" His lower lip quivered; we rarely said his name out loud anymore. "He would have beaten your ass. Don't you dare think like that ever again, you hear me?"

"But it's true—"

"No it's not!" I yelled, making him flinch. "It's not, George." I repeated, this time softer, my thumbs caressing his cheeks soothingly. "You're sweet, creative, caring and smart, and I'm so happy to have you here with me." His eyes closed, eyebrows knitted and lips pursed. "You're your own person, and that person is amazing." He leaned on, letting his forehead fall on my shoulder, my hands travelling to his back and hair as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I miss him, Y/n." He confessed. "I miss him so much— it hurts."

“I miss him too, but I can’t let you lose yourself because of him.” I explained, planting a chaste kiss on his temple. “I cannot lose you too, okay?” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm sorry." His breath fanned on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I wanted to get better, so you didn't have to take care of me."

"Oi," I squeezed him tighter, if possible. "We're taking care of each other." His face buried deeper in the crook of my neck and I had to hold back a content sigh. "We can do this— together." I stated. "You can't go on your own for shock therapy— it doesn't work like that." He nodded. "You gave me a big scare."

"I'm really sorry." His hand, which, until then had been holding onto the blazer, let go of it in order to rub my back.

We stayed like that in silence for Merlin knows how long before I spoke against his shoulder, "I bought chocolate strawberries ice cream."

"Is that a thing?" I hummed affirmatively. He slowly pulled away, his hands leaving my back to rest on my waist before they held mines, pulling me up with him. We gazed into each other's eyes for an instant that felt like an eternity. "I didn't mean to scare you, love." He assured me, pulling me into another hug, this one only long enough for him to kiss my crown.

"I know." I pulled away, giving him a small smile that he managed to return, most likely involuntarily. "Wanna try that ice cream?" He nodded and I led him out of the room. "I also bought you a tie at Twilfitt and Tatting’s."

"Why would you buy anything from there?" His voice was starting to recover some strength as we walked to the kitchen with our hands interlaced.

"'Cause it was a very pretty tie." I defended myself, going to the sofa to grab the fancy bag while George went to grab a couple of spoons and the ice cream. "Look."

He walked to me and examined the tie. "Okay, it's quite pretty." He agreed, offering me one of the spoons.

"Told you." I handed him the tie and he gave it another look before leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"You didn't have to buy me anything." That small smile appeared again, making my heart swell.

"Well, I wanted to." I went to sit on the couch and he followed my lead, carefully leaving the tie over the backrest so he could open the tub.

"Sweet." He commented, dipping his spoon into the ice cream and handing me the container. We ate it in silence and, once we finished, his voice filled the room. "I think I might go for a nightwalk."

"It'll do you good." I nodded, bringing my knees to my chest and curling up in the couch after he took the spoon away from me and got up to leave it in the sink.

"Do you wanna come?" His quiet, almost sheepish question made my head turn to the kitchen door. "I mean— you've just come back but—" He left the kitchen, staring at me expectingly, scratching the back of his neck. "uh... if you wanna come, I could use some company."

"I'd love to." I didn't even notice the way my gaze lighted up until I saw it reflected on his own features, that shone with the slightest tinge of joy.

The fact that I was able to do that only by smiling at him made my tummy flutter.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Creatures in the dark

Pairing: witch!Steve x Reader

Warning: yandere, obsession, mentions of death, allusion to kidnapping.

Words: 3695.

Summary: A monster dressed in human flesh was waiting for you in the woods.

P.S. This was inspired by the movie "November" and some scary folktales.

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"If you help me cross the river, pretty girl, I will give you a kiss!"

You turned your head back to see the beautiful young women standing far beside you near the birch tree, her curly hair red as sunset on a hot summer day and skin white as snow. She smiled widely at you, standing across the river with a big empty basket in your hands, and you laughed cheerfully in return: you saw her elaborate long dress, the hem embroidered with beautiful black and red threads. She was afraid to dirty her new clothes, of course.

