#she's DEFINITELY NOT A PITY SEEKER

[brawlqueen]

Whats your type?

' hah ! well some definitely checks out - though i probably shouldn't ever show this when working as a detective . . . . probably better keep this at home. in a drawer. maybe locked." i'm not a smart ass! i just tell it like it is, geez. but . . . 'cute' ? yeah this thing has good tastes!

[marie-snape]

"Shhh"

Severus Snape x professor!slytherin!reader

Chapter 1, part 2

Previous part: here

Word counter: 1k

Warnings: -

Movie/book: Philosopher/Sorcerer’s stone

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You were drinking coffee in the staff room after the school day, when Pomona Sprout opened the door and said "Did you hear that Harry Potter is the new Gryffindor’s seeker?!" then she took her stuff and left the room.

You were confused. First-years don’t play quidditch.

"Wait, WHAT- "

"Do you have any hearing problems? She said that mr. Potter is the new Gryffindor’s seeker." said a low man’s voice.

When you turned to where the voice came from, you saw professor Snape sitting in an armchair and reading a book. How i couldn’t notice him sitting here all this time?, you thought.

"I heard it. I am questioning the fact that they allowed a first-year to the team."

"Certainly, it is another act of Gryffindor captain’s incompetence."

"Or perhaps their past seeker was so bad that any first-year who never got to fly on a broomstick would play better"

Snape was definitely satisfied with your words. Before you there weren’t many teachers to mock Gryffindor with him.

"They say he got the “talent” from his father."

"Oh, i think i knew him. James Potter, wasn’t he?"

"yes." Severus’s face expression turned into a tense one.

"Pitiful that one. I think he spent every moment of his school life on bullying Slytherins."

"He definitely did." he was more pleased with the mention of James in that way.

The next day, you were in Dumbledore’s office, suggesting what you could do to increase the Stone’s protection.

"Is the Mirror of Erised still in the property of Hogwarts? I could put a spell on it so if someone wants the stone but does not intends to use it, it will be given to them. And if someone wants to use it, it won’t."

"Yes, it is. Very ingenious, Y/N. I need to check something, but i’ll send you an owl when we’ll need you. Thank you for your help."

You left Dumbledore’s office, when you accidentally bumped into Severus and fell on the floor. As he watched you trying to get up, he said:

"A truly entertaining spectacle."

Then Snape gave you his hand and helped you.

"Thank you, but it was possible to do without mockery."

"I do not think so." He smirked and continued walking to his class.

Over time, your relationship with Severus has improved. Almost to a friendship. He even allowed you to call him Severus.

It was Halloween. The Great Hall was decorated and you had themed meals. You sat next to Severus and Hagrid, talking with the half-giant when professor Quirrell ran in screaming "T-TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! T-T-TROLL IN THE D-DUNGEON!"

Dumbledore told teachers to go with him to stop the troll, when Severus was going somewhere.

"I think the dungeons are that way."

"And i think that someone should go check if the Stone is safe."

"I’ll go then, you should go after the troll."

"No, you should go after the troll."

Minerva came up to you. "You two idiots, there’s a troll in the castle!"

Snape went to the third floor, you went with others to find the troll.

After you saw that three young gryffindors fought the creature, Severus joined you. You noticed Snape's leg which had a large cut on it. Snape noticed and covered it up.

"You alright?"

Minerva then talked loudly, not allowing Severus to say anything, probably because she didn’t hear you and was talking to the students.

"5 points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment. As for you two gentlemen I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. 5 points...will be awarded to each of you. For sheer dumb luck."

Severus then talked "I consider that taking away only five points from mrs. Granger isn’t quite right. It may escaped your notice, but mr. Potter and mr. Weasley were acting unwise too. Also, I can’t remember that house points can be given for “sheer dumb luck”. I’ll take them from Gryffindor, so we won’t have problems later."

Then he came back to where he stood, next to you. You smiled and whispered: "That’s how you win the House Cup."

"I don’t really care about the House Cup. Winning it just keeps my students motivated."

"Really?” You smirked. "Not even a bit of proudness for your house?"

Severus rolled his eyes.

When the teachers were finally allowed to go, you and Snape headed to the dungeon.

You came up to the door to your chambers. Severus was about to go to his, but you stopped him.

"Not so quick."

"What?"

"There’s a thing that a certain three-headed dog left on your leg."

"Why would you care?"

"Because, you know, some nasty Gryffindor students could notice it and think-."

He interrupted you. "I will repeat my question. Why would you care?"

"Uhm, maybe because i care of my friends?"

Severus stared at you for a bit. "How did you call me?"

"A friend."

"Why?"

"Tell me then, how i should have called you? “Man with whom we talk shit about students every day in the staff room?”?"

"Alright. I think i will allow you to call me this."

You answered sarcastic. "Thank you, my lord." then bowed jokingly.

"This one would be better." he smirked.

Severus was sitting on your sofa in the living room, with a rolled-up trouser leg so you could see the injury. You were looking for something on your bookshelves.

"Why would you have so many books if the school has a library?"

You mocked him. "Why would you care?"

"Right. I got that it’s annoying. Instead I will say “it is none of your fucking business”."

You laughed. You read something from a book and went to your bedroom. There you have a shelf with potion ingredients. Snape knew it, he stole from you few Ashwinder eggs for his lesson when he brought you drunk and asleep there.

You poured phoenix tears over his injury, and casted "Vulnera Sanentur". Then you took out of your bag a white plaster.

"To hide the trace." "Alright, now get out." you stayed with a serious expression for a moment, then laughed.

"You behave like a muggle nurse that hates her job."

"Shush!"

"Thank you, by the way." Severus left.

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Also sorry for this one being too short.

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With love (for Snape), M.S.

[theonlyblackcanary]

The Badger and The Snake: 1

Note: All the first years are fourteen and graduate Hogwarts at twenty in this, Derek is sixteen while Stiles is fourteen

Tagging: @axelwolf8109 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @lynsrosegarden @pollyna @taechnology777 @greek-freak101 @thebejeweledwatercat

Board by the talented af @ravenclaw-seeker

Eventually pairings: Stiles x Derek, Allison x Lydia, Issac x Scott, Ethan x Jackson, Aiden x Cora.

"Let me look over you" Noah Stilinski fretted over his son, Stiles was slightly uncomfortable but kept it in. To be fair, neither of them knew Stiles was a wizard until about two months ago.

"You write letters to me whenever you can okay?" Noah held his son's shoulder. "Of course dad" Stiles got surprisingly choked up. Noah hugged him close and let go after a minute.

"Give them hell kid" Stiles laughed and boarded the train.

He walked to the first compartment he saw. "Can I sit here?" "Sure" A tan skinned kid smiled politely, his companion rolling his eyes but not saying.

"I'm Stiles" "I'm Danny" Danny turned to his friend. "Jackson" The other kid rolled his eyes again. Another boy ran in, hiding in a corner. "What did you do this time McCall?" Jackson grinned.

"Might've angered the Steiner twins" He squeaked. "I told them Slytherin and Ravenclaw are for smart people and they aren't smart"

"One of this days you're gonna get punched" Danny laughed.

"Yeah yeah, I'm Scott by the way" He held out his hand to Stiles who shook it. "I hope I'm in Slytherin" Jackson said. "Ravenclaw" Danny said.

"Gryffindor" Scott sighed. "I don't really have one I want" Stiles shrugged. "That's smart, you won't be disappointed then"

Stiles giggled and even Jackson cracked a smile. "Hey Jackson" A young girl with long black hair walked in. "Hey cus" He teased.

"Stiles, Scott, Danny" He introduced quickly. "This is my cousin Cora" "Hi" She waved politely. "So Derek and Laura are definitely trying out for Quidditch this year"

"After they flew into our house twice?" Cora laughed. "I still can't believe my dad's gonna be the potions teacher" Jackson hid his face.

"Peter Hale?" Scott tilted his head. "Uh yeah" "Damn dude"

"Am I supposed to know this? I'm technically muggle born" Stiles muttered. "The rest of our family died in a house fire when we were babies, my dad and cousins survived, it was rumored that a rival wizarding family did it" Jackson said bitterly.

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"What if I don't get sorted" Scott whined nervously. "Maybe they'll keep you because of pity" Danny joked. "Ha ha"

Stiles couldn't hear anything, not the headmaster who Jackson was glaring at, not the fricking hat singing.

"Allison Argent!" A teacher called out. Jackson looked like he was about to throw something, Cora glared. Two teens from the Slytherin table looked away like she was beneath them, a teacher clenched his jaw but manages to look unbothered.

"Ravenclaw!" The hat yelled out. "That was awkward" Scott said.

"Cora Hale!" Cora took a deep breath. "Slytherin!" She whooped and ran to her brother and sister, who Stiles deduced were Derek and Laura.

"Isaac Lahley!" A young boy with curly blonde hair but too pale skin walked up shaking. "Gryffindor!"

"Lydia Martin!" A girl with strawberry blond hair skipped forward with confidence. "Slytherin!"

"Danny Māhealani" Danny patted Jackson on the back. "Slytherin!" "Aw man"

"Scott McCall!" Scott squeezed Stiles' arm, Stiles squeezed back

"Gryffindor!" Scott almost ran to the table with the Sorting hat on, the Slytherin teen boy that Stiles saw earlier, Derek, covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

"Aiden Steiner!" Aiden shoved past Stiles. "Ravenclaw!" "Wait what?" Aiden's twin said scandalized. "That's what happens when you act like a fool" Jackson whispered to Stiles who laughed.

"Ethan Steiner!" Ethan looked absolutely miserable. "Slytherin!" "They can separate twins?" "I guess"

"Stiles Stilinski!" Stiles was happy that it apparently didn't show his full name. 'Hmm, you're definitely loyal and smart, let us see' The hat said in Stiles' head. "Better be, Hufflepuff!" Stiles went to the table that was clapping for him.

Scott gave him a thumbs up and a grin. "Jackson Whittemore!" "Slytherin!" Peter Hale smiled genuinely and clapped for his son.

"I'm Kira!" The prefect sitting by Stiles shook his hand. "This is...wow" He grinned at all the food. "The head of house is my mom"

"That's so cool!" Stiles grinned.

Allison Argent was laughing with a few other Ravenclaws, Scott was arm wrestling with another Gryffindor, and Jackson and Danny were flirting with a couple of Slytherins.

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"Boys dorm is here, you'll have to room with Boyd and Liam" Kira said. Stiles was looking around the Hufflepuff common room in awe. "I love plants" He grinned. Kira smiled fondly.

"Yo" Boyd waved from his bed, Liam looked at Stiles with a small glare. "Hi" Stiles waved.

"We're second years, you're our only first year so..." Liam mumbled. "He's just cranky because he wants to cuddle with his boyfriend from Gryffindor. I still says Theo is crazy enough to be a snake!"

"Shut your face" Stiles laughed and sat on his bed, taping a picture of his dad onto the headboard.

Day one of Hogwarts had done well, hopefully the next months did too.

[gggoldfinch]

brrrrrrr art dump for the tfp self insert oc my childhood self could only dream of 🤯 I drew these back in July but have been thinking about them again recently. This is so embarrassing but I'm so proud of how these character sheets came out, but I can't post them without context so here we goooooo (oc info at the bottom!!!!!!😭)

Embarrassing au & oc info time!!!!!! (tw for vague discussion of non-human self-harm in 10th bullet point):

Okay so basically to preface: in my wip fic (wip is a gross exaggeration), everything remains canonically accurate to TFP except for the fact I use my Magic Fanfic Writer Powers to incorporate ridiculous Cybertronian mysticism canon into it for the sole purpose of furthering my self indulgent plot armor via cyberforming (cyberforming being when organic material becomes that of Cybertronian-make through means of mysticism and/or science)

Marian (unabashed tradgoth self insert) starts off as human. She gets picked up by the Cons while smashed drunk one night bc they think she has info on the Bots (found her bc she was lurking on online forums asking too many questions about big robot aliens bc she once saw them brawling and wanted answers), then she just ends up being kept alive and kept around as a pet/team mascot/ emotional support human, because hey if the Bots have one then maybe humans can be of some use

After a while Marian ends up forming a bond with Starscream (and KO to a lesser extent) after they both end up treating each other with compassion and respect (wow! trauma-bonding!). She kinda definitely falls desperately in love with him (and thinks it's unrequited but jk!). Angst & hurt/comfort abound! Gratuitous usage of mass-displacement device for nsfw purposes! You didn't hear that from me...

She is accidentally killed during the Battle on Cybertron (ca. season 3) by being hit with a stray plasma blast.

Here is where AU material comes in lol!!!!!!!

With the Well of AllSparks alive once again, in an act of desperation SS leaves her body at the edge of the well and actually prays for once in his miserable life. Through a mystical act of pity or mercy or whatever, a fresh spark combines with her own approximation of a soul and cyberforms her corpse and resurrects/ reincarnates her. She's herself, with all her old memories— but also something new, with all-new potential. No one knows wtf is going on lol

She becomes the first mech created on "New" Cybertron. "Cyberform-forged" is the term used for her, making her something of a new race (in the same way the Terrans are a new race), and is more of a mystic anomaly than anything (largely because there is no opportunity to recreate the event).

She's formed with a Vosnian Seeker frame and Cybertronian alt mode. Her frame is weather resistant: built to tolerate and fly through high winds and dangerous weather (Cybertronian and Terran) and relies more on brute force than grace in aviation. This means she is bulky rather than slim and aerodynamic like SS. She's a revival of the (near?) extinct class (if we're going by Prime!canon then Starscream is the only confirmed Vosnian Seeker left). Why Primus decided that cranking out new Vosnians would be a good idea is beyond everyone; everyone is too busy wondering how tf cyberforming works and what the consequences of it are to really question it.

Physically, she's not overtly femme— more androgynous, which is on brand for her Vosnian build. She's top-heavy with large pauldrons, shoulders double the width of her hips. Her new frame reflects her old human body in a very rough, vague way— only enough to be noticeable to those who really knew her before. She applies face paint by hand like her old makeup, and paints one servo red to match how she used to wear her nail polish. She's shorter than SS, around 30-ish feet tall (whereas he pushes 35'). She doesn't have a very good grasp on how her wings emote, therefore anyone who can read Seeker body language can always tell exactly how she's feeling.

She suffers with severe ptsd, depression, and body dysmorphia/ dysphoria as a result of the cyberforming and her human death, and semi-often has moments of panic and distress wherein she self-harms in an attempt to undo what's been done. In a potent mix of lingering human neurodivergency & the jarring biological shift, she often gets overwhelmed by her new body, notably her biomechanical functions: her optics cause a significant amount of stress on a regular basis, to the point where visual "notifications" and all other miscellaneous visual obstructions have to be disabled in order for her to function. This means no scanning data, etc, without purposefully reactivating the internal procedures required for the task. She also has a lot of trouble coping with the lack of sexual dimorphism. Shortly after her "awakening," she brutalized herself due to severe confusion and psychological distress (see the second to last image :( ) and KO had to sedate and mend her.

Every who encounters her and knows her story kinda assumes she just "came back" with a processor malfunction (or if they don't know her story, think she was just traumatized by the war), which isn't totally wrong. Knockout is one of her major supporters thru this and professionally thinks she probably needs a mnemosurgeon to fix her, but can't find any to contact so soon post-war.

She's rather clumsy, and takes a while to acclimate to such a different body (it also doesn't help that Seekers tend to have disproportionally long limbs, as well as cumbersome wings). She smacks things and other mechs with her wings, crushes things in her servos, basically she severely underestimates her own strength and size

One perk to her new body is that she can stream music directly into her processor, which is a function she abuses often to drown everything else out. There are functions she couldn't even dream of before: she can disable pain processors, turn off sight and hearing like throwing a switch, disable various biomechanical functions. She doesn't need to breathe like a human, or expel waste. Energon tastes like battery acid and firecrackers, but hey, she can turn off "taste" processors too.

She's afraid of herself at times, and by extension is afraid of intimacy too. She's afraid she's too different now, in a foreign body she can't seem begin understanding. She feels burdened by expectations; she's not a real Vosnian Seeker, she's not even a real Cybertronian in the way that counts— she is a freakish amalgamation of human memories and a soul stuffed into a shell made new especially for her, despite her having had no say in the matter... Or, at least, that's what she thinks. Those closest to her think she's a miracle and are thrilled to still have her, indefinitely now. Before when she was human, SS had been frustrated and genuinely afraid of feeling anything remotely positive towards her, because of how tragically short human life spans are (and his fears had been proven valid when she was killed). Now he has Marian forever, and while coping with his own problems post-war, he cares for her and teaches her how to be a noble Seeker.

YIPPEEEEEEE

[ffxivaltaholic]

Prompt #24: Bar

#FFxivWrite2024

"No."

