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sincerelybubbles · 4 years ago

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lanterns || kenma kozume

So, as I have been wanting to write Haikyuu for a while and didn’t have any idea of what to write, I went to a prompt generator and wrote the first thing that popped up:

“Their eyes met. Suddenly, they were alone in the crowd.”

Kenma x fem!reader

WC: 4k

Summary: soulmate au with kenma :)) the rest is in the prompt!

Warnings: fluff, short description of a panic attack, minor cursing

//part two

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You were sure that your friends were going to be the death of you. Of all the ways you wanted to spend today, this was not one of them. The crowd around you was suffocating and the candy floss in your hand was sticky, the loud sounds of the festival surrounding you.

“Come on! I want to try this one!” Your friend sent you a huge smile before grabbing your wrist and dragging you to yet another game that would inevitably be impossible to win, causing her to mope for a few minutes before she found another booth she wanted to try, or more sweets she wanted to eat.

The game was a simple fishing game where you held a fishing-rod-like object with a magnet attached to it, and you had to attempt to fish out rubber ducks from the ponds. The bottom of the ducks had numbers on them corresponding with prizes lining the booths walls. Considering that it was early evening and no prizes seemed to be missing from the wall, you were pretty sure the magnets in the ducks were too weak to actually pull the ducks out of the water, but you still watched your friend and attempted to be encouraging.

She attempted three times to get a duck, before sighing and handing the pole over to you. “You try!”

You hesitantly accepted the pole and started to search for one of the smaller ducks – a smaller prize, but a better probability of actually getting the duck if your guesses from earlier were correct.

Surely enough, it only took you a few moments to grab the small duck and win a plastic cat mask from the wall, causing your friend to squeal excitedly.

“Here.” You handed it to her, but she only laughed and waved you off, telling you that since you earned it, it was yours.

You followed her around for a bit longer before she got a call. You tried not to listen as she talked, instead reading a sign advertising a fortune teller who would describe your soulmate to you in vivid detail, if you only showed her your soulmate marking.

Your soulmate marking wasn’t something you often considered. About ninety-eight percent of the population had some sort of marking or tell of some sort to help them find “the one” – red strings that attached their fingers together, count downs on their wrists, first words somewhere on their bodies, or, like you, and small tattoo somewhere on them that was uniquely matched in image and placing on your ‘other half.’

You were excited to meet your soulmate, sure, but you never let it become an obsession for you after watching many of your peers become consumed by an event that they had no control over.

Plus, there were many cases of soulmates separating, never meeting, or even just becoming close friends. The markings really only told you that the universe thought you were compatible with the other person.

You rubbed your left wrist as you watched the sign with bored eyes, contemplating what this person would be able to tell from the small blue bear on your wrist. Surely, she couldn’t tell much about them other then the fact that they also had this exact same tattoo.

“Hey, my brother tripped and sprained his ankle, so I have to walk him home. I’ll be back in like thirty minutes, I promise! Meet me at the Taiyaki booth we saw earlier, okay? Thanks!” She was gone before you were even able to suggest just seeing her at school on Monday, leaving you no choice but to wander around alone, not wanting to just ditch her with nothing but a text explaining your absence.

“Excuse me?” There was a soft tug at your sleeve, and you looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with a wide smile. Behind her was obviously her mother, giving the little girl an encouraging look and you a meek smile. “I made a whole lotta flower crowns to pass out today and – and, I think that this,” she fumbled with the flower crowns looped around her small arms for a moment before pulling out an intricate yet subtle crown and thrusting it into your hands, “this one! This one will look really pretty on you.”

Not wanting to be ruse, you took the crown and gave her a short bow, “Thank you.” You told her, sending her and her mother small smiles before placing it on your head, earning a delighted gasp and clap from the little girl.

Her mother then thanked you and took her daughters hand, leading her away while the little girl stayed turned around to wave at you.

Not knowing what else to do, you started to wander the streets of the festival, stopping at a few booths to look at anything that caught your eye.

After you bought something small for yourself, you were unsure what else to do with your time. Your friend had texted you that she would probably be another twenty minutes as she had to run to the store for medicine for her brother, apologizing too many times for one text. You answered her assuring her that it was fine, despite the fact that the longer you were alone in the large crowd of loud people, the more uncomfortable you were becoming.

Wary of a panic attack in the middle of the festival that would only become worse with the embarrassment that it would bring, you moved to the outskirts of the crowd and found the only empty bench for as far as you could see. You sat on your own for a bit, incredibly glad that you had the foresight to bring your headphones so that you could listen to music and escape the noise of people laughing and talking loudly. At some point, you noticed someone sitting on the same bench on the far side of you. You scooted over politely, giving them more room before taking out your phone to give yourself something to do with your hands.

“Hey,” You glanced up at the call from the guy sitting on the bench next to you. He had black hair and seemed to be your age, “where did you win that?” He nodded at the mask sitting on your thigh.

“This?” You asked, holding it up and examining it at his nod. “Um, the rubber duck game further up that way.” You told him, motioning further into the festival.

“It reminds me of someone I know – the face at least.” He explained, shooting you a smile.

The face painted on the mask looked bored, unconcerned with anything.

“I think we all know people who are kind of like this.” You commented, brushing your thumb across the cat’s eye, contemplating telling the guy he could have it.

You weren’t expecting him to laugh. “Really? What makes you say that?”

“Well, isn’t there always someone who seems unbothered by everything? Kind of expressionless?” You shrugged, “It’s not really a bad thing, just something I’ve noticed – there’s always someone who looks bored, no matter where you go.”

You weren’t quite sure what suddenly made you so talkative to this stranger, but the conversation flowed easily. He contemplated your words for a moment before nodding.

“Well, from my experience, those people may just be reserved, not just bored. Maybe they just don’t really like having everything written all over their face.”

“Sounds like you know quite a few people who this reminds you of. . . do you want it? I won it for my friend, but she didn’t want to keep it.” You handed the mask out to him and he took it after a moment.

“Nah, just one. But thank you.” A slow smile crossed his face as he looked over your shoulder, standing up and holding the mask over his head. “Hey! Look what I found!” He held out the mask to whoever was behind you and waved it around. “It looks just like you!”

You turned around to see a boy with bleached blonde hair walking toward you, squinting his eyes at the mask the black-haired boy was waving around. Not wanting to be caught staring, you pulled out your phone again, seeing that your friend had texted and asked for you to call her.

“Hello?” You asked after hearing the line pick up.

