#in fact it’s what made me choose to continue the books where i left

[tulsa24]

i know its not the most important thing in the lightning thief but i am so excited to see the fates you don’t understand

[catsushizz]

Love me until I love myself - S.R

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: Spencer got used to his life consisting of books and the BAU he had never truly viewed the prospect of love but when you came it all just clicked.

Warning: no use of y/n

Fluff

WC: 1.1k

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Spencer got used to waking up with an empty bed beside him and it never crossed his mind that it made him feel lonely or sad it just felt natural. His apartment is quiet and he never noticed that his eyes grow somber as the day passes, it's unnoticeable, subtle but there.

He was in a state where no one knew what was going on with his life but he'd like to think that his life was a mere touch of tranquility whenever there was no phone going off every second of the day.

But a single touch of color changed how he perceived life and gradually he found himself falling in love. It's like the cosmic collided when you first talked to him and from there on public libraries became his solace everything you like became his safe space, benches in the park, the car that you take road trips in, the Lumineers, and your favorite cafe. You were the color that was missing from his blank canvas, no matter how rough he was, you smoothened the edges of his life.

You were the subject of his poems, the muse of his dreams, and the bearer of his heart. Tangled in a sea of messy sheets, your hands draped over his torso, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and for the first time, he was terrified of waking up alone.

His eyes flutter open and search for you and when they land on your sleeping figure he can feel his heart palpitate in adoration. The ever-growing branches of his life continued to grow but were now accompanied by the leaves that were growing between the crevice of his broken branches.

Your touch was addicting, your fingertips would explore every inch of his body. He notices when your finger brushes against his scars you massage patterns with precision and he feels like his heart could burst, he loves you so much it hurts.

He can't even imagine the storm taking you away from him, he would suffer an endless flood if that were to happen.

He loves how you glow so effortlessly under the scrutiny of the sun or the way you hold his hands whenever you feel like he needs it but he especially loves the fact that you love him despite his flaws. There are nights when you fought so loudly and exchanged some hurtful words, and he remembered how much he wanted to take it back but you weren't perfect either and that molded you both together so perfectly that not even the afterglow can rival it.

Spencer never really quite grasped the concept of life solely because he didn't know if he was choosing the right path and it keeps him up at night, what if he chose a different path and completely risked not meeting you? he would rather die, you were cuddled up with him on the couch watching documentaries when he blurted out his concerns, but your sentiments deemed his thoughts.

"I think no matter what path you choose, it will always lead to us, our souls are intertwined, and it's carved in our hearts. There's a possibility that there's a chance for us to meet again in another lifetime I think I will recognize you, purely because I'm sure our souls left remnants of our past lives to help us remember how much we truly loved each other," you whispered, as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair.

His heart skipped a beat, you still make him feel that way despite his youth withering each day, you make him feel young.

"I love you, you're the best thing life has given me" he tried his best to keep his voice stable but it wobbled and you chuckled lightly.

"You know I love you more" You wiggle your brows at him with a grin. He laughed and pulled you impossibly close.

"But I love you most" he replied and you groaned burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

"we're not gonna bicker about this again, let's just say we love each other so much that time can't measure it" you murmured as you kissed the crook of his neck, he giggled at the contact of your kiss making you subconsciously smile.

"But I love you more than everything though" he teased.

"Don't you dare quote Beautiful Boy to me right now" you sternly said and he laughed. Oh, his life was different now but different in a way where you crave for it to last forever.

His broken parts where he learns to hate, you learned to love, and the things you hate about yourself he came to adore. Spencer always felt like an extra piece in a puzzle but turns out you were too, both of you stand out in the best way possible, and to the ends of the earth, he will follow you, his life in the BAU be damned.

If ever old age has its way of finding him then all the light in the world may cease to exist. Time can consume so much in a person, that Spencer wasn't sure if he liked it but growing old with you was a different story.

He'll live and tell a story of how much he loved a single girl who completely changed his life, even if his hand trembles in every movement he makes, and even if his memory fades he'll hold on to you so deep in his heart until his next life where he gets to hold you again.

The theory of everything started when you met and ended when his skin gradually changed and how his wrinkles deepened until he was one with nature.

Buried next to each other as both of you wished, your children visit the sacred place with their kids and then they'll tell the story of how both of you fell in love and they'll add how much the both of you loved your children.

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You were running late, coffee in hand and it happened so fast that you didn't even notice that he was there. You collided with someone your coffee spilling on the man's shirt and your eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed as you rushed to get the tissues out of your bag to help him.

"Hey, it's fine" came his calm yet familiar voice. Sensing that he was looking at you, you averted your gaze to meet his eyes and you felt the world suddenly stop.

He has the most beautiful hazel eyes you've ever seen and his brown curly hair added charm to his chiseled face. He looked familiar you're sure of it, and without you knowing, he felt the same way too.

"Hi," he softly whispered stuck in a daze as he looked at you.

You let out an airy chuckle "I'm sorry, do I know you?" You asked.

So the cycle starts again.

[sarawritestories]

Unwavering Presence Chapter 3

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: Y/N looks forward to the next time her and Feyre go to the Night Court. Choosing to stay out of the way in the Spring she is visited by the High Lord and threats are made. Few months of learning how to read and Feyre finally warming up to the Night Court, the next time they return to the Spring Y/N is caught of guard and chaos ensues.

Content Warning: 18+ brief depictions of abuse, Tamlin being a dick, Ianthe appearance, unwanted groping (Not from any of our beloved night court folks or Spring court), blood, separation.

Word Count: 5.6k

chapter 2 Masterlist

A/N: I'm sorry if it seems to be a bit sped up but I simply could not bring myself to write more filler chapters! I hope you enjoy!

After my argument with Feyre, I locked myself in my room for the three weeks. Feyre had tried to come apologize and she tried to come in, but I had made sure my door was locked. I didn’t really move from my chair other than to change and sneaking into the kitchen late at night to eat. To avoid running the High Lord, Lucien or my sister.

There had been a continuous warmth on my tattooed wrist, Rhys’ reminder that I wasn’t alone. On the bad days where sleep evaded me, I tried to send back a wave of appreciation, unsure if he could feel it. Chances were he we were sleeping when I sent so he probably didn’t even know, but I did appreciate him.

Feyre and I have never had many fights and it was even rarer that the fight had resulted in us not talking and working it out. The last time was right before Tamlin took us away.

Feyre slammed her bow on the table. ���You should have been here. What were you thinking going out there?”  I scoffed as I dropped the wolf carcass on the table, facing my twin whose eyes flared with anger and a hint of fear. “You could have died!”

The door creaked open, and I glanced to see Nesta and Elain emerge from the bedroom. Their eyes went wide taking a look at the beast on the table. Our dad remained near the fireplace not acknowledging that Feyre and I had returned. Not like he noticed when we left. “Feyre, you could have died to. I have just as much skill at hunting like you, we work better together, and it worked out look at what we caught.” I held out my arm to show the wolf. “I love you, and I didn’t want you going out alone tonight. I’m glad I was there to help you take this beast down.”

Feyre blew up, “I could have killed you! I didn’t know you were there!”

I gave her a doubtful look and cross my arms, “I have been able to sense your presence since we have been children, you definitely knew I was there.”

Feyre ran her fingers through her brown hair not caring if she got blood in it. “Maybe I wanted to be alone, figured Nesta would give you some good quality time. At least she doesn’t despise your presence.”

My mouth dropped and quickly recovered, “Are you fucking serious, Fey? What the fuck does that mean?”

“Girls,” Our father croaked from his spot in the fireplace, only then that I noticed he was carving something in his hands. “That’s quite enough. Y/N your mother and I have taught you better than to use that type of language.”

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever you say.” I grit out and was about to push past my sisters when the door flung off its hinges and a beast with emerald eyes locked his gaze with mine.

A knock caused me to jolt from my seat and the book I was attempting to read on the table next to the chair, “Go away,” I yelled trying to conceal the fact the knock on the door frightened me.

The sound of the lock turning, and the door opens causing me to jump out of my chair, to see Tamlin strolling in. He shut the door and made a spectacle of locking the door. His eyes met mine and his eyes held nothing but cold and controlled anger. “Long time no see, Y/N.” He drawled and I tried not to shiver as fear locked up my joints. He slowly approaches me with his hands clasped behind his back, “You’re breaking Feyre’s heart you know. Locking yourself in here.” The sun from the window hit him and in any other situation I would have found his beauty mesmerizing, but his beauty looked sinister.

I crossed my arms and Tamlin takes notice of my tattoo decorating my skin before its tucked away. Feigning indifference, tucking the fear deep down and lifting my chin. “What do you want, Tamlin?” Shifting my weight back and forth.

Tamlin closed the distance, and I took a step back, “You’re coming down and having dinner with us tonight.”

I rolled my eyes, and I could hear the growl in his chest, “No thanks, as you can see, I’m quite busy here.”

Tamlin bared his teeth, “That wasn’t a request,” he took another step toward me.

“I don’t care,” I muttered and made the error of trying to step around him and in a flash, he gripped me and pinned me against the wall his muscled his hand moved from my arm and moved to my hip his free hand clamping down over my mouth. His gaze turned feral and crazed, letting his anger unleash and I could only produce a whimper through his hand.

He brought his face closer to mine and I could see the pure ire in his eyes. “Listen to me carefully. You are going to clean up, put on a pretty dress, come downstairs and apologize to Feyre for causing her stress and pain. Then you are going to eat in silence you will be seen and not heard.” I tried to yank my head, but he has my face in an iron grip, and he gripped my hip in bruising force keeping me pinned to the wall, “Like the good little human girl you are.” He released my face.

I quickly spat in his face, “Fuck-“he clamped his hand back over my mouth and I lashed against him.

Tamlin tsked, “No, no, the only thing I wanted to hear from you at all is ‘Yes Tamlin.’ And an apology to my soon to be wife.” He gripped my hip so tightly I gasped, and a tear slipped down my cheek. Tamlin kissed it away, the gesture going against his words. He met my eyes again his grin anything but comforting, “Blink if you understand, Y/N,” my name almost a snarl against his lips. I slowly blink and more tears fall. He lowers his face to kiss my forehead and I thrash my hands trying to push him away, but I couldn’t move him. He pulled away and released my body giving my cheek a not so tender pat, “Good Girl. Now go clean up there will be a dress on your bed,” he turned and made his way to the exit.

I wrapped my arms around myself, and I noticed Tamlin paused, “Oh and Y/N,” He turned his hand still on the handle, “Make no mistake if you don’t come down, I will drag you to the dining hall and tie you to the chair. Feyre’s happiness is important to me I will do anything to keep a smile on her face.” With that he left, and I let the emotions of the interaction fully take over and slide down the wall and bury my face in my knees to stifle the uncontrollable sobs. I barely notice how warm and tingling my tattoo is through the tears.

Cassian’s POV

I sat in the lounge of the townhouse with Rhys, there was a throbbing in my chest that caused discomfort. I rubbed my chest, but the pain wouldn’t subside, it felt like my heart was aching. I creased my eyebrows sadness consumed me and I rubbed that spot tighter as I closed my eyes.

“Cass, you alright?” Rhys’ voice pulled me from the wave of emotion overtaking me.

“I just have this weird feeling; my chest feels tight.”

Rhys gave me his full attention, his glass of whiskey forgotten. “Do you need me to get Madja?”

I shook my head, “No, just feels like something is wrong.” Another wave overwhelmed me, I closed my eyes, and I took a deep breath to neutralize myself. When I opened my eyes, my brother had a painful expression on his face. He was gripping his glass tightly his knuckles were white. “What is it?” I asked.

Rhy formed his lips into a tight line, and he clenched his hands into a fist, “Something is wrong over there,” he gritted through his teeth as he rubbed his left arm, causing me straightened I didn’t need him to fill me in. “She is sending utter turmoil down the bond.”

I grimace, “What kind of male torments their partner like that. To cause that much dread.”

Rhys shook his head, his eyes meeting mine the stars winking out, “It’s not Feyre, Cass.” My grip on my own glass tightened, “It’s Y/N’s.” Rhys stood and downed the rest of his drink.

Rhys began to walk out, and I called out, “Where are you going?”

“It’s the beginning of the new month, brother.” Rhys turned and winked at me, and darkness consumed him as he winnowed out of town house.

Reader’s POV

After a bath and getting the tears to finally stop I walked into the bedroom, taking a look at my hip fortunately there was no bruising from Tamlin’s grip. A lilac dress was laid out for me. The gossamer fabric chaffed my skin. The skirts were heavy against my hips, the spot where Tamlin squeezed still tender, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths and my wrist tingled. I looked down and grazed my tattoo calm washing over me, “Thanks Rhys.” I whispered.

I walked over to the door and opened it to find Feyre on the other side biting her nail, a nervous habit she started when we were kids. Her eyes widened as she saw what I assumed is my puffy eyes from crying, and in turn I saw how her eyes looked bruised and I know she has still not been sleeping, “Hi.” She whispered.

I drifted my gaze to my feet, “Hi.” I looked back at her and look at her thin frame and her sunken cheeks and Tamlin’s words flooded my brain.

You’re breaking Feyre’s heart.

Guilt racks through me as I lightly pull her hand from her mouth, “Feyre, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out at you.”