"Pleaaaase. Just for a little bit...."

A grunt was the initial response the Miq'ote would give, his expression deadpan and uninterested. "I'll pass..." The man rarely drank anymore, having spent the last two years pulling himself out of his alcoholism to be a better person for himself and his wife. "I didn't like such establishments even when I did drink." They were too loud, too rowdy and rather expensive.

Watching the crestfallen Seeker, Jellal flicked his ears back and scowled. "Why do you even want me to join? You always say I am boring and not in the last bit fun." Granted he knew most of those comments were just to tease but it still begged the question of why out of all people his cousin could choose, she came to him.

Vassyl fiddled with her hair and frowned. "I dunno... I just figured it might be fun. Unless Iaella drags you out or you're on a job, you hold up in the workshop all day." For a moment he simply stared at the blonde woman before it all sank in.

"You're worried about me, aren't you?" Trying his best to soften his gruff tone, Jellal started to put some tools away. "If you want to check in or spend time with me, you can just ask, you know that, right?" He raised a brow, pausing to watch her expression, and as it changed, the Seeker knew he was right. Inviting him out was simply her attempt to check in on him and ensure he wasn't in a depressive spiral, she was just going about it in her own way. Granted, he hadn't had another spiral in a bit, but it was around that time of year when his brother was killed and it occurred to Jellal that those around him had been particularly attentive the last few days, especially his wife Iaella.

Fiddling some more, Vassyl frowned and lowered her ears. "I mean... We're family, worrying about each other is normal. Mom and Dad worry about you too sometimes. You haven't visited in a while." She couldn't bring herself to mention the anniversary of Seyrin's death, but both knew that was the root of this. A moment of silence passed between the Miq'ote and as Jellal glanced up at her again, seeing the anxious Seeker with genuine concern on her face, he couldn't help but sigh and give in a little.

In the past, he probably would have just locked her out to wallow in his own self-pity, but through the support of those around him, the bitter and angry soldier had mellowed somewhat. That and his Monk of a wife could rip the doors off if he did decide to hide away again. It was both terrifying and very attractive all at once."

There was a bit of consideration, and finally, a compromise formed in his thoughts. "Okay... But! No bar, club, or loud venue. If you want to spend time with me, it needs to be something we can both tolerate." Loud drunk people were definitely off the table. He might very well shoot someone. Vassyl's face lit up as she was slowly chipping away at the icy walls he put up. "Okay, that's fair... Something we can do together..." Wracking her brain for an idea, the Seeker appeared to struggle, and he could almost imagine a little steam coming out of her ears.

"Try not to overwork that one brain cell... It's all you have left." Jellal got in a small jab, smirking for the first time since she arrived at his shop that afternoon. Puffing up her cheeks in protest, Vassyl huffed and pointed a finger at him much like how her mother would do to her when making a point. "You're so mean Jellybean." One of the many, many nicknames she gave the poor man purely out of amusement and entertainment at his expense. A noticeable twitch from the soldier confirmed her comment had hit the mark.

"Ah... Well... I did finish your custom motorcycle..." A silly little smirk on his face as she gasped, immediately distracted. "REALLY? Can I ride it???" The excitement in her tone caused Jellal to flatten his ears back at the high pitch of her voice. "I suppose so... But you were so set on going out to a bar... I don't know if you'll have time for both..." Jellal was definitely doing his best to avoid the original invitation, even if trying to teach her to ride such a machine would be just, if not more, stressful than babysitting her at a bar and keeping unpleasant people away. It was a compromise... Sort of.

A small sound akin to a huff or a whine would leave the woman's lips at his ultimatum, and she finally caved. "Okay, fine, no bar... But you have to actually teach me. Don't just yell from a safe distance... That's boring. So then it's a deal?" The comment would get a roll of his eyes, but he was a man of his word.

"Fine, it's a deal."

[petitesmafia]

I am confused because I thought Mel*zai had been banned? And yet I have been receiving anon hate asks saying things like 'Dazai supremacy', 'Dazais better', and insulting things for two days, one of them even told me that I was bitchless and lonely because I called Chuuya 'my man' in a reblog :/ it really did not offend me because it is not true, I have a boyfriend and many friends, but it is still annoying to receive such things, and now I wonder if there is a mel*zai 2.0 or if she simply has done another account

i'm awfully familiar with her way of interacting so that's definitely her. idk about her main account bc we have each other blocked, but seeing how she's in my inbox on her burner, i'd say unfortunately she's still around! though that's to be expected, from someone who boasts about having 50+ burner accounts on twitter to stalk and harass people. i'd assume she'd have multiple burners for other social medias as well.

it's good that you don't take anything she says to heart! the insults she hurls at others all sound ironic coming from her. she's a pathetic adult who views herself as a poor child and attempts to generate pity whenever she gets confronted or reported to authorities (she genuinely believes it's about her hating Chuuya and not, you know, her months and months of harassment), and a desperate attention seeker who constantly searches for content and people she does not like— often circumventing people's blocking to harass them but then turns around and acts like the poor widdle victim :( she throws a fit at anyone and everyone without justifiable reason, even going so far as to harassing asgr and wishing harm on him recently for an interview he did (where he spoke positively about Chuuya being one to treat women properly). please just ignore, block, report! speaking from experience: it's not worthwhile to waste any of your precious time engaging with her. you'd be more productive watching paint dry, or having a conversation with a brick wall.

stay safe :)

[contreparry]

happy Friday Ann! For DADWC, perhaps "Mythical species, thought extinct, re-emerging in the present" speaks to you? :3

Here’s one for Vivienne and my Inquisitor Trevelyan for @dadrunkwriting !

“The hoof prints are all wrong,” Enchanter Trevelyan declared.

Standing ankle deep in mud in the freezing winter rain in the backwoods of Ferelden was not Madame de Fer’s idea of a good time, or even a tolerable one, but one made the best of their current circumstances. Vivienne cast a shield over their party, thanked the Maker that she had the good sense to have her tailor sew in some inner pockets into her robes so she could slip heat charms in them, and hoped that the oncoming night would convince the young enchanter that it was time to turn back towards camp. Seeker Pentaghast was already looking antsy, and the infamous Varric Tethras rather resembled a half-drowned rat. The less said about the state of her own robes, the better. The mud might never come out, which was a pity. Good silk was hard to come by.

There was little chance that they would move anytime soon. Vivienne was familiar with Ostwick mages and their insatiable curiosity, and Enchanter Trevelyan was a True Ostwick Mage. They may very well be stuck to this spot for days as she conducted all manners of tests and formulated a half-dozen theories over bloody hoof prints in the mud! Enough was enough. Vivienne cleared her throat.

“I do believe it is time to turn in,” she announced. Enchanter Trevelyan nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on the hoof prints.

“Cloven hooves,” Trevelyan murmured. “Definitely not a horse. But the gait is… bizarre. Almost as if the creature was… prancing?” She knelt down by the footprints (in the mud, the mud, dear Maker the woman was going to be soaked in the stuff)!

“If not a horse, perhaps a goat?” Seeker Pentaghast suggested, and Vivienne tried not to scream. Just what they needed, another theory to discuss in the pouring rain!

“Enormous fucking goat,” Messere Tethras muttered. “The Madame has a good point, mud’s up to my damn knees.” He shifted his weight, pulling out one of his legs from the muck with a loud, definite -schlorp-.

“… if it weren’t impossible I’d say these tracks belong to a… but that’s nonsense,” Trevelyan mumbled, even as Pentaghast caught her up by the elbow and dragged her upright. “But perhaps if I could make a casting…”

“In this weather? Nonsense,” Vivienne interrupted. No more of this, or else they’d drown where they stood in this damned rain! She spread out her hand and let the frost and ice settle over the strange cloven prints, until they gleamed a silvery-white in the gloom.

“That should hold until morning, I think. Now, back to camp before one of us slips and breaks a leg,” Vivienne declared. As if rising from a dream, Trevelyan shook her head and stirred. She rose to her feet, blinked her dark eyes, and seemed to finally realize that yes, it was raining and yes, night was fast approaching.

“Where did the time go?” she murmured as they began to walk down the muddy trail back to camp. Vivienne resisted the urge to say they spent a good portion of their time studying hoof prints and gathering weeds. She knew as well as any decent potion maker and alchemist that those plants were useful in medicinal draughts, and the hoof prints were (though it pained her to admit it) strange. Some new sort of demon, perhaps? Though four cloven hooves made Vivienne think of certain fairytales and stories that bordered on the fantastical, the impossible.

Vivienne thought, for a brief moment during the march back to camp, that she heard the faintest high whiney of a horse over the storm. She thought she saw, from the corner of her eye, the shimmer of a coat that seemed to have been formed from starlight and moonbeams. She thought she might have beheld a great horn formed of a twisted sort of pearl or seashell jut out of the head of the strange creature that darted through the forest at a canter on impossibly slender, delicate legs. It seemed to have been formed from the ice and magic she mastered so easily, disappearing and reappearing between the towering trees as they walked, but no one else seemed to have noticed it. And Vivienne… Vivienne shook her head and returned her attention to the task at hand: returning to her tent without injuring herself in the process.

But afterwards, when she was curled up in her bedroll and finally warm and dry, Vivienne lay on her back and carefully considered what she saw. Might have seen. It was all nonsense, of course. Unicorns only made themselves known to young maidens, not grown women!

But still. Whenever she shut her eyes she remembered the sight of that misty creature darting between the trees, prancing away on cloven hooves, the white spire of its horn cutting through the gloomy rain as it joyfully ran wild, away from all mortal understanding.

Some creatures, Vivienne thought with a small smile, should remain outside of scholarly understanding.

[maguro13-2]

Legacy of Shinra Reboot ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Remake Pt.16 ~

Inky Albarn : It's do or die, snake faker. Here's the deal or the deal that you're dealing with. This is your last and final warning. I want you stay away from the Ink Demon's royal Bloodline or either way, just beat it.

Medusa Gorgon (?) : I can't even make a grude on your look, I may have taken opportunity to destroy your kind, even thouhg you still hold a grudge against a witch. Maybe I can take you and Maka out along with that demon son of yours, and then I shall make everyone take the fall of everything!

Inky Albarn : Nice try, scumbag! Like I said the 412th time! I don't take advice from losers like you. YOU FOOL!!!

(scene goes in slow motion)

Medusa Gorgon (?) : WH-WHAT!?!

Inky Albarn : *battlecries*

*DBZ SFX : Strong Kick X3*

Medusa Gorgon (?) : (yelling in agony)

*Medusa reverts to her true demon snake form*

Inky Albarn : Just as I thought you were! You are not the snake witch Medusa you heartless heathen, not even close!

Medusa Gorgon (?) : (gags) ....

Seto : Woah! Yo, girl! She just slam that snake meaning who's boss! That's the queen of the Ink Demons alright.

Maka Albarn : Inky...You beat Medusa for me...

Inky Jr. : That will eventually show that faker to be put her in her place.

Inky Albarn : Huh. So that's it, eh? The foolish heartless Ansem has been using this faker as a witch so that it could make anyone become a God or revive a God that will eventually put an end to this planet with impending doom. These heartless popping out of the shadows have getting their attention from the school. Jr, could you even tell me who is this Phony snake witch Medusa over here. I feel like she has the body of a half-woman half-snake demon that has the power to use Vector Arrows, she's definitely 100% heartless material.

Goofy : Half-woman, half-snake? Now I remember who that Medusa imposter was! She is Nure-Onna, the banished half of the real and original witch Madoka, Medusa Gorgon's real name! Better to call her as Orochi. It is a heartless created by Madoka that has the power to use vector arrows and snake tattoos.

Sora : So that's why it was giving Crona any specific orders to be tasked with and the co-horts, no I mean hired cohorts that were used as puppets to do their dirty work. This snake witch was an imposter all along controlled by Ansem!

Eruka Frog : What was that?

Mizune : Did you say Medusa is an imposter?

Free the Wolf : And Madoka is her real name?

Ashley : Guys...I heard the whole thing, the Medusa Gorgon you fought against is an imposter...

Kimial Diehl : So that means...

Solva : [thinking] Eto....

*clock ticking*

All together : (outburst, realizing) OH CRAP!!! THE VILLAINOUS SNAKE WITCH MEDUSA GORGON THAT WE ALL THOUGHT...WAS REALLY A FAKE ALL THIS TIME AND NOBODY COULD ANSWER IT!?!

Maka Albarn : So that means...I've been battling a heartless that pretended to be Medusa Gorgon and I couldn't open my eyes just to think that...She was really a fake?

[The Devils' Descent - Yutaka Minobe]

Ansem : Of course it's true, young one. The fake is a fake, the original and real witch couldn't compare to this heartless counterpart of herself.

Sora : So, you decided to show yourself again, Ansem!

"Ansem : The Heartless Seeker of Darkness"

Ansem : Long time no see, Sora!

Sora : So you're behind all of this? Nice of you to see you drop by after I beaten you in the abyss! Didn't the light destroyed once, I had to save my friends, Riku and Kairi, and now you're back with a twisted vengeance? You fooled Maka Albarn and this Crona Kid just for the sake of Your vengeance!

Ansem : For a long short period of time, I was able to get my revenge with the help of this organization they called Organization XIII. It was I who controlled heartless puppet that bent on destroying you, Sora. But instead, it bent on manipulating this child and of course targeting on destroying this girls along with this pitiful planet.

Sora : That's gone too far! Even though you pretended to be Riku, but you're still an imposter that I've known about from someone a long time ago! See this? You're controlling who wants nothing but destruction of our lives! Do you know how much that gonna costs for us to pay respects to this planet?

Maka Albarn : You...You lying piece of trash! So this fighting against Medusa to relcaim Crona was all part of your plan for vengeance. You did this! You tricked me into fighting Medusa and attempting on reclaiming the one that I have been obsessed with! You're sick, you know that? You're really sick and inhumane!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Warbling+booming*

Seto : No! Maka's Shattered Resonance powers! She's gonna destroy this whole town!

Maka Albarn : You made my life a living hell...You set me up for this chaos you caused...you manipulated everything in my way! All of this, nonsense, this madness driven by a pool of Shinra's lies! Lies...All lies! Can't believe that I've been a fool this entire time, all because I wanted to become the greatest hero of all! And you...

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Maka Albarn : You've ruined everything for me! I WANTED EVERYTHING THE WAY IT WAS, I WANTED THIS ALL TO END, WHY DID I EVER PROTECTED THIS STUPID LEGACY! I WANT IT...TO END ALL OF IT!!!

[Stupify by Disturbed plays]

*DBZ SFX : Big Aura+Powering Up*

Ansem : What!? What is this power!?

Maka Albarn : (roars furiously) I HATE EVERYTHING! I HATE THOSE WHO RUINS FOR ME! I...HATE...YOUUUUUU!!!

Seto : Maka! Oh no, her frustration must've unleashed Shattered Resonance again!

Solva : No! Her power will eventually destroy this city! No she'll wipe out this whole town's population we can't let her do that can we! At this rate, her Blood Magic will be unstoppable!

Seto : Blood magic?

Kimial Diehl : *gasping* No...Maka...This power...I felt it too...Now I understand how you feel...

Ashley : Don't fret yourself, Kimial. We gotta stay focus and stay tough, we don't want this to happen to Japan. I gotta give us some full support!

Kimial Diehl : No...Not like this...I can't let anyone do this to me! If I'm really a witch from the place that I was born in...then I, a witch of my own kind and kin, must kill those who wrecked my entire life! AND I CAN'T STAND THIS MADNESS ANYMORE!!!

Ashley : Kimial...You're...

Kimial Diehl : (yelling furiously) Hrrraaaaaaaaaggghhhh!!!

*DBZ SFX : Big Aura+Powering up*

Ashley : Kimial...You are...?

Kimial Diehl : So...this is my potential of a meister who unleashed their frustration. A meister cries with it's own blood, (chuckles) that's right...I've had hidden power a long time ago when you fought of it, this is the potential that I needed for to crush those who destroys anything I hold. So I get to kill all of these guys first, starting with that snaky fake! Looks like I ought to teach you a lesson!

Nure-Onna : No you can't be serious! I am Medusa Gorgon! I am a witch! I have the need for Chaos! You're just gonna have wait while I figure to find a way to destroy and then I'll become queen of the new world!

*Grab*

Nure-Onna : Huh?

Ansem : You're just wasting my time. I don't need a heartless who is worthless to fight. This will be your end!

Medusa Gorgon/Nure-Onna : No! What are you doing!? I am a witch that carries out death and destruction! I was craved to chose the power to bestow against a mere God! I've waited years to find a powerful so that I could destroy this planet once and for all! And now you think that I'm a fraud.

Ansem : Exactly...And I have no further use of you anymore! Huaaaaaaahhh!! *Throws Nure-Onna into the air*

Medusa Gorgon/Nure-Onna : NO! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! WHAT ABOUT MY NEED FOR CHAOS!?!