"I will carry you on my back if you promise me not to pull my hair!" You grinned and set your basket aside, tucking the hem of your worn out dress under the belt again and returning to the river.

"I promise!" Her laugh made you step into the cold waters, and you shivered a little: even in the summer the river didn't grow warm, and only the most careless kids would try to swim in it.

You crossed the river fast, doing it often as you were coming to gather berries and herbs almost every day. The bed of the river was covered with stones, making it easy to slip, but you got accustomed to it long ago, living in these lands since birth. Once you stepped on the other side, feeling the ground under your legs, you looked at the lady standing right in front of you: now you could see she was pale as a dead woman, and for a second you froze. The night of the dead was in five days. Was she one of them?

But then the woman laughed again, and you saw blush coming to her cheeks. No, it was silly to think she belonged to the dead. They had never ever come during the day, afraid of the sunlight. The woman was most likely the daughter of a wealther merchant, kept away in the house most of the day - you remembered your cousins who lived far in the city telling you that merchants' daughters had hands soft like a baby because they never worked a day in their lives.

"Get on." You smiled at the woman, looking at her gracious features and slim body. You didn't look like her even the slightest, but you were a woodcutter's daughter, and every day you worked from the sunrise till the sunset. You sighed, thinking of that.

"You are blessed with the kindest of hearts." The woman whispered in your ear, gripping your shoulders from behind as you lifted her from the ground, her legs dangling in the air along your sides as you clenched them with your strong arms.

"My grandmother once told me that." You let out a chuckle and moved straight into the river once more, going twice more carefully now.

Little by little, you carried the woman who were even lighter than she seemed to the other side of the river, ensuring her beautiful dress didn't get wet. When you set your feet to the ground, the woman jumped off your back with a giggle and reached out to your old shoes. You raised a brow: hers were so much better. Did she want to steal yours? But the red-haired quickly turned back to you and helped you to get into your shoes. Surprised by her kindness, you didn't realize your feet were dry though you had just crossed the river.

"Be careful on your way." You said, picking up your basket. "They say there are a lot more bears in the woods this year."

She nodded at you, her beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you adjusted your dress and moved forward.

"Wait, sweetheart! I didn't give you a kiss!"

"Don't you worry about that, dear." You grinned at her. "I'm not some lecherous man."

Nonetheless, she went closer to you, taking your face into her soft hands and looking into your eyes. For a second you saw something scary in her gaze, but before you flinched involuntarily she made you froze on the spot with her eyes boring into yours. Her lovely smile had disappeared from her face as she was observing you, her gaze falling to your lips, but then her eyes looked up as she inhaled deeply.

Her breath was cold, her skin felt like ice.

"Soon you'll meet a man in the woods." The woman said, brushing away a strand of hair from your face. "A monster dressed in human flesh. He will fall in love with you the moment he sees you. Listen to my advice, sweetheart: don't run from him for he will find you even at the end of the earth."

Staring at her in horror, you couldn't move your tongue, gawking at the woman standing so close you could see the abyss in her eyes. Who was she? And who was the man she was talking about? No, no, it couldn't be true. You already knew the monster who would come to claim you once the summer passed and the harvest ended. The woman must have taken you for someone else.

"I have already met a man I will be given to." You whispered, your body shaking. "He's the woodcutter just like my father and my grandfather were."

"That pig?" The woman laughed, caressing your cheek. "He's fat and old and ugly. No, he won't have you, love. You belong to the man you will meet in the woods."

Before you opened your mouth to protest, she leaned closer to you and left a tender kiss on your forehead, her lips warm and soft just like your mother's were. You closed your eyes only for a mere second, but when you opened them again the woman was gone as if she had never existed in the first place. Waiting for something, anything to happen, you waited and waited, afraid to move. Then, as if someone pushed you in the back, you flew back to the river, grabbing your basket and hurrying home. Even if your grandfather would whip you for returning empty-handed, it was better than staying in the forest.

