#me and one of my siblings were hanging out when our other sibling submitted the character that contained the first thing

[mytheoristavenue]

TMNT 2012 Raphel Hamato x Reader - Give Me a Chance

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Summary: After Raph watches your date with a classmate go south, he makes sure not to waste you getting all dolled up.

Warnings: Inuendo, angst, fluff, lime, possessive!Raph, overprotective!Leo, sheltered!Reader, rebounding, lust, sad/desperate!Reader, perv!Raph

You weren’t capable of letting down your smile. There was just no way, you were too excited. After months of subliminal flirting, bashful compliments, and loaning pencils, the cute guy in your comp sci class had finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier. 

Carefully, you drug the felt tip of your lipgloss wand across your bottom lip, pursing and puckering to spread the shimmer evenly. Glancing down at your phone, you read the time and beamed again. You’d have just enough time to put on some earrings and shoes before having to leave. After doing so, you did a once-over in the mirror, twirling and giggling at the way the hem of your dress flew outwards. Suddenly, as if to rain on your parade, your phone began to buzz, shimmying around in its spot on your bed.

You were expecting to see the name of the gentleman you were meeting tonight, probably calling to cancel your evening plans. The name of your ‘eldest brother’ scrolling sideways across the screen brought you little relief, though. If the boys found out about your date, no doubt they’d try to interfere.

“Hello?” you answered cautiously, pacing through your living room.

“Where are you right now?” Leo’s stern voice rang out through the speaker.

“Home, why?” you asked, secretly impatient as you checked the time. Now you were definitely going to be late. 

“Hang tight, I’m on my way.” The announcement was so sudden that you hardly had time to react but blurted out a flustered opposition.

“N-No, I have a date!” Silence befell his end and you began to wonder if the line had gone dead or he’d maybe lost signal somehow. 

“A date?!” Leo furiously sprang back to life. “With who?!”

“The guy I told you about the other day…?” you murmured, hoping he could recall the conversation well enough for you to avoid elaborating.

“You didn’t tell he’d asked you out!” He pressed further, irritated at your lack of communication. 

“I knew you’d freak out!” you reasoned, a distressed tremble in your voice. “And besides, I didn’t think it was your business!”

“Your safety is our business,” Leo argued, stony as ever. “(Y/N), you know the rules.” The ‘rule’ in question forbade you from doing most things that required you to leave your home unless for school, or to visit the lair; on the few occasions you were allowed to, you were to wear bland clothes. Nothing attention-grabbing like the low cute, crimson red spaghetti strapped cocktail dress you now wore. “There’s no way you can be discrete in that dress, what if someone sees you and follows you home or worse-”

“Please, Leo!” you suddenly interjected. “I rarely ever leave get to do anything and I really like this guy! Please just let me do this one thing!”

The eldest sibling paused for a moment as if taken back, before finally sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you promise to be careful? Call us if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong?”

“I swear, Leo!” You promised, holding your fists tightly to your chest, likely to keep your heart from beating out of it as you waited for his response. 

“Fine,” he reluctantly submitted, shaking his head on the other end. “Have fun and be careful, okay?”

“I will, thank you so much!” You squealed, excitedly stomping in place before abruptly hanging up, presumably to be on your way.

Rolling his eyes and pivoting to return to his training in the dojo, Leo froze when he noticed Raph standing in the doorway to said room, peridot eyes zeroed in on the exit. Before the older knew it, he was being passed by as the other turtle prepared to leave. “Don’t follow her,” Leo warned knowingly, crossing his arms as his younger brother bustled about the room to gather his things. “This is a terrible idea and you know it.”

“Leo’s right, Raph,” Don piped up, exiting the lab and trekking to the kitchen, empty mug in hand. “You know how she gets, there’s no way this is gonna end well for you.” The first pair both glanced up at the new player in the conversation before going back to it. “I’m just sayin’ I speak from personal experience,” the brainiest turtle continued, pouring his umpteenth cup of coffee for the day and stirring additives into it. “Give her some space, man.”

For just a moment, the hotheaded brother halted, taking his family’s advice into account, before ultimately deciding that, he wouldn’t heed it. “Yeah, whatever. You guys don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he grumbled, continuing his descent down the stairs toward the exit of the lair. 

Obviously, the others didn’t know you the way he did, he thought. They didn’t know how clumsy and gullible you could be, how badly you needed his guardianship. That's what he told himself anyway, it would be much too embarrassing for him to admit that the real reason he was following you out on this date was to pretend that the guy you were going out with was him.

—--

You stifled a giggle, kicking your legs beneath the table and clenching the rusty satin of your dress in your fists, all in an attempt to calm yourself before your date arrived. Admittedly, you were a tiny bit disappointed to find that your date was nowhere to be seen, even though you were five minutes late yourself. Nonetheless, you got a table for the two of you, ordered a pair of waters and an appetizer, then waited. The tantalizing smell of garlic bread enticed you as it sat untouched in the middle of the table. You thought it was probably bad etiquette to start eating without your date.

Minutes ticked by as your throat became more and more parched- no doubt a product of your constant nervous swallowing. Surely, it wouldn’t be too rude to sip your drink while you wait. Before you realized it, your glass was nearly empty and a waitress was at your side offering a refill. She glanced down at you with a sympathetic smile that you didn’t quite understand at the time before turning and hurrying away. Another check of the time revealed your gentleman caller to now be nearly fifteen minutes that, though to you it felt more like thirty. Screw this, you were hungry.

One basket of bread and another refill later and you found yourself obsessively checking your phone for any word from him, only to find yourself sorely disappointed every time. You were very rapidly beginning to lose hope, when suddenly, your phone vibrated, dancing about on the table. You hastily checked it to find a text from the man of the hour:

“Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Sick.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them roll off your chin. Even though he’d excused himself as ill, you still felt so…unwanted, so cast aside. Shuddering, you instantly flagged down the waitress, desperately trying to conceal your hurt. You just wanted to pay out and go home.

—--

From a nearby rooftop, Raph watched the entire scene unfold with glossy eyes. It almost reminded him of the pilot to a show you’d made him sit through last summer, only this wasn’t a sitcom. This would likely have a lasting effect on your self-esteem. 

He was a little relieved when you finally stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, frantically wiping tears away with your wrist. You were a bullet train now, racing down the avenue needing to get home as fast as possible. Startled, Raph jumped to his feet, seeing his time to intercept you being diced into seconds. In the blink of an eye, he was on the wet pavement of a sketchy alleyway, stalking behind as your figure darted between cars and tall structures. 

Suddenly, he halted in his pursuit of you- what would you say if you found him following you? There was a good chance you wouldn’t just fall helplessly in his arms like he hoped you would. Was there a way he could surprise you and sweep you off your feet without letting you in on his possessive tendencies?

—--

Wailing, you barged into the lobby of your apartment complex, face hidden in your shoulder as you blew past the doorman, cutting his greetings short. Too embarrassed to sit in anyone’s presence long enough for the elevator to arrive, you burst through the stairwell door, clumsily speeding up them, tripping all the while and crawling back up yourself. After falling up four flights, you finally reached your floor and bolted for the exit, fantasizing about the way your plush bedding would envelop you in security. Still sniveling, but with sanctuary within reach, you shoved your key into the lock and threw the front door open, only to fall forward into the apartment dramatically, catching yourself before gravity could take over.

Exhausted, you haphazardly tossed your belongings onto the floor, shedding layers and accessories as you traversed the space. Heels in the hall, purse on the couch, and earrings on the kitchen island, you finally reached the bedroom in only your red cocktail dress, dainty necklace, and smudged makeup. As your fingers gripped the door handle you stopped, smelling something smokey, possibly with a floral hint. Alert to a possible intruder, you raised your guard and prepared for the worst before gently pushing the door and letting it creak open on its own.

Beyond the door, Raph lounged on your bed, waiting for you to arrive home. Surrounding him were throw blankets and pillows, an open take-out box with a steaming pizza, piled with your favorite toppings, and a rose-scented candle burning on the nightstand. Illuminating it all was your television, set on the menu screen of your favorite childhood film, the remote control resting on his chest. “Welcome home,” he said cooly, voice full of gravel, but a languid smile speaking volumes. You couldn’t hold back the sobs that poured from your throat as you lurched forward, collapsing against him.

Raph went rigid beneath you, having been concealing his anxiety about your reaction for quite a while. As you heaved and wept against him, he eased back into you and slowly wrapped you in his arms, hushing your woes. “Dollface, what’s the matter?” he asked carefully as if he didn’t already know.

“Leo was right,” you shuddered. “I never should have gone out with that stupid prick!”

“A date, so that’s where ya been?” Raph asked lightheartedly, pushing you away by your shoulders so he could see your face. “No wonder you’re all prettied up.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words and blood rushed to your face. “Now tell me who that asshole is and what he did to you.” 

“H-He…” you sniffled, sitting up fully on your knees and in between his. God, you looked so vulnerable in that position, and the way the ruching of your dress pulled your waist in- That wasn’t the point. “He just never showed up…” you muttered weakly. “He didn’t tell me he was sick ‘til way after he was supposed to be there…” You couldn’t keep yourself from crumbling again, falling back into his arms. 

“Shhh…” he cooed, scaly hand caressing your shuddering back. “I got ya, babe, it’s okay.” What seemed to be hours passed with him simply holding you as you cried when you finally spoke again, albeit in a quiet and broken tone. 

“R-Raph, do you think I’m pretty…?” 

“My God, babe, is that even a question?” he suddenly snorted, prompting you to erect yourself to gain distance from him. He could plainly see the hurt in your eyes as you loomed over him, though his eyes were elsewhere- darting all over your body and eating you up. “Like seriously, how honest do you want me to be, 'cause we’ll be here all night.”

“I don’t want you to lie…” you answered, anxiety bubbling up in your blood. 

“I mean where do I start?” he laughed, hands ghosting over your hips, but never actually making contact. “You got these perfect hips and that pretty face, tight ass,” he smirked as you flustered more and more above him, eyelids becoming heavy with want. “You’re a total fox baby.” he dazzled, finally laying his hands on you. “I always wanted to make you feel pretty, just give me a chance baby and I swear, you won’t ever doubt yourself again.” You felt dizzy under all his attention. You’d always had a feeling Raph had a crush on you, but you never would have thought him so passionate. Gradually and instinctually, you leaned closer to him, hazily sealing your lips against his, humming lightly. Kissing him felt so natural, and so necessary, neediness taking you whole.

“(Y/N), I love you,” he confessed, eyes trained on your lips as he parted from you. You weren’t entirely sure whether or not to believe him, as everything around you moved so fast but you felt so special… “So whadaya say, dollface? We got food, your favorite movie, and all night…” he persuaded you, pulling you closer into his lap. “I can help ya get changed into something a little more comfy if ya want...”

Finally, your painted lips curled into a beaming grin and tears pricked your eyes once more, this time for overwhelming joy. “Okay, let’s do it.”

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[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 2

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Summary: You go to your first biker meet with Aly and Cregan. After witnessing a bit of that classic Targ family tension, an opportunity arises. One that may require you to spend more time with your least favorite Targaryen.

Fic Contains: swearing, family tension, Aemond being a prick (again), sexual tension if you squint

Word Count: 2034

The sun has just set over the gathering in the heart of King’s Landing’s steel district. The air is alive with the sound of purring engines, shouts, and rock music playing. You look around, trying to take everything in at once.

You and Ally likely would’ve been swallowed by the crowd had it not been for Cregan serving as your personal buffer. With his height, he easily cut a path through the crowd for the two of you. One of his hands reaches behind him to hold Aly’s. Her other arm is linked in yours.

“Isn’t this fun?” Aly shouts.

“Yeah, I wish I’d gone to one of these sooner,” you respond just as loud.

“Really? Even the countless times I asked you to come with me?” Aly shoots back playfully.

“I was busy!” you argue.

“Excuses, excuses,” Aly retorts. “You were scaared.” She drags the last word out mockingly.

You elbow her playfully. She laughs and elbows you back.

“Well, at least you’re here now. Right, babe?” She directs the question to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, sure!” Cregan shouts over his shoulder. You’re pretty sure he wasn’t paying attention to your conversation at all.

Suddenly, Cregan raises his free hand and starts waving madly.

“Jace! Jace!” He shouts. He picks up his pace, dragging you and Aly with him.

You come to a less crowded area with picnic benches scattered about. Cregan makes a beeline towards one, letting go of Aly’s hand to engulf another guy in a bear hug. Cregan breaks the hug, ruffling his friend’s curly brown hair. You presume this is “Jace.”

“Aly! How’ve you been,” Jace asks, embracing her.

“I was doing great til I saw your ugly mug,” Aly teases, copying Cregan and ruffling his hair. Jace waves her off, laughing. Then he notices you.

“Hi! I’m Jace! Nice to meet you,” Jace says happily.

“My boyfriend’s boyfriend,” Aly explains over Jace’s shoulder. Jace turns to retort, but Aly takes refuge behind a laughing Cregan. Jace turns back to you, shaking his head.

“Come on. I saved us a table,” he said with a smile. He leads you all to a table where another boy—his brother Luke—sits. You all fall into easy conversation. You tell Jace and Luke about your new dragon, and they tell you about the new models they’re having a hand in developing.

“I thought only Targaryens were allowed to submit designs,” you say, confused.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? Our mom’s Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Luke explains. Your mouth falls open.

“We take after our dad. Our little brother Joffrey is the same,” Jace adds in. Looking at him, you could see the resemblance to his father, Harwin Strong.

“Oh, wow,” you stammer, unable to find a response. Luckily, you didn’t have to as something catches Luke’s eye.

“Oh no,” he says, shrinking in his seat. You turn to where he’s looking. Walking through the crowd are none other than Aegon and Aemond Targaryen. Both Targaryens have ditched the coveralls you initially met them in. Aegon opted for a navy sweatshirt and jeans, a gold chain hanging around his neck. Aemond was wearing all black, from his leather jacket to his combat boots. His hair was only half pulled up, leaving the rest to hang down his chest.

They were accompanied by two people you immediately recognized as their siblings Daeron and Helaena.

The four siblings spot your group and start to make their way over. Well, three of them do. Aemond immediately turns and stalks off in a different direction. Helaena looks like she’s going to stop him, but Daeron shakes his head at her. You watch as Aemond disappears down an alley. When you turn back, you immediately lock eyes with Aly, who raises a brow and smirks a bit.

You scowl back at her, thinking back to the conversation you two had after getting your bike back.

“You didn’t mention he was hot!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware the hotness of the mechanic was of any relevance!” Aly shot back sarcastically.

“You also didn’t mention he was…”

“Rude?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, Aemond’s always been more on the antisocial side. Apparently the rudeness came in after the accident,” she whispers that last part (even though they were the only two people in the room).

“Accident?”

“Yeah. Something to do with his nephew. Never got the full story. All I know is that it really divided the family and they haven’t been the same since.”

That tension is evident in the strained smiles the remaining Targaryen siblings give your group.

“Hello nephews,” Aegon greets Jace and Luke. “And friends,” he finishes, sending a wink your way.

“Mind if we join you?” Helaena asks softly.

“Of course,” Jace answers, noticeably less tense with his aunt. Aegon and Daeron squeeze in on either side of Jace and Luke while Helaena takes a place on the edge of the bench next to you. You notice she has brightly colored earplugs in.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Helaena,” she says softly. You tell her your name in response.

“The one who put Aemond in his place,” Aegon adds from his seat at the table.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him,” you say

“Don’t be. Aemond’s funny when he’s mad,” Daeron laughs. You furrow your brows.

“We didn’t even interact for that long. I didn’t think I would make much of an impression on him,” you ponder.

“Oh, Arm’s not used to people talking to him at all. People tend to give him a wide berth when they come to the garage,” Aegon explains. “And you not only tried to make conversation but called him out on his bullshit. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Helaena muses. “He’s really nice once you get to know him.

“Everyone is nice to you Hel,” Daeron drawls.

“Still,” Helaena huffs.

The topic is dropped as the table makes meaningless small talk with each other. You tuned most of the conversation out til Aegon clasped his hands together.

“Look, nephews,” Aegon starts, leaning in. “Word on the street is that you know the location of the next Dragon Rally.”

“How do you know we know?” Jace asks.

“Because you don’t shut up about it,” Aly responds, causing Cregan to snort. Jace frowns at her. “Didn’t Grandpa tell any of you about it?” He directs the question to his relatives.

“Of course not,” Daeron scoffs. An awkward silence falls over the table.

“Aaanyways,” Cregan drags out. “You gonna come with us?” He looks at you over his girlfriend’s head. Aly turns to look at you as well.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you reply. The Dragon Rally was a rather secretive event despite its popularity. All you knew was that it involved a grueling ride to whatever location was picked that year and that it was sponsored by the Targaryen family.

“I don’t think I’ll have quite gotten the hang of riding by the time it rolls around,” you continue.

“Oh, Aemond can teach you!” Helaena exclaims. Everyone at the table turns to look at her as if she’s grown a second head.

“What? Vaghar and Meraxes are similar enough models. Plus, it could help patch things up between them.”

“As much as I’d hate to throw you to the wolves, she has a point,” Aegon says. “If anyone’s got the stuff to whip you into shape in a short amount of time, it’s Aemond.”

You look down at the table, thinking on what they said. You’ve spent a long time on the outskirts of this community, wanting to join on the fun but never finding the opportunity—or the courage. You didn’t want to miss out on any more.

“Why doesn’t Aly do it? They’re friends after all,” Jace asks.

“Trust me, Aly couldn’t teach a fish how to swim,” Cregan laughs, earning an elbow in the side from his girlfriend.

“I’m a great teacher,” Aly snaps at Cregan, who laughs and kisses the top of her head.

“Of course you are, love,” he says softly. Daeron pretends to gag, causing Helaena to scold him.

“You know I’d help you,” she says to you. “But my nephew and his gremlin friends are coming into town.” You nod sympathetically. You’ve met Benji Blackwood before. He’s a nice kid, but if he and his friends are in town…Aly’s brother’s gonna need all the help he can get.

“And before you ask, I won’t have the time to lend my expertise. And neither will you,” Cregan explains to Jace.

“Come on, there’s no harm in at least asking,” Aegon teases. You look up at him.

“Alright,” you say simply, rising from the bench.

“Wait, I didn’t mean right now!” Aegon shouts as you walk off in the direction Aemond disappeared in earlier.

Aemond leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?”

Aemond’s eye lands on you. He gives you a once over before removing the cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke.

“Oh. You,” he said flatly.

“Yes. Me,” you parrot back, matching his flat delivery. You swear you see a slight twinkle in his eye.

“I didn’t think events like this were your thing,” you say, folding your arms across your chest.

“They’re not,” Aemond responds curtly. He takes another drag. “My siblings practically kidnapped me. They think I don’t get out enough,” He scoffs.

“Based on the mercifully brief interaction we had, I’d wager they’re right,” you quip.

“Did they send you to drag me out there,” he asks, taking another puff.

“No, actually. I wanted to ask you about something.”

He raises an eyebrow at this. “Did you fuck up your bike already?”

“No,” you huff. “Though if I had, I could probably fix it myself.”

He angles his body towards you, his shoulder braces against the wall. “Could you now?”

You thought he was mocking you, but the look in his eyes…he looks more curious than anything.

“I brought her to you ‘cause I hit a dead end. Thought it would be good to get a second pair of eyes to look her over. Oh!” You mentally kick yourself for your poor word choice. “I didn’t mean—“

“It’s fine. Happens all the time,” Aemond interjects, though you see his jaw clench. “So, what did you want to ask me?”

You took a deep breath. “The Dragon Rally is coming up. I want to go with my friends,” you start.

“That ride is brutal,” he says, frowning. “You’d have to train hard to be ready by the time it rolls around.”

“I know. Which is why I want you to teach me,” you finish, bracing yourself for his response.

He doesn’t say anything, only gapes at you as if you’d spouted the most ludicrous idea in the world. “Why on earth would you want me to teach you?” He asks.

“Your sister suggested it,” you reply shyly. “And Aegon seconded the idea.”

He lowers his gaze with a hmm. You shift from foot to foot, waiting for his response.