Ansem : You don't control the likeliness of Chaos, but Chaos can destroy you! Begone! HAAAAAAHHH!!!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Blast*

Medusa Gorgon/Nure-Onna : (screams in agony)

*everyone in shock*

Ansem : (chuckles) This will finally show your place.

Medusa Gorgon/Nure-Onna : (continues to scream in agony) *BODY THUDS*

*DBZ SFX : Loud Explosion*

Eruka Frog : I can't believe it...(grunting) He...He killed Medusa's banished half, we're only following orders from a Heartless.

Mizune : Just as I expected this is not the Medusa Gorgon that we fought. This Ansem fella was controlling the banished half of Medusa Gorgon.

Eruka Frog : Which means...

Ashley : It was only a heartless puppet controlled by Ansem's creator, Xehanort. All it can do is to crave it's hunger for power and even give specific orders from Demon Vibe.

Maka Albarn : *heals with the vibe of calmness* So that's why I fought against Medusa in my story, all this time that we thought she was a witch who was using Crona to kill me, but it turns out it was just a puppet controlled by the seeker of Darkness. I see...[To Eruka Frog] Hey, you...I don't known if you were seeing this, but you decided to earn your freedom.

Eruka Frog : Freedom?

Mizune : Is that what we witches wanted all along.

Eruka Frog : [thinking] Freedom...Freedom...Hmmm...

*DING!*

Eruka Frog : [determined] I think I'm clearly to remember now. We cohorts of Medusa Gorgon aren't cohorts at all, we were all just pawns to those heartless in a corrupt game. I have innocence and you, Mizune. [To Mizune] You have some kind of freedom to prove the innocence, right?

Mizune : Ah, yes. I do remember. [To Ashley] Hey, Ashley! Remember us? You showed us the way how we witches respected each other! We finally discovered that we've been pawns to the heartless the entire time! We have innocence and the witches who were enemies to the school proven to have innocence by our hearts!

Ashley : *gasps in realization*

*flashback*

Eruka Frog : Will you help me prove my innocence to me, friend?

*Flashback ends*

Ashley : That's right, I remember now! You were only just a pawn in a corrupt game that someone is trying to put an end to this planet. The creator of the Ohkuboverse Demon Vibe was really the one behind all of this and the heartless' attention were drawn by the influence of Shinra Kusakabe

Eruka Frog : Shinra, that so-called hero of himself is responsible for all of this? I should've know that his influence would be cost of everything! All this time, Soul Eater would the very foundation of his legacy. But speaking of which, why do we witches of Soul Eater exist in the real world?

Sora : Oh...(chuckles) You might wanna get it checked twiced. Maka Albarn was the hero of Soul World alright. She was only in a coma for one year.

Eruka Frog : Wait a sec. We exist in the real world because this 13-year old minor right here was in a coma and you didn't tell me? That's the reason the story and world of Soul Eater took place in, it's all because of a stupid coma! I knew should've never be working these heartless losers that eat people's hearts. Gotta hand it to ya, mangaka industry isn't expect to have the story of 13-year old kids. I get it, this explains everything that the moral of the story finally got myself some real evidence. It turns out that the story of Soul Eater revolves around Three middle school students who were only 13 years old! They're preteens!

Ashley : Huh? So they're preteens...the age of a middle school student. Which means that Maka Albarn...is a Middle Schooler?

Maka Albarn : Of course it's true. I am in Middle School, and I'm only 13!

Kimial Diehl : *facepalms* Oh...Now I understand, making a thirteen year-old being the hero would be suddenly born with a dangerous power that has ever known to women.

Maka Albarn : So despite all of that...I even had to unleash the powers of Shattered Resonance to wear it down.

Inky Moon : Shattered Resonance wait a sec. Wait a sec, Sailor Moon knows all about you. You're that kid who blew up Japan's population.

*flashback*

Sailor Moon/Usagi : Hey, there little girl. Are you alright?

Sailor Mercury/Ami : Uhh, Usagi? Saving a child that is a false victim to bullying is worth the saving as much of a superhero? There's something must be hidden inside this girl's body.

Sailor Venus/Minako : I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Sailor Moon/Usagi : Finders keepers, I saved her first and this is how teach kids about the hardships of bullying a 3-year old kid.

Sailor Venus/Minako : What is that, you're bro?

*DBZ SFX : Shine+Powering Up*

Sailor Moon/Usagi : Hey, what the--?

*DBZ SFX : Big Aura+powering up*

[The Nearest Place to Heaven (Part 2) by Hideaki Kobayashi]

Sailor Moon/Usagi : AAAAHHH!! Th...That power! Where did she get all of this!?

Sailor Mars/Rei : Usagi! Guys! What are you doing!? Get away from that girl!

Sailor Moon/Usagi : This is bad! This is bad!

Sailor Mars/Rei : Usagi! What the hell were you thinking!?

Sailor Moon/Usagi : I was only saving this girl but she somehow managed to use some kind of power!

Sailor Mars/Rei : Usagi! I heard everything about this girl and I got it from the father of the masked Phantom boy named Makoto. There is a deadly force caused by the sudden frustration and it has the power to destroy people's hearts. It's called Shattered Resonance? This girl's power will wipe out everyone off the map and it could litereally kill us. What if this is the alien race's top secret weapon? If her power could unleashed into the Atmosphere of Japan, the whole country would be destroyed.

Sailor Moon/Usagi : So that's literally death is it?

Sailor Mars/Rei : It could be death, but it's also power!

Sailor Venus/Minako : Well, what should we do? We can't let her go near her, she'll kill us both! At this rate, her frustration will make grow even stronger and she'll unleash chaos into the atmosphere of Japan!

Sailor Mars/Rei : Our powers won't work on her, there's gotta be a way to calm her down.

Young Makoto : I'll be the one who will stop her.

Sailor Mars/Rei : Hey, it's the masked boy Makoto.

Sailor Venus/Minako : What are you trying to do? You got any ways to calm her down.

Young Makoto : I have the power to decrease her powers and the only way to stop her is to do this! I learned it from my mother how should heal her by using the power of the vibes in the hearts of all. I can save her. I can save her life.

Sailor Venus/Makoto : What? Are you crazy?! You could get yourself killed!?

Young Makoto : Trust me I know how to do this. Go, get out of here! All of you move! Leave now before her powers could destroy everyone!

Sailor Moon/Usagi : Okay! Listen everyone! We the Sailor Scouts are making a retreat due to extreme measures coming from this girl's power. Let's retreat to Toei Animation, fall back immediately

Sailor Scouts : Understood!

(the group leaves)

Young Maka : YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Young Makoto : *powers up the vibe of calmness* STOOOOOOOP!!!

*DBZ SFX : Loud Energy Explosion*

(Scene changes back to the present)

Maka Albarn : ....

Sora : Hey, Kid. You okay...? You seemed to be downed. It's because you unleashed that power from caused frustration, now I get it. You have the powers to use vibes in your heart. Yeah, that's right, vibes are the emotions that we control in our hearts, but despite being filled with light or darkness, this is a chance to make everyone happy and we could eventually fix the right thing! But can you really hide your powers elsewhere?

Maka Albarn : Hmmm...I think I can...But I when I think about something...I think I really change myself in different ways. Yes, I think clearly now I can change both ways.

Sora : You can really change yourself do you, like the masked boy who saved your life, he's still alive, is he?

Maka Albarn : Of course, he is alive, Makoto. That name that I could never forget. It stills remember me.

Sora : That's your way of living life the fullest. kid. Actually, It's Maka Albarn by the way. The world needs a hero like you someday. You're still or you're still not, it's either Soul World or the Real World that we all live in.

Maka Albarn : You're right...I did come a lot of ways haven't I...?

[Wakle Portrait - Michiru Yamane]

Maka Albarn : (giggles) I really can change a lot, I can wait to show around the world again. My powers may be dangerous, but I'm the girl that is destined to be hero. I'll be there waiting for them!

Sora : Yeah! That's the spirit! Welcome to the Real World, Maka Albarn!

(the background of Tokyo is shown)

"Meanwhile..."

*Footsteps approaching*

Moirai Albarn : Father. It appears that my sister is alive, she has regained conscious after losing it by the reaper.

"Moirai Albarn : Older Sister of Maka Albarn".

Lord Phanto III : That's my girl. So it seems that our dear Maka has decided to make a come back from not being dead after going into an unconscious state for only one year. Her powers are very intriguing when both her vibes of rage and gloom combining as the sudden frustration to unleash the powers of Shattered Resonance.

Moirai Albarn : ....

Lord Phanto III : You should considering to face the whereabouts of your sister's actions. Discovery the true hidden potential that she unlocked for unleashing the deadly forced. I've find very clear that my men were able to protect your sister danger, not kill her. An amount of Shattered Resonance exploded resulting that it was the fault of the humans who were such imbeciles that doesn't know about putting them in their place. Despite them as an arrogant race, children of this here world were such reckless beings in the past since that terrible incidnet which she has unleashed.

Moirai Albarn : Of course, Father. All means necessary to any further instructions. I will need the help of a young boy who knows about my sister. It's another one and is it not Makoto Asagiri. It's this boy who wanted to be with my sister for the rest of her life and she has some meanings about being a hot-shot.

Lord Phanto III : This is...the Soul Eater personal records. These are the kids that are willingly 13-years old while some are 16 year olds from High School. Teenagers these days, what shall become of this one right here in the picture? (a picture of Soul Evans's face is shown on his personal records) Ah yes, the boy who was protecting the legacy of the Devil, Shinra Kusakabe. Records from Eggman's database that he fully resurrected and his status updated to be alive after his 1000 years of death caused by the Time Eater.

Moirai Albarn : And you are truly sure that this was the same boy who really created the world of Soul Eater? I mean sister was chosen as Soul World's hero and this obsession of hers will...

Lord Phanto III : Negative. The world of Soul Eater does not exist. We do not know if she's dead or alive, but this Soul Eater thing is filling with lies from the Devil. All of those who lie shall make their lives pay by the truth's own eyes. Shinra Kusakabe would've remade the world of Soul Eater if it was just a dream.

"Lord Phanto III : Leader of the Phanto Brotherhood"

Lord Phanto III : Now, I will give you a simple task. I want you to find to your sister and bring her to me as promise. Do I make myself clear, ma'am?

Moirai Albarn : Yes, father. I will find my sister and bring her to you.

Lord Phanto III : Good. Now then, get along. The preparations to control Maka's powers shall be retaliated, failure is not an option. And when you find her, I will exchange the with the blood of a Shattered Meister. But don't forget, if powers will unleashed into the atmosphere, then all of Mankind will be desperate to have fates sealed.

Moirai Albarn : I won't forget that. *walks off*

Lord Phanto : It's been a long time, Maka Albarn. This time your finally mine, and I will never let anyone take you away again. This will be your final wake up call. We will never let this world be fallen into the wrong hands. And yet, we might make a sudden chance that this will be the final struggle of the balance between hope and despair, the keys to both light and darkness that shrouds the planet in mysteries.

"I have so much things to do to protect my Sister..."

"She is the only one that is family..."

"Maka, I have to keep you safe..."

"But I have to make sure that no one lays a finger on her..."

"I will eradicate those would go for their selfish ways against others..."

"This is my duty to keep you and the planet safe harm..."

"Our brethren depends on you, Maka".

~ Scene 15 : The Meister Who Cried with Frustration ~

[baguettemagiqu7]

bg3 tavs x this quiz

I think they're all pretty accurate! Of course, the definition of "incredibly kind-hearted" with respect to Mia is subjective...;) She does care and she is kind to the people who are close to her, even if the ways she shows she cares might be objectionable to people of a certain alignment.

Douglas is too dumb to be a "smart-ass." But everything else is pretty on point, I think XD. I'm not too sure about "pity-seeker," but I think it is true that he would want attention when he's feeling bad.

Of the three, I'm the most similar to Benedictus, and in fact we got the same result ^^;; Guess we can be best friends with Mia?!

[thegodwhocums]

the other book, as i mentioned was *spits on the ground* Silver fucking Ravenwolf, and having her as my gateway is a fact for which tiny me should be pitied, not ridiculed

god can you even believe these looks. the cunt of it all. this book has numerous flaws but the cover art is NOT one of them

inside cover, we see i did indeed choose a magical name (since retired):

Prase came from chrysoprase, which I found in the dictionary, which I read like any neurotypycal child. firefly and dragonfly both felt correct and I couldn't choose so I decided to smush them like Ravenwolf did. pretty solid work tbh. Prase crawled so Alder could run 🏃🏽

idk what to share from the book itself bc it's a trainwreck. behold the opening of the Seeker Ceremony, which i DEFINITELY performed, possibly in Oregon in the middle of an orchard ?

one thing I'll give her is she encourages newbies to make TEMPORARY commitments rather than vowing lifelong oaths (which like, who among us did not feel that urge). this is good advice in general. don't get married to your newfound path on the third date

there are def some conventions I retained from the sheer frequent repetition with which i practiced the rituals in this book. i still use the language "may you never thirst" from her "cakes and ale" communion ritual format, though i use it now in ancestor work. i also apparently got "my life is filled with abundance, and all my needs are met" as spellwork language from her in this book.

is the soft polytheism actually pantheist? maybe!

i feel I should emphasize that these rituals *did not work for me.* I was not tapping into anything live, and I found myself confused and frustrated by my lack of results. but ya gotta start somewhere

anyway, my dubious thanks to Silver Ravenwolf, whose crappy book provided baby me the tools they needed to build a path, find better resources, tap into the sources of power that would actually work for them, and become the fucking weirdo they are today 🙏🏽 so mote it be 😌

well i found both early 2000s books i mentioned in this post

i have to say, as soon as i picked up the Celtic Magic book the specific smell of the paper alone punted my ass directly into the giant polyester tie dye beanbag chair that was the year 2000

the inner cover has the name of one of my middle and high school friends written in it, which answers my wonder of how i ended up with it. (I always seemed to have less spending money than my friends.) he must have passed it along to me when he got bored. I got a TON of use out of it

here's a self-dedication ritual that I probably adapted and performed, which i share more as a curiosity than a recommendation:

the jewelry i used was a cheap Brigid's knot pendant with a little golden stone in it that i worked up the courage to request my grandmother get me at the mall in Eugene. she (a spiritual freak in her own right) read the label and exclaimed something about a FERTILITY necklace for a TEENAGER??? but she did get me the pendant. I probably still have it somewhere

[just-my-type-x]

jealous and toxic colby please

Bitch, U Better Be Joking

Pic from Pinterest

Relationships are hard, especially when you try your best to be good enough for your partner and in return you get yelled at for being too clingy or an attention seeker. I roll my eyes once more when i get out of Colby's backseat, while he chats with Amber, the conversation not looking like will ever come to an end. He barely said something to me since we left the house like total strangers. I don't doubt the fact that he loves me, but he has an annoying way of keeping me out of the public relationship life. We've been through this conversation, multiple times, even our closest friends who know about us have talked to Colby about us finally posting something about what's going on between the two of us. Some fans already suspect us to be more than just friends, it's not like we would shock the world. But no, he says he protects me by tossing me away and arriving at parties talking to another girl. Something thay bothers me even more is that Amber has no idea about us, because when asked, Colby said we're just friends. So this is how i will act with him tonight.

We enter Amber's friends house, who throws this party to celebrate this big brand deal he's signed. We greet the people close to the entrance and immediately spot Jack and we're quick to go hug him. Happy that I'm not here just with Amber and Colby, i see Sam, Kat and Nate entering the house. A sigh of relief escapes my lips.

"Why are you so tensed, babe?", Jack asks me and i realise he has an arm around my waist, waiting for me to hug him.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a bad headache, I'm not in my best shape", i give him a quick smile and hug him, looking over at Colby, who's already looking at me, frowned, taking a sip of his drink. I back away from Jack and feel my cheeks heat up and walk over to Colby, who puts a hand on my back.

"I hate him", he whispers in my ear.

"Because he hugged me?", i chuckle and put my hand on my back too, just to caress his. He moves his hand slowly away from mine, until he takes it off my back. I swallow my pain look at Colby, who isn't even facing me.

"Don't do that at parties, y/n. There are so many cameras everywhere", he waves at a random girl that walks by and fake smiles at her to keep the appearance of everything being ok.

"Don't you think I've understood that in a year? A year, Colby. A fucking year! Don't even bother to wait for me to drive home", i raise my voice at him and leave him in the spot, while i leave towards the kitchen, where I'm happy there's not much population. I lean on the counter top and massage my temples, when i feel someone next to me. I look up and i see Kat giving me a pitiful look. She reaches to hug me and i instantly let the emotions wash over me, as tears starts falling on my cheeks uncontrollably.