You had soaked your shoes and dress, but you hardly cared, shaking feverishly and running further: your thoughts were all about the woman you met. Did she belong to the dead? Was she the forest nymph? The Devil himself? The ghost living in the woods?

The more you ran, the faster you were becoming exhausted, slowing down until you were barely walking. Then you suddenly realized you couldn't hear birds singing although not so long ago they were chirping happily on the branches. More than that, you could hear nothing at all.

Terrified, you looked around, searching the forest for the monster she was talking before, yet instead the ones you stumbled upon were the corpses of birds on the ground. The black liquid was oozing from their hollow eyes and beaks. Close there was a wolf laying down near the old oak tree in the very same black fluid.

The Plague. You had carried the Plague on your back across the river.

Clamping a hand over your mouth, you ran till your insides burnt and your knees trembled. You barely registered an empty basket still in your hand when you had finally reached the village, screaming at the top of your voice: "THE PLAGUE! THE PLAGUE HAS COME!"

You were frightened to death to see the bodies laying on the ground in a pool of black liquid, but people emerged from their old houses with leaking roof and rotten windows right away, concerned with your shouting and looking in each other's faces. Before you registered it in your own mind, you were taken to the village elders who wiped clean your forehead coloured in red. You told them nothing of the woman you carried on your back, but showed the dead animals in the woods, nevertheless, and the elders had covered them with rocks until all the bodies were hidden beneath them. Then they drew circles around those stone altars and sang before the darkness descended upon the forest.

You couldn't believe the Plague had taken none of your people, but you didn't feel safe. There was one more village across the other side of the river, and it couldn't be a coincidence the Plague moved there. She wasn't coming to take more forest beasts and birds. But no one was send to deliver the news to unfortunate ones living by the other side. Everyone knew the Plague would follow a messenger back to their village, and no one could risk it.

The next five days all of you spent in total isolation, not leaving your houses and praying most of the time instead of working. No one came from the village on the other side of the river, but you knew most of them must be dead by now. You saw the beautiful deadly white face of that woman in your nightmares almost every night. However, by the end of the fifth day the elders claimed that the danger had passed, and you could finally prepare for the night of the dead, and when it became dark, people lighted up the beeswax candles and left pieces of bread covered in salt beneath the trees, hurrying back to their houses. Your grandfather said it was better to be taken by the Plague than disrespecting the ones laying in the cold ground.

You shivered under your blanket, rolling on your bed - a wooden frame with a mattress filled with wheat and barley straw - and thinking of the Plague in a form of a beautiful woman. Why did she kiss you on the forehead? From what you knew from the legends, she always kissed men on the lips, and then they fell dead to the ground, their rotten bodies turning pitch black, darker than the night sky. Why didn't she take you? Did she take pity on you? Did she leave you because you belonged to that man you would meet in the woods?

You sighed, blinking your tears away. You were alive. This was the only thing that mattered.

There was a subtle light beaming throw the cracks in a wooden shutter, and you stilled. The dead came to your house - your grandmother and older brother were standing outside, eating bread you cooked in the evening before going to bed. Sadly, your parents were never coming with them.

Wrapping yourself into the blanket, you thought of your grandma's warm hands when she tucked you into bed every evening, sitting beside you and telling you the tales her own grandmother told her when she was little. Your older brother had already been snoring loudly near the stone oven as you listened to the stories about fae and elves dancing in the shadow of the big oak tree near the river.

Now your grandfather was the only one left. Afraid your line would die out, he hurriedly promised your hand to an old widower, a strong man whose children were grown enough to get married and leave his house. Of course, no one had asked for your consent. You were a mere woodcutter's daughter.

You wiped your tears away, thinking of the light creeping through the cracks. The man fat as pig and a monster waiting for you in the woods. Better to leave with the dead than stay here and give in to your fate, you thought.