“Hey! So, he twisted his foot really badly, and it’s pretty swollen. I think I might take him to the doctor. I’m really sorry to bail on you – after making you wait and everything!” Your friend started wailing about how sorry she was, to leave you and not get to eat any Taiyaki.

“It’s okay.” You assured her, “And I can bring you Taiyaki on my way home.” All for the better you thought. Despite being away from the crowd, it was still draining you.

“Okay! You’re the best, can you bring it over at like nine when you leave?”

“Um, I don’t know if I’ll be here that long.” You admitted to her, now noticing that the black-haired boy was attempting to wrangle the cheap mask onto his friend’s face, his friend pushing him away.

“You have to stay to light a lantern!” Your friend was insisting from the phone. “Plus, we’re leaving right now, so if you drop off the food now, it’ll go bad sitting on my doorstep. Please!” She drug out her peas, making you sigh.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll light a lantern for you too then, I’ll see you later.” You hung up before she could make you promise to do anything else, and you began to tuck your headphones away.

“Damn it! It broke!” You glanced up to see that the mask in the black-haired boys’ hands had in fact cracked and the blond boy was now on his phone, reading something. Suddenly, the black-haired boy’s head whipped up to look at you. “Hey, you. Do you think you could win another one of these? Or at least tell me how you did?”

In that moment, you knew that there was a high probability that, despite looking your age, this boy might not be. And it probably wasn’t smart to spend any more time with him. But he seemed friendly enough and you really didn’t want to spend the rest of your night alone. Plus, his friend didn’t seem too overwhelming and if you got uncomfortable, it wasn’t hard to fake a call.

So, you nodded.

Excitedly, he smiled at you, “Nice! I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, this is Kenma Kozume.” He gestured to his friend beside him, “The bored-cat-mask guy.”

Nodding, you introduced yourself before Kuroo happily lead you to where you gestured before in the crowd.

“We’re second years at Nekoma High.” Your eyes widened as you fumbled to catch up to Kuroo again.

“Me too, year 2, class 5.” You told him, motioning to the booth with a sort line leading up to it.

“We’re in year 2, class 2.” You nodded, understanding how you had never seen him as you were in two different classes and you tended to eat in your room with a few friends rather then face the loud cafeteria. “So, how do you win this?”

You explained to him briefly your guess about the weighted ducks, noting him nodding along, examining your face carefully.

“You’re pretty smart then, huh? Come to think of it, isn’t 2-5 college prep?” You flushed slightly, nodding.

“I wouldn’t say it was that hard to figure out though, it’s just that most of these games are rigged so that they make a profit.” You explained as you reached the booth.

Kuroo bought the tickets and insisted on trying to do it himself. You noticed his friend was still there, playing on his phone, eyes blocked by his hair.

After a few attempts at catching the small ducks, you noticed the festival growing more and more crowded as it got closer to night. The main event of this festival was the lantern lighting that started in about an hour, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but the amount of people was slowly starting to grate on you.

Your friends typically calmed you in situations like these. They knew of your hatred for loud crowds, and constantly encouraged you to try and push past it while also offering a calming, friendly presence as you did so. You were sure that your friend had forgotten just how bad it could get because you hadn’t gotten freaked out in a while. Plus, she as probably more worried about her brother than anything else, so you couldn’t really blame her.

Plus, you were old enough to get through this alone. You should be at least.

“Hey, are you busy for the rest of the festival?” You turned to see that Kuroo was holding a different version of the same cheap plastic mask you had before, and he was looking at you with a kind smile. “I heard a bit of your conversation, and you can hang out with us until the lanterns later, if you want.”

“Uh, sure, thank you.” You accepted after a brief hesitation. You figured being with someone, even a stranger, would be better then being alone with your thoughts overwhelming you. “Did they not have any more of the other mask?” You asked as the three of you started walking, Kenma walking on the other side of Kuroo then you.

“Nah, but it’s okay. I like this one too.” He held it up for you to see, and you noted the smiling cat painted on the plastic with a polite nod. “So,” He asked after a moment. “Are you in any clubs?”

You answered him before returning the question, then listened for the next five minutes as he talked about volleyball, inviting you to come and watch a game sometime.

“Uh, sure.” You agreed, knowing that you probably wouldn’t. You were sure that any kind of sports games involved loud, crowded spaces – something you were actually trying very hard not to think about right now.

After another few moments of walking around and getting to know Kuroo better, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder that he would meet you two near where the lanterns were and leaving you and Kenma standing in the middle of the crowded street, the light rapidly fading.

You spared an awkward glance to the blonde at your side only to find him typing something on his phone, looking uncomfortable from the small bit of his face that you could see.

“Do you, uh, want to head that way? Get a few lanterns, or get in line, or something?” Kenma nodded and you started walking after taking a moment to realize that he probably wasn’t going to look up at you.

Anyone else might have found him rude, but you were too focused on the fact that you couldn’t see anything other then people, and they were loud, and bumping into you every step you took, making your chest feel tight and your vision darken.

Somewhere near you, a child screamed, causing you to jump at the sudden loud noise.

You felt like sweat was pouring nonstop from your palms, and your heart was racing. You didn’t think that you were ever going to reach the end of the people.

Forgetting about Kenma, you shoved your way through the crowd and off of the street, searching in vain for an area without people where you could hopefully try and learn how to breathe again.

A hand gripped your wrist and started pulling you. You fought for a moment before feeling completely exhausted and letting it. It took you a few seconds of being pulled, and then you were behind a booth and your wrist was dropped.

The sound was slightly more muffled here, and there were no people. You threw yourself to the ground and let your head hand between your knees, suddenly aware that you were crying and that you were gasping for breath.

“Are you okay?” A quiet voice asked after a moment. You looked up and met Kenma’s eyes. Suddenly, you were alone in the crowd. For a moment, you only examined the golden, cat-like eyes staring at you, before coming to your senses and nodding.

“Yeah. Uh, crowds are,” You gestured to the noise that somehow seemed a lot less of an issue now, with Kenma here and looking slightly concerned at you, “uh, well, not good. For me.” You explained lamely, averting your eyes.

Kenma nodded before sitting down in front of you with plenty of space between your feet. You noticed a loop of flowers between his fingers. Following your gaze, he held up the flower crown the little girl had given to you.

“You dropped it.” He explained. You reached out and took the crown from him.

“Thanks.” You settled it atop your head, embarrassment flooding your chest. You looked up at Kenma only to see his eyes were wide. Even before when he was watching you panic in front of him, he had only looked slightly off-put, but now his jaw was hanging slightly open and his eyes were staring unblinking at you, much more intense-looking then you were expecting.

