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shroomtime00 · 2 years ago

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Hoodwinked - Chapter 5: A Golden Haired Tutor

The first thing you see in the morning? Amity’s face, twisted with worried concern.

You hold back a scream as you shoved your sister off of you.

“You don’t have to do this for me, (reader)!” she says desperately, “I can handle the stress, I promise–”

“Wha–? Not even a good morning?” you shook your head, feigning disappointment. “Amity, Amity. I expected better of you.”

Her ears flush light pink with embarrassment. Your attempt to lighten the mood does nearly nothing, though, as she goes right back to the point.

“Whatever! Just…call off the deal, okay?”

“Sorry, no can do, sister. And can we save the talk? I need to visit the library today.”

Her eyebrow quirked. “Library? But it’s saturday.”

You chuckled, the sound coming more of a nervous laugh. “I need to study for a major test, that’s all.”

Lies. You were really going to begin studying on Abominations, but Amity didn’t need to know that. You bet you told her, she’d get even more stressed.

“Huh. Okay.” The suspicion doesn’t leave her voice, however. “Um, happy studying, I guess.”

She hops off your bed and leaves your room. You breathe a sigh of relief as she shuts the door behind her.

Getting ready wasn’t too hard, because you really weren’t going to dazzle today. Just a simple blue sweater and some jeans. You also decided to put on a silver necklace because just because you were going simple didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to look good! You wondered if your mother was awake. Perhaps it would be better to pick up some breakfast at a cafe instead.

•─────⋅

The Golden Guard had to study. He had been a little behind on his assignments. Nothing to worry about, though! He just needed to, uh, research wild magic. For the coven.

Okay, fine. This wasn’t really part of his coven duties. But still, if he could just find out what exactly Belos’s curse was….

One problem: the coven library was shut down due to a rain leak. The acidity of the boiling rain had melted the pages of each book.

The closest un-boiled library was the Bonesburough one. It wasn’t ideal, but it would work. For now.

Anyways, he would be going as Hunter. In any criminal’s eyes, he was only a scrawny blonde sixteen year old, visiting the library to study for school. It would be a foolproof disguise.

•─────⋅

The Bonesburough library—where you spent most of your freetime. It seemed like you were gonna spend all of it now, as the deal would probably require you to study. All the time. It wasn’t too bad, though! Books are fun.

You had always liked the library, with its big clock tower and towering shelves and grumpy, definitely sleep deprived librarians. It was a great escape.

Anyways, you grabbed three volumes (that you found in the fourth grade section): Abominations 101, Abominations 4 Beginners, and Darius Deammone: A Biography.

Okay, so the last book wasn’t necessary. What of it? Head Witch Darius’s life was pretty interesting, and re-reading it for the thirtieth time wouldn’t hurt, right?

You cracked open the first book, and conjured a pen and notebook. You cracked it open.

Hm, you definitely needed a tutor. Who, though?

You glanced around, hoping to spot a perfect target. I mean, tutor. The building was a little empty, and you didn’t blame the people for not giving it a visit at seven-thirty AM on a Saturday.

Still, it didn't help your case. You wished you had asked Amity or Jerbo to come with you. They would have taught you.

Then, you remembered. You’re an oraclancy user! You could just summon a neutral ghost to help you, one who was an abomination user in their past life.

Albert was summoned with a flick of a finger. “Hey!” he yelled.

“Shh, we’re in a library! I need you to help me with something, got it?” you said, your voice hushed. He raised an eyebrow and floated to the table, hovering a few inches off the wood.

“What?” he said. “I was winning a game of Hexes Hold’em in that amulet of yours, you know.”

You rolled your eyes. Albert was being far from cooperative right now, but what could you do? How was your only available tutor.

“Fine, I’ll let you haunt someone later. But for now, I need help with abominations.”

“Why?”

“Long story, I replaced Amity, okay? You know how she was the one Mother pushed all her ideals and stuff on? Well, that’s me now.”

He shrugged. “Cool. What do you need help with?”

And as you asked questions and received very vague, irritable questions, neither of you did not notice the blonde boy with ridiculously large eyebags peeking from one of the shelves, intrigued.

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Hunter continued to stare at the two figures, curious. The third Blight of the family was replacing the fourth? That was something he betted worthy enough the people at taverns would discuss/ gossip about.

He never was quite acquainted with the rich of the Isles, but this one felt…familiar. Maybe it was the way they argued with the floating, purple ghost, or maybe he had seen them somewhere, but there was something odd about (reader) Blight.

He had swapped glances with them sometimes, at parties and balls sponsored by his coven. They were quick and didn’t mean much, just a bored kid looking at another. He found their gaze intimidating, sharp (e/c) eyes locked with magenta.

They were acquainted with the privileged, the rich and snotty. Were they snotty too? He didn’t know. He never even spoke a word to them.

It had never struck him that the people he saw at parties were real witches. Essentially, they were part of the background, and held no interest.

But this particular Blight? They were real. Very real.

“You just ask very boring questions!”

“You don’t even give me a proper answer!”

“Hmph,” the ghost crossed his arms together and refused to look at his conjuror, like a child throwing a tantrum. “I’m not gonna help you. You’re being very rude, thank you very much.”

Blight's eyes widened, “Wait no, I don’t understand this topic!”

The ghost cracked open one eye, and it stared right at Hunter. Quickly and with a squeak he dove back to the bookshelves.

“You’re not being very sneaky, kid.” the ghost huffed. “We can still see your hair, you know.”

Dang it.

•─────⋅

You and Albert stare at the ashy blonde cowlick for a few seconds. You sigh, the chair making a scraping sound against the floor as you stand up and walk to the boy.

He has his face turned to you, a sheepish grin showing off his tooth gap.

“What are you doing, stalker?” you demand. In a flash the boy is on his feet, “I am not a stalker!”

You cross your arms and scoff. “Really? What were you doing, then?”

“I—um,” his magenta eyes flick to the stack of books you had collected behind you. He points to them, “I needed a book you got!” he says hastily.

You raised an eyebrow. “Huh. What book?”

“The, uh, abomination coven head’s autobiography.”

The book flies to his hands in a blaze of purple. He grips the cover tightly, staring down at it.

“Thanks,” he mutters.

When he stays in his position, unmoving, you ask, “So, you like abominations?”

He glances up in surprise when you talk. “Yeah.”

“Great! Are you a master at it?”

He shrugged, still holding the book close to his chest. “I wouldn’t say master, but I guess you could say I enjoy doing it.”

You snorted. His face seemed to twist in half-recognition until you said, “That’s practically impossible. Abominations? Enjoyment? Won’t hear that in the same sentence often.”

He shrugged. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It’s a little messy, but it's practical. You know, abominations actually played a huge part in the Demon Revolution in 1390? Many thought the goo would melt in the battlefields, but it was a really big component in order to win the civil war!” you grinned at his mini-rant.

The boy seemed to have suddenly become self-conscious, because he coughed and said quietly, “Not that that’s important, or anything.”

“No, no! It’s interesting,” you gleamed. He seemed to be surprised. “R-really?” he sputtered.

You nodded, “History always fascinated me. Hey, do you think you could tutor me on abominations? My tutor isn’t being–” you glanced back to Albert, or where he would be. You see nothing. “--too helpful.”

His mouth gaped open. He had a certain look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for an opportunity like this to come across all his life.

“You want to study with me?”

You nodded happily. “Look, I’ll pay you in snails. Or maybe a free meal? I know some really good restaurants around here–”

“No, uh,” he finally looks you in the eye, and you wonder if you had ever made a kid so happy than he is now, “That’s fine. You don’t need to pay.”

Huh. Oddly nice.

“So, what’s your name, blondie?”

He hesitated before saying, “..Hunter.”

“I’m (reader) Blight!” you grin at him. Playfully, you bend the crook of your arm for him and the other positioned at your back, as if inviting him for a dance. With a cheesy wink you say, “Well, shall we, Hunter?”

He rolls his eyes, striding past you with a snicker.

This Hunter guy is so knowledgeable! Boy, he’s smart. You figure he’s probably a prodigy in whatever school he’s in.

“The multiple uses of abomination goo is as follows—-why’re you staring at me like that?” He stops midway, staring at you accusingly.

“I—what? Pfft, I wasn’t staring at you!” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Uh-huh.” He raised his thick black eyebrows at you before clearing his throat. “Eyes on the page, Blight. Anyhow, the first use is abomination summoning, obviously..”

You zoned out as Hunter explained some subject your mind definitely wasn’t on.

Your eyes darted from the yellowed pages to Hunter’s face. It was laced with concentration as he turned the subject into a ramble about how abomination goo was so annoying to take off and how it left a big splotchy stain. His hooked nose crinkled in distaste, and you presumed he was imagining the smell of abomination goo. You didn’t blame him—abomination goo always smelled horrible.

You chuckled, causing him to pause. “You really have a grudge against abominations, huh?”

“Obviously!” He huffed, “The goo is repulsive. But, well, I can’t deny its usefulness…do you know what time it is?”

You glanced at the library clock above him, Hunter’s golden curls obscuring your view a little. “Um, I think eleven twenty?”

“WHAT?” he yelled. “Oh no, oh no no no…I’m late!” He burst to his feet, looking around frantically.

“Late for what?” You asked him. “Late for something,” he replied, “I’ve really got to go…you’ll be okay, right?”

You laughed. That ripple of distant recognition from Hunter’s face showed up again. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got this in the bag!” You looked back down at the page, which had been sticky-note bombed by Hunter. “But, er, I may need to find an demonstrator soon, putting theory into practice and all that. Anyway, see you!”

As his blonde cowlick disappeared from sight, you sighed. You glance to the page, with bright yellow sticky notes.

Hunter’s handwriting was messy, hardly legible. The amount of loops in the ‘y’s and ‘j’s made it quite difficult to understand what was going on. But you didn’t really care, either, that was the funny part.

Why didn’t you care that you spent four hours with a new friend, when you didn’t even learn anything at all? Could you even call Hunter a friend? You’d probably never see him again.

You found yourself hoping he’d be back tomorrow.

•─────⋅

Hunter didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Weirdly, he liked spending time with the Blight, odd questions and quips and all. They were kinda fun hanging around. Everything about them was oddly uncanny—the snorts when he said something funny, the chuckling, the attitude…who did they remind him of? He couldn’t quite tell.

But he had a mission he was very late for, as the golden guard, so unfortunately he couldn’t solve the mystery yet. That didn’t stop him from borrowing a few advanced abomination volumes, and made a silent note to borrow a trainee’s wand from the coven later. He might not come across with the Blight again, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. Plus, he may have been stretching the truth about him knowing how to conjure an abomination to impress them.

#hunter toh x reader #x reader #chapter 5

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yuulina-vre · 3 years ago

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Don’t cry

Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter: One - Don’t cry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader, Uncle Steve, Uncle Sam, Aunt Natasha

Summary: Y/N is crying, no one knows what to do.

Wordcount: 1618 words

Her cries sound through the room, probably even through the hall and all attached rooms. Everybody who has settled down for the evening can hear her. Steve’s holding her in his arms, slowly rocking her, pleading her to calm down and stop crying. “Come on, sweetie. Don’t cry so much. Everything’s alright. We got you changed and you have eaten. Shh.” But Y/N has other plans. She shoves at his chest with her little hands, loud cries, and tears streaming down her cheek. Her face has already turned quite red from all that screaming. She already has a slight head owie, and she doesn’t want to be held. She wants to get down! “Y/N. Shh…” Steve tries for the next two minutes to calm her but the little girl is having none of it. Instead, her distress grows. She keeps pushing him, hoping he will set her down until he sighs deeply and sets her down on the carpet. Y/N is quick to crawl two feet away so she won’t get picked up again. Hoping to be far enough she settles there and continues crying. She looks around for her stuffy but it’s nowhere to be seen which makes everything even worse! Why does her friend leave her alone?

The doors that open startle her a little. She can see that uncle Stevie actually twitches a little, too. Sam and Natascha enter the room, both matching uncle Stevie’s expression, eyes on her. Y/N looks up at them but continues crying, changing her position to lie down. She doesn’t want to be watched! She feels miserable and her best friend is not here and daddy is gone too. “Hey man. What’s with her?” Y/N can see that uncle Sam’s motioning to her. He obviously has a hard time seeing her cry. His face looks pained and Steve would say he starts crying too soon, though, he doubts that Sam actually would cry. Natasha looks pretty much the same but she actually walks over to the distressed baby. “Hello Y/N. What’s making you so upset, huh?” She crouches down in front of her but as soon as she tries to touch her, Y/N starts screaming louder. “Noo!” She swats her own hand to get Nat’s away and it works. Aunt Nat quickly withdraws her hand, surprised at the outbreak. “I have no idea what’s wrong. Bucky brought her here two hours ago and she was fine!” Steve runs a hand through his hair. He guesses his own distress is written on his forehead from the look Sam sends him. “She started screaming about ten minutes ago. I don’t have clue what’s wrong. I changed her, tried to give her something to drink and food but she doesn’t want anything. She even started pushing me away and throws her toys around.”

“Well, clearly she doesn’t want any comfort, either.” Nat shrugs and stands up after a second attempt to touch her. Y/N has again spalled her hand away, even going so far as to turn away and crawl a little in the other direction. She can hear Nat leave her. “Should we get Bucky up? Maybe she misses him?” Steve runs his hand again through his hair, Sam crosses his arms over his chest. “Probably the best idea. Where’s he?”

“In the gym.” Steve sighs and walks to the coffee table to gather the scattered toys on the carpet to put on the table. Y/N turns slightly to watch him, seeing all the toys scattered around. Steve looks at her and passes her one of the toys though she doesn’t want to play. The music block gets thrown around again and a new wave of tears and distress flows through her. “Y/N, please…” Steve’s face crumbles a little more. For a moment he looks like he wants to lie down next to her and cry but Y/N knows better. Uncle Stevie never cries. He’s big and big people don’t cry.

For Steve, the situation is torture. It really isn’t a pleasurable thing to hear. As annoying as the volume is as it’s just as heartbreaking.

A few minutes later Y/N can see her daddy entering the room. He is glaring at the others for a second but soon his eyes find hers. Just like the others. “What’s wrong?”

“We have no idea. She’s not hungry or thirsty, got changed, doesn’t want to be touched, and won’t play.” Aunt Nat sums it up quickly, eyes focused on Y/N. Y/N has turned on her stomach again but looks up at her daddy with watery eyes. Her head still hurts and her eyes burn, just as her throat which makes her cry more. The tears won’t stop. “Hey, sweet girl. What’s up, hm?” Daddy walks over to her, stretches his arms out to pick her up but as soon as he has her in his arms she starts struggling. She doesn’t want to be held! Not even from daddy. She wants the owies to go away and she wants her best friend and not any other toys. Just as she did with uncle Steve and aunt Nattie, she starts pushing on Bucky’s chest with her hands, shaking her head, and tries to break free. “No! Nooo…”

“Hey, hey… Okay, no cuddles, I see.” Bucky frowns and lets her back down. She only flops over on the spot, still wailing and wriggling. Her head turns redder and hurts even more. “How long is she like that?”

“About fifteen minutes.” Steve sighs, his head in his hands. He will get tinnitus if she won’t stop soon. “And she won’t play?” Bucky asks, settling on the floor in front of the couch, not far away from his baby girl, eyes still focused on him. Y/N is too busy crying to pay any attention to her daddy. Bucky hums, keeping his eye on his daughter. Y/N turns around again looking at her toys that now lie on the coffee table but upon seeing them she starts crying louder again, trashing a little. The poor child really looks distressed and upset. Bucky’s heart breaks at seeing her like this, his hands twitch at the thought of picking her up, cradling to her chest and making sure she’s fine, fixing whatever makes her that sad. His eyes fly around over the coffee table to see all the toys scattered on it, only the blue bunny is lying on the floor. He picks it up and strokes through the soft fabric on its head. “Probably bored.” Sam pipes up from his spot beside Steve. All eyes suddenly focus on him. “What?” Steve and Bucky ask at the same time while Nat just raises an eyebrow. “I texted my sister, you know she has two kids. She says Y/N is probably bored and doesn’t want to be comforted. She suggests letting her cry for a little longer and then offering her something to drink. Bucky should stay close to show her he’s there, though.” Sam shrugs, waving his phone around. Bucky hums, turning his gaze back to the little girl. Y/N has calmed just a little bit, her cries aren’t as loud anymore, she’s more sniffling, really. She rubs her little hands over her face. She can see uncle Stevie sighing and stand up. For a second, she wants to cry again, thinking that he will come to her again but then she sees him grab her sippy cup. “I’ll fill the bottle up.” He grabs the bottle from the side table and walks off to the kitchen area. Everybody else sighs and Y/N just continues sniffling. “Thank god. I thought her head would burst.”

“Nat!” Sam calls scandalizes but the redhead just shrugs. “She looked like she would turn blue.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Y/N’s eyes snap do her daddy. She feels sleepy. “Can you give daddy some cuddles? See I found Mr. Bunny and he told me he misses his cuddles too. Right, Mr. Bunny?” Daddy holds her friend up and the bunny nods, stretching his arms out for her. For a second there is an unsettling silence. Y/N thinks about crying again, she feels like she could but then again, she wants her friend and she wants some cuddles from daddy, so she lifts herself up and crawls over, collapsing against Bucky’s side. He’s quick to gather her in his arms, cradling her against his chest and kissing her head, the bunny gently placed into her arms. “Hey sweetheart, finished crying?” Daddy’s lips press against her forehead as she closes her eyes, nodding. She leans more heavily into him. Uncle Steve comes back quickly offering Bucky the sippy cup that he takes and holds out for her. “Come on sweet girl, let's drink something, yeah?” Y/N shakes her head but she takes a few sips from her bottle nonetheless. She feels kinda thirsty but quickly pushes pushing it away, hiding her face in Daddy’s chest. The brunette runs his hand up and down on her back, worrying a little if he smells like sweat but his girl doesn’t complain, so it probably is fine.