“It’s going to be a lot of work. To start from absolutely nothing—“

“We wouldn’t be starting from nothing!” You interrupt.

“Wouldn’t we?” He quips back.

“I know the basics,” you explain.

“The basics,” he scoffed.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you ask incredulously. His lips curl into a smirk as he leans in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

“Riding a dragon,” he purrs, “is anything but basic.”

You weren’t sure if he meant for that to come off as seductive as it did.Gods, why does his voice have to be so sexy?

“So will you do it?” You ask tentatively.

“Hmmm. I’ll think about it,” he responds.

You nod your head. At least it wasn’t an outright no. Not wanting to push your luck, you turn to walk away.

“But if I do say yes, I’ll want something in return,” he calls after you.

You freeze, looking back at him over your shoulder. “And what exactly will that be?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” he replies. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.” You let out a small sigh of relief.

“But you’ll owe me,” he finishes. “And I never forget a debt.”

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[fuckingfinwions]

Maedhros smiled as Maglor slipped into his room. Maglor was far too old to be frightened by thunderstorms, but he still spent more nights cuddled in his big brother's arms than in his own bed. Maedhros enjoyed it as well, knowing that his favorite sibling was happy, some part of his alpha hind-brain relaxed at having his pack close. The two of them spent a lot of their time awake together as well, Maglor composing or researching, while Maedhros penned letters and embroidered, to the point there was now a second desk in Maedhros's study.

So there was no reason for Maglor to look nervous to intrude.

Maedhros held out his hands for a hug and Maglor willingly went, nearly tackling Maedhros to the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Alphas don't cuddle with other alphas, do they?"

"It's not like it's forbidden, it's just that we get territorial. You're still a kid though, I like having you here."

"Not when I mature though."

"It will be awkward, but I'll get past it. We're more than our instincts, we are the Noldor, the wisest and most cunning beings in all Arda."

"Is the thing about not liking someone watching out for you true, or just a stereotype?"

"I don't mind someone watching out for me, but someone overseeing me and directing me itches. It doesn't come up much though."

"It would for me though, if I'm an alpha and keep hanging out in your room."

"I suppose."

"And alphas can't kiss each other. We couldn't even give familial kisses on the cheek, in case we slip."

"We could take turns, with one person holding very still. And one accidental kiss isn't enough to Change someone."

"Still, I don't want to be alpha."

"You have to grow up sometime, and the healer has known you were an alpha since you were a child. You're even called 'Commanding Finwe', I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"I have to grow up sure, but why does that mean I have to be an alpha? The healers are wrong sometimes."

"They get it wrong perhaps one time out of two dozen. You should accept and plan for being an alpha, not hope for a rare chance that you can't do anything about."

"I can do something about it though! I want to be an omega, and I can make it happen."

"No one has a way to let an undeveloped child pick their presentation."

"If the healers had said I was an omega and I wanted alpha, than sure, I'd be out of luck. But there is one very well known way to Change an alpha into an omega." Maglor moved his thigh between Maedhros's, rubbing against Maedhros's cock.

"What - you can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"You're just a kid, way too young to make such a decision. The only people who Change are centuries old and deciding to follow their partner."

"I'm not that young. I've been waking up hard the last three days."

"That's no evidence of maturity, and Mom and Dad will never let you get fucked by a stranger just because you don't want things to get awkward between us."

"Oh, I agree we shouldn't tell Mom and Dad, and I'm not gong to find a stranger."

"Good."

"I want to suck your cock every morning until I go into heat."

"What??"

"You heard me quite clearly."

"I must not have, because it sounded like you wanted to Change by committing incest!"

"Maybe. Or maybe this is just my natural omega instinct to submit to a strong, loving alpha."

"There's nothing natural about his, Maglor. You're confused."

"Am I? Then why are you turned on?"

"It's a purely physical reaction to stimulus."

"The stimulus of having a young omega in your bed."

"No!! Just of having someone touching me there."

"Would it be so bad, really, to touch me? Am I so hideous that it's such an imposition?"

"That's not-"

"Come on, you said for yourself that just one kiss wouldn't hurt."

"A kiss, not a blowjob."

"Still, give me a chance to prove I want this."

"That's not the question!"

"Oh? Then what questions do you have for me, alpha?" Maglor looked up through his eyelashes at Maedhros.

"There's no questions, because there's no argument you can give that would make this a reasonable action."

"Sure there is. I could say that I'd go find someone else to Change me. Ecthelion's just a year older, and handsome enough. I don't think he even knows I'm not an omega yet, he'd have no reason to suspect I'm anything more than an eager slut."

"Don't you dare!" Maedhros held Maglor to him tighter as if Maglor might leave and seduce the other student right now. Maglor wriggled closer so his ass was under Maedhros's right hand.

"No? Why shouldn't I, as it wouldn't be incest?"

"Ecthelion isn't good enough for you."

"Oh, it wouldn't be anything serious, not bonding or even letting him fuck me. Just playing with his cock until I get what I want."

"You are still far too young to Change your body so entirely."

"I told you, I'm not sure I'm an alpha. My dick doesn't have a knot as far as I can tell, not that I've seen one in person."

"Maglor, we've gone swimming together often. You've seen my dick."

"Not when it's hard and your knot is full and throbbing. It's not as noticeable when you're soft."

"You're just trying to get me to take off my clothes to show you my cock."

"I could show you mine instead. You'd have to touch me though to be sure, I won't accept a glance from across the room as proof that I'm already doomed to life as an alpha. You could look at my hole as well, see if I'm starting to get slick." Maglor reached one hand between them to begin unlacing the tunic, brushing against Maehdros's hands as he did so.

"Keep your clothes on! You can look at my knot and see if it resembles yours, but you may not touch."

"Thank you!" Maglor kissed Maedhros on the cheek, a quick familial press of the lips an no more. Then he stood back and looked expectantly.

Maedhros stood as well, feeling self-conscious, but unfastened his pants. Really, he thought it's the best way to dissuade Maglor. To show him that his body is that of a normal alpha, and quickly before he has any more foolish ideas - or worse, acts on them.

Maglor knelt down in front of Maedhros.

"I said-"

"I know, I'm not going to touch you! But I can't see the base well standing up, I need to be closer."

"You ought to get more sleep if you can't see what's five feet in front of your," Maedhros grumbled, but he held still.

Maglor turned his head to one side and the other. He leaned down to view Maedhros's knot from below, then stretched up to see the tip, bracing himself with one hand on his brother's hip. Maedhros stood stock still, not daring to move a muscle.

"Thank you for letting me look," Maglor said, still so close his breath hit Maedhros's cock as a warm wind.

"So now you've seen an alpha's knot, and we can be done."

"Yes, I've seen your knot and it's highly impressive. I don't have one though."

"What? But you're an alpha!"

"Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm an omega all along, and I'm supposed to take a knot rather than have my own."

"Maybe it just hasn't expanded yet, wait a week or two and I'm sure you'll have a nice girthy knot."

"I suppose," Maglor sighed, and his lips nearly brushed Maedhros's shaft. "It seems such a waste though, if I get one and don't want it, meanwhile you have a gorgeous cock and don't do anything with it."

"I'm sure I'll find someone to marry someday," Maedhros responded a bit nonsensically.

"Perhaps. But that's a long time away, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Can I please suck you? Even if I'm an alpha, I want to know every part of you."

"You've just spent several minutes staring at my dick, you won't learning anything more by touching it."

"Maybe not with my hands, but I am a singer. My mouth and tongue are how I shape my craft, can I not practice my art with you?"

"Why are you so insistent?"

"Like I said, I want you. And If I'm really an alpha, this might be the last time in a while you're comfortable letting me this close."

"I'll always let you hug me, Maglor."

"Sure, but it will take effort. Can't I do this for you just once?"

Maedhros sighed. "How Can I say no to you? Once, and then we never speak of it again."

"I promise, I won't mention it if you don't," Maglor said. He leaned forward and licked the tip of Maedhros's cock.

[domenation802]

Got alerted that it was a 7 year anniversary on here today. Felt compelled to make a post for updates but also to clear the air from things I hear through the grapevine, and also for the haters that I know are out there. Most people and I are chill, but there are a couple, for whatever reason, that make it their life’s mission to dog me as some sort of competition to prove they were right about something. Idk. I’m not a psychologist, and maybe that’s the problem. I haven’t always done everything right, but I can honestly say I’ve genuinely cared about every friend and girlfriend I’ve ever had, even when I had to work through the pain of realizing things weren’t going to work out, and I’ve never put hands on anyone or crossed lines for what I feel like it is to be man. At the end of the day, I find that I have higher standards for myself than most people, and I don’t need validation for that.

I haven’t posted on here in years, but it’s been for the best reasons. I’ve taken over a mortgage on a house. I’ve been in the gym, I put on 25 pounds of muscle. I started a business that’s taken off as one of the better cannabis brands in my state. I’ve done events and conventions. I’ve gone and watched my alma mater win back to back national basketball championships. I’ve finally gotten back to festivals. And MOST importantly, I’ve met the most fantastic woman I’ve ever met in my entire life who has loved me, supported me, and made me a better person throughout it all. I was starting to think maybe it would never happen. I wasn’t looking, at all. And then she just walked into my life. I guess they say that right as you give up and submit, it happens.

Never in a million years would I have ever expected to meet a girl like this at a shitty hometown bar, and it was a 1-in-a-million shot that she was even there. She was recently out of a local college, lived out of state, and was just rooming with a friend to help her out. Her friend dragged her out, and I happened to be there with a gym friend sitting at the bar watching the Celtics/Lakers. We all noticed each other, danced together and talked and laughed a lot. When it was time to leave, I got her info and we started casually talking and hanging out more.

The more that I learned about her, the more amazed and obsessed I was. She taught me things I didn’t know. She made me consider things in a different way than I always did. She was quiet, but direct. In a lot of ways, she was very different than me: different race obviously, different family life (HUGE fam with healthy relationships), bounced around a lot in childhood. And yet, despite all our differences, she was interested in me. I couldn’t believe it. This absolute goddess. Bad bitch energy on the outside, like goth witch vibes, but for those in her circle she is the most kind, caring, smart, funny, hard working person I’ve ever seen. She practically raised her SIX siblings with her mom who had a few different BMs, calls them her babies. Why would anyone ever hate on this relationship? Well, I’m 9 years older than her. She will be 26, I’m 35. And I know this sounds like the most based thing ever, but it’s true: she is the most mature woman I have ever been with, hands down, no questions asked, twice on Sunday. She calls me out on my bullshit when I need it, she supports my hobbies. Shes vegan and pushes me to be healthier. I could literally write a novel about the things that I love about her. And I opened up to her. I told her everything. About all of my many past relationships. About my addiction. Everything. And she didn’t hate me for it, she loved me for changing. She made my life, OUR life.

And so I proposed. Last November, in the gardens at an old-ass Victorian mansion where they hung witches in Salem on Halloween under the moonlight for the first time in my life, I asked someone to marry me. Not because it was easy (although it is), not for money, not because “she’s easy to manipulate” (honestly that sounds like projection when people even say it), but because for once in my life, I feel like I am healthy enough and have someone who loves me for me, and who wont leave through the ups and downs. I mean I’m old as fuck now, it’s probably time. And ya know, my Mom is for sure crazy, but she had a few sayings that I liked, and one was: “it’s okay to take your old memories off the shelf every once in a while, but just make sure you put them back”. And I think that’s great advice for everyone.

Peace Tumblr. Maybe I’ll chalk another update down in a few years. Be easy, be well. And most importantly: don’t be a fucking hater man. ✌🏻

[roleplayhonestybox]

hey I’ve never done submitted like this before so I hope I’m doing this right. Something happened recently and It’s been eating up at me for the past day and I can’t think and I genuinely need advice from the roleplay community. i can go by apple anon if it’s easier. This is long so sorry in advance

well, I run a roleplay server on discord that’s mostly come one, come all for a single fandom (1x1s, group rps, SFW or other etc). it’s been up and running for a long while now, and it’s gone pretty smoothly. Some hijacks but what server doesn’t? Well, yesterday a close friend (banana) of mine informed me that I accidentally hurt another friend’s (grapes) feelings and I didn’t mean to. I want to take responsibility and apologize but I’ve been advised to leave Grape alone until they come to me on their own. Which I understand.

For a little bit more context: me and my best friend (Cherry) run the server. Cherry and I have known eachother for years, never met in person but FaceTimed, mailed stuff. We’re pretty much siblings now. Cherry and I do a ton of roleplays together and we click together as roleplayers. Cherry and I recently have been roleplaying with someone we have clicked with also (Kiwi). So the three of us have been pretty much rping and hanging out a lot. We don’t know Kiwi that much - met a few months ago. this server is younger than we’ve known Kiwi.

The reason I mention Kiwi is that. Kiwi and I ship out two muses together in that server as “canon”. They’re like married. This is where Grape comes in. Grape’s muse is shippable within the fandom with both my and Kiwi’s character. I actually enjoy the ship and have shipped with Grape in the past. However, Grape enjoys another ship more than the one we were doing and started up another to prioritize. (Which is completely fine with me as these roleplays in the server can be separate and unrelated).

Well, a week? Ish ago, a huge in character groupchat was made for the muses in a specific fandom location, doubles welcome (doubles meaning people who play the same muse but different interpretation). Well, Kiwi and I have been looking to poly ship our muses, and a new person, Mango, has the same muse Grape did. I foolishly assumed Grape was too busy with the other ship, so I asked Mango to be involved instead.

And so I made the groupchat with me, Kiwi, Mango and another friend (Coconut) for this four poly.

And it was going great, we had fun. Some laughs.

Until the next morning, Grape told me they were leaving the server temporarily. I was confused but I respected their decision.

And then Banana told me that the groupchat I made seems to have opened some old wounds for people as a way of exclusivity and favoritism. And I was confused and honestly a little hurt because I was completely unaware of this. I didn’t mean to give off the feeling of clique. I have a roleplay with almost every active member in the server, some are more frequent some aren’t. I give people interactions because I know how it feels to be ignored and be excluded from chats. That’s why the server was made. In the general groupchats, I make sure people are replied to. But I guess because Grape’s muse wasn’t chosen, it hurt their feelings and now I feel paranoid that maybe it was favoritism? But I have not known Mango for all but a couple or weeks. Definitely less than Grape. I’ve roleplayed with Grape many times.

But in addition, Grape’s muse partner, Strawberry, was also hurt in addition to the creation of the groupchat also because their muse was overlooked when considering who would be in the poly. (Strawberry plays the same character as Coconut).

I didn’t choose these two only because I thought they would enjoy their own roleplay separately? But knowing it hurt them both has made me feel torn up so badly. Almost nauseous about it. It also seems the issue was that most of the planning was done in dms and not the server’s roleplay channels, which I do get.

I will admit, some roleplayers in the server I don’t click with roleplay wise but I NEVER ignore them in general. I try to make everyone feel welcomed.

I guess, this is all to ask: was I wrong for not choosing someone I’ve known longer? Was it really favoritism/excluding? I’ve been paranoid and scared to roleplay with Cherry, Kiwi and everyone in close with ever since Banana told me. How do I make things right? Banana told me not to go to Strawberry and Grape first, but I’m hurting because they hurt for so long. How do I avoid cliques/favoritism in big servers?

Sorry for all the fruit names. But just wanted to get this all off my chest.

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[taeyamayang]

FALLING FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FRIEND

bokuto, suna, sakusa

��� CHARACTER: Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

↬ GENRE: fluff! | romance | love at first sight | high school

↬ wc: 2k~ including bonus snippet

a/n: a random idea,, i remember my older brother bringing home his two friends from hs and both were shockingly good looking. one was the smart quiet type and the other is popular among the girls. it had me thinking "are you really friends with my bro??" kidding but those were the days man~ this random idea made me feel nostalgic lol anyways! i was thinking of making this into a series so let me know if you have a specific hq character in mind that you want me to write for. thanks ☆

part two

Bokuto Koutarou

you are well aware of your brother's friend, the captain of volleyball team

but you have never met him

you are only familiar of how he is mainly through your brother's stories over the dinner table

he frequently hangs out in your house but you never have seen him because whenever he stays over you are either:

out late at night because of club activities

or you never come out of your room when he's at your place

but today could finally be the day you meet him

"just do it."

Your eyebrows furrow at the text message sent by your sibling. Now that summer has started, your brother has his hands full with responsibilities as the student council president of Fukurodani. Generally, you are happy about his absence because it guarantees you peace within the household. You have every space and corner of the house to yourself, and you can live your daily life without him pestering you. But ironically, right now, you wish for him to be here with you. Your phone dings as another message from him pop.

"actually, you don't have a choice. We made a deal. A favor for a favor."

If only you didn't ask your brother to get you the weekly comic from the convenience store the other day, then you wouldn't be worrying right now. you pace back and forth in your room, contemplating whether to pretend you didn't see his texts and toss your phone beneath the mattress of your bed or just simply get over it. As an indecisive overthinker, you're lost with what to do. Your phone vibrates again.

"stop leaving me on seen."

You scowl at the screen of your phone.

"it's not a big deal. Besides, my friend badly needs it. Just get whatever shirt I have in my drawer, toss it in a bag, then give it to him. you know, if only you had the initiative to leave your room and meet him whenever he comes by at our place, then you wouldn't be as anxious as you are right now."

The wrinkles on your face deepen as you read the text message in your head with your brother's scolding voice. Your brother knows you well. He knows that you are the polar opposite of him. He's the typical first-born son that every parent holds pride in. He's good at socializing, he gets commendable grades, and on top of that, he's leader material. On the other hand, you are satisfied living your life on a low profile.

"please?"

in sibling rivalry, saying please is equivalent to submitting to your sibling. so, him saying please to you now makes you think of his urgency. perhaps, his friend really needs it. with a sigh escaping from your lips, you type in your message.

"fine. What is his name again?"

As you hit send, not a minute passes, your brother replies.

"Bokuto Koutarou. Captain and ace of the volleyball team in Fukurodani."

Seeing your brother describe him as the captain and ace leaves you an impression of him.

"what does he look like?"

"he stands out. you'll know when you see him."

your lips curl at the vague description your brother sent.

"whatever."

You reply before throwing your phone on your bed, watching it bounce before finally pushing yourself up. You grabbed an empty string bag from your closet, then you went straight to your brother's room. you pull whatever shirt he has in his drawer, folding it neatly and shoving it inside the bag. Once you are done, you head out and lock the house's front door behind you before pulling your bicycle out of the garage.

This year, the school where Fukurodani and other visiting schools are handling their summer volleyball training camp is a few miles away from your home. so, riding the bike would be more convenient than taking a bus and paying for the fare. Besides, you would instead let your vision be fed with the city lights and nature than sit in a crowded vehicle.

soon, you reach Shinzen High. you swiftly parked your bicycle in front of the gym, where the security guard directed you at. from outside the premise, you can already hear the squeaking sound of rubber shoes scraping across the waxed floor. subsequently, the sound of balls hitting the ground and colliding with the player's hands resonate from where you are standing. as you near the gym entrance, the echoes from the voices of the players get louder, each calling out for a toss or cheering for a player in their team.

you shake the bag off your shoulder and tightly wrap your arm around it, securing it in front of your chest. you step inside the gym, and the first thing you see is an orange-headed boy in the air, his arm drawn back as he anticipates hitting the ball with the expanse of his palm. A loud thud reverberates within the gym, followed by the cheers of his team.

"nice spike, Hinata." a boy with short brown hair and wide shoulders taps the orange-headed's scapula.

"Thanks, captain!" the other boy responds. hinata's mention of captain reminds you of your purpose. you grip tighter on your string bag, and watch the captain with short hair interacts with his teammates.

he's amiable and down to earth but the way he carries himself is enough to know that he is, in fact, the captain of the team. he reminds you of your brother. he's simple. Still, when he speaks or stands among his comrades, he holds the perfect image of a leader. usually friends belonging to the same group emit the same vibes.

so, maybe, he's your brother's friend?

you look around and immediately spot a girl with a small face and midnight blue hair. she holds a clipboard between her hands as he watches hinata's team play.

"excuse me." your voice is low, but somehow, she manages to hear you.

"hm?" she purses her lips as she glances at you.