You followed his gaze to your wrist, seeing nothing but your soulmate tattoo where it had always been. After a moment you looked back at him.

“Are you, uh, good?” You asked, concerned at the fact that he was sitting there, motionless, almost in a trance.

Kenma blinked before searching your face, his stoic expression back on his face. After another tense moment of silence that left you feeling awkward, he shoved the sleeve of his hoodie up on his left arm and presented it to you.

There, on his wrist, plain to see, was a small blue bear. You lifted your hands to grab his wrist, to prove that what you were seeing was real, but hesitated. You had been paying attention today, as much as you could with the crowd, and the boy in front of you seemed extremely reserved, so you refrained, instead flipping your own left arm over and placing it next to his in the air.

The tattoos were perfect replicas of each other.

“Oh.” You whispered, feeling all of the breath leave your lungs as you looked at Kenma with new eyes.

The fact that he and his friend were attractive wasn’t something that had slipped your mind. But, really, you hadn’t been paying too much attention. You took the time to actually look at the boy in front of you objectively and without the hard-to-forget lens of him being your literal soulmate determined by the universe.

He was also looking at you, watching you. You became very aware of the fact that just minutes earlier you were crying, and now the area beneath your eyes felt swollen. Your nose was running, and your eyes were probably bloodshot. Underneath his gaze, you felt exposed, vulnerable. And yet, the way his eyes held yours for a moment before flicking away made you comfortable. The fact that he hadn’t immediately rushed closer to you, hadn’t said anything, hadn’t put any pressure on you at all to react whatsoever, hell, he hadn’t even expected you to hold eye contact with him. . . in that moment you were feeling so incredibly seen and safe.

You sat there with him for a few moments, both of your wrists displayed to the other, but not saying anything. You were facing each other, and if you stretched out your legs, you were sure you could touch your shoe to his. Kenma’s head was turned away from you, but his eyes kept flicking over to look at you or your wrist.

The sounds of the street on the other side of the booth didn’t seem so threatening now, and once you looked up, you noticed the sky was beginning to become dotted with lanterns.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Kenma asked softly, and you glanced at him to see he had turned to face you again.

You shook your head. “No, I promised my friend I would light a lantern for her and grab her some food.” You said. It was quiet for a moment. “You don’t have to stay with me though, if you need to find Kuroo.”

Kenma didn’t answer, instead leaning back slightly and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He typed on it for a moment, giving you a chance to look at him again.

He was wearing a white hoodie with a red flannel tied around his waist. You noticed that it matched the one Kuroo was wearing over his black tee with a smile. His hood was barely resting on his head.

“Stay here.” Kenma’s voice was soft before he stood and walked around the booth. You waited patiently for him to return, unsure of what he was doing.

When he came back, Kenma was on the phone, listening to whoever was talking. You had stood up while waiting for him. He regarded you with curious eyes as he said goodbye to whoever was on the phone and hung up.

“You promised your friend Taiyaki on the phone earlier, right?” Kenma asked, eyes flickering down to his phone as he talked softly.

“Uh, yeah, you heard that?” Kenma only nodded, tapping on a few things on his screen.

You stood in silence for a few moments, watching the lanterns while Kenma typed on his phone. The silence was accompanied by the background noise of the festival, but you instead focused on the sky above you. Somehow, the fact that Kenma hadn’t suddenly become more talkative around you comforted you. You were always afraid that when you met the person with the tattoo matching yours that it was be awkward. Or that they would expect too much of you. That they would expect you to open up to them immediately, and that they would do the same. Standing with Kenma in relative quiet eased these concerns.

“Hey!” You turned to see Kuroo poking his head around the booth and smiling at the two of you. He walked forward holding a small white bag in one hand, and a few lanterns in the other. “Privacy, nice.” Kuroo winked at you before handing you the bag and two lanterns.

“Thank you.” You told him, peeking into the bag to see steaming Taiyaki. “You really didn’t have to do this, let me pay you back.” You set the lanterns down to reach for your wallet until Kuroo waved you off, plopping down on the ground and beginning to write on his lantern.

“My treat, don’t worry about it.” Kuroo glanced up at you with a wide smile, “And, if I really wanted, I’d make pudding head here pay. It’s the least he could do. . . for his soulmate.” Kuroo winked at you before continuing to write.

You sent a glance to Kenma, his slight blush not going unnoticed. “Sorry.” He mumbled before sitting down and grabbing the last lantern left.

Deciding to let it go, you sat down and grabbed the brush Kuroo offered you. “I figured you’d want one for yourself too.” Kuroo motioned to the two lanterns in front of you.

“That’s really kind, thank you.” You set to work painting your friends name on the lantern before texting her a picture.

Moving on to the second lantern, you carefully painted a small wish on it before assembling the both of them.

The three of you lit the lanterns all at once, letting them fly in a group and watching their ascent. You thanked the two boys again and gathered your things to leave. You had only walked a few steps down the street before your name was gently being called. You turned to see Kenma walking up behind you, looking uncomfortable.

“Can I. . . ” Kenma sighed, not meeting your eyes. “I know I don’t talk much, but would you like to, um, eat lunch together Monday?” Your chest felt warm as you nodded.

“Yeah.” You said, “I’ll find you?” Kenma nodded and you mirrored him for a moment before turning away and making your way to your friend’s house with a small smile on your face.

(this will have one, maybe two, more parts :) )

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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

***

Galatea found Vergil in the library that day, and when she approached the little boy, she saw him drawing something on a cover of a hardbound book with a blue crayon.

She might have smiled at the boy's little project but, the erratic movements of his little hand as the worn down cerulean crayon chaotically glided through the book, making jarred lines and messy curves, slightly unnerved her. And as the huge letter V finally started to form on the book's cover, she realized what he's been doing.

"You know, William Blake would not appreciate what you did to his book if he sees that." She gently told the little boy as she took a seat on one of the chairs next to him.

Vergil looked up at her, letting her see the ugly bruise on his cheek ( most probably Dante's doing ), and frowned. "I want to make this book mine!"

"I know, dear. It's just,... you're going to ruin the book. And if it's ruined, you won't be able to read it properly again."

"BUT - !" The boy almost cried. "It's Dante! He always takes everything away from me! I'm putting my name on it so it can truly be mine!"

"Sshh, sshh, sshh, alright, calm down,..." Galatea hushed as she held up her hands in front of the boy. "I understand. No need to get mad."

"But,..." the boy looked down at the ruined cover of the book, his tears now steadily flowing from his eyes. "... will Mr. William Blake really get mad at me for doing this?"