They all agree and hope that this won’t happen too often. Y/N doesn’t want to happen too often either. It wasn’t fun. Now everything hurts and she’s tired but luckily daddy is cuddling her now so it might be okay. Daddy even lets her takes his shiny hand and lazily suck on his finger since her favorite paci isn’t here.

Five minutes later, after the sniffling has stopped and they all have settled into comfortable conversation, Bucky looks down. Y/N has fallen asleep against him, eyes puffy and red with tear tracks on her cheeks. Carefully he wipes on her cheek, kissing her again. “Dream well, ангел.”

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а́нгел - angle in russian

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #single dad! Bucky #daughter!reader #Kid!reader #Kidfic #Yuulina writes #Uncle! Steve #Little heart much Love

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sondepoch · 4 years ago

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Silence Starts to Overflow (Venti x Reader)

Barbatos’s voice, whispering gently in the wind, stirs you from the slumber you were about to give into. How cruel, that you would allow yourself to pass without saying farewell to him.

MASTERLIST

Death isn’t quite the right word for it.

It would be more fitting to say that you’re passing—because passing is something that precedes catching, catching is something that precedes continuing, and continuing is something that precedes life.

Though to say that this state you’re in can precede life is a lie at best.

Where are you?

Barbatos’s voice, whispering gently in the wind, stirs you from the slumber you were about to give into.

How cruel, that you would allow yourself to pass without saying farewell to him.

The final remnants of your strength—the strength you’d been saving for a final, devastating blow against Baal, the strength you never got to use because Rex Lapis ambushed you first with an cataclysmic meteor—fly out from your fingertips in a single beacon of light that pierces the clouds as it broadcasts your position to the world.

Instantly, you feel the wind turn.

A smile crosses your lips at that. Channeling your Lumino into the sky so freely is a risky move, especially given that every archon in the area now knows where you are. You can already sense the familiar pulse of Geo and Electro growing closer as Rex Lapis and Baal doubtlessly venture back to you to finish the job, but, of course, Barbatos is faster.

Geo is slow, after all.

Electro is marginally faster, given the right medium.

Nothing, however, can trump the speed of Anemo.

Nothing but Lumino, though you suppose that will cease to exist with your passing.

“You’re a fool,” Barbatos whispers in that breathy, exhilarated voice of his. “Someone could have seen,” he says. “You’re lucky I was so close.”

Ah. It appears that he hasn’t seen your wounds yet.

Well, that’s not so bad.

You allow yourself to relax as Barbatos gathers you in his arms at the speed of wind, holding you close against his chest as he rides a breeze of his own making into the sky.

“There are less than a hundred gods left, now. You and I can keep a low profile these next few days and wait for the numbers to dwindle, and then we can start working together to…”

You say nothing as Barbatos continues.

To die like this, in the arms of your lover, the sound of his laughter in his ear and the element of his soul surrounding you...would be a peaceful death.

A nice death.

As Barbatos eagerly tells you about his fight against Beleth, you press your head deeper into his chest. You take a deep breath of his scent, the scent of cecilias and happiness and youth and freedom, and you begin to let yourself drift away, the strength of Lumino finally fading from your gnosis and from this world, and…

How cruel.

You can’t bring yourself to part from your lover just yet.

Not without a proper goodbye, at least.

“Barbatos,” you whisper, just strong enough to lift your head off his chest. “Barbatos, please.”

It’s at this moment that Barbatos looks, properly looks, down at you, and you can see the adrenaline of his victory sap from his expression, beautiful blue eyes turning from overjoyed to mortified in a single second.

“No,” he mutters when he sees how the light has already begun to fade from your eyes, the natural waves of Lumino that used to radiate off you so naturally now turned dim with your impending death. “No. No, this can’t—no, no. No. Please. No. No.”

Within a second, he has your back lain against a cloud, as if the stoppage of movement can do anything with your elemental energy so far dwindled.

“Who—who did this—”

You smile gently.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Baal isn’t an especially dangerous woman: you know Barbatos can defeat her; but if she’s managed to obtain an alliance with Rex Lapis, God of War, then the last thing you want is for your lover to attempt to avenge you and get himself killed just like you. Not when Barbatos is already so strong. Not when he already has a chance at becoming one of the Final Seven.

“T-This isn’t a time for—”

“Shh,” you whisper, reaching for his hands. The touch calms him. You channel what little power you have left into his hands, praying that he can feel it. Feel you.

“Tell me,” Barbatos says, tears beginning to build in those mesmerizing eyes. It’s hardly the time to be thinking about it, but this form that he’s chosen is truly beautiful: skin like porcelain, perfect and fine and untouchable, stunning dark blue hair, thick and nearly-black at every inch, and eyes that hold your entire world in them, blue and green and Barbatos. “I—please, they might still be around here. I can defeat them and give you their gnosis, and—”

You force yourself past your limits to lift an arm up to Barbatos’s chin. It takes all your effort to press a single finger against his lips, a wordless seal on the conversation.

“You’re dying,” he whispers, the tears now spilling forth. “You’re—you’re—”

You press your finger against his lips again, silently asking him to speak not of your death, and the god breaks down next to you, sobbing loudly as he pulls you closer, now holding you in his arms instead of allowing you to remain flat on the ground.

It’s quite uncomfortable, actually.

Yet, you prefer the warmth of your lover’s arms to soft chill of the clouds, prefer the sensation of his salty tears spilling onto your hair, prefer the way you can savor the feeling of him a little bit longer this way.

“S-Sitri should be near here. I-if you can last just a little longer, he’ll be able to heal you and—”

Your heart falls. This must be karma.

“I killed Sitri this morning.”

The devastation in Barbatos’s eyes when you say that is more painful than the spreading darkness in your gut.

“Ph-Phenex might—”

“Sitri killed Phenex. He told me.”

The sound that spills past Barbatos’s lips at that is something between a wail and a whimper, a sob and a scream. It’s nothing like the beautiful music you’re used to hearing from his lips, and it hurts you to know that you’re the cause of this awful noise, this awful pain that will hurt him so much more than it can hurt you.

Though that’s the nature of this war, isn’t it? The very notion of thousands of gods, thousands of elements, all fighting against one another in an attempt to sit on one of the final seven seats in Celestia is something that can only occur with death, with sacrifice.

You and Barbatos were naive for ever thinking that both of you would be able to make it.

“Barbatos,” you say, cupping his cheek gently, admiring the silky softness of his skin because you know this is the last time you’ll be able to do so. “I want you to live.”

“Stop it,” Barbatos says. “Stop—stop talking like you’re going to—to—”

“To die,” you finish for him, and your hand falls from Barbatos’s cheek. You don’t have the strength to hold it up anymore. “But I don’t want you to die.”

“N-no, please, I—” Barbatos sobs, an ugly sound. “I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

“I want you to live,” you say, stubborn. “Live for me.”

“I don’t want to,” Barbatos whispers. “Not without you. S-so if you want me to live, please just try to—”

“I can’t.” Your smile is sad as you stare at him. “I can’t, Barbatos, but you can.”

“I don’t—”

“Take my gnosis.”

Your lover physically recoils at that, shock painted on his beautiful features before denial takes over.

“No,” he says, shaking his head furiously. “No, no, no. No. I won’t. I—you’ll only die faster without your—”

“Barbatos,” you say, wishing you had the strength to reach out and grab his hand. “Barbatos, for all purposes, I'm already dead.”

“No!” he shouts, and when he sees how you wince at that, he lowers the volume of his voice. “No, you’re—you’re not dead. You’re alive, you’re here, and you don’t have to—”

“I can’t control it if I die.” You turn your gaze from Barbatos to the sky, vaguely wondering what heavens are above the heavens. “But you can make sure you don't. Take my gnosis.”

“I don’t want it,” Barbatos whispers, and his eyes shimmer with tears he’s trying to hold back.

“Take it,” you say. “Take it and live. And remember me. And build a world where no one else needs to die like this.”

“I don’t care about anyone else,” Barbatos whispers, but his hand is on your heart, now. “I just want you. Please. Please don’t—”

“Take it.”

The power of Lumino comes to a peak as you allow the source of it to expose itself, raw elemental energy radiating off your body.

“Hurry,” you whisper. “Someone will come.”

“I-I don’t—”

Barbatos lets his hand grip the gnosis, but he can’t seem to bring himself to take it out from you. Doubtless, it’s because he knows that this gnosis is the only thing allowing you to cling to life—but for him to be able to absorb its power, he has to take it from you when you’re still alive. You need him to take it now. If you want to make sure he has the strength to become one of the Final Seven, this push is the only thing you can offer him.

“I love you.”

The words fall from your lips naturally, and the power of saying them—a power that inevitably rises because those three words, that declaration of your heart’s true sentiments, are the reason you’re able to get up every day, a power that gives and gives and gives and is the sole reason for which you live—sends you a final boost of strength.

You thrust your hand onto Barbatos’s and hold it.

With the gentleness that only the shadow death can bring, you lift his hand, still closed around your gnosis, from your body.

The second your gnosis is off of you, it binds to Barbatos.

You can see the power travel into his body: the power that manifested as Lumino in you being absorbed into his body as the tips of his braids turn bright at the edges, a beautiful blue as bright as the sky where the edge of Barbatos's hair was once nearly black. You can feel, then, as the gnosis amplifies his power: it happens in a shockwave that jolts your body, a shockwave that shakes you to the core with the original source of your power now gone.

“You…”

Barbatos stares down at you with wide and teary eyes. Where you seem mesmerized by his transformation, it seems that he’s horrified at yours. No doubt, just as the light entered him, it must be equally visible that it’s left you.

A chilling breeze draws towards you. You shiver under it.

“Cold,” you mutter, and Barbatos instantly pulls his cape off to wrap you in it. Somehow, it does nothing to warm you up. The cold, it seems, originates from within.

“Stay with me,” Barbatos says, cradling you in his arms. He presses his lips to your forehead. “Stay with me, love. Stay with me. You can live through this, I know it, just stay…”

Ah.

It’s so cold.

The chill that begins from deep inside you spreads, branching towards your fingertips and your toes and up your neck. With it comes a darkness, one that your power has always protected you from. Now, though, Lumino is weak. It stands no chance at being one of the Final Seven elements. You failed it as an archon.

“...with me. Please. Please don’t go. Stay. Please. Please…”

You want to respond to him. You’ve never heard Barbatos sound so miserable, so broken. You stare up at him, trying to make your lips form the shape to words that will comfort him.

You can’t seem to move your lips.

You can’t seem to move your eyes, either.

Numb, you stare up at Barbatos, unblinking and unmoving. Your gaze is fixed on him, a darkness creeping in at the edges.

No, you think. No, stop. I want to look at him longer.

The darkness doesn’t oblige. It creeps closer and closer, and a desperate fear begins to overtake you. Is this the last time you’ll see your lover? Why? How? How can that be? That can’t be right. You and Barbatos were supposed to win this war. You and Barbatos were supposed to survive this war. You and Barbatos were supposed to rule a nation together and save the world together and build a life together and—

Why is it all going away?

Stripped of the power of light that had always protected you, the darkness you’d always feared crawls closer.

Stop, you think. Stop it. Don’t take him away. I want to stay. I want to stay with him. I don’t—

Despite the chilling cold that’s wrapped around all your body, you feel a tear fall.

I don’t want to die.

You hear something that sounds like a scream, but it’s so distant. It’s like a howl: monstrous and enraged and furious and terrifying, yet...familiar. Suddenly, you can’t figure out who this wailing reminds you of, but the thought of the person sends a strange sense of warmth to you.

It’s nice, you think.

You can’t be quite sure what’s happening anymore. All you know is that it’s cold and dark, so horribly cold and dark.

The howling sound grows louder. Vaguely, you feel something grip you, shake you, cling to you.

Something about you is instinctively soothed by the touch. Amidst all this cold and all this darkness, you think you can find comfort in this sensation. You know you shouldn’t like it—that the feeling of your body being shaken and clung to and howled and wailed at isn’t something you should like—but there’s peace in it.

It’s a nice feeling.

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Word Count: 2.3k

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i-am-too-sick · 3 years ago

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"Brraaap!"

Toby wrinkled his nose in disgust. He and Quinn were in his old bedroom, Toby's hand rubbing slow, even circles into his boyfriend's warm and swollen belly.

Quinn groaned, rolling his head along the mattress as though that would somehow alleviate the horrible ache in his gut. He was sprawled on his back across Toby's childhood bed, the weight of his dinner pressing down on him.

"I told you not to eat so much..."

"Mmm...shut up," Quinn replied weakly and without any venom. "Your voice is annoying."

Toby rolled his eyes, his palm tracing the dome that was Quinn's stomach. "No, but really. Look what you did to yourself."

"Ugh...I know..." Quinn shifted, his body riding out another painful cramp. "But your mom made so much food, and she kept asking me if I wanted more."

"You could have said no, you know," Toby said. "It wouldn't have hurt her feelings or anything. That's just how she is."

Quinn put a hand over his chest, nausea seemingly trying to claw its way up and out. "She's excited to see you," he breathed, his words decidedly more strained. "It's been over a year since you've been home—and it's Thanksgiving. Buuurrp!"

Toby frowned, his hand stilling as Quinn's stomach let out an ominous and sick-sounding gurgle. "Are you going to be all right, though? You really packed a lot in there."

Quinn moaned, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He'd really done a number on himself. "Please stop reminding me..."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Toby leaned down, pressing his lips against Quinn's forehead. His boyfriend's skin was noticeably clammy.

A soft knock on his door pulled him from his gentle ministrations. An even softer voice came muffled from the other side.

"It's Bea." Toby's little sister. "She probably wants to play games on my phone. Let me see what she wants."

Toby pulled himself up from the bed, and had barely made it halfway across the room before a disturbing sound stopped him in his tracks—a sick, wet belch. This one was different than the rest, and it came with the implications of something very unpleasant.

He turned around slowly, afraid of what he might see.

Quinn was propped up on his elbow, angling himself over the side of the bed. Even in the poor overhead light, Toby could see the distinct change of color on his boyfriend's face.

"...Quinn?"

Quinn's stomach responded with a loud, audible whine, seconds before his cheeks bulged with a violent heave.

"Hnnnnngggguuuuuuuurrrrlllllkk!"

It was like something Toby had only seen in horror movies. A torrent of vomit, speckled with obvious pieces of green beans and cranberries, erupted from Quinn's lips. It was like nothing Toby had never seen before.

He was at Quinn's side in an instant, sitting beside him again and trying to offer up any semblance of comfort.

Quinn's shoulders jerked as his stomach heaved again. "Huuuuurk!"

The volume of sick didn't lessen, and it smelled far worse than it looked.

Toby didn't have a trashcan in his room and he wasn't about to leave Quinn alone when he was like this.

"I'm—urp—sorry..." Quinn managed, trying to swallow the overproduction of saliva in his mouth. He felt far from finished, his stomach still tight and bloated, its contents bubbling and churning like a maelstrom.

Toby stroked his head, his boyfriend's hair sweaty. "Shh. Focus on you right now."

Outside the bedroom, the knocking grew louder. A little girl's voice reverberated through the wood. "Hey! Mom wants to know if you guys want dessert!"

Toby could only wince as another wave of sick splattered at his feet.

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milkiane · 4 years ago

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radio silence

pairings: fred weasley x fem!reader

warnings: character death, panic attacks, grief, mental breakdowns, tell me if i missed anything.

word count: 1676

note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST for @love-peachh’s writing challenge

“hello there! you’ve reached fred and y/n weasley’s fellyto--”

“fred, it’s called a telephone,”

“--fellytone. unfortunately, we can’t come to the phone right now, so leave us a message after the beep!”

beep. beep. beep.

a long excruciating silence was the only thing surrounding your dark and gloomy room after that. you sighed, turning the dials to give it another call.

“hello there! you’ve reached fred and y/n weasley’s fellyto--”

“fred, it’s called a telephone,”

“--fellytone. unfortunately, we can’t come to the phone right now, so leave us a message after the beep!"

it doesn’t make any sense. nothing makes sense.

you should really change your answering machine, because it doesn’t make any sense anymore. it’s not fred and y/n weasley’s fellytone anymore. it’s just y/n weasley’s telephone now.

but it’s the only way you could hear his voice again.

you sniffed. click, click, click.

“hello there! you’ve reached fred and y/n weasley’s fellyto--”

“fred, it’s called a telephone,”

“--fellytone. unfortunately, we can’t come to the phone right now, so leave us a message after the beep!”

it’s been five months. five months without fred. five months without the light of your life.

it’s ridiculous, honestly. how you still haven’t moved on from what had happened.

fred always told you how he admired you for being strong. you knew that he would be disappointed if he was watching you right now, how the love of his life is nothing but a tiny ball of misery.

so you took a bath and cleaned yourself up, making sure to spray an extra amount of perfume that fred loves. loved.

you shook your head, walking towards your mirror. you plastered on a smile. because today is a brand new day, you aren’t going to walk around with your head down. you aren’t going to feel so blue today. for him.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

it faltered away. clenching your jaw, you stared into your reflection.

how can you be such a selfish person? how can you still manage to smile when you’re alive and fred is not?

you took a shaky breath, placing a hand on the mirror. you touched it ever so lightly, letting your fingertips caress the cold surface before smashing the glass. you broke down, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you sobbed on the heap of the floors, shards of glass prickling your skin.

i’m sorry, freddie, maybe next time.

you brought the cups with you when you made your way towards the living room. one was a cup of coffee with the right amount of milk, and the other one was a cup of tea with a spoonful of honey and a cube of sugar.

you placed the cup of tea on the table’s coaster, making yourself comfortable on your couch.

you took a sip of your coffee, watching the steam of the unattended cup of tea slowly rise. looking around your silent house, your eyes stopped on the muggle radio fred had bought the time you went on a date in muggle london.

you set down your warm drink down on the coffee table. slowly dragging yourself towards the device. you held it in your hands, trying to turn it on as you sat back on the couch.