"can you give this to the team captain?" you point to the string bag you're holding.

"Sawamura Daichi? sure."

"eh? " was the only sound you managed to utter when you heard a different name from her. she was about to take your bag but when you flashed her a confused look, she drew her hand back and over to her mouth, the tip of her delicate fingers touching her rosy lips.

"who are you looking for?" she asks. her doll face mirroring your puzzled expression.

"Bokuto Koutarou. The captain and ace of Fukurodani." right after you said his name, a loud voice thunders inside the gym. both you and the manager turn your gazes at the source.

"AKAAAAASSSHIII!!!" a boy with silver hair and black streaks calls for the setter. he has his hand in the air asking akaashi to throw him the ball. his voice commanded attention, and quite naturally everyone was instantly drawn to him. you can't tear your eyes away from him as he welcomes the ball with a powerful strike. hence, breaking a three-wall block from the other team. despite the loud scream of the boy, the manager you are talking to giggles.

"that is Fukurodani and this team is Karasuno." her finger points at the team playing at the farthest side of the court before pointing back at the team playing near your side.

"i'll assist you there." she smiles at you, her eyes disappearing. A sudden relief washes over you as she leads you to the other side of the gym. now that you have a better view of the whole area, you noticed how packed the gym is. There are four teams, and each group is clad with a numbered vest. there's no way you'll know who bokuto is among the sea of volleyball players.

"yukie, kaori." the manager's tender voice brings your focus back to her. "she needs bokuto."

"okay." the girl with long hair nods as she chews mint gum. the girl with midnight blue hair bids you goodbye as she walks back to her team. the girl with long hair speaks again.

"i'm kaori, and she's yukie. we are the managers of Fukurodani." she introduces herself and you did the same. she continues. "you're right on time since the players will switch sides, so during that break, you can talk to bokuto." both girls smile at you.

"thanks." you mutter, holding the bag on your chest tightly as you hear your heart pound louder.

"Bokuto!" yukie calls. you spin around to face the court and the same boy from last time turns his head to the managers.

"yes?" he says, eyes wide and as bright as the summer sun. his wild hair is pushed up from his face complimenting his arched eyebrows. his figure is no doubt of an athlete; towering height, fit torso, thick thighs, and muscular biceps. he's completely different from the initial image you have of him. But in a good way.

"someone is here for you." kaori explains. the moment bokuto locks eyes with you, a smile on his face creeps up. the sound of his feet jogging to you is synchronous to your beating heart. when he stops right before you, a call from the other team saves you from starting the conversation.

"BOKUTO!" your eyelids peel open at the sight of a ball flying towards the two of you. bokuto quickly turns, and by instinct, he spikes the ball back to the court. a loud thump resonates as the ball hits the ground.

"oya! flexing your spikes to your girlfriend, huh?" a tall boy with raven black hair bickers. you feel the warmth of your body travel to your cheeks.

"kuroo, you're embarrassing her." a blonde boy with dark roots says after meeting eyes with you.

"bokuto! kenma implies that you as a boyfriend is embarrassing!" kuroo clutches onto his stomach as he laughs like the hyenas from the lion king.

"shut up i didn't say that!" kenma mutters under his breath. bokuto turns to you brushing them off.

"sorry, they're teasing me." he smiles. "what is it?"

"it's fine. here are the clothes my brother asked me to give you." you bring the string bag near him.

"WOAH!" startled with the sudden increase in his voice, you freeze. his orbs rounds as he rallies his eyes between you and the bag.

"SO YOU'RE HIS SISTER!" he pulls his hand out for a shake, bringing your senses back to reality. you grab onto it, his large hand engulfing your tiny ones.

"nice to meet you i'm bokuto!" he grins.

"i'm (y/n)!" you greet him back with the same enthusiasm.

"how did you get here?" he asks after untangling his hands with you and taking the string bag from your grip.

"i rode my bike after packing you clothes." you are not the best with small talks but thank god, bokuto is a natural conversationalist.

"in this dire heat of summer?!" he exclaims, and you nod 'yes' sheepishly.

"geez, if only i picked up the right pile of clothes and not my sister's, then i would have not bothered you coming here." he scratches the back of his head.

"that's okay. i should leave now." you point at the exit.

"no! stay!" his gentle yet calloused hands wraps around your forearm. the contact made your knees weak. "at least stay for watermelons. we're taking a break after this."

he looks at you keenly, lowering his back so his eyes would meet yours. he holds hope in his orbs, expecting you to say yes to his offer. albeit, you give in.

"okay." you bob your head.

"GREAT!" bokuto cheers in excitement. he finally lets go of your arm, but you can still feel his grip on you.

he takes you by surprise when he playfully ruffles your hair before speaking.

"i'll make sure you'll enjoy this match. keep your eyes on me." he genuinely pulls the corner of his lips, but something about what he said made you stop breathing. you bite the insides of your mouth as you stare back at him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"i like your smile," he says under his breath, making your whole face burn. Afterward, he pulled his back straight up like nothing happened, then jogged back to the court to meet with his teammates. Consequently, sweat begins to form in your forehead, and each heaves of air is heavier. your heart would beat faster whenever you replay the last words and sentences he said to you in your mind, picturing his rugged bearing and prominent gaze.

what the heck is happening to you?

bonus:

after days, you lie on your bed attempting to push the memories of your interaction with bokuto each time he crosses your mind. you feel perplexed with the way the insides of your body would react by just thinking of him. you turn to your side, cupping your face with your hands as you try to bury the image of your brother's friend at the back of your head.

soft raps sounded from your bedroom door cuts your train of thoughts.

"coming." you are quick on your feet, eyes dejected and distracted from the image of the captain and ace lingering in your mind.

"hey!" a voice greets you upon opening the door. you have his voice recorded in your head to know exactly how it sounded. to your horror, your sight welcomes the boy you dread the most to forget.

"b-bokuto?" you stutter. you stop the urge to slap your face to wake you up in you slumber.

you must be dreaming.

"i brought you cookies as a thank you for being my angel at the summer training camp." bokuto speaks. after blinking repeatedly, you tip toe to see past his shoulders.

"where's my brother?"

"oh, i asked him if i can come over to give you this and he said yes. he left right after i arrived. he's a busy man." bokuto chuckles. you take the box of cookies from his hand.

"thank you for this." you gesture to the box of sweet delights.

"sure." he nods at you. silence lay dormat between the two of you. you both share awkward glances before he decides to break the ice.

"your brother is a busy man but i'm not."

"huh?" your eyes widen in confusion. you don't know where he's getting at.

"i'm free today!" he rephrases, leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom door. you are not sure what he is implying to you but his eager eyes gives you a wild hunch.

"do you want to stay over and watch a movie?" instantly his orb shined brighter and his smile shows his teeth. he displays happiness innocently like a kid excited over small trivial things. he nods at you avidly like a child making you burst into laughter.

"you're cute." you accidentally blurt out. you cover your mouth as you catch yourself off guard. bokuto looks at you with endearing eyes before uttering,

"i'm glad we're on the same page."

continue reading to part 2?

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[cotton-myeon]

Been Through [08 - The Ignorance]

Genre: non-idol!AU, chaebol!AU, angst, drama, slice of life, friendship

Characters: OC (Choi Seoyeon), Oh Sehun, and many others.

Word count: 2.9k words

Ignorance [/ˈiɡnərəns/] : lack of knowledge or information

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Jongdae had finished his final revision for the thesis, and officially finished with his studies a week after his defense. He officially left Kyunghee, leaving me all alone in Suwon. Sehun also left Suwon on the same day as Jongdae as it was his last day of internship, but it was not like I felt that Sehun was in town for the past few weeks anyway. Yet one week after that, Sehun texted me out of nowhere, saying sorry because he was indeed busy during the last weeks of internship, and he had just submitted his internship report, thus was only able to text me then. However, it was not even the same anymore after that. We still kept in touch, still contacted each other sometimes, but it was so rare- it was almost as if the past few months after he broke up from Aeri was all in my dream. He also never brought up the topic when he told me that he would come to Suwon just to have a meal with me and I would not feel alone- which he never did even up until when I finished my internship two months after him.

On the other hand, in that two months when I was somewhat alone in Suwon, Jongdae took me out for a meal whenever he dropped by Kyunghee to settle some final documents for graduation- which was quite often, and had me wondering if he really had that many documents to finalize. On other days, either my sister or my brother would come too, some days only one of them, and some rare days they would come together- which usually meant they had a business to do in Suwon. I figured then that Jongdae had told my sister what happened between me and Sehun, and my sister in turn told my brother, because I never really talked about the topic with my siblings- I did not even know what exactly was going on between me and my so-called best friend anyway. And I think they did not tell our parents, to which I was thankful for. While it would not jeopardize any business relations with Kia as my family was not that petty and can separate personal and business matters well, I just knew that my parents would probably went extra and made sure that Sehun and I would have very little chance to meet- seeing that forbidding us to meet was definitely impossible as we went to the same university, in the same major, and even in the same class.

However, there was someone else that I did not expect at all to hang out with me in Suwon; Kim Junmyeon. We were quite close, but it was nowhere near my closeness with Jongdae, so what he did was a surprise for me. On some other days when my siblings and Jongdae did not come to Suwon, Junmyeon would call me, saying that he was on his way to Suwon, and asked me to have either lunch or dinner with him, depending on what time it was when he called me. Most of the times though, we would have dinner on Friday nights, and it all ended up with him driving me back to Seoul, and one of my siblings drove me back to Suwon on Sunday night, and if neither were available, my parents would. Due to their impeccable schedule, at one point, I suspected that both my siblings, Jongdae, and Junmyeon had a meeting or something, or at the very least worked on some sort of a schedule to accompany me in Suwon- because more often than not, when they came to Suwon, they did not have any business agenda and only hung out with me for a bit, which spoke a lot of things. I was really thankful to them of course, it was clear they did not want me to feel sad nor lonely, especially with Sehun literally out of the picture- but on the contrary, what they did only reminded me of what Sehun did- or did not do. At that moment I honestly did not know who he was to me anymore, I did not think he could be called as my best friend anymore.

I could finally relax a little bit around two weeks after I finished my internship. It was the day I submitted both my internship report and final draft of my thesis, which meant that all that I have left was to prepare for thesis defense, which would be in another two weeks. It might be a short preparation time, but at the very least I could relax after months of squeezing my brain out. On that very same day when I submitted both papers, was also the day when Junmyeon departed for the US. I was very exhausted due to pulling an all-nighter the nights before to finalize all revisions for both papers, but I also would not miss sending Junmyeon off for the world. I really appreciated what he, my siblings and Jongdae did in the past months, and this was just something small I could do to repay him. Of course, he scolded me upon seeing my tired face at the airport, but like I said, I would not miss it for the world.

Junmyeon was going to fly with their private jet, obviously, so that night, his parents, Jongdae, my sister and I were gathered at Incheon Airport’s VIP Lounge to send him off- we were the only ones he told about his flight schedule. Oh, my brother too, but unfortunately, my brother could not come since he had an urgent meeting at the office just when we were about to go to the airport. My sister should be attending the meeting too, but they decided that just one of them was enough, because they would not let me drive that night for my very apparent exhaustion. I could not even bring myself to protest, which would have happened in normal occasions.

It was about an hour before Junmyeon was supposed to board the plane, when a yawn escaped my mouth. I was sitting with my sister, a few feet away from the Kim-s, who seemed to be having a serious conversation. “I’m going to Starbucks,” I told my sister, “I’m going to need a cup of coffee to last until we get home,” I yawned again. “Ok, let’s go-”

“It’s fine, I’ll just go myself,” I stopped her, “Anything you want?” I asked. “You sure?” she pursed her lips and raised a brow at me, to which I nodded my head. “Fine, just get me hot Caffe Mocha.” I nodded again and started to walk away from her, “Got it.”

Stepping out of the lounge, I immediately spot where the Starbucks was. Thankfully midnight flights were comparatively less than day flights, so the line was not that long. I was already sitting down and playing with my phone while waiting for my orders to be done ten minutes later.

“Choi Seoyeon?” a very familiar voice called out. I looked up, and surprise, I did not expect him to be the one who was standing in front of me, “Oh Sehun?” He smiled and I felt my heart skipped a beat. “I didn’t think I would meet you here, what are you doing?” he sat down on the chair across mine. I subtly gulped, hiding my nervousness and hoping that my voice would not come out shaky. “I’m just sending someone off,” I smiled back. “And you?”

“Picking a relative up,” he leaned back on his seat. “I see,” I hummed in reply. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” he started again. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back on my seat too, “Well, both of us have been busy lately, I mean, I also just finished my internship not too long ago.” Sehun raised his eyebrows in surprise, then licked his lips, “Right, your internship was six months.” I hummed again, “Yeah, just finished two weeks ago.” He looked so guilty then, for what I did not know, but I decided to just spare him from that feeling.

“How is your thesis by the way? Have you submitted them?” I asked, starting another topic. “Uhh, yeah, I submitted them about a month ago,” he bit his lips, and the apology was still present in his eyes. Well, now I knew why he seemed so apologetic. And also why I did not see him when I submitted my thesis earlier today- all of my classmates were there, even Yoo Aeri, but not him. I felt a pang in my heart, but I smiled it off, “Glad to hear that, so when is your thesis defense?”

“It was this morning,” he said quietly, and I could not stop the disappointment showing on my face. “Oh,” I replied. Sensing that he was about to apology, I quickly asked again, “Did you pass?” He nodded his head, then licked his lips again. “Look, Seoyeon, I’m so-”

“So fast,” I scrunched my face at him, trying my best to look nonchalant and playful about it. It seemed to work, because he heaved a relieved sigh, but he did not know how my heart ached even more upon thinking that he thought it was not a problem to me. Well, seemed like I had to get rid of this feeling I had toward Oh Sehun. And possibly forgot about what happened the last few months too.

“How about your thesis?” he asked now. I gulped to swallow down my feelings. “Just submitted it today, and my defense will be in two weeks,” I answered. “Morning or afternoon session?” he wondered. “Afternoon,” I told him. “Oh, same as Joohyun then,” he hummed, making me raised my brows in surprise. “Bae Joohyun?” I voiced out loud in confusion. Because one, since when did he speak so casually about Bae Joohyun? And two, how was it that he knew first before me? But I suppose it should be the same, I mean I did submit my thesis with Joohyun earlier in the morning, while the date for my defense was just revealed later on after I returned back home, and I have not asked nor tell Joohyun about it. But it still made me wonder, how did Sehun know?

“Ah right,” he licked his lips again, and the guiltiness was back in his eyes. “I think I haven’t told you about it yet...” he trailed off. I raised a brow, “What, you guys are dating?” My heart thudded painfully against my chest, wondering on why in the hell did I say that, and not wanting to know the answer at the same time. I saw Sehun bit his lip and gave me a sheepish look. And if one looked closely, they could also see how his cheeks pinked a bit. I thought I heard my heart cracked, especially after hearing what he said next.

“Uhm... I think I might like her; so thank you, really, for introducing us-”

“Seoyeon-ah!” a voice called out, cutting Sehun off and saving me from the heartbreak even more. Well not really, it was already broken anyway. Sehun turned around too, and we both found Samsung’s now inactive President standing there. He gave a tight-lipped smile after seeing who I was conversing with. “Oh Sehun,” Junmyeon nodded his head in greeting and walked toward us. “President Kim,” Sehun nodded back. “Your orders are done, it has been waiting at the counter for a few minutes now,” Junmyeon proceeded to sit beside me and put my cup of coffee on the table. “Oh, thank you Oppa,” I told him and took my cup. He seemed to notice that my hand was trembling a little, and the worry was now very visible on his eyes, “You’re taking too long, we’re worried, you know,” he held my other hand underneath the table. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sehun furrowed his brows. “Sorry, I didn’t notice the time,” I squeezed Jummyeon’s hand back, both trying to reassure him that I was fine, and also trying to get a grip on myself. He did not buy it, obviously, his lips were still tilted down in a frown.

“Oh right, how about Eonni’s order?” I asked Junmyeon, trying my best to seem casual and what Sehun said before did not affect me at all. He raised his other hand that was holding onto a paper bag, “In here, along with Jongdae’s and my parents too,” he answered. “You’re not buying one for yourself?” He snorted at that, “I’d like to sleep tonight thank you very much.” I quirked a smile, our light conversation managed to distract me, even if it was only for a short while.

“So, uhm...” Sehun cleared his throat, both of us turned to look at him. “You guys are sending someone off together?” he asked. “No,” Junmyeon answered for us, “Seoyeon is here to send me off.” Sehun let out an intelligent “Oh,” then nodded his head while glancing between the two of us. I tried to ignore his look though, still feeling that heartache. I really should avoid Sehun after this. I would not want to cause trouble for my two friends; especially if Joohyun liked him back.

“You are really close with each other huh,” he finally said. “Yeah, we are,” I heard the resolution in Junmyeon’s voice, an indicator that his protective side was coming out. I just knew that he was going to guilt-trip Sehun. I looked up at the guy in alarm and squeezed his hand that was still holding mine, trying to warn him to not say anything stupid. But of course, Junmyeon ignored me, “I went to Suwon often to make sure that she doesn’t feel lonely, especially after a certain someone left after promising to not leave her alone.” He even had the audacity to smile at Sehun- a very cold and sinister smile. I warily glanced at Sehun to see his reaction at Junmyeon’s accusation, but the younger male seemed clueless.

“Oh, I was talking about Jongdae,” Junmyeon waved a hand dismissively before Sehun could say anything. Sehun leaned back on his chair with wide eyes. “Wait, what do you mean he left Suwon? I thought he’s doing his master’s degree in Kyunghee?” he turned his head to look at me, “And why didn’t you tell me anything anyway? I could’ve gone there to spend time with you sometimes.” As much as I wanted to facepalm at his painstakingly obvious stupidity, I could not because his words hurt me even more. I was reminded of the time when he said that exact same empty promise months ago. I could not help the scoff that escaped my mouth, I did not know that Sehun’s obliviousness can reach a new level. Junmyeon squeezed my hand in warning to not rashly lash out in rage at the younger male in a public place. Well, Sehun should thank Junmyeon for saving him today.

“Jongdae was done with his master’s degree before Seoyeon finished her internship. It was unexpectedly faster than his original plan, when they were supposed to finish at around the same time,” Junmyeon made up reasons on the spot, although the sarcasm was clearly there, if one paid attention. But then again, Sehun was just so dense that he did not notice the sinister smile Junmyeon was aiming at him when he said that. “Ah, I see...” Sehun nodded his head. Then, he frowned, “You should’ve told me, you know.” My eye twitched at stupidity.

“Oh, look at the time,” Junmyeon interrupted before I could blow up at Sehun and caused a scene. He stood up, “Come on Yeon, my flight is about to depart,” he reached a hand to me, and I took it without hesitation, not wanting to face Sehun now, or maybe ever again. “Oh, okay-” Junmyeon did not let him continue as he pulled me away and I complied, not wanting to be anywhere near Sehun any longer. “Please excuse us,” Junmyeon greeted Sehun while I kept silent and spared him no glance. Before we got out of the store and away from Sehun though, I stopped on my tracks and gave him a side glance only, “You’re unbelievable, Sehun,” and we both walked out of Starbucks, leaving him there in confusion.

“I’m not going to say sorry,” Junmyeon started once we were out of Starbucks and made sure that Sehun was out of hearing range. I scoffed again, trying to mask my anguish with anger to Sehun, “No need, he was so dense you can just spit out the real reason and he might still not know what he did.” But the tears did escape my eyes, and I wiped it out before Junmyeon could see it. But then again, I could not hide anything from him. Even if my tears did not come out, Junmyeon would still know what I was feeling, and so he released his hold on my hand then proceeded to hug me. I could not hold my tears back anymore then, and just let him pat my head in an attempt to calm me down.

“He doesn’t worth your tears,” Junmyeon kept on petting my head. “He doesn’t even deserve you as his friend, at all,” Junmyeon muttered. With my face pressed onto his chest in order to stop my sobbing, I did not notice that Sehun was not too far behind us looking as confused as ever, nor how Junmyeon was giving his deadliest glare toward Kia’s only heir.

