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prettygreenpills · 2 years ago

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PILLS CELEBRATION REQUEST! I would like to ask for Bellatrix x reader and the prompt “do you trust me?”

Of course! Here you go anon! Since you didn’t mention what would you like to get, I wrote something I was thinking about when I was writing the prompts

“Do you trust me?” Bellatrix Lestrange x fem!reader

warnings: none, pure fluff<3

4/12/22

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“What are you talking about?” You asked, really confused.

“Just put on some clothes. I am taking you somewhere,” Bellatrix said and you raised your eyebrows. “What?”

“You? Bellatrix Lestrange, taking me somewhere?” You asked to make sure she wasn’t making fun of you. When you saw her dead serious face, you knew she wasn’t joking.

“Put on something nice.”

“Bella wait!” You called for her when she was leaving from the bedroom and that made her stop. A pair of deep black eyes looked into your e/c ones and you felt calmness filling you from the inside. “Does this have anything to do with our date anniversary?”

Bella seemed like you guessed it all right. She frowned just a little and then the confusion washed away from her face.

“No, it doesn’t. Now hurry up.”

With this she disappeared from the room and you were left all alone with your thoughts only. You walked over to the wardrobe and you chose a dress Bella has gotten you on your birthday and then you chose some thighs.

One hour later, you were walking in a forest. You had the dress on and Bellatrix had her usual black dress with black heels. You were both holding hands and you were honestly enjoying how cold Bella’s hands were. But cold hands meant warm heart right?

Walking and walking, you kept taking deep breaths of the fresh air. You got deeper in the forest and when Bellatrix stopped, you stopped too.

“What are we doing here?” You asked from Bellatrix and you saw her taking out her wand.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you said immediately, seeing how Bellatrix relaxed. A little smile played with her lips and then she held her wand with both of her hands.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“Bella I know you won’t. I trust you,” you whispered and brushed her cheek. Bella looked at you and she seemed a little braver than before.

“I wanted to take you to a restaurant, but it wouldn’t have been anything special,” she said and you smiled. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you said again, knowing that she needed to hear that.

“Close your eyes,” Bellatrix whispered and you did so. She was holding your hands for few minutes by then and she slowly started to let go. You smiled only, not knowing what had she prepared.

You heard her casting a spell. You instinctively turned in the direction where the sound came from and then you waited.

Something cold played with your nose. You knew that it was maybe just the wind but since you didn’t know what was happening around you, you couldn’t tell for one hundred percent.

Bellatrix whispered something. Again. Then her steps approached you and Bellatrix stood next to you. You felt her body.

“You can open your eyes.”

You really slowly and really carefully did open them. Everything was blurry and for the first few seconds all you could see was a bright light which didn’t let you see more. You closed your eyes and opened them again, seeing the most beautiful anniversary gift you could’ve ever received.

“Bella-“

There was a creature standing in front of you, all made from bright blue and white light. When you focused really hard, you could see a snake forming on the ground and when you realized what was that, you gasped and backed away.

“Bellatrix-“ you looked at the curly haired woman and she canceled the spell. Seeming clearly mad, she turned away and started walking. “Bella stop!” You called after her and started running in her direction, tears filling your eyes.

“What?!”

“You have a patronus! Bella you have a patronus!” You gasped and looked her into eyes. You were crying by then.

“I don’t.”

“What was it then?”

“I don’t know.” She answered and you knew really well that she had one. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You silly!” You cried in happiness and then you hung yourself on her neck. “Since when do you have one?”

“I don’t have one. I used dark magic to conjure it,” she admitted but nothing could cancel the feeling you had at that moment.

You pulled away a little and took her face into your hands. Bellatrix was clearly surprised as you kissed her softly onto her lips since she didn’t really cooperate. When you pulled away, you had to wipe your tears.

“This is the most beautiful gift I could ever get,” you whispered and Bella’s eyes wide opened.

“What?”

“You heard me.” You said proudly and you saw a tear in Bella’s eye. You smiled in victory and then you wiped her eyes making sure your woman wouldn’t show any weakness as she had never done that.

“You liked it?”

“I did. And I am so proud of you for trying. Even if it was through dark magic.”

“Really?”

“Really,” you nodded your head and Bellatrix finally smiled. “For how long have you been practicing?”

“Few months,” she answered you immediately, making your inside swim in warmth. “Maybe a little more,” she admitted and you laughed quietly.

“Can I ask something personal?” You started carefully and Bellatrix looked at you as if you just told her you killed Voldemort. “Don’t be scared.”

“I will decide if I am scared after you ask.”

“What did you think about when you were conjuring it?” You asked, already knowing she didn’t want to tell you.

“Do I have to answer that?” She asked, her voice showing her worries she has been filled with.

“I insist.”

“I-“ she started and you tried to support her by watching her. “Okay fine, fine. I have been thinking about how I met you for the first few times when I was trying this out.”

“What about now?” You asked carefully and Bellatrix breathed out. She bowed her head as a little kid who had done something back and you didn’t push her.

“Now I was thinking about the picture of my future I had planned out with you. Of the memory how I was creating it.”

“If you wouldn’t be a deatheater I would tell you how my heart just melted,” you said, joking of course.

“Oh, about that,” Bellatrix started walking away from the place where she had conjured the patronus and you didn’t ask back. “I want to end it. I don’t want to be a deatheater anymore. The Dark Lord is dead.”

You blinked few times.

“Who are you and what have you done to my badass Bella??” You asked not believing your own eyes.

“Shut it or I will fucking stab you with my dagger,” Bellatrix hissed and you smirked at her.

“There she is,” you said proudly and then you stood in front of her. “May I kiss my Bellatrix?” You asked, looking down at her delicate lips.

“Yes. Enjoy the last few kisses with the Deatheater,” she said and then she was the one who connected your lips.

You couldn’t be more happy. The woman you have spent the half of your life with was making huge steps forward and you loved her for that. You loved her as a deatheater and you loved her as a common witch. But most of all, you loved her as your curly haired insane girlfriend.

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stars-jasmines · 4 months ago

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Calophylle (English version)

Beomgyu x f!reader

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Warning: mild angst, pure fluff, marshmallow in the making, lazy morning, breakfast in bed, Beomgyu plays guitar, X Reader, blond Beomgyu, romance, comfort and relaxation, relaxation scenes, massage, elements of everyday life, moments of complicity, daydreams, soft atmosphere, moments of tranquility, mention of breakup, guilt, couple known to the media

When you woke up that morning, for the first time since the start of his tour, you saw Beomgyu right in front of you, like a luminous dream come true. A feeling of joy overwhelmed you at the thought of seeing him nearby, like a ray of sunlight illuminating the clouds of a night of suffering. His presence by your side was a precious gift, a guarantee of shared moments, laughter and delicacy.

However, this joy was suddenly obscured by the frightening sensation of terror in his eyes. It seemed as if a persistent, almost tangible fear floated around him, breaking the sweetness of that bright morning. You tried to give him the warmth he'd lost when he woke up by holding him close to you, a warmth you hoped would ease his anxieties. You waited for the night's mist to clear, for your eyes to regain their luminosity. When your vision finally became clear, the truth appeared with frightening clarity.

A nightmare had invaded the blond, a dream haunted by increasing shadows. The resonance of his terrors was almost audible in the air, as he fought against waves of hatred and disquieting whispers. The fear of having to step away from the music scene had overwhelmed him, a fear amplified by the discovery of your relationship, which had earned him an avalanche of judgment and criticism. This heavy atmosphere, marked by suffering and uncertainty, mixed with your own sense of guilt.

Intense pain coursed through his being, like a torrent of unbearable grief that shattered the silence of the room. The singer clung to himself, like a frightened child trying to protect himself from the pain that overwhelmed him. The scene was heartbreaking: his cries and bewildered expression were the traces of a suffering too long repressed, the direct result of hours of relentless training and the sacrifices he'd been inflicting on himself for months, in the illusory hope that the improvement in his performance would make people forget the existence of your relationship.

Every tense movement, every sigh, every grimace was a silent testimony to the imposing pressure he was feeling. Watching this spectacle, you felt a deep sadness, but above all, a wave of self-reproach washed over you. It was impossible for you not to blame yourself, to convince yourself that everything was your responsibility. The suffering he was enduring was a direct consequence of your relationship, like a stone in your heart.

The discomfort took hold of you with overwhelming force. You felt completely responsible for your loved one's misfortune, and nothing could change that.

that feeling in your mind. Her distress was caused by you, her anxieties were born of you, and nothing else seemed real or relevant in the face of this total certainty. At that time, guilt seemed to be the only feeling that was present, invading every thought, every breath, like a persistent shadow that dimmed your vision and your heart.

It was necessary to conceal your own emotions for as long as possible, to become the foundation on which he could rely without hesitation. Beyond one of those artificial smiles you'd often given him in recent months, you were hiding your own suffering. As you gently drew closer to him, you tried to offer him the support he needed, and asked with infinite gentleness, "Would you like a massage for your aches and pains?"

The room was still dark, but you were aware, almost with certainty, that despite the late hour, you had to help him at all costs, as if your own life depended on it.

Beomgyu simply nodded back, without saying a word, as you stared at him. His desperate, distraught gaze broke your heart into a thousand pieces, a gaze that revealed the full depth of his suffering.

Delicately, you removed her top. If the situation hadn't been so sad and tired, the scene might have been marked by a certain lightness. It was impossible to resist the temptation to give her a little Eskimo kiss on the tip of the nose, a passionate gesture that immediately provoked a little mimicry on her lips.

"I promise we'll find a solution together, pretty heart," you declared with trembling sincerity. Your voice was almost uncertain, but full of promise and tenderness. That hilarity, short as it was, had become a sign of your willingness to be there for him, whatever the challenges ahead.

You carefully laid him down on the bed, making sure he was comfortable, before fetching a calophylla body oil, renowned for its soothing properties. You'd carefully lay him down on the bed, making sure he was comfortable, before fetching a calophylla body oil. When you finally returned, you applied the oil with infinite delicacy, your gestures meticulous, measured to avoid causing him the slightest pain. The warmth of your hands and the tenderness of your movements seemed to have an almost magical effect, and little by little, they succeeded in soothing Beomgyu. Yet despite the crushing fatigue, he struggled to stay awake, eager to hear the comforting words you whispered to him:

"You are truly courageous, even in the most difficult times, you find the strength to persevere. Every day spent with you is a real gift, and I'm grateful to be able to share these moments with you. I'm here for you every step of the way, so you'll never be alone. Always remember how important you are to me, and that despite all the difficulties, your smile is what brightens my days. I love you more than anything else in the world."

These whispers, imbued with sweetness and comfort, enveloped the guitarist like an invisible embrace, offering him refuge from pain and fatigue. Each word was a caress to his soul, an assurance that despite his trials, he was not alone.

You finally managed to stop, feeling that the blond's aches and pains had eased thanks to the effect of the soothing massage. You lay down tenderly beside him, giving him a soothing hug. With a teasing expression, you leaned into his ear and whispered, "Aren't you going to tell me you love me too?"

Your boyfriend's burst of laughter echoed slowly around the room, bringing a joyful warmth with him. Your gaze was fixed on him, contemplating his splendor. Before you could rejoice, he murmured with sincere sweetness, "I love you too, and even more than you."

At the sound of these words, your cheeks puffed up in surprise, and you turned your head with a small air of displeasure. Of course you loved him the most! But the one you affectionately called my teddy bear, with a mischievous face, added: "My princess is pouting at me. Don't worry, it won't last." He turned his head and, with infinite gentleness, embraced you.

The sweetness of his kiss, which was all his own, made you switch off. You couldn't resist the delicacy, surrendering to the emotion. He allowed you to catch your breath, while placing light, proud kisses on every part of your face. As he moved closer to you to take you back into his arms, you finally noticed the time: 4:52. All you wanted was to sink into a soothing sleep. Now that Beomgyu was happy, you also felt a sense of satisfaction, even if fatigue was beginning to set in.

As he hugged you to his muscular chest, seeking the comfort and warmth required to find sleep, he whispered in your ear, "Look, look, the sky is so beautiful." Then you quickly turned your head to observe the soft pastel colors of the sunrise. The sight was breathtaking, and you were glad you'd been awake early enough to enjoy it.

With an almost childlike wonder, you contemplated the spectacle, as if you were discovering candy for the first time. The changing colors of the sky, from dawn to day, were a true artistic creation. When the sun finally rose and the pastel hues began to fade, the TxT member slowly rose to close the shutters. Then he put his phone on the bedside table and launched your playlist, the one you used to listen to together, filled with sweet memories.