"You're ok, y/n, don't worry. You know Colby doesn't really mean it. He has this weird way of showing his affection - actually i don't kniw what he's showing, but it's definitely because he cares about you", Kat brushes some tears off my face and i shake my head at her words

"Kat, that's not love, that's not anything. People have no idea who i am and they still think he has something for stas like what the fuck. If that's not a red flag, i don't know what it is.", i throw my hands around

"He doesn't like stas, you know that and i promise you it's true", she puts a strand of hair behind my ear

"I don't think i have to believe anything because everything is a facade for something.", i try to look happy as i see Nate coming into the kitchen, his face lightning up when he sees us. Believe it or not, Nate has no idea about Colby and I because Sam was told not to say anything, so yeah, woohoo.

Nate comes to my side and puts an arm around the shoulders, giving me a side hug. I let my arm stay on his waist as we exchange a few words.

"You know, y/n, i think you should have fun tonight." Kat winks at me, then looks at Nate and then back at me. "I'm gonna go find Sam, love you", she leaves Nate and i in the kitchen and we both start looking for something in the huge bar to drink.

"This one?", he shows me a bottle of scotch and i nod, not really caring about what we drink. I decide we go out to the back yard, where there's a pool, yet only ten people around us, compared to fifty in the house. We find some tanning beds and both sit on one, facing each other and the bottle in the middle. "You look amazing, y/n. I don't know if you needed to hear that, but wow", Nate smiles and opens the bottle. I blush, my smile wide.

"i actually needed that, yeah. Thank you, you look amazing too. You're already turning around some heads", i point to some girls who sit on the edge of the pool, looking at us. I take a sip of scotch and cough at the feeling of the burnt throat. He waves at them and they start giggling. Unimpressed, he turns his attention towards me. "Tough crowd?", i raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

"Just uninterested. Had my eyes on someone else for a while.", he takes a sip of the alcohol and doesn't leave my sight. I sigh. For a second i wish i could tell him about what's on my chest, how Colby treats me when people are around. At home and around Sam and Kat, things are really decent, but i can't have a decent love life.

We lose track of time as we go through numerous subjects and catch up with what has been going on in our lives since we last saw each other for the Madison Infirmary episode. We drunk laugh and tell stories, half of bottled emptied.

"There's no way he did that!", i say, putting a hand on his shoulder because of how hard I'm laughing. "Sam was such a figure when he was younger", i brush a tear from the corner of my eye.

"What the hell are you doing here?", Colby's thick voice makes us stop in our tracks and my smile quickly fades away. I check my phone and gasp at the 15 missed calls and 23 texts from Colby from an hour ago. We get up from the tanning bed and Colby stops between us. He turns to Nate and puts me behind him.

"Chatting. Why are you so pissed?", Nate asks with a grin, not understanding why his best friend behaves like this. I look somewhere else when Nate meets my eyes.

"My eyes are up here, not behind me. What the hell did you do for two hours here, all by yourselves?", Colby raises his voice and turns around to face me.

"Where the fuck were you for two hours, not giving a shit about me?", i yell at him and move a few steps away from him.

"I'm sorry, what's going on?", Nate asks

"You were here all this time, 'chatting' with my girlfriend. You drank almost a bottle of alcohol and you're telling me you just talked?"

"Your girlfriend? Since when is she your girlfriend and why didn't i know that?", Nate scoffs and starts laughing. "You're telling me that i should believe the crap you're telling me right now?", he runs a hand through his hair, losing his patience

"Yes, my girlfriend. We've been dating for a year now", Colby calms down and pulls me in for a side hug, but i shake my head and just walk closer to him for his arm to fall on my waist.

"You're shitting me", Nate looks from me to Colby and then turns around, running his hands over his face.

"No, I'm not. Why are you acting like this?", Colby asks frustrated

"Maybe because he's your best friend and you didn't tell him about us. Maybe because it's normal, in a loving relationship, for the couple to come forward and to fucking say that the other is not available.", i shout at Colby and push my pointing finger on his chest to make my statements more clear." Because if you don't do at least this fucking thing, your partner will seek this somewhere else. ", a tear falls on my cheek, unable to hold back my tears anymore.

"So you came to Nate for help?", from everything I've said, Colby understands this. I shake my head in disbelief. "Dude, i swear to God if you kissed her, i don't know-"

"I didn't touch her. Bro, come back to planet Earth. Look how you treat her. She loves the living hell out of you because otherwise i don't know what she's doing with you. And no, i didn't kiss her, but if you didn't show up, i might have had.", Nate takes the bottle and walks away, throwing it somewhere in the garden, glass breaking everywhere. My body is shaking because of all the adrenaline that I'm feeling from the moment.

"Bitch, you better be joking", I catch Colby's arm when he wants to follow Nate back into the house.

"You stay here, cause I'm not done with you. I want to break up with you", Colby turns to face me immediately and his face becomes as white as a wall. He shakes his head, but i nod, swallowing hard my tears and hoping that my voice doesn't crack. "I'm done. I can't fight for us anymore. This is not who i fell for. Who the fuck are you?", i raise my voice at him and i take a step back, running my hands through my hair. "I haven't been happy in months, because you keep flirting with everyone to be 'yourself' and you're killing me Colby!", i break down crying and i sit on one of the closest tanning beds. He's quick to come and kneel down at my feet, resting his arms on my legs, his hands trying to take my own hands off my face to hold them.

"No, don't say that. I just wanted to protect you from what people say. You know how mean they get", his voice is calm now, but his eyes are red and he's on the verge to cry too. I shake my head.

"I'd prefer them telling me to go to hell every day rather than having you push me away and deny my touches because people see us. And not just random people, our friends and fucking girls that you've had sex with and who come and talk to you like you're some kind of freeway. "

Colby just stares at me and a tear falls on his cheek but he wipes it away fast, but another one is quick to follow.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I was so stupid to ignore you like that and to treat you like this the whole damn time. I don't want to lose you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, baby, please", he begs, kissing the back of my right hand. I take it away and get up.

"I can't live like this with you. It's not healthy for me. It's enough that you didn't even realise what you were doing", my voice cracks and i look away. Colby comes in front of me and cups my face gently.

"I love you, I'm sorry. I will do everything that i can to make things right. I was so stupid, i know i don't deserve you, Nate was right, but give me a chance to change everything. I will listen to whatever you want me to do regarding our relationship and we'll talk things through. Please, y/n, just please, one more chance. I know i won't screw it up because i fucking love you like crazy. I can't afford to lose a piece of me. ", i hug Colby and we both let go and sob. I pull away after a few moments and wipe my tears with my sleeve. I nod.

"Ok, fine, I'll forgive you, but please, just please, be yourself around me. That's all i ask. Fuck a public picture, i want you to kiss me at parties, hug me, dance with me, i couldn't give a fuck about who takes our picture and neither should you. I'm a grown woman, let the hate comments come in cause i can handle them. I can't handle you mistreating me, ok? "

"yeah, yeah, anything you want. Just take me on this journey with you because i have no idea how to handle things. Especially relationships, in case you didn't figure it out in a year.", Colby chuckles. I nod again and hug him, while he kisses the top of my head and my forehead. "Let's go inside. I need to talk to Nate"

"I should apologise too.", i realise. "I kinda lied to him too.", i say as we walk towards the house holding hands

"Did he really want to kiss you?", Colby's grip tightens because of jealousy

"I think he was just messing with you", i laugh

"He better"

A/N: hey, so since i got this request, i didn't really know what to expect from myself to write. I also wanted to find a happy ending because I'm all about the good vibes and stuff. This aside, just wanted to tell you that if you're going through these type of things in your relationship, just think twice about it, ok? Because you're supposed to be happy and healthy, not depressed and unfulfilled. Staying in a toxic relationship isn't the way and just telling yourself that your partner is going to change is just a comfort lie to postpone the inevitable. Respect yourself and be the bad bitch you were born to be and find someone who makes you the best version of yourself. Find that someone who takes care of you, don't stay with the one that brings you down along with them.

This was purely fictional and u do not encourage getting back together with a person that treats you similarly or acts similarly. I did that and it took me years to recover. So learn from my mistakes and know when enough is enough.

I love you and i hope you're staying hydrated, i hope you're eating something and i hope you're getting enough sleep ♥️

[saintobio]

sincerely not. (6)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. neglect, cheating, suggestive smut, family drama

notes. 9k wc. sorry i wasn’t able to reply to everyone’s asks but enjoy !! more drama to come soon

series masterlist -> episode seven

For the weekend since he left, Gojou didn’t come home.

You spent sleepless nights waiting for him in a cold king-sized bed, being reminded over and over of the venomous words that he said to you before he chased after Sera that day. You’re an attention-seeker. Know your boundaries. How could you feel bad for sleeping with your own husband in your own home? How could you allow him to run after his mistress and treat you like a villain just when he started being unusually caring the night prior? You recalled the fury in Sera’s eyes when you opened the door after she waited for Satoru all night at the hotel room where they were supposed to meet. She eyed you with disgust and called you a liar with quivering lips before she burst into tears. It would be heartless of you not to understand her pain, but how come nobody understood yours?

How come the two of them only ever cared about their misfortune of being caught in a forbidden love, but they never saw the sorrows of a wife who willingly allowed her husband to see another woman? If it was up to you, you never would have allowed it. It was your altruistic decision to understand Satoru’s resentment that led you to suffer in misery all by yourself. While you did try your best to fully grasp the very definition of pain in their perspective, none of them ever tried to see the magnitude of your suffering through your own lens. You were treated with little importance, invalidated of sympathy because they believed that you were only receiving what you deserved.

This, in fact, was not what you deserved. It would have been easier to just stop being a good person for once. It would have been less torturous to not take the high road and instead to prioritize your mental and emotional well-being. What was stopping you from leaving your husband was your hopeless desire to make your pitiful marriage work. Gojou was right, you were married for a reason. As much as he detested the thought, he owned up to it and married you in front of the whole world. Escaping the horrors of your marriage through divorce was not as easy as it looked like because you were doomed with the complications of family drama and an impending cold war between your fathers which you would never wish upon the stars to ever happen. You were simply stuck on a dead end and it was beginning to feel suffocating.

You just didn’t want to be the reason why your families would grow apart one day because you weren’t patient enough to deal with Satoru.

But how much more could you take, really? How many days would you still have to go through where you would be alone in the penthouse because he was spending his sweet time with the woman that he loved? Their entanglement would not last forever, and as Satoru himself did not want a divorce, he was bound to end things with Sera one way or another. That was how you tried to see some light in your darkest dilemma. It will end one day, you often said those words to yourself for the sake of reassuring your lonely heart.

Although you were tempted, you didn’t contact your husband to ask when he would be coming home, afraid of the harsh response that you might receive if you ever dared to act like a housewife. Everything you did seemed wrong in his eyes. While there were days where you lived like a normal married couple in a domestic setup, most of your sunrise and sunsets were still with a husband who disdained your mere existence.

And yet, you kept forgiving him without being given an apology. The shoes, the hotel rendezvous, the cruel words that he unsparingly uttered to you—you tried to look past it and still carry on. Perhaps not as how you usually would, but it would be nice to just put a safe space between you and him hereafter. Being alone in the penthouse had you coming into these conclusions as you spent your days doing house chores and ruminating about what the best course of action would be in this failure of a relationship. You ate meals by yourself, slept by yourself, stared at the Tokyo skyline at night all without the presence of your husband.

Meanwhile, Sera had all of him. She slept next to him, had romantic dinners with him, and maybe shared intimate nights with him just to make up for the fact that you apparently lied to her and seduced him. In Sera’s words, “You’re already blessed with everything you can ask for.” Money, respect, the whole damn world except your husband. She was adamant on being the true victim in this situation and to some extent, you were made to see yourself as the villain. You felt bad and sorry knowing how tough it must have been to be in her shoes, but deep inside, you were starting to grow jealous of her for being the adored woman of your only husband.

You didn’t deny it, but Satoru was always successful at solidifying your entire soul just so he could blow it into smithereens. His shameless infidelity and patent neglect towards you only added more cracks to your bleeding heart. The wound started as a scratch that had now turned into an open gash that would never seem to heal. Even if the crevices on your heart could be concealed with an antiseptic gauze, Gojou would only find another way to rip through it. You had to learn how to protect your heart from him.

At 8AM, on a Monday, you still had no text messages and calls from him. His secretary confirmed to you that he made a quick call in the office to notify them of his ‘extended leave’ and you guessed that he must be having a great time with Sera, giving her all of his attention to rectify the mistake of sleeping with his wife.

With your refusal to spend another pathetic day alone in the penthouse, you’ve decided to make a visit to your dad’s office that day. Back at the Creston Headquarters, everyone from the ground floor lobby to the top floor office treated you with amiable respect. Paying you with courteous bows when you walked past them, greeting you with cordial smiles, and wishing you a happy day ahead. Returning to the head office after a long time was a formal and yet welcoming atmosphere to come back to.

Your dad was in a meeting with the board members when you arrived so you took the time to distribute some freshly brewed Starbucks coffees to the employees who all thanked you for your thoughtful gesture. It was the least you could do for the everyday hard work that they had to face.

“It’s okay!” you assured one of them—a female financial officer who was giving you a 90-degree bow after you personally handed a cup to her in her station. “I know numbers can be stressful to deal with so relax every now and then.”

The whole team momentarily left their paperworks to look at you as you propped your elbows above the cubicle. They all shared great intrigue in asking you of what you have been doing since you married the heir of the Gojou Group. You received a barrage of questions such as “How’s being married to Mr. Gojou like?” and “What kind of husband is he?” all while inquisitive eyes gleamed on you, readying their ears for any romantic telltales.

It’s not all sunshines and rainbows, you wanted to tell them. Instead, your pretentious response was to say, “We’re doing great, very in love.” You concealed your lies with a smile. “My hubby is a handful, though.”

“But really handsome, too,” said one of the younger team members who adjusted her glasses as she swiveled on her chair. “You’re so lucky, Miss!”

Another team member, a male this time, tried to contradict his co-worker’s statement. “No way. It’s him who’s lucky. Miss Y/N is like every man’s dream.”

You chuckled at his endearing comment knowing that you weren’t really as desired by men as he made it seem. Gen was the more sought-after sibling between the two of you because her strong and outgoing personality made her a hundred times more attractive to men. Who wouldn’t choose her? Nobody would prefer a shy, awkward girl like you to a confident woman like Gen.

She could be a femme fatale if she wanted to, but she never really played with men’s hearts because your sister was a career-oriented woman living under the pressure of running a huge corporation. She already had a loyal husband by her side to support her every step of the way, especially when things could get extremely demanding at work. You could see exhaustion on her face when she got out of her meeting with the executives, only ever smiling when she saw you waiting outside of her office.

“Y/N!” she shrieked when she skipped towards you, embracing you tightly as you two swayed back and forth. “I missed you so much. How’s everything?”

You knew better not to show any signs of despair when she pulled away to look at your face, guiding you inside of her spacious office that housed a broad oak table and a shelf filled with thick hardcover books about banking and finance. The office itself had the lingering smell of newly printed money, something that a regular person would probably love to indulge in. “I’m fine. I just wanted to visit you and dad,” you told her, taking your seat near her table as she settled on her own. “Are things doing well here?”

She quickly typed on her laptop before glancing back at you. While she was a busy CEO whose attention was always divided, you wondered if Gojou was like this in his office, too. “We’ve foreseen great results recently,” she answered before closing her laptop to finally focus on you, “When do you plan to take your position here? You know dad’s always ready to welcome you.”

A small smile was the only thing you could offer for now. You were set to take your mom’s previous position had you decided to finally train for the role. You couldn’t tell what exactly held you back from taking the job except the fact that you just weren’t ready to commit yourself into running such a huge company at this stage. “I don’t know yet.” Holding back a sigh, you added, “I’m still adjusting to my new life being married and all.”

“Right.” Gen’s lips had stretched into a grin when she met your eyes with glimmering ones. “I actually just called Satoru yesterday. He told me that you two were trying for a baby and I gave him tips on how to get a boy in there. It’s all in the position.”

You would have blushed at the topic if only you weren’t feeling hurt at the mere thought of your husband. Although what stirred your curiosity was how Gen mentioned that she had recently gotten in touch with him because you hadn’t seen the man in three days. “You called him?” you asked, disregarding the topic about the baby. “What did he say?”

God. Your heart hurt. Did you actually miss him? You doubted if missing Satoru, despite the loathe he had shown, was acceptable for you. You probably never even crossed his mind since he had been with Sera all weekend long. Still, you held on to the tiny string of hope that he somehow thought of you for a brief second. “Weren’t you guys together yesterday?” Gen questioned in good humor. “He just keeps talking about how the baby would look beautiful with your genes mixed together.”