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A/N: Does the scene here seems familiar to you? They were at the airport... and Sehun's words... 👀

[waiting-for-motivation]

of numbers and names

summary: Some would say that the Umbrella academy and the Sparrow academy are complete opposites. But they are more similar than some would think.

request: SPOILER ALERT FOR THE LAST EPISODE OF SEASON 2! Alright, so I’ve had this idea for a Diego Hargreeves fanfic but i never have the motivation to write it myself so imma submit it. The reader is a part of the Sparrow Academy and one day the umbrella academy just pops into their living room. Ben and the others are obviously not very welcoming but the reader feels sympathetic for them and convinced Reginald to let them stay for a little while. Eventually all rooms are taken and the reader has to share her room with Diego. (Obviously lmao) Just lots of fluff. (And maybe being best friends with klaus, because who doesn’t want to be best friends with klaus. He’s amazing) Hope you like my idea! I couldn’t get it out of my head since i finished season two! ~ @jannieka394

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: SPOILER, angst, fluff, Reginald (!?)

words: 1546

a/n: I hope you like it because I don‘t want to disappoint you. You are such a lovely person!!

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“Each of you will stay with one of my siblings. That was one of dads conditions. The other one was a dinner at 6 pm“, the strange female explains to the members of the Umbrella Academy. They follow her upstairs and to their rooms.

“This house has enough rooms for all of us. Why should we share a room with you or your siblings?“, Five asks and the moment these words leave his mouth, the female turns around. She has a sweet smile on her lips.

“Because he doesn‘t trust you.“ She turns towards Diego. “He trusts you the least. That’s why you stay with me.“ The female opens the door to her room and nods at her siblings behind the Umbrella academy. Immediately, they go to their own rooms followed by the strangers.

Diego takes a deep breath and follows the female. He realizes that they are now in his old room. It looks different but it still reminds Diego of his childhood. His brown eyes widen. The female lives in his room must mean that she is the replacement for him. She is number two of the Sparrow academy.

“Why are you helping us?“, Diego asks confused. The female was the first one to speak up and even wanted to have a word wtith her dad in privacy. After thirty minutes they came out of his office and the female led them through the academy. And now they are here, in Diegos old room, in her room.

The strange female sits down on her bed and looks at the man in front of her.

“Because I felt sorry for you. I can read minds and yours were filled with so much anger, fear, confusion and sadness that I had to help all of you. Besides, if one of you plans anything I know it right away“, she explains and starts fiddling with her hands.

In truth, she doesn‘t know why she helped these six people. Maybe because she was raised to help. Maybe because she felt a certain connection to them.

“Thank…you“, Diego whispers. He leans against the wall next to a window and looks outside. It looks normal, not like he is in an alternative timeline.

“I‘m going to get you new clothes. I don‘t think dad will like the grungy look at dinner“, the female says, sits up and leaves her room without another word. The door closes silently behind her.

Diego takes his time to look at the room he is in, his room. A shelf is filled with books, just like he had one. The mirror is smaller. No knives are either sticking in the wall or laying around.

On the desk filled with papers and more books, Diego finds a box full of money. He raises his brows because that was the first thing he did to escape this hell of a home. As a seventeen-year-old boy he saved as much money as possible. The strange female seems to plan an escape too.

A thought fills Diegos mind as he looks in the mirror. He remembers his mom helping him with his stutter in front of the mirror. Maybe she is still alive.

The door opens loudly and gets closed as quickly as it was ripped open. Klaus is standing in front of Diego, staring at him with wide eyes. He looks as if he went through hell.

“Diego! I‘m so happy to see you! This alternative Ben is scary and cruel and so unkind. Can we please change roommates? She was so friendly…“, Klaus says as he walks back and forth through the small room.

The moment Diego wants to say something, the door opens again and the alternative number two is standing in the door frame. She stares at the two men with a pile of clothes pressed to her chest. Slowly, she closes the door again.

“Who is Ben?“, she asks as she places the clothes on her desk. Her eyes focus on Klaus, and she finds the answer to her question. “Number one? Why would you call him Ben?“

Klaus and Diego look at each other.

“What do you call him?“, Diego asks and watches the female raise her eyebrows.

“Number one“, she answers and walks past the men to sit on the windowsill. She looks as if she saw a ghost and that’s probably the truth. A small glimpse of Diegos memories showed her a loving mother she never had.

“You‘ve got no names?“, Klaus asks in shock and looks at his brother then to the female.

“Of course. They have no names because mom gave us ours. They only have dad. He gave us the numbers“, Diego realizes and swallows hardly. He can only imagine how hard it must have been for the female and her siblings to grow up without love and affection, only with cold numbers and a heartless dad.

One single tear escapes the females eyes. As quickly as possible, she wipes it away and stands up.

“You have to go back to number one. He will give you clothes for the dinner“, she says with a slightly shaking voice. Klaus nods and leaves the room, even though he wants nothing more than to give this poor soul a hug.

The female presses the clothes to Diegos chest and returns to the window, sitting on the sill. She stares out of the window, wanting to give the man his privacy while changing.

“It’s a good idea to leave the academy, believe me“, Diego says while he takes off his harness full of knives, then his jacket and shirt. The female on the sill wants to look at him with anger and confusion in her expression, but she doesn‘t want to hurt his privacy.

“What would you possibly know about that?“, she asks with an annoyed voice.

“For a person who can read minds, you ask a lot of questions“, Diego states with smile on his lips and number two can‘t stop herself anymore. She stares at him with anger in her (e/c) eyes. Only incidentally, she notices his muscular chest.

“But if you want to know. When I was seventeen, I left my family and this hell of an academy behind. I started my own life and it was the best decision I ever made“, the man explains while he buttons his new shirt. The female stares out of the window once again.

“But you need a name out there, in the real world“, Diego states and starts to think of a name that would suit the pretty female on the windowsill while he puts on the black trousers. “I‘m going to call you (Y/n).“

A smile forms on her lips, and she looks at the man in her room once again. For some time they stare and smile at each other.

“I‘d like that. Thank you, Diego“, (Y/n) whispers.

It’s midnight when Diego returns to their shared room. (Y/n) is waiting for him in her bed, holding a notebook as well as a pen in her hands.

The Sparrow academy ate dinner together with the Umbrella academy. But then their father told them to go to their rooms. He wanted to talk to his alternative adoptive children alone.

Diegos gaze is lowered and his shoulders are hanging. The female on the bed could swear she saw tears shine in his brown eyes. But the moment Diego actually looks at her, his sight is clear.

“How did it go?“, (Y/n) asks, although she is pretty sure Diego will ignore her. There is no way he is going to open his heart to her.

“This dad is even worse than the one I know“, Diego says as he sits down next to the female, grabbing the sheets. There is so much anger, sadness and rage inside him.

(Y/n) sits up so that she is seated next to the man, the notebook and pen in her lap. Hesitantly, she takes one of Diegos hands.

“I know. Sometimes I believe he is an alien, so heartless and cold“, the female says with a small smile on her lips. Diego laughs and makes her heart swell because she helped him forget the cruelty of their father for once.

“I don‘t understand how you could stay here for more than thirty years. What convinced you to stay?“, Diego asks confused.

“Family.“ (Y/n) smiles at the man, holding his hand tighter. “I might not have a loving mom like you had, but I have my siblings. They are grumpy and unfriendly and stupid sometimes, but they are my sisters and brothers. I don‘t know where I would be without them. They are my family.“

Diego nods because he understands her. After fighting the end of the world twice and traveling through time, he is closer to his siblings and would do anything for them. Because they are his true family now.

They say nothing for some time. (Y/n) lets herself fall onto the mattress, her legs dangling over the side of the bed. She closes her eyes and feels the weight of another body next to her.

“Technically, you are my family too, you and your siblings. So I‘m going to help you. If dad decides to banish you from the academy, I will follow you.“

[esperantoauthor]

Senior year Klaine!!! Applying for colleges! (Or you could just put some headcanons of how that year would go).

Hi Jas! This ask is literally 7 months old but I have every confidence that you still remember sending it because that is kind of your thing. I finally got inspired to pick back up the scene I had written and finish this off. It was a joy to write in this universe again for a little bit; thank you for sending this in when I invited people to send in prompts for scenes from the Express Yourself Verse. Without further ado...

Title: Applying to College [bonus content for the Express Yourself Universe] Author: Esperanto Length: 1,404 words 📚 Read it on Ao3 or below 📚

“You and Kurt talk much about college?” Burt asked conversationally as he handed Blaine a tire iron.

Blaine grasped the handle of the tool. “Some. I, uh, uh, I —don’t want to influ—to effect his de-de-decision so I haven’t shared my list yet.”

“Oh.”

Mr. Hummel looked disappointed. This confused Blaine, whose own parents had given him stern lectures about not throwing away his dreams for some high school boyfriend who, statistically, wasn’t going to be his forever partner anyways. Yes, his father had research to back up his point, as always.

“It’s irresponsible to choose a college based on where your boyfriend is going,” his father had lectured him.

“But he’s the love of-of-of my life,” Blaine had countered.

“Then your relationship will be strong enough to survive a little separation.”

His mother, always with the softer touch, had added, “You are just so young, sweetie, that’s all. You don’t want to limit yourself. It’s the responsible choice.”

They had worn him down in the end. He didn’t always agree with his parents but he knew they had his best interests at heart and as much as he was loath to admit it, he was young. There was a lot he didn’t know about life. College was a big deal and he didn’t want to screw it up by making an irresponsible decision.

But now, it seemed that following his parents’ advice meant disappointing Mr. Hummel. Blaine felt like he couldn’t win.

“So, how many colleges are you applying to?”

“I’ve got, uh, five applications —submitted but I’m not d-done yet.”

Blaine hoped his answer was good enough for Mr. Hummel. What if Kurt has applied to way more? Do I seem behind? I haven’t missed any deadlines.

“Is that, uh, a lot to apply to or… what’s the usual number?” Kurt’s usually confident father looked at Blaine with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Oh, I mean it, uh, it depends but I think like —five to eight is good.”

Burt fell into a plastic lawn chair and made a frustrated grunt. “I knew it!”

“Uh, you kn-knew what?”

“That Kurt doesn’t know any more about this than I do. I thought they had guidance—that’s what they’re called, right?— counselors at that school of yours. Aren’t they supposed to tell him this kind of stuff?”

“Um, they-they-they do, b-but no one has to talk to them. I...what do you m-mean he doesn’t know any more than, uh, y-you do?” Blaine asked, feeling deeply confused. Mr. Hummel was an adult, of course he knew more than them.

“Never went.”

“I...I ne-never realized. Not-not-not that it m-matters, of course!” Blaine felt his cheeks start to flush with embarrassment. Way to assume, Blaine!

“Got a job right out of high school, did the certification course at the junior college, and then I got real lucky that my boss decided to retire and wanted to pass on the business to someone he trusted. Can you do me a favor, kiddo?”

“Of course,” Blaine replied earnestly.

“Talk to Kurt about all this college stuff. He needs your help.”

“Um, o-okay.”

“Good.”

—

Blaine wasn’t sure how to bring up the topic without being heavy-handed but an opportunity presented itself to him just a few days later.

Kurt and Rachel strode into the cafeteria with their arms linked and matching smirks of self-satisfacts plastered across their faces; it was times like these that Blaine thought they could be siblings.

Blaine leaned in to accept the cheek kiss Kurt offered and then raised an expectant eyebrow, knowing that neither Kurt nor Rachel needed much prompting to spill when they were this excited.

Tina was not as patient. “Well?”

Kurt and Rachel turned to face one another before saying in unison, “We found our college!”

“It’s called NYADA,” Kurt added, face glowing with excitement. He pressed a colorful brochure into Blaine’s hands. “Please tell me you’ll apply too, Blaine!”

“Oh, I, uh… l-let me take a… look but, I mean, I p-p-p-probably, sure.” Blaine felt a bit flustered at being asked such a big question on the spot. Kurt’s gaze softened, clearly realizing what was happening and he gave Blaine’s thigh a comforting squeeze under the table.

“The deadline isn’t for another six weeks, so there’s plenty of time. Here, you hang on to this; I have more copies.”

That night, Blaine dutifully read through the brochure and researched the school online. His boyfriend, as always, had impeccable taste; it was clearly a top notch performing arts college. But the more he read, the more worried he became

He needed to talk to Kurt.

—

“Kurt, can we, um, um, well, can we talk about… about NYADA?”

“Sure! Did you read the flyer? Isn’t it just perfection?” Kurt clapped his hands against his thighs and bit his lip in excitement. Blaine swallowed thickly, thinking about how to do this without completely taking the wind out of Kurt’s sails.

“—Totally. The list of-of-of famous alumni alone was enough to, uh, convince me. Kurt, I would—I would love to go there.”

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck and kissed his cheek. “We’re going to New York! This is going to be perfect!”

“I, uh, I hhhope so. But Kurt… did you see that-that-that they only, uh, only accept 20 st-st-st-students a year? I… I think it would be a good… a good idea to have a backup, uh, plan.”

“You don’t think I’m good enough?” Kurt sounded hurt.

Blaine quickly leaned forward, gathering Kurt’s hands in his and drawing his gaze.

“No, no, sweetie, no, of-of course I do. But… e-e-everyone gets rejected from a-a-a-at least one or-or t-two colleges, Kurt. My…my father went to Harvard Law but even he didn’t get in everywhere.”

Kurt’s nose wrinkled in concern. “He didn’t?”

“He didn’t,” Blaine confirmed. "He was re-re-re—he didn’t get in to-to Colum-Columbia. And he got a-a-a-a-a perfect score on the SAT. He’s the one who —told me how important it is to-to-to apply to several schools, including a few ssssafety choices.”

Kurt sat back in stunned silence. “I thought the hard part was choosing the school… I had no idea. How many schools have you applied to so far, Blaine?” Panic was starting to creep into Kurt’s voice.

“Um, five so far.”

“So far?” Kurt’s voice cracked on the second word and he ran his fingers through his hard, something he only did when he was highly stressed. Blaine felt a sympathetic pang in his chest. “Well, which ones? Is it too late for me to apply to them too?”

“N-no, I don’t—I don’t th-th-think the deadline has-has-has —passed for any of them yet. I, um, let me think. I… applied to CUNY, NYU, Cornell, Northwestern, and-and-and Ohio State.”

“You want to go to Ohio State?” Kurt looked mildly scandalized.

“N-n-no.”

“Then why did you apply?” Kurt asked in befuddlement.

“It’s a-a-a…it’s —called a safety, um, school. It’s just in—just in c-c-c-case I don’t, I don’t get in anywhere, um, else. I’d r-r-rather go there than-than n-nowhere, you know? —Besides, my father said you-you-you-you can al-al-al-al-always transfer after a year.”

“Oh. Well, I guess there’s no harm in that.”

Well, that could have gone a lot worse. Blaine let out a contented sigh. He had managed to talk to Kurt about this delicate topic without embarrassing him.

“I, um, I-I-I can help you with the, uh, uh, um, the, uh, the research if you want.”

“That would be amazing, actually. I’m suddenly feeling very overwhelmed by this whole thing.”

“Happy to help. It is our fu-fu-future, after all. That’s always worth p-p-p-putting in a bit of work for.”

Kurt’s worried expression melted into a fond smile.

“Th-th-th-there’s this one program, actually—“

Suddenly, Blaine was flat on his back, looking up into Kurt’s mischievous eyes.

“Tomorrow, Blaine. We can start tomorrow. Tonight, I have other plans.”

Kurt didn't have to tell him twice.

[secretlynestaarcheron]

ANGSTMAS DAY TWO

Nessian AU // “I fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

word count: 1753

TW: mild swearing 

Nesta pulls her books to her chest as she leans against the lockers, her eyes scanning the crowded hall until they land on their target. Cassian Valeris. He was across the hall from him, pulling books out of his own locker as two of his teammates joke loudly around him. 

“What are you looking at?” Mor asks, turning to face the same direction as Nesta, as her eyes land on Cassian she scoffs and turns back to her locket. “Seriously, you're still on this? You’ve had a crush on him for way too long, it's time to throw in the towel.” 

Nesta turns to face Mor, leaning her head against the locker as she watches her friend intently. “Maybe you’re right,” she mumbles, but Mor wasn’t right. At the beginning of the term Cassian and Nesta had been paired together for a lab assignment. They would meet together in the library to work on the project and the meetings just continued after the project was submitted. 

Mor turns to give her a pointed look. “He doesn’t even look your way,” Mor retorts. Nesta smiles sheepishly, hiding it behind her books, she wonders what Mor would say if she saw how Cassian looked at her hidden in the shelves of the library. How he looked at her before they kissed. “What about Tomas?” 

Nesta’s eyes moved to the other side of the hall where Tomas was talking to a friend, he would look over at her occasionally. Nesta rolls her eyes. “No thank you,” she replies. “Tomas is a creep. He flirts with freshmen.”

“I am just trying to get you to live a little. You graduate in two months and you haven’t even had a boyfriend yet,” Mor replies, closing her locker with a loud snap. “I want you to head to college with some experience.” 

Nesta shoves Mor lightly as the bell rings. “I have a free period, see you at lunch?” Nesta asks. 

Mor waves her hand. “I’ll have three more candidates by then!” she yells as she moves up the stairs. 

Nesta pulls on the strings of her hoodie as she makes her way to the back of the library, she sits down at the table dropping her backpack on the seat beside her as she pulls out her phone and mindlessly scrolls through instagram. She couldn’t help but think about what Mor was saying earlier. 

She liked Cassian and he seemed to like her, but why hadn’t he asked to take this a step forward? He started texting her more, he would leave notes in her backpack for her to find, and they would sit together every free period. They were basically dating. 

She feels his large arms snake around her waist as he leans over to kiss her cheek. She pulls away from him to turn towards him. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes questioning as he pulls away from her enough to look at her face clearly. 

She shrugs, setting her phone on the table. “I’ve just been thinking,” she replies. He moves to the other side of the table and sits down across from her, looking at her expectantly. “What is this?” she moves her hands around. 

He looks around before looking back at her and giving her a small smile. “This is a library,” he retorts sarcastically. She gives him a look and he chuckles. “You mean, like what’s you and me?” she nods. He stops for a minute, fiddling with the straps of his backpack. “Is this not enough for you?” 

Nesta pauses, “Hiding in the back of the library is enough for you?” she asks. 

He gives her a crooked smile, “Being here with you is enough for me,” he replies reaching over to grab her hand. She looks down at their intertwined fingers and glances back up at him. She pulls her hand back towards him. “We’ve been sitting here every monday, wednesday, and friday for six months. I told you about my mother dying and my biggest insecurities. You call me after practices and tell me about how you’re scared about getting injured and losing your scholarship because that’s the only way you can afford college.” 

Nesta pauses and Cassian stares down at the table. She grabs her backpack. “You leave me notes in my backpack that tell me the things you admire about me but you can’t take me out on a date? You can’t hold my hand in the hallways? You can’t even look at me outside of this library,” she snaps. “Why?” 

He swallows the lump in his throat and looks up at her. “I-,” he begins and Nesta holds her breath as she waits for what he’s going to say. “I am sorry, Nes.” 

She doesn’t bother to ask what he’s apologizing for. He’s sorry that he can’t give her what she wants, a relationship. She knows it’s because of who she is and who he is. The star captain of the football team and the girl who no one will remember at the reunion. 

She doesn’t see him for the rest of the day. She doesn’t see that charming smile or those bright eyes until she stumbles upon an instagram post with him. They had won their game tonight, she didn’t even realize they had a game. 

She throws her phone under her pillow and walks back over to her desk. She had two months left at this school and then she’s off to an IVY league school where she would find like minded people. She just needed to get out of this town. 

She mindlessly flips through her history textbook, scrawling out a few notes every now and then. Her eyes are heavy with sleep. The light on her phone fills the room and she feels the vibration of someone calling her. 

She reaches over and grabs it, seeing a pic she snapped of Cassian in the library fill her screen. Her finger hovers over the accept button, she finally pushes and brings the phone to her ear. “Hello?” she asks weakly, biting her thumb nail as she waits for what he is going to say. 