Back at your side, he expressed his gratitude and wrapped his arms suavely around you once more. He slowly drifted off to sleep, while you gazed at him with joy, delighted to see him at peace at last. Your heart was filled with happiness to see him finally at rest.

Before finding him in the arms of Morpheus, you took another moment to enjoy this shared happiness, enveloped by the gentle melody of your favorite songs. Then you drifted off to sleep beside him, filled with the sweetness and tranquility of the night.

When you emerged from the second half of your night, you immediately found yourself immersed in the gaze of your lover. He must have gotten up long before you did, and his radiant face was the first welcome of this new day. The music from your playlist continued to play in the background, creating a soft, familiar ambience. His eyes were filled with a love and passion that you wished he could hold in your gaze for all eternity. You noticed that he had put his top back on.

"Sleeping Beauty is finally awake," he observed with an amused smile. It had always been his habit to give you princess nicknames, considering that any other term would be a mark of disrespect. You returned it happily, glad to hear it.

"I've made you breakfast, let me go get it, I'll be right back," he continues, while gently untying you from his arms.

As her warmth left your arms, you instinctively sought out her pillow, comforting yourself in its scent, the scent of oil from the night before. If you didn't know what it smelled like, you'd almost think someone had prepared a curry dish. Pulling the pillow tighter against you, you felt almost like a child, wrapped up in his t-shirt, your only pyjamas, which covered you up to the thighs. The delicacy of the fabric and the familiar scent of the blond man brought you soothing comfort, allowing you to enjoy those last moments of tranquility before getting up.

Your lover returned at last, carrying a tray of your favorite foods. When you saw him, a smile lit up your face, grateful for this delicate attention. "You're so cute," he complimented you with an infatuated look. You didn't respond immediately, preferring to concentrate on the food, quickly taking a bite of the mizu soup. There was no doubt about it: he knew how to make you happy.

"Why did you leave the music on?" you asked curiously, noting that normally the first one awake always turned off the music. He quickly replied, "It's raining outside, so I thought it would be nicer for you." His thoughtfulness touched you deeply, and you thanked him.

While he took garlic bread, you always wondered how he could start his day with that. He finished chewing his mouthful before offering, "I could stop it and play for a bit if you like." You nodded enthusiastically. Seeing Beomgyu play guitar just for you was a real pleasure.

Pushing aside your finished bowl of soup, you grabbed an onigiri, looking forward t o tasting this delicious Japanese food. Although you were Korean, you adored Japanese cuisine and could eat almost exclusively from it, with the exception of kimchi.

"You're not working today, are you?" you asked, sincerely hoping not to get your hopes up. You'd been looking forward to a day off with him for a while, and being able to spend the day together filled you with joy.

He smiles at you and nods with quiet satisfaction. "And even though I won't be going to practice today, I know you don't like it," he said, adding a warm expression. You felt relieved and happy that he had made the effort for you.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?" he asked with benevolent curiosity. "Enjoy your presence," you replied, your gaze full of affection.

As he leaned in to kiss you, you put your hand in front of his lips with a serious expression in your eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I won't kiss you until you've brushed your teeth? Your morning breath is horrible, especially after eating so much garlic bread!" The firmness in your voice contrasted with the love contained in your words.

With the tray empty, Beomgyu got up to put it away, and you heard the sound of washing up mingling with the soft murmur of rain falling outside. While he busied himself with the dishes, you finally got up to open the curtains and see that it was raining heavily, which was quite normal for harvest time.

Deciding to make the most of it, you headed for the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. The sweet scent of warming chocolate mingled with that of the rain, creating the perfect atmosphere. As you set about this task, you glanced in the direction of the singer, happy to share this simple but precious moment with him.

In addition to the rain, you could hear the current music murmuring, focused on your task. You found it slightly out of place, but the melody was soft and familiar. As you picked up marshmallows to decorate the top of the hot chocolate, you were suddenly surprised by a splash of water from the guitarist. You looked up, pouting, and asked, "Why?"

He simply replied with a satisfied expression, and you decided to return the favor by throwing lots of water at him. Unfortunately for you, he dodged with a toothy grin. "Will you dance with me?" he asked, his tone charming.

The music was that of your first slow dance, and you smiled as you followed his movements. Although dancing wasn't your forte, and the jet-eyed man far surpassed you in that department, these moments were so enchanting that you let yourself get carried away by the magic. He always made you feel like a real princess. You could hear him whispering the words of the song in your ear, and for a moment, you wondered how many people would have wanted to be in your shoes. These same people were surely the cause of the misfortunes that weighed on his shoulders, hatred being but shadows.

You didn't immediately notice that you were starting to stick to him, so much so that his pyjamas were also wet from your splashes. His murmurs suddenly ceased, to be replaced by a startled cry, "That's cold!" This cry made you recoil, and although your ear could have been softer in this situation, you found a certain satisfaction in karma manifesting itself in this way.

After this little escapade, you finish your hot chocolate with the marshmallows before putting your things away. Turning to him, you say happily, "Let's go brush our teeth, I'm already dreaming of being able to kiss you for hours."

As if nothing could convince you better, the idol ran to the bathroom to change.

When you joined him, he was dressed in an oversized jogging suit, and you were looking at yourselves in the mirror while brushing your teeth, eager for what was to come. You finished the task in record time, before the dancer leaned towards you, his lips more insistent, unable to pull away from yours. You spent so much time in this embrace that the hot chocolates went cold, the tap water bill was looking high for this month, but above all, so much that for the first time you reached the end of your playlist.

Finally, he gently moved away from you to pick up his guitar, sitting on the bed while you looked for something in your wardrobe. You found a wet T-shirt, but preferred it to not having his smell. Seeing you like this, your teddy bear smiled, happy to see how attached you were to his scent.

He tuned his guitar carefully, and when you joined him, he began to sing a very familiar song: "Beautiful" by Bazzi, his favorite. He loved it so much that you'd come to appreciate it too. You let yourself be carried away, murmuring the words in a voice that was still a little hesitant. Beomgyu stopped singing to listen to you fully, finding your voice soft and angelic, even if you judged it too deep. He really wondered how anyone could want to hurt someone as wonderful as you.

Hearing your voice timidly unfold, the singer finally asked you to sing louder.

Blushing with embarrassment, you felt increasingly vulnerable.

Nevertheless, he took you in his arms to comfort you for long minutes, and, with infinite tenderness, he whispered, "Do you want a secret?"

You nodded your head in agreement, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. I'll let you in on the secret. After a moment's silence, he murmured in a soft but mysterious voice: "Actually, I've never really believed in fairy tales. But since I met you, I've discovered that they can exist. You see, every time I sing, every time I look at you, I realize that everything I thought was unreal is coming true with you."

He looked into your eyes, his lips stretching, his face becoming even more amorous. "My secret is that I've always dreamed of a life filled with moments like these, where everything seems perfect simply because we're together. You make it all possible. When I sing for you, it's as if every note and every word is a declaration of my love for you."

He took a deep breath, then continued, his tone becoming more serious and sincere. "And the best part of it all is that I'm not alone in this dream. You're there with me, sharing every moment, every melody. So, in a way, the real secret is that I've become a true dreamer thanks to you. You've turned my life into a fairy tale I never thought possible."

You smiled, proud and moved, as you listened to the idol continue with a sincerity that warmed your heart. He continued with unwavering passion:

"And that's why, even if some people spread hate and malice about you, which you absolutely don't deserve, I'll always be by your side, clinging to this dream we share. You're the only one I've ever written lyrics for, the only muse I've ever had, and I wouldn't want any other. None more perfect than you. We don't have to look for a solution together, we just have to make them understand that you're not a brake on my career. Far from it, you're the driving force behind it, the one who pushes me to go further and further and beyond my limits. I love you.

The TxT member took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on yours with a gentle, sincere intensity. His voice, laden with emotion, sounded like a declaration of the heart:

"What I dreamed about last night wasn't losing my career. No, what I'm really afraid of is losing you. Because I see these false smiles you're giving me more and more often, as if you're feeling guilty about something you shouldn't be. It breaks my heart to see you feel this way, when you have nothing to blame yourself for. They're the ones at fault, not you."

He moved a little closer, his hands gently caressing yours. His eyes filled with held back tears, testifying to the depth of his feelings: "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't want you to break up with me just because you feel guilty. You're only guilty of taking my heart hostage, and for that I thank you infinitely."

He took a moment to wipe away a tear that beaded at the corner of his eyes before continuing, his voice laden with immeasurable attachment. "Stop giving me fake smiles to hide your pain. Just accept to be with me, forever. I want you to be happy, to feel loved and cherished, without ever worrying about what others think or say."

In his eyes, there was a mixture of burning desire and a deep need to protect you and keep you by his side. "I want to share every moment with you, every smile, every look. Together, we can weather any storm. But above all, I want you to be by my side, to stay with me, not out of guilt, but out of love."

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes, testifying to the deep emotion Beomgyu's words had awakened in you. Her ability to express such sincere and beautiful feelings touched you more than you could have imagined.

Without a word, you took him in your arms, trying to hide your tears in his neck, enjoying the comforting warmth of his embrace. You were happier than ever to have him by your side, and every moment with him seemed like a precious gift. You knew you'd never be able to find the words to offer him such a magnificent declaration.

than his. So, rather than tire yourself out trying, you opted for a simpler but equally meaningful gesture.

You kissed him with such intensity that it threw him gently onto the bed, the guitar in his hands, now abandoned to focus on the two of you. The embrace was imbued with a passion and gratitude that transcended words. The kisses you offered her were silent promises of eternal love, tokens of your gratitude for every moment shared, for every gesture and every tender word.

As he lay back on the bed, you leaned over gently, whispering into his ear a series of "thank you's", each one more emotional and sincere than the last. Each word was imbued with the full depth of your feelings, a mixture of admiration, gratitude and immeasurable love. "Thank you for every moment of happiness, thank you for every smile, thank you for being the incredible person you are..." you said, tears of joy still in your eyes.

The cause of your tears handed you one of the two hot chocolates you'd left on the dresser, a thoughtful gesture that warmed your heart. With an air of cloudiness, he murmured: "You don't have to thank me for anything, all I did was tell you what was on my mind."

You sat back with a sigh of contentment, taking the hot chocolate and drinking it in one gulp. The gentle warmth and comforting taste of the chocolate made you forget your worries for a moment. Meanwhile, the young man carefully put away his guitar, placing it out of the way so it wouldn't disturb you. He thanked you for having acted as a shield for his

t-shirt still wet, then tenderly ran her hand over your Cupid's bow, brushing away the mossy moustache that had made its appearance.

He looked into your eyes with passion before asking: "We're watchingMagi: The Labyrinth of Magic or Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha?"

You thought for a moment, smiling as you thought of the perfect day ahead. "Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha then Magi," you replied, fully aware that you had the whole day with him to enjoy his entertainment choices.

The idol smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness at the idea of spending this day by your side. "Good choice," he said, moving closer to you, his smile lighting up his face. You settled comfortably on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, ready to spend a wonderful moment together.

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buttermilkpastry · 2 years ago

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Morning Poem-Luna Lovegood

While I was getting ready, I noticed a small piece of parchment on the nightstand.

I walked over a picked it up and noticed the dainty handwriting of Luna.

Dear Moon Frog, it read.

You're like a happily ever after in a fairytale.

A nargle that is kind.

Your hands are a blanket that warms

You're the sunshine of my life

With great due and love, Wrackspurt

I read it over multiple times until I realized I hadn't finish getting ready.

I grabbed my wand off the nightstand and grabbed my robes. I stuck the poem in my robe pocket and finally left my dorm, my mood better than when I first woke up.

#lunalovegoodfluff #luna lovegood #impliedlunalovegoodxreader #purefluff #iwanttogiveherahug #what is that poem #I'm really bad at writing poems #I'm cringing #baby blurb #cross posted on ao3

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starzblvd · 1 year ago

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Hang on to Your Love

Feelings kept secret can’t stay a secret forever when other people get in the way. Fem!reader Jealous!Ellie Jackson!Ellie hint of loser!ellie purefluff CW!creep ass man makes a short appearance 5k W.C AN; Originally this was going to be a short cute story but I really wanted to give with this one, because I LOVE fall. Really sorry for being gone so long, I got a bad haircut and I swear some negative energy was clinging onto me, so it made me insane for a bit. I move on so I’m better and thriving again now though💕

Autumn was in its early days still beginning to settle into Jackson, the cooler evenings accompanied by the refreshing winds that brushed over your skin. The perfect season for a dance to be sprung onto. Flyers hung around town, you’d seen it was set outside at 7:00 a little while after the sun set four days from now. It wasn’t necessary for you to arrive with a partner for the dance, but if given the chance you already knew the perfect candidate to fill the position in mind.

