#once again going to be embracing the summer break with open arms

[racingliners]

I currently have one (1) fear and it's the Belgian GP press day tomorrow

[imaginaryf1shots]

Winner | Lewis Hamilton

WC: 2.3K

Dad!Lewis x Wife!Reader

Summery: It’s lewis’s win after 945 days of not winning, and it’s also your daughter’s first race.

Warning: None

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The home you share with Lewis in England is a sanctuary for the two of you. it's a house filled with warmth and comfort. It's a place filled with laughter and good memories.

Deciding to make this house your main one almost 4 years ago was an easy decision for the both of you. Lewis was away racing most of the year, and since you've gotten pregnant, this was the best option, his family is there, and they've been helping you whenever Lewis is away. During his brakes, you all go back to Monaco, the home you shared with Lewis when you were dating to when you got married and until your fourth month of pregnancy. For him, the move was a return to the familiar embrace of family and the land that had shaped him. Lewis’s family had welcomed you with open arms, their support a constant source of strength.

Their love for your daughter knew no bounds. She was the light of everyone’s lives. Her bright eyes and infectious giggle, a beacon of joy.

One thing is that Lola hasn't seen her dad race in real life. The sound of the engines, the rush of the crowd, those were experiences she only saw on the TV or stories told by the adults around her.

You and Lewis talked about bringing her to a race multiple times, but you always felt like she was too young, that it would be too much for her. But seeing other drivers bring their children made Lewis want to bring her more. And as the British Grand Prix approached, it felt like it was finally time, Lewis was buzzing, Mercedes won last week. Yes, it was because Max and Lando crashed, but they still won. And the feeling he had coming into the week was great. He loves Silverstone, and he's won 8 times before. And the thought of having you and Lola there with the rest of his family was filling him up with anticipation.

That's why when Lola got a bit sick and was under the weather, he felt deflated. Was it a bad omen, will this week go wrong and not like he expected. His thoughts ran wild. Throughout media day and Friday, you've been sending him pictures of the two of you watching him. His mum was with you, but she will be going on race day. Unbeknownst to Lewis, Lola was better, so much better, but you were waiting to see if she'll stay okay or maybe get sick again. The colour returned to her cheeks, and she became active once again.

On quali day, it was bright and early, when you felt Lewis get out of bed, but took you a few minutes to will yourself to get out of bed and follow him. You walked in the direction of your daughter's room. The door was open, and the night light was still on, you watched from the door way as Lewis stood by her bed, he's been coming home late at night when Lola was already in bed.

You walked in and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from the back, feeling his skin under your arms. Lewis leaned slightly into you. You peppered his shoulder with kisses.

“I can't wait for the summer break, I feel like I haven't been spending enough time with her.” Lewis whispers, you hum and look at her from over his shoulder.

“Soon she'll be able to travel with you to races.” You whisper back. “She's super excited about that.”

“I want to start winning again, I want her to be proud of me.” Lewis told you he sounded so vournable in that moment.

“She's already so proud of you, winning or not.” You reasure him. “She goes around saying my daddy is a champion, he won 7 times, and Nicolas taught her to say that you're the goat.”

“Did he?” Lewis smiled.

“Yeah, don't think she knows what it really means, but it has her giggling every time.” You kiss his neck and pull him slightly. You leave her sleeping.

You watch him get ready from the bed, keeping him company, it pains you not being able to be there for him on his home race weekend.

“I can hear you thinking.” Lewis says, and you smile.

“I can't help it, I want to be there for you today and tomorrow.” You pout, and Lewis smiles he walks to the side of the bed you're sitting on before he leans over and presses a few kisses to your lips.

“We can't help it, Lola comes first.” Lewis says and finishes getting ready.

“I know.”

Watching quali with Lola had so many highs and lows for you. For a second, you thought Lewis would qualify first. But alas, it was 1-2 for Mercedes.

Lewis left the track at 10 that day and was home after both you and Lola fell asleep. You slept on the sofa waiting for him. Lewis smiles seeing you on the sofa, the TV on low volume. He kisses your forehead and picks you up. You stir up and wrap your arms around him.

“I'm so proud of you, Lewis.” You mumble, and he kisses your foreheads once more. He puts you in bed before he joins you, and you gravitate towards him, you cuddle.

Kissing Lewis goodbye the next day, you start getting ready, Carmen, his mum helps Lola get ready while you get ready. You take Lola's bag filled with snacks, toys, and everything she might need or want for the day, also her medicine in case she needs it.

“Look at you so cute.” You tell Lola, seeing her in a mini race suit that is identical to Lewis’, complete with race shoes as well, and a Mercedes cap to boot.

“He'll be so happy.” Carmen tells you, and you agree. She gives you a hug, and the three of you leave. You already agreed with his team to sneak you in and not tell him.

Avoiding fans was the hardest thing, but somehow, you managed to do it. Lewis was in a meeting most of the day. This race was crucial, and a lot of planning went into it.

There was a camera following you and Lola through the Mercedes motorhome, documenting your daughter's first race. She looked around in wander.

“Look who we have here.” Toto said, smiling, seeing your daughter walking in front of you. She smiles up at the tall man, her neck bending to see his face. Toto picks her up.

“Hi, Toto Daddy doesn't know I'm here.” She says and shush him with her finger to her lips.

“Don't worry, I won't tell him.” Toto whispers and smiles. She talks with Toto for a bit before he has to go.

The plan was for one of the team to get a camera into the room Lewis was in, and somehow they did. Lola was told to go knock on the door and walk in.

She looked at you as she walked to the room. You gave her a nod and an encouraging smile. Her small hand knocks on the door, barely making a noise.

Lewis looks up at the door, he thought for a second that he heard a knock or something, it was so light, before the door is pushed open, and he looks down.

“Oh my god.” He whispers. Before he gets up from his chair and, in a few big steps, scoops her up in her arms. “Baby, what are you doing here?”

“It's a surprise, Daddy.” Lola giggles, happy that she managed to surprise her dad.

“She's been feeling much better.” You tell him from the doorway, behind the man filming the father daughter due. Seeing them together here in Mercedes brought tears to your eyes, but you managed not to let them slip. Lewis holds his hand out to you, and you slip in the room and into your husband's arms. He hugs the two of you close, and you enjoy the moment not caring about the people around you.

Lewis is fussy you realised, he's making sure that you're both comfortable in the garage, that Lola's headphones were the right size and that someone will be next to you during the race incase you needed help with anything.

And so for the next hour, the garage became your little haven. Lewis was making sure your daughter was comfortable, adjusting her headphones, and pointing out various parts of the car to her with the patient enthusiasm of a father eager to share his world. She sat perched on his lap, wide-eyed and fascinated by everything around her, her tiny fingers tracing the lines of his racing suit as if trying to memorise every detail. She was so happy when he sat in the car and placed her on his lap, steering wheel and everything.

As the time for the race drew nearer, the atmosphere in the garage grew increasingly tense. Mechanics made their final checks, the car gleamed under the bright lights, and the air was thick with anticipation. Lewis knelt down beside your daughter, his face serious now as he explained that he had to go and get ready. She listened intently, nodding solemnly, and then wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“Go win, Daddy,” she said, her voice full of quiet determination.

With one last kiss for each of you, Lewis stood up, took a deep breath, and headed towards his car. You watched him go, your heart swelling with pride and love.

As the engines roared to life and the cars began to line up on the grid, you held your daughter close, her eyes fixed on the track, her face alight with the same eager anticipation that filled the air. Today is a day you would cherish forever, no matter what the outcome of the race might be.

The start of the race looked good, with Lewis and George keeping the rest of the grid behind them. You grew anxious when the Mclarens over took them after Lewis was leading.

Lap 33 George had to retire his car, and it left you worried for Lewis’ car. Mclaren was leading, but the strategy from Mercedes and Lewis’ experience played a good part for him to take the lead and stay ahead of Lando. Lola sat wide-eyed and mesmerised by the spectacle unfolding before her. Lewis’s car was a blur as it streaked past the garage. You could see the intensity in his movements from the onboard, every turn, and manoeuvre executed with the precision and grace of a seasoned champion. A mix of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. Your daughter clapped her hands in delight every time she spotted her father’s car, her infectious excitement breaking your own tension and bringing a smile to your face.

”There he is, Mummy! Look! Daddy’s winning!” She exclaimed, her voice enthusiastic, filled with pure love as she watched her daddy do what he he loved and was passionate about.

Max came out of nowhere and overtook Lando easily. Your heart dropped as the last 5 laps went on, Max is catching Lewis, your heart beating hard in your chest. The anticipation was killing you. Then, as the race entered its final lap, a hush fell over the garage, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Lewis was leading, and Max was too far to try and overtake.

Lola leaned forward, her eyes wide with awe as she watched the drama unfold. “Is Daddy going to win, Mummy?” she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

You squeezed her hand, your own emotions a blend of hope and fear. “He will.” You replied, your voice catching in your throat as you watched the final lap play out before you.

The entire grange was on its feet, a chorus of cheers and applause erupting around you as he passed the chequered flag. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your heart swelling with pride and joy as you watched him cross the finish line, victorious and triumphant.

The garage exploded into a frenzy of celebration, the noise and excitement almost overwhelming in its intensity.

“Daddy won! Daddy won!” she squealed, her face alight with pure, unadulterated joy.

With Carmen, you made your way to parc ferme, where Lewis parked, Lola in your arms. Your husband has already gotten out of the car and hugged his team and father. Carmen managed to get to him before the two of you, and he fell in her shoulder. He’s crying. Hearing him on the team radio crying made you fight your own tears. You walked around the barrier with Lola still in your arms, Lando was being interviewed by Jensen, and that gave you the time to reach Lewis.

He let go of his mother, and his eyes fell on you and Lola in your arms. Meeting his eyes, the tears you tried to keep at bay fell freely. The moment you reached him, he enveloped you both in a fierce, tearful embrace. You hid your face in his neck as you clutched his race suit around his back, Lola wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We did it, we did it.” He whispered in your ear, his voice cracking as he held you both close.

”Daddy don’t cry.” Lola said patting his back, trying to comfort him like he always comforts her, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, Lewis pulls back and kisses her cheek, before he turns to you and presses a kiss to your lips.

”I love you so much.” You whisper against his lips, a teary smile on your face.

”I love you too.” Lewis tells you the emotions between you thick and overwhelming.

”I love you, Daddy.” Lola said, and Lewis turned to take her in his arms, kissing all over her face.

”I love you too, sweetheart.”

In that moment, amidst the roar of the crowd and the flash of the cameras, nothing else mattered. You were together, and Lewis has proved to everyone that said he’s washed and that it’s over for him wrong. And he did it all on his daughter’s first race. His greatest accomplishment and his lucky charm.

Maintaglist

@gnatthefly . @mochimommy2002 . @llando4norris . @mrswolffs-blog . @barcelonaloverf1life . @c-losur3 . @xoscar03

[chrisbesitos]

okay can you make a sad blurb with chris x younger!reader where reader's emotional support cat goes missing and they find her dead in the middle of the road with chris, reader has a panic attack finding out she was ran over? okay im sorry if this was really sad the same thing just happened to me and i see no grief blurbs on here so i just asked, love you! <3

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀one day at a time. 𔘓

꩜ warnings: death, panic attack, angst, grief.

꩜ synopsis: pumpkin is your emotional support animal, you call your boyfriend chris after didn't find her. unfortunately, you found her in a bad state.

It's been a couple hours since the last time you saw Pumpkin, your cat. Sometimes she hides herself to sleep, but he always comes running to you when you call her. After searching for her in the whole house, you started to worry, she's not even in his favorite places to sleep. Your cuticles were already burning, you couldn't stop chewing your nails nervously, Pumpkin has been missing for hours, this makes your heart race and fill your mind with awful thoughts.

You sit on the couch, reaching for your phone on the coffee table, your trembling fingers quickly searching for your boyfriend contact. Chris has been in a meeting for his brand, if it wasn't for your missing cat, you wouldn't call him, but you starting to feel too anxious. Pumpkin is your emotional support animal, you adopted her after your therapist recommended it. You love her so much, she's your company in your daily activities, being without her is hurtful.

“Hey, doll. I'm on a five minute break, I need to be back soon. Do you need something?”

“I can't find Pumpkin, it's been hours since the last time I saw her. She's not under my bed, nor in my laundry basket! I'm calling her, offering treats, but she's not coming.” You say, sounding desperate and her voice cracking. Chris could hear the fear in your voice, he knows how Pumpkin is important to you. Last summer, she hid herself under the couch and the fifteen minutes you spent trying to find her was enough to make you sob.

Hours were too much, but you were distracted with your job and didn't realize Pumpkin wasn't on her bed. With tears pricking in your waterline, the shake on your hands became worse and painful sobs erupt from your throat.

“I’m on my way, okay? But I need you to breathe f’me, doll. Can you do this?” Chris says, his slow voice helping you to relax a bit. You nod, even though he couldn't see you, with your eyes closed, you take deep shaky breaths the way you always do with Chris. You try to put on your mind positive thoughts, the negative ones would only make your anxiety worse.

“Please, hurry.” You whisper with a weak voice.

The breath exercises help you to stay calm until Chris arrives. When you hear the door unlock, you open your eyes and run towards the front door. Chris hugs your waist, pulling you close to his body, caressing your back with his fingertips. The tears you were trying to hold started to fall when you smell his scent and lay your head on his chest.

“It's okay, we're going to find her, doll.” Chris holds your chin, lifting your head and then pressing his lips on your forehead. He massages your arms, knowing you're feeling scared and anxious, he wants to carry you on his arms and fill you with kisses and caring, but this would not bring Pumpkin back. “Let's check the house again, ‘kay?” He cups your cheeks, cleaning the fat tears with his thumbs. You nod, leaning your head to rest the forehead on his shoulder.

Once again, you reach for Pumpkin on every corner of the house, this time with Chris' help. He could lift the furniture that you can't, but no sign of Pumpkin. Chris moves you towards the kitchen when he felt you were getting agitated again, he handed you a glass of water. He knows you're worried, but he can't find Pumpkin if you're having an anxiety attack. Chris rests his hand on your chest and the other embracing your waist, massaging your skin covered with one of his T-shirts.

“We're gonna look for her outside now, maybe she's lost in the backyard.” Chris mutters, an upset pout forms on your lips and you start to shake your head. Pumpkin never goes outside, you always check the door before leaving and never let them open for too long. Chris holds the glass, taking it from your hand before you drop accidently.

“Pumpkin never goes outside, Chris!” You sob, Chris takes a deep breath, holding your hands and putting them against his chest.

“I know, babydoll.” He says patiently, offering a gentle smile. Chris kisses the back of your hands, then massages with his thumbs. “You need to trust me, Y/N.”

You bite your lower lip, fighting against your tears, but you nodded, taking deep breaths trying to calm down. Chris gives you a peck on your lips, he handles you towards the front door, he's feeling the trembling of your body. His fingertips massaging your shoulder when he opens the door, you step out reluctantly, feeling scared with the idea of Pumpkin lost outside. Chris calls for her, screaming her name and making noises to attract her attention, you call for her too, but your voice sounds weaker and lower than Chris.

You both looked for her in the backyard, but she wasn't anywhere. Then, Chris decided to look for her on the street, one block after you house, your eyes caught something on the road. The color drained of your face, suddenly your legs feel weak and you feel like you could fall, you run towards the little animal in the middle of the road. The white fur, the little pink nose and the pink collar with the pendant with her name. Pumpkin.

You kneeled down, the tears falling endlessly from your eyes, they're already red and puffy. You touch her little body with your fingertips, trying to wake her up. Chris kneeled down behind you, biting his lower lip already noticing what's happening, he felt his eyes glassy.

“We need to take her to the vet, she's suffering!” You cry out, looking at Chris, trying desperately to catch the air. Chris didn't know what to do seeing you in that state, he wasn't expecting to find Pumpkin like that. He touches your shoulders, but you shake your head. “Chris, c'mon!”

“Y/N, babydoll, please.” Chris says, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him. You stare at his eyes for a couple seconds until you realize what he's trying to say. There's nothing to do, it is too late to save her. More loud sobs erupt from your throat, sounding so painful. Chris holds your body hardly, he closes his eyes, not wanting to look at Pumpkin. “I'm sorry, doll. I'm so sorry.”

And then you start to feel guilty. Pumpkin just went out, because you didn't pay attention, probably when you opened the door early to receive a door dash. You lift your heavy head, your hair sticking in your face because of the tears and the sweat. Chris tries to pull you close again, but you refuse, shaking your head feeling dizzy.

“It's my fault.” You murmur, avoiding looking at Pumpkin, it's so hurtful to face the reality. Chris shakes his head, massaging your shoulder to catch your attention. You push his hand, holding your head with your hands and pulling your hair off your face.

“It's not your fault, it was an accident.” Chris says, but you shake your hand and lift from the ground. Chris follows you, he cups your cheeks trying to make you look at him. Fat tears rolling down on your face, trying desperately to breathe, Chris moves his hands to your shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Y/N, you need to breathe. Can you do this f’me, doll?”

You shake your head, trying to push Chris away, but he gently holds your arms. You try to look at Pumpkin, but Chris stops you.

“Let's do just like we always do, okay? It's gonna help you.” Chris brushes your hair off your face, he holds your hands and takes deep breaths and you slowly start to do the same. He massages your hands while you follow his movements.

After a minute, you feel the panic dissipating, but not the pain of losing a dear animal. When your eyes start to fill with tears again, you run in stumbling back home, Chris wants to follow you, but he's trying to figure out what to do with Pumpkin. At least he knows your not in panic anymore, but he still feel lost.

Chris entered home before almost an hour, he looked for you in the living room and the kitchen, but you were probably in your room. Chris finds you laying on the bed, covered with your favorite blanket and your body shaking. He climbs on the bed, not wanting to scare you, Chris caresses your arm and puts himself under the blanket. He pulls you closer, letting you be his small spoon.

“What happened to her?” You ask, sniffing and turning to look at Chris. He caresses your forehead, brushing your hair from your face, he gives you a sad smile.

“I called the vet, they came here to catch her until you decide what you want to do.” Chris explains, you nod lowering your eyes. He kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on your skin for a couple seconds. “It was an accident, doll. It's not your fault.”

“I don't want to talk, my head hurts now.” You murmur, your voice slowly cracking again. Chris nods, this time kissing your lips quickly. You do the thing you always do, you push Chris’ to lay on his back and climb his body, laying your head on the crook of his neck. “Don’t leave me.” You whisper.

“I'll never leave you, doll.” Chris whispers back. He holds your body, covering you with the blanket.

Saying goodbye to Pumpkin was hard to you, you spent a week crying in your room, but Chris stayed all these days by your side. You decided to bury her in an animal cemetery, so you could visit her and bring flowers. Dealing with the grief wasn't easy, but Chris makes your days a bit better until you feel good once again. One day at a time, that's what he says.