“Nesta?” he yells, she can hear music and laughter behind him. “Nesta!” he exclaims again. “I didn’t think you would pick up!” 

She frowns when he hears the slurring of his words. She remembers the hurt she felt this morning, he only called her because he was drunk. “How much have you had to drink?” she asks, falling against her bed and staring up at the ceiling. 

He laughs a little too loudy. She hadn’t heard him like this before. Maybe he wasn’t the sweet boy that would whisper her kind words to her in between the shelves. “Nesta, come on, don’t be like that,” he retorts. 

She cringes. Don’t be like what? “You’re the one drunk calling me, Cassian. What do you want?” she asks, slightly annoyed now. 

A door shuts and the music and laughter stops. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation earlier,” he replies, his words slurring together and she rolls on her side waiting to hear what comes next. “I fucking love you Nesta. I’ve never been able to open up as much as I’ve opened up to you.” 

She pauses, biting her bottom lip. Her heart fluttered at the words, she had been waiting for this for months. She shakes her head, “Tell me this when you're sober, Cassian. I don’t care for drunk confessions.” 

He groans, “Don’t be like the Nesta. We know each other.” 

She sits up and runs a hand through her hair. “Do we know each other? I never thought you would be the kind of person that would need to get drunk to tell me how you feel,” she replies. 

“Nes, Nesta, Nessie,” he begs. She cringes. “Did you hear what I said? I love you. I don’t want to lose you. You’re the only one I trust at that damn school.” 

She plays with her hair as she absorbs his words. “So we can go on dates? Walk through the halls together? I can come to your games and wear your jersey? I can tell the world that I am yours and your mine?” she questions. 

There’s a long pause. “I can’t-, you know I can’t, but we can still meet at the library and maybe talk more on the phone,” he says. “I need to be focused on football, I have to be focused on football. You know that.” 

She did know that, more than anyone she guessed. He told her worries almost every night. “Then perhaps you should stick with football and not bother about having a secret girlfriend,” she says her voice stern. She could feel the regret burning in her chest. Her heart wanted her to say yes, that even a small piece of him was enough for her but she knew deep down she wouldn’t be happy long term. She wouldn’t be able to tell those girls that fawned all over him to back off. She wouldn’t be able to go to the movies with him or out to dinner. 

“Nes, don’t be like that, do you not love me?” he asks. 

She rolls her eyes, “This isn’t about if I love you, it’s about if you love me enough to be seen with me in public, I am not about to be your dirty little secret.” 

“Haven’t you enjoyed being together?” he asks. She's quiet, she didn enjoy their meetings but she wanted more. She craved more. “Please don’t do this. Nes. I need you. I need us. I can’t do this without you.” 

It was the alcohol talking, he didn’t actually care about her, he cared about losing something he had control over. She was his little secret, something that was only his, he didn’t have to share with the team or his foster siblings. She was his. She wasn’t anyones but herself. “You’ve been doing it just fine for three and a half years, you’ll be fine,” she replies and with that she hangs up the phone. 

The rest of the night, her phone buzzed every few minutes with apologies from Cassian, but she couldn’t bear to respond. She would be hurt for a while, but she would go to school not as innocent as Mor once thought. She would go to school with a newfound respect for herself and what she deserves. 

[samwritesforyou]

Booked

Diego x reader (the whole family is present at the beginning but as time goes on becomes more Diego-centric)

Summary: You have a summer house that is far away from any big cities, you’ve inherited it from your great-great-parents and you want to prove to your friends that you cannot possibly make an income out of it. So you submit the house at booking dot com for the lowest price possible. Your plan was working for years and you’ve been happy and content just by growing your own food and participating in the village’s community, completely forgetting about the offer you presented on booking. Until one day, seven siblings arrive at your place, saying they reserved themselves the whole house for the eternity of summer.

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, swear words (? but just a couple, mainly from Five)

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: settling is post s2, so everyone looks accordingly. umbrella academy gets back into the timeline where no umbrella nor the sparrow academy exists, yet the world is still ending. mostly written out of nostalgia for my own summer house that my family sold years ago and i will never come back there, so i want it to live on at least somewhere

Summers were always hot in this little village that you lived in, especially with the climate change looming over humanity’s ignorant heads.

So you were actually relieved that you finally persuaded a local technician to help you fix the fridge that stopped freezing its insides for good two weeks already.

You just handed her the cash and waved her goodbye, also giving the lady a basket with apples and peaches that grew in your garden. You don’t have enough people eating your fruits and most of it goes into jams anyways.

You waited a little until her car disappeared into the horizon of the bumpy road near your house, seeing as it even got blurry in the end, as the air was literally melting the reality in front of your eyes.

With a swift movement you adjusted a cap on your head, went out of the creaky gate - which green color was peeling off into the original black metal that it was made with - and closed it behind yourself with a happy hum.

It was a twenty minutes walk to the nearest convenience store and it gave you just enough time to ponder about the recent weird thing that happened to you.

About three days ago you just got a random payment come to your bank account.

15 Euros. That was it.

No note, no name.

You decided to let it be, even though it did stir your mind in various ways.

Normally, when something like this happens, the bank realises the mistake in the recipient and takes the money back within 24 hours.

Either the person who sent it didn’t care that it went to the wrong place or bank decided to be generous with you.

Whatever the reason was, those 15 Euros could be used now to buy yourself a little more sweets than you usually do.

You never had to complain about how little money you actually have from living here and being more or less self-sufficient, but some random extra cash will make anyone smile in this capitalistic hell that you tried so hard to escape from.

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After you came home you started sorting out groceries that you’ve bought, putting them into the right places.

Upon finishing you just plopped yourself on the bench near the big abandoned table in the room, looking around.

This house used to be alive. With a lot of your family members running around, making noise, sometimes fighting, but always generally just enjoying the good time at this place.

At the end of the extended room was a window, showing you the rest of the garden that you lovingly cared for every single day.

Under the window was a spacious kitchen counter, with a fridge and shelves for ingredients next to it. Then there was the entrance to one of the unused bedrooms with one bed pushed against the wall, which in turn was covered by a red hanging carpet. On a wall, yes.

You stopped tracing the room around with your eyes as you heard some rummaging coming from the outside.

After easily springing to your feet you saw black dots in front of you and your head was spinning. Damn you, iron deficiency!

A few seconds passed and you were collected again, rushing out towards the gates to the property.

You stopped in your tracks as you saw five people literally barging through your piece of land with suitcases and bags, bickering with each other.

Oh, nope. They were six, actually. A very tiny figure closed the gate after all of them made it in and started clumsily going forward on a tiny tartan road that lead all the way to the summer house.

“Klaus, stop fucking pushing around and help me with the bags, maybe?” said a man with longer curly hair and a goatee, clearly agitated at another person, who wasn’t holding anything except some bottle in their hand.

“Oh cut it, you two! We’re almost in the house, come on,” said a woman with straight black hair in the flowery dress and then she noticed that someone blocks their way.

Her eyes landed on you.

“Um... hello?” she said with an awkward smile, attempting a wave in your direction and continued, “are you the owner? We booked your house until the rest of the summer like.. a few days ago.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in the “o” shape, trying to grasp the reality.

So.... someone really booked your summer house after several years of no traction from booking and you had no clue.

That’s what the payment was for!

But..

“Oh,” you said, not knowing how to proceed about the situation, “well, you see.. um... I have nowhere to stay? This is my only home,” you started timidly, rubbing your hands together.

“Oh,” the woman seemed surprised and confused but quickly collected herself, “well, if you have enough beds to keep us all in then it’s no problem, I guess?”

“Yeah? Alright, great!” You smiled at the whole “squad” and looked at them all.

“Uhm.. my name is y/n! Welcome to my summer house, I guess,” you put your hands into the back pockets and shook your head a little into the direction of the house.

“Allison, nice to meet you,” the woman you talked to said, smiling invitingly.

“Diego,” almost spat the guy with the goatee.

“Klaus, darling,” said the person with the bottle in their hand, widening his arms in an invisible hug.

“Luther,” mumbled a big man in the back of them all.. he looked like he’s been through something.

Actually, they all do.

“Vanya,” chirped a girl behind the big- Luther, the corners of her lips lifting ever so lightly.

“Five,” said a child in the front, looking unusually angry, suddenly shortening the distance between the two of you, “as long as you’re out of our business you’re good to stay,” he literally sneered at you, pushing past you and going inside.

That left you kinda shook, but then Allison just apologised for “their brother”, so you decided to ask another question:

“So you’re all a family?”

“Yes, we’re all siblings. Adopted,” she said, actually following you inside, not as the little guy before who let himself in without even knowing the place.

“I think my place is not the best for so many people to sleep at though..” you said quietly, biting your lip.

“That’s why it was so cheap..” Luther wondered, looking around.

You had to calm yourself so you didn’t snap at your guest. You didn’t even know anyone would ever book your house, damn! What were you supposed to do?

In the end you spent some time showing them the rooms, starting with the first one that contained an old-fashioned sink and the water tank near it, which you needed to manually fill up with water, and the drain led to the bucket under it.

Very simple.

In the back of the room there was a dining table, on one side surrounded by the bench and the other with some mismatching chairs.

From this space you proceeded into the extended “hallway” that you stared at before your peace and quiet was ruined.

There was also an ancient literal furnace, on top of which you could actually lay on, you know, as in all the fairytales.

After that, there was another room entrance that contained two beds on each side (one of them pushed under the window), similar to the other room and a coffee table in the middle of the area.

When you all went back to the first place, there was a wooden staircase that led to the second floor.

There were two rooms. One had a king sized bed in the middle of the space, with a closet and various tables around the whole area.

The other one had a working table and a bed in the corner.

“And that is the end of the tour!” you proclaimed, as everyone got seated by the big table in the extended room, while you were making everyone tea and preparing some snacks.

“Great, I sleep on the furnace!” Klaus exclaimed, putting his hands in the air animatedly.

“I guess we can fit all of us in here, actually,” Allison was clearly thinking aloud, counting the members of the family and available sleeping places.

“You’re gonna take one of the beds, right?” she said, pointing at you.

“Uh.. yes! Upstairs, I think. The one with the small bed and a table,” you smiled at her and she nodded.

“Then I’ll be sleeping with Vanya in the king-sized bed and you guys can fight for who’s going to end up sharing the room,” Allison concluded, clearly enjoying herself.

“Funny of you to think I’ll have enough time to sleep, in our situation,” said Five, suddenly coming out from the doorframe into the room.

You didn’t even mention that he wasn’t there when you were explaining the plan of the house.

“What situation? There should always be time to sleep,” you chipped in, carefully smiling at the boy.

“Stay the fuck out of our business, I said,” he gritted through his teeth at you, which left you blinking in surprise as he went away again, out of sight.

“How... old is he again?” you asked with the confusion that a kid would be so rude to a stranger like this.

All of them kind of nervously laughed or mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“It’s complicated,” said Vanya, smiling at you reassuringly.

How the fuck an age of your own brother is complicated?..

You heard the fancy-looking woman - Allison - sigh heavily and turn to you, shrugging.

“It’s just.. when our parents adopted him, he freshly got into the orphanage so he didn’t even have any documents about his birthday, blood type or anything. Apparently, he was really abused by his biological parents. Or whoever else, we don’t even know.”

“Oh.. I’m sorry,” you apologised quickly, biting your lip. Didn’t expect to poke into any painful subjects.

“It’s okay, really, we’ve learned how to take proper care of him,” Allison said, putting her hand on your back with a smile.

When you excused yourself to continue with gardening and went outside, Allison just shook her head.

“Who says ‘it’s complicated’ when someone asks you about their sibling’s age, Vanya?” said Allison in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would settle the matter..” she muttered, playing with her fingers anxiously.

“It’s okay..” she smiled at her sister and then looked around the whole table, “look we’re here for the whole summer, so I think it would be better if we somehow told the owner at least partially about our powers so we’re not hiding all the time. We came here to have a safe space where we could train after all, am I right?” she looked expectantly at Luther who immediately started nodding along, agreeing.

“Or maybe,” started saying Klaus, already getting up from his seat and trying to crawl onto the furnace, skinny legs already dangling in the air, “we can just tell them we’re the umbrella academy, don’t you think?” he concluded, facing a wall with his face.

“But we checked that the umbrella academy doesn’t exist in this universe.. nor any other replacement of us,” reminded her siblings Vanya, fingers still intertwined on the table, firmly put together.

“I’m sure we’ll tell them one way or another,” said Diego, getting up just like his brother, making his way a bit further though, his objective clearly being the fridge.

He opened it and smirked at the beer present there, taking one can with him. His eyes then wondered to the window at the end of the room and he stepped closer, inspecting what is outside.

Apparently it was still their new home’s property, as he saw y/n working in the garden, repotting some plants under the tree.

His gaze stayed on them as he thought about various topics in his head, but then he decided to go out of the house, jumping down the wooden stairs leading to the tartan road, framing the whole garden.

You heard steps behind you, turning your head away from the the plants, only to meet a tall man in front of you, with a can in his hand.

“Hey, uhm..” he nervously put his hand on his neck, scratching it, “I just wanted to ask if it’s cool if I take some beer from the fridge?” he lifted the other hand with the mentioned item, giving it a little shake.

“It’s cool,” you replied, smiling softly at him, and then getting back to work, grabbing the plant by the root, moving it to another hole in the ground.

“Okay..” he retorted, biting his lower lip and scanned the area with his dark eyes.

There was an abandoned greenhouse with broken walls, greenery growing all around it, just next to the fence of the property. To its left was a wooden toilet booth with a typical round-shaped hole in the higher part of the door.

“I’m really sorry, by the way,” you started talking again, now finally done with your objective of the day, now plopping yourself next to Diego on the bench that he was chilling at, the surface creaking from the added weight, “I really thought nobody would *ever* rent this place,” you shrugged with a smile, now looking in front of yourself, closing your eyes and letting sunshine illuminate your face.

“Well.. uh.. then why did you put up on that website anyways?” he asked, clear confusion in his voice.

You sighed, shifting your body a little, getting into more comfortable sitting position, “It was a bet I made with my friends back in the day. A few years ago they told me I could actually rent this place and get income from it, not having to work a day in my life! Yet i told them that it’s not possible, and I wanted to prove that I was right by putting the advertisement,” you finished, finally opening your eyes, tilting your head at your new acquaintance.

You caught him staring at you, so he quickly turned away, now getting quite a violent sip out of the beer can.

“You should’ve put some timing on that bet then.. Let’s say, if it doesn’t get traction after two years you’ll finally delete the posting,” he said, after gulping some liquid.

That made you laugh and you couldn’t look away from him. His features were so.. delicate.

“Yeah, you’re actually right!” you admitted, slapping your thighs in excitement.

“Diego, my precious brother!” you two suddenly heard from the entrance to the house.

You lifted your eyes and saw a slender confide getting closer to you both, the man walking barefoot.

“Five said we’re all needed for a ‘family meeting’,” the guy literally put an air quotes with his free hand that wasn’t holding a glass, saying it in the mockingly serious tone, “so you better come with me and stop bothering this lovely person, alright?” he then proceeded sweetly, extending a hand towards Diego with a wide smile.

“God.. alright,” he answered and to your surprise took his hand, now brothers going away into the house, Diego briefly looking back at you, “Let’s talk later.”

You just nodded, finding yourself still smiling long before they were gone.

What is this funny feeling in the pit of your stomach?..

And why is one of their family members called by a number instead of a name?!

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It was only the second day of your coexistence with the Hargreeves but it was already a wild ride.

Normally your morning looked like this;

You would wake up at a reasonable hour, maybe like.. 9am. You would go down the stairs from your room and make yourself some breakfast. While eating you’d either read a book or just listen to some music from your phone.

Then you’d do daily tasks, so taking care of the garden or some house maintenance, or both.

Then you’d do everything special that needs to be done only once in a while: a meeting with a friend, grocery shopping, attending a meeting with your neighbours where you decide on further upgrades of the village.

Then you’d draw some commissions, if there were any and after all of this you’d have late lunch that normally turned into dinner, concluding your day with doing your hobbies or rarely taking out your laptop and browsing the internet.

“Rise and shiiine!” you heard somewhere from downstairs, for some reason that person was also ringing a bell, making you immediately sit up in your bed.

You turned your head towards the mirror that hung across your sleeping space on the wall and you could see your hair standing up in different directions, cowlick upon cowlick.

You also felt tired, kind of not used to that feeling and shifted your half-closed eyes to the alarm clock near you.

It was... a bit past 7am. Who are those people to wake up that early?!

You lazily got up from the bed, yawning and stretching your arms up, feeling a few cracks here and there.

“Good morning!” first half of the sentence was muffled by the closed door to your room, but that quickly changed as it burst open, Klaus marching right in, his voice now uncomfortably loud for your sleepy ears, “I thought it would be nice to have breakfast all together and make you feel a part of the family, wouldn’t it?” he said with a genuine smile, looking at you.

You were sitting on your bed in pyjamas, hair all over the place, most unamused expression on the face, eyes half opened.

“Not a morning person?” he mused, tilting his head at you, “well, feel free to join or sleep more, I wouldn’t judge,” he continued and you saw in literal slow motion as he lifted his hand with a bell in hand, shaking it hard as he marched out of your room just in the same manner as he came in just seconds ago.

“BREAKFAST!!” he yelled with at least two octaves lower at his siblings, still ringing the bell that now was resonating in your brain in a highest pitch possible, making your head hurt.

Great morning.

But despite the general morning grumpiness you did find it endearing that Klaus decided to include you in their activities, making you feel less alone and - quite funnily - welcomed in your own house.

You slowly went down the stairs, hearing the lower floor full of different voices and it made your heart clench. You immediately thought of your family that made it feel alive like this in the past and a warm smile appeared on your face, as the Hargreeves huddled up around the smaller table in the room you descended from the stairs into, all making your appearance feel natural.

“Good morning,” you passed Luther that nodded in your direction alongside the phrase, as you went into the bigger room, seeing Allison cooking by the stove, window open.

“Oh hey, you’re up,” she said with a smile, “can you pass me some milk?” she asked, extending her hand into the air, already expecting said item.

“Sure!!” you hurriedly opened the fridge, giving her the thing she requested and she continued cooking.

You slowly looked around, seeing a blanket and some different things like cigarette boxes and teddy bears on top of the furnace, which made you realise that someone from the family has clearly claimed it to be their place for sleeping and you found it adorable.

“You can go sit with the others, I’ll bring it all in when it’s ready, Allison said, adjusting her black hair so it didn’t get in the way of preparing food.

“Oh.. okay!” you chirped, with a smile going back to the first room, and finding an empty seat between Diego and Klaus.

You almost sat already when Klaus sprang to his feet and took you by the shoulders, making you freeze on the spot, eyes wide.

“Klaus?” you asked, confused, “is that seat taken?”

“By Allison,” Diego quickly responded before his brother had any chance to and then the skinny man sat back on his chair, nodding with an awkward smile on his face.

“Yes, exactly. Sorry y/n,” he sighed and shrugged, clearly playing along Diego’s words, but you just let it go.

Instead you sat next to Luther, whom already opened his mouth but Vanya looked at him with a forced smile, raising a brow. At that, the big guy closed his mouth again, without making a sound.

Something.. is weird here. You shifted a bit in your seat, biting your lower lip.

The kid wasn’t here at all, you just noticed.

Then finally Allison came with the food and your anxiety lessened, as everyone started cheering for wonderful pancakes that she made.

She already wanted to sit on the seat that the guys told you was reserved for her, when suddenly Klaus did the same to her as he did to you.

“Klaus,” Diego hissed in a low voice.

Allison just looked at her brother, expression just as confused as yours was.

“What?” Allison deadpanned, putting a hand to her hip.

There was a brief second of silence until Klaus just burst into an emotional speech.

“Look, I know we’re all pretending that we’re normal in front of y/n but you all know that Ben always sits next to me and he’s sitting here right now, yet you all wanna make it seem like he doesn’t exist? I’m sorry that he’s a ghost, I’m sure he didn’t want to die either!” then after a moment he added, “Right, brother dear?” looking at an empty space near him.

Your brain clearly wasn’t catching up to what was just being said.

Pretending to be normal?..