Feyre squeezed my hand, “No, I am sorry. I know that this transition has been hard on you. I should have been more considerate to your feelings.”

I gave her a small smile tears pooling in my eyes again, “Let’s just put it behind us,” I patted her hand with my trembling one.

If you don’t come down, I will drag you to the dining hall and tie you to the chair.

“Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, and you’re trembling like a leaf. Do you want to lie down I can tell Tamlin you’re not-“

“No!” I blurted, causing Feyre to step back stunned. I composed myself, smoothing my skirts willing my hands to stop shaking, “Let’s just go have dinner with our…friends.” Feyre beamed at me referring to Tamlin and Lucien as friends as I tried to keep the bile from creeping up. We made our way to the dining hall. The closer we got the more nervous I became even the comfort of the tattoo felt vacant. I was trying to keep my hands from shaking by keeping them clasped.

The doors opened as we approached and Lucien and Tamlin were standing in their seats, snarling at something and as we got deeper into the dining hall to find Rhysand his hand tucked into his pockets. Feyre stilled and I fought every instinct to run and hug him. “Fuck you, Rhysand, we are to have a nice dinner. You can’t just take them.”

“Per our agreement it doesn’t matter when I come pick them up in the month.” Rhys spoke with cool indifference. “But I am a reasonable male,” He turned to us, “Ladies, I’ll give you the choice you can enjoy the meal with the High Lord and his loyal pet,” Lucien scowled, “Or we can go right now.”

Feyre moved to her seat by Tamlin Rhys tracking her entire movement, “I would like to have a meal before being whisked away.”

Rhys pulled his gaze away from Feyre and met mine. For a moment, I looked at Tamlin and could see his lips move the message clear Sit down. I met his gaze to his and hoped he understood what I was trying to convey with my eyes as I began to move to the seat next to my sister.

Don’t leave, please don’t leave. Don’t go.

Rhysand meandered to a seat on the opposite end of the table as Tamlin growled the claws peeking from his knuckles, “They want to have dinner, you can come back when their done.”

Rhys pulled the chair and plopped in it kicking his feet up as if he owned the place. “Where’s your hospitality, High Lord? I think it’s best I stay and join you. I’m sure Feyre and Y/N wouldn’t mind.”

Feyre scowled and I just lowered my gaze, finding the skirts of my dress very interesting as I took a seat. “Fine.” Tamlin grumbled and food appeared on each plate filled with lavish meats and cheeses.

I looked at the table and Tamlin’s fierce gaze met mine, “Y/N, so wonderful for you to finally join us tonight, care to say anything to Feyre.”

“Tamlin, leave her be she already apologized to me.” Feyre scolded her hand gripping my thigh with a gentle squeeze.

Tamlin bristled and I shifted in my seat under his scrutinizing gaze, “Well I’m glad she apologized. Let’s try to have a meal together with everyone present moving forward.” I looked to Lucien who avoided eye contact with me...Coward.

Feyre gave a small smile, “Sounds great.”

I moved my food around with my fork, not having an appetite. I felt a prickle in the back of my mind. You need to eat. I tried to reign in the shock of Rhys’ voice in my head.  You BOTH do.

I looked at him, to see he was eating the food, but his eyes were locked on me and Feyre, I looked to my sister, and noticed she was doing the same thing. Looking at the High Lord of the Spring and his emissary, the two were engaged in their own conversation eating paying us no mind. I took a few bites of my food and out of the corner of my eye I saw Feyre following suit.

One the meal was finished Rhys stood and Feyre rising from hers, Tamlin reached to grab her hand and she casually moved her hand. I made a note to ask her about it when we’re alone. Feyre gave him a small weak smile, “We’ll see you in a week.”

A hand lightly gripped my shoulder, I looked up and met Rhys’ gaze, “Ready to go?”  I nodded and rose from my seat. His hand slid down my arm and gripped my hand. “Feyre Darling,” Her gaze met his as he held out hiss free hand for her to take. She approached him with less fury than the first time we went to the Night Court. When she places her hand in his we are consumed by the darkness, and we are back in Rhys’ home.  Feyre looked at me, “I’m going to go to bed. You are coming?”

Rhys gave Feyre a comforting grin, “She will be there in a moment. I need to talk to her real quick.” Feyre to my surprise give him a silent nod and her lips curve slightly upward and I swore that Rhys stopped breathing for a moment. “Good night, High Lord.” She said and turned and headed back to our shared room.

Rhys turned to me, and I averted my gaze to my hands that were interlaced.  “Y/N, look at me,” I refused and kept my gaze on my hands, look at me, please his voice echoed in your mind. I sighed and met his gaze, “What happened? I felt an unnerving turmoil earlier today through,” he grabbed my arm with the tattoo. “It was like you were screaming down the bond.”

I slipped my arm from his grasp, and he let me, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I murmured wrapping my arms around myself, “I doubt you would believe me anyway.”

Rhys scowled, “You don’t have to tell me what happened. You don’t have to talk to me. But don’t ever say that I wouldn’t believe you. The pain I felt today was real your pain was real.” Rhys’ face softened, “Just don’t bury this down and forget about it, it will eat you alive, okay?”

 I gave him a nod and he turned to leave probably to head to his own room, “He pinned me against a wall,” I blurted, and it caused him to still, he turned, and I could feel the tears building up as I placed my trembling fingers over my mouth, “He clamped my mouth so tight I thought he would break my jaw and he gripped my hip to keep me pinned to the wall.” I sobbed and Rhys in three strides made his way back and without saying anything else wrapped me in his arms and I let the sobs take over and buried my face in his shirt. A comforting hand placed on back of my head and he rubs my back in almost a brotherly way. “I tried to push him away and I couldn’t,” whether he could understand the words and tears just wouldn’t stop. “He told me I needed to remain silent except to apologize to Feyre for locking myself in my room. He said that he going to tie me to a chair and force me there.”

Rhys arms were the only thing keeping me upright, “It’s okay.” He whispered pressed his cheek atop of my head, as my sobs racked out of my body. “What can I do? Tell me what I can do to help you.”

There was a calm emotion that slowed down my sobs slowed, I take a deep breath, “Can you help me not feel as weak and powerless as I felt today? I never want to feel that way again.”

“Yes, you will never have to feel that way again.” He pushed away and looked at me, wiping tears from my cheeks. “I can train you.” I nodded in agreement as exhaustion began to take over my body. “It’s been a long day,” I gave him another nod, “Want to go to your room?” He gripped one of my hands, “I can take you there.”

I shook my head and his brows furrowed, “Can I go to the library?” He smiled and gave the top of my hand he held a kiss.

“Of course, you can, let me take you.” I gave him a small smile and sniffled as he led me to the library. The small journey was quiet, but the door opened, and the books came into view. “Tomorrow, we can start your reading lessons I’m hoping your sister will want to partake as well.” I turned to him, and he held hope in his eyes that Feyre would be willing. “We can start training whenever you want, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”

He released my hand and began to walk away. I grabbed his hand again and he looked back at me, “I don’t know what I can say. What I can do to repay for your kindness.” And I wrapped my arms around his neck, “Thank you, Rhysand.”

He returned the embrace, “You don’t need to thank me.” He pulled away and cupped my cheek, “Have a good night, Y/N.” He places a chaste kiss to my forehead and heads deeper into the hall. I walked into the library and the fireplace lit and I welcomed the warmth as I sat on the large chair. Sinking into the cushion I laid my head back and in the comfort of the library my eyes shut, and sleep overtook me.

Cassian’s POV

She looked beautiful and peaceful on the library chair fast asleep. Rhys had casually let me know she would be there and before I went to bed after a long day in Windhaven, I stopped by to see if she might have needed anything and found her sound asleep. Rhys didn’t tell me what happened in Tamlin’s court, but he had mentioned that she was interested in training. The red around her nose and the smell of dried tears told me she had been crying and my mind only went to the worst-case scenario of what happened.

Leaning off the door I tucked my wings to not have them drag across the floor I approached, Y/N’s sleeping form, the way her neck was angled she would wake up in immense pain. I lightly scooped her in my arms trying my best not to wake her, she only stirred to move her head and leaned it against my chest and the sweet smell of Jasmine and lilacs flooded my nose. She smelled as beautiful as she was. I walked over to the couch that was placed right in between two bookshelves against the wall and lay her down making sure her head pressed against the pillow. The house placed a blanket in my arms and in no hesitation, I placed the blanket on her. She snuggled against the softness of the blanket and let out a content sigh.

I smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “Sleep well, Sweetheart.” And with that I left the library and went to my room.

Reader’s POV

The next morning, I woke up and found myself on the couch in the library, and there was a blanket over me. I remember falling asleep on the chair, but don’t remember moving. The scent of leather and Sandalwood lingered in the room and was a comforting embrace. Feyre opened the door her eyes frantic, “There you are! I was so worried!” She donned a peach dress that fitted her figure with sheer sleeves that had rhinestones on it. Her hair was pinned back to the side, and she looked beautiful even though the dress looked like it was wearing her.

I stretched and smiled at her, “Sorry, Fey, I fell asleep in here. I like it in here.”  I sat up and put the blanket to the side, “I’m hungry.”

Feyre nodded, “Well go change and we will go get breakfast.” I nodded and went to the bedroom to change into a purple top with sheer puffy sleeves that showed a little more cleavage with matching pants and put my hair in a simple braid and made my way to breakfast.

At breakfast Rhys broke the news to my sister that we would be learning to read, write and shield against Daemati fae, which he explained to me is how he was able to speak to me in my mind. That went as well as I anticipated but with some coercing, she joined me in the office to get our first lesson. “I don’t understand why you care about our education.” Feyre grumbled.

“Oh, are you saying having this ability wouldn’t have been useful under the mountain?” I stilled at his question and Feyre went pale and silent. “We don’t know what the future holds, its in my best interest to have you two, well versed and ready for anything.” 

He explained to us how to put up mental shields that we worked on, and we spent an hour writing the ridiculous phrases that made Feyre roll her eyes and mutter, “Insufferable,” causing me to chuckle. After an hour of Rhys scolding us for keeping our shields up and checking our work, he released us for the day. Feyre and I went back to the room and fell into a comfortable silence and that evening I went back to the library and grabbed a book to practice my reading.

The rest of the week was spent that way shielding, reading and writing and towards the end, Feyre was eating more and smiling more to Rhysand which I swore the High Lord soaked in her smiles like sun rays. When we returned to the Spring Court, we both spent some time together reading and despite my utter disgust I would join for meals to appease Tamlin and keep his temper at bay.

Months went by and fell into the same rhythm. Rhys threw in a few fighting lessons, but we started with balance and stretching. He said he would only show me the basics but when his General came home that I would start training with him for more intricate training. I wanted to ask Rhys what Cassian’s role was in his court or just even to learn more about him, but I refrained, I didn’t want to pry, and he never wanted to divulge in the members of his court.

I could tell after Rhysand dropped us off that both Feyre and I were feeling better and stronger as Feyre was begging Tamlin to go out and hunt and help the people in town and met with stonewall refusal. So, she would dive into reading with me, but her face was fuller, and light shone back into her eyes, the color in her hair was vibrant again. Turns out that verbal sparring with Rhys was doing something for her.

Dinner that night after Tamlin told Feyre he didn’t want her hunting, Tamlin was utterly sweet, to her and to me. I welcomed the change even if Ianthe had graced us with her presence and her saccharine grin making my skin crawl. It felt as though things were finally falling into place. I drank the wine that Ianthe had poured for me and when I went to my room, sleep overpowered me and I moved to my bed my head landing on the pillow as I slipped into unconsciousness not even realizing that I had left my door wide open.

I awoke with a start as the warm breeze caressed my bare skin, I sat upright my surroundings spinning but trees surrounded me, I was in the forest. Someone had put a sheer nightgown on me my hands were bound behind my back and female laughter caused my blood to chill. I turned my head to find Ianthe there. “Ianthe, help me please.”

She approached me and gone was any warmth in her features and cold viper took her place as she crouched to meet my eyes, “I’m under Tamlin’s orders. To take you far away from the manor”

I gritted my teeth, “Bullshit, he wouldn’t hurt my sister that way!” I sent panic down the bond in hopes that Rhys would be able to answer my call.

Ianthe stroked a finger down my cheeks moving to my neck and down to my clavicle, “Unless we tell her you ran away.”

Fear ran down my spine I masked it with indifference, “You think she would believe that I would abandon her like that.”

Ianthe traced her finger right above the swell of my breast and I jerked away from her, “Well we could also say that you were influenced by the Naga lured out by a lesser fae and with your fragile human body you couldn’t resist.” I bit my lip, and she smirked knowing she would believe that as she held a dagger and sliced quickly above my clavicle, and I hissed, refusing to scream. Though she sliced off one of the straps to my night gown. She placed a kiss to my cheek before she murmured, “I’d run if I were you. Won’t be long before the monsters that live in these woods smell your blood and come looking for you.” And with that she vanished.

I gritted through my teeth as I rose to my knees, ignoring the pain of twigs and rocks pressing into my knees as I rose to my bare feet and began to run. I wasn’t sure which way I was running and there was minimal moon light to help but I just kept running and sending my fear down the bond. Even opening my mind:

Rhys, help. Please help me!