Initially you wouldn’t take her to come around to these sort of events. Come to change, a few days earlier you’d coincidentally happen to over hear Ellie’s conversation with Jesse and Dina outside the Tipsy Bison. Heavy reminiscence on her last comment about the Autumn dance,

“Just because she’d be there, it won’t change anything, not interested in going. Most we’ve talked is a few passing ‘hey’s’.”

It was disheartening to hear her talk about some girl you didn’t know,

Small pieces of her life that you were able to get a glimpse of, made being around her all the less intimidating. How enamored the high skies of space Ellie was, the type of video games she’d bring back, or even the clothes she dressed in. There wasn’t much to go off of when you’ve hurt to have a complete conversation with Ellie.

Regardless Ellie was right even if it wasn’t about you, most spoken words between you weren’t much nor meaningful. If it was anyone besides Ellie you wouldn’t be mulling over so long if you should bite the bullet and ask her out. To you she was everything you’d wished for, having feelings this intense was nauseatingly tiresome. With each day that flew away sleeping on the idea of taking action to get to know Ellie, felt like opportunity slipping away just as time is. You couldn’t expect her to stay single for long, she’s dated previously what’s stopping her now?

”You and Ellie are partners this time round, good with that?”

Maria thought it’d be good to group you with a girl that knew what she was doing while doing it exceptionally well. Expect you’d hate to be such a crutch to Ellie because of the delayed training you missed out on, of sheer fear that stemmed from being sheltered too long.

”yeah, no problem.”

There wasn’t anything to have a problem with if you’d just excuse your need for Ellie. Up to this point she didn’t completely disregard your existence, small occurrences like holding out the door open made you believe she’d think of you in the slightest, enough to be polite to.

The thought of spending time with Ellie alone even with the circumstances outside of Jackson’s security was exciting to look forward to. Preselecting topics and materials to make small talk with, patrol isn’t an ideal time to get to know someone better but you’ll take what you can get in these circumstances.

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Brightly in a red marker ink circle enclosed the date of the patrol date with Ellie on the calendar pinned above your nightstand, marked day being today. Dressing up particularly cute wouldn’t do good in terms of practicality, but you had other reasons for dressing so. You weren’t naive of the terrors waiting, lurking, outside of Jackson’s walls just as anyone else was. Your choice of outfit for today were bootcut jeans with ribbons shaped into dainty bows tied to the belt loops. A ribbed long sleeved top in a solid color of brown, the bottom of the sleeves were flared out while the rest of the shirt stayed close in a snug fit.

Maybe you had arrived earlier than settled on, surely, because Ellie was starting to become a no show. Perked up right besides the stables doorframe, facing towards the inside, counting the minutes go by. Dina’s distant voice broke the fluid count of time you’d been mentally ticking by. Anyone would’ve been able to tell she was being so quiet intentionally with her hushed tone while speaking to someone else. You weren’t meant to hear her nor the words of advice she was aiding, but you couldn’t help being a standby could you?

“She’s been waiting for you in there for a while now! Seriously, you can’t stall any longer without being suspicious.” Dina knew exactly what this was about, Ellie’s whole unwillingness to go out on patrol with you was painfully obviously.

“I know I know, but I just need a bit longer and I’ll get right to-“ hearing the detest Ellie was expressing felt disappointing in a way that made your heart ache.

“No, Ellie. Go over there already, standing over here isn’t going to change anything.”

Ellie’s sigh was louder than their entire conversation. Then the words you were hearing so clearly became tedious whispers that had you leaning closer to decipher, with no luck as to knowing which one was speaking.

They couldn’t possibly know you were listening in, right?

Calm anticipation couldn’t overcome the hurdle of sudden nervousness when footsteps became closer. Thing was, you knew Ellie’s footsteps and the approaching steps didn’t belong to her. You’d turned back to face outside though not to Ellie, but to Dina’s consoling face.

”Ellie’s caught something and she’s stuck sick at home right now,”

it was all crap, every single word. Seeming so against you that she couldn’t stand having to go on patrol with you, Ellie lied about sickness as a get a way. Standing there silently to question every short moment you’ve encountered her, trying to recount if you did or said something wrong to ward her off so strongly.

“Oh well, that’s okay. Tell her I said to get better soon.”

You didn’t mean the condolence, the small smile you responded Dina with didn’t help in hiding that fact. Especially not when Ellie was probably snug inside by now spending her new found time freely, relived of being able to opt out so suddenly. This was by far the most embarrassing stand up you’ve been able to experience, as much as you didn’t want to be affected by her flakiness it irked you just as much if not more in efforts of trying to shrug it off.

Dina nodded and excused herself first, at least she was aware how childish Ellie was handling the situation. At times like these it was so easy to be jealous of Dina, how close her bond with Ellie was. Being able to spend time with Ellie by watching movies or just having her as company were few of those reasons. Though you were never mad at her for it. More so at yourself for letting your feelings keep you from making any move.

When Dina was out of view from where you stood, you followed out feeling defeated. The marked calendar felt like such a foolish thing to do, how excited you became when you could tick off another day, getting closer to the patrol.

It was debatable if the walk back home to the mess that was an outcome of frantically scrambling to figure out your outfit, or waiting so excited like a hopeless lovesick fool was more embarrassing. Had you kept to your own business you would’ve been able to cope in ignorant bliss, unaware of Ellie’s determination to avoid you. Crushing any unfortunate leaf that happened to be in your way on the ground with heavy steps was the best you could do to express how upset this made you.

Of course she had no obligation to happily spend her time with you, but the extent of Ellie’s actions was doing more than enough to prove her dislike. Reflecting just on today, it was evident you’d have to settle for a new dance partner.

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Ellie groaned into her pillow when she heard extensive loud knocking, already knowing who it was and why it was for. You were right about Ellie being snug inside, leisurely painting on the floor beside the short coffee table, using the time she was meant to be with you to practice a hobby.

If it was possible, Ellie would have prolonged opening the door to her garage room to escape Dina going off on her. She rubbed her eyes using her thumb and index finger, this was punishment for not dealing with you today, rather she’d have to deal with Dina’s confrontational lecture. Right upon unlocking the door Dina began,

“Seriously Ellie, what’s gotten into you.” She’d allowed herself inside, taking her designated spot on the couch. Looking down onto the table, there sprawled out next to different paints in jars and a messy paint pallet was a painting Ellie was spending careful time to finish. It looked more detailed than any of her previous paintings, paint strokes still wet from recent application creating the girl on the canvas.

“Hey I dodged a bullet by doing that, I wouldn’t have been able to put in all my concentration,” now it was Ellie’s turn to be embarrassed.

Her skills were truly ones to be boasted about, but faltered the moment she was stuck partnered on patrol with a pretty girl. The girl she’s kept her eyes on from the first day of her arrival.

Of course Ellie made a distinct entry that day, made sure to not leave any detail out about your appearance or the way you’d greet others that day, including her. Describing just how sweet everything about you was, so sweet it distracted from what you told her, she’d failed to listen to the first words between you two.

Now it was acting all tough until the moment Ellie’s emotions become overwhelming, clouding both her judgment and competence. She knew exactly what she felt, but tried with everything to disregard it all because of the fear that rejection would hurt much more sourly than never confessing at all.

”Don’t start now, she looked hurt when I broke it to her that you’d called out sick.”

“Maybe she was looking forward to exploring around or something-“

“No Ellie, she was excited to see you.”

The sheer question if you looked at her back with the same feelings sent Ellie over the edge. She kicked up her foot, cracking the knuckles of her fingers one by one. How much time has passed and your relationship with Ellie hasn’t progressed at all? She’d be lucky to even call it a relationship, small talk was a hard thing since the first years of you being in Jackson.

”yeah well, you don’t know that for sure.”

Ellie slumped her back onto the bed looking up at the wooden ceiling, the position she should’ve been if she was truly sick. Dina couldn’t bother to deal with Ellie’s stubbornness when the topic was you specifically. Because she knew Ellie was almost helpless when it came to you.

Exhausted from the topic of you by how much denial and stubbornness it’d be met with, Dina propped herself up from the couch before looking over at Ellie, spitefully replying to her small attitude,

“Oh I think I know, at least come by the dance go say hi.”

Upon Dina walking out and shutting the door Ellie kept her spot, the stunt she just pulled probably set her way back in means of getting more familiar with you. Letting out a low groan again, it was hard to decide to show up. Seeing you would only have her ridden with guilt. Ellie didn’t know to believe Dina’s beliefs or not. She was hopeful, but failed to be certain.

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Staring straight forward into your own reflection in the vanity was where your mind couldn’t rest on the long debate that was if going to the dance was still a good idea. Held up in knots going over each pro and con there could’ve possibly been, you’d already spent the time perfecting the look for tonight. Only to feel hesitant, and it was all Ellie’s fault. The few days after the incident, it was completely insufferable to face or hear any news about Ellie. Each time it would only make the feelings of embarrassment mixed with bitter defeat resurface.

“She shouldn’t be showing up anyways.”

Is what got you to settle on going out with the prerogative to have a little fun, determined to not let your crushed feelings take away from a good time. After all the wait for the dance it would be a spoil of time to stay in.

Because the party was outside people were more sprawled out, making it harder to see every single person attending. High hanging warm lights were strung from building to building in a zigzag pattern, they illuminated the incoming night that was creeping up. A table took space in the middle in front of everything, each spot of the table being covered with some sort of food or drink, leaned up on it’s ledges was Jesse and Dina talking to Joel.

Joel looked rough on the exterior with the way he would carry himself, but truly was a kind type at heart. You’d only gotten a few chances to chat with him, a little less than with Ellie. He’d only remind you of Ellie with how close they are, so you set it in your mind to clearly stay away from all three of them for the rest of the night.

A few speakers were synced together playing Sades Hang on to your love, just standing there cemented lost and doe eyed would do you no good. Staying home inside the comfort of your room would have been preferable, thinking maybe it would’ve looked a bit awkward to dance alone. Maybe you could ask one of the girls there you were friends with, amidst the cloud of thought a man invitingly lent out a hand. You’d seen him around a few times, wearing dark navy jeans and a black sueded cowboy hat, you accepted thinking you had nothing to lose.

In heaven’s name, why are you walking away?

Dancing with him was purely for fun, no strings attached to you, but for him, his eyes spoke that he was in it for something. Letting his hands cling to the sleeves of your shirt, his touch was a little irritating. Already starting to regret your choice to agree to dance, more specifically with a man. You tried to disregard the slight discomfort and continued to move along with his moves to at least entertain yourself by dancing. By now, the man’s hands on your arms begun steering you right to the center of the dance floor, which essentially was just an open dirt plot right in-front a certain table.

Hang on to your love

In a few footsteps he’d successfully made it close to unbearable for you to dance along now that you’ve made it to the prime viewing spot for everyone in the surrounding crowd. Uncomfortable with both his handling and everyones eyes set on the show he was making out of this. Of course in that crowd she had to be stood against there to that table, in those jeans that were starting to scuff from continued wear and fading flannel. Using quick stolen glimpses to catch the sight of Ellie when he’d spun you round.

In heaven’s name, why do you plays these games?

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide how distressed you were. Urgently wanting to escape only to bolt it back to your home. You were heating up because you knew by now, Ellie had been staring directly at you, visibly displaying exactly how unhappy she was with the situation. Crossed arms and legs, eyebrows dipping into a slight angry arch. Ellie was whispering something over to her right hand man, Jesse.

“Out of everyone here, why are they dance partners? It’s not like they know each other.”

“And you know that how?”

Ellie’s appearance at the dance was meant to solely be a quick passing, is what she swore to herself at least. Getting caught up in being witness to whatever you were found doing with that man had sidetracked her. Ellie knew from his stares he had intentions outside of having fun, nothing could be lead to coincidence with him especially. Ellie was aware of his reputation of going through plenty of women in short periods of time, immediately latching onto someone new after the last.

“Doesn’t matter, either way I can’t stop her.”

“How about getting over there and steal her back, or are you still hung up?”