Lies. He was lying, acting, pretending. You shouldn’t lead yourself on because everything about Satoru was a trap to endless agony. You had done enough self-inflicting pain by staying with him, and being deceived by his display of wanting a baby was the last thing you needed right now. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for a baby, Gen.”

Worry immediately bathed her eyes. “Why not? You’d be a great mother.”

At the rate of your current setup with Satoru and Sera, you didn’t trust that you could give your baby the life that it deserved. You couldn’t call it a selfish act when you were only worried for your child’s future knowing that it will be subjected to live in an environment with parents that didn’t love each other. You could handle your pain, but it would wreck you to see your child going through one. “Maybe not now.”

For many days, you had thought about just admitting the truth to Satoru—the truth that you didn’t want to give him a baby while he wasn’t being genuine with his love and affection for you. The only thing that was preventing you from being honest was how afraid you were that he was going to blow it out of proportion. Conflicts gave you anxiety as much as being targeted in one.

“Well, your hubby sounds really excited about it,” she said as a matter of fact. “You know what’s crazy? It’s that I was genuinely scared that this arranged marriage would have you and Satoru hating each other, but it seems like you two worked it out well. Dad would have never forgiven himself if marrying you off to Satoru turned out for the worse.”

If only she had a glimpse of what things were like behind closed doors. However, that was a topic that you could never reveal even if you wanted to. You could never burden your dad and Gen with the absolute failure that became your marriage. It wasn’t their fault that things didn’t end up like a fairy tale. “...I guess.”

You may be a little down than usual, but your day had been great so far and you were able to spend more time in the office after your dad finished his meeting with the executive board members. Apparently, a merger deal was being proposed between Creston and the Gojou Group, but your father was still reluctant to let your company become a part of a conglomerate. It was no doubt that your husband’s family ran one of the biggest and most powerful conglomerates in Japan, but merging with them could either be beneficial or detrimental for CFG. That was why your dad was still considering his options before giving his final word. Either way, the length of the M&A process can take anywhere from six months to several years, depending on the complexity of the deal.

Surely, this was one hell of a complex deal that could be finalized for two years at the very least. By then, you possibly would have already occupied a position in the office while Satoru would rise up to the CEO role. You couldn’t understand why the thought of you and him gaining power in your respective businesses scared you for some reason. Having additional leverage and ascendancy to your social status was too overwhelming for you because you were never one to chase for it.

Satoru seemed like he did, but you couldn’t exactly shame him for having an authoritarian mindset since he grew up being surrounded by competitive businessmen who always talked about dominating and controlling the market space.

When the clock struck three that afternoon, you decided to leave the office seeing as both Gen and your dad still had to deal with their individual schedules that were clearly a high sign of their unavailability throughout the day. They couldn’t entertain you any longer than their availability allowed. People were busy, and it was only you that had all the time in the world to loiter around whenever you wanted. As pathetic as it sounded, you had nothing else to do and it was truly depressing to think about. Your loneliness could be felt even as you sauntered out of the building, watching the throng of men and women in business attire hurriedly walking around with purpose. Some were talking to clients on their phones, some were carrying cups of coffee while rushing back to their buildings, and a few were engaged in smoking sessions to temporarily relieve their stress.

This was the picture of an everyday life in the central business district where Creston was located. In the heart of the city, the two tallest skyscrapers in the Wall Street of Japan were your family’s building and just across was the Zen’in Group of Companies. You remembered the Zen’ins, whether it was coincidence or fate, as the clicks and clacks of your stilettos completely stopped when a black Mercedes Benz sedan stopped on the side of the street to have its window roll down on you.

“Hey, drunkhead.” Your eyes widened in panic just as your breathing took a pause. It was Toji Zen’in who greeted you from the backseat, displaying a handsome and playful grin as he peered at you. It seemed like the man had just called it a day in his office and had seen you walking on the street by twist of fate. “You alone?”

Although the surge of memories from your last encounter flooded your mind in embarrassment, you tried to act as though none of it happened when you offered him a meek smile. “I actually am.”

He nodded once and gestured his chin for you to hop inside the car. “If you’re interested, I’m doing field work today. Let me show you something that might interest you.”

You almost thought that this day was meant to leave you companionless, but since the man was here to save you from yet another melancholic episode, your way of showing appreciation was to join his company. There was no harm, right? “I’d love to.”

Toji was a buoy of kindness in the unsympathetic sea. It was unbelievable how a man you had just recently met provided more comfort to you than your own husband—the same husband that your heart missed so terribly, but was also the principal source of your sorrow. The Zen’in’s CEO, on one hand, distracted you from your blues by taking you to their largest luxury mall in Shibuya. He claimed that he made visits to the mall every fortnight just to check if everything was monitored well, particularly because he was a pedantic businessman who wanted everything to move under his control. His management when it came to business was undeniably admirable as it seemed natural for him to have leadership skills that also honed him to be powerful on his own. 

He only had at least three bodyguards following him when the two of you took a stroll inside one of the biggest malls in Japan that included a wide range of luxury boutiques, high end restaurants, a multiplex movie theater, and an art gallery. The architecture of the mall itself was a tourist destination一popular for its neo-Byzantine colored glass dome with European-inspired interiors that made you have a taste of Milan in Tokyo. You were then guided inside a huge leasing space between Yves Saint Laurent and Giorgio Armani, although there was nothing much inside the free space except its high ceilings and beige walls that could be redesigned based on the lessee’s preference. 

You had an inkling on where this was going, but had chosen to let Toji tell you why he brought you here. “You see this space?” he presented, turning around before his dark orbs found yours in a room full of ambient lights. “This is where you can house your designs someday. I’ll save it for you until you find the confidence to create your brand.” 

“Toji,” you were in awe as your eyes wandered at every corner of the space. It was inspiring to see how you pictured everything out, already imagining how you would remodel the interiors fitting to your theme to best showcase some of your favorite pieces. “I can’t believe you took me here just to… Wow.”

His hands were placed inside his pockets as he stood in front of you. “It gives a spark of inspiration, right?” You couldn’t help but glance at the beautiful scar on his lips whenever he talked. “But look, in order to build an empire, you should first know how to develop your company’s DNA. This empty space, think of how you would remodel it based on a brand that defines you. What’s your target audience? What’s your aesthetic? Are your tastes avant-garde? What makes your brand unique? Consider all those things when you’re curating ideas for a collection that appeals to your chosen demographic.”

“Wait.” You chuckled, eyes twinkling in humor. “I’m still a little overwhelmed. You’re too good at this.”

He matched the smile on your face as if he found your reaction adorable. “You’re really not ready, huh?” While you didn’t shake your head, your silence was a form of acquiescence. What he did by then was to pull out his wallet, withdrawing a business card that he later handed to you as a joke. “Well, Ms. Y/N, instead of getting drunk at a bar, why not accept my generous offer of business meetings whenever you think you’re ready?” 

The fact that he was doing all of these without anything in exchange was almost too good to be true. Still, you weren’t one to ignore any kind gestures from a man who was willingly giving it to you. “Well,” you mimicked him as you gladly took his card, “I would be honored to learn from the CEO of the Zen’in Group.” 

“Good.” For a moment, his smile faded when he tried to fathom the genuinity of the happiness that you displayed in your face. He was suspicious as if there was something hidden behind your visage of cheerfulness, but you gathered yourself together to veil whatever he was seeing. Thankfully, the man understood your hesitance to speak your mind and changed the topic for your sake. “I’m not kidding when I said I saved this space for you, though. You wanna know who I turned down just to keep this one reserved?” 

You tilted your head to look at him, following his footsteps out of the place. “No way, you really turned down another brand? Who?”

“Moncler.” 

“I… Oh my God.”

You absolutely couldn't think straight. All you could do was to have your mouth fall agape as soon as he confirmed how he basically turned down an established luxury brand just to give you the most perfect space for your future brand. How could Toji be this kind to you? It wasn’t like you had been friends for long. Sure, he and Gen were good acquaintances, but he never had much interaction with you until that night at the bar. Was he only feeling bad? Or did he genuinely want to support your dreams along with his other kind intentions? 

It might not be the perfect time to ask him such questions because you got distracted when you walked past Givenchy and fell in love with the classic-colored mohair suit that, on the first impression, you knew would look stunning on your husband. The way it was tailored on the shoulders and trimmed generously at a suitable length made your eyes sparkle in wonder. The next thing you knew, you were lured inside the store without a minute to waste by asking one of the sales staff to get a stock for you. 

“It’s for my husband,” you said to her, excited to make your purchase. 

She noticed the man following you behind and gave a courteous nod. “No problem. We’ll get a suitable size for him, ma’am.”

“You’re buying Satoru a suit?” asked Toji as he stood next to you, checking the rows of corporate menswear that were neatly displayed on one side of the store. “You’re too nice to him.” 

He was right. How could you buy your husband an expensive mohair suit after he just made a bid on a pair of shoes that you wanted, only to end up giving it to his precious girlfriend? But because you were not materialistic, you had chosen to let it go, insisting that you would rather receive genuine affection than anything of physical value. You wondered if it was the same for Toji and his wife, too. “Did you often buy things for your wife as well?” 

As a widower, reminiscing about those memories might not exactly be his favorite thing to do. Yet knowing your lack of ill-intent, he gave you an answer, “Yeah, and I’d have given her the whole world if she was still here.”

There was a slight ache in your heart that was meant to share his pain. It opened your eyes to see just how lucky you were that your spouse was still alive, albeit being the most utterly stubborn man in the universe. Others suffered from the loss of their soulmates, forever yearning their presence and digging through the archive of memories that they’ve stored in their brain. All marriages go through struggles and thinking about it makes yours feel small. 

You had no right to complain without understanding the gravity of other people’s pain.

“Mrs. Zen’in?” the lady came back as she carried the suit and tie that you requested. The way she addressed you had you completely frozen on your spot. Toji, however, found the situation humorous. “Maybe Mr. Zen’in can try it on?” 

You let out an awkward laugh. “He’s not my一”

“Sure.” Toji was already grinning in triumph as he followed the lady, soon looking back at you to say, “Let me try it on so you know if it’ll look good on him.” 

“Sera…”

Gojou was going on a whirlwind of emotions as he felt his girlfriend’s lips trailing kisses along his jaw. They were inside his McLaren 720s, still pulled up in the garage as she straddled his lap to be engulfed in a steamy makeout session under the faint lights. She grabbed his hands and placed it on her breasts, allowing the man to knead her bosom while she worked on unbuttoning his shirt. 

The night prior, he just received a stellar blowjob from Sera that led them to spend the whole night doing only foreplay because he didn’t have any condom and she wasn’t on birth control. Despite the lack of penetrative action, he could recall how much he came on her face as his cum dripped down on the slope of her breasts, wondering how the image would look like if it were you. Satoru hasn’t even had a taste of your cunt because he was too stubborn to do anything pleasurable for you, but now it was all he could think of doing the next time you two would ‘make a baby’. It must be because he still hasn’t had a wink of sleep that his mind was going haywire. He couldn’t possibly let his thoughts run to you when Sera’s hourglass body was all here for him to relish.

“Don’t you dare think of anyone else,” she warned, now moving her mouth to his neck to leave her marks all over him. He could just easily rip her soaking panties open and bury his cock into her wet core, but he couldn’t exactly do all that unprepared. Still, Satoru was a man. It was easy for him to give in to desire when a gorgeous woman like Sera was offering herself for him, and while he would have wanted to fuck her brains out until the windows have steamed, his mind just wouldn’t stop wandering towards you. 

He reached for his phone on the cupholder amidst shoving his tongue in Sera’s mouth, pulling away to check if you had left him any text messages or missed calls. As he saw nothing from your contact name, he began to feel aggravated. Why was he so damn irritated? He released his growing temper into a frustrated sigh because you never once bothered to check on your husband. He did tell you to leave him alone, but he didn’t mean that you could just act as if you were glad that he left. What were you doing back home that you couldn’t even send him a single message? You used to always text him whenever he was staying late at work. What was so different now?

“Satoru,” Sera bit his lower lip, leaning her back on the steering wheel so she could grind her hips on his crotch. “Let’s do it here.”

Despite the furrowed brows that you made him have, he wrapped his arms around Sera’s small waist and hugged her back into his chest. “We can’t. You know I don’t have a condom ready.”

The girl pushed him with a frown on her face. “So, what? You think I’ve forgiven you for sleeping with her?”

“I thought we talked about it. You said you understand the situation.” Gojou impatiently tapped her bare thigh with his fingers. He spent the whole weekend with Sera at his vacation home just in the outskirts of Tokyo City so they could ‘talk it out’ and calm her down after he was caught sleeping with his own wife. It was a laborious effort to try and explain everything to Sera一that he was only sleeping with you for the sake of the baby, that you knew very well that he wasn’t into you, and that all of these were only done to appease the wishes of your families. Sera was initially opposed to the idea of Satoru having a baby with someone else, but later realized that she couldn’t do anything about it even if she yelled her anger into the world because a girl like her would never be heard by the people that led the social class pyramid. 

However, the tears that suddenly brimmed in her eyes were a tight squeeze to Gojou’s heart. She was quick to wipe them away just as she also moved out of his lap to sit back on the passenger side. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lips trembling when she tried her best to stop her tears. “I don’t know what’s happening with me. I was so pushy. I just… I have all this anger in my heart. I shouldn’t have yelled at you and I shouldn’t have blamed her.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured, taking her hand and planting a kiss on top of it. “It’s all my fault. I should have been honest. I swear I was meant to go back to the hotel that night.”

Satoru wanted to chastise himself for being incredibly stupid at putting Sera through this much pain. He knew that she deserved a better man and yet he was finding it hard to let her go. Why was it even an option? He wanted to be with her, not you. That was his plan from the beginning and he wanted to stick to his word until the end. He could barely remember the day when he realized his true feelings for Sera, but there was no doubt that he would always prioritize her over anything in this world.

At least, that was what he thought. 

To cut the uncomfortable silence, Gojou revved up his engine and started maneuvering the car out of the garage. It was time to go home, back to reality after the fantasy that he and his girlfriend lived in for the weekend. Even if it was tempting to just pack up and leave the country together, they had their own responsibilities to do in their respective lives. Sera had to deal with her family, Satoru had to deal with you. Among all the other things that he was burdened with, you were probably the most difficult of them all. 

“Why did you have to hide it from me?” Sera asked after a while, her tone was laced with distrust. “Why keep it a secret that you need to have a baby with her?”

In his defense, the words that he chose to say poured out of him like word vomit. “Why did you hide that my dad gave you ten million yen?”

It was as if Sera had seen a ghost. Her face turned pallid, void of the carmine blush that was once present on her cheeks. The horror in her eyes made Satoru realize that she was never planning to let him know about it. “How did you…” Swallowing hard, she looked away. “It’s not what you think.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, it’s just…” He held her hand tightly while he gripped the steering wheel on the other. “I wanna know why you would hide it. It’s not like I’d judge, Sera. You know that I love you.”

“And I love you, too,” she quickly answered, kissing his knuckles for some reassurance. “I was dealing with a lot of things at once. There were men that came to our house one night and demanded the money that my father owed them. It was worth half of the price that your dad offered to me and I knew, even if it pained me to accept anything from him, I had to do it for my family. I had to settle our debts.”

Gojou glanced at his girlfriend’s face and felt the weight that she had been carrying all this time. “I’d have paid all of them if you said it to me.” 

She was shaking her head in complete disagreement. “No, you’ve been doing enough. You always shower me with riches and I just… can’t…” 

“I willingly give them to you because you make me happy, Sera,” he squeezed her hand, steering the car to the left, “and I thought that those gifts would make you happy, too.” 

A sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated. “I do love and cherish them. They make me feel like a princess一wearing those jewelries, those shoes, those dresses. Having those things made me have a taste of what luxury feels like, you know? But then I look at Y/N and I’d feel so insecure. She has everything and she doesn’t need anyone to give those things to her. It’s admirable, really. But it all makes me feel so... low. She’s everyone’s ideal woman for you and I’m not. She can have everything that she wants in this world.”

Satoru held his breath and clasped Sera’s hand tighter against his own. The way she explained your differences only made him sympathetic towards his girlfriend because you were making the girl feel self-conscious of her own skin.

“She doesn’t have me.” 

Why were you even expecting that Gojou would be home by the time you returned to the penthouse? 

Of course, he was still out and about with Sera because he would rather spend time with her than to feel imprisoned in this house with you. You figured that if Toji hadn’t invited you to the mall, your day would have been nothing but plain miserable because the absolute silence that marked your loneliness in such a huge house was killing you inside.

Even through your woes, you planned to go on with your night as usual. At sundown, you decided to just make yourself a nice dinner. The lack of your husband’s presence was still nonetheless breaking you in half, but you tried to distract your mind by cooking your favorite Penne with Sun-Dried Tomato Pesto. It was your mom’s specialty, a recipe that you had learned to make after years of watching her in the kitchen. Ever since she left this world, this became your comfort food for when you were feeling down in the dumps because it heavily reminded you of the one person that you loved the most. 