“and we'll build this love from the ground up,

for worse or for better,

and I will be all you need,”

you gasped, tears welling in your eyes the moment the music enveloped you. your hands shakily tried to turn off the radio.

of all the songs that could play, they chose to play your song. the song you and fred would always slow dance to.

when your trembling fiddles did nothing to stop the noise, you whimpered, dropping it on the carpeted floor. your hands immediately finding home by covering your ears, whispering a chorus of no’s and stop’s to yourself.

and as if sensing that you were in distress, george apparated in with a pop, inviting himself in for his usual visit.

he ran towards you immediately, trying to figure out what was triggering your attacks. you were already doing so well. you haven’t had any attacks or meltdowns for a few weeks now.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” george asked softly, pulling you into a hug.

“turn it off,” you whispered, “please turn it off.”

george looked around, his gaze falling onto the radio. truthfully, he didn’t know how it worked. it wasn’t like the old one his dad owned, so he just twisted and turned every button there is, consequently making the music grow louder than before.

you cried, frustration and anguish taking over you as you snatched it off his hands and threw it against the wall.

realizing what you did, you sobbed, rushing over the broken pieces, “no, no, i’m sorry,” you looked at the frozen man in your living room, “fix it george, please,”

snapping out of his state, he walked towards you, trying to remember the simple spell to repair the broken apparatus, “i-”

“george, please, i’m sorry,” you continued to weep beside him, tears still falling down stubbornly no matter how many times you’ve tried to wipe them away.

he sighed in exasperation, “give me a moment, y/n,”

once he remembered what the spell was, he immediately placed the radio away. george looked at you in sadness, fishing out the emergency draught.

“no, george,” you shook your head, retreating backward until your back was against the wall, “no, we don’t- i don’t need that anymore,”

george’s heart broke as he watched you gasp out for air, tears relentlessly falling down your cheeks, “shh, please don’t cry, y/n,”

he immediately tackled you on the floor, wrapping an arm around you to prevent you from thrashing around as he forced the draught down your throat.

george waited a few moments for you to calm down and let the potion do its work. he thought you were okay now, you were doing so well.

he sighed, carrying your body towards your bedroom.

george was seated on the sofa near your bed. fred thought it was necessary for the room, though it hasn’t really been used until now. he was reading one of your books when you woke up.

“it’s our anniversary today,” you murmured, your voice raspy from your breakdown and from just waking up. george looked at you, but your eyes were focused on the calendar affixed on the wall.

NOVEMBER 20th.

george stayed quiet, so you continued to speak, your words still being slurred from the effects of the potion, “i wish i could fix my calendar, y’know? because there’s no more freddie, meaning there’s no more anniversary.”

he sat beside you on the bed, letting you sob on his shoulder, offering silent company.

“i’m so exhausted, george,” you cried, clutching his sweater, “i can’t keep playing pretend. i can’t- i can’t,”

“shh, it’s alright,” truthfully, george doesn’t know what else to do, he doesn’t know what else to say, not when he’s going through the same pain you’re feeling.

“he’s always in my mind. i can see him everywhere. everything reminds me of him, and how it used to be and it hurts,” you cried, “it hurts and i just want the pain to stop, just make it stop, georgie,”

george was crying by now, his body shaking as he held yours, “i wish i could, y/n, i really do,”

when you were certain that george was already sleeping somewhat peacefully in the guest room, you sneaked out of your own with your blanket wrapped around you.

you turned the lamp on once you’ve reached the living room. sitting down, you composed yourself, trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t cry again, for him.

with a last shaky breath, you grabbed the radio. you turned it on and gently lowered the volume.

settling it down on the mahogany coffee table, you steadied yourself on the couch, letting the smooth melody coming out from the device shroud you.

the lyrics of the familiar song going from one ear and out the other, tears yet again blurring your vision.

you and fred have been stuck in your kitchen, trying to bake a cake for molly. your flour-covered fingers tracing through each word of the recipe book, “hey fred, can you grab the-- ergh,”

fred laughed as he smeared the frosting on your nose.

you scoffed, dipping a finger in and smearing it from his nose down his lips. you smiled up at him, stepping onto your tiptoes as you gave his frosted lips a peck.

the both of you smiled through the kiss, “i guess the frosting is perfect now, no?”

“when we have a child, can we name them after constellations?” fred asked, still running his hand through your hair, “or at least their second name will be named after a constellation?”

you smiled, “of course, freddie,”

“after the war, we’ll start our own family,” he beamed, “i mean, we’ve got the house already. all we need now is our ginger babies.”

“are you sure they’ll be gingers?” you laughed, turning to look at your husband.

“us, weasleys, we’ve got the strongest genes, ‘course they’ll be gingers.” he boasted, flexing his arms to prove his point.

“we’re going to make it out here together, alright?” fred whispered, his forehead on yours, “we’ve got a whole new future out there waiting for us,”

“i love you, freddie,” you mumbled, pulling him into a kiss.

“i love you, too, darling,” he said, kissing your forehead before pulling away, “i’ll see you later,”

click, click, click.

radio silence. you sniffed, carefully setting down the device.

radio silence. the only deafening noise you could hear after turning off the radio.

radio silence. the only deafening noise you could hear in the house which was once filled with love and laughter.

radio silence. the only thing you’ve faced after losing the love of your life.

radio silence. because fred weasley brought all your happiness and lightheartedness with him when he… radio silence.

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kiyoomichan · 4 years ago

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SAKUSA.PEGGING.PEGGING SAKUSA. and edging him and then overstim him 😼😼 fem dom we r flourishing TODAY. and i love u!!

i love u too anon🥺

SAKUSA X FEMDOM!SO + PEGGING

A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.

warnings: humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole-slapping, femdom, slight dumbification

this is so dirty i’m sorry in advance

it’s late one evening when kiyoomi gets home from practice. you’re sitting on the couch as he comes through the door, and can tell he’s stressed out just by looking at him; his shoulders wound tight and his eyebrow twitching

you figure it’s probably because of something atsumu did to piss him off, and omi is like a firecracker when he’s upset, so you wait to let him come to you and go back to scrolling through your twitter feed

you’re surprised when he comes over to you, curling up next to you on the sectional and laying his head on your shoulder. you can smell the gym brand shampoo on his curls, and the hint of aftershave and cologne on his neck

“not now,” you think to yourself, trying not to let his scent arouse you. he’s upset and you want to comfort him, not gross him out

“bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. he mumbles a quiet “yes,” the sound muffled by his face in your shoulder.

a large hand comes down to rest on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh in an attempt to self soothe, not realizing he was inadvertently making you more wet by the minute

“wanna talk about it, baby?” you ask again, reaching up to pet his damp hair. he whimpers into your shoulder, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck

he pushes himself closer to you, seeking comfort. you feel lucky that you get to be the one to see this side of kiyoomi—his usual stoic facade crumbling as soon as he lets himself be held by you. it took you a long time to get to this point, to crack his walls—and you couldn’t be more happy that he let you

“do you need me to take care of you, hmm, kiyoomi? a lil’ TLC?” you chuckle, twisting your neck to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“please,” he whispers, so faint that you can barely hear it. “need you.”

your breath hitches at his words as you slowly start to piece together what he wants—you should’ve known, really—the neediness in his voice, the clinging, touchy-feeliness of his actions up til now.

you’d only done it a few times before, on these rare occasions when kiyoomi needs you to take him apart and put him back together again

“of course, doll,” you say, moving to get up before you’re interrupted by a hand gripping your wrist. “don’t leave,” he says, sounding very small and not like himself at all

“shh,” you soothe, turning around a bit. “i’ll be right back, ok? i just need to get our toys.”

you watch as he bites his lip and lets go, albeit reluctantly

you smile at him and hurry to the box in the nightstand, grabbing your strap, latex gloves, lube, cockring, and vibrator

by the time you get back, he’s laid himself out on the couch, chest heaving with anticipation as you walk towards him.

you crouch down beside him and look into his eyes lovingly.

“do you want to prep yourself? or d��you want me to do it for you?”

he flushes and throws an arm over his eyes, turning his face away from your gaze

“...you, please.”

you waste no time getting to work, crawling up to where his legs rest on the couch

“m’gonna take these off, okay?” you say, slowly tugging at the waist and of his athletic shorts and briefs. he says nothing as you pull them off at the same time, and shivers at the cool air against his half-hard cock

“so cute,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “hold your legs up for me, baby.”

he obeys, moving so that his legs are spread and pressed to his chest, letting his most intimate parts be exposed to your eyes

“so pretty, love,” you smile, glancing at his embarrassed expression. “so clean and beautiful, all mine, hm?”

he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back a moan as you slip on the gloves and lube up your fingers, pouring a bit extra down his perineum and the cleft of his ass.

“a—ah!” kiyoomi yelps as two of your fingers sink into his hole, starting to scissor in and out of him.

you steadily increase the pace as you go, adding a third finger and watching in amusement as he nearly screams when you find his sweet spot.

“you feeling good, baby boy?” you tease, watching the slightest bit of drool trickle down his chin, giving a particularly rough thrust of your fingers against his prostate

“h-hngh!” kiyoomi moans, moving his hands from where they’re hooked under his knees to grasp at the fabric of the couch

“please, please, please...” he trails off, looking at you with hazy eyes

“shh, honey, i’ve got you.”

you slip your gloved fingers out of his hole, and he whines at the empty feeling

you grab the vibrator and ring—and you watch his blissed out, needy expression turn into one of panic

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you’ll feel so much better after, i promise.”

his muscled chest heaves as you pump his cock a few times, carefully slipping the pink silicone ring over his length

you cut him off by flicking on the hitachi to its lowest setting, slowly running it over the underside of his aching cock

kiyoomi watches you slip your harness on, fixing the mini bullet against your clit and hooking the dildo on. you crawl over to hover above him, and run a gentle hand down his cheek

“(y/n), i—“

his hips buck at the vibrations against his groin, rocking up into the toy while simultaneously trying to get away from it

“oh, oh, oh, oh—” he cries as you increase the power, moving the wand from his balls to the flushed head of his cock, where pearly white beads of cum begin to drip down his length

“such a good boy,” you whisper as the volume of his moans heightens. “such a good boy, kiyoomi.”

his cheeks are flushed strawberry with embarrassment at being so vulnerable

“miss, please,” he whines as the vibrations of the toy torment his senses. “please, i need....”

“what do you need, sweetheart?”

kiyoomi bites his lip and groans in frustration at having to admit to something so filthy

“c’mon, love, you can do it. don’t be shy, it’s just me and you,” you smile sweetly, teasing him.

he’s panting now, curls sticking to his forehead, covered in a fullbody flush. you’re so close to breaking him.

“don’t you wanna be a good boy, kiyo? or do i have to punish you, hmm?”

his eyes widen at the thought—but he’s too slow to answer, instead mumbling and stuttering, and before he knows it, he’s been thrown over your lap, bottom in the air.

“no, no, no, no—please don’t, please—”

“shhh, honey—you were a bad boy, so now you need to be taught a lesson, yeah? bad boys get spankings.”

his neck lurches up as your hand rubs over the swell of his ass, then coming down with a harsh slap. his face is red and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“count for me, darling.”

“o—one!” he shouts, screaming numbers every time you land a blow. you can’t see his face, but you can tell there’s tears streaming down his cheeks.

“it’s okay, baby, just a little more.”

you spread him open, and he whines when he feels the cool air hit his hole. he tries to squirm away from your grasp, embarrassed at being so exposed.

“stop it,” you say sternly. “i think you need to be punished here, too. how does that sound, hm?”

he doesn’t have time to speak before you’re using three fingers to slap his most sensitive part—his yelps sounding like music to your ears.

you’re able to feel him rutting his pathetic cock against your thigh, smearing cum all over your skin. “you’re so naughty, baby,” you chastise. “you came just from me slapping your stupid little hole?”

“kiyoomi, i asked you a question. are you going to answer or do i need to give you another spanking?”

he shakes his head furiously. “y—yes, i did, i came from miss slapping my hole,”

you smile and card your fingers through his silky locks

“does baby want me to fuck him now?”

“yes, please, please fuck me—“ he cries, so uncharacteristically but so sweet all the same.

“shhh, love. i’ve got you.”

his toes curl in anticipation as you lube up the strap, your expression lewd and domineering.

kiyoomi moves into position, face down, ass up. he knows exactly how you want him.

“‘s okay, babydoll, i’m gonna take real good care of you, i promise.”

you slap the silicone head of your strap against his already puffy hole a few times, laughing when he all but screams your name.

“d-don’t tease,” he huffs.

you smile slyly, and thrust the entire length in to the hilt. he cries out, tossing his head back just enough for you to grab him by his curls.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? you wanna be fucked like a little slut, huh? you’re so needy for me, so tight and wet. i bet you’d love it if everyone could see you all weak and pathetic like this, huh?”

“no, no!” he cries, fingers clutching at the sheets. “only...only miss can see me like this.”

“is that right, angel?” you grunt, abusing that spot inside him with your repeated thrusts.

kiyoomi whines so prettily as you pound him into the mattress, cock weeping and dripping onto the bed. your hand comes up to stroke his length ever so lightly, drawing out more cries from him.

“does baby wanna cum? wanna spill himself all over mistress’s sheets like a stupid little boy?”

you can tell he’s fighting your words in his mind—he’s not stupid, but he does want to cum.

“yes! yes, please, please let me cum, please let me, miss—i’ve been so good, please—”

you reward him with a flick of your wrist, twisting over his flushed, aching cock just how he likes, spurts of cum shooting to cover your hands and his chest.

kiyoomi’s shoulders shake and tremble as he comes down from his high, and you hold him through it, gently pulling out and taking your hand away from his dick. he shudders at the loss as you help him lay down.

he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, chest heaving. you lean over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“shh, kiyo,” you soothe, petting the sweaty curls off his forehead. “you did so good for me, honey.”

“would you like to go get cleaned up now?”

he mumbles something akin to a yes, and you help him walk to the bathroom, a protective hand on his waist the whole way.

you allow him to soak in the bath while you wash off in the adjacent shower. he’s near falling asleep, a sated sleepy expression on his face.

you finish up, wrapping a towel around yourself and padding over to help him out of the water.

back in the bedroom, you dress him gently, pulling his briefs and an oversized shirt on him.

you stand in front of your shared bed for a moment, his large hands coming down to hold your waist.

kiyoomi is so soft after a scene, a side of himself he rarely lets others see. you’re thankful he’s allowed you to be one of the lucky few.

“i love you,” he says, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

your hand comes up to play with his freshly washed hair, fingers tangling in the curls and running down his neck.

“and i you, sweets.”

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apriorisea · 4 years ago

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"I Will Not!" Jimin x You

"How on earth did we end up with so much stuff?" you ask as you study the stacks in front of you.

Your brand-new husband comes up behind you, snaking his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek. "Because people love us," he says with a grin.

You laugh. "People love you."

Jimin frowns and pulls you into his arms more securely. "People love us."

You twist around to look at him. "Okay, okay," you agree, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. "You're right. You win. Everyone adores us."

"Very good." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles suddenly.

"...What?"

He shakes his head slightly. "Nothing. You're just beautiful. Like always. Except now..." his grin turns cheeky. "You're officially my beautiful girl.

"Yep," you agree, feeling your heart pound a little. "I am." Pushing back a step, you pretend to smooth out your gray hoodie. "I think I should've just married you in this, though." Tired of being in your gorgeous, expensive wedding dress, you'd changed into a hoodie and sweats as soon as the last guests had left---though you'd kept your hair in its beautiful, curled updo.

He shrugs, still grinning. "Whatever you think, babygirl. Do you wanna do it over again?" He reaches for your hand. "We can do it right now, if you want. Just like this."

You study him; unlike you, he was still in his tux pants and button-down shirt---though you'd taken the liberty of having him undo several of the top buttons. "Hmm...." you pretend to think. "No one's here to perform the ceremony." But you still take his hand, unable to stifle the delighted giggle as he pulls you into him suddenly.

"That's all right." He takes both of your hands in his, mimicking the stance the two of you had taken earlier that day. "Do you take me to be your husband?"

Even though it's a joke, you feel your heart go all squishy at the question. "Absolutely. I'll take you forever." You barely finish your sentence before he's pressing a kiss to your lips. "Hey," you say when you break apart, "That part's not supposed to happen yet!"

"Okay okay okay." He straightens, holding your hands in chaste position again, though there's still that twinkle in his eye. "Do I take you to be my intelligent, beautiful, wonderful, amazing wife?" He pauses.

"Well? Do you?" you prompt.

"I do," he says softly, and the gentle determination in his voice takes your breath away. "I'm the luckiest man alive, of course I do." He starts to lean in again, but you interrupt him.

"We now pronounce each other husband and wife!" You drop his hands, reaching instead to wrap your arms around his waist. "Kiss me!"

He obliges, taking your face gently in his hands before taking your breath away.

This time when you break away, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes still closed, and whispers, "I love you."

"I love you too, Jiminie," you say, opening your eyes to get a sneak peek of him, this wonderful, gorgeous man who was now yours forever. You stay there a moment longer, before reaching out to kiss his cheek. "Now. We'd better get all of this out of here..."

He sighs, but pulls back and nods. "You're right." Eying the stuff again, he says, "I think we can get this done in two trips."

After the first trip out to your car, you realize he's right, so as you carry out the second round of boxes, you pause for a moment to thank the staff for their hard work. As you turn to go, one of them says smilingly, "Have a wonderful evening, you blessed newlyweds!"