Take your time if the going gets rough

The grip he had on you got tighter, he tried pressing his body further to yours by making a his hand placement lower to your hips. Every move he continued to act on making you all the more irritated. None of this is what you wanted, and Ellie’s stare only added fuel to fire. She didn’t want to go out on patrol together with you the previous day, why is she out of all people dishing out the judgmental looks?

so if you want it to get stronger you’d better no let go

“Your guess is as good as mine, I just can’t, be near her like that.”

For every thing Ellie wished she could do and say, is another longing stare of hers that graced you. Blaming the fear to approach you on the nausea effect that didn’t budge no matter what you tended to have on her.

“you’re not getting anywhere staring all crazy at her.”

Eventually the man had noticed how absent minded from the situation you were in, with your eyes glued straight past him clasped in his arms. Speaking up for the first time, some sparse voice pulled you back into the moment.

“Who’s got you distracted huh?”

hold tight, don’t fight

“Nothing, I was just zoning out a bit.”

He didn’t buy it, he reclined his torso back and away, allowing for an easier spin on his heel to see who had you so entranced just now.

”Oh come on not that dyke that came from wherever with her old man.”

Instantly he let go away, recoiling away immediately. His face had contorted into a disgusted expression directed at the both of you, Ellie for knowing and being Ellie and you for simply looking at Ellie.

“Men can’t get no breaks in this world.” A thick mouthful of saliva was spat onto the dirt next to your feet leaving from the center having you deserted there alone. A few surrounding people looked shocked looked at what had unraveled there while others looked away.

Hang on to your love

Ellie stayed put in her same spot, deciding it was better now or never to take your chances. Possessing feelings that felt too similar to love, only to hush and silence them away each night wasn’t getting any easier. Ellie’s eyes darted away the moment she saw you beginning to walk right over to her.

in heaven’s name, why are you walking away?

”Why didn’t you show up to patrol with me that day? I know you weren’t sick so don’t even use that excuse.”

Confrontation wasn’t your usual way of dealing with things, but the time spent conflicted as to feel about Ellie wore on you. One day you were swearing there was a chance for things to be mutual, only to change your mind the next.

“I don’t know where you’re getting at because I was sick.” To Ellie it was clear now that you heard everything she told Dina outside the stable.

“I heard you outside whispering you know, honestly Ellie what do you have against me?”

“Nothing! Look I did ask for her to cover for me, but it’s only cause I had something to do at home.” She slid her thumbs to hang out from the front pockets changing her stance to loosen.

”what we’re you so busy with?” You didn’t mean to come off as stern as you did, from then on Ellie started to sound less confident with each word that would come out her mouth.

”Something back in my room, it’s noth-“

“Let’s go see it then.”

Right then you start walking straight to her room, picking up your pace when Ellie called out your name behind you. You knew where she stayed at, catching her with Dina and Jesse walking in and out of the small shed that sat off to the left of the main house on a few occasions. Initially she didn’t believe you were serious, so she waited a while longer before starting to walk as well. Ellie caught up quickly but you were faster, sprinting closer to the door illuminated by the hanging light besides it.

Once you’d got ahold of the doorknob it easily opened to your luck, it was typical in Jackson to leave doors open because how people trusted one another as a community. Immediately you slammed the door shut upon putting two steps inside to Ellie’s room. With a quick click it had been locked to make sure she stayed out while you got to the bottom of this.

On the other side Ellie banged on the door with her whole palm repeatedly,

“Hey get the hell out!”

“I’m trying to see what was so important you had to ditch me and not tell me anything about it.”

”I’m sorry okay? I promise next time I won’t run out on you like that.”

She was basically pleading by now aware that you had the upper hand, you had every power to leisurely look through her whole life that was stored in her room. Standing there felt childish now that you’d caught your breath leaving you time to reflect what happened and what you did. Ellie ran over to the side of the shed to where the windows were, she put her hands up to the glass scanning the room for you,

“if you let me in now I’ll show you, I swear.”

She sounded sincere in her soft tone, rummaging Ellies room wouldn’t be right regardless how upset you were so you nodded and unlocked the door for her. Moving aside to give her space to walk in. Mumbling getting through she spoke again,

“Let me go grab it, it’s over by the coffee table.”

Now that everything calmed you could properly look around to see how Ellie’s room looked. The type of posters hung from the walls, above an unmade bed a cork board pinned photos of her friends and drawings adorned it. It was a little confusing why Ellie wasn’t mad or screaming for you to get out. It was pretty quiet in the small room, only a small faint strain of music from the party was keeping it from dead silence. The air was thick, closing in on the both of you.

“I would’ve showed you it if you asked without having to lock me out you know.” Ellie was still turned away from you, holding onto a medium sized board that she picked up from the rug. A few paintbrushes were drying on a towel next to the glass jar of murky grey water.

“No you wouldn’t,” lightheartedly you laughed trying to ease your nerves that arose from being alone with her away from anyone else.

“yeah,” returning a small laugh she turned to you, time felt slow in this moment as if everything itself was prolonged outside the rules of time with Ellie’s footsteps slowly approaching. Her laughter alleviated some of the tension the air carried.

Ellie didn’t say anything at first, she let you see what turned out to be canvas with you painted sitting down reading a book, propping your head up with your left arm on your knee with the book tucked into your lap. Never would have you guessed Ellie taken long enough to look at you long enough to get the amount of details she’d painted so perfectly. That’s exactly what you’d describe the painting her hands created, perfect.

“Ellie..” Lost in the soft colors that were painted into you, you were for certain on how you felt about Ellie.

With lack of response she was quick to defensively speak up, “You just looked like a good reference, I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything-“

“it’s beautiful,”

You were unsure what to say or even do, Ellie stood there looking back at you under your jurisdiction continuing to wait on you. She’d hate to admit what she was so scared about your reaction or rejection, because it was only then that the feelings would sink to only decay inside the pit of her stomach to linger. “Thanks,” Ellie’s composure was gone, visible by how nervous her smile looked. Considering how she took the effort to paint you, it was time to do something that had been long overdue. Putting down the painting to lean on itself against the wall freeing your hands, you find them a new place on Ellie’s shoulders. Slightly towering above you with her height, being able to see her up close in such a tender hold felt like a sweet of blessing.

”When I saw you for the first time I knew it was going to be you, and it has been since then.”

Ellie’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion unaware of the weight your words held.

”it’s been only you, nobody else has ever came close, because I like you the most.”

Ellies lips gapped open ready to let out to spill her unspoken words upon fully processing what you meant. She had wished to tell you that accumulated over time, except they only came out in silence.

Hearing your confession to her, was her own sweetest blessing. Instead of staying silent any longer Ellie let her actions talk for her, plunging right into a kiss. The muscles in her lips kneaded at your own desperately like to makeup for every kiss that was missed in the time that you could’ve spent together before today. Each passing day she could’ve only yearned to feel you as intimately as tonight. This was felt in the way she was making out with you now.

Leaning further into the kisses to savor the taste and smell you carried, and sure enough you were the same way, pushing further into her too. A strand of hair slipping out from the ear Ellie tucked behind tickled the side of your face.

Gasping for air after the both of you’d succumb to shortness of breath. Ellie’s lips were a softer shade of pink from the circulating blood by how much pressure she had used to press onto your lips. Before you could Interject again she plunged back into you, this time her trembling hands cupping the plush of your cheeks, which then stabilized themselves on you. you didn’t resist Ellie’s lips, rather you moved at the same rate. Her left hands fingertips slightly callused by the guitar Joel had gifted. Each kiss was passionate, becoming more sloppier and quicker paced than the last one.

Nothing else mattered here against the warmth that radiated from Ellie, her pulsing heartbeat was felt by your own chest. Through flesh and bone, you could’ve sworn your hearts could feel the love you both shared for each other. You knew perfectly in your mind that this was meant to be, and Ellie had loved you ever since you fell too.

Ellie gently pulled away to whisper in that hoarse soft voice, “This better than dancing with him?”

She sounded so tantalizing, having you in her hands all to herself. No one would ever be able to have you the way Ellie did, and for that she felt prouder than ever. The doubt for any connection that could’ve been there in the days and years prior to today, was overcast by Ellie’s pure bliss right now.

You smiled while pressing foreheads together, letting the air from Ellie’s breathing fall onto your face. Chests falling up and down in a few seconds of quietness before replying, “Better than you could ever know.”

“Oh I think I do know,” squeezing you tighter followed smaller frantic kisses below your eyes, between your eyebrows, and cheek. You reflected her actions onto each bronze or dark brown freckle Ellie had scattered across her face.

Finishing, Ellie pulled you to walk to her bed by her hands connected behind your neck, bringing you down top of her on the spring mattress. Cheeks lifting up to reveal smile lines that you managed to bring out so easily. You held yourself up by your forearms with Ellie sandwiched in between. A warm lit lamp and the small slips of light from the dance in the distance outside were the only forms of light source in the room. Night had casted over the sky, and the moon coating the world below in moonlight. Once a few seconds passed of enjoying the others presence by staring at each and every feature as to memorize them forever like a keepsake, Ellie cleared her throat to speak up.

”I want to be with you, properly this time I mean,” Ellie gazed right into your eyes endearingly beneath you. Her proper confession was in a form of a question you’ve been waiting on so eagerly for so long.

“I’d love that.”

Placing a small peck right on the tip of her nose, you laid down on her, letting your head fall to her heart. This moment would be the mark of something new, a new chapter in your lives. Not another person or soul could take this away from either of you, love continuing to grow deeper into your hearts.

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marvelwitchergilmore · 3 years ago

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A Life of Shocks and Promises - Part 1/?

Summary - Spencer gets a surprise one morning {thinking maybe early season 12 Spencer but it is the same Austin from season 4}

Warning - fluff and a hint of angst

The phone rang a further three times before Spencer finally picked it up.

“Oh, thank god you’re okay! I was getting worried.” Garcia told him. “Where the hell are you? You was meant to be in work like...half an hour ago. You’re never late.”

“Yeah, I - I know. I’m-”

However, as Spencer opened up his door, at the mat lay something that he never thought would be in front of his door step on a Friday morning.

“Spencer?” Garcia asked after a further two minutes of silence.

“Y-Yeah, I’m still here. I - I don’t think I coming in today.”

“Is everything okay?”

Spencer nodded, although he wasn’t sure. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I-I’ll call Hotch later.”

Before Garcia could finish her goodbye, Spencer hung up the phone, his eyes still fixed on what lay at his door.

A baby.

Fast asleep.

Spencer hadn’t heard any footsteps throughout the night or in the morning - although he did sleep in. And now a baby in her carrier seat was lay fast asleep covered in blankets and a large brown envelope ontop whilst a packed baby bag was beside her.

Spencer bent down slowly and picked up the envelope opening it up. Inside lay a birth certificate, some baby pictures, DNA proof, the hospital bands and finally two letters.

One from the baby’s mother - another from the baby’s aunt.

Spencer read the latter first.

I’m so sorry Spencer, but I couldn’t do it. It was either find you or take her to the local hospital. Austin was real sick whilst she was pregnant and I was worried for her. She made me promise to look after her little genius but every time I look at her, I see her.

I’m so sorry Spencer, please forgive me.

By the time Spencer finished reading the letter, the baby had opened up her eyes and was staring at Spencer. Unsure of what to do, Spencer lay down his things by the door, lifted the car seat and brought the baby and her things inside.

Spencer placed the car seat down on the kitchen side along with her other belongings.

Usually, Spencer was great with kids. But this was a three month old baby? Who was his own, who he had no idea existed until three minutes ago when he opened up his door.

However, as Spencer looked to his daughter who was minding her own business whilst looking around the place, he spoke out loud. “Emily. I’ll call Emily.”

Within minutes, Emily picked up her phone. “Hey, Brainiac. I was just about to call you. Guess where I am?”

“I have a daughter.” Spencer blurted out.

“What? Can you repeat that? It just sounded like you said you had a daughter?” Emily chuckled.

“I did. I..do. I have a daughter.”

“What?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I only found out five minutes ago.”

Emily nodded. “Okay, okay. I-I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“You’re in the city?”

“Yeah.” Emily smiled. “I was due some time off work so I decided to come and see you guys for a while.”

10 minutes later, Spencer got a knock on his door and within seconds he opened it, greeting Emily with a hug.

She returned the hug before taking off her coat, scarf and bag, rolling up her sleves and walking with Spencer into the kitchen.

“And have you read the other letter?”

“No, not yet.” Spencer admitted.

“Hello, sweetheart. Oh, aren’t you just the most beautiful baby girl.” Emily smiled. “Can I hold her?”

“Oh, um, sure.”