There was no response, but I kept pushing, kept sending waves of fear down our tattoo and shouting my thoughts in hopes he would hear. It felt like hours I was in there before I tripped over a stump I didn’t see and fell hard on my back. My vision blurred as my head collided with something hard, but the silence was palpable in the forest. My breathing was labored, and I could feel the warmth trickle of blood running down my face. I knew my feet were cut up, but I still rose to my knees and willed myself to try and stand. Dizziness dropped me back to my knees and a sob raked out of me. “Rhysand, please.” I whispered.

A low chuckle echoed behind me, and I began to tremble. “What a delicious treat we have brother, a human girl” The sound of slithering made me want to vomit but I forced the bile down and kept my head down. The slithering halted and the images of the Naga Feyre had painted flooded my memory the serpent-like creatures with talons and vile creatures.

Another low sinister voice followed, “What a pretty little thing and tied up just like a present.”  A sharp finger moved my hair away to look at my bleeding wound. I looked up and met yellow eyes and a pink serpent tongue sticking out. The hand that moved my hair gripped the back of my neck and I whimpered as the Naga licked the trail of blood from my forehead. The free hand groping my exposed breast, the beast hummed in approval, “She is delicious.”  The Naga gripped my hair and I yelped in pain as he approached, bringing his mouth closer to mine but keeping my head in place so I couldn’t move.

Rhys, I think I’m going to die. If I do, it was an honor being your friend.

I could have sobbed when Rhys’ voice came into my head.

No one will be dying tonight.

There was a slash of metal and the howl of the Naga who was gripping me as he was yanked away a flash of blue propelling it back. The sound of wings booming above and a thud on the ground. I couldn’t see my savior’s face only that blue gems blazed in the night as he approached the creature that put its hands on me with a blade in his hand.

The creature’s brother tried to slither its tail around my waist only to be met with steel cutting in clean off. A blast of red power forced the beast back against the tree. The Naga was about to approach again ready for a fight when a dagger flew and landed right in between its eyes, and it slumped back against the trees. The clouds parted and moonlight was able to help me see but a hand grabbed my shoulder and a jerked out of the grip turning slightly to meet familiar hazel eyes. His eyes held fear and he held his hands out palms open, “Y/N, do you remember me?” He whispered.

I nodded, “Cassian,” I whispered my voice hoarse and dry.

Cassian gave me a warm smile, “Good, Can I untie you?” I nodded again and he took another dagger and made his way behind me to cut my ties as the other winged male approached. My hands were free, and Cass took my hands in his and began to massage my wrists to bring the circulation back into my hands. “Is this, okay?” he asked, ignoring his friend who had just approached. I nodded again words not forming.

The other male knelt and gave me a small smile, his eyes a similar hazel to Cassian’s but just like Rhys and Cassian he was utterly beautiful, “I have heard a lot about you, Archeron.” His voice was pure honey, “I’m Azriel.”

I give him a small wave. Cassian released my hand and slid off his jacket sliding it over my shoulders to cover me. I slide my arms into the sleeves. “We have to get going before more come.” Cassian whispered to me, “Will you let me carry you?”

I nod but force myself to say, “Don’t bring me back to the Spring Court.” I whisper as my eyes met his and pain flashes in those eyes. “Please.”

“You are not going back there, Sweetheart. We’re taking you home.” Cassian scoops me up and holds me close to his chest, where the scent of sandalwood and leather fills my nose and my eyes widened, was he there that day in the library? Did he move me over to the couch? My thoughts whirled but the dizziness caused me to lay my head on his chest. “You alright?” He murmured the words thrumming from his chest causing warmth to spread through my body.

“I hit my head, and a little dizzy but I’ll be alright.” Azriel rose nodding to his friend and gripped Cassian’s arm as darkness consumed us until we emerged into a house I had never seen before.

Rhys was in the hall his eyes frantic, “Mother above, Is she alright? Where's Feyre?”

Tears welled up at my conversation with Ianthe bubbled to the surface of never seeing Feyre again, “I'm alright” I croaked, “They’re going to make her think I’m dead.” I whisper and tear slips from my face. Cassian’s grip tightens on me his thumb rubbing circles on my back, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face letting his scent soothe me.

"Who is?" Cassian asked.

"Tamlin and Ianthe." I whimper as pain erupts from my head. I pressed on, "They are going to tell her I abandoned her."

Rhys sounded as though he was clenching his teeth, “Cassian go take her to one of the rooms upstairs and have Madja come take a look at her.” I could hear his footsteps and a hand was on my arm giving it a comforting squeeze, “I’ll check on her in the morning.”

You didn't abandon her and when she sees you again she will know that Rhys' words in my mind brought me comfort as I heard his steps walk away with what I assume was Azriel's not far behind.

With that Cassian took me up the stairs and into the room I took a look around there were two twin sized beds and he laid me down on the one farthest from the window, He looked at the wound on my head, "I'm going to go get our healer, I'll be right back." He got up and I on instinct grabbed for his hand, hissing at my fast movement.

"Stay. Please don't leave me." I whispered.

He bit his lip and he nodded he looked off into the distance for a long moment and then he grabbed the chair from the small desk and brought it by my bedside. "Rhys, is calling for our healer." He sat letting his wings dip slightly as he grips my hand again and rubs the top of my hand. The soothing motion lulling me into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 4

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[cherry-muses]

tom riddle x gn! reader: oneshot

<a/n: oneshot after the image! haven't written in a while so i lowkey feel like this sucks. ps: sorry i disappeared for like 5 months lol i had to graduate. >

tags: mentions of a difficult childhood, orphanage, bullying, hurt/comfort, fluff

He was sat across you, writing his History of Magic essay with his ever-so-neat handwriting. The only sounds you could hear were those of his quill scratching the parchment and of you turning the pages of your Potions textbook.

As Riddle wrote, his other free hand rested on the table, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he had really pretty hands. Your eyes subtly scanned them and eventually landed on the sleeve of his robes… which seemed to be a little torn and frayed at the edges.

You smiled to yourself, knowing the exact spell required to make the sleeve good as new… secretly hoping that Riddle would give you one of his rare smiles when you did. Perhaps it’d make the boring study session slightly more entertaining, and the rather bleak winter evening more colourful.

You tentatively reached your hand to gently hold his wrist, and gave him a soft smile. “I could fix that… may I?” You asked, gesturing to the torn sleeve.

To your surprise, Tom did not give you even the smallest smile. In fact, he flinched and harshly pulled his hand away, giving you an accusatory glare at the same time. “I’d much appreciate if you wouldn’t disturb me when I’m trying to work. And I know perfectly well to take care of my own clothing, thank you.”, he snapped. “I think I’d much rather spend my evening with someone who isn’t so dull and irritating to the core.”

“I didn’t mean-”, but you were rudely cut off mid-sentence by Riddle slamming his textbook shut, stuffing it into his satchel and storming off, out of the library.

You were left sitting alone in the library, feeling an odd mixture of guilt, anger, and confusion, holding back tears.

It was the next evening, when you were approached by the dark-haired prefect again. You had been reading by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room when he came up to you, fists clenched at his sides in nervousness. “What do you want, Riddle?”, you spoke, rather harshly, as you sat up straight to face him.

“I am… sorry.”, he replied, voice strained as if it was taking him a great deal of effort to get the words out.

You slammed your book shut, tossing it aside on the couch in annoyance. “I am sorry too.”, you replied, not a hint of emotion in your voice.

“You’re sorry?”, he asked, frowning in confusion.

“For assuming we're friends.”

For a split second a look of hurt flashed across his sharp features, until, ever the Slytherin, Riddle schooled his expression to appear vaguely sad.

“I should not have spoken in that way to you.”, he begins.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”, you retort.

You are both silent for a few moments, and the air has a sort of charged tension which makes you feel like either one of you would be storming off at any moment.

It comes as a bit of a surprise, then, when he instead chooses to sit close to you on the black couch, the water from the Great Lake casting a greenish glow upon the two of you.

“I really am sorry. I must admit, out of sheer habit I had assumed the worst intentions out of you.”

Those deep brown irises of his conveyed a kind of sincerity you had never before seen in him. You hoped to Merlin it was genuine.

“It is no excuse but I’d like to…er, explain why I behaved in such a way. Not justify, just explain.”, he said, a request for you to kindly hear him out implicit in his words. You somehow found yourself nodding, silently urging him to continue.

“You know where I grew up. I much prefer to hide it, but somehow your… constant affection has gently coerced me into entrusting to you the things I wish I could hide even from myself. ” He pauses, sighing and staring outside the dungeon windows, into the depths of the Great Lake.

“As would be expected, the orphanage wasn’t made of money. They could hardly feed us twice a day.” He was practically avoiding your eyes now. “My wardrobe essentially consisted of the worn clothes people donated. And, well.” A pause. “My first time on the Hogwarts express, a group of Ravenclaws found it a good enough excuse to remind me of my inferiority… and throw a couple of assorted hexes my way.”

Realization dawned on you, and at once you took his hand in yours, gently caressing his skin with your thumb. “Oh…”

“Well, since then I’ve managed to handle such issues with reparation spells, but I suppose I missed my robe’s sleeve. Which caught your attention yesterday. And… and when you tried to fix it, I just...”

You could bear it no more, and without any warning he was engulfed in a hug. “Tom, I’m so so sorry. I should’ve known.”

“No, it is my fault, for comparing you to someone who was been cruel to me, when you’ve always shown me nothing but the complete opposite.”, he breathed out softly.

There was a look of steely determination on your face now. “Promise me one thing, Riddle.”

“Hmm?”, he inquired, far too occupied with staring into your eyes to bother with actual words.

“Next time you feel like that, please… please just talk to me.”, you request. “I hate when we hurt each other in such a way.”

“Anything you ask.”, he says. You beam at him and gently kiss his forehead

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on that couch, whispering sweet nothings to one another and watching the fish swim by in the lake.

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Out of It | Mat Barzal

summary: as your relationship with Tito finally hits a breaking point, what happens when Mat is there to pick up your pieces?

request: yes/no

warnings: cheating, failed relationship, drinking, allusions to sex, swearing.

word count: 3.2k

authors note: Kei said I could use the chaotic ending so I did, probably means we’re gonna have to have a part 2 (let me know if you want it). Request said something sad for Tito but happy for Mat and this is what my mind came up with. I actually enjoyed writing this one a lot so I hope you all enjoy reading it! But also don’t cheat on your partners, that’s very fucked up!

part two | part three

Things hadn’t been good for months.

When Anthony was first traded to the Canucks your boyfriend of three years always just assumed that you would join him. But you didn’t, your entire working career was spent in New York building up the your name and you weren’t ready to leave it for some city in Vancouver without the guarantee of a job waiting for you.

That seemed to be the first sign that things were changing as the boy took it as you not loving him.

Tito slammed his hands against your kitchen counter “do you ever support me in this move?” The man groaned in frustration making you taken aback by his outburst.

The accusation hurt you “of course I do.” You yelled back making his irritated tone “the fact that you think I’m gonna pack my life up at the drop of a hat makes me question how you feel about me though.” You crossed your arms sending him a glare.

This argument had gone on for the last fifteen minutes and there was still no clear sign of the end of this argument “look I can’t live in Vancouver but I can split my time between the two cities.” You offered growing tired of the way this was continuing to drag on.

But Anthony didn’t like that offer, in fact that almost felt worse than you just staying in New York “don’t bother.” He sighed pushing past you.

The hockey player moved towards the door “where are you going?” You croaked feeling your throat grow tight “I’ll spend the night with Mat.” Anthony sighed grabbing his shoes from the rack.

Your feet pulled you to the door “we don’t go to bed angry,” you reminded him “you promise.” Tears began rolling down your cheeks as you felt like you were loosing the love of your life “I’ll be back in the morning.” The boy mumbled kissing your forehead.

His lips left their print on your skin before he walked out of the apartment leaving you alone.

You two never actually spoke about that argument again, instead just choosing to ignore the fact that for the first time since you two moved in together Anthony didn’t sleep at home when he was in New York.

It felt like it was meant to be the one anomaly in your relationship or at least until February hit. Valentine’s Day you were meant to be in Vancouver with flights booked and everything but when a last minute meeting came up you had to pull out. Much to the annoyance of Anthony though.

Thinking you were doing the right thing you told him to go enjoy the dinner reservations he made. But after your long day of work when you came home the last thing you expected to see was the rumour mill that twitter made talking about how Anthony had a new girlfriend.

She was taller than you and looked like a blonde supermodel. Through frustration you grumbled something to yourself before you dialled in your boyfriends number “hey y/n!” Anthony was always good about picking up on the first or second ring “yeah I’ll be done in a sec,” he added clearly talking to someone on his side of the call.

You never liked admitting that you felt insecure in your relationship, but how could you not when you were with some hotshot hockey player? It also wasn’t helped by the fact that he lived 3 hours behind you and in a different country “don’t tell me she’s there,” you choked on the words as tears formed in your eyes.

Anthony clicked his tongue hearing the soft whimper you let out “who baby?” His nickname always had you melting into his hand but now you felt repulsed by it “that girl-“ your eyebrows knitted together as you thought the boy was playing tricks on you acting all oblivious.

The hockey player cut you off “told you that Twitter isn’t good for you.” His reminder felt condescending as you sat down feeing like you were having his lecture in person “why are they all talking about it?” Your voice was soft as you wiped your cheek with the back of your hand to clean the tears away from you.