The girl smiled as she took the boy into her arms and wrapped him in a very warm and gentle embrace. "I think," she explained. "... that he will be very proud of you for picking his works over others. He will say that you're a very clever boy, and that you deserve all the love and affection in the world."

"You're joking, I know,..." Vergil argued, calmly but still with a hint of disappointment.

"I'm not! Okay, if you'll let me borrow your book,..." Galatea answered as she took the book from the table. "... then, maybe I could do something with it,..."

Later that night, the girl showed up at Vergil's bedroom, both her hands behind her back and a mischievous smile on her lips. The boy left his bed and went over to her side.

"Galatea, what are you hiding?"

The girl smirked as she finally showed what she's holding. It was the same book, only that it has now a brown leather cover with a huge golden V, along with intricate lines around it, emblazoned on both the front and the back.

The little boy's eyes widened with complete wonder, gasping excitedly as he received the newly covered book from her.

"It's like,..." Vergil almost stuttered, his excitement getting the better of him. "... it's magic! How did you do it?!"

Galatea playfully rolled her eyes. "Magic."

The little boy threw himself at her, hugging her as tightly as he could. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!"

"Ah, it's nothing." Galatea answered as she put her arms around the boy's tiny body. "By the way, I put something in - "

"I'm so excited to read this!"

The boy ran to his bed, bouncing happily in it as he started to surround himself with the wondrous and imaginative world of Blake.

"Never mind." Galatea murmured more to herself than to the little boy. "Good night." She whispered as she quietly closed the door,...

Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,... ?

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XXIX

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"Sunny day sweepin' the clouds away.

On my way to where the air is sweet!

Can you tell me how to get?

How to get to - "

"V! Wake up!"

The poor poet woke up to someone shaking him on the shoulder and the sound of that sickly cheerful music on the television. He opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the bright morning light that seemed to add insult to his self - inflicted psychological and emotional injury, and saw the woman peering down at him with utter disgust.

"Eww, what happened to ya? Ya, like, cried yerself to sleep or somethin'?"

V ignored her stupid question as he sat up from the sofa ( which was mercifully soft, thank the Heavens ) and took a good long look around the now bright room.

During his awfully stressful slumber, Nico has managed to enter the premises ( of course, she has her own key ), parted the heavy curtains, and actually made something decent for breakfast.

And its smell was now actually wafting from the kitchen to V's sensitive nostrils.

"Breakfast time!" The tattooed woman announced as she went over to the television to turn it off.

"HEY!" Griffon, who was sitting on the floor beside Shadow, pointed an accusing finger at her. "WE'RE STILL WATCHING!"

"ELMO CAN WAIT! AND DON'T YA POINT AT ME JUST BECAUSE YER HUMAN NOW!"

"AARRGGHH!"

Shadow, who was eagerly watching the children's show with Griffon, flinched when the television screen went from colorful to blank, and started crying like Nico just took her candy away from her.

"SEE WHAT YE'VE DONE TO THE HOUSECAT!"

"OH, SHUT THE CRAP UP!"

"ENOUGH!"

Griffon and Nico both looked up as they heard V's intentionally loud scream and immediately stopped bickering. Shadow, on the other hand, went on crying like nobodies' business.

And it was to an awkward silence when he left the unit to clear his mind. He knew he has an obligation to take care of (Y/N) and he was fully aware that he must not leave her with Nico and Griffon ( who were both as perfectly capable as two clashing, idiotic hominids ) but, he really needed to get away for a while, to ease his anxiety and to calm his senses. He wanted so much to get rid of the throbbing pain on his head, and he needed get away from too much noise for a while.

He wanted to breathe some fresh air,...

All of a sudden, like something that could only happen in cheap novels and low - budget movies, a single piece of flyer flew from somewhere and landed on his face. He picked the piece of paper off his tired and greasy face, took a good long look at it, and almost swore out loud. Almost.

Of all the places that could lure him in,...

An hour later, he found himself face to face with the familiar wooden door with the huge neon sign right above it. The one place that old flyer advertised.

It was the same place,... that changed his fate forever. Not to mention the others he intentionally and unintentionally dragged along with him and his blunders.

He opened the door, stepped in,...

... and saw, in his utter shock, the huge interior of a grand, old cathedral. He was now standing next to one of the pews, and when he looked down to his left, he saw (Y/N) actually sitting on it, her eyes transfixed to, most probably, the choir practicing from the far right corner of the cathedral.

"Willst du ihnen beitreten?" Came the voice of an older woman who suddenly went through V ( like how Alicia did ) and placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a middle - aged nun with the most gentle features he has ever seen.

The nun must have noticed (Y/N)'s confusion upon being asked in a different language, and shook her head. "Oh, vergib mir. I mean, forgive me. I was asking if you want to join them." She asked, then gestured towards the choir.

(Y/N)'s mouth opened as she was about to say something but, then, hesitated. She just smiled sheepishly and shook her head.

"You'll love it there."

"I'm sorry, I can't,... I really can't sing like that."

"Oh, is that so? Hmm, you do seem to like music." The nun sat down next to (Y/N). "Then, what brings you here? You do seem like you came from a very far place. I may be able to help." She asked as she looked at her casual clothes that were inappropriate for such a cold weather.

The girl, who looked like she was about to burst into tears, nodded as she bowed her head. She, then, looked at the nun's eyes and spoke, "I was looking for - "

"V?" Came a familiar voice. The poet glanced at the vicinity of the choir once more and noticed Dante standing just next to the old conductor, his arms crossed. "Hey!" His younger brother went towards him, looking confused, and when he finally patted him on the shoulder, his surroundings abruptly changed from German rustic to American modern. He was back to his own reality with the familiar atmosphere of the Devil May Cry office before him. "Finally came for a visit, eh?"

"I,... guess I' am. Yes."

Dante rolled his eyes and gestured for V to follow him towards his desk. "So, what happened with the Vergil disguise?"

"It wore off." It was the truth

"Can you put it back on?" Dante mildly asked as he collapsed on his chair and placed both of his feet on his messy table. "Be my brother for a while?"

"Do you want me to?" V inquired as he threw his cane in mid air and caught it with his right hand.

The Devil Hunter in red just shook his head. "Nah. Would it make any difference, though? We'll still try to kill each other anyway."

"Was that the only memory we had? Of us at each others' throats?"

"Seems like it."

There was a moment of awkward silence, and when Dante spoke once more, V felt that there really was a reason he was led back to this place.

"That day, when I was fighting the Dreadnought's horde, some names came up my head. Something like Andromeda, Cassandra, and Galatea?" His statement made V smirk as he shook his head in disbelief. And this very unexpected gesture irked Dante. "What?"