Carefully unclipping her from her car seat, Emily picked her up and held her close. “She got a name?”

“It says Rosa on her birth certificate - I’m guessing Austin calls her Rosie.” Spencer explained, showing Emily one of the baby pictures where Austin was holding Rosa in her arms whilst sat up in bed.

“Well, hello Rosie.”

Over the following hours, Emily helped Spencer learn the basics; how to change a diper, make formula, what to feed her, what not to feed her - although Spencer knew most of this, the shock of finding out he was a dad seemed to cut his IQ from 187 to 50 in the space of a minute.

“Does the team know?”

Spencer shook his head. “No. And...can you not mention this to them yet? I- I want to wrap my own head around it first.”

Emily nodded with a smile. “Of course.”

“Thanks.” Spencer smiled. “Anyway, how do you know all of this stuff?”

“Oh, Mark has a baby cousin who we babysit sometimes.” Emily explained breifly. “God, Spencer, you have a kid. The BAU’s got its own baby genius now.”

Spencer smiled. “You know, I never thought this would happen. With the job and the travel and...just everything. I never thought I would have had a kid.”

“Yeah, but look now.” Emily smiled, looking down to Rosie. “It might not be conventional but, you’ve got her. And she’s got you.”

“Do you think I’ll be okay at this? That maybe she deserves to be with another family?”

“Overall, it’s up to you.” Emily told him. “But in my opinion, you’ll be the best dad.”

Spencer sat back a little. “There’s been studies done - Bowlby, he argued that children who don’t grow up with their mothers are more likely to turn to crime.”

“Yes, but not every kid has a whole FBI family behind them.” Emily smiled.

Spencer returned the smile before looking to his daughter who now lay fast asleep in her car seat again.

“I need to set up a room for her and get some things and-”

“Okay,” Emily agreed. “You want my help?”

“Please.”

Over the following week - with Spencer taking some personal time off and the team being on a case - Emily and Spencer fixed up the small box room inside of Spencer’s apartment, setting up a crib, a baby monitor, some wallpaper and paint, a couple of pictures and sensory things, buying baby clothes, baby food, formula, dipers - possibly everything Rosie could need. As well as both Spencer and Emily interviewing babysitters and local nurseries where Spencer could drop Rosie off whilst he was at work. The only problem was - Spencer often was away for cases. And he was a single parent.

“I think that’s everything? Is that everything?”

Spencer nodded. “I think so.”

However, one thing remained unopened.

Austin’s letter.

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halo-library · 2 years ago

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Tala & Axel- Braiding

Axel found himself in Tala’s room, the little tiefling was sick. Elowen asked him to take care of her while she and Riven went to the doctor. She was stuck in bed sleeping, with a pitiful look on her face. Tala started squirming around in a cold sweat, Axel felt her forehead when she stopped moving. She had a fever. It wasn’t there before. Axel quickly went downstairs, filled a bowl with water, and got a couple of hand towels. He sat there for a few minutes, when a realization hit, Axel had no idea how to take care of a child. He could most certainly try though.

Tala woke up feeling nauseous, and she could feel pain in her stomach. She started to cry, Axel asked what was wrong. “My tummy hurts. I feel food coming up.”, Tals said quietly, Axel went to look for something for her to throw up in. He eventually found a bucket, but when he got back to her room Tala had already thrown up on the floor. He cleaned it up, put the bucket next to her bed, and rubbed her back as more crying ensued. Tala tried climbing into his lap, but before she could succeed, Axel put her back into bed. The four year old looked a little sad, Axel assumed it was because she was sick and didn’t put any more thought into it.

Tala laid in bed with a wet towel on her head, she felt really tired. Axel was fixing food that would be easy on her stomach. She didn’t feel hungry, so he set it aside on the bedside table for later. Tala asked Axel to tell stories about old adventures, which she was easily engrossed in. Tala ate her food while the high elf told one last story. “Can I braid your hair?”, Tala asked before yawning.

“You need to rest, Tala.”, Axel replied, getting ready to put another towel on the tiny tielfing’s head. “Pleeease”, she dragged out the word, “I want to practice.”she whined. Both of them were persistent in their minibattle of arguments, but Tals won in the end.

Axel sat on her bed and took his hair down, Tala crawled over to him. Her tail flicked side to side in excitement, she just had to reach the top of his head. She’d overcome this, Axel felt multiple tugs on his hair. He asked if everything was alright when Tals gave up. “Too tall.”, she sighed in defeat, there was a small sense of pity he felt when he looked at her. “It could be a low braid.”, the blonde elf suggested. Tala shook her head and reached as high as she could. “Oh, let me get a ribbon first.”, Tala said, getting up, but Axel told her no and he would get it for her.

Axel sat down after handing a ribbon to Tala, she thanked him as she divided his long hair into three sections. She started asking him questions about what her dad was like, how her parents met, and other similar things. Axel was happy to answer her questions, she ended up laughing at how Riven acted around Elowen when they had a crush on her. A few minutes passed by as Tala tied the ribbon neatly into a bow so the braid would hold. “And done!”, she said excitedly. Axel looked at it,”It's very nice. I appreciate it.”

“Nnooo, you need to go look in a mirror first before you can say anything!”Tala said with a whiny-angry tone and pout on her face. He stood up and walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Axel came back into her bedroom,”It’s lovely, thank you.”He said with a smile.

The young tiefling smiled back, giggling, tailing swaying as she yawned again. She started to have a coughing, it sounded like the type that the chest would hurt afterwards. Axel walked over to Tala and just rubbed her back until the coughing stopped. Tala held her chest for a moment and held Axel’s arm.

Her eyes were super heavy, and she crawled onto Axel’s lap. “Thank you, uncle Axel.”, Tala said as her eyes closed. His eyes widened slightly, he wasn’t expecting her to do that. He tried shaking her lightly, but she didn’t wake up. Holding her, Axel realized how small Tala was in his lap. He shifted her around a bit and wrapped her up in her blanket. Axel sat cross-legged, eventually falling asleep as well.

---Bonus Scene---

Riven and Elowen got back from the doctor. “Axel, we're back! Sorry we took longer than expected, we had to get medicine for Tals!”Riven called out, walking into the kitchen, but didn't see him.

“He's probably upstairs taking care of Tals.”, Elowen said, leading them to the stairs. They walked into the bedroom to be greeted by the sight of Axel with a loose braid over his left shoulder, cross-legged, and sleeping with his back against the wall. Tala was wrapped in her blanket, sleeping, and being cradled by Axel.

Riven commented on how cute they thought the scene was. Elowen smiled walking into the room and setting the medicine on the bedside table. “Cmon’, Riv, we have to work today.”, she said as she led her spouse away.

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sepia-mahogany · 3 years ago

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Chapter 115, Extra-Banquet

Pfft ahaha, so fricking adorable the pair of these two! 😂 LWJ being so loving towards WWX noticing even the smallest of details, drinking the soup because he knows his husband doesn’t like the taste ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ and the stealthy table moving, so cute!

Also the Lans probably do witness the soft love first hand with everyone’s eyes being on the most talked about couple, despite that there are no reprimands (not that there should be any! but you know, strict with rules and all that and still!) and its a family banquet with Wei Wuxian being there as Lan Wangji’s partner, OFFICIAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENT Y’all, *wipes happy tears*

#mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangi #post-canon lan banquet #family time #wei wuxian officially being acknowledged as Lan Wangji's spouse #Lan Qiren #lan xichen #lan sect #post canon softness and found family #finallyaftersomuchsufferingthroughoutthenovel #fluff #purefluff #let them be happy #let them live in peace #semi-retirement #semi-retirement softness #wangxian

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parkerpeter24 · 4 years ago

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OMYGOD, WAIT YOU LIKE SHAWN MENDES TOOOOOO

Woooohoo, we like Shawn Mendes in this house!

#purefluff #shawn mendes #i mean he's so talented and beautiful #ofc i like him 🤭#asks

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amazingmsme · 5 years ago

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Waait... Which app haha? I feel like this is before my time...

This one coding app. Don’t ask me why it’s called that but I literally couldn’t pass up the opportunity for such a perfect icon with a secret double meaning. (Plus I was an indecisive bitch who couldn’t pick a fandom for her icon)

#asks #purefluff #orca icon chronicles

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phanfictioncatalogue · 10 months ago

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Fics With No Angst Or Trigger Warnings (2) Masterlist

part one

A Piece of Me (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan is obsessed with Polaroids. Phil loves kissing Dan.

Absolutely Smitten (I’ll Never Let You Go) - manchestereyes

Summary: In which Dan is a much-adored primary school music teacher, and Phil is just the science teacher who can’t keep his mind off of him. But when the students notice and try to get in on the action, will Phil finally work up the courage to ask Dan out?

after all this time, i'm still into you (ao3) - wiccamoody

Summary: As Dan and Phil move house for the last time, Phil reflects on various crucial moments in their relationship.

attention wins your affections and oh, how i love it so (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan and Phil dog-sit a friend's dog and Dan realises just how much Phil acts like a dog with how he expresses affection and Dan falls a little bit more in love.

baby blue and bubblegum pink (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan paints his nails. Phil wants to try it

cat calendar (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil take a break during their cat calendar photoshoot.

Colourful Coincidences - phanimist

Summary: Dan meets Phil in his lecture hall one day, sharing nothing but a small smile. When their friendship starts to grow and expand into other things, Dan expands into more creative ways of expressing how he feels, even if he doesn't let Phil see his notebook of poetry right away.

Fur-Ever (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dog dads Dan and Phil marry their dogs, in preparation for their own big day

His World (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan opens the door and before him stands his world.

He's finally home.

How Far We’ve Come (ao3) - angelszn (artbabe)

Summary: Phil asks Dan to move in with him.

I Think I've Loved You Before (ao3) - milfbilvy

Summary: There is nothing Phil is more sure of than the fact that he and Dan were meant to find each other in every life.

I'd Still Pick You (ao3) - dnpdab (orphan_account)

Summary: "In a field full of pumpkins, I'd still pick you."

Or the declaration of love of one Phil Lester to one Daniel Howell on the 10 year anniversary of their first meeting.

In another life you still would’ve turned my head (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes across old black and white photos of two queer men messing around, one playing with the other's hair, just like he did in a recent video with Phil. He gets caught up in the emotions that he would have fallen in love with Phil in any universe. He crawls into Phil's lap and tells him exactly that.

It's home (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: A day in the life of Dan and his smitten ice-cream vendor boyfriend Phil, living on the coast of Connemara, Ireland

meeting the parents (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan is ready to meet Phil's parents.

Right?

Mochi & Luna (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Dan has planned a huge surprise for Phil for their anniversary, but what he doesn’t know is that Phil has planned the same thing for him.

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

never knew how proud i'd feel (ao3) - danhoweiis, twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Dan and Phil take their kids to a pride parade for the first time.

Ohana - manchestereyes

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

phuture phusbands (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: Dan’s opinions on weddings are pretty clear — marriage is piece of paper with some benefits, and organising a big fucking wedding is exhausting, and really, Phil, do we need it? Do we? The answer, of course, is no, and yet Phil is still thinking about it. As Dab and Evan’s Sims 4 wedding approaches, that thought process goes into overdrive.

Or: Phil proposes to Dan just after the Devan wedding is filmed.

Pictionary Proposal (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is with his family in France and Phil is planning to propose when he returns home.

pink + white (ao3) - maestronomy

Summary: dan and phil in japan, sharing bites of a dango whilst thinking about their enticing future together ahead - and forever.

Shut Up and Dance (ao3) - spacemanlevi

Summary: Dan finds a beautiful man at a friends wedding, he just hopes he can work up the courage to ask for a dance.

Six centimetres a second (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Cherry blossoms and proposals

Somewhere Only We Know (ao3) - raisedufromperdition

Summary: The bench overlooking the lake in Central Park was the place Dan would go to lose himself in his thoughts and be alone. That is, until Phil Lester joins him one day, and suddenly Dan is no longer going to the bench to be alone. Suddenly the bench is where he gains a best friend, and where he falls in love.

The Greatest Valentine of All - manchestereyes

Summary: A simple trip to the toy store sparks some nostalgic feelings–and plants an idea in Dan’s mind. Is Phil ready for his proposition? Or, the one where seeing a bunch of kids’ toys makes Dan really, really want a child.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

the perfect first date (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Phil takes Dan out on his first date.

waking up to a dream (ao3) - vhslucky

Summary: "I missed you..." Phil mumbled against Dan's jacket, reveling in the familiarity of his smell. "I missed you more," Dan whispered warmly. Phil vehemently shook his head, "Not possible." Dan chuckled. Phil found that sound so sweet and endearing that he pulled him even closer.

warm (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil likes Dan.