As soon as you're outside, you turn to look at Jimin. "We're married. I can't get over that."

He laughs giddily. "Yes, we are. We're married." Suddenly overcome, he tips his head back and says it again, this time at the top of his lungs. "We're married!"

You laugh, caught off guard by his sudden outburst, but he wasn't done.

"I got married to the most beautiful woman in the universe," he's going on, still carrying the boxes tot he car. "I love her, I love her, I love her!"

You reach the car first, shoving the boxes in before you drop them from laughing so hard. "Shh!" you manage, reaching out for him. "It's late!"

"I don't care! I have the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful wife!" he continues at the same volume.

Before you have a chance, someone down the street is suddenly yelling back, telling your husband to shut up.

His grin grows even bigger as he put his boxes in the car and turns on his heel to yell out again: "I will not!" He grabs your hand, pulling you to him. "She's my wife and the whole world should know it!"

Seeing no other option, you lean up and kiss him, closing the car door as you do. "All right, all right," you say when you release him. "I think they get it. Let's go home now!"

He nods, but you catch that glint in his eye again and reach out to catch his chin in your hand.

"Come on, Mr. Park," you say, smiling a little. "Your wife is tired."

It works like magic. He brushes a strand of your hair back and kisses your forehead. "Let's go home, my lovely bride."

He opens your door and shuts it behind you. You watch him carefully as he walks around the hood of the car, relieved when he makes it to the driver's door without incident. He opens the door, climbs in, starts the car---and then, before you can stop him, rolls down his window and yells again: "I'M MARRIED!!!!"

You can't even be that mad.

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ohnococo · 4 years ago

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Cozy Night In | Porco x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Porco is kind of cute when he’s all needy and desperate... and you decide you want to find out how well he can control himself.

Warnings: cockwarming, modern au, creampie

MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT!

Porco had been so needy all day, nuzzling at your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands all over you every chance he got. During each attempt to have you in his arms you'd been in the middle of something, consoling your pouty boyfriend (and the hard cock in his sweatpants that he was pressing against you at every opportunity) with promises of "Later, Pock, I'm just busy right now."

You had been, really, but it felt nice to feel wanted so badly by your impatient boyfriend. Plus, you really did have to admit he was so cute when he was needy like this so... maybe you were letting it go on a little longer than it really had to, especially when you'd sat down to watch a movie your friends had been suggesting to you for ages. You were settled in lying on your couch, perfectly comfy, when Porco came in and immediately began talking over the tv.

"You're watching a movie now?" He was looking betrayed, in his feelings at this point about not being able to do anything yet.

"Yeah, I am."

"But baby..." he pouts.

You scoot forward on the couch a bit, patting the space behind you, "I'm already 20 minutes in, stop talking over it and sit down if you're gonna stay in here."

It felt a little mean, but... it was an interesting movie and the way Porco dragged his feet as he came over had you hiding a smile behind the blanket you’d loosely draped over yourself. He settles in behind you, covering himself with the blanket as well before pulling you close with an arm around your waist as he nuzzles at your neck.

He thinks he's being slick as he lets a few minutes pass before he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, just the smallest peck at first. Then he licks his lips, leaving a longer kiss just a little bit further down. With the next kiss, where your neck and shoulder meet, he adds his tongue to the mix and sucks lightly at the sensitive skin - all while slowly moving the hand wrapped around your waist up to cup at your breast.

"Are you trying to distract me?"

"No... I just wanna touch you..."

"Fine." You feign annoyance, though your hardening nipples let him know that you're enjoying the distraction.

He takes it as a signal to continue on, which it is, and slides his hand under your shirt to trace round your nipple, kissing your shoulder and pressing his hard cock against your ass. "Babyyy, look what you did."

You press back into him, but turn the volume up on the movie slightly.

He lets out a dejected little whine. "You don't want it?"

"I want to watch the movie." You try to have some sense of finality in your voice, but can't seem to bring yourself to stop arching into Porco's touch. He calls your bluff as he moves his hand from under your shirt down to dip beneath the loose pair of shorts you'd chosen to lounge around in, brushing his fingers lightly over your wetness.

"Doesn't feel like you don't want it."

You don't respond at first, thinking it over, and still enjoying your little game despite how good even the smallest touch from your boyfriend had felt after a day of denying him. Porco seems to sense that you're deep in thought, letting his hand hover over your pussy without further action until the warmth radiating off of it has you shivering with need ever so slightly.

You make your decision. "Fine, you can put it in, but we're not fucking until the movie is over."

Porco is silent for a moment, processing what you've said, before he's sitting up and sliding your shorts down your legs and tossing them on the opposite end of the couch. He lies back down behind you and spits in his hand before rubbing it around your entrance just to be sure he slides in comfortably.

He catches your sneer and laughs, "C'mon, you don't usually mind my spit on your pussy."

"You want me to change my mind, Pock?"

He knows you're joking, but doesn't risk it as he slides down his sweats just enough to free his cock. He spreads your legs, holding one up by your thigh to give him access and rubs his cock against you. "Help me out a little."

You don't challenge him, hoping you were effectively playing off the way your heart was racing from the feel of the head of his cock bobbing against your skin, spreading precum in its path. You reach your hand down between your legs, guiding him to your entrance and letting loose a low sigh as he slides into you slowly. Once he settles himself inside of you, you arch your back further to make sure he’s able to fill you completely, and try to disguise a groan at the feeling of fullness as clearing your throat.

“Feels good, baby?”

Obviously, but you want to see how well he’ll hold out. “Shh, I’m trying to hear the movie.”

He mumbles a little sorry, though clearly has no intention of paying much attention as he nuzzles at the back of your neck. He was doing his best so far, actually staying in place. Quickly enough you aren’t focusing on the movie either, instead trying to will yourself not to bounce even lightly on his cock. He’d never seemed so heavy inside of you before now, and the pleasant stretch of his thickness has you getting wetter by the second. You close your legs, lying comfortably again, and the tightness has Porco groaning into your neck. His breath against your hair gets harder, faster, seemingly always just a moment away from becoming full on fussing until he finally gives in to his instincts and gives you a few shallow thrusts.

You put your hand on his hip to steady him. “Be still.”

He whines, but does as you say, though his cock does throb inside of you as it only becomes harder to keep yourself from rocking back into him. As the movie continues on, though you have no clue how much time has passed or what was even happening on the screen, you’re fairly impressed with Porco. Your boyfriend is certainly not known for his restraint, so to have him so still and compliant with his cock buried fully inside of you is unheard of. You’re caught in two minds with this, unable to concentrate on the movie with Porco’s thick cock stretching at your walls, but unwilling to give in - not with how cute he is when he’s trying his best to behave. Instead, you keep your head forward, and slowly reach a hand hidden under your blanket downwards, sliding a finger between your legs to gently circle your clit. You won’t give him the satisfaction of moving, wanting to see how long he can handle just letting his cock rest inside of you, but your own self-control is quickly faltering.

You feel you’re getting away with it, soft sighs seemingly masked by the sound of the tv as you build momentum on your clit, heat growing steadily in your stomach as you do. Then, Porco lets out his own noise, a high pitched whimper that makes your pussy clench around him.

“Babyyyy… you can’t do that…” his whines are muffled in your hair as he tries his best to find his contentment in merely cuddling you, even as his cock twitches in response to your warmth. You don’t respond, but he doesn’t seem to notice sweat begins prickling at his forehead, his palm against your hip becoming clammy.

You have to laugh at how hard he’s actually focused on this, trying his very best to remain compliant, but the laugh only serves to have you clenching around him again. He fusses, pressing his hips forward, but you decide not to admonish him as he just remains still while buried deep inside you, sending tingles through your body.

Instead, you allow your fingers to move faster against your clit, and you try your best to keep your breathing steady as you only bring more wetness to leak out around Porco’s cock and coat your thighs. You try to counteract each involuntary flutter of your pussy, but find just how unsuccessful it is as Porco clings to you and begins panting into your neck.

“I can’t, I can’t… baby I have to fuck you-” he can’t stop himself, reaching his hand down from your breast to spread your legs as he starts thrusting up and into you at a desperate pace. He reaches down for your clit, and finds your fingers already there, no longer hiding the fact that you need to cum now as his cock has you seeing stars with every rough, deep thrust.

“You gonna cum with me?”

“Yes, Pock.”

“Please milk my cock baby, please-” he doesn’t get far into asking before your walls are clenching around him as the heat in your core spreads through your whole body and you cum around him, sounds of your wet cunt being fucked so hard and fast through your orgasm almost matching Porco’s whines as he holds you tight and fills you. His thrusts only continue, until you’re trembling in his arms at the overstimulation, pushing at his thigh to let him know to go easy on you now. He’s stills, spent cock still twitching inside of you occasionally as he leans back panting.

“I did try…”

You’re charmed by the hint of defeat in his voice, and twist round to give him a kiss. “It’s ok, I know you did.”

The relief of finally cumming washes over the two of you as you return to cuddling, ignoring the cum dribbling out around Porco’s softened cock as it slips out of you. Then, he thinks back to how your fingers had already been feverishly working at your clit when he’d reached down to touch you. “Were you playing with yourself the whole time?”

You smile at him sheepishly, beginning to rewind the movie to where you’d last been paying attention… before realizing catching up was a lost cause for the night. “Maybe…” you finally reply.

“Babe, that’s not fair…” he pouts, but you leaning back to press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose has him smiling again right away.

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markberries · 4 years ago

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i l i k e y o u┊draco malfoy

info: you like draco, but he likes pansy. it isn't until a party in the room of requirement makes you realize how much draco didn't like you.

warnings: cursing

genre: angst, fluff, hufflepuff!reader, halfblood!reader

word count: 3300+ a/n: LMAO THIS IS SO BAD AND ITS UNEDITED HAKJSDADH enjoy

"isn't he just so cute?" you giggled, staring at your crush from across the room. the air smelt of burning wood, sunlight seeping through the window panes. professor snape was carefully eyeing each of the students as they prepped their potions, yet your eyes stayed glued to the well known trouble maker who sat in the front of the class.

"y/n, are you ever going to help me with this potion? i know you're good with them and i could really use your help!" ron whined from beside you, poking at your shoulder repeatedly. "bloody hell, were you slipped a love potion? it's just malfoy."

you turned to ron, smacking his arm, and he let out a small "ow". you sighed, helping ron gather materials to make the current potion. "stop acting like my crush on draco is new."

"but y/n, listen to me, nothing good can come out with malfoy, and i'm pretty sure you're just fascinated by the idea you have of him in your head," ron explains, tossing the items into the cauldron, "i mean, have you even talked to him?"

you freeze for a moment, clearing your throat. "y-yes i have, um.. i bumped into him in the hallway and i said sorry."

ron soon realizes what you mean, pity patting you on the head like a child. sighing, he says, "he didn't say anything to you, did he?"

you shake your head, taking a whiff of the potion you and ron created in front of you. you've had a crush on draco since the beginning of this year, which was currently your fourth year at hogwarts. of course, malfoy didn't pay any attention to you.

"god," you cringe, scrunching up your face after smelling the absolutely disgusting potion, "that smells terrible. guess we've made it properly then."

"ugh, you're right," ron replies, backing away from the previously brewing cauldron. you look around, seeing that students are still attempting to complete their potions, so you had a bit of time to waste.

you hear draco's laugh from across the room, pansy parkinson by his side. your mere infatuation with malfoy wasn't enough to make you jealous (because personally, you thought it was an ugly emotion), but it did strike something in you when you watched draco and pansy giggle like idiots together.

people always thought you were crazy to like draco; he was mean, rude, and a pain in the ass, but you continued to see the good in him (or the good that you thought he had). being a hufflepuff who was infatuated with draco didn't grant you anything when it came to popularity, but you couldn't care less. you just thought draco was truly a nice guy on the inside.

"hello? earth to y/n? class is over!" ron waved a hand in your face, making you snap back into reality. you blinked a few times, before looking around to see students exiting the class to go for lunch, and you watched draco leave with pansy.

"come on then, i'm starving!" ron hurried you, pushing you out the door to go to the dining hall, literally grabbing you by the robe because you could not stop staring a malfoy.

tonight was the night of the room of requirement party, all houses invited (hosted by gryffindor, and slytherin was somehow invited as well), and you wanted to use this to your advantage. you wanted to tell draco how you felt, because you were tired of admiring him from afar, tired of awkwardly blushing when you spotted him, and tired of hiding your feelings.

but, unbeknownst to you, draco did know that you had a crush on him. only problem is, he has been trying to get with pansy. he thought you were too quiet and that you weren't really his type, so he avoided you. he always noticed your stares and the way your cheeks heated up when you two met eyes.

when people told him that you liked him, he would brush it off with a scoff and talk about how untrue the rumors were, because he didn't want you to cry to him about how he didn't like you. so, tonight at the party, his plan was to avoid you completely.

—

you twirled in the mirror, taking a look at your fourth outfit change. it was a plain black skirt, paired with a tight yellow turtleneck with a black oversized sweater on top of it, only showing the collar of the turtleneck. you sported black converse high tops, and you honestly felt proud of yourself for actually choosing an outfit on time.

exiting the dormitory, you were greeted at the front of your common room by harry, ron, and hermione, who were talking amongst each other, before looking over at you.

"so i'm guessing today is the day then, right y/n?" hermione asks you, raising a brow. you tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but you were already nervous. harry noticed your difference in mood, and patted you on the back.

"don't worry y/n," harry comforts you, "it's just malfoy. still don't get why you like him, because he truly is an arse, but i'm sure he'll think your beautiful."

you bury your face in your palms, stressing yourself out by picturing the worst case scenarios. "oh god, i really hope it works out."

"calm down, i'll sucker punch malfoy if he says anything stupid, alright?" ron comments, and you hear a snicker from hermione, which makes ron look at her and say, "is something funny?"

the four of you start heading down to the room of requirement, carefully trying to avoid any prefects who were not on board to the party, and avoiding any professors. all of you entered to see students engaging with one another, laughter erupting throughout the room and bouncing off the walls.

it smelt like vanilla and you didn't mind, you waved at some friends from hufflepuff and greeted others, but only looking for one person in particular; draco malfoy. you peaked around corners and asked around, until you saw the familiar slytherin talking up pansy by the back wall.

he saw you coming, but averted your gaze in order to stay focused on pansy. she was talking about her classes and malfoy was listening intently as you made your way towards him, but he chose to ignore you. you waited patiently, hands clad together with sweaty palms. your heart was pounding out of your chest, but you attempted to control your body language.

for the rest of the party, you pretty much followed malfoy like a lost puppy. you just wanted to tell him, but you felt like he was always too busy to talk to. he was always around pansy, and you really didn't know what to do.

"y/n, are you alright?" you hear hermione from beside you, whispering in your ear.

"yeah, i just haven't really gotten the chance to tell draco yet.."

hermione nods, before giving you a pat and leaving to talk to harry and ron.

"hey pansy," draco says, clearing his throat. pansy turns to him, tilting her head. "yes, draco?"

"could we talk outside? just for a moment," draco asks her, and she complies, following draco outside the room of requirement. when they're outside of the party, he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, his face scrunched up.

"well?" pansy asks, waiting for a word out of draco.

"well.. i just wanted to ask you if we could go out for butterbeer sometime, but not as friends, you understand what i'm saying?" draco asks, and pansy looks speechless. she searches for a reason to reject malfoy, not wanting to carry the weight of guilt among her shoulders. she remembers you, following malfoy around, and she uses that to her advantage.

"sorry malfoy, but i think somebody might've already called dibs on you," pansy states, looking at draco, searching for any negative emotion toward her on his face. malfoy frowns, staring at the door of the room of requirement.

"i'll talk to you later," pansy smiles, entering the party once again. draco wasn't mad at pansy, no, he was mad at you. too blinded by the terrible feeling of rejection, he blamed everything on you. he thought about how if you had just left him alone, pansy would've gone out with him (which was not true). draco goes back to the party a few minutes after pansy had left, and you rush over to him, tugging on his black and green robe.

"um, draco i need to-" draco cuts you off, ripping his robe away from your grip. "no, y/n!"

you flinch, startled by the volume and tone of his voice. his face has anger written all over it, and you became frightened. the golden trio hear malfoy's yelling, turning to where the sound was coming from.

"i-i just wanted to say that i like-" malfoy groans, rubbing his face in frustration. "i know you like me, y/n! for god's sake, everyone knew! you weren't very subtle, y/l/n. stop trying so hard, halfblood. because of you, i got rejected. i don't like you, and i don't consider you a friend. i don't even consider you as an acquaintance. just stay away from me."

your face turns red, growing warmer by the second. at this point, you're staring at your shoes, too scared to look up at draco. tears are welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall as malfoy continues to talk. your throat starts hurting because you refused to cry out, and your hands were trembling.

"draco malfoy!" harry roars, rushing to come to your aid. ron puts both hands on each one of your shoulders, trying to get a glimpse of your face. he sees your glossy eyes, and pulls you into a hug.

"oh now you've done it, malfoy," ron hisses, turning his head to look at draco. draco scoffs, crossing his arms. "what are you gonna do, weasley?" draco shoots back.

"he won't do anything," hermione starts, eyes full of hatred, "but i will." hermione punches draco in the face, making draco yelp in pain. he holds his nose while crabbe and goyle run over to him.

"i-i'm sorry," you sniffle, "it's my fault."

"no no, shh, it's not your fault y/n," ron coos, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down. draco eyes you, hearing the shaking in your voice, and feeling a slight pang of guilt. i mean, did he have to yell at you that much? hermione backs up to check up on you, and harry is still glaring at him.