"You heard the man, Cassandra." V spoke, much to Dante's utter confusion. "It is time you explain everything."

For a few moments, Dante only stared at V, thinking that his "brother" has completely gone insane, and lo and behold, something materialized right next to him, and it made him almost fall off his chair in shock.

"WHOAH! WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Dante, I'd like to reintroduce you to Cassandra, the Aspect Of Future, eldest of the Sisters of Fate."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Wait a second here, reintroduce? Did I hear that right?"

V's gaze felt like daggers against Cassandra's skin. She looked down in shame, unable to speak.

"Cassandra, if you please?" V asked. No. More like ordered.

The Sister of Fate nodded and went closer to Dante. The man quickly stood and drew back in terror, uncertain why a tall and lovely woman was approaching him. "Let your sight be opened." Cassandra spoke clearly as she took hold of Dante's head, making his eyes roll back and his muscles tense. After a few moments, she let go of his head, making him stumble to the ground. And the moment he opened his eyes, he finally remembered everything.

"H - how could I forget?!" He muttered. "Cassandra, were you the one who sealed our memories?"

"Yes." The woman answered with much guilt. "I only did it to protect you from Mundus and all of Sparda's enemies. I' am very sorry."

"Ha." The man mocked as he stood up and brushed some dirt off his jacket. "And surely you've realized that your bright idea did nothing to keep us safe!"

"That is enough, Dante." V quietly interjected.

"Can you explain what this is all about?"

Which was exactly what V did for the next couple of hours. He explained everything, from the day he commissioned him to take on the Demon King Urizen, to the day the Sisters returned to him. And, of course, he told him everything about (Y/N), how he felt about her, how he fell in love with her,...

... how he hurt her,...

"To be quite frank," Dante began as he rubbed his stubble. "... you've been a total douchebag, V. No offense. Just saying the plain truth."

"I know. And I'm sorry." The poet, now settled on one of the chairs beside the desk, answered.

"Nah. What's the point in falling in love when you don't make a blunder or two? It's called, falling in love. And, damn, it hurts. Look what happened to me." Dante shook his head and stood. "Speaking of (Y/N), I just remembered something. Wait here." He stated as he made his way to the back of the office, occasionally throwing weird glances at Cassandra, who was quietly standing at the far corner of the room.

When he got back, he was carrying a pale pink fur coat and what looked like an instrument case. "(Y/N) forgot this the last time she's here. Can you give this back to her for me?"

As V was about to take the parka - like clothing from his brother, his visions returned, flinging him back to the old rustic church where he saw the same nun from before handing him the thing instead of Dante. A pair of hands went through V, taking the parka from the kind, old woman. He moved aside to see (Y/N) lovingly clutching the warm, wooly parka close to her chest.

"Thank you so much, Sister,... ah?"

"You may call me Sister Christina." The old woman smiled. "May you finally see the man you've been searching for." The nun made the sign of the cross and kissed the younger woman on the forehead. "Möge dich Gott auf deinen Reisen segnen."

"V?" Dante's voice once again brought him back to the present. "You okay?"

"Yes. Forgive me."

Dante just stared at V with a raised eyebrow as he handed the coat to him. "Oh, and, ah, her birthday is coming soon, and I couldn't think of anything else to give. I mean, I don't know what movie she hasn't already seen, and I'm sure she's not gonna appreciate Twilight. So, I got her this." He handed him the instrument case he's been holding.

V was right. It was a violin. A real one, and not a weaponized version.

Dante scratched his head in confusion. "Ah, I know she's tone deaf. But, you can teach her, right?"

"Of course." V answered. "Can I open it?"

"Sure. Open it, play something with it, whatever you want."

V carefully opened the case and saw the exquisite, wooden thing inside. He took it and appraised it like an expert.

"Guarneri? You can afford Guarneri?!" For the first time since those stressful days, V actually felt the mirth going back to his system at the thought of Dante buying an expensive instrument for the girl he loves.

"Guava?" And he clearly sounded that he had no idea what he just got himself into.

"Guarneri." V repeated dryly. He just can't accept people being ignorant about the popular Italian Luthier - the maker of Paganini's violin.

"Guava. Guanini. Whatever. Besides, I just bought it from an antique shop and had it fixed."

And apparently, it cost too much, V thought, taking note of the dark atmosphere of the room. His brother wasn't able to pay the bills again and was probably fast approaching bankruptcy.

V pushed the thoughts aside as he positioned the violin below his left jaw and raised the bow,...

"Allmächtiger Vater, Segne diesen Mann auf seinen Wegen und Reisen. Segne ihn in seinem Denken und Handeln. Segne ihn in seiner Seele und seinem Herzen. Dass dein Licht ihn stets umgibt, und ihn auf deinen erwählten Pfad sicher leite. Geleite ihn durch die Stille und Leere, auf dass er an deiner Seite die Hoffnung und das Glück entdecke. Im Namen des Vaters, des Sohnes und des heiligen Geistes

Amen."

The two brothers both looked at the other end of the room and saw (Y/N) standing there, her back turned against them.

"What the hell?!" Dante mumbled. "(Y/N)?!"

However, V was fully aware who she really was. And he knew she wasn't (Y/N).

The girl turned and finally revealed her face. It was, indeed, Galatea. "Almighty father," she went on with her prayer. "Bless this man on his roads and travels, bless him in his thoughts and actions, bless him in his soul and in his heart that your light always surrounds him and guide him safely on your chosen path. Guide him through the silence and the void so that by your side he may find hope and mirth. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen. It's what (Y/N) always prays at night before she sleeps. It was taught to her by the nun who gave her that parka. She prays for you each night, Master."

"Galatea, is that you?!" Dante gasped, pointing at another one of the Sisters of Fate who kept materializing in his own office.

"That name was given by your father, Sparda. Before that, I was,... nothing. A shell of what truly mirrors the illusions made by him." Galatea explained.

"What do you mean by that?" V questioned.

The girl smiled. "Do you remember that night when I fixed that book of yours, Master?"

"Of course. As clear as day, dear."

The girl nodded, her expression very serious. "Then, please, take the cover off the book."

"NO!" Cassandra shrieked all of a sudden. She crossed the room and made her way to her younger sister, hugging her as tightly as she could.

Like Galatea was going to leave her,...

"You can't do this! Please! We'll lose you! I beg you, don't do this!"

The youngest sister only smiled as she embraced her sibling. "But, you've seen it?"