He almost forgot he was on the phone to you as he stared at the girl who was on his couch pointing at her watch to signal that they were late “when she realised that we both had no plans tonight I said she should come with me.” Tito explained leaving you silent as he wasn’t denying that he spent the night with this bombshell of a girl “she’s just a friend though baby you got nothing to worry about.” Somehow his attempt to comfort you only made your nerves stick out more.

You tried to formulate a coherent sentence as you felt stupid for getting all upset “look I’ve got a few days off next week, why don’t I come see you?” He proposed causing that stupid love drunk smile to form on your face “I’d like that a lot.” You nodded missing your boyfriend now more than ever.

From the moment he arrived in New York you two could feel that something was different. As you invited some of his favourite old teammates over for dinner you felt relieved that you weren’t having to spend the night alone with him.

But of course that sense of peace had to be disturbed “baby why don’t you leave those for the morning?” You asked seeing Anthony’s back towards you as you entered the kitchen.

If there was one thing that usually fixed your problems it was sex. Sure that sounded stupid and like you were both teenagers, but as a couple your favourite way to end even the smallest of fights as with sex.

Which is why you thought it was the fix this problem needed “I want to wake up to a clean kitchen.” The Canadian always felt this rewarding feeling whenever he got to see an empty set of sinks in the morning.

You decided to try a little harder as you walked over to him “think I’ve got something a little more fun for you to do before that though.” You mumbled letting your hands slide up the front of his shirt.

That only seemed to piss him off “Jesus y/n let me finish the fucking-” the moment he began lashing out you stepped back keeping your lips shut until he spun around to look at you.

It didn’t take his eyes long to make their way down your body as you tied the string around your robe up clearly deciding that it wasn’t right for tonight “oh,” Anthony’s voice was soft as he realised that you were wearing his favourite lingerie.

The set was something you bought when he was on a long road trip once and you sent him pictures of each set you tried on in the store and when he picked the blue set you went to the airport to pick him up in a coat with nothing on underneath besides for that new set “forget it.” You rolled your eyes now feeling embarrassed as you turned around heading back to your bedroom where you sat on your bed for fifteen minutes waiting for him to come after you.

But he never did and you felt like an idiot.

April came around and you were now onto month four of feeling like something was wrong but you never felt confident enough to talk to Anthony about it so instead you let your relationship get to the worst it had ever been. Excuses were made each time one of you was meant to see the other and as the time between phone calls grew, the amount of fight you put up to see the other person decreased.

Tonight you were going out with some of the guys from the Islanders team. Mat invited you along as they were celebrating their place in the playoff “I know they are your friends.” You rolled your eyes at the phone call as Anthony couldn’t understand how his best friend invited you along.

It was somewhat amusing because Mat was the one who introduced you to your boyfriend “I’m going to support the boys okay?” You heard a knock at the door making you open it.

A smile formed on your face seeing older Canadian as you ushered him inside motioning to him to keep quiet as you were on the phone “yes I’ll let you know when I’m home.” It sounded like you were talking to a parent rather than your boyfriend.

Mat made himself comfortable on your couch as his spread his legs leaning into the soft fabric “I’m going to go now.” And with that you hung up. It irritated you how the first time he called you in over a month was because one of his old teammates mentioned that he was seeing you tonight “you okay kid?” Mat asked furrowing his eyebrows.

Despite the fact that there was only a two year age gap between you both when he met you, you were a freshman in college in your Maple Leafs jersey as you willingly spent your morning in a cafe arguing with the Islander player about how the Canadian team was better. Mat would never admit this to you or Anthony but he thought you were hot, that’s why he invited you to the game when the Maple Leafs came to visit. Why he scored a goal and pointed right up to the box where you sat, but even more so why he scored three goals. But no matter how hard Mat tried to impress you, it was no match against Anthony’s soft smile that he sent you making you weak in the knees.

You sighed sitting next to him “Tito is mad at me again.” You mumbled fiddling with the bracelet that the older boy gave you for your twenty first, the piece of jewellery that you now never take off.

Mat slipped his hand onto your knee giving it a squeeze “don’t worry about him.” The Canadian wanted to act like his crush on you had diminished over the years but when you called him in tears because you realised that you were drowning your sorrows in too much Chinese food for one person to ear during Anthony’s first night in Vancouver. The speed Mat drove across the city going through each red light told him otherwise.

Having him around always comforted you “think I just need to let loose tonight.” You mumbled running your hand through your hair pushing it back unintentionally revealing your collar bones that were highlighted by the low cut of your dress “finally give you a reason to keep up with me.” Mat always drank faster than you as you wrote it down to his lack of a college career where he never got the chance to grow out of it.

You rolled your eyes letting out a laugh “think you’ll be keeping up with me tonight.” You mumbled looking down at your phone to see the time “we’re late,” you groaned quickly getting up. Mat followed your actions with a smile “only means we have to make up for the lost time.” He pointed out making you laugh.

Oh how pretty that sound was.

The bar was packed full of players and their partners with you being the only plus one without a romantic connection to the team. You had practically drunk your way through the bar as the wags believed that you were making up for lost time after you turned down each of their offers to join them on girls night since Anthony left. It was stupid sure, but you always felt out of place when you were with them, so you thought that you’d feel worse without your boyfriend there.

But instead you surprisingly felt like you fitted in as Mat’s arm snaked around your waist “you want another one?” He asked motioning to your empty glass.

The girls had smirks on their faces as they watched your cheeks turn pink feeling his breath on your neck “I’ll come!” You blurted out making them bite the inside of their cheeks to hold in the giggles.

Whilst everyone thought you would marry Anthony, it made all of the girls happy to see you smile and until you or Mat did anything that crossed a line. They didn’t see the point in telling Anthony that his friend was taking care of his girlfriend.

Because to them everything that Mat and you did was friendly, the touches, the smiles, the looks. But what none of them knew was how each of your heart rates increased at the mere thought of the other. Mat locked his hand into yours as he pulled you through the crowd “two refills please.” He asked the bartender with his signature smile.

When the hockey player turned to you he realised you had been staring “what are you thinking about kid?” Mat’s voice was soft as he sat you in the barstool in front of him “how bad would it be if we left?” You cocked your head staring at his Hazel orbs that seemed to be locked into your soul.

Your question made Mat laugh “you had enough?” He frowned wanting to have more of your company for longer. You were quick to shake your head “no of course not,” your cheeks turned pink as you panicked “I just want ice cream and some vodka right now.” The pairing was weird but it seemed to be the only thing going through your mind “well it’s a good thing that I have both of those in my apartment then isn’t it?” His comment made your eyes light up with excitement.

Without thinking he held his hand out to you “they’re all so drunk I don’t think they’ll notice us leave.” Mat mumbled causing you to nod as he pulled you out of the bar somehow without anyone noticing.

During the drive back to his you remained fairly quiet as the Uber driver continued to talk to Mat about what it was like being a hockey player “I’m telling you I think he loves you.” You got the words out between your fit of giggles.

Mat groaned shaking his head “was nervous to have such a pretty girl in his car.” The boy shot back shoving his spoon back into the Häagen-Dazs ice cream container as he ignored the workout he was going to have to do tomorrow.

His compliment made your stomach do flips “think he’d be more affected by you,” you shook your head taking a sip of the expensive vodka that he had given you to drink “if he was gay-“ before you could swallow you let out a laugh resulting in a cough from you.

The hockey player grew alarmed watching your face turn red “you okay?” All you could do was nod until your throat calmed down “you care about me.” You teased rubbing your elbow with his as you smiled.

As much as Mat tried to ignore how he felt about you it was no longer working “of course I do.” The Canadian wanted to scoff that you would ever even consider to think that he didn’t.

But what he didn’t expect as your eyes locked with his was that you would lean forward to kiss him. At first Mat melted into the kiss as this was something he always wanted but as you moved to his lap he was reminded of the fact that you weren’t his “what about Tito?” Mat gasped forcing himself to feel guilty about the situation. Your lips formed a frown “he doesn’t love me anymore Mat,” you shook your head as tears formed in your eyes “and I don’t love him.” It was the first time you had ever actually said that out loud.

Yet it was all true, the fire that was once burning underneath your relationship turned to an occasional spark that had gone into hiding for the last few months. Mat stared at your soft facial expression “why don’t you leave him?” He asked furrowing his brows “don’t want to be alone.” Your confession made you seem week.

Truthfully though you had grown used to Anthony’s company and you were scared to see if you could survive without a boyfriend in your life “you aren’t alone.” Mat sighed tracing his finger along your jaw letting his thumb settle on your lip.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking but if he showed you that he was here for you then maybe you’d leave Anthony for good “prove it to me then baby.” You pushed your lips back into his as the boy walked the two of you to his room letting your body hit his mattress.

Mat was finally going to have his way with you.

The next morning.

You let out a groan as you heard a loud knock at the door “baby go get it,” you grumbled wanting to go back to sleep “fine.” Hearing Mats voice from beside you had the events of last night quickly falling back into your head.

Somehow though the boy seemed calmer about it all as he sent you a smile “could get used to this.” You were wearing one of his old Islanders shirts, the first time you were wearing a piece of merch from the team that wasn’t from Anthony.

It reminded you of the fact that you still had a boyfriend but here you were in his best friends bed covered in hickies whilst he was covered in scratches “you should answer the door.” You pushed your hair out of your face as you began to feel sick. You weren’t upset about last night, you loved the reminder of feeling what it was like to be loved.

To put it simply you felt bad that you had done it to a guy like Anthony, your mother raised you better than that “I’ll send them on their way and then we can talk about last night.” Mat wasn’t an idiot, he could see that you weren’t thinking about Anthony by the way you stared at the promise ring on your finger that he gave you when he came back in February.

It only took you two months to go ahead and fuck that one up “okay,” you nodded biting the inside of your cheek as you struggled to comprehend how you would talk to Anthony after this.

Your stomach did flips as you stared at yourself in Mats bedroom mirror. In that moment you felt like a horrible person and there was honestly no denying that you were one. Your precious Anthony would never cross a line like the one that you had and you only hoped that you had enough time to fix it before everything was thrown back in your face “what took you so long dude?”

That voice sent a chill down your spine as your eyes went wide with any desire of wanting extra sleep quickly being thrown out of the window.

What the fuck was Anthony doing at Mat’s door?

[tobbotobbs]

''Talking is exhausting"

My first story related post! I hope it's good and have fun!

Just a little brain vomit I had about Spencer going nonverbal after getting too overstimulated while interrogating a suspect.

Watching through the glass of the interrogationroom, m/n got nervous second by second that flew by. Spencer was in that cold looking, empty room with one of the suspects they assumed was the unsub they were looking for. Hotch said he should interrogate the woman, because she looked to be having some kind of affections for their favorite doctor. So in he went, now getting stressed more and more while the woman flirted unhinged with the brunette.

M/n saw how his colleague and significant other started to pick on his fingers. Whenever the stress gets to his head he starts picking on them or on his long sleeves but it was summer so wearing a shirt it was and choosing his hands instead. ,,Hotch, are you sure it was a good idea to send Reid in there with her? I mean, he looks kinda like freaking out to me", Derek hesitated, standing right beside m/n and their Boss, who was watching the scene go on without a doubt in his mind. ,,Yes Morgan, I am very sure of this. Give him time he gets there trust me", that was his monotone answer while he turned around and left the two agents still worried for their friend.

Time went on, more minutes and more minutes went by till Spencer was so stressed he suddenly stopped bickering and discussing with the suspect. She didn't noticed, never stopped dreaming about herself and what she could do to him and where they could do it. It was like she didn't even care he was an agent with the FBI or that she in fact was getting interrogates because she seems suspicious to them. So carefree it made them all sick. She fit perfect into their profile. Confident about herself, not caring about serious situations. Being so affected by skinny and scrawny tall men with longer hair then the norm.

,,Hey...Derek?", ,,Yeah M/n ?", ,,I think Spencer needs help I...I will go get him and you'll continue to talk to that girl? So we actually get something else out of her than this delusional blabbering?", ,,Yeah sounds good to me let's do it". The men walked to the door which lead to the interrogationroom and separated them from the other two people. With a stern look m/n pushed the door open and walked in.

Spencer looked up from where his eyes had been stuck upon, his shoes, and saw his boyfriend and best friend entering the room. He wanted to say something but he couldn't and his mind went a 100 thoughts in a second. M/n knew exactly what was going on and took Spencer by the Hand to lead him outside and into the hallway of the police station while Morgan stayed and started talking to Lilia, the girl he had tried and failed to interrogate like Hotch had expected from him.

Suddenly he was stopped. He hadn't even noticed m/n had taken him into a small burau that was empty of any humans. The door closed m/n gently pushed the taller one into a chair and sat down beside him in another. He took the brunettes hand and gently tapped it so he would focus on him. Spencer looked up, but not into m/n eyes, rather at his hair because it was hard to hold eye contact right now.

,,Do you need something Love?", quietly asked into the silent room and still holding Spencer's hand, who in return tapped 2 times against the other mans hand with his finger. They had talked about situations like this before. It was not uncommon for Spencer to get over or understimulated on or off cases. When that happens he tends to stop talking and doing common social interactions in general. That's why they talked about the tapping system. They heard of it in a few books Spencer and m/n read together, or more like Spencer read and told m/n the facts afterwards on their countless cuddle dates and sleepy mornings/nights.