꩜ chérie's notes: im sorry for taking to long to answer this request. and im really sorry this happened to you, i hope you find some comfort reading this story, love <3

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[riordanness]

i wish you would — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

wordcount: 0.9K

warnings: nightmare mention

requested: no

I hesitate for a second before I knock on his door. I don’t want to wake him, but I’ve come this far already, and I know deep down he won’t mind.

I knock, and there’s a clattering sound inside the Poseidon cabin, like Percy has tripped over a chair or something on his way to the door.

The door swings open, and there he stands, in flannel pyjama pants and a navy blue hoodie. His dark hair is messed up, and he looks both alert and half asleep.

“Y/n, hey,” he says. “It’s the middle of the night. What happened?”

I shrug one shoulder, suddenly nervous. Which is ridiculous. Percy is my best friend. Why am I nervous to talk to him?

“I’m sorry,” I apologise. “I had a really bad nightmare and—“

I don’t get the time to finish. Percy immediately pulls me inside and closes his door, and then envelopes me in a hug. I melt instantly into his familiar embrace, burying my face in his hoodie. He smells like sea salt and oreos.

“Hey, trouble?” he asks softly.

I pull my head away from the hug, leaning back just enough to look into his eyes. “Yeah?” I kind of whisper in response.

“What was your nightmare about?”

I take a second to answer. “You. Being in pain. I don’t really know why or what was happening to you but I knew you weren’t okay at all and it was somehow my fault. And…” My voice doesn’t have the strength to continue.

Percy’s sea green eyes are so full of differing emotions I can’t even tell them all apart. “Y/n,” he says quietly, and the sadness in his voice makes my heart break. “You don’t need to worry about me, you know.”

“I know,” I try to protest weakly, “but—“

“No buts,” he shushes me, his index finger on my mouth. “Just hush, trouble.” He unravels his arms from the hug, takes my hand by the fingers, and leads me to his bunk. “Sleep in here tonight, okay?”

“With you?” I mean to think it, but I’m sleepy enough that my brain sends the words through my mouth instead.

Percy kind of coughs and kind of laughs at the same time. “Yeah, with me. If that’s, like, okay with you and everything. I just figured it would help.”

“Yes. Yes yes, it would help,” I say quickly, smiling finally.

“Okay.” Percy grins.

Once I’m comfortably in his arms and under his navy blue sheets, my head on his chest and my fingers intertwined with the strings on his hoodie, I finally relax. I’m warm all through, and I don’t know if it’s because of Percy… or because of Percy.

“Hey, Perce?” I whisper into the darkness.

“Yeah?” he whispers back, just as quiet.

“You know how sometimes people fall in love, and they don’t even know it at all?”

“Like Silena and Beckendorf?”

“Yeah,” I laugh. “Like them. And like—“

“If you’re gonna say Katie and Travis, I’ve already bet twenty bucks on them getting together by the end of this summer.”

“Percy, shush, I’m trying to say something important,” I whack him gently on the chest. “But yeah, they’re totally and a hundred percent in love. Like, the rivals-to-lovers thing they’ve got going on is so cute.”

“Personally I like best-friends-to-lovers a lot more,” Percy admits softly, and I go quiet.

“Me too.”

Even though it’s pitch dark in his cabin right now, I can feel his smile.

“Hey, trouble?”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask, instead of answering.

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer,” I protest.

“That is totally an answer. You asked a question and I answered it. That makes it an answer.”

I roll my eyes, then remember he can’t see me. “Well, I want an actual answer.”

“Okay.” He reaches up and ruffles my hair, and instead of shoving his hand away like I usually would, I let him. “I call you trouble because no matter how much you try to be good and perfect and sweet all the time, trouble always finds you, and that’s adorably funny.”

I roll my eyes again. “Oh really,” I say flatly.

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

There’s silence for long enough for me to wonder if Percy has fallen asleep, and then he speaks again.

“So, trouble,” he says.

“Mhm?”

“You know I’m like, in love with you.”

I take a moment to even process that. “Huh?”

“I’m in love with you, trouble.” The arm that’s around me is suddenly a little tense. “Have been for a while. Uh, hopefully you don’t find that weird. Sorry.”

“Percy,” I half laugh. “I’m in love with you too, idiot.”

“Oh. Wait. Really? You are?”

“Of course.” Even though it’s dark, I know his face better than anyone’s, and I sit up just enough to kiss him. If it’s even possible, I get even more warm. “And just for the record, I like best-friends-to-lovers best too.”

[rodeoxqueen]

How the Sparda brothers help you study.

Howdy darlings. I wrote this on account that I will be spending the rest of the summer studying for the GRE.

-Rodeo

Dante

Is absolutely no help.

Helps however with distracting you when you really need it. Great at accompanying you during study breaks.

Will order you a pizza to save you and him cooking time so you can keep cramming.

“You need food for your brain, babe!”

Brews the strongest cup of coffee you can ever have. Had you wired for days.

Doodles on your old practice tests. Used a scantron as a plate once.

Dante doesn’t care much for school but supports you none the less.

Will drive you to your exam location on that devilish motorcycle.

Great at massaging the tension out of your neck, studying over his desk all day.

When you get your results back, he’s going to be the most supportive of whatever score you get. If it’s not the ideal, no biggie. If it’s exactly what you wanted, Dante practically pops a bottle of champagne open.

Vergil

Supportive from a distance as knowledge is part of the pursuit for power.

Might read through your test booklets to understand what you’re up against.

Thinks you’re so much smarter than him for taking this exam but will never admit it.

Makes Dante give up his desk for you to have ample space to study.

Silently brings you nourishment when you’re too invested to get up and get a bite to eat.

Cuts a portal for you to access your testing location. Nods sagely at you and wishes you well.

He will literally cut whoever grades your papers if you don’t get the score you want.

Would have cut them already but he knows you want to do well by merit and not by your connections. Offer is still on the table.

When you get your score back, Vergil will silently express his empathy as you either get your ideal score or do lesser than expected.

If you don’t do as well: “You will prove yourself once again. Do not lose hope. You will prosper in the next trial.”

If you do well or even better than expected: “I knew you would succeed. I had no doubt.” + kiss on the forehead.

V

Super invested in your academic success.

Will read the reading sections out to you.

Will help act as a pseudo proctor so you can get into the testing mentality.

Grades your papers for you.

Brings you tea and is sure to make sure you don’t overdo it with the caffeine.

His familiars have a bad habit of distracting you. Especially Shadow. Damn it you adorable cat the desk is not a bed get off the desk!!!

Wants you to succeed so badly it hurts to see you so stressed over this exam.

Asks Dante nicely for once to take you to your testing location. He owes him one. He’s glad to.

“My sweet, do your best and know that is enough.”

He’s there to offer his arms if you don’t do as well and soothes you, promising to be there for the continuation of your studies.

Also embracing you if you do get your projected score or better.

[whalesforhands]

reunited under the sun

“Aren’t you worried, Suguru?” Your head is upon his shoulder as you whisper those words into the air, the stale quietness reneging all of you to wait with bated breaths.

“He’s done well enough to this point.” Suguru’s hand is holding yours, lightly squeezing in efforts to calm you down. “I’m more proud of him than anything right now.”

“I guess I have to give that annoyance credit for that.” Nanami’s laying his head back as he leans against the wall, Haibara slapping him on the arm. “Kento!!! You can’t call him that when he’s been working so hard up to this point!!”

Nanami only grunts as Haibara attempts to lighten up his close friend’s moody self.

Time passes, ticks, runs by without a care in the world. The haze of the blue summer surrounding you all as the light chitter of Yaga talking to Haibara and Nanami fill your ears, Suguru’s light humming bringing you to a state gratified alleviation.

“I can’t wait to see him.”

“Haha, it has been close to 14 years since you last saw him, after-all.” Suguru’s leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead to finish off his sentence.

“I hope he’s not upset once he realizes where—“

“He’s here!” It’s Riko who sounds it out, Kuroi’s eyes smile reaching her eyes as she watches her young lady excitedly watch the glow, the formation and transportation of his soul manifest.

There’s a flash of shining light before Gojo Satoru appears directly in front of bench seats. Younger, and more youthful in appearance as he shakes his head, blinking.

“Satoru!” There’s a call of his name before he feels a someone quite literally crash into him, he stumbles slightly as he feels the object loop their arms around him, looking down only to be met with your sparking eyes.

“You…” He stares at you, as if in disbelief, hands trembling as they shakily, unsteadily land upon your waist, as if trying to return your embrace before his eyes flicker up to see Suguru, said boy’s hand raised in greeting as the black-haired sorcerer smiles at him.

“Yo,” There’s a decisive pause before he breaks into a wide grin, the sunlight enveloping him in the most gorgeous shimmer of its rays. “Satoru!”

“We finally meet again.”

——

“Satisfaction… I think I could’ve gone out with no regrets if you both were there too.” His face is serious, no longer shy to confess his true feelings, no longer hesitant to reveal his thoughts.

He’s changed, yet still all the same as his head rests upon your lap, letting your hands comb through his shorter hair, fingers lightly, comfortingly scratching his scalp as you close your eyes in quiet bliss. The hold he has on Suguru’s hand refuses to relent after his yearning for all these years, the grip intimate, familiar as he finally closes his eyes.

“Hmm.” Suguru’s blushing as he looks down at him with a bashful smile. “That’s embarrassing to say.”

“So what?” Satoru’s dismissive as he feels you take off the sunglasses upon his face, his eyes still closed as he chats and waves off a gruntled Nanami, the cheers of Haibara’s voice filling his ears as the muffled conversations of Riko, Kuroi and Yaga together nearby further placate his soul.

“I went too long without saying it, so—“

“So you don’t want anymore regrets, huh?” Suguru easily finishes his sentences for him, remembering Gojo going on and on with Yaga about how he thought sorcerers would always die with regrets.

Gojo Satoru goes quiet.

“Yea.” He’s finally smiling as he turns onto his side to bury his face into your navel, face now free to do so since you took the hindrance off his face. He probably needs them later, but still. Let him enjoy this moment—

“Oh, Satoru, you can open your eyes now.” Huh…? What is Suguru saying?

Won’t it hurt? He’s sure you’re all aware of how his Six Eyes can overwhelm—

“We promise.” Your hand caresses his cheek, coaxing him as Suguru’s hand gently squeezing in comfort as Gojo keeps them shut. “You won’t be in pain anymore.”

He cracks them open without a moment’s more of doubt, immediately jumping up from your lap when he notices that he isn’t seeing everything down to its molecular level, his sight now normal, less daunting, more akin to the views he could see when he was a mere child.

The world is more beautiful than he thought. Was there always this much colour? This level of vivid imagery? Thin, wispy clouds in the sky, skies so blue, summer scents that linger in his nose even now, the aroma of nostalgia that courses through his body. The blue is clearer now than it ever was, in this muggy mid-afternoon where it’s all come together.

Down below at the ground upon which he now stood, he noticed that the sun casted all your shadows as one.

“Is there anything you want to do now?” The radiance of your grin is highlighted now that he can finally go without his sunglasses, his hand moving forward to hold your cheek as you nuzzle back into his hand in response.

Yet again, it takes him barely a moment to make a choice.

“Shaved ice.”

previous masterlist END

Notes:

“Can I have a kiss?” Gojo’s staring right at the both of you as Suguru breaks into laughter, your shy face suddenly in sight as you nearly drop your frozen treat.

Suguru soon recovers, wiping at a tear from the corner of his eye as he steadies his own shaved ice in his hand. “S-sorry, Satoru— Pfft! I didn’t—“

He’s heaving with laughter as a bashful hand is placed over your mouth to mask your surprise. “I didn’t expect you to ask that directly, hahahah!”

“I-I’m being serious here!” After so long, it’s definitely a sight to see Gojo Satoru’s blushing face once more. You shake your head as you see Satoru throwing light punches at a hunched over Suguru’s shoulder, who was still absolutely losing it as you make your way towards the pouting boy.

You tap on his shoulder, making him turn towards you before you tiptoe, your hand gently dragging him down with the collar of his uniform jacket, before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

When you release, his eyes are absolutely awestruck, before you feel Suguru behind your back, sandwiching you between the both of them as you witness him administer a tender kiss to the other corner of Gojo’s lips.

Beautiful blue is absolutely stunned as he stands there, before a quiet whisper is breathed out with the fragrant summer breeze, under the warm sun where three souls have finally reunited eternally in the embrace of each other.

“I didn’t say you both could stop.”

(“We just gotta wait a little longer for Shoko, right?”

Gojo’s arm is winding itself around both your and Geto’s shoulders as he interrupts your ongoing conversations about what shaved ice flavour everyone would like.

“I don’t mind waiting if I have all of you.”

“So cheesy.”

“Yea, too much so.”

Satoru’s pouting as he tries to immediately retract his hands, before he feels them being held in place by both of yours.

“Hmph! At least make it more obvious you guys like it when I’m being honest!” He’s huffing, filling his cheeks with air as he pouts.

There’s only the sound of your combined laughters filling his ears now.)

[thereticx]

៚𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌

inspired by this song

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

summary: Eren Jaeger shows his face again after a whole year away, recovering from the mess that was yours' breakup. Summer was already here and with it there's no escaping one another.

warnings: break up, ex's to lovers, cheating rumors, sexual themes, slight body talk

author's note: first attempt to write something that includes a song so I hope this isn't terrible (also the first one shot with smut after some time)

✎"Darling, you need to eat something. Please" Carla's voice rang through the massive room where she and her son stood for almost an hour trying to enjoy some good food. She hated seeing him like this, empty and absent.

Eren played with the fork while slowly raising his eyes to face his mother. He tried to mimic a smile as best as he could, maybe just maybe, she'll let it go "I'm not that hungry I ate before I got here"

The long ride to his mother's house gave him enough time to put himself together, to put up a front, convincing enough in order to not raise suspicions. But he forgot that it's his mother. Carla could read him like an open book, she was able to break through his facade and see him.

"Sweetheart, did you break up? Or is it something else? You know you can—"

"Yeah, we did" The boy felt how tears were about to fall from his eyes. God, he hated crying. It made him weak and hopeless. A single question was enough to take him back to that day where all went downhill.

「Hand over heart, I'm praying

That I'm gonna make it out alive 」

"Three years, Eren! Three damn years!" Your mouth tasted the salty tears that slipped over your chapped lips, then it hit you "Why?"

Eren stood in front of you, his eyes scanning your form. Your beautiful face was coated with tears and your eyes were tinted red from all the emotions flowing through them. Those eyes he got lost in every night held so much pain, so much betrayal, for him.

"Baby…please.. I can explain, just—" His trembling hands reached out for you, taking your face in them, his thumb brushing away a droplet of water. Eren's touch was so comforting yet so strange in that moment. You didn't know what to do, how to react. Part of you wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the sting for days, but another part wanted to give up. It was quite tempting to fall into his arms, to let him taste your lips and whisper what you so desperately wanted to hear.

「You got me scattered in pieces

Shining like stars and screaming」

No it's not right. You couldn't offer him your forgiveness not this time. With a shaky breath you managed to break everything you two have built. Every happy moment where you were laughing together, kissing, undressing everything crumbled. To say it hurt like hell was an understatement. It felt horrible. Eren felt his heart hurt, his chest moving up and down so fast he couldn't breathe properly "Please don't….please"

「This is a modern fairy tale

No happy endings」

That day haunted you for weeks on end. You grew to miss him so—so much that nothing had meaning in your life without him.

Eren was the air you breathed, he was the sun that warmed you up whenever you had a messed up day, when you wanted to smash everything in your sight and just hysterically cry.

He would warm you up with his little smirk that showcased perfect teeth, coming to embrace you and kiss your eyelids, your hair and finally your lips. There, he spent a good amount of time, swallowing every regret you had for the day and every bad thought. His lips were so gentle and sweet you couldn't resist. His fingers playing with the hem of your shorts while saying "Let me love you, baby"

And who were you to deny him?

「The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

But I'm not alive until you call

And I'll bet the odds against it all」

The body that laid beside you was unknown, strange. Your soul refused to acknowledge it. The burning feeling you once got from Eren touching you, now it was locked up. There's no such thing as pleasure anymore. Only the gods now, you tried to love him. Your new boyfriend. You really did try.

If only he knew what was going on through your head a few hours ago when you had sex. If only he knew the boy who stole your mind and heart was far—far away and still you felt him so close.

His old shirts were kept in your closet, his ring that he had given you on your first year anniversary was kept beside you on your nightstand.

「There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants」

Nights were the worst. In those moments you felt like the most. Your body tingles when you wear his clothes and when you click on the album you're faced with thousands of memories. All of them printed on your mind that when you close your eyes you're able to see him.

「You got me sippin' on something

I can't compare to nothing」

"Eren…this is my boyfriend" A knife ripped his skin and struck his heart. Was this really happening? He shook his hand trying to be as polite as possible but deep down he wanted to break your boyfriend's head and steal you away from him.

Eren was dressed handsomely but adapted to the hot weather. He had his key necklace hidden under his shirt and a smaller one sitting right at the base of his neck. His arms were decorated with bracelets all of them from the time you went to parties together but what really caught your attention was the ring he wore. The one you bought him when he turned nineteen.

He always wore it, even at the gym. Despite the fact that it left nasty marks on his finger, he didn't dare take it off.

When you trailer your eyes up his form you caught his eyes. You could see the pain and regret was still there, but he restrained himself from making a move. His body just couldn't move. You saw the innerbattle he endured seeing you with another man. It was hard for you too, because if he was to take your hand in his right then and there you'll give in and abandon your morals.

Please do it.

He didn't.

「But then you disappear and make me wait

And every second's like torture」

This was a terrible idea. You shouldn't be here with him. Not alone. It's not like you didn't trust him, you didn't trust yourself.

"So, about that thing. I didn't cheat on you. Historia just got into a fight with Ymir and I hugged her. That's all" Eren felt like it was too late to explain everything. But he had hope that you'll take him back.

「Save your advice 'cause I won't hear

You might be right, but I don't care

There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants」

You smashed your cold lips against his, licking his lower lip to ask for entrance. His hands cupped your face keeping you so close your breaths became one. The taste of him was so addicting you desperately wanted to rip his clothes off.

"What about him?" He whispered, opening his eyes to scan your reaction. You smiled "The only one I care about right now is you. So, shut up and kiss me"

(the two of you broke up before this)

His arms lifted you by the hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him smirk against your neck, pressing wet hungry kisses. You tilted your head to the side allowing Eren to mark your neck. Your fingers were in his hair taking out his hair tie and letting the long strands of hair to rest on his shoulders "Eren..please"

"I know baby, I know" With one kiss pressed on your lips he laid you down on his bed sheets, admiring your body. You were curvier than he remembered, more beautiful if that was even possible.