“Great. Just fucking great, Klaus. I bet Ben would move, understanding the situation!” Allison waved her hands at him and the chair next to him with an annoyed voice.

“We just blew our cover, guys,” said Diego with pursed lips, looking absentmindedly at the table filled with food.

Soon enough they all started arguing and only when there was a sudden blue light in the room, and the kid appeared literally out of the thin air in front of your eyes, everyone fell silent, looking at him.

“Guys, I just did a search around the neighbourhood and—“ his blue eyes met with yours, full of shock and denial of what you just saw, “shit.”

He clicked his tongue and frowned and that was positively the last thing you remember before losing consciousness, everything around you turning black.

Too much of supernatural for one morning, that’s for sure.

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[hadtochangemyurlquick]

it’s work in progress wednesday so here’s a little goodfoe one shot that i can’t decide if i like and is mostly just me exploring leah and shelby’s relationship. also there’s some religion in there that i’m sure i fucked up.

Shelby doesn’t remember the dream, but she wakes to Toni’s arm thrown over her, reaching for Shelby’s phone as she attempts to hit the snooze alarm.

She spends most of the morning feeling queasy, a little nauseous, as Toni spends most of the morning exchanging grunts with her and muddling through coffee. It’s half past nine when Toni is awake enough, presses her arms around Shelby, kisses her neck. Toni’s arms have always, instinctively, made Shelby relax, like her body knows it’s safe.

Her skin feels like its falling off in awful flakes and she can barely breathe when she pushes Toni away.

“Um—”

“Would you give me some space? Jesus Christ, I can’t have a minute to myself?”

“Uh—” Toni reaches out a hand and Shelby finds herself in a corner, rock and a hard place, burning up.

“Don’t touch me!”

Toni flinches, “I just—”

Shelby pushes past her, eight steps to the bathroom in this tiny damned apartment, and upchucks in the toilet.

“Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.”

She is only spitting up bile now, Toni is calling her name. The door is locked.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”

She’s trapped, she’s trapped, she’s trapped. She made the wrong choice, everything is falling apart, her skin is flaking off.

"But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come.”

Shelby leans against the wall, closes her eyes as she feels her stomach gracefully settle, now empty. The bitter taste along her mouth lingers, and she doesn’t realize she’s praying.

“For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever.” And ever. And ever. And ever.

She is trapped here, and it’s ruined.

The pounding at the door has stopped, Shelby gets to her feet.

Toni almost falls through the door when Shelby opens it, her eyes are wide and red rimmed.

“I’m going out,” Shelby tells her. “Don’t follow me.”

“Shelby wait—”

The apartment is so small Toni doesn’t have time to finish her sentence before Shelby makes a jailbreak, she’s wearing house shoes, and it’s freezing outside but what should she expect it’s Minnesota?

God, what in the world is she doing in a tiny ass town in rural Minnesota?

Her skin is baked, she’s so hot, it’s flaking off, joining that mushy gray slush on the ground that Toni told her will stick around through March.

“Hey girl hey! You’re on speakerphone with Dot in the car, because I am driving because that is all you fuckin do in LA,” Fatin answered on the first ring.

“My skin is flaking off,” Shelby says. And then, to specify, “I can’t breathe and I’m dying and it’s too hot and I think my fingers are turning blue.”

“Hey, breathe with me okay, it’s going to be—”

Shelby hangs up.

The entire world is falling apart, she’s trapped and she’s nothing, and she’s going to die and die alone for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and

“Hey,” Leah picks up on the fifth ring.

“Leah,” Shelby sobs, the name a prayer, a lifeline. “It’s ruined, everything is ruined, I’m trapped and my skin is flaking off and I’m dying and I can’t breathe and—and—and—and—”

Someone sobbing interrupts her and she’s relieved to realize it’s not Leah.

“Are you around anything sharp?” Leah asks.

Shelby blinks, she looks around, “No.”

“What about a body of water?”

“No.”

“Any motor ways?”

“Maybe a five minute walk?”

“Okay, are you sitting?”

Shelby nods, realizes Leah can’t see that, “Yes.”

“You need to stand up,” Shelby stands. “Stand in the opposite direction of the road, and start walking.” Shelby starts walking. “Your skin isn’t falling off, you aren’t dying, you’re breathing, nothing is ruined, you aren’t trapped.”

“My skin isn’t falling off, I’m not dying, I’m breathing, nothing is ruined, I’m not trapped.”

“Stop running,” Leah tells her and Shelby hadn’t realized she had started. “Nothing is chasing you.”

“Nothing is chasing me.”

She doesn’t believe the words but she and Leah have played this game before, the only way to win is by playing the game again, some different day.

“Did I wake you up? The time difference—I always forget.”

“No,” Leah says. “I haven’t slept since I got the restraining order.”

Shelby nods. “I want that man in prison for you, Leah.”

“I know you do.” And every time someone says something like that to her it always sounds like Leah comes a little closer to believing the sentiment herself.

Shelby is still walking, she might walk until her feet hurt, or her bad ankle feels like it wants to fall off.

“Was it a nightmare?” Leah asks.

“You know I still pray,” Shelby says. “I prayed so often for so long it’s like—it’s instinct, it’s like my brain just goes there when I’m struggling like a reflex. Only sometimes I’ll be praying and repeating the words and I don’t even believe them. And I’m just sitting there in my prayer wondering where the hell I go from here. Maybe I do go to hell.”

Leah hums.

“I don’t think I’m okay, Leah,” Shelby confides. “I still felt safer than I ever have on that damn island.”

“I hate my therapist, I hate that it’s working, that I don’t obsess over things in the same way, that I can feel myself changing and I’m afraid of this new person. At least I knew who I was on the island.”

“That’s not who you are,” Shelby argues. “This is who you are. This person, who I’m talking to right now.”

Leah is quiet for a long time, she always is. She always plans her words a million years in advance, especially during these calls.

“Do you really feel trapped?”

Shelby wants to cry again, “No.”

“What do you feel?”

“Like I’m on the edge of a cliff and I don’t know which side is solid ground.”

“Was it a nightmare?” Leah asks again, because neither let the other get away with anything for very long.

“I think so.”

“You’re not gonna die if you fall off the cliff,” Leah tells her. Shelby swallows hard. “I’m telling the truth.”

“You promise?”

“Train wrecks unite,” Leah tells her. “Now call Toni.”

She hangs up, and Shelby opens her phone to a million missed calls from everyone. She blocks them all and calls Toni.

“Hey,” Her voice is breathless. “Where are you?”

Shelby looks around, “I don’t—” her voice breaks, she tries to muffle a sob, “Toni, I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, hey that’s okay. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Toni keeps talking to her as Shelby hears her leave the apartment, start the pickup they bought from Martha’s mom for cheap, drive down that old highway with the potholes from the winter the city refuses to acknowledge. There’s some breaking of branches, before Toni is behind her. Toni comes up slow but Shelby falls into her, terrified.

“I’m sorry.”

She’s shaking in Toni’s arms and Toni just tightens up on her,

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done—

“Sometimes I feel like I’m the worst person on the planet,” Shelby whispers, “just for loving you. Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating God, just because I’m happy. Sometimes I feel like there is no God and I’ve been cheated, and whoever I am just crumbles into nothing. I don’t know if I am anyone anymore, I don’t know why you’re with me.”

—on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

“I feel like the whole world is spinning on one axis, and I’m spinning on the other,” Shelby finishes.

Toni finally pulls away, hands still on Shelby’s biceps, Shelby still shaking under them.

“I’m with you because I love you,” Toni says. “What else is there?”

And there’s nothing else, is there?

When it all was stripped away, their hygiene and the fluoride in their water supply, their history and their secrets and their family and their responsibilities to everything but basic survival—all that was left was love. Love for each other, and their lives back home, and for the dead, and the world, and a hundred other things they hadn’t loved since they were little. Like the way the sky looks just before sunset, or the way it smells after it rains, and chocolate chip cookies their mom made for them after they got home from school. Like old people struggling to carry their grocery bags, or the kids with cancer when those ads came on the TV to donate, or the homeless man that always smiled at them.

That was all that was left, that love. And the love for each other.

There is no intrinsic reason why Shelby should love Dot and Fatin, or Rachel or Leah. There is no reason why she should love Nora and Martha. There is no reason why she should love her parents, her siblings. There is no reason why she should love Becca Gilroy.

There is no reason why she should love Toni Shalifoe.

But there is a reason, isn’t there? She loves Toni because she loves her.

Maybe Leah was right, that falling off a cliff won’t kill her. That’s faith isn’t it? Trust, blindly, openly, love because you love.

“I can’t walk home,” Shelby says. “My ankle it—”

“I’ve got you,” Toni says.

She does.

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Tri-Wizard Tournament

Request: Yes / No  Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you're taking requests for harry potter? If so I was wondering if you could write a cedric diggory x sibling reader/ draco x reader where the reader basically goes though everything cedric went through in the movie and just lots of angst and fluff and stuff! I understand if you don't get to this, thanks love!♡ (Btw the reader can be any house!) Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Diggory!Reader

Word count: 5415

Warnings: Death and sadness!

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Back at Hogwarts, home sweet home. We were all settled in at our tables and I smiled at my brother from across the room. I was upset when I wasn’t put in the same house as my slightly older brother Cedric, but I was happy with Ravenclaw. I then glanced over at my boyfriend Draco Malfoy. People were a little shocked that he was with someone from another house, but I was also a Pure-blood, something his parents were very happy with. My family on the other hand weren’t the happiests, but they tried not to bother me about it. 

Everyone was chatting about their summers and catching up with friends. Dumbledor got up and quieted everyone down. It took a moment, but the room was soon quiet. 

“Now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” He was cut off by Filch running up to him and whispering something to him. He ran off and Dumbledor stood up straight again. 

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more on that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.” He said and the doors opened. Girls dressed in blue came in dancing and butterflies flew into the air. They got to the front and bowed, the guys stared in awe as the girls glared at them. I took a glance at Draco and he was also staring, I sent him a glare. He noticed me and quickly looked down. I rolled my eyes, boys… 

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Drumstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.” Dumbledor said and the doors opened once again. A bunch of strong looking guys walked in and the girls started staring, while the boys glared. I couldn’t help myself, Draco sent me a glare and I gave him a sorrowful smile. He rolled his eyes and started glaring at the guys that just walked in. Everyone sat down and the feast began. 

Once everyone ate, Dumbledor stood up once again.

“Your attention please!” He called gaining everyone’s attention. 

“I would like to saw a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-Wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.” He introduced and a man stood up. Suddenly thunder roared through the room and it started raining. People started screaming and panicking, I looked around confused. Someone casted a spell and I looked over to see Mad-Eye Moody standing off to the side. 

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore greeted him. 

“That stupid roof.” He grumbled back and took a drink. 

“After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This decision is final.” Mr. Crouch said. Everyone that was under seventeen started booing and causing a fuss. I didn’t care, seeing as I could still participate. 

“Silence!” Dumbledore boomed. He casted a spell and the box that was behind him revealed a goblet with blue flames. 

“The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour of Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. And from this moment the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun!” He said. 

As soon as we were sent to our houses, everyone walked out. Draco pulled me to the side and his eyes narrowed at me. 

“What was that about?” He asked and I raised a brow at him. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked. 

“I saw you staring at those guys.” He growled and I scoffed. 

“You were staring at those girls.” I pointed out. 

“I-I wasn’t-”

“Merlin, Draco, I saw you don’t even try and lie to me. You were bloody drooling over them.” I said rolling my eyes.

“And you weren’t?” He scoffed. 

“Draco please, this is ridiculous.” I said. 

“You’re mine.” He growled and I smirked at him. 

“I know love.” I said and walked off. 

A few days later I was walking to the Goblet to put my name in. As I was walking someone grabbed me to stop me. I turned around to see my brother. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Putting my name in the Goblet, obviously.” I said. 

“No, it’s dangerous.” He said and I noticed he too had his name on a piece of parchment. 

“So? You’re putting your name in.” I said. 

“I’m older.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“By a year Ced, I’m putting my name in.” I said turning back around, but he stopped me once again. 

“No way! You’re going to get hurt.” He said. 

“Ced, I love you, but I’m doing this. I’m not scared.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Please don’t do this.” He begged. 

“I won’t if you won’t.” I said. 

“But-” 

“That’s what I thought.” I said turning on my heel and walking into the room. Everyone cheered when they saw Cedric and he was loving it. He put his name in the Goblet and again they cheered. I walked up and placed my name in, smiling at my brother. He shook his head at me and I heard people whispering about how I was crazy for putting my name in. The Weasley twins came running in and all attention was on them now. I slipped out of the room and was walking back to my common room. Again some grabbed me and I turned to see Draco. 

“Have you lost it?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Not you too…” I groaned. 

“Did you not hear how it’s dangerous? What if something happens to you?” He asked. 

“I’m not afraid, I want to do this.” I said and he shook his head. 

“No, this is crazy!” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Imagine if I win, how incredible would that be? I’d be a legend!” I said. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked after a moment. 

“Can’t really take it back now, but yes I really do.” I said and he sighed. 

“I’m still going to hope you don’t get picked.” He said and I smiled. 

“Do that all you want love, but I’ll be hoping for the opposite.” I said and kissed him. 

It was finally Thursday and I was so anxious and excited. Everyone was gathered in the Goblet room, waiting for the names to be announced. 

“Sit down please.” Dumbledore called into the room. Everyone quieted down and looked on with both excitement and anxiousness. 

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champions selection!” He said. He walked over to the Goblet and the blue flame turned red, then spit out the first name. 

“The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!” He announced and the Durmstrang boys cheered. The flame turned red again and another name came out. 

“The champion from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!” He announced. The girl cheer as Fleur walked up. The flame was once again red and the last name came out. 

“The Hogwarts champion, Y/N Diggory!” He announced and I smiled, getting up. I walked down, took my name, and followed the other two into the other room. 

That was the start of the tournament. It was all normal, except instead of three champions there were four, the great Harry Potter somehow got his name in the Goblet. People were rooting for me to win over Harry. They were insulting him nonstop and I honestly felt bad. Everyone seemed to be wearing bandages someone made, all insulting Harry. Currently I was hanging out with my brother and friends, they were insulting Harry, but my brother and I were staying out of it, mostly. Cedric was laughing at their jokes and insults, while I was sitting there a bit uncomfortable. I sat on the bench and noticed Harry walking our way. 

“Can I have a word?” He asked me and I nodded. We walked away from our friends and my friends were trying to call me back, but I ignored them. 

“Dragons. That’s the first task. They’ve got one for each of us.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“Are you serious? And the others, Fleur and Krum, do they…?” I trailed off. 

“Yes.” He answered. 

“Right, hey Harry, listen about the badges. I had nothing to do with it, I’ve asked them not to wear it, but-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said cutting me off and walking off. I sighed and shook my head. I feel so bad… I turned to go back to my friend, but someone’s voice stopped me. 

“Why so tense Potter? My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t think you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five.” Draco teased with a laugh. 

“I don’t give a damn what you or your Father thinks Malfoy. He’s vile and cruel, and you’re just pathetic.” Harry said to him and I sighed. This wasn’t going to end well… I turned back around to see Harry walking off and Draco getting ready to cast a jinx most likely. Mad-Eye walks over and turned Draco into a ferret. 

“Draco!” I called and rushed over to the scene. 

“I’ll teach you to cast when someone’s back is turned.” Mad-Eye growled. 

“Professor Moody, what are you doing?” Professor McGonagall asked walking over as well. 

“Teaching.” Mad-Eye answered. 

“Is that a student?” She asked, shocked. 

“Technically it’s a ferret.” He answered. He then sent him into Crabbe’s pants. Goyle tried to pull him out but apparently Draco bit him. Everyone was laughing and I glared at my brother for being one of them. Draco ends up on the ground and McGonagall turns him back. 

“My Father will hear about this!” Draco shouted. 

“Is that a threat?” Mad-Eye growled holding up his wand and Draco runs off. I glare at the crazy professor and run after him. 

“Draco!” I call and he stops running. 

“Are you alright?” I asked, gently grabbing his face. 

“That was utterly humiliating.” He groaned. 

“I’m sorry love, but I’m sure everyone will forget about it tomorrow when the tournament really starts.” I said, offering him a smile. 

“Then I just have to worry about you.” He said with a sigh. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said and kissed him. 

Everyone was pacing around the tent waiting for things to start. We heard the roars of the dragons and that only raised our anxiety. Cedric had stopped by wishing me luck and telling me to be careful, same with Draco, but they left soon after. Soon enough Dumbledore walked in with others following him. 

“Good day champions. Gather round please.” He said and we all gathered in a circle. 

“Now you’ve all waited, you’ve wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate.” He said and looked around at all of us. 

“What are you doing here Miss. Granger?” He asked when he noticed Hermione here, she had been visiting Harry. 

“Oh um… Sorry, I’ll just go.” She said awkwardly and slipped out. 

“Barty. The bag.” Dumbledore said and Mr. Crouch held open a bag. 

“Champions, in a circle around me. Miss. Delacour over here, Mr. Krum, and Potter over here.” He said moving us around slightly. 

“Right, Miss. Delacour, if you will…” He said holding the bag open for her. Flure reached in and took out a little green dragon. 

“The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum.” He said and Viktor took one out. 

“The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh.” He said. He moved to me and I pulled one out. 

“The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves…” He said and turned to Harry. He took out the last dragon. 

“The Hungarian Horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you much do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?” He asked and no one had any. 

“Very well. Good luck champions. Miss. Diggory the sound of the cannon…” Dumbledore was cut off by Filch firing the cannon. Everyone was cheering and I took a deep breath. Everyone left and I was getting ready to walk out. 

“Good luck.” Harry said and I smiled at him. 

“You as well.” I said and walked through the tent. I looked around at everyone and suddenly didn’t feel nervous. The dragon crawled out and cried into the air. I needed to think quickly and pulled out my wand. I casted the transfiguration spell and turned one of the rocks into a dog to try and distract the dragon. Lucky for me it worked and I rushed for the egg. I was just about to grab it when flames engulfed part of my face. I shrieked in pain, but dove for the egg anyway. I held it up and people came and got a hold of the dragon. I was quickly brought to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was quick to help me. My brother, Father, and Draco were the first to visit me. 

“Y/N/N, are you alright?” Cedric asked, rushing over to me. 

“I’m find Ced, it’s just a little burn. Nothing that can’t be fixed, right Madam Pomfrey?” I asked and she smiled at me. 

“That’s correct.” She said finishing up. 

“It’ll take a few days to heal, but you’ll be good as new.” She said and I smiled. 

“Thank you.” I said and she left to go treat other students. 

“I told you you shouldn’t have done this.” Both Draco and Cedric said at the same time. 

“At least you two can agree on something.” I said rolling my eyes. My Father laughed and smiled at me. 

“She’ll be fine you two, She’s strong.” He said and I smiled. 

“Thanks Dad, at least you understand.” I said. 

The next few days I was in recovery, and I never heard the end of how dangerous the tournament was from both Draco and my brother. When I was finally better and out of the hospital wing we had the whole day off from classes. Professor Flitwick gathered all the Ravenclaws up and we were separated by boys and girls. He was telling us about the Yule Ball and how on Christmas Eve night everyone would gather in the great hall for the party. He informed me as well as everyone that I would be having the first dance along with the other champions. So today was our dance lesson. It was honestly great to learn and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Draco was going to ask me. 

Over the next week I was waiting for Draco to ask me, but he hasn’t yet. I’ve had a few other guys ask me, but I politely declined. I was sitting on the edge of the fountain trying to figure out a way to open this stupid egg without it blasting my eardrums out. 

“Y/N?” I looked up to see Draco walking over to me. He looked nervous, but I gave him a smile. 

“Hello love.” I said. He smiled, but pulled out a box from behind his back and handed it to me. 

“What’s this?” I asked, 

“Open it.” He said and I undid the perfectly done green bow. I took the top off the silver colored box and gasped. Inside was a pair of emerald earrings and a sapphire necklace. 

I looked up at him in both awe and confusion. 

“Will you do me the honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?” He asked and I hopped up, attacking him in a hug. 

“Of course Draco! Also these are beautiful.” I said looking back down at the box. 