So they decided to try and use it and who would've guessed, it was actually a pretty good system for them. So one time tap meant no and two taps meant yes. ,,Alright. I have my pen and notebook let me quickly pull it out so u can write down what you need, alright?", he seemed unsure to do this because he had to let go of the brunettes hand and he hates letting go of m/n hand in those times. A short nod from the other though calmed his uneasiness and so he let go of the hand and quickly searched for the notebook and pen he swore he had with him. And found them, he had.

Slowly the taller one took the pen and book and started putting word after word on the blank page. After a while he gave it back to m/n and looked a little flustered to the side. Softly smirking, m/n read the words and looked up at his cute boyfriend. ,,Of course. I think Hotch will let us get back to the hotel already if I explain to him. Then we can do that and it will be just the two of us without any disturbance, alright Love?". A last time he felt the two taps on his hand before they went to talk to Hotch.

On the page was written in clumsy handwriting:

Can we cuddle and maybe take a nap while you read The Narrative from John Smith to me?

Alright! That's a wrap up for now! I hope it was good and that there's not too many mistakes, I didn't really proofread it sooo yeah sorry for that ig!

Till next time <3

[grumfield]

watching your slow slide into star wars has got me thinking: what do you think are the main differences in characterization between obi-wan and chu wanning??

Not to get all meta-y but like. This ask. head explodes. The ask to end all asks i'm gonna go crazy. The obi-wan information is informed by the books and movies, not the cartoon show.

I legitimately believe that Obi-Wan is like, the polar opposite of Chu Wanning in almost every possible way, and I believe that Chu Wanning would view Obi-Wan as legitimately banally evil on the same level as the upper cultivation guys he hates. On an aesthetic "emotionally stunted shizun, doomed disciple" level they're similar, but that's where it ends. Their differences primarily lie with their different opposite to the world around them and levels of complacency with corrupt systems.

It all boils down to the fact that Obi-Wan is orthodox and Chu Wanning is revolutionary.

Obi-Wan is a good Jedi, it's his entire identity, but being a good Jedi does not necessarily make a good person (ie. Jedi have noble motives but centuries of systematic complacency have led them to be passive towards institutional problems like slavery, which they allow to continue) and as a result lacks actual overarching moral conviction to be anything else but good at what his order requires of him. He has been trained by complacent people and raised in an environment where anything else outside of his own insular group is considered uncivilized and must be tamed (if we're using religious metaphors, he's like a bishop raised at the Vatican). His conception of morality is passive and he never questions it as he follows the tenets of his Order but little else. Breaking from the rules is seen as problematic or a deficiency of character because of this (which is brought up a lot in Jedi quest and other books), not as a potential vehicle to question why things are the way they are. To him, things are the way they are for a reason, and everyone must abide by them, because that is the way they are. Upon the destruction of the order, without the rules in place that he's always followed, he falls back on complacency and indecision: for example, when he's faced with having to kill or save his disciple, he chooses to do nothing and Darth Vader is made because of that. He doesn't join the subsequent resistance, and he also eventually just trains Luke to go do the job he still doesn't want to do (kill Anakin/Vader). You can argue that this is a love thing and while yeah that has stuff to do it I'm a bit uncharitable about it given everything, because if love had everything to do with it he could have done the merciful thing and killed Anakin or saved him, but he did neither. He's a warning against inaction.

Chu Wanning on the other hand is a cultivator but an incredibly strong moral backbone to the point where he is actively willing to destroy himself to save people less fortunate than him. He'll break rules to dole out justice or punishment even if it's in anger. I call him Homura from Madoka if she was a socialist because that's kind of what he is lol. The cultivation world and sects exists to support his own moral goals (making armor for the poor, etc.) and he doesn't rely on them for guidance (as proven with how he left his previous master, then the Nangongs, and why he stays at Sisheng Peak). He is willing to defy everyone and everything to save people. And like when his own disciple is 'bad' and being punished by the institution, he makes proactive decisions to go against them in a spectacular display to get him back and take him away. His understanding of morality is informed by the actions of people themselves, uninformed by institutional rules. It's what makes him beloved to me...

Anyways.

Chu Wanning is so precious and i want to wrap him in a blanket while Obi-Wan the coward stands outside in the rain and just gets wetter and wetter and comes down with the flu. I love them both a wholeeeeeee lot. I just realize now that comparing Chu Wanning to him or thinking they're similar is like comparing idk. Ancient china Jesus and…I wouldn’t go so far as to say Judas, but maybe Peter or Thomas

[night-market-if]

I agree with your DAV take! I was really really excited. Pre-ordered deluxe, finished in about four days, and was left with mixed emotions. I'm curious what your opinion will be once you reach the third act, because imo that was the best part of the game. But, yeah, this is the first DA game where I've been more interested in continuing the main story than doing any of the companion questlines. Which is both a bad and good thing. Mostly a bad one. Once you finish the game, I definitely recommend taking a look at the veilguard art book. Google Books has about 50 or so preview pages, and @/felassan has posted them on their tumblr as well. There's a lot of art from the original concepts the dev team was brewing immediately after Inquisition. Before execs were like "fuck that we actually need live service games", and before David Gaider and other DA veterans left or were let go. It feels so much more like dragon age, and I've just been mourning what we could've had lol. But it's interesting to see the concepts that made it into the final product after all that, and how much ended up sanitized in that distinctly corporate way. But, yeah, I just wish the dev team had been given the resources and freedom they needed. Also sorry for rambling in your ask box lol I'm just obsessed with DA

I have still yet to finish it. I've literally been choosing Supermarket Simulator and Sims 4 over the game. Which is just such a sad sign to me. I want to like it so very badly. I really do. And I will finish it (no spoilers) but it's just one of those things where I think the only reason I am playing is for Solas content. Because I love him so much. But I remember when Inquisition came out. I called off work and played it like crazy for days. When the end twist came, I literally called my husband at work to scream.

The opening of Origins with the dragon flying by still gives me chills. It transports me right back to my first apartment that I shared with my mother. To steaming mugs of tea that I would drink so I could stay up and play it just a bit longer. Me surviving on eggs because it was the quickest thing to cook so I could get back to playing.

I don't know if I'm just not in a stage of my life anymore that allows me to immerse myself or if the game was just that uninteresting. And like I said, I will finish it, but I just don't care about any of the characters and half the time, they start talking about something, and I zone out.

Though, this is a case and point to the fact that writers and developers just need to be free to do their own thing without the higher ups intervening.

[waltermis]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Feel free to send your own prompts too! The categories don't matter too much, just send in whatever you want with a genre and a character.

Angst 💔

"It doesn't matter if you read the book backwards, because either way, we will end up as strangers,"

"Out of 8 billion hearts, I fell for the one that doesn't beat for me."

"Maybe they were my once upon a time, but not my happily ever after."

"Though I was only a chapter in yours, you will always be my entire story."

"You and I are like December and January, a moment away yet a lifetime apart."

"I knew the beginning and the end, and yet I dared."

"A few months ago, I would have said 'see you next chapter', but now I realize that I have to start a whole new book that doesn't include your character."

"And even though, when I fell in love, our eyes met, I always knew our hearts would never meet."

"This was the end. The end of what never began."

"I'll leave an extra page, just in case."

"I chose you before myself and you chose me after everything else."

"It can't/didn't change the fact that they loved someone else."

"Were we really better off as strangers?"

"Perhaps in a different life, a different world, it would've been ended like we wanted."

"In the future, if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position of falling in love again, fall in love with me."

"Out of everything I had in life, I chose you, but you didn't choose me."

"I knew the painful end of this story from the very beginning, and yet, I never expected my memories of you lasting longer then the moments I spent with you."

"I loved you with everything in me, you loved me with just a speck of yourself."

"There's so many pages left, you have the pen if you ever decide to continue our story."

"There wouldn't be a universe in where I haven't fallen for you, but I hope in one... you fell for me as well."

"While I was a page in your story, you were the title in mine."

"Meeting you was and still is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Until I found out, it was only my imagination."

"You were my dream, but never my reality."

"I'll leave a bookmark at the end, in hope that one day, I can continue writing our story."

"I whispered your name, to check if it still hurts the same."

"We were both blind, I didn't see anyone else, and they didn't see me."

"You were my book, but I'm not even a chapter."

"In the end, our hearts wrote a love letter that fate refused to deliver."

"I fell for the eyes that weren't looking at me."

"We were like a coin, forged together, and yet facing different directions."

"You will always be my most beautiful almost."

"Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you."

"I will forever cherish the memories we made, but I think it would have been better if we never met."

"I was always yours, but you were never mine."

Love whispered, but fate spoke louder.

"You weren't a story, you were a lesson I never learned."

"My biggest mistake wasn't falling for you! It was thinking that maybe you fell for me too..."

"I'll leave a few pages in the hope that we'll finish it together."

"In the end, it's you and them. Not me and you."

"You were, maybe still are, my favorite fantasy."

"If only I wasn't only a page in your story, maybe you wouldn't be my greatest what-if."

First & Last sentence 💫

"I brought you flowers,"

"How long?"

"Wait for me!"

"How do I look?"

"You're my angel,"

"I'm ready,"

"I guess I'm stuck with you,"

"And there they were,"

"I know what love is,"

"And then I saw them,"

"Will you be mine?"

"It was you,"

"Shut up,"

"Forever and always,"

"You're doing great,"

Fluff 💞

"Stop looking at me like that!"

"You're adorable,"

First 'I love you'

Moving in together

"You're lucky you're hot."

"Forever and always,"

"You're cute,"

Imagine Natasha buying some mistletoe, hanging it up around the compound, and then trying with increasingly less subtlety as time goes on to get you underneath it so she can steal a kiss, while you remains blissfully oblivious, and somehow manages to miss all of Natasha’s hints.

Imagine Natasha returning the engagement ring she got for you to the jeweller. Not because you said no, but because you had worked up the courage to propose before Nat did.

"You said you need a distraction," "So where is it?" "You're looking at it,"

Enemies to Lovers ❤️‍🔥

Natasha and you driving in heavy rain after a mission. It’s getting hard to see anything, so they pull over and find a covered picnic area to wait out the storm. You talk until it’s safe to drive again, and find out loads of new things about each other.

Hurt/Comfort ⛈️

"You remembered?"

"Please don't go,"

"I've got nowhere else to be."

"You're not doing this alone,"

[vikings-til-valhalla]

When I was in kindergarten, my music teacher showed the class the famous movie "The Sound of Music". It took several classes to finish it, but I didn't remember anything about it except for one scene where Maria stood on a hill singing that line, "The hills are alive with the sound of music." Everything else became a total blank.

Today, I rewatched it with my mother for the first time in almost 20 years. And all I can say is this:

1. I'm damn surprised a teacher was allowed to show this to kindergarteners.

2. I'm damn mad at myself for not remembering the literal entire point of the movie, which is love and loyalty through love, whether for better or worse.

The horrors of Nazi Germany, and escaping them, it makes me think of what my family had to go through to escape themselves. That's right. I had several family members who, back in the 1940s, fled Germany to avoid being forced into Naziism. They made it onto a boat, and went to Canada, but that's as far as I was ever told. My grandma, old as she was, couldn't remember much more, so she hadn't told any of her kids beyond this.

But it makes me think. My grandma, too, was part of a convent of nuns. She also fell in love and left, married, and had 5 children, although they'd lived in America at the time and continued to do so until this day. Just like Maria fell in love with Georg despite being a nun, and together, as a family, they all fled. Because they loved each other, and they prevailed for the sake of love. It was horrifying, their escape. Traumatic, and full of fear. Fear that, to me, was real. Because somewhere, in the past, my family experienced it firsthand themselves, and were too horrified to tell anyone the whole story.

I remember in 5th grade, a kid in my class had either a grandfather or an uncle (I forget which) who'd escaped a concentration camp. That relative published a book on the experience, came into class, and read it aloud to us, or at least part of it. And... it was just as terrifying to me as when I'd met former slaves who came to my class years beforehand to talk about their experiences as well. It was the 2000s. And yet, these people lived, had stories to tell, experiences to share, and I'm damn lucky I had the opportunity to meet them, hear them out, and learn about history at such a young age specifically from those who'd experienced it themselves.

For years as a kid, I knew Nazis were awful. I felt horrible about being a huge part German growing up because of this. But when I learned my family's story, or what little of it that I know, I started to take pride. Pride in the fact that they actively went against oppression, and gave life to a legacy that continues today where, even though I'm just one person long descended from them, I have experienced all kinds of oppression myself, and met people whose experiences are parallel but distant from my own, and we've stuck together for our lives to fight oppression ourselves.

I've met folks from all walks of life. I've seen everyone who's gone through everything imaginable. I've gone through a lot of stuff myself, things I can barely speak of because they're horrifying to me. And it's because of this that I choose to do whatever it takes to help anyone and everyone find safety, happiness, and freedom.

My distant relatives did the same, and created a family with the hopes that they'd live better lives someday, as everyone who becomes a parent hopes. And thus, I fight for a future of the same desire: make it better for everyone. When you leave, make sure things are better than when you arrived.

Fuck Nazis. Fuck oppression. Fuck supremacy.