Eren removed his shirt, his torso and abs on full display. He let your finger travel on his pecks while he rested his forehead on yours "I fucking missed you" Your touch raised goosebumps on his whole body and his pants were tighter with every second.

You sat up discarding your clothes along with your bra and underwear. You kept your thighs together to stop the slick from slipping further down your legs.

Eren watched you with hungry eyes when he noticed something. Your arms were around your middle, to hide something. He leaned in, taking your lips in his, meeting your tongue. You couldn't escape him. His overwhelming presence made you remove your arms from around you and pull him in, working your way to get him out of his pants.

Eren gripped his dick in his hand aligning with your entrance. His slit moved briefly up and down teasing you "Eren please.." You raised your hips to get some kind of friction.

The boy gripped your hips and stopped your movements "Tell me if it hurts" He pushed his tip inside, making you gripp the bedsheets. It's been a long time since he had been inside you and your now ex boyfriend wasn't even near as big as Eren.

He pushed forward making you close your eyes to stop the tears from building up "Relax baby I'm almost halfway"

Halfway?

"Eren it hurts—" Upon hearing you, he moved no more. His hands grabbed yours and squeezed them "Shh…you're doing so good love..so good" You opened your eyes seeing him look at you with so much love and admiration. He was painfully hard but still he took it slow for you.

His thumb drew circles on your hand while he whispered "Do you remember the first time we did it? You took me so good. Fuck, this pussy is perfect baby. You're perfect"

While he talked you were so focused that you didn't pay attention to the pain anymore "Can I move?"

Oh..

You slowly nodded your head and felt Eren's thrusts. His movements were slow but deep. Your walls hugged him so good he felt like cumming right then.

"Oh fuck—" He picked up the pace, making you see stars. His dick went deeper with every movement reaching your g spot.

You arched your back feeling your orgasm build up "Eren I'm about to cum" He let go of your arms letting you wrap them around his neck. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, panting.

Eren felt your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hit you "That's it baby. Let it go" He put his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair while he kissed your hair line.

When he pulled out of you, your juices where running down your inner thighs "No..you didn't get to cum"

He laughed sweetly pecking your lips "Don't worry about me—"

But you didn't listen. You pushed him on the bed, your lips kissing him lower and lower, reaching his still hard dick.

You looked up at him and god, he was about break. His hair stuck to his handsome face, his cheeks reddening. He was embarrassed.

You started kissing his dick from the base until you reached his tip. Your tongue came in contact with the precum and didn't hesitate to take him in all the way.

"Fuck—fuck" You felt his fingers grip your hair while he held you there for a second. He didn't apply pressure letting you do whatever.

You moved your head up and down, your tongue flat against his dick. He wasn't able to contain himself and thrusted up in your mouth "Don't stop fuck—"

You didn't dare to. Your hand squeezed his balls while you went faster. His moans were getting louder which indicated that he was close. Eren wasn't the one to shy away when having sex. He was as loud as he wanted.

His dick hit the back of your throat, releasing his load.

He watched you swallow his cum. You crawled on top of him kissing him. He trapped you with his arms, his lips biting your earlobe "I love you, Y/N"

You didn't reply with words but rather you kissed his jaw resting your head on his chest.

I love you

He knew that. You didn't have to speak.

For him it was enough that you were there.

That night the two of you made a promise. Through breathless moments you admitted to yourselves that…..

「The heart wants what it wants, baby

It wants what it wants, baby」

Your hearts want one another.

[iguana-eyanna]

NCIS: Damon Pt. 1

So I've been watching NCIS since summer and fell in love with a lot of supporting characters. Here are some blurbs I had in mind. <3

Damon Werth:

"Damon needs you, more than ever." Gibbs said as you stared at Damon through the one-way mirror glass.

"Special Agent Gibbs, I'm not sure. We broke up before his deployment." You said, tugging your cardigan closer.

You and Damon were high school sweethearts. He had dreams of serving his country, but his immune system got in the way of being medically cleared. In just an instant, he became one of the strongest and fastest soldiers in his unit. You couldn't believe how he progressed through training, but you kept it to yourself.

Things didn't go as planned the month before he deployed. He decided to break things off between both of you. You didn't understand, since both of you were thinking of marriage. Even if it wasn't easy, you had to move on for the sake of your unborn baby.

You found out just days after the breakup and Damon was already deployed. Up till now, two injured NCIS agents came to your doorstep asking you about your ex and that's how you ended up here.

"I never seen him so afraid." You whispered. Damon could only be described as a deranged beast, frightened of his surroundings as he tried to break free from his restraints.

"Somebody drugged him with enhancements. We're trying to figure out who did it." Gibbs said.

Your hand landed on your growing bump, feeling protective.

"You're the only one who can get through to him. You were listed as his emergency contact for a reason. If anything happens, I'll be outside the door in an instant." Gibbs reassured you.

You look at the agent and back to Damon, determined to get the love of your life back.

"I'm ready."

You were escorted out then arrived at the door where Damon was in. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, but you nodded to Special Agent Gibbs to open the door.

Once he did, Damon's head whipped towards who came in and saw you. He didn't say anything, but his eyes explained it all. Gibbs closed the door gently behind you and you slowly made your way to sit down.

You tried to formulate words, but they couldn't come out.

"Please tell me you're real."

"Wh-What?" You replied.

Damon gulped as he felt his throat dry, but he continued.

"Tell me that you're actually here, and I'm not hallucinating."

You thought for a moment, and you looked up at him.

"When you finally got enlisted, you wanted to take me out to this fancy restaurant. After that, we strolled through the park and you bought me a yellow rose from a stand. Then you said..."

"... I'd buy all the flowers in the world if it meant to see you smile again."

Damon's voice became soft and saw how his muscles relaxed. You raised your hand on the table, trying to reach him but he flinched back.

"I don't - I don't want to hurt you." He said, his voice straining.

"You won’t, Damon."

He scoffs as he sits back.

"Really? Who do you think hurt those agents that brought you in?"

You pause, but you held your ground.

"You were scared, you didn't know what was real and what wasn't."

"Don't make excuses for me, I hurt people. It's not safe for you or your baby to be here."

You could feel your eyes water as he also looked like he was close to tears.

"Damon, it's our baby."

He was speechless. All this time, he thought you already found someone and made a family together.

"How long have you've -"

"6 months. I found out after we broke up."

And that's when his shoulders began to violently shake. He began to sob and tried to face away from you, ashamed.

"I should have- stayed. I should have never - left you." He hiccuped, as his eyes began to grow red.

You got up from your seat and stood by Damon, enveloping your arms around him. He sank into your embrace as his sobs began to grow louder. You silently cried as well, as you held him closer, missing his touch.

"Dammy, they're trying to help you. You need to tell them who did this to you."

"I-I can't. It's complicated."

You let go, feeling a burning sensation in your chest.

"Damon, that agent told me you could overdose! You would rather die than live long enough to see your daughter born?"

His eyes soften as more tears threaten to pour down his face.

A daughter... he always wanted a girl.

He wanted to tell you the truth so bad. But if he admitted that he'd administered the enhancements to himself, he would have been dishonorably discharged. He fought so hard for his future in the Marines, that's all he ever wanted to be: a soldier.

But all he could do was look up at you with saddened eyes.

"I'm sorry." Damon whispered.

You stood still as your tears felt like they were burning.

"You're not the man I fell in love with, Damon. I hope this is worth it." You said, storming off as you opened the door. He called your name, then began to yell after the door was closed. He tried breaking off his restraints but there was no use. You close your eyes as you lean behind the door, sobbing. Agent Gibbs was there in front of you with sympathetic eyes and you hugged him, needing some comfort that you hadn't had in a long time.

Damon could hear your sobs outside the door, only wanting to hold you in his arms and place a loving hand on your bump where your little girl was safe.

But he knew he had to keep this secret to protect you two.

Even if it would kill him.

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids as nephilim <3

a/n: my roommate and i discussed this briefly and they wanted me to write blurbs so here we are ! i won't lie; this got me in my feels, so i hope it brings you comfort <33 pics not mine~

content: nephilim!straykids, supernatural au | wc: 0.6k | warnings: none really! | pairing: stray kids x gn!reader | requests: open

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

chan♡‧₊˚

the crackling of a bonfire, moss growing over forgotten rubble, a promise that’s kept

chan, though sometimes haunted by the turmoil of being an in-between being, loves nothing more than to use his powers to heal wounds. he sees beauty in once-broken things, and, when you meet him, you feel all your scars melt together into a beautiful masterpiece. when he looks at you, it’s as though you’ve stepped into fresh sunlight after being trapped in the cold.

minho♡‧₊˚

lightning in a summer storm, the smell of fresh tea leaves, finally getting what you need 

minho believes the best way to use his strength is to protect any and all creatures–humans included–from physical and emotional harm. when you meet him, your fear is replaced with only gratitude because the protector you once waited for is now by your side. when minho looks at you, the world seems renewed, like a forest after a fire.

changbin♡‧₊˚

flowers picked for someone special, handwritten notes, an “i love you” that warms your chest

changbin promised himself that his strength–physical and metaphysical–would only be used to uplift the world. in particular, he loved sending people signs that things were going to be okay. when you meet him, serenity cascades over you, everything falling into place. when changbin looks at you, you smile, knowing with certainty that joy is everlasting. 

hyunjin♡‧₊˚

the smell of the ocean, incense burning in a crystal shop, a gaze that reveals everything

hyunjin finds beauty everywhere, particularly in people. his heart aches knowing that everyone must hurt at one point or another, so he uses his powers to give art to those who are sad, lonely, and in pain. when you meet hyunjin, he hands you a watercolor, images flowing out of the page and enveloping your body in a comforting embrace. when he looks at you, you understand what it is like to be deeply and truly seen.

jisung♡‧₊˚

music playing in the distance, dewdrops in sunlight, hearing what you need to hear

jisung, as a writer by nature, is often up late into the night. he knows just how important safe escapism is, and he uses his abilities to ensure people have good, restorative dreams. when you first meet jisung, he promises to take away the stress of your day by returning you to a favorite imaginary land from childhood. when he looks at you, your shoulders relax because it finally all makes sense.  

felix♡‧₊˚

sunlight breaking through the trees, soft footsteps down familiar paths, a truth you can bear 

felix knows how much it hurts to be stranded and alone, so he channels in power into searching for lost animals and returning them to the warmth and belonging of their homes. when you meet him, he’s cradling a lost kitten in his arms, cooing so softly that your heart feels more soothed than you ever thought possible. when felix looks at you, it feels like a promise to find each other again and again and again. 

seungmin♡‧₊˚

laughter that lingers in your memory, autumn leaves falling, finding your safe space

seungmin finds the fun in every situation, and he thinks the best way to help others with his powers is to create pockets of joy in what can be such a dark world. when you meet seungmin, the sound of his laughter reverbing off your own makes the whole world fade away. when he looks at you, you know with certainty that happiness is around every corner, waiting for you.

jeongin♡‧₊˚

catching your breath after a long run, the comfort of a worn-in jacket, a heartfelt “thank you” 

jeongin spends his free time creating beautiful scenery to encourage people to slow down, breathe, and appreciate what life has to offer. when you meet him, you’re both wandering around a garden–his favorite–and you watch with wonder as a butterfly lands on his outstretched hand. when jeongin looks at you, your imagination runs wild, a swarm of butterflies filling your stomach with the endless possibilities he offers you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[wastelandmoony]

Tempt My Trouble (Final Part of TWLF)

Summary: New romances, hidden feelings, and a whole lotta angst.

Warnings: language, smut lite, mild violence

Word Count: 11.5k (she got a bit carried away)

A/N: IT'S HERE. Finally. After weeks of writing, and tearing my hair out, here is the final part of Things We Lost in the Fire. I apologize if anyone is disappointed, but I am also very excited to get back to work on my Marauders fic (go check it out if you're interested!)

Thank you all for reading, I truly appreciate it <3

Things We Lost in the Fire (Part One)

Dancing with Our Hands Tied (Part Two)

Read on AO3

Accompanying Playlist

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“Promise me you’ll come to Feldcroft this summer,” Sebastian growled as he crushed your bones with a bear hug. You squirmed in his arms, giggling as he dug fingers into your ribcage.

“—Promise me!”

“FINE! I promise! Now please—“ you finally pushed out of his grasp, “—get on the train, before it leaves without you two!”

Ominis stepped forward to place a chaste kiss on your cheek before boarding the engine, Sebastian lingering on the platform. 

“I’ll send an owl once I talk to Anne about a visit,” he embraced you once more, this time softer, one hand traveling to cradle the back of your head. It had been months since things had ended between you; the initial pain of the wound was gone, but the scars still remained, pink and healed but would ache when strained too far. 

“SEBASTIAN!” Imelda leaned out of the train car window, face pinched in annoyance while Ominis lingered behind her, shooting you both an apologetic expression. 

Sighing, you motioned towards the train, “I’ll tell Sirona to keep an eye on the post.”

Glancing towards Imelda’s scowl, then back to you, he gave a defeated smile, “I’ll see you soon.”

His eyes sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun, a kaleidoscope of warm amber tones that never ceased to pluck at your heartstrings. 

The train pulled away from Hogsmeade Station, clouds of steam dissipating quickly in the humid summer air. You waited until the scarlet engine was just a tiny spot on the horizon before making the walk back to the Three Broomsticks. Sirona had graciously let you continue the same agreement from the previous year, working at the pub in exchange for a place to stay. The old inn had become a second home, the sounds of over-served patrons and clinking glasses a comforting lullaby every night as you drifted off to sleep. Sirona had in turn become a surrogate mother, nagging you to take a break for meals, knocking on your bedroom door if she noticed the light on way past closing time; it was nice, having a pseudo-guardian again. You confided in her, everything from school, to friends, to Sebastian. She wasn’t thrilled about the antics from the past year, referring to him only as “that boy” with a tone of utter disdain. In addition, Imelda was reduced to just a sharp grimace, apparently a long standing pain in Sirona’s side. 

Sebastian’s owl arrived in the beginning of July, the folded parchment handed over with a sly wink from Sirona. He asked (in horribly scribbled sentences) for you to visit at the end of the month, Ominis would be there as well. You scrawled a response accepting his invitation before tying the letter to the leg of Sirona’s large barn owl and sending it off. 

“So,” she smirked from behind the bar, “what’d that boy want?” 

You rolled your eyes, coming around the corner and beginning to help clean pint glasses, “He asked me to visit in a few weeks.”

“Oh? And are you?” 

You sent a glare in her direction, feigning annoyance at the prying, “Yes, I will be, if that’s okay. I know it can get kind of crazy here in the summer—“

“Honey,” she held up a calming hand, “I managed just fine until you came along, no offense. Go see your friends, you deserve it.” 

Suppressing a smile, you went back to wiping down glassware as the large front doors swung open, bathing the dim bar in an almost unnaturally bright light. 

“Welcome!” Sirona called over the other patrons, “Have a seat wherever you like.”

A body dramatically flopped down onto a stool in front of the bar, a loud sigh drawing your attention.

“…Garreth?” You cocked an eyebrow. Not many of your schoolmates frequented Hogsmeade during the summer, either living too far away or opting to save the experience for the rest of the school year. 

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” He beamed a mega-watt smile, running a hand through his ginger curls. 

“What brings you in?” You leaned both forearms on the bar, studying his exasperated expression.

Garreth sighed again, “My mum and sister. She’s getting married next month, and mum insisted I get new dress robes from Gladrags. They got distracted by Madam Snelling and I slipped in here to hide.” 

You stifled a laugh, “So, what can I get you?” 

“Butterbeer would be great, thanks.”

Grabbing an empty mug, you walked to the tap at the end of the bar. As you began to pour, you glanced up to see Sirona across the room wiping down a table and staring at you. You raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“He’s cute!” She mouthed, nodded towards Garreth. 

You rolled your eyes, not allowing her the satisfaction of an actual response as you released the lever on the keg.

The mug left a wet streak across the bar as you slid it toward Gareth. 

He pulled out a few sickles, “What do I owe you?”

“It’s on me,” you offered a small grin, “for the horrors you’ve had to endure in the name of fashion.” 

He smirked, tipping the glass towards you, “I’ll only accept if you have a drink with me.”

“I’m sorry Garreth, I can’t, I’m working—“

“Yes she can,” Sirona practically apparated over, passing behind you to pour a matching pint and placing it in front of Garreth’s, “In fact, why don’t you take a break, it’s pretty slow anyway.”

“No, Sirona, it’s—“ before you could object, she had already vanished across the pub. You pressed your lips into a tight line, mortified by the entire scenario currently at play. Grabbing your pint, you motioned towards a vacant table near the front, Garreth following close behind. 

Garreth shared a few of your classes the past two years, but both of you had never actually spent time together outside of that. Being the resident Hogwarts class clown, you knew he was funny, but you didn’t know he was this charming? A few times during conversation, you found your ribs hurting from laughing so hard at something he said. The more you talked, the more you found yourself wishing he had been a fixture in your life much sooner. 

Sirona never said a word, but what was originally set to just be a short break, turned into a 90 minute, multi-drink rendezvous. Neither of you were paying attention to the time, and would’ve probably continued on if it wasn’t for the front doors being thrown open suddenly (and loudly).

“GARRETH WEASLEY!” A middle-aged witch with a similar shade of red hair stood in the doorway with her hands firmly placed on her hips, a younger version hovering behind in a mirrored state of annoyance. 

“Shit…” Garreth mumbled, placing his half-empty pint onto the table, “I better go before she gets even angrier—“

“—she can get angrier?”

His green eyes narrowed as he shot a look in your direction, “—you don’t want to be on the receiving end, trust me.”

“It’s okay, I better get back to work anyway,” you stood and began to clean up the empty mugs, “It was really good to see you, Garreth.”

He lingered at the edge of the table, eyes miles away as he fiddled with them hem of his shirt, “Would it be…too forward of me to ask you to join me at my sisters wedding?”

The invitation caught you off guard, accidentally fumbling an empty glass onto the table. The loud thump startled both of you, causing your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. Thankfully, it hadn’t shattered, something that would’ve sent you running upstairs never to be seen again. 

The absence of an answer had Garreth slightly flustered, moving towards the entrance where his mother was shooting daggers at him,  “It’s okay, don’t feel obligated, I get it. It’s short notice, and we—“

“—No, Garreth, I’d love to,” you placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to steady both of your nerves.

“Really?” His eyes widened, the multitudes of greens sparkling in the dim lights of the pub, “Brilliant! I’ll uh—I’ll send and owl with more details when I get home.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you beamed as he shot you one last smile before joining his family. Mrs. Weasley promptly grabbed him by the sleeve and practically dragged him outside, the sounds of her chastising voice permeating through the closing doors. 