Before you turned away, the light got brighter, and you saw the white eye in the crack of wooden shutter. Your dead brother was looking at you through the window.

You didn't remember getting out of your bed in your torn nightgown, stepping on the floor so quietly your grandfather didn't hear anything at all. You didn't remember opening the door and going outside without your shoes on, feeling the damp ground beneath your feet. All you saw were smiling faces of your grandma and your brother, their eyes white as if they were blind from birth. Their gentle voices ushered you to come with them, and you followed, taking a ligthed candle in your arms. With each step you were further from home and closer to the forest, the dead going forward and disappearing into the deep fog that wouldn't begin to lift until the sunrise. Your grandmother had your hand in cold hers as she guided you into the woods. Charmed with her smile and your brother's soft murmuring, you didn't ask them questions where they were taking you.

Suddenly you heard an irritated hiss behind your back, and you woke up from your dream-like state, realizing you were going by the path of the dead. A stong arm pulled you from your grandmother's grasp, and somebody threw your candle to the ground, stepping on it right away.

The skinny boy with a lantern shouted furiously, "Are you out of your mind, girl? You asked the dead to take you away, didn't you?"

Oh, you did. Though your grandfather had expressly forbid you from even thinking of the dead when they were coming to take the salted bread left for them, you asked them to take you from utter desperation.

"Go to where you belong." The boy said angrily, and your brother furrowed his brows while your grandma pulled him by the hand back to the path. "You can't have her. It's not her time yet."

Before your brother opened his mouth, the golden-haired boy raised his finger and pointed to the path, shaking his head. He stayed there, holding your hand until your family turned their backs to you, and you heard the quiet cries of your grandma, her shoulders shaking slightly. The guilt consumed you when you thought they only wanted to take you to the place where you would no longer need to marry and live in want and fear.

"Turn away." The boy commanded, and your feet moved on your own. "Don't you see what you've done? If not me, they'd take you to the world of the dead."

"It can't be worse than here." You muttered, keeping your head low.

The boy stopped abruptly and stepped closer to you, moving his lantern up so it lightened up your face. You stared in his dark blue eyes in return, looking at his unhealthy pale skin. For a moment you thought he was just like the woman you carried across the river, but he was neither deadly white nor cold like her. If you saw him in a daylight, you'd never think he was anyone special.

When he wiped your forehead with his hand, staring at you intently, you almost flinched.

"The Plague had given you her blessing." The boy said, shocked with the revelation. "She marked you, didn't she? Gods, I see you're a lucky girl."

You gulped down, hard.

"I c-carried her across the river on my back, and she kissed my forehead." You whispered as he took you by the hand again and moved back to the village, tugging you along. "But I didn't rot."

"Now you never will." He simply said and kept going.

The blessing, then? So you would never die the same way the birds and wolf you found in the forest did? Confused with your thoughts, you didn't ask him how he knew of the Plague and who he was himself.

"I've never heard about her giving someone her blessing. Didn't she kill the ones who carried her?" Your voice was quiet as you observed the boy's pretty face.

"I only know she killed all mortal men. You must be special, then." His lips curled in a friendly smile for the first time, and you felt your bare feet growing warmer.

The rest of the way back to the village you spent in complete silence, although you desperately wanted to know who was your  mysterious savior. Was he the guardian of the dead? But you had never met him trailing behind them before. Was he a ghost? A saint? You thought of the beautiful golden lantern he held in his arm - you had never seen anything like that before in your entire life, the flying sparks inside it surely magical - and realized he belonged to the same kind as the Plague and the dead ones. The boy definitely wasn't human.

However, it seemed he only wanted to bring you back as you walked by the houses of your neighbors, staring at the closed shutters. Before you reached your house he turned to an old well and said something about washing the touch of the dead away from your skin. As he pulled the bucket of water up, suprising you with his strength - gods, he was thin as the bench of a birch tree - he soaked the handkerchief he pulled from his pocket in the water and gently wiped your palms, smiling at you.