Fight for freedom. And, on that note, free Palestine. For the love of everything, free them. This is a more than a massacre, it's a genocide. I've been through massacres myself. This is far worse than that.

Keep taking action, keep protesting, keep fighting, keep flooding politicians with messages, keep donating to Palestinian organizations, keep hearing the voices of Palestinians because they're here and they will tell you what must be done to help them. Do not stop. Ever. The future depends on everyone together fighting for the safety and freedom of one another.

From the river to the sea. Free Palestine.

[slytherin-girly]

Ever After/ A Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

Requested by: JulzLovDraco4Eva (wattpad)

House: Gryffindor

Year: 7th

Blood: wasn't specified so u choose I guess :) (half or pure) for the story:)

Word count: 2.6k give or take

A/n: I AM SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER! SORRY! I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! SORRY AGAIN!

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Hi, I'm Y/n L/n, and this is where it all started, my life.

       {Y/n POV before Hogwarts}

                       {Age:10}

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"Draco! Come back here!" I yelled chasing after Draco, my best friend.

"Give me my book back!"

"Only if you can catch me!" He yelled back to me

"Oh game on!" I starting running as fast as my legs could carry me.

"No fair!" I pouted taking a seat in the grass out of breath from all that running

"Of fine, here's your stupid book" He says handing it over rolling his eyes and laughing at me

"Can you believe we're going to Hogwarts together," I said,"we'll still be best friends right?"

"Of course Y/n, we will"

"Yay" I clapped.

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My parents are best friends with the Malfoys so I don't see how Draco and I could ever not be friends really.

   

                     {Y/n POV}

                     {Year: 1st}

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"Draco! Over here!" I called out as soon as I saw him and his mother and father.

Pushing through the crowd of everyone I suppose were going to Hogwarts.

While making my way through the crowd I saw a girl with, very curly hair carrying a lot of books.

She smiled so I returned the smile.

"There you are, were gonna miss the train! C'mon!" Draco said rushing me.

"Okay okay slow down one second, jeez"

I gave both my parents a hug and waved goodbye to dracos parents.

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            {Sorting ceremony}

"We're ready for you now" a voice said.

"Follow me" if I presumably remember correctly I believe she said her name was professor mcgonagall? Not sure though

Draco and I walked side by side, through the doors that lead into a massive great hall

"Woah" I said looking up at the ceiling.

"Woah is right" draco agreed.

The professor lady, started calling names, I was patiently waiting for my name

"Hermione Granger!"

It's that girl from earlier, she has a nice name.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting house yelled.

Applause from the gryffindor table a suppose.

"Ronald Weasley!" A finger headed boy walked up to the hat and sat on the stool.

It took a few seconds until the hat made its decision

"GRYFFINDOR!" It yelled

More applauding.

"Draco Malfoy!"

I patted him on the back and gave him a small smile.

He walked up and just as the hat touched his head it said, "SLYTHERIN!" I clapped for him as he made his way to the slytherin table I suppose

"Y/n L/n!" My name was called. I gulped and made my way up.

"Hmmm.... very different.. haven't seen one like this in awhile... better be... GRYFFINDOR!"  I smiled slightly wishing I had been in the same house as draco, but oh well. He said that we'd always be friends.

I sat beside the girl I saw earlier.

"Hi, I'm L/n, Y/n L/n." I said to her and stuck my hand out

"I'm Hermione Granger" she said and shook my hand.

She continued the sorting until two other boys sat beside Hermione and I

"Hello, what are your names?" I asked them

"Ron weasley" said the red head

"Er- Harry Potter" the black haired boy answered

"Nice to meet you two, I'm Y/n L/n."

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"Girls dormitories are to the right, and boys on the left" said the prefect once we got inside our common room.

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It has been a few weeks since draco has last talked to me. We haven't spoken since the sorting.

We happened to have potions together, maybe I can try to talk with him after class.

Once potions class was finally over it took dreadfully long to finish. I in fact liked charms ckass way better.

"Hey Draco wait up!" I called out to me.

He turned to face me, "what do you want L/n" annoyance in his tone.

"I just- want to talk to you. We haven't talked ever since we got sorted!"

"Let's keep it that way then"

He was starting to walk away

"But why! You said we'd be best friends forever!" I yelled and walked off.

                     {Y/n POV}

                    {Year:2nd}

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Pathetic. Utterly pathetic

"Hey mudblood and weaselbe. Oh and how can I forget the famous Harry Potter, scarhead really" draco snickers and so does the other slytherins.

"Just ignore him guys" I said pushing all three of them away from him.

"I don't understand why he doesn't say anything about you Y/n" Ron said

"I agree" said Harry

"I think he fancies you" Hermione said

"What!" Ron and Harry said in unison.

We had stopped walking. My mouth was held agape trying to comprehend what she had just said.

"What? Don't give me those looks, it's the only logical explanation, if you guys read books more often-"

"That's why we have you so we won't have to read books, we can just ask you" Ron interrupted her big speech that we've heard more than once that's for sure.

"He hasn't bullied her since 1st year guys, honestly do you even pay attention-"

"No we don't watch to people and think that they fancy each other just by watching them" Ron interrupted her again.

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"You're gonna do what?!" I asked very alarmed.

"Just a simple polyjuice potion for information" Hermione repeated.

"From who?"

"Malfoy." Answered Harry.

"Okay, I know Draco isnt the most pleasant at all, but he wouldn't know anything about the stuff you guys want to know" I said

"And how do you know that?" Hermione questioned.

"We were best friends Hermione! That's why! Ever since we were little! He stopped talking to me ever since the bloody sorting. Happy! That's why! ... I'm sorry, I'm gonna go take a nap. Sorry guys." I said tears still coming down my face.

I walked up to my lonely dormitory.

"I miss my best friend" I whimpered hugging my pillow tightly.

                     {Y/n  POV }

                     {Year: 3rd}

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No one knew but, I think Hermione was catching on though, I had always liked Draco. He was my best friend, how could I not. I always found him adorable but this was just another level of hotness

"What're you looking at Y/n?" Ginny asked me.

"Nothing" I said and turned my gaze down towards my plate

"Sureeee" Ginny said obviously not believing what I had said.

"Potter! Potter!" Draco hissed, "Is it true you fainted? Like actually fainted"

One of his goons pretended to faint.

"Shove off Malfoy" Ron said putting his hand on Harry's  and turning back around.

What happened between us? We were best friends. What happened? Is it because I was sorted in gryffindor? Was it? Maybe that's why. But why doesn't he torment me like the other gryffindors? I kept putting those questions in my head throughout the day, like a song on repeat.

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Harry mumbled the password to the fat lady in the painting and we went to common room

"Anything exciting today guys?" I asked generally intrigued.

"Nah, but Malfoy being Malfoy walked up to a hippogriff." Ron said

Sounds like the Malfoy I used to know

I sighed, "goodnight guys" and with that I walked off.

I sat by my windowsill looking up at the moon and stars, so beautiful.

                  {Draco's POV}

I made my way back to my dorm room and lied on my bed.

I sighed, still thinking about Y/n.

Why did I stop being friends with her in the first place? Shes a wonderfully beautiful incredible and stunning girl. Well no turning back time now.

                      {Y/n POV}

                      {Year:5th}

Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining but why the hell is Draco only tormenting everyone else, except me? I mean I'm not gonna complain though

All I want to know is why and that is what I'm going to find out.

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I was sitting with Harry Ron and Hermione in common room until I needed to take my plan into action.

He likes the astronomy tower right? I think so

"I've gotta go guys I said running off into the dorms, no one knew I had a little invisibility cloak of my own. No one had to know.

I grabbed the cloak and put it over my head waiting for someone to come into common room so I could slip out.

"Wonder what's up with her" Ron said. Hermione just shrugged.

"Dunno." Harry said

Just than Neville came through into common room, so I slipped out.

Once I reached the stairs I took off the cloak and made my way up to the top.

When I got there I saw Draco standing there admiring the moon and stars.

We've never talked in years. This might be a little awkward but I want an answer to my question.

I walked up silently and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey Draco" I said

He jumped a little not noticing that I was up here.

"O-oh Y/n. I didn't know y-you were here"he stuttered, "why are you up here anyway"

"I wanted to ask you something" I said,"if y ou don't mind that is"

"Of course not"

"Well, I'm not complaining But- why do you only torment my friends, and not me?"

"Y/n- its complicated okay"

"But i wanna know." I said in a stubborn tone.

"I'm afraid you'll hate me more than you already do if I say it"

"Draco. I never hated you. I did wonder why you just stopped talking to me. But I could never ever hate you"

"Just tell me" I said curiously

"M-my father has a-arraigned for u-us to get m-married"

I stood there and didn't say anything.

"I told you that you'd hate-" I cut him off.

"Its not actually a bad idea to me, I actually already like you, ever since before we came to Hogwarts really" I said scratching the back of my neck.

"Really?"

"Yes really, but I understand if-"

"I like you too Y/n, I dont know why I stopped talking to you, I was being a git."

"Right on that one." Draco chuckled.

"So uhm- does this mean we're a thing?" I asked.

"If you want it to be a thing"

"In that case, yes I do." I said and pulled him into a hug.

"Do you mind if we keep it a secret" he asked.

"No, that's fine"

                      {Y/n POV}

                      {Year:7th}

It was now near the end of our 7th year at Hogwarts. And Draco hasn't been himself lately.

"Draco please tell me what's wrong" I pleaded him.

"There's a war coming very soon Y/n!" He hissed, "it's coming to Hogwarts. The dark lord has risen."

"What!"

"Listen, he's going to rip this place to shreds. My father wants be to be a death eater like him. But I refused. So the dark lord is going to come after me too I suppose."

"Then come with us Draco. Dumbledore's army," I said

"That sounds like a better idea than getting some sort of dark mark on your arm"

" yeah it does. A whole lot." I say giggling.

"Sooooo whaddya say Dray"

We hugged each other again.

To be honest. I wasn't expecting that, but that's life. I know we will make it out alive.

"Let's go tell professor mcgonagall,  you do know that ever since potter started saying you were a death eater she has her suspicions too"

"Good idea"

As we were fast walking to professor mcgonagalls office he said something.

"Y'know I can't believe that we're engaged"

"Same here"

We open the doors  and there she is.

"Professor, can we have a word" I asked

"Of course what is it"

"You know how you have been having suspicions about Draco being a death eather" I said, "his father wanted him to be one, but he refused. He's joined our side professor." I finished.

"That's wonderful, you two do know that I'll have to say this to everyone right? Or else no one will believe you two." She said.

"Of course of course, great idea" I agreed.

We walked into the great hall, everyone was there except for most of the slytherins. No clue where they could be.

"May I have your attention please." Professor mcgonagall said and all the chit chat stopped, "as we have all had our suspicions, but Draco Malfoy is joining our side of this war"

"Yeah! Wonderful! But why are they wearing rings that match!" Fred and George yelled out.

Oh hell no. Oh well.

"Oh those, they are engaged" Professor mcgonagall said.

I looked out and saw the trio, mouths hung open.

"That is it" said professor mcgonagall walking off.

"I have to go do something Dray, I'll be back" I said kissing his cheek.

"Okay love," he said. There wasn't any use in hiding it anymore anyway.

"How could you hide something that big from us?" Hermione questioned

"Because you'd all hate me." I stated simply.

"No we dont hate you, Y/n, right boys" she gave them a warning look.

"No we don't hate you either. We're just surprised." Said Harry.

"Was it arraigned?" Hermione asked.

"Yes it was. But we found out that we already liked each other."

"Bloody hell" was the only thing Ron had said through this entire conversation.

"But why did he join us?" Harry questioned.

"Because he does not want to be like his father. He doesnt want to follow in his father's footsteps" I said.

With that I walked over to Ginny.

"Hey Gin" I said.

"Hey, it's true then?"

"Oh uhm yeah"

"I was waiting for that. The way you two stole glances at each other was driving me crazy, 'bout time you two got together" she said making me laugh.

                      {Y/n POV}

          {After winning the war}

We did it. Harry has finally did it. He's dead, the dark lord is finally dead.

"Wheres Draco" I murmured to myself.

I was looking all over the place for him.

"Draco! Over here!" I yelled.

We ran to each other and hugged one other tightly.

"Oh Y/n I'm glad you're alright"

"I'm glad that you are alright too Dray, now c'mon"

~~~~~~~

Draco and I had been sending out our invitations to our wedding. Sending them out to everyone we knew that we're very good friends.

I had asked Ginny and Hermione to be the bridesmaids. I couldnt think of anyone that could be better bridesmaids than my to girls.

~~~~~~~

"Ginny Hermione, I'm scared. What if I mess something up? What if I'm not accepted"

"Listen Y/n you two survived against Voldemort, I think you'll be okay" Ginny says reassuring me.

"We know that you'll be okay" Hermione said patting my back.

"You'll be able to survive having Lucius as a father-in-law" Ginny said making us all laugh.

"C'mon, it's time" Hermione said.

I walked down down the aisle with my father.

We had said our long vows.

We had our dance which was actually amazing.

I danced with Lucius once. And Draco danced with my mother.

I saw him talking to the trio for a little bit. They've finally accepted him as a friend.

"C'mon" Draco said grabbing my wrist and pulling us into a private room.