———

You had been to Feldcroft a few times during Fifth Year, but never for pleasure. Each time had been a rather negative experience, resulting in someone’s pain whether it was Sebastian’s, Anne’s, or even yours. As the floo powder sifted through your fingers, you hoped this trip would be different. In a flash of green, the dusty floor of the Three Broomsticks swirled out of sight, quickly replaced by the warm glow of the Sallow’s cottage in Feldcroft. 

Two strong hands ripped you from the fireplace instantly, crushing you against an equally strong chest as the contents of your brain continued to adjust to the abrupt change in surroundings. 

“Sebastian, honestly!” A sweet voice chided, pulling you gently from his embrace, “She just arrived, give her a second to breathe!”

Anne placed a soft hand on your shoulder while you gave a sheepish smile, “It’s good to see you again.”

The two of you hadn’t spoken since the day in the catacombs, Anne had vanished before you could apologize or even explain what had happened. The guilt of it all had burrowed deep in your soul, and for a while you had drafted letter after letter addressed to her, explaining in great detail the events leading up to Solomon’s death, and the ones that followed. You needed her to know that what happened was unfortunate, but that you and Sebastian had meant well. Every letter met the same demise, crumpled up and incinerated with a wand flick. You could fight an encampment of Ashwinders single-handedly, but couldn’t bring yourself to send a bloody letter.

Coward. 

Anne’s kind, tired eyes stared unwaveringly into yours, and it took everything to not pull her in and apologize for everything; but you knew now wasn’t the time. 

“Put your bag on the chair, I want to show you something!” Sebastian called excitedly, moving towards the door. Suppressing a smile, you tossed your belongings onto the wooden kitchen chair and followed him outside. Feldcroft was exactly how you remembered, a charming little hamlet with small thatched-roof houses. Across the way you could see the row of dueling dummies lined up against the low fence, a young wizard firing basic spells into their wooden bodies. You thought of a young Sebastian, back before his world was upended at his parents deaths. Did he practice with these dummies as well; his small, freckled face sunburnt from spending hours perfecting levitation charms? What about Anne; was she better at dueling than her twin? Did the two of them stay outside until dark, pretending to be great sorcerers from their storybooks, until their parents finally called them inside for dinner? You swallowed the emotions that were rising, burying the sadness deep down. They were so young, they didn’t deserve any of this.

The fields around the small enclosure of houses were astonishingly green, dotted with tiny groupings of wildflowers as Sebastian led you out onto the main road. Dragonflies danced out of your way as he diverted up a dirt path, the rocky hill becoming more familiar as you trekked behind. As you wound around a large boulder, the realization of where he was taking you hit like a bludger strike. 

“Sebastian—“ you paused, fear beginning to creep up your throat as he swiveled a few feet ahead with a cocked eyebrow, “—I can’t…”

He walked forward and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “You can, I promise. I’ll be right here.”

The summer sun had baked his freckled skin, the small brown dots more prominent against his tanned face. You found yourself staring at them a little too long, searching for the lost boy from Feldcroft you had met two years ago; but he wasn’t there anymore, this was a different Sebastian, a softer one. 

He held out his hand, and you lingered in consideration.

“Trust me,“ his voice was steady, eyes full of quiet promise. 

After everything that had happened, did you still trust Sebastian? As your brain kicked and screamed, your heart raced forward with open arms.

You nodded, allowing him to lead you to the place where you had first seen the cracks in his psyche, back to the place where Anne was cursed years ago; back to Rookwood Castle. 

As the two of you came to the top of the hill where the ruins laid in wait, Sebastian moved behind you.

“What’re you doing?” You tried to spin around, but he grabbed both shoulders to keep you still. 

“It’s a surprise,” he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice as both hands covered your eyes from behind.

“Sebastian Sallow, I swear to—“ 

“—You said you trusted me!” He began to push you forward to continue walking. 

“I’m taking it back,” you deadpanned, stumbling slightly with arms outstretched in anticipation of tripping over a piece of rubble.

He laughed, the rumble emanating from his chest and into your spine, “You’re a terrible liar.”

You tripped over a rock, grabbing onto his forearm for stability, “And you’re a terrible shepherd, Sallow.” 

A few more steps and he brought you to a stop, hands still in place as he leaned closer to your ear.

“Ready?” His voice was low, but filled with hopeful anticipation. You nodded, heartbeat picking up knowing that the sight beyond his palms was one of so much past pain.

The sunlight was blinding as Sebastian took his hands away. You squinted and tried to force your eyes to readjust to the bright afternoon sun, the castle ruins slowly fading into view. The large stone structure was exactly the same, the vast majority collapsed and partly covered in climbing vines and overgrowth, but the large swath of grounds surrounding it had been transformed. Long gone were the broken statues, large pieces of rubble, and miscellaneous loyalist supplies, and in their wake stood dozens of flowerbeds. Sunflowers lined the long side of the castle, fat bumblebees buzzing amongst their towering stalks. The sight left you utterly speechless, spinning around to stare wide-eyed at a grinning Sebastian. 

“What do you think?” His eyes sparkled in the bright sun as they swept over your face.

You couldn’t find the words, instead just shaking your head as you wrapped him into a hug.

“…it was all Anne’s idea,” he whispered into your hair, “said she wanted to turn something synonymous with so much hurt into a place of beauty.”

You wanted to cry.

You wanted to sob, and scream for all of the things lost—but more importantly for what was gained back.

An approaching voice had you pulling away, “Ah—Sebastian, there you are.”

“Ominis!” You breathed, meeting him halfway for an embrace.

“Hello, love,” he kissed your cheek. His pale face was slightly flushed from the sun, bringing out the blue in his clouded eyes. 

Ominis quickly drew his attention back to Sebastian, “I need your help with the plots on the east side of the ruins,” he turned back to you briefly, “I could actually do with your help as well, if you’re interested?”

The width of your smile was something you hadn’t felt in a while.

“I’d be honored.”

———

By the time the three of you returned to the house, Anne had dinner ready. Working out in the hot sun had done a number on you, the exhaustion settling into your body the moment you sat down at the table, the other two boys in a clearly similar state. Though your fingernails were laden with dirt, clothes properly smudged and damp with sweat, you hadn’t felt this fulfilled and happy in years. 

You couldn’t help but notice the way Ominis acted around Anne during dinner. The way he lit up whenever she spoke, the tips of his ears flushing at any accidental graze of touch. The sight made the happiness blooming in your chest explode, only exacerbated by the fact that Anne seemed to get equally as flustered by his presence. 

That night, you slept beside Ominis on the floor by the fireplace, a makeshift bed of blankets and pillows strewn about. Sebastian had offered his bed next to Anne’s, but you had vehemently refused, leading to a small yelling match across the kitchen until he finally acquiesced with a low grumble. You didn’t mind sleeping on the ground, especially if it was next to Ominis, it gave you two an excuse to catch up without the prying ears of the Sallow twins. 

Anne fell asleep almost immediately, followed quickly by her brother, who was visibly trying to fight the heaviness of his eyelids. You and Ominis changed your conversation to hushed whispers, talking about everything that had happened since leaving Hogwarts over a month ago. Sebastian let out an obnoxious snore from his bed across the room, causing you and Ominis to stifle simultaneously laughter. Out of everyone, you had missed him the most; he was the one person you trusted above anyone else. 

As your giggles tapered off, you traced a finger on his open palm, “Ominis?”

He hummed, eyes beginning to close slowly.

“You love Anne, don’t you…”

His eyes opened fully, expression filled with silent resignation, “…yes,” he sighed, “I’ve been—quite fond of her since we were little…”

Your fingers wrapped around his, “I must admit, I’m a little surprised.”

Ominis’ brows furrowed in mild offense.

“I just mean—why did you try so hard to stop Sebastian from trying to find a cure?”

He sat up on an elbow, eyes narrowed slightly as he hovered above you, “I never wanted him to stop looking for a cure, I just didn’t want for it be through dark magic. I didn’t want for him to…taint Anne’s pure soul with it. She’s too good, better than the rest of us…I don’t deserve her…”

“Ominis—“

“I tried, you know. I spent almost every waking moment reading and researching a cure, I even tried asking my family if they had any connection to special healers. None of it worked…”

He laid back down, facing the ceiling with a vacant stare. You continued to hold his hand, tracing patterns with your thumb across his knuckles. 

“I think she loves you too…” you whispered, his head lolling to the side to give a hopeful smirk in return, “…you should see the way she looks at you.” 

Ominis rolled his full body to face you, squeezing your hand as his eyes fluttered shut. A small smile was the last thing you saw as you fell into a comfortable sleep.

———

The following morning, Sebastian woke the entire house bright and early with his loud presence. For someone as elegant as he was with spellcraft, he was an absolute thunderous troll otherwise. He animatedly explained the agenda for the day: hiking out to the shores of Feldcroft to swim in the sea. Anne would be joining as well, and after Ominis pestered her throughout breakfast on whether or not she felt up for it, you all finally left the house and set out for the coast. 

Sebastian led the way, followed closely by you, with Anne and Ominis side-by-side coming up the rear. The day was sweltering, sun beating down from a cloudless sky to bake the Scottish countryside to a burnt crisp. Behind you, Ominis and Anne were giggling and whispering about something, seemingly unfazed by the heat. 

“So,” you tried your hardest to make small talk to take your mind off the sweat rolling down the back of your neck, “Where’s Imelda? I had assumed she’d make an appearance this week.”

The comment wasn’t meant to come out rude, you’d actually worked really hard to come to terms with their relationship (the thought didn’t make you physically repulsed anymore, just mildly nauseous). 

Sebastian shook his head, squinting ahead in the bright sunlight, “She’s probably back in Irondale I suppose.”

“Oh,” You were a little unsure about his tone, nonchalant but behind it was something more, “Will we see her this week? I know she usually helps Anne—“

“No,” he said abruptly, “We uh—we’re not together anymore, she’s not speaking to me.”

The admission had your brain spinning. A million questions formed on the tip of your tongue, but Sebastian sped up his gait, an obvious indication that he didn’t want to discuss the matter further. 

“I can hear the waves!” Anne yelled, rushing forward to push past the two of you, dragging Ominis by the hand. You couldn’t help but notice the smile he had on his face as they raced over the hill. Sebastian didn’t say a word and just kept walking, while you tried to catch up to his wide steps. As you crested over the hill, the coast finally came in to view. The rocky shore stretched far in each direction, coming to an end at a high set of cliffs to the north. Anne was already frolicking in the waves by the time you arrived, Ominis standing just at the edge of the shoreline as she beckoned him in. 

Sebastian dropped the bag he’d been carrying onto the sand, walking off to wade into the shallow water. Sighing, you quietly joined his side, the warm sea water lapping at your calves as the two of you stared out on to the horizon. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry, I had no idea,” you said lowly, even though Ominis and Anne were currently off in their own little world paying zero mind to your conversation.

Sebastian shrugged off the apology, “It’s fine, really. I didn’t mean to be short with you, I just—have a lot on my mind…” 

He trailed off, eyes scanning the line where the sky and water met. You didn’t know what to say. Part of you was elated that Imelda was out of the picture, but the other half was unsure of where to go from here. You loved Sebastian, that much was true, but after everything that had happened, could you ever go back to the way things were? Could you openly trust Sebastian with your heart after he put you through the wringer? For a second, your mind wandered back to Garreth; the memory of his gentle hand on your arm made your gut twist with guilt.

What a weird notion. Why did you felt guilty? You didn’t owe Sebastian anything, nor Garreth for that matter.

As you silently battled with your own conflicting thoughts, Anne’s silent creeping presence went unnoticed. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a dousing splash of water cascading over her brother, the residual spray raining over your head.

“ANNE! Oh Merlin, you’ve done it now—“ Sebastian pushed the wet hair out of his eyes and lunged at his giggling twin, throwing her over his shoulder and launching them both into the water. They both emerged laughing, continuing to splash each other as you made your way over to Ominis on dry land. 

———

The sun was beginning to set as the four of you meandered back towards the house, skin warm and covered in a thin layer of salt and sand. Ominis and Anne led the way this time, talking quickly about some new book that he had lent her. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she let out a loud laugh, and you could clearly see how his cheeks began to flush at the sound.

“I wish he’d just make a move already…” Sebastian muttered beside you. 

You whipped around to face him, “You know?!”

He smirked, gesturing to the display in front of you, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Does it bother you?”

Sebastian shook his head instantly, “Anne is my sister, no one would ever be good enough for her—“

You watched ahead as Ominis held out his arm for Anne to take as they walked.

“—that is until I heard the way Ominis talks about her. He’s truly a romantic at heart, I’d trust him above anyone else to treat my sister the way she deserves.”

“Coming from a true romantic such as yourself, that must mean a lot,” you scoffed, shooting him a sly smile.

He feigned offense, “I’ll have you know, I can be quite the gentleman. Ask anyone—“

“—oh yeah? All of the girls you’ve swept off their feet?”

“It worked on you, didn’t it?” He grinned. You wanted nothing more than to smack the smug expression off his freckled little face. 

“I would hardly consider what we did in the Undercroft ‘romantic’…”

“Well, you never really gave me the chance—“

The blood in your veins ignited with anger. The joking manner in your voice vanished instantaneously.

“I gave you plenty of fucking chances, Sebastian. You were either just too thick, or too much of a coward to take them.” 

After one last blazing glare, you stormed off to join Ominis, unwilling to spend another second in the presence of Sebastian Sallow.

———

Tensions were still high through the night, only easing once Sebastian and Anne had fallen asleep, leaving you and Ominis to once again have a hushed conference amongst the floor pillows. 

“When were you planning on telling me about Sebastian and Imelda?” You whispered harshly, swatting at Ominis’ arm.

He shrugged off the assault, “It wasn’t my business to tell. Besides, I figured you would’ve found out shortly after visiting anyway.”

“So, what happened?”

“Hmm?”

“Between them. Why did they break up?” You were only partly being nosey, the other half genuinely wanted to know…for friendship loyalty purposes obviously.

“Oh, well, it was quite the argument,” Ominis raised his eyebrows at the memory, “As you know, I took the train back with them here to Feldcroft after school let out. Imelda was in a horrible mood and made it abundantly clear by her silent treatment the entire journey. Once we arrived, I went on ahead to meet Anne while Sebastian stayed back to smooth things over with Imelda. I’m not sure what happened after that, but by the time they got to the house, they were screaming at each other. That’s when I finally heard your name brought up—“

“—me?!”

“Yes, you. Imelda asked him to openly say he didn’t love you, and well…here we are.”

You stared blankly at Ominis, mouth slightly agape. Six months ago you would’ve been elated, but now all that was left was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“She left shortly after, and I spoke with Sebastian briefly, he didn’t want to talk much about it—you know how he gets—but he said apparently Imelda wasn’t too pleased about how he had acted towards you on the train platform.”

Shaking your head, you stared into the fireplace. Nothing had happened between you or Sebastian since you broke it off months ago, though he didn’t exactly go quietly. You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t made multiple attempts to steal you away in a vacant corridor, or try to wander his hands during study sessions in the library. Every single instance was met with the same defiance from you. It was over, he had made his choice. 

Sebastian couldn’t have it all. 

———

The rest of the week in Feldcroft went by quickly, days filled with laughter and adventure side-by-side with your best friends. Sebastian had made amends the morning after your argument, offering to take you flying around the cliffs as a peace offering. He was excellent on a broom, and you attempted to cajole him into trying out for quidditch this year, only to be met with a charming laugh and an eye roll. Nights consisted of secret whispers with Ominis, giggling covertly as you spoke of the plans you had for the new school year. You thought about telling him about Garreth, and the upcoming wedding invitation, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. You and Garreth were just friends, nothing newsworthy. 

A month wasn’t a long time, only 31 days until you would be able to see your friends again. The thought didn’t help as you said goodbye to Ominis, Anne, and Sebastian when the week was up. If anything came out of this visit, it was that Anne had finally become someone you considered a good friend, making you promise that you’d write to her at least once a week. After giving you his usual kiss on the cheek, Ominis placed a slender arm around Anne’s shoulders. You didn’t miss the way she turned into his side, making your heart swell. 

Sebastian was quiet as he wrapped you into a hug, lingering in the embrace as you stood on the train platform. As you breathed in his scent, your stomach flipped. 

———

“Ow!” You rubbed the top of your head where the pin had stabbed. 

“Sorry dear,” Sirona coo’d from behind, sliding the pin back through the braid to secure it, “I haven’t done anyone’s hair but my own in years.”

Garreth was set to meet you at the outskirts of Hogsmeade in an hour, escorting you to the wedding in Hogsfield a short walk north. Sirona was able to secure a deal on a secondhand dress from Gladrags, deep forest green with embroidered floral details along the hem. 

“Alright…you’re all done. Let’s see a spin then, shall we?” Sirona clapped, backing away from the chair. 

You stood and held out both arms, twirling once as she squealed, the smallest of smiles gracing your lips.

Sirona cradled your face in her hands, “You’re stunning, I hope you have the greatest time my dear.”

Overcome with sudden emotion, you buried your face into her shoulder, wrapping Sirona into a hug. Never knowing the privilege of having a mother, over the short time you’d known her, Sirona had become yours. Neither had vocalized it, but by the way she stroked your hair and hummed softly against your ear let you know she felt the same familial bond. 

As she pulled away, a hand quickly wiped both eyes, “Go on then, don’t want to keep him waiting.”

———

The flowing material of the dress swirled around as you walked toward the north gate of Hogsmeade, a good choice on Sirona’s part because the thought of suffering through an August wedding in a heavy skirted dress made you want to pass out on sight. Garreth’s hair contrasted greatly against the green hills, facing away as you approached him just beyond the gate. His sharp dress robes made him look extremely distinguished, and rather handsome. The crunch of gravel beneath your feet revealed your presence, and he spun around with his usual effervescent smile.

“Merlin…” he breathed.

Wrapping your arms self-consciously around your body, the familiar pang of panic swept through your chest. 

“Is it—is it too much? I’m sorry—“ you began, becoming flustered at the notion that you and Sirona had gone overboard with the entire ensemble. 

Garreth hadn’t stopped raking his eyes up and down your form, “—No! You’re…divine.”

You let out a relieved laugh, taking his outstretched arm to begin the walk towards Hogsfield.

With his free arm, Garreth began to flex his hand repeatedly, shaking out his elbow occasionally.

“Everything alright?” You asked, eyeing him quizzically. 

He continued extending his fingers, “Oh yeah, just trying to loosen up my wand arm because I have a feeling I’ll have to hex a few of my cousins for looking at my date in a less-than-appropriate way tonight.”   

You rolled your eyes dramatically, unable to stop from smiling at his antics. 