"lets go y/n," hermione smiles at you, and you nod at her and say softly, "okay."

all of you leave the party, eyes glued to your form. when you finally got out of the room, you took a deep breath and felt a slight sense of relief to finally get away from draco. you thought that this would've gone better, you expected rejection but not in a situation like that. on the way back to the hufflepuff dormitory, all four of you stayed silent.

you felt too tired to talk, and i think the other three understood that. when you reached the common room, you thanked your friends, saying that you were alright (which was not true, but they knew you didn't want to talk about it). you waved them goodbye, heading up to bed, and feeling nervous about the following day.

—

the next day, you got ready like normal, but you were awfully quiet, and draco took note of that. he no longer heard your laughter from across the room, and you stayed focused on your studies. you didn't want to look at him, afraid that he would yell at you again, so you stayed away, just like he asked.

your friends would ask you if last night had affected your new behavior, but you just assured them that it wasn't the case, which was a lie. you were just too scared to say something wrong, or to annoy draco again.

draco watched you as you wrote in your notebook, an unreadable expression on your face. he was restless, the night before, thinking if he had said too much. he thought it was a bit harsh to yell at you in front of everybody, but he still had that fresh feeling of rejection in his mind.

draco watched as your eyes wandered, looking around the classroom and other students, before accidentally catching his eyes. your eyes widened, almost like you were in fear, and then you raised your hand, asking to go to the washroom. you leave the room, gripping at your robe.

draco decides to follow you, he's not sure why, but he just does. he follows you down the hall, and he sees you sit down on a bench, breathing heavily. draco approaches you, standing right in front of you. your entire body freezes, staring down at his shoes.

"i'm sorry that you were rejected because of me," you say softly, fidgeting with your fingers. draco honestly doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know if he should say that it wasn't your fault, or if he was sorry for yelling at you. he does none of the above, and just decides to stay silent.

"um," you say, looking up at him, and draco swore he thought you were on the brink of tears, "i'll make sure to stay out of your way. i hope parkinson accepts your feelings."

you stand up, rushing to leave, the last person you wanted to talk to was draco. you didn't want to face him, honestly you were considering leaving to go to muggle school, but the thought of leaving your friends here had stopped you.

for the next week, things had stayed the same. you stayed quiet, flinching at any loud noise, and trying your best to ignore malfoy's attempts to reach out to you. he felt incredibly guilty, and his feelings got worse as the days passed. he didn't really understand how much he did pay attention to you before everything that happened.

he kind of did miss catching you staring at him, and how you would shyly look away. maybe it's because he missed the attention you had given him all the time, even if you two didn't speak.

"y/n," you feel a hand grab your arm, you didn't see who it was, but you knew that voice.

"draco please, i already said i'm sorry," you say quietly, not wanting to anger him. your friends were right, maybe draco was a bad person. you wished you hadn't tried to confess to him in the first place.

"no listen- it's not that, okay?" he says, dragging you to the side of the hallway, getting away from the other students who were walking to their classes. "i, i wanted to say i'm sorry."

when draco admits it, your eyes widen, draco malfoy apologizing to someone was very new, and you didn't know what to say. part of you thought it was a joke, that he was going to do something horrible because you ruined his chance, but blue eyes seemed genuine.

"i shouldn't have yelled at you that day, um.. it wasn't your fault, uh, i realize now that pansy was just using you as an excuse, and i'm sorry that it took me so long to realize it. i hope we can start over.. maybe as friends."

you felt like your ears were deceiving you, and you weren't very eager on becoming friends with draco, after what happened. but, you being you, you slowly nodded, unsure of your own answer. "okay, i guess. but i'm not going to lie to your face and say i suddenly lost feelings for you, i just need some time to.. adjust."

something hurts in draco's heart when he hears the amount of uncertainty that laced your warm voice, but he still nodded, respecting your decisions.

"you do know i have been trying to talk to you since the party, right?" draco asks you, and you shake your head. you're taken aback, but you decide to not talk.

"yeah, i really have," draco admits.

you deadpan, "oh. um, see you around draco."

—

after a month, you still have those lingering feelings for draco. him being sweeter to you than usual, really wasn't helping. he would wave at you in the hallways, ask to partner up with you in classes, and he seemed deeply interested in your preferences, likes, dislikes, and your life in general. it was odd for everyone else, too. it was almost like he was actually trying to be nice to you.

even though you had told draco that you needed time, it's like it went in one ear and out the other for him. he was actively trying to talk to you, walking you to class, and more. it felt like you were floating, or like you were dreaming. you convinced yourself that the guilt had probably been eating away at him, because that was really the only explanation.

"by the way, what's it like living in the muggle world?" draco asks you, resting his head on his own hand, curiosity getting the best of him. you two were out on the courtyard, where you had originally been by yourself, but he had decided to join you. you both sat cross legged, facing each other.

"ooh, what does your mother do for a living? i hear there's so many different kind of jobs in the muggle wor-"

"what the hell is up with you, malfoy?" you question, almost snapping at him, but you kept yourself in check. draco only looks at you weirdly, saying, "what do you mean?"

you roll your eyes, "you know what i mean, malfoy. why are you treating me like i'm fragile? like i'll break any second? i told you before and i'll say it again, i need time to adjust. you know that i have feelings for you, so are you trying to rub salt in the wound? because i'm really not sure what is going on."

draco laughs, "you really are dimwitted, aren't you?" he shakes his head.

"i'm sorry?" you squint your eyes at him, and he laughs again. god, you really loved his laugh.

"you're such an idiot, y/l/n," and with that sentence, he places a hand on your cheek and brings you in for a kiss. his lips land on yours, and you feel like a statue. you didn't know how to react, i mean, was draco really kissing you right now?

his lips are soft, and you felt a little bad because you did not move at all. when he pulls away, you're in awe, staring at him, shocked.

"what," you manage to get out, and draco giggles, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

"i fancy you, you idiot," draco says to you, and you swear you can feel your heart jumping out of your chest. you're still sitting in place, confusion written all over your face.

"the fuck," you sputter out this time. "you fancy me? since when?"

draco sighs, tapping his chin as he thinks. "pretty sure it was the day i caught you sleeping at the library. you had been studying for hours, a little drool on your arm as well. that was the day i decided that i like you."

you turn red, blinking your eyes.

"you saw that?"

"yeah, you looked nice that day."

draco leans back and rests his hands on the grass, smirking when he saw how much he affected you. "so, are you willing to go on a date with me?"

"o-oh, okay, wow. haha, didn't expect this," you're at a loss for words, and you know malfoy knows it, because he can't stop smiling at how stupid you probably sounded right now.

"great," he replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"you know, ron won't be happy about this."

"oh forget the weasley, is he your boyfriend?"

"who said i had a boyfriend?

#draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco imagine #draco fluff #draco angst #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy angst

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yoongi-sugaglider · 4 years ago

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Jungkook x reader

fairy/soulmate au

Warnings: fluff, mentions of war, mentions of bodily injury, ummm...fluff? lol

Word count: Exactly 10k on the dot!!!

A/n note: So this was supposed to be my secret santa/ winter project for December 2020 but some life stuff came up aka my dad had some very severe health issues that kinda broke my brain for a while. He’s doing better now though and I finally was able to just sit and give this story the love it deserved. To @birbdae I am so sorry this is late but thank you so much for being patient with me~ Happy belated birthday and I love you bunches~

“Mother, tell me the story again?” The young girl whispered as she clung to the Queen’s multitude of skirts.

“Hush now my love.” The elegant lady gathered her child into her arms, eyes struggling to see her tiny face in the dusky twilight that surrounded them.

“Please Mother, I’m scared…”

The woman sighed, allowing her silvery hair to fall into her eyes as she pressed her forehead to her child’s and allowed the icy chill that surrounded them to comfort her into speaking.

“Once upon a time, there lived a young maiden so fair that kingdoms bowed down at the very mention of her name.”

“Queen Merialiies, the most powerful of the frost fae.” The little princess sighed, settling into her mother’s arms and allowing the familiar words to comfort her.

“Aye, that she was. And the kindest. A great war ravaged her country. So devastating was it that half the world lost their lives and the balance of life and death were in chaos.”

The Queen clutched her child closer, shivering as her eyes trained intensely on the entrance of the isolated cavern. “When the war was over the maiden emerged from hiding, seeking out her people and gathering them from their hiding places. She knew that if they were to revive the world they would have to come together, for their strength lay in their bond with each other.”

“Because our joined power is always greater than if we are alone.”

The Queen chuckled, nuzzling into her daughter’s hair and placing the most gentle of kisses to her forehead. “Am I telling this story or you my love?”

The child smiled up at her, giggling as she patted her mother’s cheek. “I’m sorry Mother, please, would you keep going?”

“Alright, where was I?”

“You were about to come to the best part!”

Smiling the Queen nodded, though her grip on her child tightened. “The maiden persevered, gaining strength from her people as they guided the world towards rebirth. But something was wrong. The poor dear, though surrounded by those that loved and adored her felt alone. Something was missing in her life. A love that she could have all to herself. She began searching, hoping to find one who could see through her strength to the innocent and lonely woman within.”

“And she did Mother! She found her own truest love.”

“Shh, quietly my lovely.” Her panicked gaze wandered the dark, listening intently to the wayward sounds that filtered in through the stone and ice.

“You’re right. She found her love. A twin flame to melt away the loneliness in her heart. The one who carried not only a burning love for her, but also the twin pair to her wings.”

The youngling sighed, burying her face in her mother’s chest as her tiny fingers wrapped in the delicate silk of her bodice. “Twin souls. They were happy right? Finding each other?”

“Of course my love. Finding your twin soul is a cause for celebration. And they did. They celebrated for weeks after. Two kingdoms joined together to celebrate the greatest love story in the history of the fae. There was no war, only peace and prosperity.”

The sounds from outside gained in volume. Explosions and cries for help echoed through the cavern as the two held each other close.

“Mother…”

“I know baby. I’m here. It will be okay…”

***

“My Lady where are you?”

The young woman flinched, tucking herself farther into the frost covered tree as she watched her jailer...lady in waiting, search for her in the gardens down below.

She’d been avoiding the poor harried woman for hours, hoping to not be dragged back to the small cabin they called home and be forced to sit down and study her histories again. The tutor they’d found liked to drone on and on, more busy with facts and numbers than the great stories of heroes and villains that the young woman preferred to daydream about. He’d taken on the job willingly, a poor clumsy scholar that tended more towards the clumsy side despite the brilliance of his mind.

“My lady! Sir Namjoon awaits you! Please stop hiding and come so that he can teach you like we hired him to!”

The woman snorted, knowing she’d be able to hide as long as she needed if it meant she didn’t have to hover protectively over her inkwell while the man droned on. Luck was not on her side this day though. Where normally her fingers would have done their work, gripping tightly to the course bark that wrapped her beloved tree in silvery protection, today they faltered in the cold.

She barely had a moment to react, a silent oh! of surprise slipping from her lips as she took her tumble. The ground rushed up to meet her, its snow covered embrace announcing her hiding spot with a resounding crash.

A gasp echoed through the clearing, swallowed by the sound of rushed footsteps crunching their way through the freshly lain snow. The fallen woman groaned, eyes filled with the sight of the uncaring forest staring down at her as she lay resigned to her fate.

“My Lady you mustn't lay on your back like…” The maid stuttered to a halt, delicate fingers coming up to cover her lips as her eyes filled with misty tears. “Oh...oh your ladyship I...I’m so s…”

“Hush now Solaris. It’s been 14 years.” The woman sat up abruptly, dusting the snow from her dress and rising to brush it off of her back. “I’ve had enough of these woods. Come now, Sir Clumsy britches is waiting for me.”

Solaris couldn’t help the tittering giggle that slipped from her lips. She bowed her head, giving the young woman a small curtsy as they began making their way back towards the village.

“Might I ask why you’re always climbing that tree my lady?” She couldn’t help her curiosity. It seemed her charge was always running off, attempting to find some adventure or another in any attempt to escape her duties.

“Honestly? I’m not sure. I just…” The young woman sighed, fingers brushing at her skirts as she ducked beneath a wayward tree branch and stepped out into the clearing that housed their small cottage. “I’ve always felt like I was searching for something. Even as a child. I suppose I thought if I could see more of the land, see more of the world from up high I’d be able to figure out what that something is.”

“And have you found it my lady?”

The melancholic woman shook her head, pausing at the door to the cottage and glancing once around the clearing. It was a modest little place they called home, situated just inside the wall of trees that surrounded the capital city of their kingdom. They managed to live quietly here, benefiting from the security of the centuries old trees and forest while still being close enough to the large city to fulfill all of their living needs. It was home, though not the one she’d grown up in. That was a fairytale now only to think about in the quiet nights when she tossed and turned with nightmares of the past.

“No...I haven’t found my twin flame. Not...not yet anyway.”

***

“Your Highness! There’s news from the capital!” A hurried Solaris burst through the front door, eyes wide and panicked as she struggled to catch her breath from the obvious nonstop run from the market to their home.

“Goodness Solaris. Take a moment, calm yourself.” The young woman rose from her chair, absolutely grateful for the interruption from Sir Namjoon’s usual rantings as she guided her breathless maid to the chair she’d been occupying.

“Sir Namjoon, would you kindly draw Lady Solaris a cup of water? I’m sure she’d be grateful.”

The usually calm man grew flustered at the request, rushing towards the tiny kitchen area and rifling through the items for the requested object. Surprisingly nothing fell or broke though as the man returned with a tall cup of cold water and handed it to the maid with trembling hands and the tiniest of a dimple filled smile.

“Y...your...your water my Lady.” He muttered, scurrying back to his large stack of books as if terrified to have Solaris’s attention on him for too long.

After allowing the woman to take a few sips to calm herself her mistress took the cup, placing it off to the side and handing over a handkerchief to allow the woman to wipe at her sweat covered brow.

“Now, what’s got you so flustered that you had to burst in here in the most unladylike of manners?” She smiled in amusement as the woman inhaled sharply, almost as if preparing for the most magnanimous of speeches.

“Your highness! The king! He’s come to the capital and he’s calling all the maidens of the kingdom to attend him! It’s required that all, no matter their status, must see him at once!”

“That conquering tyrant.” Where normally she would be calm the woman suddenly burned bright red with a strange fury. “First he takes our country and now he wants all of the maidens to attend to him?” She turned from her hand maid, fury twisting her features as she stomped over to the window to glare out at the surrounding forest.

“No my Lady, you’re mistaken.” Solaris stuttered, sitting up in her chair as she finally allowed her thoughts to settle. “It’s for the First Prince. They’re wanting a marriage of good faith to allow the two kingdoms to integrate peacefully.”

“P..peacefully??” She sputtered as she turned from the window. Throwing her hands in the air she couldn’t help but to rant. “Those hot heads should have thought of that BEFORE they burned our crops and raided our villages! We’d have easily come to a compromise of some sort had they come bearing that same mentality before taking up arms against us!”

“Madame, they…”

“Yes yes I know.” She waved off Namjoon’s words dismissively. “My father didn’t want to send me there. Didn’t want his precious daughter to ‘descend into that den of thieves’” She tossed up air quotes, sarcasm dripping from every word she spoke. “Really, you men and your misplaced pride. It’s ridiculous how foolish you can be when you think with your sword instead of your minds.”

“With our...m..Madam!” The look of shock on the poor scholar’s face would have been priceless any other day. But for some reason the stately lady of the house just wasn’t feeling the need to tease the scholar.

“So how are they doing this?” She made her way to her favorite chair as she spoke, dropping into it with a huff and staring out of the small cottage’s window. The drifting snowflakes outside caught her attention and she watched them dance their way to the ground as she listened to Solaris explain the situation.

“They’ll be sending soldiers to each house bearing invitations for each eligible female.”

“They’ll be tallying each one up too. Make sure they can count each household while they’re at it.” She grumped as she folded her arms on the window ledge and plopped her chin on her forearms.

“More than likely, yes. And adding to that they’ll send the same soldiers out the day of the ball to come and collect the women.” Namjoon chimed in. “They’ll claim it’s a safety precaution but more so it’s to ensure none of them run off.”

“Why would they do that?” Solaris blinked innocently, her dazed expression and glazed eyes giving away how little she understood of the situation. “A ball! Just imagine all of the beautiful dresses we would see. And all of the handsome young men!” Her giggle echoed through the silent cabin. It quickly died off when she realized neither of her companions were sharing in her excitement.

“Honestly, I forget sometimes you weren’t old enough to remember the war and how horrible things were for our kind.” Standing from her window seat she brushed at the gossamer fabric of her dress as if attempting to rid herself of some imagined dust. “When is this ball they have planned?”

“In three days. They’ll begin sending out soldiers in the morning.” Solaris replied, hanging her head sadly.

“I see. Sir Namjoon, we’ll resume my studies once I’ve returned.” She turned away from the teo, making her way to her room and beginning to pack a small selection of her belongings.

“Wh...Miss...what are you doing?” Solaris demanded as she sidestepped the whirlwind of a woman who was now packing small packages of dried meats and medicines from the storage area of the kitchen.

“I can’t be there. If they find me, find out who I am? I just...I have to go.”

She finished packing, mind a cold void as her determination was already set. After informing the two where she was going she set off, hoping to escape whatever fate was trying to force her way.

***

The woods were lovely, dark, and deep.

She found herself sighing at the sounds that greeted her as she stepped from the tree line to survey her surroundings.

Before her and stretching far off into the horizon was a massive frozen lake, it's surface dappled by the hoof and paw prints of the many animals that dwelled in the safety of the forest beyond and refused to sleep the winter months away. A rare smile graced her lips, one almost as secretive as the hidden cave she turned and began to make her way towards.

Her steps became lighter as she crunched through the snow, the weight of the sudden announcement lifting from her shoulders as she stepped beneath the glistening blue stalactites. The interior was dimly lit from the light that gently filtered through from the ice that protected the entrance from prying eyes.