Satoru never had the chance to try this recipe because he either stayed late in the office and couldn’t make it in time for dinner or the two of you would have your personal chef come over to cook your food. You weren’t certain if he would be coming home tonight, but the sudden sound of the doorbell almost made you jump. Is he back? You hastily wiped your hands with the apron and rushed to the door, opening it wide to see a woman with the same cerulean eyes. 

“I knew it, the address was right.”

“A-Auntie?” you nearly gasped. Right in front of you was Satoru’s birth mother, standing in a floral blouse with her bob of arctic hair. She embraced you as you stood immobile like a statue, letting you feel her motherly warmth when she held you in her arms. “I-It’s been a while.”

“Darling, call me mom now.” Pulling away, she cupped your cheeks and gave you a gentle smile. The last time you saw her was when you were sixteen, two years before she left her son to her ex-husband. “You look even more beautiful, Y/N. You don’t know how happy I was when I heard that my son married you.”

Was she aware that all of this was arranged? You guided her into the kitchen while she looked around for her son, somehow anxious to see him based on her countenance. You weren’t sure if they were in good or bad terms, but you were glad enough to see the woman that had always treated you like her own daughter. She was your mom’s closest friend and you cherished anyone that reminded you of your mother. “Mom, what brought you here?” you inquired, preparing a plate as she sat on the bar stool. “I mean, it’s so nice to see you and—”

“I understand what you’re trying to say, honey.” There was a feeling comfort from her hand when she placed it on your shoulder. “His father invited me for his 65th birthday. Isn’t it ironic that they didn’t invite me in your wedding instead?”

“Oh, about that...” You took a gulp, not really knowing how to break it to her that it was Satoru’s decision not to invite her. At least, from what you’ve heard.

The woman understood your answer without being told, seemingly able to read through your expression alone like you were an open book. “Frankly, I just used his birthday as an excuse to see my son. I might not have the chance to see him again for a long time.”

You had nothing but sympathy for this woman because you could understand how heartbreaking it must have been for her to be away from her own son. This was exactly why you were afraid to have your own, afraid that when your marriage ended in a divorce, your child would grow apart from either one of its parents. A broken family would affect your child psychologically and you could never forgive yourself for being the cause of it.

Looking at your mother-in-law’s eyes were enough to show you just how much she longed to see her son and you had to offer her an apologetic smile because the same son was not even here to see her. “I’m sorry, Mom. I think he’s staying late for work tonight.”

In the end, you still lied for him. His cheating. His unfair treatment towards you. You had chosen to just entertain the woman rather than to spill the truth behind your marriage because it might horrify her. Gladly, she was willing enough to talk about her life in Osaka and how her new husband had a restaurant business that sold world-famous ramen dishes that brought in hundreds of customers each day. Listening to her voice was soothing as you two enjoyed your dinner, reminding you of how you would spend nights with your mom the very same way.

You talked to her about the current state of your company and how your father was still the Chairman and CEO while Gen was currently the seated President in Creston—something that your mom-in-law was not surprised to hear. What earned her wide eyes was the gold bracelet that was enclosed around your wrist when she held your hand and smiled at the sight of it. “Nana gave this to you, huh?”

Your response was an immediate nod. “Yeah. I’m guessing it’s yours?”

“It was mine for twenty five years,” she confirmed, caressing your hand with her thumb. “I returned it when I left the mansion because I didn’t want to take anything that reminded me of my ex-husband.” The woman sipped from her glass of wine while you were coming up to a conclusion that this might be the reason why Satoru reacted the way he that did when he saw you wearing the bracelet. It was his mom’s, a piece of his past that he wanted to forget. “I told Nana to give the bracelet to the next woman that she’ll learn to love. Well, I thought she was gonna give it to her new daughter-in-law.”

Instead, she gave it to you. “Nana has been so sweet to me, then and now.”

“She likes you,” replied your husband’s mom. “It’s because Satoru talked so much about you when he was a kid. Since then, Nana would invite you over because Satoru wanted to play house with you. Now look at him doing it for real.”

While she was chuckling at the reminiscence, you were far too surprised at what she was telling you. Satoru talked about you when he was younger? You couldn’t believe it. “I… I didn’t know that he—”

It was not the sound of the doorbell that cut you off, it was the door flying open as a six foot tall man with white hair and cerulean eyes came barging inside to see you and his mom from the distance of the kitchen to the front door. Based on how he stiffened at the sight, it was safe to say that Satoru was livid. He was seeing red when he dashed towards you, glancing back and forth between the two women as if it was an insult to see his wife and his mother next to each other. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” his laugh held so much resentment, particularly when his wrathful eyes bore heavily onto his mother’s. “The hell are you doing here?”

“Satoru, I-I wanted to see you.” His mom got up to approach him with shaky hands, but he was quick to swat her away. “Please, can I at least hug you?”

It felt like you were stepping on a line that you shouldn’t cross for even listening to their conversation because Gojou was showing his vulnerability in front of you. It was the same image of him that you have seen when his dad almost hit him with the golf club.

“You had eight years to do that, but where the fuck were you? You’ve chosen to leave and now you think you still have the right to come back?”

“Satoru—”

“Get outta my house,” he hissed, gesturing his chin towards the front door while he caged your waist with one arm to keep you close, “and don’t talk to my wife. You have no place here to act like you’re such a good mom.”

You drew in a deep breath. “I’ll talk to her if I want to,” you defended, moving away from your husband to stand next to his mom.

Even though you had no right to step in, you were disgusted with the way he was speaking to his own mother. How could he act like this? You surely didn’t go through his pain when he was abandoned by his mom, but he also didn’t go through your grief when you lost yours. He was lucky that she was still alive, oblivious to all the sacrifice that you would make just to have your mom back in this world.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” His mom’s voice cracked as she prepared to leave. “I’ll take my leave. It was nice seeing you.”

You tried to stop her but she was fast enough to gather her things. “Mom, wait—”

As you watched her scramble to get out of the penthouse, you couldn’t feel anything but anger when you looked at Satoru who had no ounce of regret for driving his mom away. You couldn’t decipher why Satoru was holding so much rage in his heart to the point where he was being unacceptably spiteful towards everyone.

Everyone but Sera. It was the last straw that made you leave him alone in the kitchen, all after saying, “You’re unbelievable.”

Unfortunately, unlike Sera, you weren’t worth two days of a getaway to chase after.

Satoru couldn’t stop thinking of the scene just an hour ago when he came home to see his mom comfortably talking to you like everything was supposed to be normal. He couldn’t control the gush of anger that ignited his veins because he had those ill-feelings bottled for eight long years. Eight fucking years. To see his mother again after so long was a slap to his face because he could never accept the fact that his mom had all these years to make up for her absence, but had only chosen to return now. What else was her purpose when he no longer needed her? He could live a life without her, especially after she abandoned him to an abusive father who fucked up his mind and built him to become the man that he was now.

Admittedly, Satoru may have taken it too far after his outburst, but he was not expecting that you would snap at him for something that you didn’t even understand. The way you walked out on him and ignored him for the whole night had him feeling more irate than he already was.

How dare you ignore him?

He noticed that you weren’t in bed when he came out of the bathroom, so he searched for you somewhere around the penthouse only to see you swimming on the rooftop’s infinity pool, resting your arms on top of the tiled surface while staring at the beautiful cityscape. You must have been in deep thought because you didn’t seem to notice how Satoru slid the glass door and made his way to sit on one of the sun loungers, placing his can of beer on the side as he leaned back and kept a strict gaze on you. The silhouette of your body was visible under the dark blue lights that illuminated the pool on this starry night.

Did you hear him come in? Or were you acting like you didn’t?

“Are you not gonna come back to bed?” he coldly asked and got no response in return. “I’m asking you.”

The least you could give was to shake your head. “Since when did you wait for me?”

Satoru was offended at the fact that you weren’t looking at him as you talked, now being reminded of all the other upsetting things that he was dying to bring up. “You didn’t try to ask where I’ve been. Not one text or call. Guess it won’t matter to you if I disappear again, huh?”

The silence was scary, but your answer had him taken aback. “There are three of us in this marriage, Satoru. I'm sure you can live without my attention.” Only slightly did you turn your head to glance at him. “And didn’t you say I should leave you alone?”

He was so speechless that he lost grip of all the words that he could think of saying. The sudden change from your normally calm demeanor was beginning to confuse his mind. Why was he even feeling extremely affected? What if you were just displaying this good girl act all along and this was really what you were underneath? Either way, he wanted his gentle and submissive wife back.

“Shouldn’t you be thankful that I still come home to you at all?” His words were spiteful, but you didn’t bother giving a response when you swam towards the far edge of the pool, climbing up as water dripped down on your body. The minute of distraction that went into staring at your womanly figure was replaced by the look of desolation in your eyes as you stared at his neck. There were small purple marks that came from Sera’s lips, something that seemed to have deeply etched into his wife’s heart, but not in a good way.

“I know my boundaries now,” you answered, voice weakening in the middle of your sentence. You wrapped your body with a towel without ever meeting his eyes. “Thank you for reminding me.”

It was his instinct that led him to hold your wrist before you took another step away from him. “Y/N…”

Fleetingly, you faced him with that innocent smile of yours, but he could see that it was merely a mask to hide the sadness under it. “If you can’t find it in your heart to respect me as your wife, at least treat your mom with respect. That's all I ask.”

Tonight was perhaps the most uncomfortable situation that you had been in with Satoru. Aside from the hurricane of negative emotions that he had shown to his mother, the situation between him and Sera was also another factor that drove you to distance yourself a bit from him.

If ever you encountered Sera again, maybe you could say a quick apology for not telling her that you had been intimate with Satoru before you were aware that she existed in his life. It was unfair to put the blame on you, but you were tired of looking like the antagonist in their love story.

You two lived different lives. She wasn’t very privileged, but you admired her hard work and diligence just to make a living for her family. She was beautiful, kind, and deserving of love which was why you couldn’t ever question why Satoru was head over heels in love with her. She had all the qualities of what a desirable woman could have.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, you were born with a silver spoon on your mouth. You had always slept in a comfortable bed, tucked under a soft duvet with an air conditioner running 24/7. You had an abundance in clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry. You owned a Corvette and had an executive position waiting for you at the biggest financial company in Japan.

But when you looked in the mirror before bed, you couldn’t stop the tears that spilled from your eyes because you felt empty. There was a void of insecurity inside of you that made you see all the flaws that you could find in yourself—how you didn’t seem attractive enough in the eyes of your husband, how you were seen as an obligation rather than a subject of real love, how you felt basic under all of your money and status. You doubted anyone would ever be interested with you if not for what you had.

These thoughts stayed with you and tortured your mind until three in the morning where the skies were still dark and the sun was barely rising. You couldn’t sleep even if you tried to. You didn’t know how to recover from being morose. It was only until Satoru was shifting in bed, murmuring his mother’s name when you got out of trance to look at him in concern.

“M-Mom,” his hushed voice was filled with tremor when he flinched in his sleep. “D-Don’t leave me with him…”

You made a haste move to scoot closer and place your hand on his cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re dreaming.” You tried your best to soothe him by caressing his hair, later staring at his lids that were still tightly shut. And yet, more cries escaped his mouth. Your chest tightened as you realized how such a traumatic experience has scarred him to this extent. “Shh. Satoru, it’s okay.”

“No… M-Mom…” He panted heavily, pulling you closer to him when his eyes snapped opened to see your worried ones. “Fuck, I... What happened?”

His chest was a pendulum that rose up and down with heavy breaths, not allowing you to move away as he threw his head back and released a weary sigh. The arm that had you confined into his bare chest was tight and unyielding. It was as if he was scared that you were going to leave, desperately holding onto you to feel your presence.

“You were having a nightmare,” you softly told him, grabbing his hand so you could put it away. “You don’t have to hug me. I won’t leave you, anyway.”

He didn’t let you move. All he did was to run his hands on your back, touching the broadness of it before he leaned closer to kiss your lips. For the first time since your wedding, you could taste the genuine movement of his lips against yours, encasing your mouth around each other in a perfect lock. It was tender, affectionate, and comforting—you wondered if this was a dream at all. You wondered why he would kiss you when no one was looking to watch his little act.

Perhaps in a deck of tarot cards, you were The Fool in this relationship.

Because no matter how angry you could get at him for treating you like garbage every second of the day, here you were letting yourself succumb to his ever-changing affection despite knowing that he could feel guilty and would blame you for it again the next day.

Satoru Gojou was nothing but a cycle that you could never escape.

“You make it so hard for me to hate you,” he whispered, lips vibrating against yours when he spoke. Your heart doubled a beat when he started leaving light pecks on your neck, on your shoulder blades, on the valley between your breasts, and down to your bare stomach as he lifted your nightgown to touch the exact place where his baby was supposed to grow. “You had your period,” he pointed out, causing your sudden rush of anxiety. “I saw your box of tampons in the bin.”

You failed to look straight into his eyes. “Why do you want a child so bad?”

You doubted that this was only for the sake of your families’ wishes. Certainly, they would understand if you told them that you weren’t ready to conceive the future heir of both families, but there must be other reasons on why Satoru was determined to make sure that you would carry his offspring.

The said husband’s gaze was stuck on the ceiling for the longest minute of your life while you were left wanting to hear an answer.

“It was my promise to you back when we were six.”

[partlystiles]

Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

james potter x fem!reader (smut)

summary: After Gryffindor fails to win a Quidditch Match, the other team’s captain’s teasing causes something in James to snap and the next thing he knows, he has her falling apart in his grasp.

word count: 4,795

warnings: NSFW, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise, choking, hair pulling, swearing.

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Nothing inflates someone’s ego like praise. Y/N L/N knew that all too well, spending her days basking in every single compliment thrown her way for whatever she did whether it be someone liking her outfit or talking about the Quidditch game she had won the previous week. Whatever it was, Y/N thrived off of it all and the only thing more buzzing than an actual Quidditch match was the aftermath where people talked about it for hours on end and asked the team captain, Y/N, for a full recount of the match.

The biggest match was the one at the end of the year between the two houses in the finals. Also known as the one that her team had just won, their seeker catching the snitch in her hands with a loud laugh as the crowd erupted with noise and the commentator screamed about her skills. It was always the crowd that spurred Y/N on, their screaming smile and happy shouting making her feel proud of her team and her skills whilst she zoomed after the small little ball in the air.

“Yes, Y/N!” The team yelled in different variations as she flew down to the ground with the snitch still in her hand as the crowd raced each others out of the stands to come down to the field. She dismounted her broom and left it in the pitch before she raced over to her friends and threw herself into the Keeper’s arms and he twirled her around.

The cheering became louder as he lowered her and their heads snapped over to every tower where students were filtering out and running behind Madam Hooch who was approaching with the Quidditch cup in her hands. Other teammates patted her back in congratulations as she took the cup in her hands from Madam Hooch with glinting eyes at her accomplishment.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as the two beaters lifted her onto their shoulders and she was lifted above the shouting crowd with the cup in her hands. Even people supporting Gryffindor in the match were crowding around them and shouting congratulations, cheering with their friends banners instead of their red ones.

There was another sea of red further away from the ones in the crowd and Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the large number 7 printed on the back of the Gryffindor Captain’s uniform as he walked not-so-calmly towards the changing rooms. He looked on the verge of a temper tantrum and Y/N smirked at the memory of his earlier words.

“Enjoy the pity party after the match, L/N.” James Potter had said, glaring as the two of them shook hands in the centre of the pitch. The grip was tight, both of them seeming like they were trying to cut off one another's circulation so the Chaser couldn’t carry the Quaffle and the Seeker couldn’t grasp the snitch.

“I’m sure you’ll throw it great, I’ll be at the actual party with the rest of my winning team.” She replied, a bitter smile on her lips as her crescent nails scraped over the material of his glove in the tight grip.

“It’s nice to have dreams, even if they are pathetically unrealistic.” He shrugged his shoulders as they let go of each others hands on Madam Hooch’s orders and walked away from each other to mount their brooms and fly up to their starting positions.

She had vowed to make him eat his words which thanks to her wonderful Quidditch skills, he had and now he was storming back to the changing rooms one second away from snapping his beloved broomstick in anger. Sirius Black was walking close to him and the other members of the team were walking back up to the castle instead of the changing rooms. 

“Put me down, put me down.” Y/N laughed as she tapped one the heads of the two team members holding her up in the air; they let her down with a laugh and being up there was definitely better than being down on the floor where people were still cheering. “I’m gonna go rub it in Potter’s face.”