"Yes!" Cassandra was crying, and it unnerved both V and Dante. "So, I beg you! Don't make him do it! Please! I've lost mama and papa. I don't want to lose you!"

It's just a book. What would happen to her?

Galatea closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down her eye. She, then, looked at V. "Master, do it. And see for yourself. Do it for me."

Despite the heavy and unexplainable feeling that suddenly weighed on his chest, he placed the Guarneri and the bow back on their case, took out the William Blake anthology from his coat pocket, and opened it, noticing the part where the leather cover began. With mild curiosity, Dante inched closer to V, watching his brother tear off the brown leather cover. A few moments later, a single piece of paper fell from it to the floor, making all eyes focus on it and it alone.

And as V picked it up and noticed what it was, his eyes widened and his lips parted. It was a very old vintage photograph of a little girl holding a stuffed lamb.

It was an old photograph of (Y/N).

"I was created to mimic her image. To provide mama with a daughter. Without her, the girl in that old photograph, I' am nothing. The moment I came to life, I always dreamed of actually meeting her in person. And I found her," Galatea let go of Cassandra and went directly to V. "... and brought her to you."

All the pain in his chest went back, reminding him of every bit of mistake he has done to her. He clutched the photograph closer to his chest. "But, I don't deserve her. I,... hurt her."

"I know. So, promise me you'll find her and get her back."

"Find her? Galatea, what do you - ?" V was startled when her body was suddenly engulfed with multiple little orbs of light. "What's happening to your body?"

"I used up all of my powers. I found her, fulfilled your wish, healed her. My mission,... has ended." She answered. She was dying, and yet, there was a content look on her face.

She knew her fate all along. And she embraced it.

"Farewell, Master."

And with those final words, she vanished, leaving behind her true form: an antique porcelain doll clutching a stuffed lamb.

That image was still on his mind when he left Dante's office and made his way back to (Y/N)'s unit but, something else was bothering him.

Find her? What does that mean? It's not like (Y/N) suddenly vanished or anything. That’s impossible.

But, then, something flashed in his mind: an unknown visitor, a tear - stained note, an open door,...

V practically sprinted towards the building, his heart rate going higher and higher as the vision finally took over his mind.

It can't be! She can't do this! She can't - !

The poet flung open the door and saw the frantic look on Nico and Griffon's faces.

"Where is she?"

Nico and Griffon immediately went towards V. Something really was wrong.

"Okay, V. No need to stress yerself even more. We just went out to get some stuff and,... she's just - " Griffon began but, he was immediately cut off.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

Nico, who was the calmer of the three of them, tried to stop V as he made his way towards (Y/N)'s room. "Calm down, man! She will go back. I know she will - "

She will go back?!

He almost rudely brushed the two aside and ran to her room. He flung open the door,...

... and didn't find her there.

But, just like in his vision, there was a single note on the bed. He picked it up and saw the shaky scribbles on it.

“One of these days, and it won’t be long,

You’ll call my name and I’ll be gone,

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.”

And just like in the vision, the note,...

... was tear - stained.

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🖤 Special thanks to @la-vita for the German dialogue and translations. And for introducing us to Sister Christina. 🖤

🖤 @beyond-the-mirror , @gothghoulfiend , @vergils-daughter , @micaelagua , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @simmy-ships , @boundbysoul , @diabeticsugarush , @lessy86 , @heaven-on-a-landslide , and @krazy06 . 🖤

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As they made their way back to their home, he saw his wife stop at an antique shop, her eyes transfixed on something in a glass case. He took a curious look at it and realized it was a beautiful vintage porcelain doll holding what looked like a stuffed lamb. And just above the doll's glass case was a photograph of a real human girl, clutching the same stuffed lamb, who must have been the inspiration of whoever made the toy.

He smiled at her. "Do you want her? I'll get her for you."

His lovely wife looked up at him, her smile slowly diminishing. She shook her head and grasped her husband's hand, leading him away from the shop with a sad look on her face.

The week after that, the husband introduced his wife to three girls. And he called one of them Galatea.

"Galatea?" She gasped in wonder as her hands glided against the girl’s smooth porcelain - like skin. Like that of a doll's.

She was,... simply perfect,...

The little girl smiled at her as she carefully touched her hands with her own, little ones. "Mama?"

Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,... ?

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🖤 P.S. I Love You 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in a modern Alternate Universe.

~ Life goes back to normal after the fall of Urizen, the Demon King. V, one of the Demon Hunters who survived the demonic invasion, officially joins Devil May Cry and takes on small jobs to make ends meet. One day, a female client hires him to drive away an evil spirit that haunts her home. Along with Nico, who brings along her new state - of - the - art gadgets to help him on his new mission, and his familiars, Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare, V moves to his client's home - a mansion rich with history, both happy and dark. And in that mansion, he finds a diary that once belonged to the client's great grandmother, a woman named (Y/N) (L/N), who is, somehow, connected to the hauntings of the restless spirit he must drive out.

~ To be released on the 1st week of October.

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 29 #the little lamb #teaser #p.s. i love you

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Falling (Peter Parker x Reader) Hogwarts AU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Prequel to the Improper series

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You nearly died of anticipation when your letter came, and while picking out robes at Hogsmeade, you seem to run into the same boy, over and over again. And by some twisted fate, he just happened to run into your compartment on the Hogwarts Express.

Warnings: Cussing. Mostly fluff before that, I think.

Words: 3,160

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When you moved to London during the summer it was terrifying to leave your friends and past life behind for a whole new world, but you managed... And then the owl knocked on your window. At first you dismissed it as a small bird or common bat, but it kept tapping on the window until you looked over. Cautiously opening the window, you ran back to your bed, scared that the wild creature would attack and scratch. The barn owl ruffled its feathers and opened its wings once again, gliding over to perch on your bedpost. You were wary of the owl but noticed something held in its beak. The owl opened its mouth and dropped an old looking envelope on the bed before making another brief flight to land on your shoulder, sharp claws scratching your skin. You panicked, staying perfectly still. There’s an owl on my shoulder. You thought in disbelief. An owl. On my shoulder. What the fresh hell am I supposed to do? The owl nudged your neck with its head and looked pointedly at the envelope on your bed.

“You want me to-you want me to open it?” You stuttered, not daring to move your shoulder, scared the barn owl would claw you. “Is there a letter inside? Are you magic?”