———

The day was beautiful. You’d never been to a wedding before, let alone a magical one. The Weasley’s were a fun bunch, and you were able to clearly see where Garreth got his mischievous energy from. During the ceremony, he kept catching your eye from the altar, contorting his face and forcing you to cover your mouth to stop from laughing audibly during the vows. He disappeared shortly after the recessional with his family, so you chose a secluded spot at one of the back tables underneath the reception tent, one where you could be a quiet observer amongst a sea of unfamiliar faces. After a few minutes, Garreth slumped into a chair, visibly out of breath, placing a glass of amber liquid in front of you.

“What is this?” You watched on as he downed his identical drink.

“Firewhisky,” he coughed.

“Why’re you so winded?” 

“My mother,” he exhaled, “She’s insane! There’s no need for that many photographs to be taken of one family, it’s absurd.”

“So you just left?”

“Of course! Couldn’t miss the party, could I? Not when I have the prettiest witch waiting for me,” Coming from any other wizard, the flirtation would have made you cringe, but Garreth was so genuine and sweet that the only thing you felt was warmth. 

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and so much dancing that towards the end you thought your feet would actually fall off. Garreth never left your side, introducing you to each member of the family and spinning you around to every song with the gentlest touch. It was easy with him; easy to talk, easy to laugh, easy to fall. By the last song of the night, you found yourself securely in Garreth’s arms, swaying slowly as he rested his head atop yours. As the music died, the two of you stayed rooted to the floor, unwilling to release from each other’s grasp. 

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” he whispered into your hair, leading you out into the cool night air, fingers softly threading together. 

The walk back to Hogsmeade went too quickly, and by the time you found yourself standing with Garreth at the door to the Three Broomsticks, the creeping empty feeling that you had long forgotten about became prevalent. 

“I had a really great time with you tonight,” Garreth said lowly, still refusing to let go of your hand. 

“Me too, thank you again for inviting me,” you laughed, “and please tell your Uncle Bilius that I plan on taking him up on that World Cup offer!”

Garreth rolled his eyes, “Oh Merlin, I’ll never hear the end of it…”

A smile played at his lips as you continued to giggle, settling into a heavy silence laden with palpable tension. You studied his face as he played with your fingers, the soft glow of a nearby lantern setting his hair ablaze with warm shades of red and orange. 

Continuing to stare at your conjoined hands, Garreth stilled his fingers.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

The pounding of your heart was so intense that it was shocking it hadn’t burst through your chest. A million responses flew through your mind, but none of the words made it past your lips, resulting in a simple nod of approval.

Garreth captured your lips shyly, running a hand along your jawline to cradle the side of your face as you leaned into him. It was soft and gentle, even as your lips parted to grant him more access. He held you like porcelain, delicate and cautious. There was no rush, no aggression or recklessness. But most importantly…there was no passion, no spark to light the fire deep inside of your chest that had burnt out months ago. You tried, scraping the flint of desire over and over in your mind while your hands found purchase in Garreth’s hair, yet the flame never took. 

———

Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be a wildfire. Maybe it was supposed to be quiet, like a warm summer breeze, easy and welcoming. The notion sat in your mind, in a deep corner waiting for a realization that you had been tossing back and forth since the night of the wedding. As the days counted down until the start of your final year at Hogwarts, Garreth had become a stable fixture. He wrote almost daily, and visited on weekends, sitting at the bar making you laugh while slinging butterbeer and firewhisky to the usual crowd of locals. You’d slowly convinced yourself that this is what you wanted, what you needed. 

September 1st hung over your head like a guillotine. As elated as you were to see your friends again and be in the only place you could ever describe as home, the thought of Sebastian finding out about your new relationship made your lungs constrict. The reaction was stupid, you’d convinced yourself, yet still spent the entire walk up to the castle running through every possible scenario. 

You waited for your friends by the doors of the Great Hall, picking at a loose string on the hem of your sleeve. Taking a deep breath, you settled on a final thought: You didn’t owe Sebastian anything. The tiniest voice in the catacombs of your mind answered back meekly: If that was the case, then why do you feel so guilty?

A familiar laugh filled the corridor, and you looked up to see Ominis and Sebastian entering through the large courtyard doors, the latter talking animatedly while Ominis nodded along. As the two boys approached, Sebastian caught your eye, breaking into a sly grin.

“There she is—“ he scooped you up and spun around while you stifled a laugh. 

“—knock it off! I just saw you a month ago!” You giggled as he placed you back down on solid ground.

Sebastian hadn’t stopped smiling, even as Ominis leaned forward to kiss your cheek. 

“Hello love,” his pale face was still a little sunburnt from his time in Feldcroft.

Sebastian motioned towards the Great Hall, “Shall we go in—“

A scarlet clad arm slung over your shoulders suddenly, looking up to find Garreth smiling down fondly, “Hello sweetheart, how are you?”

Your eyes flickered to Sebastian, watching as his smile faded into a tight line, jaw visibly clenching as he stared at the redhead currently hanging from your body. Garreth didn’t seem to notice the tension, smiling widely at both boys.

“Hello lads! Good summer?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, outright refusing to speak. Ominis, sensing his friends rage, cleared his throat.

“It was great, we all spent a lot of time together in Feldcroft. I hope yours was fun as well?” His eyes shot in your direction, sending an arrow of guilt through your body. You should’ve told him about Garreth, he’s your best friend for Merlin’s sake. 

“I can’t complain,” his grip on your shoulders tightened, “not when I got to spend some of it with a certain beautiful witch.”

You wanted to sink through the flagstones and die. This is the absolute last way you wanted Sebastian to find out about Garreth, through his innuendos and charming jokes. 

“Well, we should probably grab a seat at our table before it fills up,” Ominis grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve and began to pull him towards the hall. As you watched them leave, Sebastian finally set his eyes on you, taking the arrow in your still bleeding heart and twisting it lethally. 

———

Ominis Gaunt was many things: seventh year Slytherin, heir to one of the most powerful Wizarding families, brilliant at complex spellwork and a savant when it came to History of Magic. But above all, Ominis Gaunt was your rock. 

Sebastian had reverted back to a similar attitude he had adopted during the end of fifth year, pretending you didn’t exist while he floated around the castle like a ghost. The only difference was this time he went as far as to speak to you in short, clipped sentences during shared classes, like you were just another face in the crowd; like you had never been introduced to each other. He was trying to erase your history together. Somehow, that hurt more than him outright ignoring you. 

Ominis tried his best to be a neutral party as usual, never bringing up the current situation in conversation and speaking about Sebastian as if nothing had even happened. He asked about Garreth sometimes, being the gentleman that he was, though you knew he didn’t care in the slightest capacity about your relationship with the Gryffindor. For the most part, Ominis played mediator, inserting himself between you and Sebastian so that the tension didn’t hit a catastrophic peak. He was willing to do anything to piece the trio back together.

Your relationship with Garreth was going steady, filled with soft kisses in busy hallways, holding hands through the tables in the Great Hall; nights spent sneaking out of bed to steal midnight sweets from the kitchens. It was simple, breezy and light; the complete anthesis of everything you’d ever known. So why did you feel empty? 

You tried to fill the gaps with other thrills, quidditch being the main source. For the first time in years, the Hufflepuff team was actually pulling ahead, only slightly trailing Slytherin in the ranks.  From what you’d heard, Imelda was running an incredibly ruthless practice schedule this year, something that you were selfishly grateful for; it meant you had to put your entire mind into training, leaving all thoughts of Garreth (and Sebastian) on the ground. 

The day before a particularly important game against Ravenclaw, you snapped at Garreth for the first time, frustration beginning to bubble through the cracks in your relationship. He was being his usual playful self, attacking you with a hug following a horrifically boring Astronomy class. Already on edge about the upcoming match, paired with the mountain of yet-to-be-completed homework, his boisterous personality was doing nothing but grating on your nerves.

“Garreth, stop,” you groaned monotonously, his face finding the side of your neck to begin peppering kisses towards your jaw.

“GARRETH! I said stop—” You screeched, pushing out of his arms. His green eyes were wide with concern at your fuming expression.

“—can you please just…leave me alone for a moment,” you exhaled, avoiding his eyes entirely.

“Do you—want me to walk you to class like I usually do?” His voice was small, bleeding with confusion and sadness.

You shook your head “No, I just…need some space.”

Turning away, you strode angrily down the stairs of the tower, Garreth’s defeated eyes never leaving your retreating form.

Avoiding Garreth was difficult. Being one of the most popular boys in your year, he seemed to be everywhere at once; the only place you knew he’d be unlikely to haunt was the quidditch pitch, so on the morning of game day you decided to head down to the field early and get some warm-ups in. 

You’d forgotten completely about your frustration with Garreth once the game began, putting any and all brain power and effort into completely annihilating the Ravenclaw quidditch team. As the final whistle was blown, and the Hufflepuff stands were roaring with cheers for their winning house, you slowly coasted down onto the field. Quickly overtaken by a wave of hugs and pats on the back from your teammates, you couldn’t help the smile that erupted across your face. Streams of students began to emerge onto the field, chanting for the yellow and black house that was now tied with Slytherin for first place. Two large arms wrapped around your middle and spun your body around, finding Garreth’s infectious smile staring back. You couldn’t help but return it. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s okay,” you looked up at him as he leaned to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. Before you could register what was happening, he lifted you onto his shoulders, free hand gripping onto his hair as you stabilized. 

“OUT OF THE WAY! CHAMPION COMING THROUGH!” He boomed while you laughed, blushing from the increase of attention as Garreth weaved through the throngs of people towards the castle. You turned to look back at the pitch, noticing two figures sitting in the emptying stands. The glow from Ominis’ wand reflected off of his face as he got up to make the climb down the wooden stairs, while Sebastian’s eyes remained locked onto yours. He gave you a small, single congratulatory nod, causing the blood to evaporate from your body. 

———

Keeping true to your promise, you wrote Anne (for the most part) once a week. Kept mostly in the dark about your previous relations with Sebastian, she tended to check up on him through her responses, and you’d have to come up with something to tell her as to not give away the fact that you hadn’t spoken to her brother since the first day of school. 

The air was bitterly cold as you braved the December air to make the journey up to owlry, somehow roping Ominis into coming along. You held onto his arm as the two of you traversed the icy stone steps, enjoying the time alone together even in these unappealing conditions. Though not as frequent as before, the book swap you and Ominis had begun last year was still present; and you both chatted away in analysis of the recent novel as you navigated the tower.

“—How’s Garreth?” He asked after a lengthy description on your thoughts regarding the main character’s demise. 

“He’s…fine, why do you ask?” You knew Ominis didn’t actually care about him, he barely asked about your relationship. 

“I had overheard a sixth year describing a recent spat between the two of you in the Divination alcove and wondered if you were alright,” His pale eyes were trained on the steps in front of you, voice steady and unwavering as he fished for information. 

Annoyance flared behind your eyes, “I’d hardly call it a spat, more of a…mild disagreement.”

“About what?”

“None of your business, Ominis.”

A tense silence fell between you. He could always see right through you, yet every time you chose to fight him on it.

“…It’s killing him, you know,” he said lowly as you reached the top of the stairs. 

The wind whipped around as you stared at him quizzically, “Who? Garreth?”

Ominis shook his head sadly, “No, Sebastian. I’m afraid we’re losing him again, he’s not…he’s not here anymore—“

Memories of Sebastian’s dead eyed stare surfaced, the dark circles under his eyes prevalent as he skulked through the corridors during the end of fifth year, too lost and spiraling into dark magic to care about anything or anyone. You swallowed dryly.

“—I see a little piece of him fade every time he catches sight of you two in the halls.”

“Ominis, I can’t break up with Garreth just because Sebastian is jealous. Do you not remember everything he put me through? All of the times I cried to you about his complete disregard for my feelings?” 

Ominis tipped his head to the floor and sighed, “Yes, I remember, and I’m not asking for you to break up with Weasley. I’m just asking…please just consider talking to him.”

You scoffed, “Talking to him? He’s the one that’s treated me like a ghost the past few months! I didn’t stop speaking to him—“

“—have you ever considered that it’s too painful for him to make the first move?”

The statement froze you in place. 

Ominis must have sensed the confusion, because he continued on, “Sallow has a penchant for self-destruction, as we both know. He also is doomed to love things too deeply for his own good. It’s why he sabotages every relationship he’s ever had, whether it be family, friend, or romantic. I won’t excuse his actions, but I will defend his heart until I find someone else worthy to protect it—“

You leaned against the stone wall of owlry, the cold rock grounding your spinning thoughts. 

“—He’s afraid to lose you completely against his will, so he’s chosen to push you away himself. I know you’ve seen him, he searches for you in every corridor, every meal in the Great Hall is punctuated by his longing glances towards your table. As a friend to both of you, it’s becoming exhausting to witness.”

You coughed out a half-laugh, eliciting a small grin from Ominis, “I won’t make any promises, but I’ll try.”

He inclined his head in acceptance.

“So…speaking of relationships. How’re things with Anne?” You smirked.

Ominis blushed, “Things are…good.”

“Have you spoken with her about your seemingly mutual affection?” You teased.

The pink on his cheeks was beginning to darken, “…Yes.”

Your brows shot up, “What?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

Ominis shook his head in defeat, “It’s exhausting enough splitting my time between you and Sebastian, I can’t keep track of who I tell my secrets to.” “But…you’re my best friend, I tell you everything—“

“—like about Garreth?”

“…fair.”

Ominis sighed again, “You’re my best friend too, but so is Sebastian. And if I remember correctly, he used to be yours as well. Please, for my sanity and yours, try and make an effort to talk to him.”

You grabbed onto his arm once more, leading him into the owlry, “I’ll try.”

———

Mustering up the courage to talk to Sebastian was easier said than done, mainly due to Garreth’s constant presence. He seemed to orbit around you, a steady hand always glued to your back or intwined between your fingers. By the new year, you were beginning to suffocate. 

The opportunity finally came after Defense class, with Garreth serving detention for a recent incident involving a bubble-head charm prank gone horribly awry. Sebastian snuck out of class the moment Professor Hecat dismissed everyone, eager to put space between the two of you as usual. As you wove your way through the lingering students, the physical distance caused you to wonder how it had gotten this bad. The two of you had been glued at the hip during fifth year, with the following one obviously resulting in you being joined completely in another way (albeit in secrecy). How had this much distance been wedged between you both? 

You saw him take the shortcut through the upper corridor of the Defense Tower towards the courtyard, jogging slightly to catch up to his long strides. Reaching out, you stopped short of touching his arm; something that had come as a subconscious reaction to his presence. 

“Sebastian—“ his name almost didn’t make it out of your mouth as you fell into step beside him.

He stopped abruptly, eyes filled with cautious disbelief, “Hi…”

“Hey,” you breathed, offering a tiny smile, “How are you?”

He shook his head in confusion, voice turning cold,  “I’m…fine? Why do you ask?”

That hurt.

“I just—“ You swallowed all of the complex emotions bubbling up into your throat, “—we haven’t spoken in a while—“

“—we speak in class all the time.”

“You can hardly call one word acknowledgements and forced partnership a conversation, Sebastian.”

“How’s Weasley?” 

There it was. The animosity and jealousy had finally surfaced. 

Your eyes narrowed slightly, “He’s great, thank you for asking.” 

“I assumed he’d be here, seeing as how he always seems to be attached to your body in some way,” Sebastian eyed you with a weird ferocity that began to spark your nerves. 

“Don’t be cruel, Sebastian,” you muttered.

“Darling,” he growled, “You better than anyone know how cruel I can be. Commenting on Weasley’s incessant need to drag his hands over every inch of you publicly is nothing compared to what I could do.”

The timbre of his voice paired with the blatant admission of jealousy had your body scrambling for repose. The flame you had exhausted trying to ignite was now crackling, warming your core slowly. You steeled your shaking nerves.

“I have to get to practice, it was nice talking to you Sebastian,” angrily turning on your heel, you began to head in the opposite direction to grab your quidditch kit.

“Tell your boyfriend I said hello,” He called down the empty corridor, sending shivers down your spine.

———

For once, quidditch didn’t help soothe your rambling thoughts. Each lap around the pitch was half-hearted, something that the Hufflepuff captain caught onto immediately, sending you off early to “collect yourself”. 

You stomped to the dormitory, kicking off your muddy boots and tossing them across the bedroom. Poppy and the other girls weren’t back from dinner yet, leaving the room completely empty to your immense relief. Falling back onto the bed, you grabbed a gold throw pillow and placed it over your face, squeezing down hard as you let out a guttural scream. 

Fuck Sebastian. 

Fuck his jealousy.

Fuck his stupid, melodramatic attitude.

Fuck him.

Releasing the pillow, you stared at the low wooden rafters, taking deep breaths as you tried to get Sebastian Sallow out of your head. You shouldn’t be putting this much energy into him; you weren’t his, he wasn’t yours. 

You didn’t have feelings for him anymore.

You couldn’t have feelings for him anymore.

Rising up slowly, a borderline scalding bath sounded like a fantastic idea to calm your still-firing nerves. The other girls wouldn’t be back for a little bit, allowing plenty of time to dissociate in peace. 

Sinking into the tub, the water burned your skin in the most delightful way, warming all the way to your bones. You sat silently, leaning your head back against the porcelain and closing your eyes, trying to calm your mind. You thought about the upcoming Hufflepuff V. Gryffindor game, the wind blowing through your hair as you rocket around the pitch, the taste of imminent victory on your tongue. Your thoughts drift to Sebastian in the stands below, watching intently with his unwavering mahogany eyes. Scowling, you switch tactics, choosing instead to think of Garreth. Sneaking through the One-Eyed-Witch passageway, hand-in-hand, as he leads you towards Honeydukes’ storage room. He spins around and pins you to the cold tunnel wall and begins a tender assault on your neck. As your hands find his hair, you tug gently and are startled at the lack of length to it. Pulling back, your eyes trace the freckled face inches from yours, searching for the emerald green eyes of your Gryffindor, only to be met with twin hickory flames. Sebastian’s deft hands ghosted your body, gripping tighter to consume every sense. You didn’t fight the thought this time, only sinking lower into the water and letting your hands roam your burning body. As your fingers found desired purchase, an exasperated, desperate breath escaped your mouth as you dove headfirst into thoughts of someone other than your boyfriend.

———

Guilt burrowed its way quickly into your psyche, setting up camp in the front of your brain and consuming your waking thoughts. The dormant feelings being harbored for Sebastian had now fully surfaced, knocking you flat on your back. Seeing Garreth made your stomach churn, knowing that every time he took your hand or kissed you goodbye, in the back of your head you wished it was someone else. It didn’t take long to realize you needed to break up with him. 

It wasn’t like before, when you had ended things originally with Sebastian; Garreth had done nothing wrong, if anything he had been too good of a boyfriend, more than you deserved, honestly. The thought of breaking his golden heart was killing you slowly.

You’d been putting off the inevitable for weeks, going through the motions while you contemplated how to end the relationship in the least damaging way possible, but by the beginning of February, Garreth forced your hand. 