“Have fun.” Cory Michaels, one of the Beaters who had held her up, leaned down in excitement to kiss her cheek before he pushed her away and she started to worm her way through the crowd.

The praise followed her out of the clump and she soaked it all in with a smile whilst squeezing through the gaps between people  who milled around the edge of the large ground, someone yelled and she glanced back with a scoff to see Cory being held in the air with cup that she had given to Cressida Bridge in his hands. 

Jacob Jones was one of the last people who complimented the game on her way out of the circle, after she had passed him she broke into a small jog to get to her destination. The changing rooms weren’t that far away from the centre of the pitch but it was a fair distance, Y/N would do her bragging then return to her common room for the afterparty...there was always something inside her that itched to make James angry especially after Quidditch matches. 

It was the way his eyebrows scrunched in irritation or the way that his cheeks flushed a bright red from the effort and sweat glistened on his skin from flying around the pitch and tossing the Quaffle around. Y/N was sweaty too, slipping the gloves off of her hands as she walked so they were free of their confines and the breeze hit them almost immediately because of her jogging.

Slowing down into a walk as she got closer to the changing room, she took off her shin guards and held them with her gloves. She was half-tempted to take her ponytail out but decided against it until she was having her shower and could cool herself down. 

A few metres in front of her, the doors to the changing rooms opened and Sirius Black came out with pursed lips as he shut the door behind him and went to start walking but he froze at the sight of the opposite teams captain walking towards him. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at Sirius and he shook his head slowly towards her, his own smile peeking up.

“Not a good idea, beautiful.” He said as she got closer but all she did was smile at him and give him a small chuckle as she passed and he started walking with a smile. “Your funeral.”

Disregarding his comment, Y/N slowly pushed open the door to the changing room and saw Potter tugging a shirt on with his back to her. It was a simple white t-shirt and black jeans but he tugged the top on so aggressively that she wanted to laugh but just settled on closing the door and leaning against it before throwing her gloves and shin guards down onto the nearest bench with a clatter.

“I don’t want to hear it, Padfoot, you made your point.” He grumbled as he grabbed a bottle from his bag and put it up his shirt, spraying it in the direction of his armpits and Y/N wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “I’m overreacting.”

“I don’t know what a padfoot is-” She began to say and James jumped out of his skin as he whirled around and nearly stumbled whilst putting the cap back on his aftershave. “- but I’m not it.”

His expression turned sour as he stared at her and he turned back to his belongings to start packing his uniform in his Quidditch bag quickly, more aggressive now that she was in the room. “Come to gloat?”

“Yes, actually.” Y/N nodded with a smile and pushed herself off of the wall, walking closer to where James was packing his stuff up and she leaned against the wall beside that instead, meeting James’ eyes as he glanced at her. “What happened out there? You’re bad anyway, but today you were horrible.”

“Shut up.” He scowled, grabbing his red jersey and stuffing it into the bag on top of the Quidditch sweats they were all made to wear. Y/N only smirked slightly wide as she saw that she was affecting him.

“I mean, the Finbourgh Flick was a good tactic.” She continued casually as the rustling of the clothes got louder and James breathed more heavily in anger. “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Quit it, will you?” He snapped at her, eyes flaring as the eye contact was made but he looked away with a rising and falling chest. 

“The reverse pass was good on your part as a Chaser.” Y/N continued and James’ hands fumbled with his stuff whilst his face heated up with the humiliation and the anger. He glared heatedly her had the urge to just...push her into a wall and kiss her right on the mouth so she would shut up.

What?! He blinked for a second, erasing the thought from his mind with a shake of his head...the thought of kissing her should disgust him but through his angry haze he didn’t seem to be bothered whilst looking away from her features that glowed and glistened with a thin layer of sweat that looked disgustingly enticing in that moment.

“But that failed too...” She frowned mockingly and he glanced back up, eyebrows furrowing in anger and his hands itched to press her shoulders against the wall she was leaning on. Rendering her speechless. So he could have a moment of peace. “Your chasing skills were okay but same couldn’t be said for your captaincy...should’ve brushed them all up on their passes. That’s on you.”

He snapped, jerking away from his bag and towards her, his hands reaching to her arms as he slammed her back against the wall she was leaning on in anger and shoved his lips against hers to shut her up. She jolted slightly at the impact but she accepted the kiss as he stood an inch apart from her, hands gripping at her arms and eyes closing but still full with anger at the sight of her though they softened slightly behind is eyelids when he realised he had just pinned someone against the wall, kissed them roughly and let his anger get the best of him.

He pulled away just as roughly, panting whilst his eyes searched every detail on her face in fear he had made her uncomfortable in any way; it hadn’t been his intention but she just made him so mad. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

She panted just as heavily as him, her breath having been stolen by the way he slammed her against the wall and then his lips had pressed against hers with vigour. Though as his blazing eyes searched her face, he found no sign of uncomfortableness or disgust, instead he saw the smirk twitch at her lips again.

“Don’t apologise.” She breathlessly told him, licking her lips and James eyed the wetness that now covered them as he gulped at the sight and his eyes flicked back up to hers again. “Do it again if you’d like.”

Then she winked at him and James swore he went into cardiac arrest for a moment but he regained himself quickly before looking at the wetness on her lips and diving in again, pressing his lips roughly against hers before pulling back and doing it again and again and again. Like he was addicted. But he was still angry which he didn’t understand...James’ grip tightened on her arms slightly as he took a step closer so their noses nearly touched and he kissed her on the lips again.

Y/N responded as best she could, but the kisses he delivered were short and rough, not ones were she could give him the pleasure of kissing back. So she just let him attack her lips with his, feeling them bruise with every bit of pressure was put onto them with his endless kisses that came again and again and again. Every kiss got him more worked up it seemed and for one of them, he planted his lips onto hers and just pressed them there for longer, letting the feeling consume him.

She had no problem with it, just wished he would do something else to stimulate her building arousal. James grunted at one point and she prepared herself for his touch, his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them immediately, welcoming him inside with a small, escaped breath. His tongue circled around hers, moving around her mouth as they groaned in unison. 

Y/N desperately wanted to touch him somehow, but he still had her arms in his tight grip despite the fact that he was almost pressed against her completely and there wasn’t even any way she would want to leave now. She moved her tongue too and he grunted again, finally moving his hands from her arms to her his but still keeping her pressed against the wall.

She moved her arms out to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her and letting her hands play with his hair, tugging at it slightly and making him groan as his hands travelled slightly higher but he stopped when he realised she was more or less still in her full Quidditch Uniform

He disregarded that fact for a minute and let his lips travel down across her jaw to her neck where he ducked his head down and she leant hers back to give him more access, his lips sucked gently at the skin as he kissed her neck and gave the occasional blow which caused a shiver down her back and the slightest arch.

James chuckled lowly at her back arching slightly and she groaned slightly at the sound and the breath on her neck, his kisses went further up her neck until he was dangerously close to her and she felt them skim her earlobe before his voice invaded her hearing. “I knew you liked me.”

She could practically hear the cocky smirk through the small laugh as he nipped gently at her earlobe before travelling his kisses back down to her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes and used her hands to grab James’ face before bringing him to face her. Both of them were breathing heavily and James quirked his eyebrows up at her as she made them meet eyes.

“Shut up.” She said to him breathlessly, pulling him back in to connect their lips and he smiled into the kiss they shared before he went serious again and stuck his tongue into her mouth again. 

And again she welcomed it eagerly, the muscles circling around each other as they engaged themselves in a rough and passionate make out. James grabbed at her waist and pulled her right up against him, off of the wall so he could unzip the back of the jersey and push it off of her. He didn’t bother to unbutton the cape that attached at the bottom of the jersey so he just let it fall with it. 

So now she was just in her long-sleeved black shirt, her black joggers and her boots. Y/N quickly discarded of her shoes, throwing them to the side and letting her sock-covered feet land on the hard wooden floor below her before she pulled her socks off too.

 James didn’t waste any time in grabbing her by the back of her thighs and using his remarkable strength to hike her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and they engaged back in a heated kiss with his hands squeezing at her thighs and her hands running through his already messy hair.

He moved backwards as they kissed, both of their lips surely bruised by now from the roughness of their kissing. The feeling of her body against his was intoxicating and she craved so much more. James lowered himself onto one of the benches so she was now straddling him and they kept kissing one another, their heavy breathing loud amongst the thickening air of the changing rooms. 

Caught up in the moment, Y/N grinded against James who groaned into their kiss and put his hands on her ass, squeezing as she grinded again and their tongues found solace touching the other. Soft breathy moans from Y/N and small groans from James filled the changing room and she felt thankful for the rest of the team deciding to shower back up at the castle instead of in the changing rooms.

James started to kiss at the skin on her neck, sucking and pecking it as Y/N continued to grind on him with her small moans. “Want you to ride my thigh.”

“What?” She breathed out, breath catching in her throat as he started sucking in the same spot for a while, surely leaving a mark. 

“I want you...” He smoothed his tongue over the spot where he’d been sucking and Y/N exhaled shakily, bucking her hips. “to ride” He peppered kisses across the extra expanse of skin until his mouth had trailed up to her ear and he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “my thigh.”

“Okay.” Y/N moaned out softly and moved from straddling both of his thighs to straddling only one and looking at him to make eye contact, his eyes were alight yet dark with lust as he looked at her and before she started moving, his fingers ghosted over the hem of her shirt.

He pulled it off of her and she raised her arms so it slipped off easily and he threw it across the changing rooms without looking for an exact place to throw it. He then pulled his own shirt off and threw it away too. 

His eyes were too busy travelling over the sight of her bra-covered chest and marvelling at the way it perfectly pushed up her breasts to where he could bury his face in them and kiss at the skin which made her moan out again as his hands groped at them hungrily. She tilted her head back as she felt his thumbs trace over the material of the cups and her nipples began to harden in arousal.

His fingers travelled around to her back and he unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and throwing it in the direction of her shirt. He put his hands on her breasts again, groping at them and kissing them too, his hands just felt better now that it was skin on skin. 

“Move, baby.” He whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along his thigh, feeling the faint stimulation as the joggers pressed against her knickers and her knickers pressed against her vagina.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against him, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. He flexed his thigh from underneath her and moved his hands away from her breasts towards her ass to move her faster against his thigh which had her gasping and gripping his shoulders and moaning whilst the stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and his hands were squeezing her ass harshly. 

He groaned as she bucked faster, moaning whilst her fingers pressed into his skin and muscle. James even started to bounce his thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her as her tits started to bounce on her chest and James watched them hungrily whilst they went up and down over and over and over again until she was a moaning mess on his body.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her release as James leaned forward and stuffed his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as he continued to bounce his hip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, L/N.” He whispered roughly into her ear, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a bruise as he bounced quicker and listened to the pretty noises that she let loose. “Do it for me.”

“For you,” She breathed out in a moan, tilting her head back whilst she thrusted faster and the lewd noises escaped her with no hesitation. “All for you.”

“All for me.” James chuckled into her ear and with one last loud cry of pleasure, Y/N released and continued to shake and stutter in her rhythm as she rode out of her high and James softly kissed her through it. “Well done, my girl.”

Y/N let her hands loosen their tight grip on him as she panted after her orgasm, letting her palms massage his shoulders instead of gripping them tight. James rubbed her ass before moving his hands up her back to smooth over the skin of her back whilst she calmed down.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear and she moaned softly again at the declaration. James began to stand, making Y/N stand too and he slowly lowered his hands to pluck at the waistband of her joggers. 

He crouched slowly, bringing the joggers down with him until they were pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. His fingers travelled back up to get the waistband of her knickers and he pulled them down next, smiling cockily at the sight of the glistening wetness inside of it. She stepped out of those too and James stood back up with them still in his hand, her grabbed her face in his hand and showed them to her as her cheeks squished in his hold.

“Made such a mess.” He tutted, moving his hand that held her face so she was shaking her head. The confidence and dominance radiated off of him like he was a raging fire spreading smoke up into the air, Y/N loved it and the way he held her face in one hand made her go crazy. 

James threw her knickers away too and she was left naked in front of her half-naked Quidditch nemesis. Who knew that this is where they would end up? Y/N moved her hand, getting the urge to make him feel good and she reached out towards his joggers, wanting to touch the bulge that had grown there but James grasped her hand before she could touch it and tutted again.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you made me.” She told him, words muffled by his hand squishing her cheeks but he understood her anyway by the way he smirked at her.

“You will make me feel good.” He released her cheeks and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her against him so her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she groaned slightly at the feeling. “By letting me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Y/N moaned at the thought, trying to pull him down for a kiss but James pulled away which made her whine slightly. He chuckled at her noise as he began to walk them back against the wall and she shivered once her back pressed against the cold tiles and James towered over her with an aura of dominance. The rustling of his pants made her look down to where he was pushing both his joggers and his boxers down his legs before stepping out of them.

Y/N’s eyes trained to his erection and she licked her lips at the sight before looking up to James who smirked at the look in her eyes before wrapping his own hand around his dick and pumping it just to tease her because he said she couldn’t do it before. He let go of his dick, crouched and looped his arms underneath her thighs, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist like they had before as her weight was supported against the wall.

She moaned slightly as her pussy touched his bare body and he just smirked at her before pushing his hard dick into her with no prior prepping and enjoying the way her head tilted back against the wall with a large moan scraping at her throat. He went in slowly, watching her mouth fall agape further as one of her hands pressed against the wall behind her another grappled at his shoulder, with every inch that went in, the wider her mouth fell with the pleasurable pain he was delivering.

James bottomed out and held himself in there for a couple of seconds, kissing at her neck and sucking another mark whilst she got comfortable. His other one he had made stood out as a bright red blotch on the side of her neck and James kissed at that again, Y/N whimpering at the touch.

He began to pull out in a slow pace before taking his time pushing back in, he continued the slow pace as he let her get used to it. The feeling was remarkable and Y/N moaned softly as he slid in and out of her agonisingly slow.

“Faster.” She panted, her chest heaving and James stopped altogether, bringing her to whimper but then his mouth was against her ear again.

“As you wish.” He said, his raspy voice heavenly in her ears and she allowed herself to revel in it for a moment before her peace was interrupted by James’ hips slamming into her and causing a loud moan to pour out of her lips as he kept thrusting into her whilst she balanced herself against the wall.

His thrusts were relentless, in and out over and over. He spoke through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as James   kept up his rough pace. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him. 

“Yeah, my good girl, fuck yeah.”

At his words, she let out moans which were met with groans from James as he thrusted in and out with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N attempted to bounce herself back on his dick with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst her eyes tried to peak down at where James was thrusting into her but he reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up at the ceiling of the changing rooms.

“James-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as James put a hand around her throat and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that she wanted to let out was blocked by his hand gripping her neck tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin whilst the sound of skin slapping echoed around the rooms.

“You like my hand around your pretty neck?” He grunted and she nodded, her hand on his shoulder going to touch his arms as a whimper made its way out and James laughed lowly. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.” She choked out, moaning as James loosened his grip slightly when he felt his orgasm approaching. Y/N could feel her own, the coil slowly tightening in the pits of her stomach as her eyes rolled back again and James groaned louder. “James, fuck me.”

“Come on, baby.” He moaned, going faster and Y/N whimpered repetitively as his dick brushed against her g-spot and it prodded at the pressure point repeatedly. “Come on. Cum all over me, my good girl, cum on my dick.”

His words sent multiple shivers down her spine and finally, with motivation from James’ thrusts against her g-spot and his hand tightening on her neck again at the chase for his own release, Y/N let go and had her second orgasm all over James’ dick that was still pounding into her but starting to stutter in it’s rhythm. She clenched around him and it took a lot of self-control for James to pull out and let his own cum squirt up all over her torso.

Once both of their orgasms had mulled over, Y/N leaned her head forward and rested her forehead on James’ as they both panted and their chests went up and down in unison. James tilted his head so his lips could catch hers and Y/N responded softly, the kiss softer than their rough ones which had started the whole thing off.

“Thank god for Quidditch, huh?” Y/N muttered against his lips and he managed a chuckle, the two of them naked and sweaty but still laughing with each other after a failed match for one of them.

[blessed-curse]

Romantic And Solemn.

♥︎ Claire & MC clash.

Thick Irish Accent.

"Stop and listen to me for a sec!"

"Get de foehck ooeht o' me way!"

"Who are ye to stahp me?"

"Huh!?"

"I-I'm just... just someone looking for redemption..."

"Redemption!?"

"Dahn't make me laoehgh! Do ye know what 'e ded? Do ye!?

Let ask ye dis [mester/mess] redemption seeker..."

"If i was to kell everyahne ye ever cahnsidered to be impahrtant in yooehr life, everyahne dat's ever meant anythin even sahmethin to you. Right now."

"Maybe den i'd stahp and take de time to lesten to ye."

"Because den maybe... maybe den ye wooehld 'ave sahme idea, sahme semblance as to 'ow i feel."