“I didn’t know if you had a dress already, but if not was I hoping I could convince you to wear a green one?” He asked and I smiled. 

“Sorry love, I already have one. My Mother sent me a dress. It’s blue and silver, but I will still gladly wear these earrings.” I said and gave him a peck. 

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He said and kissed me deeper. 

“Draco, stop, I really need to work on getting this egg open.” I said, pushing him away with a smile. 

“Come on love, you could use a break from this stupid egg.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist. 

“I just want to know how to open this damn thing.” I said with a sigh. 

A few weeks went by and it was finally time for the Yule Ball. I got dressed and put on the jewelry that Draco had gotten for me. I did a blue and silver eye makeup with winged eyeliner, and finished the look off with a nude pink tinted lip. 

I smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing… I walked down to the great hall. Everyone stared at me in awe and Draco smiled at me. He met me at the bottom of the steps and kissed my hand. 

“You look beautiful love. Absolutely perfect.” He said and I blushed. 

“You look very handsome too, Draco.” I said. 

“Shall we?” He asked, offering me his arm. 

“We shall.” I said taking it. We walked over to the entrance. Professor McGonagall placed us in order and we waited for the cue to walk in. Soon we were motioned to enter and we walked in to everyone clapping and cheering. Each of us got in position and waited for the music to start. Draco and I were dancing expertly and soon other people joined in. 

The night was filled with dancing, laughter, and eating. Draco and I have been inseparable all night. The Weird Sisters even performed some songs, it was a perfect night. Draco had pulled me away and ran to an empty hall. He suddenly stopped and pushed me against the wall.

“I hate seeing them stare.” He growled in my ear. 

“Everyone knows I’m yours, Draco.” I said with a sly smile. 

“They will.” He whispered and started kissing my neck, obviously leaving marks. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. 

“Draco stop! Someone will catch us.” I said, trying to push him off. He finally stopped and gave me a smirk. 

“Now we can go back.” He said and started walking back to the ball. 

“You tease.” I grumbled and followed him. 

“You know you love it.” He said putting his arms around my waist. 

The next day I needed to relax after all the dancing, my feet were killing me. I went to the fifth floor prefects bathroom, the best bathroom in my opinion. I brought the stupid egg with me becuase I still couldn’t open it without it screeching. I filled the large tub and slipped in with the egg in my hands. 

“You stupid egg, what on earth am I going to do with you?” I asked myself. I looked at the water and suddenly got an idea. 

“Worth a shot.” I mumbled and pushed it under the water. I held my breath and followed under it. 

“Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you’ll have to look, to recover what we took.” The voices sang. I returned to above water and thought about it for a bit. 

“So the next task is in the Black Lake and we only have an hour, but what are we retrieving?” I asked myself. 

“Guess I have to find a way to breathe underwater…” I sighed. I finished my bath and quickly went back to my room. 

I was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts trying to find Harry. He helped me with the first round, so now it was my turn to help him. Finally someone told me they saw him near the bridge. I rushed there and found him talking to Hermione. 

“Hey, Potter!” I called and he turned around. 

“Y/N.” He said. 

“How are you?” I asked. 

“Spectacular.” He said sarcastically. 

“Harry, listen, I realised I never properly thanked you for tipping me off about the dragons.” I said. 

“Forget about it. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.” He said. 

“Exactly! Which is why I’m telling you that you should take your egg underwater.” I said and he looked at me confused. 

“Trust me.” I said and walked off. I walked to the library to try and find something to help me breath under water. I was studying when someone sat down next to me. I looked up and saw Draco. 

“What are you doing, love?” He asked. 

“Trying to think of a way to breathe underwater.” I sighed. 

“Would you like me to help?” He offered. 

“That’d be helpful, thank you.” I said pushing a book to him. The two of us were looking for anything, but so far nothing that would last an hour or longer. 

“Hey Y/N/N, Malfoy, what are you doing?” Cedric asked, walking over to us, he narrowed his eyes at Draco. 

“Trying to find a way to breathe underwater.” I groaned. 

“What about the bubble charm?” He said and my eyes lit up. 

“I totally forgot about that! Ced, you’re the best! I said, jumping up and hugged him. 

“Anything for my little sis.” He said with a chuckle. 

“Mr. Malfoy, Professor McGonagall needs you in her office.” Miss. Pince said. 

“Um alright?” He said, confused. I gave him a peck and he left. 

“Would you help me put these away?” I asked my brother and he nodded. We talked about the tournament and he once again was telling me how I shouldn’t be doing this. 

The next day the Weasley twins were taking bets on who would win this task. I was walking with my brother, trying to look around for Draco. I haven’t seen him since the library last night… I was playing with my hands, something I did when I was nervous and Cedric noticed. 

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine.” He said, grabbing one of my hands. 

“I know.” I said. We finally made it to the lake and everyone was ready to start. 

“Welcome to the second task! Last night something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will only have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they’ll be on their own.” Dumbledore’s voice boomed. 

“You may begin at the start of the cannon.” He continued and once again Filch fired the cannon. We all jumped in and I quickly casted the bubble charm. I started swimming around trying to find whatever this treasure was. After a bit I heard some singing and quickly swam towards it. When I got there I saw Draco tied down by his ankle and my eyes widened. Harry was also there staring confused at the four people, but there wasn’t time for that. I quickly casted a spell to break the rope on Draco and grabbed him. I looked at Harry and tapped my watch that Cedric let me borrow. He nodded and I swam to the surface. We both got on the platform and people handed us towles right away. He coughed and then looked at me. 

“You’re alright.” I said and kissed him. Cedric ran over and hugged me tightly. 

“Y/N! You did it!” He said excitedly and I smiled. I did, I came in first! Soon Krum and Harry joined us and the judges went to go discusses something. 

“Attention! Attention! The winner is Miss. Diggory!” Dumbledore announced and Draco gathered me in his arms. 

“I knew you could do it!” He said and kissed me. 

“For showing unique command of the bubblehead charm. The way I see it, Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well. We’ve agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fibre.” Dumbledore said and his friends cheered. After that we all returned to land and all we had was the last task. That night I celebrated with my friends and family for my great achievement. 

Finally it was time for the last task. I was nervous once again, but I knew I needed to push through it. I walked into the large arena with my Father and everyone was cheering. My brother followed behind us and gave me a quick hug then wished me luck. Draco ran down the stands and pulled me to him. 

“Please be safe.” He whispered. 

“I promise, love. I’ll be out in no time.” I said smiling at him. 

“I love you.” He said and kissed me. 

“I love you too, now go back before they start it.” I said and he rushed back to his seat.  The music stopped and all eyes were on Dumbledore. 

“Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Tri-Wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now as Miss. Diggory…” He was cut off by people cheering. 

“And Mr. Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum…” He was once again cut off by cheering. 

“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or shee need only sent up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round. In the maze you’ll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yours;ves along the way.” He said and we looked at him a bit confused. 

“Champions! Prepare yourselves.” Mad-Eye shouted. I hugged my Dad and then moved to the beginning of the maze. 

“On the count of three… One…” Again, Filch fired early. Harry and I ran inside and now it was time to find the cup. There were so many noises and the maze really liked changing, this was gonna be harder than I thought…

I was running around trying desperately to find the end. Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was walking through when the walls decided to change again. I ran so I wouldn’t get closed in and luckily made it through. However, Viktor was on the other side and he started attacking me. I tried hiding behind one of the walls and shot some jinx at him. He wouldn’t stop and he kept trying to come at me. Harry suddenly showed up between us and he looked at me confused. 

“Get down!” I shouted and he ducked his head. I finally hit him and I ran to finish the job. How dare he attack me! Harry ran between us and stopped me. 

“No stop! He’s bewitched Y/N!” He said and I tried to push him off me. 

“Get off me!” I shouted. 

“He’s bewitched!” He shouted again and I snapped out of it. I looked up and saw the cup, finally. I ran to the cup with Harry following me. I was so close, but something grabbed my leg and sent me tumbling to the ground. Harry looked back at me and saw me horribly stuck to the ground while being dragged backwards. 

“Harry! Harry!” I begged. Harry stopped and looked back at the cup, but decided to actually help me. He helped me up and I sighed in relief. 

“I thought you were gonna let it get me for a moment.” I said.

“For a moment, so did I.” He admitted and we both looked at the cup. 

“Some game, huh?” I said. 

“Some game.” He agreed. The wind started blowing hard once again and I tried to push Harry to the cup. 

“Go. Take it, you saved me!” I shouted over the wind. 

“Together, on three.” He said and I nodded. 

“One, two, three!” He said and we both grabbed it. 

Suddenly we were in a graveyard and not Hogwarts. I looked over to make sure Harry was still with me and he was. 

“You alright?” I asked. 

“Yeah, you?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Where are we?” I asked, confused. 

“I’ve been here before.” He said getting up. I went over to the cup to examine it. 

“It’s a portkey. Harry! The cup is a portkey!” I said 

“I’ve been here before in a dream. Y/N, we have to get back to the cup, now!” He shouted and I was even more confused. 

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Harry groaned in pain and held his scar. 

“What is it?” I asked, rushing over to him. 

“Get back to the cup!” He groaned in pain. Someone walked out from a building and he was holding something. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” I shouted while holding my wand up.

“Kill the spare.” Whatever he was holding said and blackness overtook me. 

Voldemort had returned to his full form and I watched as Harry battled him. I appeared to him along with a few others. 

“Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only a moment, do you understand?” A man that looked like him asked, I’m assuming it was his Father. 

“Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body to my family and tell Draco I’m so sorry and that I love him.” I said and he nodded. 

“Let go. Sweetheart you’re ready, let go! Let go!” A woman, I’m assuming his Mother said. Harry let go and we all rushed to Voldemort to distract him enough.

Draco’s POV

Potter had won. He was of course the one to win. I rolled my eyes at everyone cheering and glared at him. That’s when I noticed Y/N was on the ground with him. He was crying over her and she wasn’t moving… No… It can’t be! I ran down and pushed my way through the teachers. 

“Y/N! Y/N! No!” I cried as the cheering died down. 

“You! You did this to her!” I growled at Potter. 

“No! It was Voldemort. He’s back, he’s back! Voldemort’s back! Y/N, she asked me to bring her body back. I couldn’t just leave her, not there.” He cried and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn’t be back… That’s something to worry about another time. 

“S-She asked me to tell you that she’s sorry and that she loves you.” He said and I finally let the tears fall. 

“Y/N!” I cried and held her close to me. I tuned everything else out after that. I didn’t even notice when her family kneeled down beside me. She couldn’t be gone, she just couldn’t! How was I supposed to do anything without her here by my side? We were supposed to have a future together! She was supposed to live a full and happy life! I can’t do anything without her… She was my everything… 

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[thatfanficstuff]

The Bet - Elijah Mikaelson

This fic is based on the above gif that was submitted as a request on wattpad. Not my gif. (it was on giphy)

Pairing: Elijah x chubby! reader

Warnings: uh...I don’t think so. reader bitching about clothes not fitting. 

A/N: I actually kind of love this. It’s pretty fluffy. 

***

“Please, Y/N?” Rebekah practically begged as she bounced on her feet in your kitchen. She’d shown up early and you’d let her in before shuffling over to the coffee maker. The pot had just finished brewing and you poured yourself a generous portion. Once you were leaned against the counter with your mug in hand, the blonde had immediately started in.

She wanted you to go shopping with her. The Mikaelsons were having a party and, while she didn’t need a new dress, she insisted you did. You sighed and sat the mug on the counter behind you.

“There are two problems with this, Bekah. One, I had no intention of going to the party and two, I hate shopping.”

The vampire looked almost disgusted at your admission. You’d try to explain it to her, but she’d never understand. You were on the heavier side and shopping was such a chore. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about your weight, but you were practical. They just didn’t make pretty things for girls like you. Designers seemed to think that anyone over a size 10 wanted to wear potato sacks with weird patterns on them. Rebekah didn’t have to worry with any of that. She was stunning. Her biggest problem was trying to decide between too many choices while you might spend hours and not find a single thing that you liked.

“You always go shopping with me. Why didn’t you tell me you hated it?” The blonde was almost pouting.

“I don’t mind shopping for you. Shopping for you is easy. Shopping for me is a pain.”

“What? Why?”

You literally face palmed before smiling at her. “Bekah. Honey. I’m just a bit bigger than you. It’s harder to find stuff for me. Especially dresses.”

“Ridiculous,” she snapped immediately and rolled her eyes. “And as for the other…” She pulled out her phone and sent a message to someone.

You just sipped at your coffee and watched her over your mug. Finally, she smirked in what could only be described as triumph. She kept her eyes glued to her phone as she walked to your front door.

“You should have just gone shopping with me, Y/N.” And with that, she was gone.

You blinked several times before shaking your head and setting your mug in the sink. “Strange girl,” you murmured to yourself just as another knock sounded at your door.

“Seriously, Bekah?” you grumbled though you wore a smile on your face. You opened the door only to gasp when you were greeted not with your best friend but her older, hot as sin brother. Holy Shit. “Elijah. I wasn’t expecting you.” Hopefully he would attribute your suddenly racing heart to surprise.

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smile and his eyes ran over you from head to toe. “Hello, Y/N. Lovely to see you, as always.”

Suddenly realizing you were standing in front of him in nothing but a long sleep shirt and socks you gave a little scream and slammed the door. You could hear him chuckle through the door. “Just a minute.” You threw open the closet next to you and yanked out your long raincoat and wrapped it around you before tying it off.

A glance in the mirror had you gasping in horror. Your hair was a mess and mascara smudged your eyes. Could you possibly look any worse? A swipe of your fingers took care of the worst of the makeup and your feeble attempt at least made your hair look passable. After taking a deep breath, you opened the door again. “Sorry. I thought you were Bekah.” Heat flooded your face. Why did you always make a fool of yourself in front of this man? Why not Klaus?

“If that’s how you greet my sister, perhaps I should accompany her to your home more often.” The teasing lilt to his voice had a tremor moving through you. Was Elijah Mikaelson flirting? With you? Not possible.

You cleared your throat and stepped back from the door. “Would you like to come in?”

He nodded and came inside. You shut the door behind him and followed him into the kitchen. You always hung out in your kitchen. It was your favorite room in the house. When he simply studied you with pursed lips, you decided to speak up. “Is there something I can do for you, Elijah?”

He licked his lips. “Rebekah tells me you are not coming to the party this evening. May I ask why not?”

You shrugged. “You guys don’t need me there. You’ll have a house full. I’ll just be hanging around on the fringes anyway and one of you will feel the need to entertain me. It’s better if I just stay home. Netflix is calling my name, anyway.”

Elijah didn’t appear impressed with your answer. “You seem to be under the impression that you are an afterthought on the guest list. On the contrary, yours was the first name added that was not myself or one of my siblings. Many could fail to attend and not be missed. You, however, are not one of them.”

Any argument you could make against that would only sound petty. You sighed. “Fine, let’s say I buy that. I still don’t have anything to wear.”

“I’m personally fond of the shirt you’re wearing under that ridiculous coat.”

“Elijah Mikaelson,” you scolded.

He laughed again. He seemed to do that a lot more lately than he used to. It was probably because his mother was dead. She was a bitch. “Then we shall buy something for you to wear, Y/N.”

The ‘we’ didn’t escape your notice. You huffed a laugh. “Elijah, I find it impossible to believe that even you with your vast resources will find something that I am happy with in the time we have.”

He narrowed his eyes and leaned toward you, that smirk stretching his lips once more. “Are you challenging me?”

You found yourself returning the smile. “So, what if I am? You’ll lose.”

“Will I? Interesting. A wager then?”

“What sort of wager?” You’d been friends with the Mikaelsons for too long not to suspect he was up to something. You were being cautious.

“If you are correct and our shopping excursion is fruitless, I will pay for your Netflix subscription for the next year. In addition, I will personally make sure your snack cabinet is filled weekly.”

You bit your lip and his eyes flashed. It was tempting, but not enough. You shook your head. “All that, plus one movie night a week. I pick the film. You are of course excused for supernatural drama.”

“Fine.”

He agreed entirely too quickly. You should have asked for more, but honestly you couldn’t think of anything better than cuddling with Elijah and watching movies even if it was purely platonic on his part. “And what do you want if you win?”

“When I win, you will of course come to the party tonight, but you will come as my date.”

Your brows snapped together as you frowned. That didn’t make any sense.

Elijah grinned and stepped closer to you. You swallowed. “And you will stay by my side all evening. You will not hide in the corner or in Niklaus’s study or my library. You will be sociable.”

Oh, god. You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

He held up a finger. “That’s not all, dear Y/N. I, too, desire a weekly movie night. I will pick the film and you will come to my home to watch it.”

“What’s the catch?”

He shrugged. “No catch.” He ran one finger along the edge of the counter. “Have I mentioned my affinity for horror movies?”

“Damn it, ‘lijah.” You didn’t hate horror movies, but they made you jumpy. Watching them in a house full of vampires that loved to tease you was unlikely to help. Finally, you grumbled. “Fine.”

Elijah grinned in triumph.

“It’s not like you’re going to win anyway.”

***

There was one store that you loved. In fact, the vast majority of the clothes you owned were from there, but they weren’t dresses. They weren’t expensive by any stretch but they were a little pricier than you liked so you tended to hit their clearance when you could. But you weren’t paying today, Elijah was. You knew there was no point arguing with him. He’d just compel the clerk not to take your money.

You’d found a couple of skirts to try, but it was Elijah that found the dress. When he showed it to you, you gasped just a little. It was beautiful, but not something you’d ever considered wearing before. It looked like something straight out of the forties or fifties, from the cut to the pattern. Normally you wouldn’t even try it on, but you shrugged and took it from him. Why not try it?

You saved it for last, knowing it wouldn’t fit right. You wanted to postpone the disappointment. But it slid on smoothly and fell gracefully. After smoothing down the fabric you finally looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes wide, you spun and took in your appearance.

He won. Holy shit. He actually won.

***

Elijah tapped the glass in his hand and glanced up the stairs for the hundredth time. What could possibly be taking you and his sister so long? You hadn’t let him see you in the dress, but you assured him that he’d won. Surprisingly, you hadn’t argued with him at all about him not only buying the dress but getting your shoes and accessories as well. He was a bit disgruntled that you hadn’t let him see any of it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were nervous, brother,” Niklaus said as he stepped up beside him.

“Thank you, Niklaus. Most helpful as always.” Elijah straightened the cuffs of his suit.

The hybrid hummed. “You do know that you could just tell her you love her? I am quite certain she feels the same.”

Elijah sighed. “Are you finished?”

His brother chuckled and held up his hands. “All right, I’ll go, brother.”

Elijah watched him walk off before shooting another glance up the stairs. Still nothing.

“Hello, Elijah,” Kol said from behind him.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

He shook his head. “No. Rebekah just assured me that you’ll be speechless when you see her. I didn’t want to miss it.”

Elijah closed his eyes and counted silently in his head. His irritation came from nerves, so he was attempting not to snap at Kol.

A hand rested on his shoulder and Elijah looked to find his youngest brother grinning like a fool while he looked up the stairs. “Klaus is right. You should tell her you love her before someone beats you to it.”

Elijah turned then, his eyes going wide as he caught sight of you. You were perfection. The dress he’d picked for you caressed your curves just as he hoped they would. You’d paired it with wide heels and your hair had been done in a style to match the dress. A flower the same color as your shoes was pinned in your hair. He couldn’t stop staring at you.

Kol nudged him. “You have a little drool—”

“Fuck off, Kol.” Elijah moved up the stairs to meet you.

***

You looked up then from where you’d been watching your footing to make sure you didn’t trip. The look of awe on Elijah’s face made you smile. That was all you’d wanted. To know that for just one moment you’d stunned him. What an amazing feeling.

He took your hand in his and turned it to place a gentle kiss on your wrist. When he met your gaze again, he offered you a soft smile. “You look stunning.”

“I don’t know that I’d go that far, but thank you, Elijah.” You shifted your hips just a bit so the dress flared out at the hem. This dress was awesome.

“There’s something I think I need to explain to you, Y/N.”