He bounded up to you at the Central Hall fountain, grinning broadly as he wrapped both arms around your body. 

“What’re your plans for Valentines Day my love?” He murmured into your hair as your blood pressure spiked.

“I—I don’t have any…” forming words was difficult, everything that you needed to say swirling beneath the surface but refusing to come out.

“Brilliant, because I have an idea—“

You couldn’t do this to him anymore.

“—Garreth,” you interjected, looking up at his excited expression, “Can we…go somewhere?”

His face fell slightly, “Like, right now?”

You nodded, beginning to walk down the stairs towards the courtyard as Garreth warmed your hand in his. The bitterly cold Highland air mimicked the current temperature of your veins; in a way, it brought a strange comfort, knowing that the world was just as desolate as you felt. Pulling your scarf tighter, you led Garreth to the large tree you’d spent so many warmer days lounging with Ominis and Sebastian. Beneath the barren branches, you spun to face your fate. Even outside in the freezing cold, Garreth was radiant; the scarlet in his robes complementing the warm tones of his hair. There was no backing out of this now, doing so would be selfish, he deserved better. 

“Everything alright?” He grinned, eyes showing an underlying apprehension.

Is this what sinking in quicksand felt like?

Your lungs constricted as you tried to fill them, “Garreth, I—I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

The statement came out more abruptly than you would’ve liked, and you made the mistake of watching his face fall completely, eyes growing darker in the harsh winter sun. 

You would have welcomed any Unforgivable at this point, frankly.

After a beat of insufferable silence, he spoke.

“I don’t understand…”

And then all of the words began to spill from your mouth at once.

“Garreth, you’re too good for me. You deserve someone wonderful who can return all of the love and devotion you so willingly give! I can’t—I can’t be that person—“

“—Does this have anything to do with Sallow?” He said it so casually, without any hint of malice or jealousy.

You nodded once, allowing him the same honesty he had always given you.

The corner of his lip raised slightly, “I see the way he looks at you, y’know. In a way, I always knew you two had a weird connection, I just thought maybe I was imagining it—“

“Garreth—“

“No, it’s alright, I’m not angry, I’m just…sad that I can’t call you mine.”

“I don’t belong to anyone, Garreth…”

He raised a brow, “Tell that to Sallow. He looks at me like a petulant child would if someone stole their favorite toy—”

You tried not to smile, knowing the exact glare he was referring to. 

“—and he watches you like a wolf. This overprotective, hungry gaze that frankly always makes me uncomfortable every time I’ve caught it. At first, I thought it was because you two were still close friends and he was just looking out for your wellbeing, but eventually I noticed it was different from that, there’s a heat behind it I can’t explain.”

You knew that look as well, it was the same one Sebastian used to give across the Great Hall as he sat beside Imelda, holding your gaze while he pretended the hands roaming beneath the table were yours. 

“Garreth, I’m sorry,” you whispered, head hung in defeat.

“Don’t be,” he lifted your chin with a finger, “I’m grateful for the time we spent together. Selfishly, I wish it was longer obviously, but it was fun while it lasted.”

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you hugged him, “Garreth Weasley, you are the most unselfish person I’ve ever met.”

He kissed the top of your head, a movement that caused tears to prick at your eyes. You didn’t deserve his kindness.

“Promise you won’t be a stranger, that’s all I ask,” he whispered. 

“Of course not, I could never,” you squeezed his middle before letting go, “Besides, who will I copy my Potions homework from?”

Garreth broke into a grin, offering to walk you to the Great Hall for lunch, and you graciously took his arm, the weight of everything feeling just a tiny bit lighter.

———

Word traveled fast about your romance with Garreth fizzling out, the hushed whispers seemingly following you throughout the hallways. Garreth himself showed no animosity, still offering to walk you to class some days, something that eased the tension in your heart greatly. Things with Sebastian were stagnant, the attempt to speak to him weeks ago resulting in more silence. Ominis on the other hand, had grown more vocal about how extremely asinine he thought the two of you were being, going as far as referring to you both as his “children” any chance he could. 

As Spring rolled around, and the grounds around the castle began to thaw, you received an opportunity to revisit an old pastime, one that you weren’t sure you even wanted to go back to. 

Lucan Brattleby had practically run face first into you in the Great Hall one morning, frantic and out of breath.

“I’m so glad I found you,” he exhaled, taking gulping breaths to regain composure.

You stared at him quizzically, throwing a schoolbag strap over your shoulder to leave, “What can I help you with Lucan?”

“Can you take over Crossed Wands until the end of the year? My mum will kill me if I don’t pass my OWL’s, and I don’t have the time to study between class, dueling club, and homework!”

You shook your head. Crossed Wands had been put in the past, knowing that Sebastian still frequented the club. 

“Sorry Lucan, I don’t duel anymore,” You began to leave the hall, the younger boy scurrying after you.

“Please, please, please! I’ll be forever in your debt! You’re the only one I trust! If you can’t do it, I’ll have to disband the club, and we’ve all worked so hard…” His voice became sad and distant, pulling at your heartstrings. You loved Crossed Wands, it was the first group of people that made you feel like you belonged in the magical world. You owed Lucan for bringing you that simple joy.

Spinning on your heel, he almost barreled into you.

“Fine,” you scowled, “but just until the end of the term.” 

Lucan swept you into a bone-crushing hug before scampering off down the hallway, “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You owe me, Brattleby!” You called after him.

“Noted!” He shouted before disappearing towards the greenhouses.

———

On the walk to the Clock Tower, you tried to think of anything besides seeing Sebastian. According to Ominis, he hadn’t reacted at all to the news of your breakup with Garreth, in fact, he had become even more absent from your life (if that were even possible). You’d see him in class, sitting far ahead of you, but you’d never catch him in the hallways. He’d also begun to take meals in the Slytherin Common Room, avoiding the Great Hall altogether. Part of you expected him to avoid Crossed Wands as well, but upon entering the Clock Tower, his eyes were the first that you saw. Leaning back casually on the steps, he followed you with an intense gaze, the rest of of his expression neutral as you stood in the center of the room. 

“Hello everyone!” You refused to look at him, eyes sweeping over the rest of the members scattered throughout the tower, “Lucan asked me to take over Crossed Wands for the rest of the term—“

Your eyes locked onto Natty, who was eagerly bouncing on her toes, smile beaming from across the room. Behind her, Leander grinned, both of their encouragement giving you the boost you so desperately needed. 

“—I’d love to see what you’ve all been working on, so let’s start off with a quick warm-up round. Volunteers, come to the center!”

The first meeting of Crossed Wands under your direction went exceedingly well, Lucan had taught the club a lot in your absence, with many of the younger members now being able to hold their own during solo duels. Sebastian didn’t fight during this meeting, choosing to stay in his reclined position and be a silent observer. You made a point to say goodbye to each member as they left, lingering behind for any questions on formation or incantations. 

As you smiled at the final student, you turned to grab your bag, realizing suddenly that Sebastian was still there, standing in the center of the room, twirling his wand absentmindedly in his fingers. You continued to ignore him, along with the increased rhythm of your heartbeat, as you grabbed your bag from the floor. As the strap looped over your shoulder, a stinging heat blew past your head. Looking in the direction it came from, you saw Sebastian with his wand raised, a familiar smirk gracing his face. 

“What’re you playing at?” You scowled, eyes narrowing at his smug expression.

He flicked his wand again, shooting red sparks at your feet.

“Sebastian, knock it off.”

Another flick, and the strap of your bag severed, dumping its contents onto the flagstones.

“What’s your fucking problem, Sallow?!” 

Sebastian got what he wanted, and you ripped your wand out of your pocket, shooting an immediate depulso blast, knocking him backwards. 

You waited as he got to his feet, “I’m not dueling you, Sebastian.” 

“What’re you afraid of?” He resumed his stance, corner of his mouth upturned devilishly as he shot a basic cast.

Blocking effortlessly, you returned it towards him, “Definitely not you.”

Sebastian cast a stunning spell that was quickly dodged.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said cooly.

The two of you continued to dance around each other’s spells. From the outside, one would think you were purposely missing each other, but in actuality you were perfectly matched, knowing each other inside and out, able to predict the next move. 

“What’re you talking about?” You dodged another spell.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” his ability to maintain a cool head during duels had always amazed you, voice level and devoid of emotion.

You dropped your wand arm in disbelief, “I’ve been avoiding you?!”

Sebastian caught your non-dominant arm with a stinging hex, the sharp pain radiating down to your fingertips like a lighting strike. The pain awakened something in you, unlocking the emotions that you had locked up inside for so long. Pandora’s box had been opened, the contents spilling out like a dam break, prepared to consume everything in their wake. You began to slash violently at Sebastian, not even paying attention to what spells you were throwing.

“You shut me out! You tried to erase me from your life like nothing ever happened! I haven’t spoken to you in months, Sebastian! All of this after I was forced to watch you flaunt your relationship with Imelda last year—“

“—You ended things with me!” Sebastian broke his shield to throw a quick spell, matching your intensity.

“BECAUSE IT WAS KILLING ME!” Tears were streaming down your face now, all while you continued to shoot towards him, blasting holes into the stone walls of the tower. 

He threw up another shield and advanced forward, “How do you think I felt?! Watching you with Weasley all year? His disgusting hands all over your body—“

“—You have no claim over me Sebastian, we weren’t together when I began dating Garreth—“

He continued forward as you slashed your wand through the air, each spell ricocheting off in an explosion of sparks. Sebastian was growing closer, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

“You’re right,” he growled, “I have no claim over you—“

A brief pause in spellwork was used to his advantage, casting a binding spell that rendered you helpless.

“—but I’ve been yours since the moment we met,” he was inches away, staring at your stiff body, eyes filled with sadness, longing, and desire, “From the very first time I heard your voice, saw that determined little frown you get when you’re dueling, witnessed your unbridled strength—you had me completely.”

You stopped trying to break the bind, tears streaming heavier as you watching Sebastian’s face slowly fall, eyes becoming wistful as he looked at you. 

“I know I ruined everything, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness—hell, I don’t even deserve your friendship, but I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he said lowly, flicking his wand to release the bind. 

Every muscle in your body relaxed, your arm snapping upwards to press the tip of your wand into his neck. 

“I don’t forgive you,” your voice was low, wavering slightly from the constriction caused by the still falling tears, “I hate you.”

“I don’t believe that…” he whispered, pressing forward more so that your wand was now lodged beneath his jawline. His dark eyes swept over your face, and you felt like your body was on fire.

“Fuck you Sebastian, you don’t know—“

Sebastian crashed his lips into yours, your wand clattering onto the floor as both hands found purchase in his hair.  

Flames licked your body as he trailed the heat down your neck, bruising the delicate skin with each movement of his mouth. Gasping, you tried to stamp the fire out, fighting against the hot tendrils snaking their way to your core.

“—I hate you…” the whisper came out like a stolen secret, quiet and hurried.

Sebastian bit down harshly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “…say it like you mean it.”

The fire was beginning to overtake you, burning through muscle and bone until erupting into a violent blaze. Leaning into the flames, you let it burn.

A strangled moan escaped your lips, answered quickly by a low growl emanating from Sebastian’s throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” He ripped you off the floor, hoisting you upwards to wrap both legs around his waist. From there, it was a ravenous dance of limbs and torn clothing; an aggressive, passionate waltz to the symphonic sound of heaving breaths and echoed moans. It was all consuming. It was everything. 

Afterwards, as you laid on the flagstones of the dark Clock Tower atop a heap of cloaks and garments, you traced Sebastian’s freckles like constellations. He delicately grasped your hand, placing the softest of kisses to the palm, a stark contrast from moments ago. His eyes were warm as they gazed back, and you felt the smoldering wick in your chest ache.

“Sebastian—“ you murmured, while he returned a contented hum in response. 

“—No more secrets, no more hiding. We’re either in this entirely, or not at all.”

Gently smoothing a hand across your cheek, he stared at you with the utmost seriousness, “I’m yours, as long as you’ll have me.”

You closed the space between you, kissing him slowly, “…and I’m yours.”

You felt Sebastian grin as he began to work along your jaw, stopping at the juncture of your ear to whisper “Say it again…”

“I’m yours.”

He moved to hover above you, “…again.”

A sharp bite had you gasping, “Yours—“

Sebastian pressed his body to yours, lifting his head to meet your lips.

“Mine,” he growled, before kissing you with enough heat to light every torch in the castle.

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A Final Note: Some of you wanted MC to end up with someone other than Sebastian, and I apologize if anyone is disappointed. There was never another option in my head; MC and Sebastian are both morally grey and have a lot of shared trauma. They are truly twin flames to me, and will either consume each other and become stronger together, or burn out entirely; the answer to that, I leave up to interpretation <3

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Request for soft Soap drabble:

Soap knows it's about to be reader's birthday and he's stressing about what to get her. He ends of confessing this while kissing her and they have a sweet heart-to-heart as a result. She implies future sexy times and his beautiful eyes light up at the thought.

I definitely got carried away with this one....

18+ MDNI Mentions of Sex

All the FEELS, Soft! Soap, overthinking teddy bear 🧼

It was subtle at first. A little less talkative, fewer stolen glances, fingers more deliberate than the playful ghosting, and the tapping. The constant tapping of his thumb like a distant march over a war-torn battlefield. But you didn't say anything. Soap wasn’t always one to speak his mind on what ate at him through his calm like demeanor. So you played it off, let it go as one of his reminiscent combat souvenirs breaking through the viscera of his mind.

What did catch you off guard was how he felt against you now. Your body sprawled over his amongst the plush pillows of your couch, lips caught in a tender embrace, yet he felt tense. Cautious. If he were to press too hard, you would merely crumble to dust beneath his hands.This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Combat barriers or not, you were determined to find out what was keeping your Johnny at bay.

“What’s eating at you, Johnny?”

Your murmured inquiry caught the Scot off guard, evidence clearly showing on his half-assed attempt of a perplexed expression. His eyes softened as he stared into you; bright cerulean orbs spinning around the tiniest of black holes. He couldn't lie to you, not like this. But he also didn’t have to disclose any more than he had to.

“Ahh, it ain’ nothin’ ya go’ta worry ‘bout, hen. Jus’ me o’erthinkin’ a wee bit, yeah?”

Reluctance. Hesitation. Suppression. They wrapped around his words like frayed fibers of an overused rope, twisting and tearing. Breaking. Johnny was honest, that you knew for sure. You pressed on regardless, softly.

“Soap MacTavish, you’re a terrible liar.”

Delicate, with enough deliberate tenderness to slowly open him up to you. His expression softened, just enough to shine a beacon into his mindful tinkerings. A playful tap on his chest would hopefully do the trick, break the dam and let whatever was eating at him flow freely.

“C’mon Johnny, spit it out.”

His eyes dropped, chest expanding and with a heavy sigh, those blue eyes met with yours again. Brighter now, like fresh sky after a warm summer rain.

“Ya gonnae think it’s stupid, bonnie.”

Sheepish. A crack in the concrete.

“Been frettin’ bout what ta get ya for, ya know…”

Your chest began to burn, lips pursed and your fingers danced across the fabric of his shirt as you let him continue his verbal torrent. His levee was breaking.

“Yer birt’day.”

The confused expression on your face must have been a sight to see. Johnny responded with his own puzzled look, eyebrows raised and a slight head tilt as he tried desperately to read through your amused beaming.

You pushed up on his chest, rearing yourself to hover over him.

“John MacTavish. Are you serious?”

He was lost. Eyes darting around trying to find an answer in an indatement object and coming up empty handed. You fell onto his chest and buried your face within the soft fabric, trying and failing to quell the bemused cackle emanating from your lungs.

“Johnny you are so adorable it makes me sick.”

Words muffled in linen, warm air flowing over your cheeks, and a blissful burning in your heart as you realized he remembered, when you had completely forgotten.

“What? I wannae do some’in nice for ya, is all.”

How? How does a man that treks across the globe, killing for a living break down into the most affectionate puppy dog at the thought of your birthday? Crossing your arms on his broad chest once more, you let your chin rest on the flesh of your hands and found it within the whites of his eyes. Love. In its simplest of forms.

“Johnny, there is nothing in this world that you could give me.”

You paused, letting the words drift through the air and drop like withered leaves.

“Everything is a memory when you’re not here. As much as I love the thought, I don’t want that. I want this.”

You firmly pressed a finger between the valley of his pecs, asserting the meaning of your words, burying them deep within his flesh.

“You, Johnny. All I’ve ever wanted is you.”

Your lips met again. The fire in his fingertips rekindled as they traced along the curves of your form. You moaned into him, letting him wrap around you completely, wholly. Your own fire began to burn, a hungry flame bellowing deep within your core.

“Hmm, I am getting a little hungry though, Soap.”

Your playful coo bringing a toothy smirk to the Scots face.

“Aye, whatcha cravin’ lass?

His accent thick, like molasses. And just as dangerously sweet.

“Something savory, and preferably cream filled.”

Soap’s eyes blew wide at your admission, a cerulean supernova collapsing deep within the realms of space. His palms spread over the cloth of your hips, fingers divoting into their smooth, meaty flesh.

“Huh, I thought I was the one suppose’ta be treatin’ ya.”

Tasting his mouth once more, your hands delved and made fast work of the buckle on his belt.

“Birthday girl gets what she wants, yeah?”

Hands cupping around the girth of his hardening cock, feeling the throb of his heart bellow through his tightening flesh. You waited for those two words, their sound like a prayer to the heavens above.

“Yes ma’am.” 

Drabbles Masterlist

[aegon-targaryen]

Zelink Week Day 1 - Yearning

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"We never work on archery," Zelda pointed out one day in the practice yard.

Link snorted. "You hit Ganondorf from fifty yards away on horseback. What's to work on?"

It had been ten months since that day, and four since they'd opened their hearts to each other. In the near-summer heat, she had forgone her crown, and he wore a loose Ordonian tunic that made no effort to conceal his scarred arms. The weather had drawn some of their friends out too—Auru and Telma traded information on a nearby bench; Ashei's attempt at teaching Ilia self-defense was devolving into giggles yet again.

"Always room for improvement," Zelda said.

Shrugging, Link plucked a bow from the rack and tossed it to her. She saw little action as queen and tended to favor magic in a fight, so she'd enlisted his help in keeping her other skills sharp.

He'd been reluctant to spar with her until they started to have fun. There was no danger here, no horror: just the simple satisfaction of their practice weapons smacking together, and that cool-eyed look of intense concentration on Link's face, and Zelda studying his every move like he was a puzzle to be solved. What she liked best was getting him to smile when she mastered something he'd taught her.

She had no delusions of beating him at swordplay, but this—the fletching soft between her fingers, the pull of the bowstring, the whole world narrowing down to the space between her and the target—Zelda had been born for this.