The only sound that echoed in the place were her unhurried footsteps and a gentle dripping that whispered to her from somewhere further back in the darkness. She'd visited here many times before, a quiet reprieve she'd found several summers ago when she'd come to the lake to escape the insufferable heat of the season.

The locals didn't visit it,claiming it to be haunted by a human's soul that'd taken up residency in the place a millennia ago, back before the wingless race had died off. It suited her perfectly well as it gave her the solitude she needed to allow her poor broken wings a chance to be free.

And she did just that as she dumped her pack beside the cold ashes of the firepit she'd made during her last visit. Unsnapping the corset that since her waist she allowed it to drop beside her pack and stretched out what remained of her wings.

The nerves had died off long ago, the burnt ends though still stung with the phantom pain, a dark reminder of the night her entire childhood was ripped away from her. She sighed, glancing over her shoulders and imagining the wings as they used to be, a swirl of silver color patterned with flames and snowflakes that gave her the glorious joy of flying through the freezing winter air.

Fluttering them once and then twice she stretched them, letting the cold cave air cool them after being compressed within her body heat for so long. It was a shame really, but she didn’t allow herself to dwell on it for too long, she had a camp to make and some relaxing to do.

***

Jungkook had had just about enough of his aides. They hovered at all hours of the day, incessant in their rambling about court protocol and how important it was to not start any fights with the locals. He was well aware.

He’d never even wanted the war that had ravaged the Winter Kingdom. Had begged his father and the generals to try peace over everything else. But in the end the words of a child had gone unheard by the war blinded adults.

So here he sat, shivering violently from the cold as those blasted tittering fools for his aides dashed around his chamber. He could have called on his flaming core to warm him, but after the first day of doing so only to find himself collapsed in the hall from using far too much energy, he’d just decided it was better to suffer the cold than to appear weak in front of his unfortunate enemies.

“Sire! We must leave now. You mustn’t be late for Lord Hoseok’s dance lessons!” The tiny mouse of a man squeaked, trying so very hard to appear contained and in charge despite the dark circles of worry beneath his eyes.

“Jimin, you know that even if I’m early Lord Hoseok will still grind me into the dust for not learning that infernal winter waltz faster.” The Prince frowned, taking in Jimin’s fear-streaked face.

“That may be Your Highness. But should you dally any longer you’ll be late for sword training with Sir Yoongi as well as etiquette lessons with Lord Seokjin. We have to stick to your schedule or they’ll all be displeased and tell your Father!” Jimin squeaked again, petite hands fluttering up to cover the trembling of his lips.

“My father is too busy planning out his next conquest to even pay half a mind to what’s going on with me or my ’schedule’. Never mind…” He sighed, getting up from the window seat he’d been staring out of and making his way out of his room.

“Have Taehyung meet me at dinner. I’ve got something to discuss with him.”

***

The day continued on, lesson after grueling lesson eating away at what little patience the prince had left.

He collapsed into his chair at dinner, too exhausted mentally and physically to pay any mind to the meal scattered out before him.

“Sire, Lord Taehyung has arrived.”

Jungkook glanced up, a tired smile being all he could come up with for his friend.

“You look like a dog dug you up in the yard and used you as a chew toy then reburied you and shit on the pile of dirt.” The young man commented as he took his place beside the monarch in training.

“You know I could have your head for that.” Jungkook grumped as he tossed a pea from his plate in the young Lord’s direction.

“Ah, you could. But they’d have to catch me first.” His statement was emphasized by the pea he’d caught between two fingers.

He was nothing if not quick. He’d worked long ago as an assassin but now sat as Jungkook’s right hand man as well as his best friend.

Jungkook smiled, probably the first pleasant expression he’d worn in quite some time.

“So my great and glorious super Prince, future king of all that is boiling and frozen, to what do I owe this most prestigious of honors of being called upon and humble myself in your magnanimous presence?”

Jungkook just about choked on his water, laughing and coughing at the ridiculousness that was Taehyung’s words.

“By the flame you’ve been hanging out with Lord Seokjin again haven’t you?” He snorted, dabbing a napkin at his nose to clear out the water that’d streamed out while he was laughing.

“I mean, the man has great taste in puns. As a Master of many things it behooves me to learn the delicate art of insulting royalty at every turn without actually offending them.” Taehyung shrugged, spearing a chunk of glazed carrot and waving it through the air as he spoke.

“Well, I called you here for a favor actually.” The prince leaned forward, eyes taking in the unaffected assassin who’d busied himself munching on the food that Jungkook was decidedly ignoring.

“Is that so? Whelped a brat that needs hiding?”

Jungkook sputtered, cheeks a bright crimson as his eyes darted around the empty dining room.

“Taehyung!!”

“That’s a no. Only virgin cheeks brush that brightly at a subject like that.”

“I’ll have you know!!!”

“Hush now, poppa’s thinking.” Taehyung smirked at the flustered royal. “If it’s not that..hmm…” He tapped his chin, pretending to think long and hard while Jungkook tried to gather his bearings.

“You’ve insulted a young maiden and her father’s come a calling wanting reparations and you need the family off’d?”

“For the love of...Taehyung please!?” Jungkook collapsed forward, head buried in his arms as he screamed silently into the table cloth. “You’re never allowed near Seokjin again I swear.”

Taehyung snorted, eyes dancing with glee at having gotten under his friend’s skin.

“So, you’re tired of the court and want to escape is it? Get away from the ball daddy King face arranged so you don’t have to marry some country bumpkin ice queen?”

“I!! Wait. No you’re right. That’s exactly it.” Jungkook’s head jerked up, his face a picture of surprise and awe at how astute the man before him was. “How did you know?”

“We’ve been friends for going on 12 years now my little dongsaeng. How could I not know that you’ve been pushed to your limit and need to escape?” Taehyung smiled, reaching across the table and patting Jungkook’s elbow.

“Don’t worry. Hyung will get you out of this castle. I’ll meet you on your balcony at midnight. Pack light and wear that disguise you’re hiding in that secret compartment at the back of your closet.” Taehyung rose, grabbing one last chicken leg as he began to make his way out of the room.

“How did you…” Before he could finish his sentence though the assassin was already gone, having disappeared into the shadowy hall with one last flirtatious wink thrown over his shoulder.

***

The escape from the castle was simple thanks to Taehyung. A cloak and some heavy clothing were enough to disguise the wings that marked the young Prince as the royal that he was.

The two friends departed with reassurances from Taehyung that he’d lead the guards on a few wild goose chases just long enough for the ball to have come and gone. Jungkook counted his lucky stars in thanks for the effectiveness he’d come to rely on in his friend for so many years.

He took flight, the snowflake and flame veins that marked his wings becoming a blur as he darted through the snow covered canopy of the woods that marked the southern boundary of the Winter kingdom’s capital city.

It didn’t matter where he ended up, he just flew, darting here and there through the trees with a freedom and joy he hadn’t enjoyed in flame only knows how long. He allowed his mind to wander, thoughts a chaotic jumble of hopes and dreams he only allowed himself to think of when he was alone in his rooms at night.

Something gave him pause as he flew. He’d been going for quite some time, but a strange light had flashed at him out of the corner of his eye. A blue glittering affair that’d appeared between the trees despite the woods being pitch dark and most of his vision having been obscured by the blur of fluttering snowflakes.

He pulled up quick, wings only barely straining to keep him from slamming into the trunk of a massive tree that’d been in his way. He twisted in the air, eyes seeking the glow and spotting it as the reflection of a strange light glittering off of the surface of a massive frozen lake.

He moved towards it, allowing his curiosity to guide him on. Stopping short at the edge of the lake he hovered, shielding him from view of the woman dancing on the glowing ice.

It was the strangest thing he’d seen, the way the light shone on her twirling frame as she danced through the snow. It was almost as if the entirety of existence had paused for this one moment. Icicles on the tree branches around him chimed their tune, a melody gifted to his ears from the whispering wind to lend a soft winter’s melody to the racing of his aching heart. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, the whirling ice Princess giggling in the snow.

His wings fluttered, prisms of warm light glancing off her form and highlighting the broken and burned stubs of her wings. He knew the look of those wounds and it hurt to think that at some point the war that had torn their nations apart could have taken the joy of flight from such a beautiful fairy. Without thinking he allowed himself to be lifted through the air, his body reacting first to the pull of the sight of her and second to the musicality of her voice as she sang to the winter’s breeze.

The effort of drifting against the freezing weather proved to be too much for the flame that flickered in his core though. His wings faltered, frost having formed along their tips and weighing them down. The ice of the frozen lake rushed towards him and he couldn’t help the cry of fear that broke free of his chest as he crashed through the thick ice. The last he saw of the enchanting maiden was her panicked gaze, eyes wide at the intrusion and lips parted in a frantic yell as his head sunk beneath the surface.

***

A warmth brushed against his skin and he shivered, subconsciously shimmying his body closer to it. His eyelids felt weighed down by the cold, unable to open as he groaned in protest of the aching cold that stiffened his joints and limbs.

“Hush now, the fire will warm you. Just rest and let the heat do its job.”

The soft melody of the femanine voice eased his mind and he buried himself deeper beneath the heavy furs that surrounded his body.

The woman meanwhile continued to stoke the fire, having long since dried herself after diving in to save the hulking form of the foolish fire fairy that’d allowed himself to be pulled into the lake.

She turned her head, shyly eyeing his form as he breathed softly beneath the furs. She couldn’t help but allow herself to admire his soft sleeping face. Watched as his long eyelashes brushed his cheeks and admired the chiseled shape of his jaw.

She was sure that if he were awake his smile would be soft but wide, imagining teeth nibbling at his lower lip as he chuckled at some joke while doe like eyes glittered with his mirth.

Shaking her head she slapped her cheeks. What was wrong with her!? No matter how handsome he might seem this man was an enemy to her people! She scoffed at her own foolishness, though the sound was caught short as she began to question herself.

If he was an enemy why had she risked her life to save him? She’d known instantly from the way the frost had clung to his wings from the brief glimpse she’d caught of him before he’d been pulled beneath the surface of the waves exactly what he was. And yet when she’d seen those soft...brown...panicked eyes sink within the icy grip of the lake something had screamed from within her to save him. It had been pure instinct at the time.

And now as she sat by the fire, admiring the flames as they danced across their wooden fuel she allowed herself to turn her attention back to the strange ache that twisted at her shoulder blades. It’d crept up her spine as she’d been dancing earlier. As the moon’s rays had shone upon her and just before she’d spotted the crashing flame fairy.

She stretched her arms above her head, willing the dull pain to go away. And though her muscles relaxed and her mind stilled the ache remained, just at the base of her wings and tingling up nerves that she’d assumed long dead and gone. It had to have been the heat of the fire.

And so, after tossing a few more logs upon the flame and checking that her rescue was well and truly asleep and tucked in she walked back out into the cold. Her hopes were that the freezing snow would numb the nerves that seemed to want to awaken. As much as she missed flying through blizzards and dancing through the air with the winter cardinals she didn’t much mind having lost them. It was preferred honestly, as those things she missed always reminded her of the one who’d taught her those joys and she just couldn’t bear the thought of being reminded of her beloved and dearly departed mother.

After an hour or so of allowing herself to wander the secluded forest she made her way back to her cave, wings sufficiently numbed and mind at ease. Though the peaceful mindset was instantly chased away when she came back to see the young man she’d rescued moaning and tossing beneath the furs.

Dashing over she dropped to her knees, fingers frantic as she chased his forehead and placed her icy palm against his burning cheeks. Hissing she jerked her hand back. It was known the flame lords ran much hotter than those of her kind, but this amount of heat was worrying. Rising quickly she raced to her pack, pulling out herbs and medicines, sorting through them and selecting a few she knew to be safe for him.

Back to the fire she went, grabbing her tea kettle and filling it with snow from the entrance to melt above the flames. As the kettle began to boil she tossed in the herbs, eyes anxiously darting back and forth to the trembling form that groaned feverishly for his father .

“Hush now dear, I’ll help I promise.” She mumbled, more to comfort herself as she waited for the medicine to brew.

Once it was ready she ladled it into a cup, blowing desperately on it to cool it as she knelt once more by his side. Pushing away a portion of the skins she lifted his head into her lap, brushing at the black hairs that clung to his forehead from the sweat as she cooed softly to him.

“Here now dear one, open your eyes, I need you to take this.”

He was much too weak to reply to her, muttering in his feverish sleep about poisons and dungeons.

“It’s not poison. It’s holy basil and chamomile. Now drink. It’ll take the fever away.” Her whispered words seemed to calm him. Bringing the cup to his lips she smiled softly as he drank eagerly from the medicine. Eventually he turned his head away, breathing heavily and moaning to himself. The deep husk of his voice twisted her insides, causing a blush to rush to her cheeks as the silken strands of his hair brushed down over his eyes.

She hadn’t noticed that the sides of his head were shaved, something those in the military and the aristocrats of the fire nation tended to do when important events came up.

He must have been intending on going to that fool prince’s ball. She hummed to herself, finding it hard to allow the bitterness that would normally form at the sight of him to rise up within her. He just seemed far too innocent while he slept in her lap.

Shaking away the butterflies that tried to rise in her stomach she laid him back down on the makeshift pillow she’d made of a rolled up deerskin and tucked the pile of heavier skins back around him. It would take a dose or two more of the medicine to break the fever but she was determined now. He just had to live or the emotions that rose within her would never let her live her own life in peace again.

*** It was unfathomable how two days of caring for someone in such a state could raise such an attachment in her. She’d wiped his brow so many times she’d become familiar with every scar and divot on his face, making up stories for each as to how he could have gotten them.

On the third day he finally awoke, still groggy from the medicated tea but coherent enough to begin eating the gruel she’d made for him.

“Eat slowly now. There’s no point in rushing if you’re just going to throw it all up later.” She whispered to him, knowing that if she spoke any louder the echoes of the cave would only give him a headache.

“Why are you caring for me like this?” he asked, glancing up at her through his eyelashes as he spooned another bite into his mouth.

“I...well.” She paused for a moment, fingers picking at the frayed wood of the stick she’d been using to stoke the fire.

“My mother always taught me that kindness is more important than any grudge we could hold.” Looking up she gave him a soft smile, though a bit of her pain showed through at the mention of the dearly departed Queen.

“She must have been a great lady.” Placing the bowl and spoon at his side he leaned back against the roughened cave walls, finally allowing his gaze to take in the woman that had saved his life.

She was just as beautiful as his glimpsed image of her had led him to believe, though his heart sank one more when he spotted the burnt nubs that were her wings. He thought for a moment to question her on it, but common sense stopped him halfway to opening his mouth. There was no way that wasn’t a touchy subject, so he left well enough alone.

Instead he allowed his gaze to wander the cave, taking in the rough hewn walls and the way she’d seemed to have made the place her own. Herbs hung from the walls on pegs, bundles of various types each used to treat various injuries and ailments. Though by the way they were hung he suspected they’d been put there more as decoration than anything else. The fire lit the area up nicely, allowing him to see much further into the cave than he’d expected.

Looking closely he noticed that a lot of the formations he thought to be ice drippings were actually some type of crystal. Though he didn’t recognize them he realized pretty quickly that they were absorbing the light from the fire and projecting that light almost like a torch.

“So...is this your home or…”

“Oh goodness no. I reside in town, I’m just here to get away.” She shook her head, giving off a soft giggle that had his heart soaring.

“I can understand that sentiment. Things were rapidly becoming stifling out there. One could hardly blame a lovely young fae such as yourself for wanting to get away.” He chuckled, his grin widening as she blushed at his compliment.

“Is...is that why you were out in the storm? To get away?”

He nodded as he tucked his hands beneath the fur skins. “Duty to your people can only push you so far before it starts to take over who you are. I wasn’t about to let my father dictate who I was going to become any longer. He’s made enough rash decisions to ruin an entire kingdom, I won’t have myself become a part of that any longer.”

The young man’s words rolled over in her mind, bouncing off the image before her along with the events that had brought her to this very cave.

It wasn’t too hard to put together that he was the young prince and a moment of anger had her clutching the stick in her hand and very seriously considering killing him right then and there.

His father was the reason her parents were dead and her kingdom had burned after all. There was no one here to witness it if she did. And yet a small voice in the recesses of her mind held her back and stayed her hand.

She thought over his words once more, realizing he’d wanted the war no more than she had. What his father had chosen and done should not have been laid on his shoulder.

Placing the stick beside her she began speaking to him. Asking him questions about his childhood and giving her own answers when he asked in turn. They spent the night like this, conversing on any subject that came to mind while avoiding their own identities as much as possible.

The sun outside began to rise and still they spoke, bonding over shared misfortunes and shared goals and dreams when it came to their respective kingdoms.

Unbeknownst to them their mutual feelings for each other began to grow. When she led him out into the light on unsteady feet and he slipped but a little, only for her to catch him, an exchange of touches, barely brief though it may have been, ignited a flame within them both.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and breathing in the frozen scent of her, a crisp smell like the first cold snap of winter.

“You are...ethereal...did you know that?” He whispered, his lips a hair’s breadth away from her own.

She hummed, mind a haze as her eyelashes fluttered close.”You smell of ash and coal...like roasting over an open fire on a warm summer’s day.”

“Oh?” He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill of excitement through her. “And is that so bad little snowflake?”

“No...I don’t think it is…”

***

The day finally came when the young Prince found himself strong enough to walk on his own. His fever had long since gone and the color was finally beginning to come back to his cheeks.

“You know...we could always just stay here.”

She glanced up at his words, pausing in stirring the stew she’d been cooking over the fire. “What do you mean?”

“Neither of us wants to go back. And well...I rather prefer things out here compared to the hustle and bustle of my normal life.” He picked at a loose bit of string on his clothes, refusing to meet her gaze as he let her mull over his proposal.