You tilted your head and waited for him to continue. He linked his fingers with yours and led you down the rest of the steps and into Klaus’s study. Releasing you, he shut the door and began to pace the floor. Finally, he stopped and looked at you. “I don’t care if you hide.”

“Huh?”

“The bet. The only part I cared about was you being here as my date. I wanted you to stay beside me simply so I wouldn’t be without your company. It was a win-win situation anyway. If I lost, I was guaranteed one night a week with you in my arms.”

“That’s why you added that to your terms? The movie night here?”

He nodded once.

You took a breath for courage. “Just tell me plainly what you want to say, Elijah. If you don’t, I’ll just think I imagined whatever I infer from this conversation.”

He closed the distance between you and placed his hands on your upper arms. “Very well. I love you. I have for quite some time now. If you tell me I have a chance with you, this will be the happiest day I’ve had in a thousand years.”

You closed your eyes and chuckled. “I’ve been head over heels from the first time I met you, ‘Lijah. I don’t wear that raincoat for just anyone, you know?”

“I would hope not.” He moved closer as he spoke and searched your gaze. Whatever he found there must have been satisfactory because you were suddenly being kissed. And it was fantastic.

The two of you explored each other’s mouths for a bit before Elijah leaned back. “We could skip the party and hide in my room. Just you, me and Netflix.”

You took his hand and tugged him toward the door as you grinned at him. “And waste this dress? I think not.”

[wethepixies]

Hello, Pixies!

A while ago, in celebration of reaching so many members in the WTP community, the WTP Hype Squad started planning an interview with the staff members so that you all can learn more about the amazing team working on bringing back the magical world of Pixie Hollow!

When starting to plan our questions, we decided the best thing would be to have you, the WTP community, to submit any questions you would like to see our staff answer.

After collecting your questions and picking our favorites, we were finally ready to start conducting the interviews! Keep reading below the cut for the first two interviews.

Nora was a member of WTP's founding staff; she worked as a Discord and social media manager until 2020. Even after leaving in 2020 due to school pressure, she's still just as passionate about WTP and is an active member of the community.

How did We The Pixies come to be and how did it reach what it is today?

Nora: We The Pixies was started mid 2017. Two weeks after it was founded, I was asked to join. It started then to be what it is now, a Pixie Hollow rewrite that's forever free, family friendly, and fair to the players. At the beginning, development was a bit slow because we had no staff and no idea how to coordinate. We started by picking a physics engine. In the end, we chose one that was simple and easy to use.

We messed around with a lot of ideas back then (and we still do). How would we interact with the players and receive feedback? How would we host the server? We were teenagers. We didn't know what we were doing. I remember doing hours of research about this stuff only to come up empty handed. We were all new to this and worried we couldn't pull this off.

Then, in 2018 we switched developers. It turned out that our current physics engine wasn't suited for our goals, so we switched to Phaser 3. All of our progress was reset, but it was being rebuilt on a more stable engine. It was a lot of work and it worried everyone, but the game ended up better because of it.

It started off as friends reaching out to friends. Earlier the same year, however, we switched from asking friends for assistance to more formal staff applications.

In 2019, we released the first demo. It was our goal, once we'd done that, to open up a public discord server. I spent a few hours researching and configuring bots, and a few more sorting out roles and channels on the server. This brings us to where we are now, in 2020. I stepped down because of the pressures of school, but I still wholeheartedly support We The Pixies. I'm excited to see what the rest of 2020 will bring to the table for WTP.

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Asteria has been on staff for the longest time out of all current staff members. She started off as a moderator and is currently an administrator for WTP. She’s also a part of WTP’s social media team. Like everyone on WTP staff, Asteria is an unpaid volunteer.

What are some of your favorite memories from Pixie Hollow?

Asteria: When I was younger, I’d pretty much run home from school every day and play until I was forced off the family computer. Since I used to play with my siblings, Pixie Hollow was a huge part of me growing up and spending time with both my friends and family. It also opened the doors to the possibilities of forming close-knit online communities, which is something I didn’t originally think was possible. That being said, my best memories of the game all involve hanging out with my friends and hosting the legendary dare parties Pixie Hollow was known for! While I loved almost every single aspect of the original game (decorating, dressing up, playing mini-games), I’d have to say that the sense of community I shared with my friends was my favorite part of the Pixie Hollow experience.

What game feature from Pixie Hollow are you most excited to see again?

Asteria: Hmm, if I’d have to pick one, it would probably be decorating. I used to spend hours on end perfecting my fairy home (dyeable panels and mermaid fountains for the win!). Luckily, the demo has already teased what’s in store for decorating, so I’m really happy with WTP’s progress!

At the beginning of WTP, what inspired you to start working as a moderator?

Asteria: Originally, I joined the team back in 2017 as a moderator after being invited by the then-founders. Since the project was barely off the ground, I mostly joined as a way to continue socializing with a group of my friends. However, when WTP started to take off back in 2018, I was really inspired by the hard work and dedication of the team, which motivated me to continue my work as a moderator and eventually become an administrator in 2020. WTP has really helped me grow in terms of communicating with others and working within an ever-growing team.

What are some of the main things you look for when adding staff members? (As an administrator, a part of Asteria’s job is recruiting new staff members.)

Asteria: I’m usually very involved in the application/interview process, so when scouting for staff  members (especially moderators), I pay close attention to Discord activity, possible infractions, availability, and responsiveness/communication skills. However, our requirements for staff positions tend to change depending on the applicant’s potential role, though I think the application is pretty straightforward in terms of what we’re looking for. At the end of the day, skill and the ability to work well within a team are the most important.

How do you use social media to grow the community?

Asteria: For social media, I usually try to respond to players’ DMs (on Discord, Facebook, and Instagram) and keep players updated on WTP’s progress. However, much of the activity on our social media is courtesy of Lila Almondpetal, our genius social media coordinator. She usually creates fun posts and activities for players to try, which has been extremely helpful in terms of growing the community.

(We’re excited to talk to Lila about event planning in our interview with her!)

How do you fit working on WTP into your schedule?

Asteria: Usually, I fit WTP into every second of my free time (which can fluctuate from very little time to weeks on end of stalking the Discord). I try to prioritize WTP as much as possible because although it is a volunteer project, I still have a responsibility to both my staff friends and the players. But being completely honest, there isn’t much of a schedule to disrupt during summer break!

Before wrapping up our interview, we wanted to talk to Asteria about her personal connection with the staff as well as her personal feelings about WTP.

Is there a person in the staff that you've formed a strong friendship with?

Asteria: Interesting question! I try to form relationships with a lot of staff, but I’d have to say I’m very close to our Administrator/Developer Teresa and our Artist Victoria. I look forward to developing closer relationships with our newest staff members (especially my moderators because I love them very much!). You could probably guess this, but my favorite part of my job is talking to both players and staff.

How do you feel about the community growing so much in a short amount of time?

Asteria: Honestly, the exponential growth of the community was a little overwhelming at first. As most players have already experienced, moderators and administrators have to approve every single player into the server (even when we were getting upwards of 300-400 players a day!) I can’t say I was expecting it so soon, considering the early stages of the project, but I’m very happy to see our community growing so fast!

Do you feel like some people may have unrealistic expectations for the game?

Asteria: As a general rule, whenever someone receives a product, they’re looking at the finished state. Understandably, a lot of our players are not privy to the behind-the-scenes work our artists, sound techs, and developers put into remaking the game (essentially from scratch). While we do promise to recreate the game as close to the original as possible, it does take a lot of time and effort.

The last thing we wanted to ask you is: Do you think that WTP will ever be as big as the original Pixie Hollow was?

Asteria: Who knows! Considering the fan base of the original, it’s a bit difficult to reach such a massive audience. However, with the increasing importance of social media, I think, with the right advertising, it’s possible to reach even a fraction of Pixie Hollow’s audience! Wishful thinking! 

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Next, we’ll talk with our beloved game creators! Stay tuned for our next set of interviews, featuring game developer Teresa, artists Ci and Rachel, and sound developer Lavender Merryheart, where we ask them about a lot of interesting things - including how they’re recreating Pixie Hollow and their future goals and plans for the game!

[faelune-home]

Shall We Dance?

(A/N: I told myself I wouldn’t join ffxivwrite cos i don’t write that often, plus being able to do something in one day would be difficult for me...and yet I wrote this just today :’D idk now if i will try any ffxivwrite prompts, and im not submitting this for today cos it doesn’t fit the prompt and wasn’t written for it in the first place, but i’m considering it a bit more

Personal rambling aside; while I as a player stuck with Bard all the way through my msq playthrough until i finished shadowbringers, and didn’t switch to maining dancer till about 5.2, i figured for character timeline’s sake, I wanted to look at when miqo!Fufu might’ve first found the dancer troupe. It feels fitting that they’re based in Limsa at the level to start Stormblood, so this little story shot is set just before the trip to Kugane

No direct story spoilers brought up here, not even for the dancer questline

@ffxiv-writers)

“I’m still not happy about this. They can dress themselves up as ‘privateers’ all they like for whatever loophole, it doesn’t suddenly change the fact that they’re pirates.”

Alphinaud sighed, “As you have said so many times now, sister. And I shall remind you again that they were the only crew available on such short notice, and it affords us a chance to travel under Garlean radar.”

“And yet we still have to wait for them to prepare the vessel. If we weren’t so pressed for time I almost wish we could’ve asked the Admiral to remove her colours from one of her own ships for this-”

“With what hands? Most of her men are now in Gyr Abania aiding the Revolution, and what few remain here would be beholden to the citizenry. I know you’re frustrated with the current terms but at least be reasonable. With any luck we can secure a different ship for coming home at least.” Alisaie shot him a look, eyes narrowed and lips pressed thin, however she didn’t comment further.

The bustle of the market crowds passed them by, paying the siblings no mind as they waited. A flash of red broke through the crowd, and a little pink blur behind as Lyse and Tataru joined the two, boxes in hand.

“We’re all stocked up on supplies for the trip. No word from Carvallain yet?” Lyse asked, placing her own crate stuffed with foods on the ground. Heads shook, and the woman shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Well, a little while longer to wait isn’t going to hurt. We’re getting a ship either way, and for now, we have good weather at least, and I heard there’s a show going on today.”

“What kind of show?” Alphinaud asked.

“Clearly the kind that can empty a market,” Alisaie observed, and indeed when the group looked around, the formerly swamped stalls were barren, leaving vendors to restock after the rush, the thundering of cobbles having faded further into the city.

“Well, Fufu isn’t back yet, so maybe it’s her little show?” Tataru chuckled, knowing of the Bard’s tendency for sudden musical moments. “You three can go and find her and enjoy the fun. I can take our supplies to the ship and fetch you once we’re ready to set off.”

The group split, with the Lalafellen woman heading for the docks, while the trio went back through the market, keeping an ear out for any activity or music. The closer they got to Bulwark Hall, the buzz grew louder, many a person chattering excitedly. A faint tune drifted over the sound of the crowd from the southern docks.

“It doesn’t quite sound like her kind of music,” Lyse mumbled, cupping her ear to strain over the din.

“We won’t know till we actually check,” Alisaie stated, already beginning to push past a pair of Roegadyn toward the music. The crowd only grew thicker as the music got louder. True to Lyse’s observation, the vibrant guitar and violin was unlike their miqo’te friend’s usual style of lively harp music. A swift schwing of metal against metal cut through the music, bringing out a cheer in the people. With a final push, the Scions broke through the final row to view the spectacle, ignoring the annoyed mutterings from behind them.

A miqo’te dancer spun in steady steps with the music in the centre of the plaza. It wasn’t their own miqo’te friend, yet the fire in her movements caught their attention all the same. The grace in her steps, the power in her swinging arms, chakrams in hand, one could understand the crowd’s zeal at the mesmerising movement.

Yet all too soon after the Scions’ arrival, the music came to a bombastic close and the woman struck her finishing pose, another schwing ringing in the air from her chakrams brushing against one another. The roar of the crowd was deafening, forcing an applauding Lyse to lean closer to her friends and yell, “She was quite good, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, though she isn’t who we were looking for,” Alisaie shouted back. The throng of people had already parted, the excited buzz fading with the people, and with the freed space at the plaza, one other figure stood other than the Scions, her face the picture of awe even with the broad smile she wore.

Alphinaud noticed her first. “There you are.” Fufu’s ears flicked, suddenly looking sheepish.

“Oh, I didn’t even realise the time,” she chuckled nervously, “Sorry, I only meant to check in on some spots here in case people needed my help while we were waiting, but I got a little distracted.”

“I can see why, it was very impressive,” Lyse smiled, patting the miqo’te on the shoulder. Fufu nodded, almost bouncing on the spot as she exclaimed, “She was! I haven’t seen that dance since before coming to Eorzea, but it was still as magical as I remember!”

“Hold on, you’ve seen it before?” Alisaie asked, to which the woman nodded again, her eyes glittering. Alphinaud spoke before her, having spied the baggage the troupe used, “It appears they’re from Thavnair. You’ve said you’re from there yourself, or at least raised there.”

“Yup! They’re Troupe Falsiam, and they generally only perform in Radz-at-Han. At least I haven’t heard of them doing many tours in my lifetime. My tribe lives pretty far from the city and most trade is done with travellers, but sometimes they’d plan special trips for certain goods or just to treat the younger kids, and I always loved watching the Troupe when I went.” Fufu let out a happy sigh, caught up in memories. The group jumped however when another voice chimed in.

“You seem very familiar with our troupe, my dear.” They turned to see a woman walking over to them. If the metal rings hanging at her own hips didn’t betray her as a dancer, the way she moved with elegant poise and grace would have instead. She gave the Scions a polite bow in greeting.

“Forgive the interruption. I’m merely surprised that we already had a familiar fan on these shores. Troupe Falsiam hasn’t visited Aldenard in a long time, as you so rightly said. Ah, but I forget myself; I am Nashmeira, leader and teacher of the troupe. The young dancer here with me is Ranaa, one of my brightest stars currently.” Ear flicking from having heard her name said, Ranaa turned away from the boxes she was helping to pack, still dressed in her dancing outfit, and gave the group a wave.

“She’s very good,” Fufu quickly complimented, eyes wide with glee at the turn of events. Ranaa smiled back, then wandered off down the path, taking a bundle of clothes with her.

“Hmm, good, but ever still learning,” Nashmeira nodded. Alphinaud stepped forward and gave a polite bow of his own, prompting an eye roll from his sister behind him. “Tis a pleasure to meet you. We are the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.” 

The woman tilted her head, recognition flashing in her eyes as she responded, “Aye, I’ve heard of your organisation. Though if you don’t mind my saying so, a job such as yours wouldn’t leave much free time. I’m curious then that our show caught your attention.”

“You’d be right. We’re unfortunately caught waiting for our vessel to be ready before we depart for the Far East,” Alisaie answered, then motioned to Fufu with a small smile, “Well, that and we were looking for this one here. She was taken in by your performance before the rest of us.” Nashmeira herself looked closer at the miqo’te, as though appraising her.

“Hmm,” she hummed, “Actually, you have quite the presence…” Then she nodded.

“Might I request a dance of you?” she asked. Surprise crossed all of the Scions, even more so the one addressed. “I’m well aware that you’ve clearly pledged yourself to another organisation, so despite any reverence you would have for our Troupe, your priorities lie elsewhere and I wouldn’t wish to ask you to join us and leave them behind. But I see in you the grace of a dancer and I would call myself a fool if I let you leave here without even trying to unlock that potential.” Nashmeira unhooked her chakrams from her hips and held them out to the miqo’te.

Fufu hesitated at first, a blush spreading across her cheeks, however Lyse spoke up, laughing, “Don’t go pretending you’re shy now, you’ve never let a chance to perform slip past before.” The twins seemed to show their approval as well, with Alisaie watching with an expectant smile and Alphinaud saying, “Tataru hasn’t come to tell us the ship is boarding yet. A quick presentation should be fine.”

Finally bolstered by her eagerly waiting companions, Fufu took the chakrams, testing the weight of them in her hands. They swung gently on her fingers, yet the rhythm made her arms bounce as well. Nashmeira motioned to her musicians, who scrambled to take their instruments out of the bags, and said, “Do not feel as though you have to copy Ranaa’s dance. It would take a lot more training and skill to be able to perform that to its full potential. For now, improvise as you see fit. I wish only to see how you move.”

The first strums of the guitar were matched with hesitant footsteps and stiff arms kept close. The joining of the drums saw her test a swing of the arm, though the weight of the chakram almost threw her halfway across the plaza, only righting herself with a clumsy shuffle. Yet as the music built up, the keeper found her rhythm, getting bolder with her kicks and jumps, and freely waving her arms around her, and where she had started with a mask of nervous concentration, she now laughed with joy. 

Joy that was mirrored in the cheers of her friends to the side, the encouragement from a returned and newly dressed Ranaa, and the curious mumblings of a returning crowd, albeit smaller than the one the original performance had garnered. Unaccustomed to dancing to music not of her own playing, Fufu was still in the middle of a spin when the final drum beats landed, ending the song.

“Whoops,” she giggled, stumbling over her own feet when she finally stopped. The gathered crowd clapped politely, evidently pleased at the amount of entertainment on show that day. They dispersed quicker than before, though that afforded the troupe teacher a chance to step forward with her observations.

“As I expected, on many fronts. You do have a dancer’s grace to you, though as evident by one that hasn’t been trained, there’s a heaviness to it all. Some clumsiness as well, though whether that was nerves or again, lack of training... But your energy was spectacular as well, even through the rough of it all. Not just anyone can draw in a crowd the way you did, even with an unrefined style like that. With some work you could be a fantastic performer.”

“I’d like to think you already had a headstart on performing,” Lyse added, the Scions rejoining the centre plaza as well, “all that work you’ve done with the old Bard in the Shroud, I’d say you already had plenty of stage presence without having ever stepped on a stage.”

“That was incredible!” Everyone turned, seeing Tataru at the entrance to the plaza.

“How long have you been there?” Alisaie asked as the smaller woman walked up to them.

“Since I think halfway through all of that. You were amazing!” she praised, making Fufu smile. Alphinaud however looked serious, asking, “I take it the ship is ready then?”

Tataru jumped. “Oh right! Yes that’s why I came here. We have to go now.” A solemn look came across the Scions as they nodded. Fufu herself pouted, ears flat against her head.

“Definitely now?”

“Unfortunately. As nice as this little detour has been, we are still on an important mission. My apologies, friend,” the boy said, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. Yet as she smiled back, albeit still looking crestfallen, Nashmeira spoke up herself.

“Actually, if you were so taken with dancing that you would wish to continue it all the same, I do believe I have a solution that could benefit us all here. Your companions included.” Curious looks were shared among all while one of the musicians, at Nashmeira’s whispered request, went searching in one of the bags.

“You see, the dance of Troupe Falsiam is not like most others in the world. It is suited not just for the stage, but also for the field of combat.” The woman’s smile grew as she saw the mixture of impressed yet curious looks on the younger folks’ faces. “Although I would prefer to teach you myself, in lieu of that, I would offer you this instead as a substitute.” At this, the returned musician held out his hand, a glittering pink stone laying in his palm and a spare pair of chakrams hanging from his fingers.

“A soul stone,” Lyse gasped.

“Aye, one with many past dancers’ experiences etched into it, going back generations. I would like for you to practise without it, but should you have need of the skills in a pinch, or even a desire to dance freely without inhibition, you will have it with you.” Fufu had already grabbed the crystal and the metal rings, smiling widely as she admired it.

“Thank you so much! I’ll practise as much as I can, with and without it!” she gushed, bowing deeply. For that, the woman smiled back warmly.

“I shan’t keep you any longer, since your business is clearly important. You make for the Far East you said?” They nod. “Then I wish you luck in whatever it is you are off to do. And to my new pupil I say that whenever you return, if we yet remain here in Eorzea, I would very much like to see how much you’ve grown while you were away.” Fufu nodded feverishly, mumbling more thanks as she bowed again.

Even as both groups finally went their separate ways and the Scions followed after a now hurried Tataru, the Bard and newly christened Dancer didn’t take her eyes off her new Soul Stone, not until they had boarded the ship and sailed far into the waters, where she had plenty of time to practise with her new skills.