And Phil really, really likes Dan's hat.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #noangst #noangst masterlist #fluff #purefluff

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prettygreenpills · 2 years ago

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Good afternoon

I saw that you write fanfictions for Seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo, can I get some Evelyn x Celia fluff?

thank you!

Of course, here you go love! Enjoy<3

characters: Evelyn Hugo x Celia st. James

rundown: Evelyn Hugo and Celia st. James moving in together

warnings: pure fluff

request status: opened

“What do you think?” Evelyn asked from Celia as they stepped out of the car. She knew that the younger woman was watching the huge house the start bought for them, so she naturally wanted to know her opinion.

“It is- Evelyn it is beautiful-“ Celia breathed out without looking at the woman. She was in a pure shock and Evelyn reached into her pocket. She found what she was searching for and then she clenched her hand in fist, reaching both of her hands out to Celia.

“Choose,” she said only and Celia shook her head with a smile, not believing that the woman who was standing in front of her was the woman she has fallen in love with many years ago. She changed so much.

“This one,” Celia tapped her left forearm and Evelyn rolled her eyes, showing Celia her right hand. Celia took the key and turned around, walking to the entrance of the house which was standing in front of her.

Evelyn couldn’t help but smiled over her lover’s behavior. She followed her with a little smile on her lips, looking around while walking, making sure none of the paparazzi were around. She was sure they already knew about that they’ve bought a house. Or that Evelyn have bought a house.

The older blonde followed the redhead inside. As she put the key into the keyhole and twisted the lock, Evelyn could see the sparks in her eyes. Letting Celia walk inside as the first, she closed the doors behind them and put the keys onto the shoebox.

“So? How do you like our new home?” Evelyn asked, taking off her coat. Celia turned around to look at her and she just nodded to the staircase.

“May I-“

“Sure. Tea or coffee?” Evelyn asked immediately and Celia blushed.

“Black tea,” she said softly and she kept looking Evelyn into her eyes for some time. When she realized her previous plan, she slowly nodded upstairs and smiled as if she had fallen in love with Evelyn only few days ago. “I will go-“

“Of course. I’ll wait for you here. Downstairs,” Evelyn made sure Celia knew and Celia chuckled. In the following second she disappeared upstairs and let the woman be on her own.

Celia walked to the first doors in the house. She softly opened them knowing it was just her and Evelyn in the house. Looking inside and being surprised she didn’t find just four walls with doors but fully decorated room took her breath away. There was a huge king sized bed and two bedside tables. There was no wardrobe, nothing, just a simple room decorated in a rich style.

As Celia opened all of the doors and looked inside of all of the rooms, she realized Evelyn had to have much more money than she thought. When she opened the doors of the bathroom and walked inside she almost started crying.

There were two sinks. Two towels. Two cups and two toothbrushes. Realizing the little details in the room she felt her throat tighten what was a sign for her to leave the room.

“Celia! Your tea!”

The voice she had fallen in love with called for her and Celia brushed her fingers over her eyes. She haven’t imagined it like this after all they had survived but it came. And she wasn’t and didn’t want to do anything against it. Someone planned it out like this. The best way it could’ve ended.

Celia exited the room and walked back downstairs. She looked inside of one of the doors, finding the kitchen immediately and finding her lover holding a cup.

Evelyn smile at Celia, uncovering her shining white teeth. She waited for the redhead to walk over to her and take her cup when she raised hers into the air a little.

“To our new home,” Evelyn said and Celia laughed. Making Evelyn’s heart melt once more.

“I thought we would’ve done this with champagne or wine… or something like that.”

“Drink this first and then we will continue with our most expensive alcohol here,” Evelyn promised Celia and they both took a sip of the black tea.

“Evelyn?”

“Yes?” The blonde asked back, catching the redhead looking at her torso. “Celia?”

“I love you,” she whispered as she looked up into Evelyn’s eyes and breathed out.

Evelyn didn’t know what to say to not make the redhead feel uncomfortable. But after few seconds the words which should warm the younger woman at her heart arrived.

“I spent half of my time loving you and the other half hiding how much I love you. Now let me, let us, start again,” Evelyn said, finding Celia on the edge of bursting into tears.

“You are such a dramatic woman, so you know that?” Celia asked, laughing it off and Evelyn just shrugged.

“I have always been.”

“That’s why I fell in love with you. I fell in love with Evelyn Hugo.”

“And I have fallen in love with you Celia St. James,” Evelyn said back and Celia’s cheeks turned even more pink that they had been before. She looked at the floor closing her eyes.

They had been through the hard times in their relationship. Now it was about to get all good. They were about to live the prettiest years of their lives and there was nothing, no man, no husband who would stop them from being together.

#evelynhugo #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #celiastjames #celiaxevelyn #evelyn x celia #love #reunion #lesbians #purefluff #fluff #pure love #evelynhugoandceliastjames #evynhugoxceliastjames

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stars-jasmines · 4 months ago

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Calophylle

Beomgyu x f!lectrice

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Avertissement : angoisse légère, pure fluff, guimauve en devenir, matin paresseux, petit déjeuner au lit, Beomgyu joue de la guitare, X Reader, Beomgyu blond, romantisme, confort et détente, scènes de relaxation, massage, éléments de vie quotidienne, moments de complicité, rêve éveillé, atmosphère douce, instants de tranquillité, mention de rupture, culpabilité, couple connu des médias

En te levant ce matin-là, pour la première fois depuis le début de sa tournée, tu aperçus Beomgyu juste en face de toi, comme un rêve lumineux qui se concrétisait. Une sensation de joie te submerge à l'idée de le voir à proximité, tel un rayon de soleil qui éclaire les nuages d'une nuit de souffrance. Sa présence à tes côtés était un cadeau précieux, une garantie de moments partagés, de rires et de délicatesse.

Cependant, cette joie fut soudainement obscurcie par la sensation effrayante de la terreur dans ses yeux. Il semblait qu'une peur persistante, presque tangible, flottait autour de lui, rompant la douceur de ce matin éclatant. Tu essayais de lui donner la chaleur qu'il avait perdue en se réveillant en le serrant contre toi, une chaleur que tu espérais apaiser ses angoisses. Tu attendais la disparition de la brume de la nuit, que tes yeux retrouvent leur luminosité. Lorsque la vision devint enfin claire, la vérité apparut avec une clarté effrayante.

Un cauchemar avait envahi le blond, un rêve hanté par des ombres de plus en plus nombreuses. La résonance de ses terreurs était presque audible dans l'air, alors qu'il se battait contre des vagues de haine et des murmures préoccupants. La crainte de devoir s'éloigner de la scène musicale l'avait accablé, une crainte amplifiée par la découverte de votre relation, ce qui lui avait valu une avalanche de jugements et de critiques. Cette ambiance lourde, marquée par la souffrance et l'incertitude, se mêlait à ton propre sentiment de culpabilité.

Une douleur intense traversait son être, tel un torrent de chagrin insupportable qui brisait le silence de la pièce. Le chanteur s'accrochait à lui-même, tel un enfant effrayé qui tentait de se protéger de la douleur qui l'accableait. La scène était bouleversante : ses cris et son expression désorientée étaient les traces d'une souffrance trop longtemps refoulée, résultant directement de ses heures d'entraînement acharné et des sacrifices qu'il s'infligeait depuis des mois, dans l'espoir illusoire que l'amélioration de ses performances ferait oublier l'existence de votre relation.

Chaque mouvement tendu, chaque soupir, chaque grimace était un témoignage silencieux de la pression imposante qu'il éprouvait. En regardant ce spectacle, tu ressentais une profonde tristesse, mais surtout, une vague d'auto-reproche s'élevait sur toi. Il était impossible pour toi de ne pas te blâmer, de te persuader que tout était de ta responsabilité. Les souffrances qu'il endurait étaient une conséquence directe de votre relation, comme une pierre dans ton cœur.

L'inconfort s'installait en toi avec une force bouleversante. Tu te sentais complètement responsable du malheur de celui que tu aimes, et rien ne pouvait modifier cette sensation dans ton esprit. Sa détresse était causée par toi, ses angoisses étaient nées de toi, et rien d'autre ne semblait réel ou pertinent face à cette certitude totale. À cette époque, la culpabilité semblait être le seul sentiment qui était présent, envahissant chaque pensée, chaque respiration, tel une ombre persistante qui atténuait ta vision et ton cœur.

Il était nécessaire de dissimuler tes propres émotions pendant le plus longtemps possible, de devenir le socle sur lequel il pourrait compter sans hésitation. Au-delà de l'un de ces sourires artificiels que tu lui avais souvent adressés ces derniers mois, tu cachais tes propres souffrances. Alors que tu te rapprochais doucement de lui, tu essayais de lui offrir le soutien nécessaire, et tu lui demandas avec une douceur infinie : «Tu veux un massage pour tes courbatures ? »

La pièce restait encore obscure, mais tu étais consciente, presque avec certitude, que malgré le tard, tu devais l'aider à tout prix, comme si ta propre vie en dépendait. Beomgyu répondit simplement en hochant la tête, sans dire un mot, tandis que tu fixais lui. Son regard désespéré et désemparé brisa ton cœur en mille morceaux, un regard qui dévoilait toute la profondeur de sa souffrance.

Avec délicatesse, tu lui retirais son haut. Si la situation n’avait pas été aussi triste et empreinte de fatigue, la scène aurait pu être empreinte d'une certaine légèreté. Il était impossible de résister à la tentation de lui donner un petit bisou esquimau sur le bout du nez, un geste passionnel qui provoqua immédiatement une petite mimique sur ses lèvres.

« Je te promets qu’on trouvera une solution ensemble, joli coeur, » déclaras-tu avec une sincérité tremblante. Ta voix était presque incertaine, mais pleine de promesses et de tendresse. Cette hilarité, aussi courte soit-elle, était devenu le signe de ta volonté d'être présente pour lui, quels que soient les défis à venir.

Tu l’allongeais avec soin sur le lit, veillant à ce qu’il soit confortablement installé, avant de partir chercher une huile pour le corps à la calophylle, réputée pour ses vertus apaisantes. Tu l’allongeais avec soin sur le lit, veillant à ce qu’il soit confortablement installé, avant de partir chercher une huile pour le corps à la calophylle. Lorsque tu revenais enfin, tu appliquais l’huile avec une délicatesse infinie, tes gestes étaient minutieux, mesurés pour éviter de lui causer la moindre douleur. La chaleur de tes mains et la tendresse de tes mouvements semblaient avoir un effet presque magique, et peu à peu, ils réussirent à apaiser Beomgyu. Pourtant, malgré la fatigue écrasante, il luttait pour rester éveillé, désireux d’entendre les mots réconfortants que tu lui murmurais:

«Tu es vraiment courageux, même dans les moments les plus difficiles, tu trouve la force de persévérer. Chaque jour passé avec toi est un véritable cadeau, et je suis reconnaissante de pouvoir partager ces instants avec toi. Je suis présent pour toi, à chaque étape de ton parcours, tu ne seras jamais seul. Garde toujours en mémoire l'importance que tu as pour moi, et que malgré toutes les difficultés, ton sourire est ce qui illumine mes journées. Je t’aime plus que tout au monde. »

Ces murmures, empreints de suavité et de réconfort, enveloppaient le guitariste comme une étreinte invisible, lui offrant un refuge contre la douleur et la fatigue. Chaque mot était une caresse pour son âme, une assurance que malgré les épreuves, il n'était pas seul.

Tu arrivais finalement à t'arrêter, ressentant que les courbatures du blond s'étaient apaisées grâce à l'effet du massage apaisant. Tu t'allongeais avec tendresse à ses côtés, le serrant dans un câlin apaisant. Tu esquissa une expression moqueuse, puis, dans un mouvement de taquinerie, tu te penchais vers son oreille et murmuras : « Tu ne me dis pas que tu m'aimes, toi aussi ? »

L'éclat de rire de ton petit ami résonna lentement dans la pièce, apportant une chaleur joyeuse avec lui. Ton regard était fixé sur lui, contemplant sa splendeur. Avant que tu n'aies pu te réjouir, il murmura avec une douceur sincère : « Je t'aime aussi, et même plus que toi. »

À l’entente de ces mots, tes joues se gonflèrent de surprise, et tu tournais la tête avec un petit air de mécontentement. Bien sûr que c’était toi qui l’aimais le plus ! Mais celui que tu appelais mon ourson, de manière affective, avec un visage malicieux, ajouta : « Ma princesse me boude. Ne t’inquiète pas, cela ne va pas durer. » Il tourna la tête, et avec une douceur infinie, il t’embrassa.