She could feel Link's eyes on her as she moved down the row of practice dummies and struck each one in the neck as easily as breathing. By the time she reached the end, the guards had paused their drills to cheer her on from across the courtyard.

"You just wanted an excuse to show off," Link accused, his eyebrows raised knowingly, his mouth sliding into a lopsided grin that crinkled the scar on his cheek. And he was right.

He understood her well enough to guess right.

For a brief moment, Zelda forgot the rest of the world. It felt less like falling and more like waking up on those bright spring mornings when dew sparkled the grass and birds greeted the dawn and everything felt reborn, even as the castle stepped into its old comforting routine.

That feeling terrified her down to the core.

Link had known so quickly, since that first warm day of the year when they'd gone out riding through Hyrule Field under the wonderfully clear sky. They had paused to let the horses drink, and at the glittering riverbank, the promise of spring made anything feel possible—even for Zelda and Link, with their scars and their broken hearts. She was standing just beside him, laughing at something he'd said, when Link caught her hands and looked into her eyes and told her quite simply: Zelda, I want you to know that I love you.

He hadn't expected her to say it back. He understood that she wasn't ready; he understood her fears and why she carried them. But now Zelda had that gift wrapped around her, like a warm cloak to keep her safe from any storm, and she had given him nothing in return.

The belltower announced the end of the castle's lunch break, and Zelda jumped at the sound, as though she hadn't been hearing it all her life. Link released a dejected sigh, trading glances with Ashei.

"We have to go," he told Zelda. "The merchant caravan we're escorting leaves in an hour."

"You'll return in a fortnight?" she replied, her voice sounding strange and remote to her own ears.

Link nodded. When they embraced, she found herself clinging hard to the leather strap that secured his scabbard to his back, and he pulled back with a frown. "Zelda? You okay?"

"Yes."

He furrowed his brow, a silent reminder that they'd once promised not to lie to one another.

"There is a knot I must untangle," Zelda admitted. "Let me do that, and I'll explain when you return."

"Okay," Link said reluctantly, kissing her forehead, then her lips, before he stepped away. "I'll see you later."

And those words, even though they used them all the time, snarled Zelda's thoughts even further. The last thing she needed was a reminder of Midna, who they'd both loved and lost. Even so, she repeated the phrase back, and when Link smiled, she returned that too—as always, she couldn't help herself.

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Two weeks passed unremarkably: meetings, paperwork, audiences with her people. Hyrule was roaring back from the Twilight with a resilience Zelda could only hope to match. She had never been prouder to be its queen.

Yet she could not settle. Auru watched her rifle aimlessly through the documents strewn across the table. They were working quietly in a solar that overlooked the gardens, doors and windows wide open to welcome the warmth.

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked.

"No," Zelda replied belligerently.

He took a slow sip of tea, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a manner she did not appreciate. As her childhood tutor, Auru was the closest thing she had left to family, and she was trying not to hide things from him anymore—partly because he was a shrewd old thing who could read her better than most. Still, she stayed quiet, her quill carving aggravated sentences into the parchment.

"If you're worried about Link, he's a good man," Auru began cautiously. "In fact, I doubt there is any man more worthy of you, Lady Queen."

"Link is a good man," Zelda agreed softly. He knew who she was and stayed anyway. He showed her the things he hid from the rest of the world. Somehow—after a life of trusting no one—trusting him had become second nature. "The danger does not come from him."

"It comes from you?" Auru guessed. When she didn't answer, he laid his hand over hers. "Lady Queen, you will not repeat your parents' mistakes. Nor should you spend your life apologizing for them."

"Even so, people will use Link against me. He will never have the peace he deserves."

"Has he asked you for peace?" asked a voice in the doorway. Telma sauntered in, her hands planted on her hips. Zelda pulled her hand away and straightened.

"You could have waited in my office," Auru said irritably. "You know better than to eavesdrop."

"I'd be a poor information broker if I did," Telma chuckled. "Besides, I only heard that last part. Lady Queen, if you want my advice: love is full of risks. Link has already accepted that; it's obvious every time he looks at you with those dreamy puppydog eyes. Now you must make your own decision."

With that, she snagged a cookie off the tray and ate it with the sumptuous delight of someone who never doubted herself.

Zelda wished for half that confidence. But she already knew her decision.

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Later that night, she woke to a nudge at the protective spells that guarded her windows from intruders. Usually this meant a rat was trying to get in—once, an intrepid owl—but when Zelda dragged herself out of bed to check, her heart nearly stopped at the large silhouette against the starry sky.

Lethal magic was crackling in her palms before she realized she didn't need it. He was lucky that she would always recognize him, no matter how dark the night, no matter what skin he wore.

Zelda waved away the spell and let the wolf into her bedroom. He dropped to the floor and loped towards her, a silent shadow of sharp lines and bristling fur—except for the luminous blue of his eyes. Meeting his intent gaze sent Zelda back to the day he and Midna had delivered hope to her cold twilit prison, the day she had first realized she wasn't alone.

"Oh, Link," she said, fighting a sudden tightness in her throat. "What happened? Are you all right?"

He lolled his tongue out in a doggish smile to show her that he was. Trying not to laugh, Zelda knelt to touch the thick fur between his ears. He huffed out a long breath, pushing his head into her hand.

"Should I change you back?" she asked.

Link closed his eyes and nodded.

Zelda reached out with the traces of Twili magic left behind from her joining with Midna. Though it had been arduous and painful the first time she'd returned Link to his true form, months of refining the power made the process far smoother this time. The wolf still trembled in her lap as she unhooked the shadow crystal's claws from him, but before long Link was holding her in his human arms.

"Hey, Zelda," he murmured, and if she had any lingering doubts, they dispersed at the sound of her name in his weary voice.

"Link," she replied. "Are you certain you're all right?"

"Better now. Thanks. Sorry I woke you."

"I'm glad you did. Someone might have seen you in the daylight, and then we'd have all sorts of problems."

Link chuckled in a quiet way that betrayed his exhaustion. Zelda pulled back to look him over. His boots were muddy, his hair a bird's nest; he smelled of wolf and rain and the road. But he was safe, and a rush of affection made her lean forward to press her lips to his.

"I missed you too," he teased.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, cheeks burning. "Did something go wrong with the caravan?"

"A kid ran off. The rain had washed away his tracks by the time we realized, so…I transformed to sniff him out. I think he had fun. He thought I was a dog."

"How did everyone else react?"

"Ashei kept them calm," Link replied, looking down at his scarred palms. Like most of what he'd done during the Twilight, he kept this secret close for a reason. "She wasn't that surprised. She remembered seeing a wolf at the bar once, and on Snowpeak, but she didn't know that it was…that I was…"

A beast. A monster. He didn't finish the sentence, but she could hear it anyway, because that was how Link had seen himself for a long time—and, on his bad days, still did.

"But Ashei stood by you," Zelda pointed out, taking his hand. "You saved the child, and he wasn't afraid. They both saw what matters."

Link squeezed her fingers, but he looked skeptical, and she thought suddenly of the gift he'd given her by the riverside, how she drew it out to light the way when things grew dark. She was carrying the weight of a thankless kingdom, but Link loved her. She was a fraud with a heart of ice, but Link loved her. Her family was long dead and Midna long gone, but Link loved her.

She wanted him to give him that too: a shield to guard him against the world, against himself.

For now, Zelda took in the small smile Link sent her way, despite his slumping shoulders, and she said, "You're tired."

"Yeah. I should go." He kissed her cheek and stood, stretching out his limbs shakily.

The word tumbled out of its own volition: "Don't."

Link looked at her hand, which had grabbed his before he could step away, then at her face. He waited with a soft look in his eyes, a look like the slow shifting of sunset into peaceful night.

"Don't go," Zelda said after several hammering beats of her heart. "You're tired. I missed you. I—I want you to stay."

She never told him what she wanted. Her desires had gone into the ground with her mother's coffin, and she'd surrendered everything else to Hyrule, and for a long time, no other life had been possible. Until Midna. Until Link.

He wrapped his hands around hers and drew her to her feet. "Then I'm staying," he promised.

After he changed into the clean clothes she lent him, they climbed into Zelda's bed together. She had never shared it with anyone, but with Link, nothing was ever as frightening as she expected it to be. He settled down as though he'd always been there, curled up in bleary happiness.

"That problem you had before I left," he murmured. "Did you untangle it?"

Watching Link's lashes flutter as he tried to stay awake, counting all the scars she could see, Zelda replied, "Yes. I believe so."

"Knew you would."

"Go to sleep, Link. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

He closed his eyes and slid away without argument. Zelda took a little longer, but she joined him when she was ready.

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In the clean light of morning, she took the chance to study his face again. His mouth was soft and boyish. His hair was an ungodly mess. He had a scar on his cheek, another on his temple, more of them spilling down his collarbones to disappear under the borrowed shirt.

Half of Hyrule spoke longingly of the Hero's proud blue eyes, of his peerless skill, of the legend surrounding him. But he was no legend; he was just Link, and sleep smoothed out his sharp edges until he looked even younger than his eighteen years.

When he woke up, the first thing he did was nestle closer to her. Quiet lay over them like unbroken snow.

"Link," Zelda said after a while, "I love you."

He blinked his blue wolf-eyes. The blush started in his cheeks and grew until he was red from hairline to neck. He answered in a hushed voice, "I love you too."

"I'm sorry it took me so long."

"Don't be. I knew, or—hoped. But thank you for saying it."

"You knew?" Zelda repeated. "How?"

"It's in your voice," Link said, kissing her lips. "And your hands." His lips brushed her knuckles. "And the way you look at me and see everything." He kissed the corner of each eye, her forehead, the bridge of her nose, until she started giggling.

"You must be seeing everything too, if I've been that obvious," Zelda said when she'd caught her breath. That would have mortified her once, but now it filled her with courage, even stronger than what she'd felt the first time their eyes met—because she knew him now, and she knew the battles that lay ahead, and she knew they were worth fighting.

"You're awful cute when you blush," Link informed her.

"You should see yourself!" Zelda countered, poking him in the cheek.

He laughed, and neither of them moved for a long time. The battles could wait.

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Thanks for reading! If you want more TP Zelink, consider checking out the chapter fic this is based on: As Dusk Falls!

[shuhwaa]

Chaeyoung | Summer

Twice Chaeyoung x gn!reader words: ~600 genre: fluff, a hint of angst warnings: none

Desc.: During your university's summer festival, you and your girlfriend Chaeyoung run off to an empty club room together to hide from everyone else and to share a few kisses in secret.

The sun is setting, casting long shadows onto the ground of the club room and shrouding your surroundings in a warm, orange light. 

"What?" your girlfriend smiles, chuckling at you, who's busy tracing her features with your gaze. You've looked at her so many times, and still your eyes don't seem to get tired of taking in her beauty millimeter by millimeter. You let your index finger trace a line up her arm - she's wearing a loose, sleeveless shirt today, leaving her tattoos visible. Fingertips dancing from one to the other, you eventually rest your palm against her cheek. She's still smiling at you.

"Nothing," you mutter as you lean in, sitting right in front of her on the floor. The bustling noise of your university's summer festival comes in through the open windows, but it's all mere background noise to you as you kiss your girlfriend. Chaeyoung wraps her fingers around your wrist as she falls into your rhythm, and she throws her other arm around your shoulders. "It's just..." you mumble when you pull back. Once again your eyes search her face, and when you find the blush dusted onto her cheeks as she looks at you with big eyes, you begin to wonder why she chose you of all people. 

As if she knew what you're thinking about, Chaeyoung shakes her head and she pulls you in again.

"Don't think too much, Y/N," she whispers against your lips, before sharing another deep kiss with you. You feel your love for her overwhelming you, and so you wrap your arms around her body tightly, pulling her close to you. Running your fingers through her hair, you cause her to smile into the kiss, before playfully sinking her teeth into your lower lip. You let out a soft moan, to which she reciprocates the embrace, holding onto your shoulders as she continues kissing you tenderly. As if you were something that could break into a million pieces, something precious she wants to protect. 

This time when you part, neither of you says anything for a while. Still, you find yourself searching for an answer, eyes wandering down her body, mindlessly following the lines and shapes on her arms, and eventually returning to her face only to find she's been observing you the entire time.

"We should go back," you say quickly. "The others must be looking for us."

"Y/N," Chaeyoung calls out your name, rolling off her tongue softly. 

"What...?" you ask. She moves away just a bit, until her back hits the wall behind her. Now holding your hands in hers, fingers intertwined, she becomes serious.

"I love you," she says. "Just because you're you." And just as you inevitably show her a frown, she presses another warm kiss against your lips. "So stop doubting it," she mutters when she pulls back, "because this is real." 

You don't know what to say to her sudden confession. So you simply nod, and when you look into her eyes you find nothing but adoration behind them. 

"Okay," you whisper. Chaeyoung smiles in response, and her joyful expression makes your heart skip a beat.

"Then let's go," she says, pulling the two of you up, and with her hand in yours and overflowing warmth in your chest, you return to the courtyard, where the festival is still in full swing.

[marie-swriting]

Home Again - Bucky Barnes

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : Your husband Bucky gets called to war, leaving you and your son Michael behind but he promises you'll meet again, little did he know "again" meant "seventy-four years".

Warnings : starts in the 40's, angst, character's death, mention of Bucky's trauma, loss of father, mention of war, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.7k

French version

Song inspiration : We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn

Your back against Bucky’s torso, you’re both comfortably settled on your couch. You’re holding his left hand against your chest and you’re softly stroking his wedding ring on his finger. Sometimes, Bucky brings both of your hands to his mouth to kiss yours. In his other hand, he’s holding The Hobbit while he’s reading out loud. As it often happens when your child Michael, who is one year old, is napping, you and Bucky make the most of this moment of silence to lay down and read. Even if you change books from time to time, you often re-read Tolkien’s work. Bucky is the one who introduced it to you so it’s kind of become your book. Bucky keeps reading, lulling you delicately with his voice, as usual. A light breeze coming from the open window of your living room comes your way to sweep away the summer heat. Somebody knocking on the door interrupts Bucky in the middle of a sentence. He markes the page then closes the book and you tell him you’re going to check who it is. You leave Bucky’s arm, peck his lips and walk to the front door. When you open it, you find a man with an army uniform. You instantly understand what news he is going to break to you.

“My respects, Mrs.Barnes,” he greets you with a nod, “is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes here ?”

“Yes, he is.” you inform, “Buck, can you please come here, honey ?” you call your husband.

You hear Bucky putting down the book on the couch and walking to you. Once he’s next to you, you step aside to allow him to see the man. As soon as he notices it’s someone from the army, Bucky gives a salute before listening to the information. You watch the interaction, even though you feel like you’re not here mentally. The conversation doesn’t seem to reach your ears, except for one sentence ‘you’re leaving tomorrow.’. These last words keep echoing inside your head as you realise in a few hours, Bucky won't be by yours and your son’s side anymore until an indeterminate day - if he comes back home safely. As soon as you see Bucky salutes again, you quickly say goodbye to the commanding officer whilst Bucky closes the door. Once you’re alone again, there’s a heavy silence. Bucky analyses your face, trying to understand your thoughts coming thick and fast. He’s about to say something to you when Michael’s cries take you out of your trance.

“I’m gonna go check on him. You should get ready, you’re supposed to meet Steve soon.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he calls you with a soft voice, taking your hand, “you know everything will be alright for me, right ?”

“I don’t have any doubt about it.” you smile, stroking his left cheek and kissing his right.

You break the embrace and go upstairs to see your son. You find him crying because he’s lost his teddy bear, you take Michael in your arms before grabbing his bear and giving it back to him as you try to soothe him. Rocking him slowly, you set your gaze on his face and you scrutinise his traits which are so close to Bucky’s and you feel tears forming in your eyes, in spite of yourself. You knew it was only a matter of time before Bucky would be called to go to war, you were just hoping you’ll get more time before his departure. You’re holding your tears back, not wanting Bucky to find your puffy eyes. You have to stay strong for him until the next day, when he’ll be gone. He’s the one going to war, you can’t be the one crying. Yet, you can’t help it. The fear of losing Bucky to the war increased the moment you opened the door.

For Bucky’s last night, you spend it at the Stark Expo with Steve and Michael. You make the best out of this last moment together. Bucky is starry-eyed as he watches the several inventions while you try to memorise Bucky being happy. God only knows how you’re going to have him back at the end of the war. You look at him interacting with your son, the moments warming your heart, especially when Michael giggles because of Bucky’s antics.

However, this moment has quickly become an old memory as soon as, with Bucky and Michael, you’re on the dock, waiting for the moment he’ll officially have to leave you. The beginning of the summer morning makes this day a bit less insufferable. The bright sun seems to want to give you a bit of hope for Bucky’s future. However, the sun can be luminous, it doesn’t erase your anxiety. Even the sight of Bucky holding your son in his arms, enjoying this last instant with him, doesn’t help to reduce your fear. Bucky keeps talking to you, hoping to take your mind off things. Even if you do your best to hide your emotions since the announcement of his departure, Bucky can see the sadness in your eyes. Notwithstanding, if he had to be honest, by doing this, it allows him not to think of the horrors of the war he’ll witness. He tries to look contented in front of you, but deep down, he’s scared of not coming back, leaving you a widow and your son without a father.

When the soldiers are officially called, you take Michael in your arms and Bucky grabs his bag. You don’t look at Bucky in the eyes, worried you’ll break down in front of him. He puts his fingers under your chin to lift your head up.

“Everything will be okay, sweetheart. I’ll be back before you know it.” he assures you with a comforting smile.

“Bucky, we don’t know if…”

You leave your sentence up in the air, not daring to express out loud the possibility of losing Bucky whilst your eyes get teary.

“Hey, we’ll meet again. I don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again because I’ll always come back to you and to him.”, Bucky affirms, putting his right hand on your cheek and his left one on Michael’s. “You’ll see, it’ll be a sunny day like this one and we’ll make up for the lost time. I’ll come back home, no matter how long it might take. I promise. Everything will be alright for me.”

“Still, be careful. I want you back in one piece.” you state with a sad smile.

“You know me, I’m always careful.”, Bucky reminds you, kissing your left hand on your wedding ring. “Take care of yourselves.”

“As always.”

Bucky and you keep looking each other in the eyes until you hear a voice claiming it’s the last call before the departure, interrupting your moment.

“I need to go. I love you both.”

“Lobe you, dada.” Micahel tries to say.

“I love you, too, Mikey.” Bucky answers him, kissing his cheek, “Dada will be home soon. Be good to mommy. I’ll write to you both every day.” he promises.

“You better or I’ll do like Steve and do everything to enlist.” you affirm, making Bucky chuckle.

“This punk has a bad influence on you.”

“He’s your best friend. You have only yourself to blame.” you joke before having a serious expression on your face. “I love you, James.”