"You aren't like the dead ones, are you?" You asked, watching him wrapping the wet cloth around your fingers one by one.

"No. Though I am only half mortal, please don't be scared. I don't hurt pretty little girls like you." He laughed at your suprised expression wholeheartedly and splashed water on your face. "And please stay away from the dead for your own sake. What in the world made you wish for them to take you away?"

You fell silent at his question, averting your eyes and biting down on your lower lip. What would he do even if you told him? Killed your betrothed? Then your grandfather would find you someone else from the village. Worse, if no one agreed to take you, you'd stay alone and become a prey for lecherous married men who'd definitely come to you when their wives refused pleasing them. That is, if the boy wouldn't laugh at your worries - even the daughters of the king married the ones their father had chosen for them.

Without saying a word, you just smiled at the stranger as you withdraw you clean hands, watching your skin shining in the moonlight. It was all too much for you.

"You are pretty." He said softly, his blue eyes gleaming in the dark as he touched your arm again, picking up his lantern. "Do not worry about that pig. He won't marry you."

You snatched your hand away, looking at the boy wide-eyed. How did he know what you were thinking about?

"I might end up as an old virgin then." You whispered, afraid that the boy would truly kill the man. "Or are you saying all people living in this place will die from the Plague?"

"Forgive me if I scared you, but I didn't anything like that." He chuckled, shaking his blonde head. "If the Plague wanted to consume your village, she would already do it before crossing the river. It's just... you're not going to marry the man, I can tell you for sure. But let's stop there for I can't speak any longer about it. I will escort you back to your house, alright?"

You nodded, standing up and showing him the way without a second thought. You were glad he stopped talking, but the thought of the Plague and you not getting married lingered at the back of your mind. What did the boy mean? If your betrothed wasn't going to die, why wouldn't he marry you? You didn't voice you questions, though. You wanted to hear nothing about all this again.

The Plague, the dead, the boy. It was too much for you to handle. It all seemed like a nightmare instead of reality, and the only thing you wanted was to go to bed and then wake up in the morning, finding out all this was just a bad dream: the blessing, the prediction, the path of the dead, the savior in the form of a skinny boy... this kaleidoscope of events made your head hurt. It was unbelievable.

"Please be more careful." The boy said gently as you faced the door, reluctantly letting go of your hand. "I don't patrol these forests every night and won't be able to save you if you do something stupid again."

"I won't. Thank you for help me." You bowed deeply in front of him and reached for the door door handle.

Once you stepped inside, you felt your grandfather's strong hand pulling you in immediately as you flew to him and almost fell down on the top of his body. Before you made a sound, horrified he had discovered your night stroll, you saw a pile of ash spread at the door and felt your grandfather's grip on your hand getting even stronger. Ash? Ash was used to prevent the evil spirits from entering the house. But you didn't have time to ask the man holding you when you heard the sounds he made - they were almost inhuman.

As you raised your eyes, you saw the boy with his beautiful lantern, enourmous reindeer antlers coming out of his blonde head. The gentle golden light turned into deadly blue as the boy smiled at you, but he seemed no longer sweet and gentle. There was something carnivorous in his gaze, something that made you froze on the spot.

Fear washed over you as you realized his charms had fallen off, making your head clear - he was the one the Plague had told you about. The monster dressed in human flesh.

"What a pity, little one. I hoped you won't see me like that so soon." His voice chilled you to the bones. "I'd take you away tonight, but the Plague's mark won't let me cast the right spell."

Your grandfather let out a choking noise behind you, pressing you closer to him as if in attempt to protect you. The horned boy's sickly sweet smile made you break out in cold sweat.

"Don't worry about that, though, for I'll find some other way. The Plague had already told you there's no point in running from me, hadn't she?"

He stepped closer, leaning against the doorway but staying outside as the pile of ash suddenly sparked, and the boy laughed at the your pathetic attempt to keep him away.

"I'll find you even at the end of the earth."

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