La suavité de son baiser, qui lui était propre, te fit s'éteindre. Tu n'as pu résister à cette délicatesse, t'abandonnant à l'émotion. Il te permit de reprendre ton souffle, tout en déposant des baisers légers et fiers sur chaque partie de ton visage. Alors qu'il se rapprochait de toi afin de te reprendre dans ses bras, tu finalement remarquais l'heure : 4h52. Tout ce que tu aurais voulu était de te plonger dans un sommeil apaisant. Maintenant que Beomgyu était content, tu ressentais également une satisfaction, même si la fatigue commençait à s'accumuler sur toi.

Alors qu'il te serre contre sa poitrine musclée, à la recherche du confort et de la chaleur requis pour trouver le sommeil, il te murmura à l'oreille : « Regarde, regarde, le ciel est si magnifique. » Alors, tu tournais rapidement la tête pour observer les couleurs pastel et douces du lever du soleil. Le spectacle était à couper le souffle, et tu te réjouissais d’avoir été éveillée assez tôt pour en profiter.

Avec un émerveillement presque enfantin, tu contemplais le spectacle, comme si tu étais en train de découvrir des bonbons pour la première fois. Les variations de couleurs du ciel, de l'aube au jour, étaient une véritable création artistique. Après avoir finalement vu le soleil se lever et que les teintes pastel commencèrent à disparaître, le membre de TxT se leva lentement pour fermer les volets. Par la suite, il posa son téléphone sur la table de nuit et lança votre playlist, celle que vous écoutiez ensemble et qui était remplie de souvenirs doux.

De retour près de toi, il te fit part de sa gratitude et ses bras t'enveloppèrent à nouveau avec suavité. Il s'endormit lentement, tandis que tu le fixais avec joie, enchantée de le voir enfin tranquille. Ton cœur était rempli de bonheur de le voir finalement trouver le repos.

Avant de le retrouver dans les bras de Morphée, tu profitais encore un instant de ce bonheur partagé, enveloppée par la douce mélodie de vos chansons préférées. Ensuite, tu te laissas aller à un sommeil paisible, à ses côtés, comblée par cette nuit remplie de suavité et de tranquillité.

Lorsque tu émergées de la seconde partie de ta nuit, tu te retrouvais immédiatement plongée dans le regard de ton amant. Il avait dû se lever bien avant toi, et son visage radieux était le premier accueil de cette nouvelle journée. La musique de votre playlist continuait de jouer en fond, créant une ambiance douce et familière. Ses yeux étaient remplis d’un amour et d’une passion que tu aurais souhaité qu’il puisse te porter du regard pour l’éternité. Tu remarqua qu’il avait remis son haut.

« La belle au bois dormant est enfin réveillée, » observa-t-il avec un sourire amusé. Il avait toujours eu pour habitude de te donner des surnoms de princesse, considérant que tout autre terme serait une marque de manque de respect. Tu le lui rendis avec bonheur, heureuse de l’entendre.

« Je t’ai préparé le petit-déjeuner, laisse-moi aller le chercher, je reviens tout de suite, » poursuit-il, tout en te détachant doucement de ses bras.

Alors que sa chaleur quittait tes bras, tu cherchas instinctivement son oreiller, te réconfortant dans son parfum, celui de l’huile de la veille. Si tu ne connaissais pas cette odeur, tu aurais presque cru que quelqu’un avait préparé un plat au curry. En te resserrant l’oreiller contre toi, tu te sentais presque comme une enfant, enveloppée dans son t-shirt, ton unique pyjama, qui te couvrait jusqu’aux cuisses. La délicatesse du tissu et le parfum familier du blond t'apportaient un réconfort apaisant, te permettant de profiter de ces derniers instants de tranquillité avant de te lever.

Ton amoureux revint enfin, portant un plateau garni de tes aliments préférés. En le voyant, un sourire illumina ton visage, reconnaissante pour cette attention délicate. « Tu es si mignonne, » te complimenta-t-il avec un regard entiché. Tu ne répondis pas immédiatement, préférant te concentrer sur la nourriture en prenant rapidement un peu de la soupe mizu. Il n'y avait pas de doute : il savait comment te rendre heureuse.

« Pourquoi avoir laissé la musique ? » demandas-tu avec curiosité, notant que normalement le premier réveillé éteignait toujours la musique. Il répondit rapidement : « Il pleut dehors, j’ai pensé que ce serait plus agréable pour toi. » Son attention te touchait profondément, et tu le remerciais.

Pendant qu’il prenait du pain à l’ail, tu te demandais toujours comment il pouvait commencer sa journée avec ça. Il finit de mâcher sa bouchée avant de proposer : « Je pourrais l’arrêter et jouer un peu si tu veux. » Tu hochas la tête avec enthousiasme. Voir Beomgyu jouer de la guitare juste pour toi était un véritable plaisir.

En poussant ton bol de soupe terminé, tu attrapas un onigiri, te réjouissant de pouvoir déguster cette délicieuse nourriture japonaise. Bien que tu sois coréenne, tu adorais la cuisine japonaise et pouvais t’en nourrir presque exclusivement, à l’exception des kimchis.

« Tu ne travailles pas aujourd’hui, hein ? » demandas-tu, espérant sincèrement ne pas te faire de faux espoirs. Cela faisait un moment que tu attendais un jour de congé avec lui, et le fait de pouvoir passer la journée ensemble te remplissait de joie.

Il te sourit et hocha la tête avec une satisfaction tranquille. « Et même que je n'irai pas m'entraîner aujourd’hui, je sais que tu n’aimes pas ça, » dit-il en ajoutant une expression chaleureuse. Tu te sentis soulagée et heureuse qu'il ait fait cet effort pour toi.

« Tu veux faire quelque chose de particulier ? » demanda-t-il avec une curiosité bienveillante. « Profiter de ta présence » répondis-tu, ton regard plein d’affection.

Alors qu'il se penchait vers toi pour t'embrasser, tu mis ta main devant ses lèvres avec une expression sérieuse dans les yeux. « Combien de fois faut-il que je te répète que je ne t’embrasserai pas avant que tu te sois brossé les dents ? Ton haleine du matin est horrible, surtout après avoir mangé autant de pain à l’ail ! » La fermeté dans ta voix contrastait avec l’amour contenu dans tes paroles.

Le plateau vide, Beomgyu se leva pour le ranger, et tu entendis les bruits de la vaisselle se mélanger au doux murmure de la pluie qui tombait dehors. Pendant qu'il s'occupait de la vaisselle, tu te levais enfin pour ouvrir les rideaux et constater qu'il pleuvait abondamment, ce qui était tout à fait normal pour cette période des moissons.

Décidant d’en profiter, tu te dirigeas vers la cuisine pour préparer du chocolat chaud. Le doux parfum du chocolat en train de chauffer se mélangeait à celui de la pluie, créant une ambiance parfaite. Pendant que tu t'attelais à cette tâche, tu jetais un coup d'œil en direction du chanteur, heureuse de partager ce moment simple mais précieux avec lui.

En plus de la pluie, tu entendais murmurer la musique actuelle, concentrée sur ta tâche. Tu trouvais cela légèrement hors de propos, mais la mélodie était douce et familière. Alors que tu prenais des chamallows pour décorer le haut du chocolat chaud, tu fus soudainement surprise par une éclaboussure d’eau venant du guitariste . Tu levais les yeux, boudeuse, et demandais : « Pourquoi ? »

Il te répondit simplement avec une expression satisfaite , et tu décidas de lui rendre la pareille en lui projetant beaucoup d’eau. Malheureusement pour toi, il esquiva avec un sourire carnassier. « Tu danses avec moi ? » demanda-t-il, le ton charmeur.

La musique en cours était celle de votre premier slow, et tu souris en le suivant dans ses mouvements. Bien que la danse ne soit pas ton fort et que l’homme aux yeux de jais te surpassait largement dans ce domaine, ces moments étaient si féériques que tu te laissais emporter par la magie. Il te faisait toujours sentir comme une véritable princesse. Tu l’entendais murmurer les paroles de la chanson à ton oreille, et pendant un instant, tu te demandais combien de personnes auraient voulu être à ta place. Ces mêmes personnes étaient sûrement la cause des malheurs qui pesaient sur ses épaules, la haine n'étant que des ombres.

Tu ne remarquas pas immédiatement que tu commençais à te coller à lui, au point que son pyjama fut également mouillé de vos éclaboussures. Ses murmures cessèrent soudainement pour laisser place à un cri surpris : « C’est froid ! » Ce cri te fit reculer, et bien que ton oreille aurait pu être plus douce dans cette situation, tu trouvais une certaine satisfaction à ce que le karma se manifeste ainsi.

Après cette petite escapade, tu finis ton chocolat chaud avec les chamallows avant de ranger les affaires. En te tournant vers lui, tu dis avec joie: « Allons nous brosser les dents, je rêve déjà de pouvoir t’embrasser pendant des heures. »

Comme si rien ne pouvait mieux te convaincre, l’idole courut jusqu’à la salle de bain pour se changer. Lorsque tu le rejoignis, il était vêtu d’un jogging oversize, et vous vous regardiez dans le miroir tout en vous brossant les dents, impatients de la suite. Vous terminâtes la tâche en un temps record, avant que le danseur ne se penche vers toi, ses lèvres se faisant plus insistantes, incapable de se détacher des tiennes. Vous passâtes tellement de temps dans cette étreinte que les chocolats chauds refroidirent, la facture d’eau du robinet s’annonçait élevée pour ce mois-ci, mais surtout, tellement que pour la première fois vous arriviez à la fin de votre playlist.

Finalement, il s’éloigna doucement de toi pour prendre sa guitare, s’asseyant sur le lit en attendant que tu cherches quelque chose dans ton armoire. Tu trouvais un t-shirt mouillé, mais préférais cela à ne pas avoir son odeur. En te voyant ainsi, ton ourson sourit, heureux de constater à quel point tu étais accrochée à son odeur.

Il accorda sa guitare avec soin, et quand tu le rejoignis, il commença à chanter une chanson bien familière : « Beautiful » de Bazzi, sa musique favorite. Il l’aimait tant que tu avais fini par l’apprécier toi aussi. Tu te laissais emporter, murmurant les paroles d’une voix encore un peu hésitante. Beomgyu s’arrêta de chanter pour t’écouter pleinement, trouvant ta voix douce et angélique, même si tu la jugeais trop grave. Il se demandait vraiment comment quelqu'un pouvait vouloir du mal à quelqu'un d’aussi formidable que toi.