You look at her solemnly, with a small tired smile.

"That's an interesting proposal..... But I'm afraid your 12 millenia to late... Because... everyone I ever loved... has already been killed."

English Version with slight Irish Accent.

"Stop and listen to me for a sec!"

"Get de fuck out of my way!"

"Who are ye to stop me!?"

"Huh?"

"I-I'm just... just someone looking for redemption..."

"Redemption!? Don't make me laugh! Do ye know what he ded? Do ye!?"

"Let ask you this [mister/miss] Redemption Seeker..."

"If I was to kill everyone ye ever considered to be important in your life, everyone dat's ever meant anythin, even something to ye. Right now."

"Maybe then I'd stop and take the time to listen to ye."

"Because den maybe... maybe then ye would have some idea, some semblance as to how I feel."

You look at her solemnly, with a small tired smile.

"That's an interesting proposal..... But I'm afraid your 12 millenia to late... Because everyone I ever loved has already been killed."

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♥︎ MC & Ryan

Ryan holds you by the shoulder as he looks at you seriously and says, "Look you can wallow in self-pity and guilt..."

"Or you can stand above it."

"Strive for better, stop living in the present, stop being held back by the past, and live for the future."

"Plus... that self-pity attitude is kind of cramping my style." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

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♥︎ MC & Sophie

As she hugs you from behind and her breath runs along your back, she says just above a whisper, "You can hide it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me."

"I've seen those kind of eyes before, ...and I know what they do to people... I should know best... so whatever is eating you up on the inside..."

"DON'T LET IT WIN!!!" She shouts to the world as tears begin to prick in her voice.

".....And if you need a-... a listening ear I–I'm always up for it. After all- you can count on me, since that is what friends are for, right?"

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♥︎ MC & Evelyn

As she strokes your hair gently,... almost motherly.

"Oh, my dear bunny... here's a word of advice for you."

"There are two types of guilt. One, a type of guilt that Swallows us whole into a perpetual never-ending whirlpool of misery and pain, that drowns us until we are nothing more than a useless ragdoll. Floating in an endless Ocean of misery and dread of our own making."

A kind smile appears on her cold, yet gentle face, "Or two, we can use our guilt to build a fire. Even if it's only one ember at a time. As long as we keep that fire going and refuse to let the cold in when it comes knocking. We can use those embers to stoke the flames of forgiveness and change."

Suddenly a roguish grin graces her lips, as she continues to twirl your hair in her one hand.

"After all such a beautiful face definitely doesn't deserve such sad eyes, you're ruinning such a cute portrait."

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♥︎ MC & Nathan

"Guess what!"

"Just because we build up walls around our hearts we close ourselves off to the world, or to those offering a helping hand doesn't mean you should."

A genuine smile falls upon his lips, as he says in the silkest voice ever, "After all... you were there for me in my darkest hour. So I'll be there for yours, through Fire and Ice for all the good and the bad."

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♥︎ MC & Ethan

"When life hits harder than usual or when we stumble and fall in our way we're bound to pick up a few scars and heartaches."

He smiles as he stares off into the unknown and continues,

"In the Japanese art of kinsugi broken pottery pieces are repaired with gold. This unique and beautiful art highlights the cracks and scars rather than trying to hide them and this is to represent that we are beautiful because we're broken."

He looks at you with the brightest of smiles, "What an awesome perspective, don't you think? Anyways where was I? ...Oh yes! The bad days make the good days sweeter and failures are opportunities to grow. And if you've ever had the thought just because you're broken you can never be loved or beautiful..."

He then turns serious, but his voice carries none of the harshness.

"I hope you know that's a straight up lie. To be human is to broken, and to be broken is to be unique. And to be unique... well it's to be beautiful." As he looks at you deep into your eyes as his turn soft and longing...

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♥︎ MC & Kina

"We don’t recover from grief, and that’s—Okay."

A tired yet knowing smile graces her tired face.

"It's okay to cry, it's okay to say I messed up, it's okay to ask for help."

"So what I'm saying is... if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there for you. All you all have to do is ask." She smiles at you with the smile of a thousand loving angels.

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♥︎ MC & Liam

"Look here I'm gonna give your piece of advice my old pops gave me, that I should've taken before he passed."

He then looks you dead in the eyes as he holds your face between his hands.

"Guilt is created from our past actions and the longer we continue to linger in the present trying to forget our guilt, our regrets, our actions. The sooner it's delivered to us whether we like it or not."

A small sliver of sadness flickers in the corner of his eyes, as he continues with a wistful smile.

"Tragically in the form of immeasurable suffering and pain."

"But guess what!"

"As long as we have someone we can lean on whether they be friend... or something more... just know... that you're not alone."

"So in the end what I'm trying to get at is... I'm here for you... if you need me." He then looks at you lovingly.

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♥︎ MC & UNKNOWN

"Look I know the world can be cruel an unforgiving place filled with Darkness that whispers and eats away at us."

"But let me say this, no matter what you did, no matter who you were, that's in the past."

"And there's nothing you or I can do to change that. But you and I live in the now. And that's why I believe everybody deserves a happy ending. Even you. So don't let this be the end."

[harrypotterbrainworms]

Snitches give you stitches.

Summary: You’re a Qudditch player who had eyes for a certain magical zoologist and he has an eye for the best (you.) (hurt/comfort if you squint) 

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 1574

A/N: it’s been a while haha. sorry about that, i’ve been preparing to move out and go to uni. so it’s been a bit hard to concentrate on writing. enjoy though!

Newt cheered from the crowd as you flew across his vision, he wasn’t for sports or being outside or cheering really, but seeing you flash a smile and a wink at him made his heart stop. He’d been watching you practice since he could remember, patching you up on more than one occasion, this time was apparently no exception as you stared longingly at him, you lost control of your broom just able to pull up to crash head first and now tangled in a big banner. “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Newt honest to Merlin ran out onto the field, ducking players as they landed to check on you. You groaned trying to untangle yourself from the banner, not quite succeeding as Newt pulled the last bit off your head. His face inches from yours, checking you for injuries, but all you could think about was the heat in your cheeks as he touched you gently. “I’m fine.” You blurted out, standing up quickly and walking fast to get away from him. You could feel his frown in the back of your head as you limped to the benches, keeping your head plastered to the ground.

Newt sighed, but smiled. You looked fine, but your face fell as Newt watched you get lectured about safety. Your sheepish smile as you charmed the trouble right off of you. He thought it was an amazing skill. The way you handled people, you had said it was more of a curse than a blessing which he couldn’t understand. Newt waved at you from the stands, however you just kept your eyes glued on the real players wishing you were soaring with them, but you could guess why you couldn’t as you saw some people rehanging the banner and throwing away the broom you had somehow broken. Just like that practice was over.

The crowd went wild and so did you and Newt as you sat together, cheering your team on. The first game of the season, your blood was pumping as hard as the other people around you who were definitely more intense than you. Sporting the colours of your team, screaming their chants. You wondered if it might not be better to take Newt down to one of the team boxes, it was much too loud out here for him to be comfortable. “Newt?” You tried to grab his attention, but it was far too loud. So instead you grabbed his shoulder making him turn to you at full speed, the blush quickly settling on his cheeks when he realised it was you. “What?” He shouted loudly at you. “Follow me!” “What?!” He rolled his eyes at the crowd, earning a few dirty looks. “FOLLOW ME!” At Newt the crowd suddenly decided to be quiet at that moment. “Okay” Newt smiled, his whole body freezing when you took his hand to lead him to a quiet box. The atmosphere changed as they entered, your ears ringing slightly.

“This is nice” Newt smiled, sitting clearly more comfortably on one of the seats, his shoulders just slightly pulled back in relief. “Another exciting goal hit by the home team. The chaser once again showed just how little of a chance the competition of winning. Come on lads! Come on!” They watched the game in mostly silence, your hand trying so hard to inch closer and closer to Newt’s, but as you almost reached out a pinkie, the crowd quieted in anticipation before the announcer shouted into the microphone. “The snitch has been spotted!” You could see him jump up and down in his chair from here even. Newt squinted his eyes, trying to find it, but failing, you put a hand on his shoulder (successfully) pointing out the little gold speck on the field. You both felt the heat around the areas you touched. Newt cleared his throat out as you yawned, pulling away with a small frown.

“A few moments, folks, that’s all it takes for a win. The teams are down to the hair, none have enough points to qualify, who will be left behind?” The announcer blared through the box as they now sat 2 seats away from each other. “Oh no, folks, our star chaser has lost control, the strong gust of wind has added a disadvantage to our seekers as well.” You watched in horror as the chaser caught a particularly strong wind causing him to spin out of control and crash against the grass, clutching his leg, but the crowd went insane, you both looked up to see your team had caught the snitch.

“You need me to w-what?” You stuttered as you watched your teammate getting patched out, benched for a few days to heal.

“Play. You saw what just happened. We need you out there, rookie.” Your coach’s brows glued together, his face red and sweaty like he had played with them. You gulped.

“Did you hear that?!” He did a little jump excitedly, you just groaned, looking down at your feet. He frowned, unsure of why you wouldn’t be happy. “Hey… You’re... a g-great player” He tried to compliment you more specifically, but he didn’t know how. Newt put a hand awkwardly on your shoulder, patting it. You shrugged it off. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been well all week.” He frowned, looking at your face up and down for any signs of way. A sad glint in his eyes as you sighed. “I’m not good enough.” You muttered. “What?” He asked, you guessed he didn’t hear you. “I’m not good enough!” You shouted back, making Newt step back away. “What? How? You’re the best!” He exclaimed confidently, you laughed a little too grimly. “I’m not. Not by a lot.” “No. You are. I know that, I wish you did.” He frowned harder than you thought. “Don’t act like you don’t pity my washout. Don’t act like you love me at all. Not like me.” You shouted back, he gasped, taking another step away. You shut your hand over your mouth.

Newt darted his wide eyes around your face, betrayal and hurt painted it across it as he turned his back on you. You had the largest pit in your stomach as a quidditch uniform was thrown into your arms along with a team broom. Your heart was beating in your ears as you exited into the field. You saw Newt leave in the corner of your eye, to sit in the stands. How were you supposed to do this? All of your insecurities were obvious as you mindlessly played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting in every way possible. Strapping and unstrapping your gloves, switching broom hands, all the works. Newt was looking more and more concerned as he watched you step on your broom.

Your teammates made quick work of their warmups, looking as concerned as Newt as you continued to dissociate. You had given up all hope of your quidditch dreams when you got bumped to the reserves, you never actually thought you’d play again. Not like this. You had managed to pull a few stretches and

You stared up as the seeker’s sped past almost through off your balance, luckily the beaters on each side of you bumped you into a straight course as you somehow managed to score another goal. The other team’s keeper looked pissed.

“Keep formation!” One of them shouted at you. Breathe in and out, you thought, inhaling deeply as you dove to catch. You heard the crowd cheering, catching a glimpse of Newt who was cheering just as furiously, which made you smile. You got the signal from your seeker and realised it was time to spread out for space. It was the checkmate now. You changed formation, baiting the other team to follow your movements allowing your seeker the space she needed to get the snitch she had spotted. You scored 2 more goals in formation, confidentially dodging the other team and before you had time to notice, your seeker whizzed past catching the snitch right under your nose. Winning the game. You let out a laugh as you slowed down, diving for the field.

You landed aggressively, surrounding your seeker, the team hugging each other. You had qualified, even with you on the team, you were going to the world’s. You heard someone call your name from behind, it was Newt running towards you at full speed. “You were amazing!” He shouted as he came to a stop almost tripping into you, a small blush across his cheeks from running. You laughed “You can say it” You smiled sheepishly as he let out a full belly laugh like you hadn’t heard before. “I told you so.” He grabbed you for a tight hug, pulling away, you stopped to look at him.

He was out of breath on account of running half the field to hug you, a wide smile painted on his face and the stadium light reflected off his pale skin, only exaggerating the heat on his face. He looked pretty. “You’re amazing.” You huffed out, pulling him in for a kiss, he stiffened at first, a little confused and angry. He had wanted to kiss you first, but he relaxed into it pushing against you, his hand reaching for your neck in fear of fainting against your flattery.  

“Whatever.’ Newt said breathlessly, grabbing your hand shyly as you pulled him to the team to celebrate.

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

awesome!

Could I request a a short thing with Grimm and the Radiance? Something like a sibling argument but god edition if that makes sense

hehehe oh boy yes id love to.

as i wrote this, i realized it starts out sounding like a normal argument, but i promise it goes to a very funny place. also i do know how the grimm troupe trial works i just said fuck you only a little bit to it.

The Radiance does not enjoy many things. Being abandoned by your own children and creations as well as almost dying will do that. So will being trapped within a being designed and born to keep you small, pitiful, and worthless.

Breaking the will of a creature who only wanted to be seen was enjoyable.

Being dragged into this golden place full of God Seekers (the pitiful things), with the sudden knowledge that at some point you will fight something was definitely not. And neither was seeing the familiar red-cloaked Being next to her.

"Radiance, how nice to see you again." The King of Nightmares, Grimm, greets in his raspy, burnt voice. "You did quite a number on this Kingdom, led to another successful ritual."

I do not care about you or your pathetic ritual. Radiance turns away from Grimm, only to find that he had moved to stand in front of her again.

"Ah, but dear sister-"

Do not refer to me as that.

"I wanted to know how you did it." The line of Grimm's mouth twists further upwards and his eyes burn brighter. "I did hear some things from my Troupe Master and Child."

Radiance stares at Grimm, hoping that her mere presence would warn him away. Unfortunately, no.

Leave me, I must await this 'challenger' so I may kill them and leave this place. Grimm was rather bad at knowing when to leave Beings alone, last they spoke, so maybe this would get him to do just that.

Grimm steps back, cloak shaking from his low, hissing laughter. "You don't know, then?"

Radiance does not answer, instead waiting for Grimm to answer his own question.

"The one rising through the Pantheons is a Vessel, an escaped one." A tremor of fury rises through Radiance. "One who completed my ritual, who has a fully realized Dream Nail, and one who does not seem to feel, to think, or even make one noise."

The agonized screams of her Vessel rings through Radiance's mind, the whisper of a thought, Father?, her response, He's not coming.

You lie.

Another rough laugh. "I do not. I watched as my Troupe Master crushed and burned its mask time and time again, felt it myself when it entered my dreams to complete the ritual. Not once, ever, did it scream using its own voice."

Explain. Radiance demands. Explain how it can scream but not make noise. It cannot be a true Vessel if it screams. She would know. She's good at revealing failed Vessels.

"Ah, now now." Grimm's grin widens further, reaching the edges of the stark white that cuts off into red. "That would be ruining the surprise, wouldn't it, Radi?"

You will not call me Radi, worm. Radiance puffs up the moment the name is out of the Nightmare's mouth.

"The Wyrm is dead, sorry."

Radiance seethes. Do not speak of him

"Again, sorry Radi."

Radiance moves in towards Grimm, towering over him. Apologize.

"I already did." He's grinning, not as wide as before, but still grinning. "You need to use your words."

There's a heavy silence as Grimm and Radiance stare at each other, waiting for something to drop.

If you so wish. Radiance is quite, and if she had a mouth, it would be slowly turning upwards. Riri.

Grimm startles and moves backwards, this time out of surprise. "What did you just call me?!"

Radiance straightens herself, glowing eyes sparkling as she looks down at Grimm. Riri, unless you already forgot.

"You can't- No- How do you remember that?!" Grimm sputters.

Riri Riri Riri. Radiance taunts. Now this is something she can enjoy.

"Now you're just being petty, moth brain."

What are you implying, jester?

"Have you ever actually met a moth before? Very air-headed. Like the one who made them."

And running a circus is any better?

"I am a fair King and Master to them. And who are you to talk about running a circus, do you remember how you got to be in this place?"

That is not the fault of anyone but the Wyrm and the Root

"Yeah, sure, I think Unn gets to have more to say about them than you do."

Unn has not spoken to either of us since generations before the Wyrm's appearance.

"And who's fault is that?"

Yours! Radiance wants to throttle Grimm, who has the audacity to look offended

"I was not the one who called her Kin mere shadows of beings!" He runs a sharpened hand across his horns, like he's better than her. "Plus, the Root has wreaked havoc on her realm, people, and strength."

Both the Radiance and the Nightmare King go quiet after that, remembering, finally, that their youngest sibling has had a closer touch with death than either of them.

Grimm? Radiance looks at Grimm, the glow emanating from her softening. If I do not survive, ensure Unn does.

Even though Radiance knows, deep within her very core, that it is unlikely she will die, it almost happened once. And now, with the possibility of a true Vessel existing, it might happen again. Of her family, as strained as it can be, Unn was the good one.

"I will." Grimm promises. "I always will."