“I...hmm.” Sitting back on her heels she stared into the fire. It was tempting, the idea of leaving the stress of her life behind. Having to pretend she wasn’t who her people needed her to be.

“They’ve been too long without a leader.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry?”

Their gazes met, each burning with their own inner fire.

“My people. I may be broken, but they need me. Just as yours need you. One day we’ll have to lead and running away isn’t going to make any of what happened okay.”

Simple words though they may have been they struck a cord in him. More so than anything the multitude of scholars and aids and so called guides could have done. He nodded, determination filling him.

“I may not be able to change much, but one day I will lead, and things will have to change. My father is getting old, as are his war mongering generals…” His words stuttered to a stop, a blush coloring his features as he realized his misstep. “I uh...I mean…”

She couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Don’t worry little Prince. I am well aware of who you are.”

“But..how..”

“Your words may seem subtle or simple but your demeanor can’t be hidden.” She rose, abandoning the spoon she’d been using in the pot.

“And now, I am Y/n the last of the winter fairy monarchs, Princess of Winter and future Queen of my people. It’s an honor to meet you Sire.” With that she bowed, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Wait you’re what?? Who?? But how, we were told you and your family…”

“Burned?” Straightening she turned slightly, her wings on display. “My father died fighting yours. And my mother died protecting me. No I did not come out of that battle unscarred.”

“But...why…”

“Why am I telling you?” She tilted her head at him as she returned to stirring the meal.

“I saved your life and nursed you back to health, your people call this a life debt, no?”

He nodded, suddenly realizing just how much he owed her.

“Well, consider this calling in that life debt. A pact between friends you could say. Keep my identity a secret, and on the day you ascend the crown you will find yourself an ally in me.” She smiled, passing him a bowl of the stew.

“That…that’s putting a lot in a man you’ve barely known a fortnight.” He accepted the bowl graciously, barely suppressing a moan at the flavors that danced across his tongue.

“That may be. But life debts are held over everything in your culture. I can trust that above anything else you could give me.”

He huffed, running his fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his head. She’d noticed it was something he did when he was thinking hard on something and had come to find it endearing.

“I mean, I’d have kept your secret even without the pact but...if you insist on calling that as your favor I supposed I truly have no choice.”

The giggle that spilled forth from her made his heart clench and he couldn’t help but grin at her in return, his cheek dimpling and his nose crinkling like a snow bunny.

“It’s settled then.” She announced, standing and taking his now empty food bowl to be washed out.

“Oh? What’s settled?” He stood as well, pulling the empty stew pot from the fire to cool.

“I’ll be taking you back to town come morning and...oh…” She stumbled, her legs suddenly buckling beneath her.

If it hadn’t been for the flame fairy’s quick reflexes she’d have surely injured herself. But his strong arms wrapped around her,pulling her close and checking her over to make sure she was okay.

“By the flame, you’re going to get yourself hurt doing all that!” He frowned, fingertips running along the ridges of her shoulder blades as he watched her blink blurrily up at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked his frown deepening as she leaned into his touch, lashes brushing her cheeks as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Y/n?” Panic surged through him as he lifted her limp form into his arms.

Where normally her skin was as cold as a winter’s stream it now burned almost as hot as he was and that set him on edge more so than anything ever had in his life. His heart raced as he trudged through the cave and out into the cold morning snow of the forest.

He thanked his flame for the sense of direction Taehyung had instilled in him so many times over the years as his body instinctively turned in the direction of the winter city they’d come from. His wings gave an experimental flutter, barely lifting him off the ground and for the first time since his fall he actually cursed at himself for his midwinter plunge into the icy lake. Walking was his only option.

He continued on through the forest, moving here and there through the trees in as direct a path as he could manage, all the while whispering soft sweet words of comfort to her when she would toss about in her feverish state.

The only time she paused and relaxed was when the sun would shine through the tree, though Jungkook paid no mind to this, only grateful that she allowed him the reprieve to march on with little struggle.

“N...Namjoon.” She whispered, and for a moment his heart sank. Who was this Namjoon she spoke of? Some lover she never mentioned in all the time they’d spent together.

“Scholar...physician…”

A spark of understanding coursed through him and his steps quickened with a renewed vigor as he came to the edge of the city. A few curt words and ignored glances and he’d arrived at the physician’s clinic, panting from the exertion and praying to every deity he could name that the one she’d spoken of was home.

“Sir! Good Physician! I have need of your aid!” Jungkook announced, using his elbow to force the large wooden door open.

The sound of crashing and halfhearted curses came from some dark corner of the clinic and a tall winter fairy emerged, glasses barely hanging off the tip of his nose as he squinted across the room at the Prince.

“What can I do for you today?” He asked, voice gruff from sleep as he moved closer to Jungkook.

“W...y/n?? Wait, how did she?”

“You know her then? We were out by the lake when she suddenly took ill. I don’t know..what or how but she’d burning up!”

“Bring her to the table!” The physician rushed off, motioning to a large wooden table towards the center of the room.

Jungkook complied, ever so delicately placing her down and stepping back to allow the man to work.

As he began examining her he threw a slew of endless questions at the shaken prince who himself was near to collapsing from exhaustion.

“I...I don’t know. She was eating just fine, talking and laughing and it seemed like she was okay. But suddenly...she just collapsed. I just…” His fingers nervously tapped a rhythm on his thighs as his eyes darted around the clinic, searching or hoping for something to look at to ground his mind in the moment.

“Mmm..I’m sure it’s just a cold, or some sort of illness. Though...she’s never been sick a day in her life..” The bespectacled man mumbled to himself as he pressed his fingers against her wrist, checking her pulse and sighing to himself as he stepped away.

“There are a few things I can try just to ease the fever and whatever pain she may be feeling but this is going to take some time…”

“I...I’ll stay with her! I can’t just leave her like this!”

“Your highness...You really should be getting back to the palace.”

“How…” Jungkook’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out as he stared in fear at the man before him.

“You carry yourself too well to just be some fire nation soldier off the street. And besides, I was there during your coronation. You held yourself well considering the obvious hangover you were sporting.”

A brilliant blush rose on the Prince’s cheeks as he attempted to sputter out a response. The physician chuckled, patting him amiably on the shoulder.

“Worry not, I’ll do everything I can to ease her pain. I’ll send word to the palace once I know anything. Be off M’lord, you’ve duties to attend to.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the lingering longing look he gave her, a sigh escaping his lips as he resigned himself to the waiting game.

Namjoon frowned as the prince finally left. It’d taken a considerable amount of bribing and fussing to get him to finally walk away but the fact that the young man lingered so long worried him.

“What did you get yourself into this time…”

***

Panic filled the small room of the physician’s clinic.

He’d spent the last few hours trying every remedy and potion he could find and still her condition deteriorated.

A scream of frustration built in his chest, only barely suppressed by the need to care for her. He sat at his desk, pouring over tomes of old and tossing each aggressively across the room when they proved to be of no use to him.

“Fate’s sake!” He growled, standing from his desk and shoving the chair out behind them.

She’d begun whimpering in her feverish state, every now and again whispering desperate pleas for help and wrenching the knife deeper in his chest. He felt useless, dropping to his knees on the floor beside her and clutching at her hand.

“Tell me, please? How can I help you? What is it that you need?” He whimpered, tears filling his eyes. “How do I save you?”

“M...mommy….tell me a story…”

The words didn’t register at first. Another sentence to him in a long line of whispered desperation.

But a brief flash of recognition hit. “Merialiies…”

He bolted upright, eyes wide and wild with inspiration.

“There’s no way!”

Racing back to his desk he shoved the books and papers out of his way, searching for the small book of tales he’d picked up at the shops a few weeks back.

A shout of triumph burst forth as he held it aloft, eyes glistening with hope as he flipped the pages to one particular story.

“The Heart’s Twin Flames.” He turned to y/n, watching her shift on the table as if trying desperately to escape some pain in her back. “There’s just no way…”

Making his way back he ever so gently turned her to her side, eyes widening at the inflamed skin spreading out across her back from the base of her wings.

“Could it be?” Dropping everything he lifted her into his arms, cringing at the sounds of pain coming from his precious cargo.

“Just hold on, I’ll take you to him. If I’m right...you may just get your wings back.”

He hurried from the clinic, not even paying mind that he’d left the front door open to swing in the wind.

“Move! Please get out of my way. This is an emergency!” He shouted, shoving his way through the crowd of villagers lining the walkways as he raced towards the castle.

The front gates loomed before him, almost imposing if it weren’t for the sheer amount of panic flowing through him.

“Halt! State your business.” A soldier stepped before him, massive sword held at his throat .

Namjoon showed no fear, spine straight and shoulders squared as he stood his ground against the intimidating soldier.

“I’ve come at the request of his Highness Prince Jungkook of the Fire Fae kingdom. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with him immediately.”

The soldier continued to glare as a second stepped forward and the show of force began to deflate him.

“You don’t understand! I need to see him! It’s his twin flame! He found her and now without him she will die!”

“A likely story! Today is the day of his ball and you expect me to believe that suddenly a woman is his twin flame and without him she will die?” The guards chuckled together, heads thrown back with laughter as they continued to mock him.

“Sir, please! I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to! She’s dying. There must be something we can do?!”

The guard shook his head, a steely gaze pinning the poor man in place. It was obvious he wasn’t moved by their story.

“No matter the reason these gates were ordered to remain closed. Should you have proper documents the case would be different but there is nothing I can do for you. Find her a doctor, or some sort of specialist. But find them somewhere else.”

“Have you no heart man!? We’ve seen the doctor, hell I AM the doctor! There’s nothing more to do for her but get the Prince’s help! Please you must understand?? Surely you’ve heard the legends, are they not told to your children? They are fated to be! The proof is right here!” Namjoon was practically purple in the face by this point, spittle flying as he screamed in the face of the guard who’s grip was forever tightening on his spear.

Unbeknownst to the arguing pair and barely conscious woman the fae in question had heard everything.

“Sir?” One of the many aids that had been walking with the future ruler gave him a questioning stare, wondering what their next action would be.

“There’s no harm in finding out Jimin. I’m more than suited to handle things should there be any threat.” Prince Jungkook smiled, a rare sight on the man as he handed over the documents they’d been going over as they walked from the main castle to the stables.

“Alright. I’ll take these back to the stable master in your stead. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

The prince grinned, bumping his aid in the shoulder with his elbow. “Now when have I ever done anything stupid?”

“Need I remind you of the state you were in last night?”

“Can’t hear you! Walking away now!” Prince Jungkook tossed over his shoulder as he made his way to the woven metal grating that served as the castle’s front gate.

For a moment he hung back in the shadows, eyeing the tall bespectacled man who seemed to have an almost vice like death grip on the tiny quivering bundle of rags in his arms.

The snow that had been falling began to ease up, revealing a small crowd that had gathered behind them all. As the guard and nameless man argued the townsfolk began to chime in, screaming curses at him and bickering with every word he spoke.

The Prince’s temper only flared when the first stone was thrown, something seemingly so small that it would have been noticeable if it weren’t for the fact that it’d hit the bundle’s back, causing a small squeak of pain to echo through the gateway. He knew that squeak.

“What’s going on here?” He puffed his chest out, spine straight and eyes fierce as he allowed the flames of rage to flow through him. Striding forward with all of the ego and confidence that his position afforded he stepped between the man and the crowd. The mere sight of him had those gathered scurrying away, hollered apologies tossed over snow covered shoulders as they dashed off to whatever tasks they’d been attending to before allowing their chicken like rubbernecking to get the better of their attention.

“Y..your Highness. I just...” The man stuttered, shifting the tiny bundle of cloth in his arms as he struggled to push through his own confusion and panic at seeing the regal object of his desperation appearing before him.

“Guard, can you explain to me why it is that you’ve allowed a mob of people to gather at the entrance to my future home?”

“He was...he just wanted…”

“Sire please! It’s y/n, she needs your help!”

“Y/n?” This peaked his interest. “Is she alright? Is...what happened? I only just saw her a few hours ago!”

“Sire, she fell terribly ill and what was left of her wings has begun flaking off. If we don’t act quickly there’s...there’s just no hope of saving her.”

Prince Jungkook glanced around, indecision causing him to hesitate for a moment as he watched his guards scanning the surrounding area.

“Alright, bring her inside, we’ll take her to my physi…”

“Sire please, she doesn’t have time for that!” Namjoon couldn’t help the tone of his voice as he shouted at the intimidating man. “You have to help her now, she’s dying the longer we talk about this!”

He dropped to his knees, unwrapping the blanket from the woman’s trembling form and carefully laying her body on the glistening snow.

Jungkook’s feet crunched through the snow, eyes squinted as he shielded them from the glare of the sun reflecting sharply off the glow surrounding the dying woman’s form. A strange itch began in the center of his shoulder blades, that spot he could never reach where his wings joined with the muscles of his back.

Shrugging off his cloak he knelt beside her, heart racing as the strange feeling in his wings slowly spread to the rest of him. The sun burst through the clouds, shining brightly and warming his exposed skin as his fingers brushed her cheek.

“My liege, all you have to do is allow the sun to shine through your wings and onto her. That alone is enough.” Namjoon whispered as he stepped back from them and allowed them their space.

Jungkook couldn’t help but to hesitate. There were so many things that could go wrong should he allow himself to listen to this strange man. If it were a track of some sort his kingdom would suffer if anything happened to him. But as he watched her pained face scrunch once more and as the sound of her pitiful whimper reached his ears his resolve steeled.

Leaning forward he spread his wings, allowing the light of the sun to cast a prism of reflected light over her body. The air filled with a magic the kingdom hadn’t seen in a very long time. Golden dust motes filled the air, sparkling like fireflies out in the mid-day glow. It attracted those that’d hurried away, gathering them in the square and on the streets.

The soldiers shouted, weapons raised in alarm as they watched their fearless leader begin to rise into the air alongside the small wingless form that he cradled so closely to his chest. But just as suddenly as their alarm and rage and fear rose it began to vanish, replaced instead with a calm joy that thrilled through their veins quicker than an adrenaline fueled march into the battlefield.

The people began to cheer as the two bodies were engulfed in light that shone so bright it began to rival the sun. And all along the young man couldn’t take his eyes off her form.

The woman that’d given him shelter in that freezing midnight cave. Her once frail body began to fill with life, color returning to her cheeks and her weak fingers gaining strength as they clung to his royal clothes. Her eyes fluttered open, a gasp escaping her lips as where once there was only burned stumps, now beautiful crystalline wings sprouted forth from her body, fluttering on the breeze before quickly gaining the strength to allow her to hover on her own.

And his own wings lost their brilliant red glow, cooling and shimmering as he beat them gently to keep him aloft.

The glow surrounding them faded and a hush fell over the crowd at the sight. A tiny waif of a girl engulfed in the strong arms of the royal flame.

“My love.”

“My twin flame.”

“I never got to thank you for saving my life.” His words caused her to blush as she looked at him through her eyelashes.

“I think you just did…”

Their hushed voices whispered words of comfort as their bodies slowly returned to earth. They’d only had eyes for each other, but as their feet returned to the earth that’d born them they turned to the people, each smiling with a joy that the once warring people felt throughout the lands. Warriors dropped their weapons, embracing the people they’d fought with for so very long.

Jungkook turned to the winter maiden, long,calloused fingers engulfing her own as he leaned forward to touch his forehead to hers.

“My love, how could I not have recognized you for what you were?”

“My sweet future king. Fate has a strange way of finding lovers and putting them together when the world needs their love the most.” She smiled, warm tears filling her eyes as her heart filled with a warmth only he could provide.

As one they turned to their people, joined hands raising into the air as Jungkook announced.

“I have found my Twin Flame. May peace rain on our kingdoms with the union of our joined blood! May you all find the joy my heart has been seeking. For from this moment on there will be no war, there will be no fighting. WE ARE ONE!!”

The people cheered, warriors embraced farmers, aristocrats feasted among peasants. Fire embraced ice. And as their lips met in a dewy kiss filled with all of the passion of new love, peace did reign. For they were now one.

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Breakfast in the Bed || Mike Wheeler x Reader

Day 3 of Fictober

Pairings: Mike Wheeler x [gn]Reader, Elmax

Fandom: Stranger Things (2016-)

Requested: Could you write a Mike x Reader fic where Mike and the rest of the party surprise the reader with breakfast in bed on their birthday and the reader accidentally confesses that she likes Mike? Or something like that, idk. Thanks!

A//n: Holy fuck, im so sorry this took a million years, but thank you loads for being so incredibly patient. It gets so hard sometimes, but know that I appreciate your guys' understanding and patience with me and I've always had every intention of getting it done cause I want to keep my promise to you guys 💞 i thought this was a cute request, and for a while I had this idea stuck in my head that made it kinda hard to write but then when I started writing, it took a different direction in a different tone but i think it helped. Its more of a funny chaotic kind of fluff rather than an typical "you like me?" cliche fluff. Either way I hope you like it and thanks again for being so patient and requesting!

Fictober Day 1: "you did this?"

[Not Really] Warnings: fluff, a Zathura reference. Elmax being adorable girlfriends

Key: f/b = favorite breakfast/fav.food

"Are you sure about this, man?"

"Shh!" Mike hisses, trying desperately to keep the tray in his hands balanced. "You'll wake Y/n!"

Lucas looks at his friend completely dumbfounded like the rest of the group, aside from El who clung to Max's arm with a perplexed expression and a party hat on her head.

"Dude," Lucas deadpans. "That's the whole point."

"You know what I mean," Mike huffs.

With some convincing from your head of house and some careful planning the night before, the party now found themselves in your doorway with your favorite breakfast. You were still out cold, head buried in your pillow and your limbs tangled messily in your sheets.