You don’t use Bucky’s name often, only during serious situations. When he hears his name coming out of your lips, Bucky knows the real meaning behind your ‘I love you’ is : ‘be careful, I will wait for you, come back home to us, I love you.’

“I love you, too, Y/N.” he replies but he actually means ‘I'll do everything I can to come back to you, I won't leave you and Michael behind, I'll stay as safe as I can, I love you.’

Bucky kisses you one last time while he’s stroking Michael’s back. Once he breaks the kiss, he presses his lips again on your son’s cheek before leaving for good. You watch him go, your tears already flowing freely. You can’t hold them anymore. You keep your gaze on Bucky until he disappears on the ship. You stay on the dock until the ship leaves the port. When Bucky is officially away from you, you lower your eyes to Michael who’s looking at you with curious eyes, not understanding the situation. You stare at your son, the only part of Bucky who’s with you now, until the man you love comes home from war. 

Seventy-four years later, you’re still staring at your son, only his face has become older since Bucky left, just like yours. By looking at Michael, you can have an idea of what Bucky could have looked like if war hadn’t stolen him from you. Bucky’s loss was the worst trial you ever went through. You still remember the scream of pain you made but also the sound of your heart breaking in your chest when you heard the news. Your son was three at that time so you had to handle the sorrow as best as you could to make sure Michael would have a happy and complete life, despite the absence of his father. You ensured Michael never forgot who Bucky was. You told him every story involving Bucky, and also Uncle Steve, in addition to placing every picture you have, like this he’d always remember Bucky’s face. If one asked Michael how you did as a mother, he’d say you did an exceptional job because, even if he has no memories, he feels like he really knows his father, thanks to you.

Once you became old, Michael took care of you, like you did with him your whole life. However, as he got older as well, it became harder and harder for Michael to look after you, but he didn’t want to leave you alone so he made sure you both are in the same retirement home. He even lives in the room next to you. By the time Steve got out of the ice, he made sure you both got the best home.

Currently, you’re in your room, decorated by the several memories you have including a picture of Bucky on your wedding day on your nightstand. Michael is sitting on the easy chair next to your bed while your granddaughter Allison is on your bed. The sunbeam is lighting up the room, warming it up just enough. Allison comes to visit you and Michael almost every day and from time to time, your great-granddaughter Claire does the same. Nevertheless, according to Allison, she doesn’t come visit you enough, to which you always tell her the same thing.

“Claire is twenty. She’s young, she’s right to go out. Besides, she calls us almost everyday. Let the kid live a little.”

“I know but she was supposed to come today.”

“She can always come tomorrow.” Michael assures her, making Allison sigh.

She’s about to add something when somebody knocks on the door. Before she can stand up, Michael goes to the door. He opens it and you hear someone say something, even if your old ears prevent you from understanding it. Michael doesn’t move for a second, as if he was in a state of shock. Not seeing who it is, you grow worried.

“Mikey, who is it ?”

As a simple answer, Michael steps aside with a wide eye gaze, allowing you to find Bucky still young, although he has grown his hair long and a beard, in front of you. You don’t dare to move, too afraid it’s still the same dream you’ve been doing for the past seventy-four years. When you realise your Bucky is really in front of you, you start to fidget. You try to take the cover off you and order Allison to help you get up, yet at your age, it’s almost mission impossible. Upon seeing you trying to act so quickly, Bucky runs to you, not wanting you to leave your bed, scared you’ll hurt yourself. As soon as he’s next to you, you don’t waste any second and throw yourself in his arms.

“You’re here. You’re home.” you murmur, crying.

“I told you I’d come back. On a sunny day, wasn’t it ?”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“You too, you have no idea.”

“How is this even possible ? They told me you were dead ! And how can you still be so young ?” you question, cupping his head.

“You remember Steve’s story ?” he asks and you nod, “It’s more or less the same one.”

“I can’t believe it. Mikey, he’s home again !” you exclaim to your son who has teary eyes.

“I’m so happy to see you again, son.”

Bucky turns to Michael and looks at him with a sad smile. Too overwhelmed, Michael can’t utter a single word. He only takes Bucky in his arms while crying. You see Bucky tightening his grip, enjoying the feeling of his son who changed so much since the last time he saw him. After a few instants, Michael breaks the embrace but keeps his eyes on Bucky.

“Dad,” your son clears his throat and shows Allison, “this is my daughter, Allison.”

“We’re grandparents ?” Bucky enquiries, shocked.

“Great-grandparents even !” you answer with a smile, “You have a great-granddaughter called Claire.”

“I feel like I have a lot to catch up on.”

“We’ll be glad to tell you everything.” Michael reassures him, gently hitting Bucky’s right shoulder.

And that’s what you do. The whole day, the three of you explain to Bucky several family stories and answer all of his questions. Sometimes, you try to ask him some as well yet, he always changes the subject, which you quickly notice. Bucky is sitting next to you on the bed, both of your hands intertwined, even if his gloves prevent you from directly feeling them. His jacket still on his body stops you from seeing his arms as well. You don’t understand why Bucky seems to want to keep some distance. You make a mental note to ask him once you’ll be alone. He’s attentively listening to Michael telling him about Allison’s first Christmas whilst you look at Bucky with more attention. Albeit he looks like the Bucky who left for war, you notice the dark circles under his eyes and the absence of the small sparkle that used to be in his eyes. His face almost hasn’t aged. It’s almost imperceptible, but you’ve stared at Bucky’s old photos far too often so you find those small changes with one look.

When the night comes, Allison goes home after helping Michael to go back to his room. Bucky is still beside you. After begging the nurses for a few minutes, they agreed to let you eat in your room in addition to allowing Bucky with you for the night. 

A peaceful silence is in the air while you’re looking at each other. Bucky scrutinises your face - he still thinks it’s beautiful, he’s happy he got the chance to see your face older, yet he’s sad he couldn’t see it ageing. He kisses your left ring finger on your wedding band, like he used to do, and you smile at his gesture. Bucky notices the ring is still the same ; and even if you had every right to get remarried, he’s glad to see you didn’t do it. As for you, you can’t help but be frustrated to not feel his fingers, he still hasn’t taken his gloves off, nor his jacket.

“Aren’t you hot ? You’ve been keeping these damn jacket and gloves all day.” you exclaim, annoyed.

“Are you trying to undress me ?”, Bucky laughs with a fake shocked face, “Come on, Y/N, a nurse could come here at any given moment !”

“Bucky,” you sigh, “you know what I meant. I haven’t seen you in seventy-four years, I’d like to touch your hands.”

Reluctantly, Bucky takes his right glove off and puts it in his jacket. He looks at his flesh hand before holding it out to you, trying to do a reassuring smile.

“And the other glove ?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“I… I’d rather keep it.”

“I’m old, not sick. You’re not gonna get any germ or something.” you joke, making Bucky smile.

“I know.” he says without adding anything else.

You take his right hand in yours, enjoying its calloused aspect. Bucky’s face turns into sadness whilst he slowly takes his hand out of yours and puts it on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”, Bucky whispers, “It wasn’t what I had planned.”

“We’re together again, it’s what matters.” you assure him with a genuine smile.

“Maybe, but I was afraid you’d be…”

Just like you when he had to go to war, he leaves his sentence up in the air, not daring to express the possibility of you being dead.

“Somehow, my body must have known you were still alive and waited for you to come back.”

“Probably.”

Bucky keeps stroking your cheek while you put your left hand on his, deepening the touch.

“Are you going to tell me the truth, now we’re alone ?” you ask him with a soft voice.

Knowing well what you’re talking about, Bucky tenses up, taking his hand away from your cheek whilst he instinctively hides his left hand in his jacket’s pocket.

“About what ?” he pretends to not understand.

“Bucky, I know you, despite all these years. And besides, the way you said you had ‘more or less’ the same story as Steve confirmed to me there's something you’re not telling me. What has happened to you during the war ? How can you still be so young and how could you survive that fall ?”

Realising his half-lie didn’t convince you is not a surprise to him. You knew him by heart before he went to war, of course you can still read him like an open book. At this instant, he even thinks you know him better than he does. This thought pinches his heart. He stays silent, not knowing what to answer when his eyes fall on a book on your nightstand.

“You still have it ?”

Upon hearing Bucky changing the subject, you roll your eyes whilst he grabs the harback, beside his picture. He opens your old copy of The Hobbit - now damaged because of the multiple times you’ve read it, and discovers annotations that weren’t there the last time he saw it. You never annotated the books you used to read together. Yet, after he left, you had started reading Tolkien’s book again and annotated every comment Bucky used to say while reading to have the impression you were still reading together. Bucky’s heart tightens in chest when he thinks of all the times you must have read The Hobbit as you tried to search for some comfort. 

“I never go anywhere without it.” you inform, “You’re not going to tell me the truth, are you ?”

“Maybe one day.”

Bucky knows it’s not fair to you to hide from you what happened to him. You’ll discover the truth eventually, he must be the one telling his story, but he wants to do it some other time. He doesn't want his reunion with you to be spoiled. You’re so happy to have him again, he doesn’t want to break your heart by explaining to you that for seventy years he has been tortured and used as a weapon, along with losing every memory he had with you and Michael until Steve found him again. Bucky finally has a chance to be with you after all these years, he can’t ruin everything with his story. He had to go through terrible things before arriving at this specific moment, he has to make sure it’s a happy memory. Since Wakanda, he has a second chance and he isn’t planning on wasting it. No, you don’t need to know everything he went through or did. You don’t need to know how he can still be fragile mentally. He’s by your side again, it’s all that matters.

“Why don’t you come laying down next to me and read to me The Hobbit like we used to ?” you end up proposing.

“With pleasure, sweetheart.”

Bucky helps you to find a good position on your bed before joining you. Once you are both comfortably settled down, you try to take his left hand, but quickly, he takes the book with this hand and gives you his right one. You frown because of the way he acted. You were always holding his left hand when you were reading. You try to not to think too much about it and stroke his right hand whilst Bucky starts reading the first words out loud. As soon as you hear Bucky’s voice, you feel like you went back to a time where everything was alright, where you were young and far away from the horrors of the war in your little home in Brooklyn with Michael peacefully napping upstairs. You take a deep breath, Bucky’s smell filling your nostrils like before. For the first time in seventy-four years, you feel at home again. A peaceful smile takes place on your face.

Tired by the emotions of the day, you allow yourself to fall asleep softly while you keep listening to Bucky’s voice, your strokes on his hand becoming less and less regular. Thanks to his supersoldier hearing, Bucky feels your breath slowing down, telling him you’re falling into Morphe’s arms. Upon turning the page, Bucky kisses the crown of your head. He keeps reading, listening attentively to your heartbeat. He finishes reading the second chapter when he hears your pulse going weaker and weaker until it can’t be perceptible anymore. Confronted by the silence, Bucky stops his reading. He needs a few seconds before realising you just left him. Instantly, his eyes get teary. He puts the book down on your nightstand and sets his gaze on you. Delicately, his hands find their way to your face where he can see the ghost of a smile. Bucky starts crying as soon as he sees it, even if you passed away happy and serene by his side, he had promised to meet you again but also to make up for the lost time and one day is not enough.

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{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

[windupiceheart]

ffxivwrite #2 - Bark

wc. 793, Strawbewwy ft. @windupnamazu​ ‘s Solar Tide and @winduphaurchefant​‘s Tomouji Mori

“Boy, if you can break free, follow the setting sun and you will find us.” Those were the last words he would ever hear from his father.

On his tenth summer they tied him to the sacred tree as they did for everyone in the Tumet tribe. Thirteen other children were tied alongside him. Though some of them had already gotten loose immediately after being tied and were running to catch up with the rest of the tribe. 

The boy struggled with all his might. Just you wait, I can break free. I can catch up. But his small frame had failed him. He watched as the other children broke free one by one. Desperate to follow, he used all the power he could muster, only to be let down once again. Frustrated, tears filled his eyes and he let out a loud grunt. The ropes were uncomfortable, and the bark from the tree dug into his skin. I want to go home. 

He tried everything he could think of. He tried to squirm out, he tried to use pure strength, he even tried to use his horns to cut the rope, but it was tied in such a way that he couldn’t reach it. 

Soon it was night. Exhausted, the boy’s eyes flickered closed. As he drifted to sleep, he heard the steps of another one who broke free.

He woke up hungry and thirsty, not having a bite to eat or drop to drink since the morning of the day before. He looked to the left and right of him, checking to see if anyone was still here with him. If anyone was, he could see them, and couldn’t very much go around to check the perimeter of the tree. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Maybe if he were to concentrate all of his power right where he needed it, the ropes would snap and he would be free.

“Hhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he concentrated really, really hard. “Yahhhh!!!!!” He put every ounce of energy into breaking the ropes. But his efforts were to no avail. He let out a yell. To the right of him, he heard some footsteps. 

“There’s no one left you know.”

“Huh?” The au ra looked up at the boy who appeared in front of him. He knew him. He was one of the other boys in his tribe. He didn’t like him.

“You’re the last one, I checked,” he sneered. “I knew you wouldn’t make it. A tiny flower, you. Smallest of us all. I heard your father tell mine that he didn’t think you would make it out.”

The boy was too tired to say anything back, so he tried to give the meanest eyes he could. The other boy laughed at him and started walking away. As he saw his silhouette get smaller and smaller, he started to sob. No tears came out. 

On the third day, he woke up barely conscious. The glaring sun hit his skin. I can’t do this anymore. This was the end. The boy who mocked him was right. He wasn’t going to break free, he wasn’t going to go home, he would be left tied on this tree. He prayed to the gods that in his next life, he would be bigger and stronger. He closed his eyes and he welcomed the gentle embrace of defeat. 

Before he completely faded into darkness, he felt a cool liquid hit his lips. 

“Are you alright?” The boy weakly opened his eyes as a girl with no horns nor scales tipping her flask of water to his lips. Beside her was an Auri boy with the lightest scales he’d ever seen. The au ra tapped the girl’s arm and started making gestures with his hands. “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea– Oh! You’re awake. I’m Solar and this is Tomouji. We saw you tied to this tree.” 

Tomouji took out a knife out of Solar’s satchel and started cutting through the rope that bound the boy to the tree. The small au ra instantly collapsed. 

“What’s your name?” Solar asked.

“... I don’t have one. “ He sat up slowly. “I was supposed to be named if I broke free from the sacred tree... But I couldn’t. I don’t think I can go home anymore.” 

“Guess you can just come with us!” Solar grinned at him. “It’s just me and Tomouji. And you if you want.” Tomouji smiled warmly at him. The boy sat there not sure what to do. He couldn’t stay on the tree anymore. He couldn’t go home because he was ashamed for not breaking free on his own. Solar offered her hand to him.

“...Okay.” The boy hesitantly put his hand in hers.

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Hmmm I could very well go for some Daniel X Michael Italiano if you're interested 👀

Reunion

Daniel Ricciardo x Michael Italiano Theme: Fluff Michael meets Daniel inside the gym after his comeback x word count: 850+

It's early Tuesday morning when Michael makes his way through the Alpha Tauri training center. He is already wearing gym clothes and walks through the hallways toward the gym to prepare Yuki's training for today. Looking at his watch, he frowns. Their appointment is in about an hour. Michael expected to be stuck in traffic for a little while longer, but he would rather be on time than too late. He hates to keep his clients waiting. Thinking about getting coffee, he approaches the gym.

To his surprise, the door is already open, and he hears someone groaning slightly. Curiously, he walks towards the noise when he hears another, louder groan. It's a very familiar noise, something he's heard so often throughout the last couple of years. A smile forms on his lips when he takes a step into the gym seeing a familiar face sitting on a bench. It's Daniel, his old client.

Immediately, he turns towards the door and smiles warmly. "Good morning, Michael." Daniel says, his voice a little huskier than usual. "I knew I would find you here, early in the morning. He runs a hand through his messy, sweaty hair, the smile on his lips growing bigger and bigger.

"Daniel." Michael breathes deeply. He's so happy to have him back, but at the same time, he can't believe it. They stopped working together when last season ended due to Dániel not having a seat for this year. Even though he knew he would be back sooner or later, it still seemed too good to be true.

"Are you still dreaming?" Daniel says, and the sound of his husky voice snaps Michael right out of his daydream. Michael must have been standing there for a couple of seconds, thinking deeply, so he didn't even hear Daniel talking to him.

"Sorry." Michael shakes his head and shrugs. "I have to get used to this again." He points at Daniel, who's still smiling brightly. Running a hand through his nicely done hair, Michael watches Daniel run both of his hands across his chest, the thing he would always do to tease him. Of course, after working together for years, Daniel knows him well.

"Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" Daniel smirks, tilting his head, and looks at Michael curiously. Of course he didn't ever think like that; quite the opposite.

"Oh, no." Michael crosses his arms in front of his chest, taking a firm stand. "I hoped to catch a little break from you." He tries to hold back a giggle, so instead, he smirks at Daniel, who, challenged, gets up from the bench and takes a step towards Michael.

"Is that so?" Daniel bites his lower lips, his eyes wandering down Michael's face and his entire upper body before meeting his eyes once more.

Lifting his chin slightly, Michael does the same. He can't help but admire Daniel's strong physique. He must've been working out a lot throughout the last couple of weeks to get back into shape and prepare his body for racing again. Their eyes meet again, and tension builds up between them when Daniel grabs Michael's waist with both of his hands, holding him in place.

Simultaneously, they lean into one another, and their lips meet for the first time in weeks. They started dating last summer after Daniel played hard-to-get for way too long, and even though they aren't working together anymore, they make sure to spend as much time with one another as possible. Due to their busy schedules, however, they weren't able to see each other outside of video calls.

"I missed you so much." Michael says when their mouths separate to catch air, their lips are longing for more. Instead, he wraps his arms around Daniel, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm glad to have you back." He breathes deeply down his neck before placing a kiss on the warm yet soft skin.

Instantly, Daniel embraces those strong hands around his body and melts into his boyfriend, completely giving in to him. "I never left." He says it, and his voice breaks once.

Michael giggles and squeezes him one more time before slowly separating from his boyfriend. "I know." He takes another deep breath and lets his hands and fingers run along Daniel's back.

"I missed you too." Daniel sighs, his entire body clinging to Michael, unable to let go in fear of losing this moment. Feeling his heart beating even faster, he leans into him, kissing him once again. "It's so good to be here." Daniel smiles and looks around, reminiscing about all the times the two men were inside a similar gym, working out together.

Michael nods, wrapping one arm around Daniel and gently pulling him to his side. "We will make the best out of this." He says seriously, and both of them start giggling.

"You're such a dork." Daniel laughs, nudging Michael's chest with his shoulder playfuly.

"You love me; shut up." Michael pouts, and they share another laugh.

Those months apart felt like decades, and both men are relieved to be here together.

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A/N: I really hope you'll like this. The urge to go for more was strong in this one!