The creature nudged you again and pointed its beak at the paper on the blanket. All you remember is picking up the envelope with shaky hands and carefully opening the seal to read the letter inside, then letting out a soft ‘oh’ of surprise and fainting. The impatient owl rose in the air as you fell unconscious on your bed, letting out an annoyed hoot. It landed on the pillow beside your face and nipped your ear. You jolt out of bed, trying to stand up but almost falling over your own feet. The barn owl watched you carefully, its big brown eyes following your sluggish movements. You shook your head and leaned against the wall, pondering what kind of dream you just had. That’s insane. You assured yourself, resting your forehead on the wall. It was just a dream. A very odd dream, but a dream nonetheless. If owls could roll their eyes the one in your room definitely would. While you didn’t look back at the bed, the creature gave an ear-splitting screech, causing you to whip around with wide eyes to face it, sliding down against the wall.

“Holy shit…” You muttered, running a hand through your hair. “You-you’re kidding, right? Hogwarts?” The owl bowed its head in a nod.

“I’m-I’m going to motherfucking Hogwarts?” You asked breathlessly, a wide grin spreading on your face. Wobbling to the edge of the bed, the owl hooted again, as if asking how many times it would have to confirm that yes, you were going to Hogwarts. It picked up the letter in its beak and flew next to you, handing you the letter to read again.

“Dear Miss (Your Last Name),” You read out loud to yourself or maybe the owl, but who cares? You’re going to Hogwarts! “We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! And-and there’s a signature and everything!” You suddenly shrieked with laughter, causing the owl beside you to jump back.

“Oh, sorry! I’m sorry-I’m just so excited!” You apologized to the creature, scrambling to stand up. “Jesus… I’m talking to an owl. But who cares, am I right? I’m going to Hogwarts, motherfuckers!” You hopped up and down, clapping our hands and twirling in a weird happy dance, not even caring about proper manners and how much you just cussed. Somehow the owl looked disgruntled but amused at your antics at the same time. Throwing open the door you were almost down the hall when you decided to sprint back to pop your head into your bedroom, clutching the door frame until your fingers hurt.

“And by the way,” You said chirped, a little out of breath. “I know I’m still talking to an owl-but thank you. So much!” Letting slip another excited squeak, you run through the hall, thump down the stairs and to the kitchen where your parents sat, eager to tell them the news.

“I’m either about to pee myself of faint.” You say to yourself when Hagrid opens the gateway to Diagon Alley. He chuckles at the comment and leads you down the path. You marveled at everything, from the way the bricks moved by themselves when he touched them with his umbrella to the swift rush of voices and colors that engulfed you when you first stepped into Diagon Alley. It was so bright and beautiful; Shops of every kind lined the old cobblestone street, sales witches yelling advertisement for the latest magical product… Hundreds of children and their families crowded the street, adding to the overall buzz of enthusiasm in your heart. Hagrid took huge steps that were hard to keep up with as you went from store to store, buying everything on the list that was on the letter.

“Hagrid,” You started nervously, thinking deeper into the logic of how the wizarding world works. “How did I get the money to buy all these things? I’m not stealing-am I?”

Hagrid shook his bearded head. “Nah, yer parents had some money taken out o’ yer vault. Honestly, did ya think they’d leave ya penniless?”

The last store you visited was Madam Malkin’s robe shop, where the chubby old lady rushed around the shop, finding fabrics and measuring tape to make the perfect set of robes, tailored to your size. The bell rings, meaning a new customer had entered. Madam Malkin stepped away from you to attend to the client. You stood there next to the mirror, turning around to see how the robe fit. It looked amazing, to say the least. You would have to thank Madam Malkin later for the wonderful tailorship. With how enamored you were with the robe, you didn’t noticed the other figure in the mirror or that your new German Shepherd puppy had disappeared from your side and captured the interest of a boy who was waiting for his robe. You knew full well that technically, dogs weren’t on the list of animals allowed in Hogwarts, but maybe you could sneak the puppy in without anyone knowing. The boy sat in a plush chair with his Siamese kitten in his lap when your puppy ran up and started to run around his ankles, jumping up on its hind legs and licking his hand.

The kitten meowed and jumped down, making you turn around to see your puppy at the boys legs. Instead of fighting like cats and dogs should, both your pets began to play like old friends, running and rolling around. You cooed at how adorable it was, looking up and catching the boy’s eye. He looked away the moment you saw him staring and so did you. You didn’t notice the light pink tinge to his cheeks but still smiled while observing your pets playing, partly because of the animals and partly because of the boy. He was…cute, to say the least, with fluffy, light brown hair and wide dark brown eyes and thin lips that were currently stretched in a shy smile he was trying to hide. Hagrid lumbered into the room shortly after and it was time for you to go. You scooped your puppy into your arms and gave the boy one last grin, too shy to say goodbye. I hope he’s a first year. You think suddenly. Letting out a shaky laugh, you take back the thought. Nope, nope, no way. I am not distracting myself from my studies or mom and dad would kill me. So for the time being, you left the warm feeling alone.

One huge mistake you made was never preparing yourself for the actual trip to Hogwarts. Upon actually making it to Kings Cross you realized how great it would be if mom or dad were here. The reason your parents weren't there was the reason they were never at school events or field trips when you attended Muggle school; work. It was saddening at times, especially when you almost cried at Thanksgiving lunch at your school because they had not come yet again, but over time you got over it. Instead of whining about it you took the time to admire Kings Cross and how it had been renovated recently. Between the bits of old brick wall and the new metal beam and glass roof, it looked like the cross of an old medieval tale and something out of Star Trek. People bustled around to catch a train or just lounged on benches, waiting for their ride. A giant clock on one of the many arches showed ten forty-two.

“I don’t see Platform 9 ¾.” You said hurriedly, glancing at the clock every minute as the time for the train to depart grew closer. The Muggle escort your parents hired to help you on the train narrowed his eyes and just stared at you, determining if this was a trick or not. His attitude had been very nasty so far, refusing to talk to you or treat you like anything but a babbling child, which you were definitely not.

You huffed loudly at his lack of helpfulness and pushed the baggage trolley forward with determination. “Actually, you can just go now,” You say sweetly to the escort while gritting your teeth in the effort of pushing the heavy trolley. “It’s okay, really. I can find the train on my own.”

He gives you one last look of disapproval and shrugs his shoulders, turning around to trudge through the crowd of people back to the car. Wow, okay. You think, staring at where the escort had been moments ago. Not even a goodbye, then. Fine, fine. I didn’t like you anyways. Blowing a loud raspberry in the direction he disappeared, you sigh in defeat and decide not to go around asking Muggles questions that they wouldn’t know the answer to. Instead, you wander to the brick barriers between Platforms 9 and 10. You place a hand on one of the bricks, delicately running your fingers over the rough surface. You half expect it to push back as a secret button and make a passageway appear somewhere, but the barrier doesn’t move at all. Checking the clock again, it now reads ten fifty-one. Your breathing is uneven and you put a hand on your chest to steady it, not wanting to have an episode in front of fifty different people.