En entendant ta voix timidement se déployer, le chanteur demanda finalement de chanter plus fort. Rougissante d’embarras, tu te sentais de plus en plus vulnérable. Cependant, il te prit dans ses bras pour te réconforter pendant de longues minutes, et, avec une tendresse infinie, il murmura : « Tu veux un secret ? »

Tu hochas la tête en signe d’approbation, les yeux brillants de curiosité. je te liasse imaginer le secret. le danseur te serra doucement dans ses bras, le regard plein de complicité. Après un instant de silence, il murmura d’une voix douce mais mystérieuse : « En fait, je n’ai jamais vraiment cru aux contes de fées. Mais depuis que je t’ai rencontrée, j’ai découvert qu’ils pouvaient exister. Tu vois, chaque fois que je chante, chaque fois que je te regarde, je me rends compte que tout ce que je croyais être irréel se réalise avec toi. »

Il te regarda dans les yeux, ses lèvres s'étirent, son visage se faisant encore plus amoureux. « Mon secret, c’est que j’ai toujours rêvé d’une vie remplie de moments comme ceux-ci, où tout semble parfait simplement parce que nous sommes ensemble. C’est toi qui rend tout cela possible. Quand je chante pour toi, c’est comme si chaque note et chaque mot étaient une déclaration de mon amour pour toi. »

Il prit une profonde inspiration, puis continua, le ton devenu plus sérieux et sincère. « Et le plus beau dans tout ça, c’est que je ne suis pas seul dans ce rêve. Tu es là avec moi, partageant chaque instant, chaque mélodie. Alors, en quelque sorte, le vrai secret, c’est que je suis devenu un véritable rêveur grâce à toi. Tu as transformé ma vie en un conte de fées que je n’aurais jamais cru possible. »

Tu souris, fière et émue, en écoutant l’idole continuer avec une sincérité qui réchauffait ton cœur. Il poursuivit avec une passion inébranlable :

« Et c’est pour cette raison que, même si certains répandent haine et propos malveillants à ton sujet, que tu ne mérites absolument pas, je serai toujours à tes côtés, accroché à ce rêve que nous partageons. Tu es la seule pour laquelle je n’ai jamais écrit de paroles, la seule muse que j’ai jamais eue, et je n’en voudrais aucune autre. Aucune n’est plus parfaite que toi. Nous n’avons pas à chercher une solution ensemble, il suffit juste de leur faire comprendre que tu n’es pas un frein à ma carrière. Loin de là, tu es son moteur, la celle qui me pousse à aller toujours plus loin et à dépasser encore plus de limites. Je t’aime. »

Le membre de TxT prit une profonde inspiration, ses yeux fixés dans les tiens avec une intensité douce et sincère. Sa voix, chargée d’émotion, résonna comme une déclaration de cœur :

« Ce dont j’ai rêvé cette nuit, ce n’est pas de perdre ma carrière. Non, ce que je redoute vraiment, c’est de te perdre toi. Parce que je vois ces faux sourires que tu m’adresses de plus en plus souvent, comme si tu te sentais coupable de quelque chose que tu ne devrais pas. Cela me brise le cœur de voir que tu te sens ainsi, alors que tu n’as rien à te reprocher. C’est eux qui sont en tort, pas toi. »

Il s’approcha encore un peu, ses mains caressant doucement les tiennes. Ses yeux se remplirent de larmes retenues, témoignant de la profondeur de ses sentiments: « Tu es la meilleure chose qui me soit arrivée, et je ne veux pas que tu rompes avec moi simplement parce que tu te sens coupable. Tu n’es coupable que d’avoir pris mon cœur en otage, et je t’en remercie infiniment. »

Il prit un moment pour essuyer une larme qui perla au coin de ses yeux avant de continuer, sa voix chargée d’un attachement incommensurable. « Arrête de me donner des faux sourires pour cacher ta douleur. Accepte simplement d’être avec moi, pour toujours. Je veux que tu sois heureuse, que tu te sentes aimée et chérie, sans jamais te faire de souci pour ce que les autres pensent ou disent. »

Dans ses yeux, il y avait un mélange de désir ardent et de besoin profond de te protéger et de te garder à ses côtés. « Je veux partager chaque instant avec toi, chaque sourire, chaque regard. Ensemble, nous pouvons affronter toutes les tempêtes. Mais surtout, je veux que tu sois à mes côtés, que tu restes avec moi, non pas par culpabilité, mais par amour. »

Les larmes de joie perlèrent au fond de tes yeux, témoignant de l’émotion profonde que les paroles de Beomgyu avaient éveillée en toi. Sa capacité à exprimer des sentiments si sincères et beaux te touchait plus que tu ne pouvais l’imaginer.

Sans un mot, tu le pris dans tes bras, cherchant à cacher tes larmes dans son cou, profitant de la chaleur réconfortante de son étreinte. Tu étais plus heureuse que jamais de l’avoir à tes côtés, et chaque instant avec lui semblait devenu un précieux cadeau. Tu savais que jamais tu ne pourrais trouver les mots pour lui offrir une déclaration aussi magnifique que la sienne. Alors, plutôt que de te fatiguer à essayer, tu optas pour un geste plus simple mais tout aussi significatif.

Tu l’embrassas avec une telle intensité que cela le projeta délicatement sur le lit, la guitare entre ses mains, maintenant délaissée pour se concentrer sur vous deux. L’étreinte était empreinte d’une passion et d’une gratitude qui transcendaient les mots. Les baisers que tu lui offrais étaient des promesses silencieuses d’amour éternel, des marques de ta reconnaissance pour chaque moment partagé, pour chaque geste et chaque mot tendre.

Alors qu’il s’allongeait sur le lit, tu te penchas doucement, murmurant dans son oreille une suite de « merci » tous plus émus et sincères les uns que les autres. Chaque mot était imprégné de toute la profondeur de tes sentiments, un mélange d’admiration, de reconnaissance et d’amour incommensurable. « Merci pour chaque instant de bonheur, merci pour chaque sourire, merci d’être la personne incroyable que tu es... » disais-tu, les larmes de joie toujours présentes.

La cause de tes larmes te tendit un des deux chocolats chauds que tu avais laissés sur la commode, une attention délicate qui te réchauffa le cœur. Avec un air nuageux, il murmura : « Tu n’as rien à me remercier, je n’ai fait que te dire ce que j’avais sur le cœur. »

Tu te rassis avec un soupir de contentement, prenant le chocolat chaud et le buvant d’une traite. La chaleur douce et le goût réconfortant du chocolat te firent oublier un instant les soucis. Pendant ce temps, le jeune homme rangea soigneusement sa guitare, la plaçant à l’écart pour ne pas qu'elle vous dérange. Il te remercia d'avoir servi de bouclier pour son t-shirt toujours mouillé, puis passa tendrement sa main sur ton arc de Cupidon, effaçant la moustache de mousse qui avait fait son apparition.

Il te regarda dans les yeux avec passion avant de te poser la question : « On regarde Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic ou Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha ? »

Tu réfléchis un instant, souriant en pensant à la journée parfaite qui s’annonçait. « Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha puis Magi », répondis-tu, parfaitement consciente que tu avais toute la journée avec lui pour profiter de ses choix de divertissement.

L’idole sourit, les yeux pétillants de bonheur à l’idée de passer cette journée à tes côtés. « Bon choix », dit-il en se rapprochant de toi, son sourire illuminant son visage. Vous vous installâtes confortablement sur le canapé, enroulés dans des couvertures, prêts à passer un moment merveilleux ensemble.

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beatzylittledevil · 5 years ago

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Pure Fluff of spicyhoney

#underfell #spicyhoney #papyrus #underfell papyrus #papcest #underswap papyrus #underswap #stretch #fellcest #edgelord #honey #PureFluff #tooth rotting fluff #my art #doodles

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phanfic · 6 years ago

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summary: dan and phil’s first dance at their wedding, as seen by cornelia word count: 510 warnings: recreational drinking

EXTRA TAGS: Drabble, oneshot, fluff, reality/not AU, domestic, marriage, pure fluff,

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kenjiro-s · 6 years ago

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Chaenomeles, an Aone x Fukunaga story

Ch. 1

Coral sea

Wednesdays were a “ Pet Ollivander” day and Takanobu was not one to break habit. So this Wednesday, as every single one before that for the last seven months, he left for his morning deliveries fifteen minutes earlier and headed for his first stop. The high-end pet store with its huge wall-sized aquariums was both magical and intimidating. While Takanobu was used to towering over people, the sheer size of the semi-lit tanks of water always filled him with childish wonder. The shimmering water threw colourful reflections that blended and broke each other, and the bright metallic fish completed the strange feeling that he’d gone through a portal and ended in a foreign land. It was beautiful.

He liked delivering the live aquarium plants because the manager seemed to genuinely appreciate them. He’d mentioned often enough that he kept the aquariums of celebrities and corporate bosses neat and pretty, and he needed only the best. Takanobu was proud to be a part of “the best”.

Next stop was Ollivander’s house. True, the owner was probably someone else and not the suspicious black cat with the small silver tag, but since he had never seen the elusive owner, he considered it Ollivander’s. And so did he.

He had noticed him standing on the high fence like a king, waving his tail, and since it had been early evening, he had stopped. Not even trying to talk to him, he’d just reached and after a few moment of suspicious glaring, the huge cat had allowed him to touch the tips of his fingers to his toes. Nothing more, since the cat had been on the tallest part of the fence and even Takanobu was not tall enough to reach his back. On the next morning, during the deliveries, he’d seen the cat lounge on the lowest level of the fence and had stopped. The silver medallion identified him as Ollivander and as a resident of the house behind him. The rest was history. On the other three days of the week when his route passed by Ollivander’s house, Takanobu never saw him. Only on Wednesdays. It was enough, though. Ollivander had warmed up to him. Takanobu also appreciated that the cat did not like being spoken to. They both, apparently, enjoyed silence. Who would have thought ?

But this time…this time Ollivander was not on his usual spot. That was strange. Takanobu looked around but the slinking black figure was nowhere to be seen. He considered for a moment the absurdity that would be waiting for a cat and then shrugged it off. He had time, after all, and the morning was lovely even if the cold was sharp. The sun sparkled on top of the fresh snow like a rainbow through mist and the soft silence was enveloping the world in a dreamy cocoon. It was beautiful.

Ten minutes later Takanobu reached the conclusion that Ollivander was not coming. Oh. Feeling just a little disappointed, he got back in the car and headed for the flower shop next on his list. Maybe he’d stop on his way home. Ollivander Wednesdays were important, after all.

The next stop was a quaint little place that always made him feel home. Greenery mixed with colours in ways that showed both off like a gallery. It was pretty and completely unlike the greenhouses where every colour had its own place and nothing mixed up. It was still gorgeous but in a different way. This early in the morning, the only people he expected to see were the owner and his assistant since they opened much later.

Takanobu knocked lightly on the back door and waited. And nothing happened. A full minute later, just as he was about to knock again, the door opened slightly and a pair of dark eyes looked up to his face. The person on the other side froze and Takanobu almost sighed. He could predict most strangers’ reaction by now but that didn’t mean he liked it. And since he knew from experience that trying to smile would do nothing to placate the boy, he just went for as non-threatening as possible.

The boy blinked at him, huge dark eyes appearing to measure him, and then opened the door. He was short and the way his black hair parted in the middle made him look much younger than Takanobu thought he was.

- Oh, hi. Are you delivering the greenery ? – A little at loss, Takanobu just nodded. He had no idea who that was but he seemed pleasant enough. – Come on in. Can I take something ?

Between the two of them, it took them only a couple of trips to get everything in the back room. The boy apparently lost his shock and while he wasn’t a chatterbox, he was definitely talking more than the quiet man who usually helped. Talking about him…Takanobu looked around. There was nobody else. Huh. Strange…

- Aone, hey. – Or not. The owner, Yaku, had just shown up with an armful of…painted branches ? Takanobu just nodded in response. Yaku knew him and wouldn’t feel offended. – I see you met Shibayama. – So that’s who the young man was. – Shibayama, this is Aone. He delivers three times a week. You’ll get used to seeing him around.

Oh. Did this mean the other employee, a soft-spoken man who always seemed to be doodling something on either notebooks or wrapping paper, was no longer working there ? Takanobu was getting more and more disappointed. The other man was pleasant company, nice to work along with and generally seemed like a decent guy. First Ollivander, now this…This was not his day.

- Well, I’d like that though when Fukunaga gets better, I am going to be doing afternoon shifts, right ?

- Yeah. He should be okay before you go back to school. – Apparently noticing Takanobu’s questioning expression, Yaku sighed a little. – Fukunaga, you know, my employee ? – He nodded. – He managed to catch some sort of flu. It’s terrible. He’s been staying at home for the last two days and while I hope he comes back soon, well, better not be here to spread germs. Nasty thing, viruses. You’ve got to be careful. – Why did he get the impression of his own mother telling him the same ? – You meet a lot of people every day, you never know, especially in this weather. I’d carry hand sanitizer everywhere I go, if I were you.

That sounded like a lot of care for a stranger but Takanobu didn’t question it. Just got his signed papers back and turned up the heat in his van. He still had a lot of work to do.

In the early twilight, he drove past Ollivander’s house again. Trying not to look like some sort of a stalker, he looked around without leaving the van, but the cat was nowhere to be seen. Oh. He hoped he was okay. He was a good kitty, after all.

Shouhei was not sure if the weight pressing him down was a feverish nightmare or an extremely vivid metaphor for the sickness that was tormenting him. In the end, after turning on the light on his nightstand, he found out it was neither. The almost liquid black shape sprawled on his chest was simply Ollivander, with his shiny collar and orange eyes. Who was looking back curiously, not making a move to get up. Shouhei adored him but the cat was more than heavy. He was lethal. Just as he was about to gently push him off and to the blanket next to him, the vibrations from Ollivander’s purrs shook his entire body. Well, this was how he would meet his end. In his own bed, buried under a pile of blankets and tissues, with a purring cat on top of him. There were worse ways to go, though he really wanted tea and maybe some food. This would require some advanced engineering. There went nothing…

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu rarepair #aone takanobu #fukunaga shouhei #rare pair #rarepair #fanfiction #aged up characters #PUREFLUFF

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