"So Mrs Malfoy"

"So" I said mocking his tone

"Did I ever tell you that I wanted a son named scorpius"

"Oh yes, many time Dray, many times" I said

We continued talking about our future as Mrs. and Mr Malfoy.

Best day ever.

Reblogs are always appreciated! If you repost please give credits, I worked on this for a week ❤

[shatteredsilverwing]

Different Stages of Life AU - First Sleepover Pt. 1

It's the very first time that Angel stayed at Sephiroth's place for a sleepover. Of course, he's very nervous about it, but also happy in a way? But first, let's see how it all came to be. And I kind of have a hunch whose idea it was~ Words: 1,138 words Characters: 6,248 characters

Sephiroth found himself in a distressful situation and Mother Jenova couldn't help herself to feel joyous about it. The reason for that was, once again, Angel, who happened to catch him unawares at the kindergarten the other day.

Every Monday, the children got the opportunity to freely share their adventures of their weekends in their respective morning circle. Angel chose to tell everyone about how much fun she had spending her weekend alone with her grandmother. They had gone on an excursion at the local zoo and her stepfather even permitted her to take her camera with her to take pictures of the animals. Later that day when she was playing house with two of her friends, she had the marvellous idea to spend another weekend with someone she liked. Despite the fact that she was technically every child’s best friend, she would gladly choose one significant boy anytime above everyone else: Sephiroth. He was in the habit of making himself scarce, which made it hard for other children to find him. However, the good thing was that Angel seemed to be the only one who knew where to look. Even if she didn’t, she would track him down until she found him. But such drastic measures weren’t necessary since she knew Sephiroth well enough by now to know all of his secret places. And it wasn’t a surprise at all that she eventually found him at his most favourite spot in the whole kindergarten: the book corner.

If there was something Sephiroth hated the most, it was being disturbed while reading. Especially when he was slouching in his favourite armchair. And, yes, he may have made an exception for Angel, but that didn’t mean that she could enjoy the privilege of fools. To his cost, she played that card a bit too often… First, she slowly crawled up behind his armchair, and then jumped up to cover his eyes with her tiny hands to surprise him. “Guess who!”, she shouted while giggling playfully. With an exasperated sigh, Sephiroth dropped his book down on his lap and leaned his head back slightly. “It’s you Angel”, he replied, stretching the vocal “e” in her name in the most annoyed tone of voice he could muster, “I told you not to disturb me when I’m reading… What do you want?” With an insulted pout, she let go and stomped around the armchair to face him, letting herself fall on the cushioned stool in front of him. “You know, you could really put more work into your courtesy, Sephy.” “And you could really put more work into respecting other people’s privacy, but here we are.” If this was a cartoon, you could’ve seen the steam hissing out of Angel’s ears. She glared angrily at his impish smile, which almost made her ready to burst any minute.

Sephiroth’s bluntness and quick-witted responses constantly managed to catch her off guard, yet she could never be mad at him for some reason. It was a trait she admired about him and sometimes she secretly wished to be like him as well in that regard, instead of resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

But she didn’t seek him out to squabble with him, so she quickly picked up the conversation where they left off. “A-ny-way, I wanted to ask you something. This morning, I talked about my weekend with grandma…”

Sephiroth only gave away a short “Uh-huh” while he switched his attention back to the book he was reading. Angel gracefully ignored it and continued speaking. “And I had much fun spending time with her, we even went to the zoo and saw a lot of animals!” Instead of giving her a proper response, Sephiroth simply kept silent and continued listening to her. It might not have looked that way, but even if he was occupied by something else, he still found the energy to listen to her. And Angel got the hint, so she speaked further. “And now, you see… I had this idea…” Like a scalded cat, Sephiroth’s head shot up and looked at her. His eyes squinted while he slowly set down his book on his lap again. Whenever Angel started a sentence like that, he always had a hunch that it meant trouble. “... How much time do I have to run and hide?” “You’re so mean! It’s not like all of my ideas are bad! … Only a few maybe… B-But this one isn’t, I promise! I’m serious this time! I thought of spending this weekend with you… And maybe I could also stay at your place…?” The confidence Angel had built up for this conversation seemed to vanish into thin air all of a sudden. She felt her cheeks burning brightly, and that right in front of him! It was so embarrassing for her at that moment that she wished she could just disappear off the face of the earth. A feeling she’s unfamiliar with since she used to be so bold and brave in front of everyone. But with Sephiroth… It felt different somehow… Sephiroth was flabbergasted as he expected everything else, just not that. Angel has never visited him before and on top of that, it would be the very first time someone would visit him at all!

The poor boy neither knew what to say, nor could he say what made his heart beating faster right now. Was it happiness? Or was it because he was on the edge of panicking? However, the overwhelming silence made this situation more awkward than it already was, so Angel promptly began to speak yet again. “It’s okay if you don’t want to! I just thought-” “No!”, he abruptly cut her off mid sentence, “I… I’d love to spend this weekend with you…”

Angel’s face lit up in excitement; her cheeks still glowing in a delicate rose, while Sephiroth’s gaze turned down to the floor, his cheeks burning in a deep red. With a playful giggle, she dashed over to Sephiroth and almost knocked him over along with the armchair, and trapped him into a tight embrace.

He accepted her embrace and even returned it, though he was worried that she might hear his deafening heartbeat. In fact, his heart was beating so fast that he felt as if it jumped out of his chest any second. “We just have to ask our Mommy and Daddy first though… But I’m sure that my Daddy doesn’t mind!” Angel’s voice and her bouncing brought him back to the here and now. He took a deep breath, trying to ease his nervousness that still ran through his body. Before he answered her, he nodded slightly.

“I-I don’t think my Mother would mind either. She will be happy if you visit us. A-And me too…”

“Alright! Let’s make it a weekend to remember!”

[kitty-on-the-brink]

Dear world. Dear those who have the power to stop this. Dear people who could make a change but won’t

By the time you get this it will be too late

For days upon end this month fires have raged and burned, yet you say ‘it’s not that bad! The smoke is fine to breathe’, and you continue to heal the promises you made as you dig another oil line.

This week has started for me with a heat wave, sweat dribbling down my legs, and an itchy nose from all the polen. Storms have been raging on the evenings, and as much as I like storms -for they are very calming- I can’t help but think that the storm’s usually come after the summer, not right at the beginning. Or just before, even, in spring. But no, here are the storms and the heat waves in June.

It wasn’t this warm this time last year, or the year before, or the year before that. Or any year I can remember in fact. We had to switch out our winter duvets for the summer ones much sooner this year, and already I don’t want to have a blanket on my bed at all. I hate the sounds of the plug in fans whirring through the night; this country doesn’t come with air-con in the houses, just some fancy schools and offices for rich workers ran by richer people. I bet they have air-con in parliament, where they sit and discuss the rising temperatures, melting ice caps, and never seem to really do anything about it.

Did you know that just stop oil disrupted a flower festival last week? I wouldn’t choose that particular place myself, but it’s admirable work when the government won’t listen any other way, and the news will not report the legal non-disruptive work. And yet my friend, who was writing a book about climate change when we were eleven, still called them the morons. Funny that.

I feel guilty, every time I have a tuna sandwich or get driven down into town when I could have walked. I really shouldn’t. And yet rich people who could speak out and make a difference take half an hour trips on private jets and feel no remorse. It saves them time and convenience. And they eat rare caviar. Big oil and fossil fuel companies that destroy habitats and pump out atmosphere destroying gasses only care about the money they receive and not the impact that what they are doing has. They don’t care that a rare species of bird just went extinct. That a polar bear cub didn’t make it out of its first weeks after I near starved then drowned due to their not being enough ice or food around.

Dear people, while you sit back and watch this happen, just know that you will be dead before this get too bad, and I’ll be left to pick up your mess. I’d not want to go into politics. I want to act or dig up segments of the past and marvel over what happened. But I might just need to take a seat at that table to get things to go right.

[nabateaprodigy]

Hello their sir/friend, I saw that you're writing for Danganronpa and I got giddy so hope your not busy at the moment, Mukuro and Kyoko with a Male Reader who's the ultimate martial artist, but, with a twist, (Spoilers for Kengan Ashura/Omega fans) he uses the "Formless Style", a form of martial art that is made for adaptability, and having a wide range of moves to choose from, like an instinctive reaction, going limp to avoid, withstand, or deflect attacks, and striking at the first opportunity almost instantaneously, but, the "training" is both worth it and not worth it at the same because of the "Gu Rituals", a fight to the death where all students are placed in a single room and forced to kill each other and only one survives, so what would happen if those two learned about the Gu Rituals and the scarring things the reader had to do in order to make it out alive? Thank you for listening and have a good rest of your morning/evening/night :)

Life or Death

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Kyoko and Mukuro.

Genre: Comfort/Angst.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Male.

Notes: Was finally able to add Mukuro's part to this!

Kyoko

Kyoko and always been observant she had noticed your well-built stature. To anyone else, this was clear as day your height and muscles far surpassed most others in Hopes Peak Academy. Kyoko could tell there was to you wanting the strength that muscles gave you.

While Kyoko had the means to figure out why it wasn't her place. You were her boyfriend so whether you wanted to talk about it to her or not was entirely up to you. Little did she know it wouldn't be long until she found out the truth.

It was a day unlike any other for Kyoko nothing special or bad about her day as of yet. Currently, she is in her dorm room reading. Just then she heard a knock at her door putting a bookmark into the book she got up from her desk to see who it was.

"Hi Kyoko can I come in? You aren't busy are you?" You spoke and smiled at Kyoko but she could tell something was off. "No, I'm not busy I was just reading. Come on in S/O."

You entered and walked over to Kyoko's bed and sat on it. Kyoko closed the door and then walked over and sat next to you. "Is everything alright S/O? You don't seem like yourself."

"Ah, so you've already noticed? I just wanted to talk with you about something. It's something that happened today." You spoke as you looked down at the floor.

Kyoko said nothing in response instead waiting for you to continue talking. "As you know I'm the Ultimate Material Artist. It's something I'm proud and not proud of."

"Why is that?" Kyoko spoke looking at you as you were trying to find the words to continue talking.

"The form of Material Arts I practice is Formless Style. For this form of Material Arts, I'm able to go limp to avoid attacks, withstand, and deflect attacks attacks and train me in speed being able to attack almost instantly.

To be able to do any of this I undergo training it's something I'm grateful for but it's also something I hate. Me and many other students take part in Gu Rituals where we have to kill each other until only one is left."

As you finished Kyoko kept her usual stoic expression however just because she had this expression did not mean she did not care. Kyoko was worried she was really worried. Worried about that if you were forced to do it or not she was worried about the injuries you had gotten from these Gu Rituals.

"S/O I can see how these Gu Rituals can help enhance your strength, speed, and agility. However, that doesn't deny the fact that they are incredibly dangerous and deadly. But despite this, I admire your determination and perseverance to overcome these trials. But just know I'll be keeping a closer eye on you from now on and supporting you however I can."

Kyoko spoke as she rested a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at her and then hugged her as tears fell down your face. She wrapped her arms around you and you felt safe in her arms.

Mukuro

Mukuro had always seemed to keep a close eye on you and you were never sure why. Of course, you never had offended her in any way and yet you could always feel her eyes on you. You had brought this up with Sakura when you were training.

Sakura suggested talking with Mukuro after all if don't this will just go on forever, won't it? So that's exactly what you did after you finished training with Sakura. You wanted to know why Mukuro seemed so suspicious of you and if you had done anything to offend her that you weren't aware of.

However, you wouldn't have to go far to find Mukuro as she was outside of the gym where you are Sakura were training. Was she waiting for you? Oh well, that's not important but what is what you need to talk with her about.

You were worried as you feared you had done something to upset her. But the both of you did trust each other no matter what. So there's no reason to keep secrets isn't that right?

You were about to speak but Mukuro spoke before you got the chance. "Y/N why is it that you train so much? Is it for strength? To defend yourself? Or something else entirely? " Mukuro was no fool just like with Sakura Ultimate Talent she knew why you trained however there was more to that wasn't there?

Mukuro had observed you and Sakura closely because of this she had noticed the difference in your style of fighting. "Well ever since I was younger being the Ultimate Martial Artist was expected of me. If I didn't hold up those expectations there would be dire consequences."

Mukuro said nothing as she stayed silent letting you continue to speak. "To gain my strength and abilities I was...forced to take part in something known as Gu Rituals. I and other students are placed in a room with each other and are forced to fight to the death.

That is how I gained my strength and that is how I gained these abilities. I'm not proud of what I've done but I only did because I was afraid I didn't want to die all I wanted was to live and to no longer take part in those rituals."

Mukuro was speechless for a moment and that could be seen on her face. So you've killed people? Even if was against your wishes it's something she didn't expect but she wouldn't hold it against you after all she is no different.

"Thank you for opening up to me Y/N and I'm sorry if I seemed pushy about the subject. However, I just want you to know that you're strong and you being here today proves that. As long as you are here with me I'll protect you from having to take part in any more of those rituals I swear it."

[tryan-a-bex]

Sometimes when you fall, you fly

Read it on ao3. For @kittynannygaming and @lucienne-thee-librarian

Lucienne laid down her pen. There was something not right in the library, but darned if she could put her finger on it. She rose from her desk and commenced one of her usual patrols. As she walked her normal pattern, she glanced down each aisle. So far, all was as it should be.