About to give up and cry, you grip the handle of your trolley and blink rapidly, pushing back tears. Out of nowhere a body rams into you, causing you to yelp, lose your footing and fall backwards, landing on your bum. The stranger falls forward in slow motion and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the impact. When it never comes, you open your eyes to see a young boy about your age on his hands and knees, leaning over you so much that you could feel his ragged breath on your cheek. You take a moment to calm down, lips still parted in shock and sigh, happy that no one got seriously hurt. The boy slowly turned beet red, darting up and muttering thousands of apologies. Before you could look at him better he had pulled you and and sprinted away, looking over his shoulder at you so often he almost ran into a wall. You sniggered at his flustered state, dusting yourself off, suddenly feeling a lot better than before. Just as you turned around to your trolley a pretty middle aged lady, no older than thirty almost bumped into you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, checking to see if you were hurt. “But have you seen my nephew? He was so excited to go to Hogwarts he must have run o-” She slapped a hand over her mouth and laughed nervously.

“Whoops, wasn’t supposed to say that,” She blurted. “Just ignore what I just said, it isn’t important. Anyway-my nephew has brown hair, brown eyes, kind of scrawny if you ask me.” The woman leaned in and whispered the last part, the amused look in her eyes signalling she was just teasing.

“He was-well I-” You stuttered, pointing behind you. The woman got your drift and nodded.

“Thank you, thank you! That Peter will just speed off, y’know?” She was about to rush past you when you tapped her on the shoulder.

“I was wondering if, uh,” You said quietly, wringing your hands. God, I hope she’s a witch. You think. Otherwise she’ll think I’m crazy too. “I was wondering if you could show me Platform 9 ¾?”

The woman clapped her hands rapidly, seemingly happy at your question. “Are you going to Hogwarts? First year? Oh that’s awesome, you’ll love it!” She beamed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “The way is right here, actually.” She pointed to the barrier you were standing near.

“All you have to do is walk right through the wall and you’re there! Best get going, though. It’s almost eleven!” You thanked her profusely, stuttering out almost inaudible words. She rushed off in the direction of the boy, calling his name. You turn to face the barrier and once again place your hand on the rough brick, this time on the side facing you instead of the side facing the train. When your hand disappeared into the wall you pulled it away as if burned. So it’s true. You silently thank the lady one more time. Oh thank god! Wheeling the trolley around you approach the barrier cautiously, taking slow steps until the wall is right in front of your face. Sucking in any fear, you push into the wall with closed eyes, opening them when you hear the whistle of a train. Platform 9 ¾ was there in front of you, the Hogwarts Express gleaming with a new paint job, letting out puffs of smoke now and then. The people here were very different than the ones outside. Little kids flew low to the ground on toy broomsticks while being chased their parents. People young and old wore robes of every color, some with giant hats and owls their outstretched arms. You could stare at the scene for hours but a portly man from one of the compartments called out that the train would be leaving in less than two minutes. Crap, crap, crap. Your mind chanted. You hurried to one of the helpers, giving them the luggage and taking one last look at the station and it’s waving parents before stepping into the train.

Most of the kids had already found compartments and the walkway was almost empty, save a few pet cats darting from room to room. You walked towards the back, peeking in each compartment to see if there were any empty. Or at least not packed full of children. You were not the kind of person to be very talkative and preferred to be left alone most of the time. Towards the last few rooms the amount of passengers dwindled until to your relief, there was an empty compartment. Plopping down right next to the window and observing everything that was going on outside was what you expected to do the entire trip. You carefully took your puppy, which you recently named Bear, out of the pocket of your black windbreaker and placed the wiggling ball of fluff on your lap, stroking the fur on her back. Your peace was interrupted when a kitten ran into the compartment and leaped onto the seat opposite of you. You picked Bear up from your lap and walked to the kitten.

“Hey buddy,” You said, ushering the kitten to you. “Where’s your owner, huh? I hope they know you’re gone…” The kitten walked off the seat into your arms, nuzzling its nose in your t-shirt. You noticed it looked like the same kitten the boy from Madam Malkin’s shop had.

“No way…” You trailed off, sitting back down next to Bear. “Are you the same little fur ball from earlier?”

As a response, thundering footsteps came from the walkway outside and a boy skidded to a halt at the doorway of your compartment. He spotted the kitten in your arms and his eyes lit up, looking relieved. It was as you predicted, the same brunette boy you had seen at the robe shop, his wavy hair now wild and unruly, huffing from running up and down the train to find his pet.

“Tessa!” He rushed into the compartment and the kitten leaped into his grasp, purring against his chest. “There you are! Thank god I found you.”

“Hi.” You said lamely, feeling very awkward. His looked up to see you wiggling your fingers in a small wave.

“Um-uhh...hello.” He stammers, his face growing pink again. “Can I-can I sit here? All the other compartments have a lot of people and I don’t r-really like loads of people ‘cuz it makes me-”

“Nervous?” You guess, patting the spot next to you. “Yeah, me too.”

He smiles like a hyperactive kid on sugar and sits next to you, allowing Tessa to wander out of his arms.

“Did you by chance lose your aunt at the train station?” You ask, wondering if today could get any weirder.

“May? Aunt May?” He says, looking very uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Why? Did she say something embarrassing? Whatever it is, it’s not-”

“Whoa, calm down there.” You laugh, holding your finger to his lips to silence him. He goes cross eyed trying to look down at your finger but you pull it away, realizing how strange the action was. Okay, you just made yourself look stupid in front of him. You scolded yourself. Good job. “She just described you so I could tell her which way you went.”

He relaxed in his seat, sighing in relief. “She also called you scrawny.” You added smugly, keeping in your laughter. The boy groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Of course she did. It’s not true-I’m-I’m bloody strong as an ox.” He defended and you let out a laugh.

“I’m sorry for running into you.” He said gently. “It you I ran into, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was. That’s okay though.” You assured him. “Today has been pretty crazy. I almost missed the train.”

“Ha! I can do you one better,” The boy joked, running a hand through his wild hair. “I got on the train as it was leaving!”

“Okay, you win.” You assured, snickering slightly and nudging his shoulder with yours. “I know we already sort of met each other a couple times but... I’m (Name).”

The permanent smile on his face widened and the pink on his face grew a bit more noticeable. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

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