"Are you sure we even should be doing this?" Max asks in a whisper. "You know how Y/n feels about sleeping. And, ya know, I'd want to sleep in on my birthday."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Dustin eases with a smile, and a cheery tune. "It's us! And food. In bed!"

He steps out from behind Mike and enters your bedroom, and everyone watches wearily as he tiptoes to your bedside. You still hadn't moved, aside from the steady rise and fall of your body. Max's words played over in Mike's head and the more it did he couldn't help but realize she was probably right. He tried calling out to Dustin but it was too late. By the time the grinning boy had reached out to touch your shoulder it looked more as if he were poking a sleeping bear.

You groaned but never moved, and Dustin tried again.

"Dustin?" Will whispers uneasily. "Maybe, Max is right. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Y/n~" Dustin sings in a low volume, and he begins shaking you more. "Y/n, wake up~! We've got a surprise for you~!"

You shift in your bed but again, show no signs of consciousness. Dustin looks over his shoulder at his friends, a bright smile overtaking his face.

"Guys, it's fine! Look," He turns back to you, shaking your shoulder again and missing the winces from your friends. "Y/n-"

Dustin stumbles back when your palm meets his face with a rough smack.

"Go away!" You exclaim, eyes screwed shut to block out all the invasive light that stung your vision.

You didn't quite know who all was there, all you did know was that people were in your bedroom and trying to wake you up.

"Why," you seethed, your voice low and gravelly from lack of use. "am I awake at,"

You roll over to look at the flickering red lights of your alarm clock, your eyelids fighting hard to stay open.

"six-thirty in the morning?"

Through your blurry vision you can make out all of the party standing in your room, looks of displacement written all over their faces. It's quiet for a moment as they struggle for words, until El breaks the silence with a party blower.

Max winces from her side, and sends a small smile to the brunette and in a small voice says to her. "Yeah, maybe not now, okay El?"

El winces, taking the party blower out of her hand and gives you a wide toothy smile. You didn't mind so much as you just wanted to give into what your body was telling you do; bury yourself under the covers and slip back into sleep.

You groan again, doing just that. You let your body fall back into the small nest you had unintentionally made for yourself but you knew the comfort was going to be short lived. And it was.

"Come on, Y/n," Lucas said, stepping into your bedroom, gesturing past Dustin who was still rubbing his nose, and over to Mike who timidly held the tray of f/b. "We made you breakfast."

They were met with silence. And no, they were not being ignored but you in fact were drifting back off.

"You can eat it in bed," Lucas added with a hopeful grin.

Your head picked up when you registered what your friend said. Your eyelids still felt they were made of magnets wanting to snap together but it was a little easier to fight it.

You were kinda hungry... And you wanted to spend today with your friends anyway.

You plastered on a sleepy smile, and turned to look at your friends through your half-lidded eyes as if you hadn't just scolded them.

"For me?" You asked in an exaggerated, sickly sweet voice that asked them to move on from it.

They all laughed nervously - again, apart from El who just seemed happy you were happy now.

"Yup," Lucas said. "We thought you deserved something special for your birthday, so we all decided to surprise you."

His voice was a bit uneasy, but your brain was still too foggy to comprehend it. So you just pulled yourself up into a sitting position against your pillows, readjusting your sleepshirt and pajama bottoms since they had shifted an uncomfortable amount throughout the night.

You smiled up at them all, feeling kinda guilty.

"Thank you guys," you said, with a genuine smile. "This is actually really nice. Here, you can come in,"

Mike seemed the most relieved out of all of them, and anxiously he stepped forward and headed for your bedside with the tray table full of food and drink. Max and El walked hand in hand to stand at the end of you bed, Max taking a seat on the end of the mattress to face you while El began playing with ends of her hair. Lucas and Dustin were further along the side of the bed to make room for Mike who carried the tray.

You bit the inside of you cheek a little, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as you yawned.

"Sorry I hit you, Dustin," you say meekly, beginning to feel a bit silly about the whole thing.

He shrugs it off with a smile. "Eh, no worries. We'll be laughing about it later. Right, guys?"

He pat Mike's back in a playful - and forceful - manner, unintentionally throwing the balance off the tray. Not a single item stayed on the wooden tray, but was now splayed out all over your sheets and soaking through your shirt and pajama bottoms. You jumped back at the unwelcomed and highly uncomfortable sensation, gaping down at the mess you were now buried in. Slowly you look up to meet eyes with the party, particularly Dustin and Mike.

They looked as if they had crapped their pants.

Dustin's jaw hangs open for a moment, his entire body completely frozen. His right hand is wrenched up to point at Mike, who stares at the tray with glazed eyes, and his face completely crimson.

"It was all his idea!" Dustin squeaks.

Your fiery gaze meets Mike's terrified one, and his mouth parts as he begins sputtering. He was trying to summon an apology, or even an "it was an accident" but all he managed was a nervous, uncomfortable smile.

Your heart would have fluttered at his state had it not been for the meal that had just been dumped on you. You yank the sheets off of you, drops of what hadn't yet soaked completely in flew through the air and hit some of your friends and Mike backs away. He drops the tray from his hands when you climb out of bed with a look that could kill, wet chunks of food falling off of you and landing on the floor with slap.

"You did this?"

Sure, your best friend and long time crush had looped all your friends into coming over and surprising you for your birthday. But he also was the reason you not only lost a long morning of sleeping in, but were now wearing your breakfast and didn't have a warm bed to go back into when they left.

You're eyes narrowed at him. "You did this."

"I'm sorry!" He shouts, running out into the hallway.

"YOU'RE LUCKY I LIKE YOU WHEELER, OR YOU'D BE DEAD! NOW GET BACK HERE, AND CLEAN THIS UP!" You shout, running out right after him.

The remainder of the party stands awkwardly at your bedside where you left them.

Dustin laughs nervously. "That went well,"

Will gestured over his shoulder towards the hall, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Wait," he laughs. "Did Y/n finally just admit what I think Y/n just admitted?"

Max grimaced as she wiped away the remainder of food that had clung to her face, and flicked it away disgusted that she had been hit.

"Yup," Max says, popping the 'p'. "Didn't think I'd see the day, either."

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Lilies and Lilacs (with a side order of Coal)

Summary:

“You like plants, I like animals. It’s the whole bloody ecosystem here.”

“Damn right.”

Ginny’s unsure whether to buy lilac lilacs or purple lilacs. They look the same to her, but to Harry, she knows it will make a difference. After all, it’s their anniversary.

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‘Now that the season had warmed, growing in the bonniest of purple locks, came dancing lilac.’

Ginny read off the placard for the hundredth time that evening, unsure how lilac could dance, and confused as to why they were being called bonny.

The only thing even remotely making sense to her was the fact that they were purple. Or perhaps, it was lilac, much like its name, exactly like its name, yet, Ginny couldn’t recognize it.

To be fair, and to her credit, the lilies had been easy to find. They were white, and she’d seen them before, too many times to count. White lilies in early summer. That’s what he’d told her once. She’d loved it ever since.

As for her, ‘lilacs growing in early May’, was as good as it got. Ginny liked them the most. But she’d not bothered about the colour. She just liked how they looked.

But now that she was actually at Florean’s, colour seemed to be a defining factor in everything.

Oh, bother.

She’d just have to settle on the lilac lilacs. It all looked the same to her.

“I’ll take these too,” she decided, pointing at a dozen pale purple flowers, and then looking at Mr. Florean. He was a very patient man, something she was hugely glad of, for her zero-to-none knowledge in flowers was nothing to be proud of, especially when she was in love with a botanist.

“Anything else, Miss Weasley?”

“No, that’s it. Just the lilacs and the lilies.”

The man nodded, and Ginny stepped away as he reached over to bunch them together.

“Would you like to keep the leaves on?” he asked, and Ginny nodded promptly, wondering how either way could make a difference.

“The young ones or all of them together?”

Young ones? Young leaves? They were dead either way, how did it make any difference calling them young or old?

“Just, uhh….” she shrugged. “Whatever looks best.”

Mr. Florean nodded, looking less than displeased and Ginny looked away, unsure as to how she could, at least, appear a little less ignorant. True, she had had to study Botany in college, but the dissection of a xylem stem had been far easier than this.

When it looked like he was done, she stepped forward again, placing two ten-pound notes on the counter. Mr. Florean looked at them, then with one hand, he ripped off a piece of sellotape, stuck it over the cellophane, and with the other, kept the two notes in the drawer.

“Is it exactly twenty pounds?”

“Nineteen,” he answered, and handed her a few spare coins.

“Thanks.”

Then he gave her the bouquet, asking whether she’d like a bag or not, but Ginny didn’t spare one extra minute standing. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

The only reason she had been there in the first place was because it was their anniversary, and she had wanted to do something she hadn’t done before. Ginny had never given flowers to Harry before, and though it had seemed a bit too trivial at first, flowers were his forte. He loved them. And even though he didn’t necessarily study them, there always seemed to be a spare rose or a white daffodil in their apartment.

And though she didn’t bother about them much, she always liked it when he came back home with a flower in hand.

She had given him flowers on their first date, their first anniversary, and the first time they’d moved in together, she’d seen a vase of sunflowers in his apartment.

That’s why she liked lilacs. It was the first flower he’d ever given her. And it had been the first flower she had actually taken the time to look at.

They seemed special at the time. They still did.

“Harry,” she called, as she locked the door behind her.. “I’m home.”

Maybe he hadn’t arrived yet.

Ginny slipped out of her heels, setting her bag down on the floor. Bouquet in hand, she proceeded to find a vase in the house, something that wasn’t very hard to do, as she set the flowers on the kitchen table for a while. There was one in the kitchen, a tinted glass piece, and she was satisfied when she stepped back to see her work.

They looked pretty.

And it was the best she could do.

Flowers weren’t her forte. It was his.

Ginny smiled as she heard the door open, hurrying across the floor in her socks. Yellow wool and polka dots. She looked like a bloody bee in them.

That’s why she liked them so much.

“Harry?” she called, and she frowned as he heard a yelp and the door bang close.

“Harry?” Ginny went over to the door, turning the knob to open it, but it was pulled back shut on the opposite end.

“How are you home so early?” She heard his voice and frowned, pulling open the door again. She wasn’t able to.

“Harry,” she chastised. “Open the door.”

“No, hang on a sec.”

She looked at the door in confusion, turning the knob again, but it was again, quickly pulled back.

“What in the world are you doing?”

She heard rummaging on the other side, his footsteps. She tried to turn the knob again, and then stopped as she heard a light patterning of steps. Then she heard a bark, and a shhh, and she stilled, her eyes wide with shock.

This time, when she opened the door, Harry didn’t pull back.

“Oh my god,” she gushed. “Oh my god, bloody freaking hell Harry –“

Harry grinned back, and Ginny couldn’t take her eyes off the small bundle in his arms. He was holding a tiny white Golden Retriever, and while both of them were looking at her, she couldn’t take her damn eyes off the pup.

“He’s adorable!” she whisper-screamed, laughing, and stroking his fur, just on the brink of squealing like a little girl.

Harry laughed, handing her the small pup, and Ginny giggled as she cradled the little bundle. The pups put his tiny little paws just under her face, looking up at her with big black eyes, and Ginny felt like a bloody five-year old, beaming at Harry as the pup snuggled in close to her body.

“My god, Harry, he’s beautiful.”

“I know.”

Ginny smiled up at him as he wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling both her and the pup closer to him. The pup was barking now, licking her elbow as he struggled to get free.

Harry laughed, and Ginny bent down, putting him on the ground.

“What’s his name?” she asked, as he sped off across the living room, sniffing around the sofa, the book-shelf, tentatively stepping on the mattress.

“Figured you should be the one to name him,” Harry shrugged, as if he’d not just given ehr the best gift ever, and Ginny, in a burst of emotions, threw her arms around him, pulling him down in a kiss. He responded just as enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the floor.

They laughed as they broke apart, several sunlit moments later – or it just might have been the sound of frantic yapping that brought them back to their living room. Either way, she smiled at him, and they both bent down together, as the pup ran over to them.

“He looks like a,” Harry hesitated, “an Oscar?”

Ginny clicked her tongue, as she scooped him up in her lap. “How about Snow?”

“That’s too common.”

“Waffles.”

“Sounds like food.”

“It is food.”

“No, it’s breakfast.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Harry laughed, and the pup plopped down on its back as Harry gently stroked his face. After a while, Ginny spoke up again.

“We can’t exactly call him pup now, can we?” she said indignantly. Then, as if she’d just found out something groundbreaking, she hurriedly got up, nearly slipping in her socks.

“Where’re you going?”

“My phone. This, we need Google for.”

“No, don’t go,” Harry protested, pulling her down again. She fell on his lap, and the pup jumped up on, yapping in a most adorable fashion, and they burst out laughing, falling to the ground together, Harry’s arms around her waist.

“You’re an idiot,” she said, kissing his cheek fondly. The pup jumped in between them, and Harry smiled as he licked Ginny’s eyes, her face.

“How about Storm?” he suggested.

“No.” Ginny looked at Harry. “Coal. He looks like a Coal.”

Harry smiled, and lifted the pup onto his stomach. He smiled as the pup barked, and stroked him on the cheek.

“Hey Coal.”

Coal barked back.

…

“You bought flowers?” Harry asked incredulously and Ginny stuck out her tongue at him, preparing the powder Harry had bought for coal. Milk powder, and she’d made it a thousand times before, for every other dog that came into her clinic.

“You never buy flowers.”

“I know it isn’t quite impressive, compared to – “

“They’re beautiful,” Harry interrupted. “They really are.�� He smiled, and she was glad he thought so because really, that’s all she had been going for. “I love them. I love you.”

Ginny smiled, leaning forward as Harry kissed her, cupping her cheek as he lost his hands in her hair. Then, as if she’d just remembered something, she pulled back, pointing at the lilac lilacs, or whatever the hell they were.

“You do not know how long Florean kept me waiting for that. Seven different colours he showed me, and they all looked exactly the same.”

“You did not!” Harry said, in mock horror and Ginny chuckled. “God, Gin, that is inexcusable.”

“What is?”

“You know what! I’ve literally told you, Gin, like a dozen times before.” Harry smirked, before continuing, “all lilacs have a chromium pigment in their petals – “

“Okay, okay,” she raised her hands in mock surrender and Harry shook his head in exasperation, but he was smiling. “Don’t need a botany class here, I already had enough of those.”

She kissed him again, leaning away before he could bring her closer. He raised an eyebrow, shooting her a mirthful glance and Ginny smirked.

“You like plants, I like animals. It’s the whole bloody ecosystem here.”

“Damn right.”

…

“Shh.”

Coal stirred, whining in his sleep as Ginny turned up the volume on her laptop.

After she’d fed the little guy, he’d very promptly decided to sleep on her for the rest of the night. Ginny’d had no objections with that whatsoever, but halfway through the movie, her back had started to hurt. Just a little.

Harry’d stepped in then.

“I think you’re a better bed than me,” she whispered, and he smiled, looking at her as if he knew something she didn’t.

“Naturally,” he shot back, and laughed as Ginny shoved him lightly on his ribs.

She pushed herself up, leaning against Harry, as she watched Coal’s gentle breathing. “What do you want for dinner?” she asked absentmindedly, running a finger along Coal’s soft, white coat.

“You’re cooking?” Harry asked, and Ginny looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“You think? I don’t want our anniversary to end with me poisoning you.”

“I didn’t say that,” he protested weakly. “I just, you just…uh, you make very nice bananas,” he offered, and Ginny shook her head as she paused the movie.

“Where you going?” Harry asked, as Ginny threw the blanket off her legs.

“To make you a banana.”

“Hey, hey.” He smiled, as he pulled her back closer to him. Ginny smiled as he nuzzled his face into her neck, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. Being a vet hadn’t been very forgiving on her back, and long, strenuous hours of surgery where she had no idea whether the animal would recover or not, hadn’t helped. She closed her eyes, sighing in relief, but she knew his eyes hadn’t left her.

“You’re staring.”

“I know.”

“I think,” she snapped open her eyes, and raised her hand, brushing away his hair from his forehead. “We should just order pizza and stay like this all night.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“And binge watch Fast and Furious in one go.”

“Until you fall asleep,” Harry mumbled, and Ginny looked up at him, eyes narrowed.

“Lighten up, will you?” she whispered, and Harry laughed, his green eyes sparkling under his glasses. Somehow, Coal had managed to right himself with one paw over Harry’s glasses, and said Harry hadn’t bothered to remove it. They looked adorable together, and Ginny took in the sight in front of her for a second, before looking around the bed for her phone.

“I’m keeping this for later,” she whispered as she snapped a picture.

Then she kissed him, soft butterfly kisses that slowly deepened as her hands tangled in his hair, his on her waist, keeping them (and Coal) steady together. Ginny gently took off his glasses, keeping them beside her on the bedside table.

“You know why I like flowers so much?” Harry said between kisses and Ginny smiled against his lips, waiting for an answer.

“It’s because they remind me of you,” he finished.

Ginny pulled away, looking into his eyes, green like the southern sea. Brown to green. She cupped his face, brushing his hair away with her thumb and smiled, not quite sure how she’d respond to that. All she was thinking right now, all she could think right now was how much she loved this man. This adorably dorky man, who she loved with all her heart.

So she told him. Exactly what she was feeling.

Even though he knew every time.

“I love you,” she said, as she kissed him.

“I love you,” he replied. “In every way possible.”

They looked at each other, and Ginny smiled, laughed. With him, she felt like she was feeling everything. And it felt so damn good.

She lifted herself up, and as she brought him closer to kiss him again, she laughed as Coal whined in his sleep, his paws scrabbling against Harry’s shirt.

“I think Coal’s jealous.”

Harry laughed, adjusting his small body over his stomach, and looking back at her again, his eyes gleaming with affection.

“I would be too.”

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