“Hhiiiiiic!” The sudden loud hiccup as she rounded the final corner meant there was no way she could miss Gault, huddled at the end of the row, her face in her hands.

“Gault! Whatever is the matter?!” Lucienne exclaimed as she rushed worriedly toward the former Nightmare.

“Oh, Lucienne! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you!” Gault blurted on another sob.

“It’s no bother at all!” Lucienne reassured her. “You do know I’m here to help, right? It’s part of my job, as librarian.” She gently drew the distraught dream up from where she huddled, handing her a handkerchief from her pocket.

Gault wiped her tear stained face. “I’m just so embarrassed about all this! I’m one of my lord’s most experienced creations! I’m a Major Arcana, for goodness’ sake! Yet here I am, crying in the library because I have a problem and I can’t figure out how to solve it!”

“No! Don’t be embarrassed!” Lucienne looked at her tenderly over her reading glasses. “You are strong and beautiful and important, but don’t forget, you’ve only been a dream for a very short time. It’s okay to ask for some help during the adjustment period! In fact, it is always okay to ask for help, and I will always be here for you to turn to.”

Gault blushed a little at the compliment and followed willingly as Lucienne led her back to her desk. Lucienne grabbed a fresh cup from the tea service near the window, filled it, and handed it to Gault as she settled into Lucienne’s visitor’s chair.

“Okay.” Lucienne sipped from her own tea cup, left by her papers on the desk. It was a good thing she enjoyed cold tea. “Tell me everything.”

Gault sniffed once more and took a sip of honeyed tea. 

“Oh, Lucienne! You’ve made it so sweet!”

“Is it too sweet? You’re a dream now, dear, you’re allowed some sweetness in your life!”

“I guess…I guess I like it like this, then.” Gault sipped again, then put her cup down to begin her story.

“Dreams, as you know, … dreams and nightmares are intended to help people change their narrative. We show them their fears and wants so they can face them and become truer to themselves.” She paused for a sip of tea as Lucienne nodded along. “I had been a nightmare for so long. I was used to changing my shape and scaring people from the status quo into something new. Now I find myself having to entice them instead. It’s… very different! I’ve had some good successes, and some mediocre ones, but this. This one has just been a failure!” She rubbed her face with her hands as Lucienne waited patiently for her to continue. ”I thought perhaps I could find help in the library, a clue as to how to go about it, in the record of another similar dreamer. But there are just so many books! And I’m not familiar with the stories of good dreams at all!”

“Well, you have found help in the library,” Lucienne told her warmly, laying her hand over Gault’s on the desk. “Can you tell me a bit more about the dreamer, so I know where to start looking?”

Gault sighed and her shoulders relaxed a bit. She turned her hand and took hold of Lucienne’s properly, as if for courage. 

“This dreamer, you see, is non-binary. They’ve been using a gender neutral online name forever, but they are hesitant to see the internal truth that expresses about them. They know ‘the kids’ are picking all kinds of genders these days, and they’re happy for them! But they haven’t realized yet that they are also allowed to ‘choose’ their gender—they feel stuck with what they were ‘born with.’” Gault sighed again and took another sip of tea. “I thought I’d shape-change into the form they desire to be, and they would see it and realize it was accessible to them as well! But instead, they interpreted their desire for that form as attraction, and Lucienne, they kissed me!”

“How did you feel about that, Gault?” Lucienne asked compassionately.

“It took me by surprise! I wasn’t expecting it! I never intended… I’m not that kind of dream!” Gault finished helplessly.

“It’s okay.” Lucienne rubbed the back of Gault’s hand with her thumb, and Gault’s grip on her tightened. “I know just where to look. First, how to tone dreams so dreamers don’t get the wrong idea. Then, how to help dreamers tell the difference between wanting someone, and wanting to be someone—it’s a far more common problem than you’d expect! Finally, we can look in the gender change section and see if there are any other good tips for shape-changers working on that type of transformation.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! You are such a good friend!” Gault exclaimed, then looked down at the desk, as if she was worried she’d been too bold by claiming Lucienne’s friendship.

“Of course we are friends, my dear!” Lucienne responded, standing and leading Gault by the hand, up and toward the stacks. “Though this is the same help I would give anyone in your position, including the honey tea.” She looked down at their still joined hands and commented offhandedly, “though not the hand-holding. That’s usually rather more metaphorical.”

Gault beamed at her through the tear stains on her cheeks and boldly asked, “Maybe you’d like to go for a picnic with me, after we are finished here?”

“I would love that!”

“Boss! Hey boss! You won’t believe what I just saw!”

“Matthew.” Dream looked up from his sculpting, wondering what would have prompted his raven to interrupt him at his work. “What have you seen?”

“It was Gault, with Lucienne! They were flying! Over Fiddler’s Green! I mean, Gault was flying and she had her arms all wrapped around Lucienne, it was weird! And they both looked ecstatic! What is going on?”

“Ah,” said their Master. “I expect Lucienne finally told Gault how much she misses flying.”

“But what if they…. They can’t…. Can they?” Matthew didn’t quite know what he was asking, but he was sure the whole Dreaming would be turned inside out if Lucienne started dating someone. She was the steady, stable, responsible one! They couldn’t be having her having romantic dramatics!

Dream smiled slightly at his flustered raven. “Don’t worry, Matthew. I will take care of it.”

“Lucienne!” Lucienne looked up, only slightly startled by the sudden intrusion of her Master’s voice into her work.

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Matthew told me he saw you and Gault flying over Fiddler’s Green this afternoon.”

Lucienne blushed but continued to look him in the eye. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Good. I approve. I made you these.” He handed her a little black scrap which, when she took it in her hands, turned out to be a pair of raven wings about the size of her palms.

“You can…” he gestured at her back. Wonderingly, she reached the wings over her shoulder, and gasped as they attached to her shoulder blades and grew to full size. 

“Oh, my Lord! These are wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“Yes. Well. I thought you might like to fly with Gault more often. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it sooner.”

“Oh, not at all! So, you don’t mind, if Gault and  I…?”

“I trust it will not interfere with your duties.”

“Of course not!” (Lucienne was, after all, an adult, who could carry on a relationship without it interfering with her duties and the weather, unlike some anthropomorphized concepts standing in front of her.)

“Good.”

After that, the residents of the Dreaming became accustomed to the sight of Lucienne with her head in Gault’s lap, under the tree in Fiddler’s Green.

Note: The title quote is by Neil Gaiman, from The Sandman vol 6, Fables and Reflections. 

In my head this is a Queer Platonic Relationship with cuddling and hand-holding. They are zucchinis because I love them.

Next

[t0kidal]

Return From Origins Part 4

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(Ok! Time for serious talk, serious talk only here.)

Part 3 ; Masterlist

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After relocating to Kalego’s office:

“You knew that those who returned to origins have decided to devote their lives to destruction beyond all reasoning and whatever the hell they want with no regards for their rank and the rank of others as well as their own safety and the well being of others! Why! How could you make that decision! Are you out of your mind!?”

“… I returned to origins because I couldn’t stand living by the laws of people who left me behind. And that those laws, both social and legal, allowed those who were merely physically stronger than me to cause me harm or challenge me…”

“And what about us? Opera, Shichiro, Me? Were we not enough for you? Were we not there for you to help when you needed us?!”

“You were, You were enough for me... but that’s the worst part... that I chose to throw that tantrum despite that. Maybe in an effort to prove my own strength and determine my own capabilities because I couldn’t stand leeching onto the three of you.”

“... You left… turned your back on demon society.”

“I left so that I wouldn’t hurt anyone at Babyls...”

“Yes, and instead you chose to terrorize some obscure village in turn.”

“BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T MEAN AS MUCH TO ME!”

“...”

After a long pause...

“... What made you come back?”

“I was bored... and I noticed over time… that things started to change… I started to miss what I had…”

“... sigh”

He was torn. But you knew that he would choose his duty over this waning relationship, after all both of you might only say "we went to school together" and nothing more. You really did miss them... but perhaps because you weren’t strong enough to forgive your clan for disappearing, you weren’t able to keep the demons who were there for you later in life. 

“I’m not a forgiving demon… Shichiro told me you were on probation of some kind, so as Babyls’ guard dog, consider the fact that I’m watching you. Pull anything out of line or put any of the students here in danger and I will put. you. down.”

“Understood. I wouldn’t have it any other way, Kalego.”

He pauses at his name, but doesn’t say anything else.

“Ah, before I forget, I have a son now.”

“WHAAAT!?”

~~~

As expected, when betrayed, that dog won’t forgive easily. But hopefully, with time, you could learn to trust each other again.

For now, it’s all about Iruma-

Something bumps into you as you made your way back to the library.

“I-I’m so sorry, Ms.-!!”

Your eyes lock, and the nameless student freezes in fear. 

‘Hm? Are they actually frozen?’ 

That’s not the best quality to have when trying to survive in the netherworld...

“E-EEP! I’MSORRY IT WON’THAPPEN AGAIN!” they quickly yell and run off.

‘At least they were polite about it...’ 

But this does raise the question on what to do about your eyes... 

Contacts would be the most secure than glasses... though generally uncomfortable.

Such musings followed you back to the library where you continued to think whilst organizing some of the books there.

Perhaps... a veil? Most of the time only demons of high society wore those... and while they were held as a status symbol as well as a fashion piece there was a kind of... allure to them that you thought wouldn’t suit your current state of wild hair and body build from life in the wilderness.

Maybe if you had stayed.

“Y/n-chan~!”

Ah, the principal.

“Hello, Sullivan.”

“Hm~ I just thought I’d stop by and give you a little something that should help you during your time here~”

He presents a simple, metal, blind mask. Nothing too ornate save for gentle inked etchings. (hhhhhh spent so long looking for a reference, it’s just “fatui mask” from genshin or whatever you want to imagine there.)

Your concerns with having your vision inhibited are eased as you retained full vision, must’ve been due to some magic...

“It suits you~!”

“Thank you again, Sullivan... for everything really.”

“It was no problem~!”

“I have a question though... what exactly do you get out of me being part of your clan? You and I both know that as... well... myself, it doesn’t reflect well.”

“On the contrary~! I think having you around would be good for Iruma! And I get to have a lovely daughter! Though she is a little rough around the edges! Not to mention, this is an opportunity to see if the harm caused by the Netherworld’s shortcomings could be redeemed...” 

His voice takes on a more serious tone. You had heard that he was around to witness the demon king’s disappearance... perhaps the backlash from such could be partially to blame for your own mistakes, but that isn’t entirely true. For now, for the sake of those who come after (who will do better), it’s best to suck up and ensure they don’t go astray.

“Wait, did you say daughter?”

“Well what else would you be?”

“Uh... some kind of proxy... or something...”

“Now now, because if Iruma is my grandson, and you’re his mom it’s only logical that you’re my daughter~! You are his mom yes~?” he peers at you from behind his spectacles. 

“I’m... yes, I’m his mom...” saying it aloud sounded condemning... not that you minded though.

“And don’t worry~! Opera and I will be there to help him grow!”

“That’s... a relief... I actually wanted to talk to you about his education.”

“Of Course!”

You spent the rest of your evening like that, till it was time to return to your son at least, talking about methods to teach him how to survive.

You knew it would be a little risky but you really wanted to teach him survival as soon as possible. Sullivan, reasonably hesitant on the matter, eventually relented on the grounds that either Opera or him would supervise. 

Mostly because your idea of survival training would be to live like a wild hell beast again. But, you both agreed that that could wait till Iruma was a little older than infancy.

~~~

You’re back with Iruma again. 

He’s staring at you, a little fatter now, but that was for the better.

Perfect for belly raspberries and chubby cheek kissies. 

How could you even describe this feeling.

“gaa!”

“Yes, yes, you’re so lovely and cute Iruma~”

Unconditional love. It felt like a warm beam of sun on a clear autumn day. It felt like being encompassed in a little den, like the hell deer and their little fauns or the dire bear and her cubs. It felt like hope, and anticipation for the days ahead that you two would get to share. It was like a whole other welcoming world you were familiar with but completely foreign to. 

“My little Iruma~ I love you.”

Yes, the words ‘I love you’ might never be spoken to anyone else other than this little bundle of joy, this complete adoration and devotion to another in such a way that you would flip the world upside down if only to protect your son.

Your Son. Your beautiful baby boy.

Should his biological parents even dare to approach him after leaving behind such a gift of life and love you weren’t sure what you’d do. 

Probably go ape shit.

“Iruma~ Mamamamama. You... you have so much room to grow...”

That afternoon nothing could be heard but a bit of baby talk and whispered wonders of the love of a mother for her child. It filled the room, it floated on the air like a blessing, it traveled through the cracks under the door and into the cracks in your heart and sealed them shut.

Every moment in your life couldn’t compare to the opportunity handed to you, to love and be loved like there was no other. You’d hope that everyone might be able to feel like this one day.

~~~

(Thank you for waiting! I was thinking about how I should go forward with writing this piece in addition to The Alef. I wanted clean writing but clean writing, as I realized backreading everything, felt... a little sterile and didn’t capture the right essence I wanted for each moment portrayed in the story.

Hopefully it’ll be a smooth transition to a more flexible writing style.)