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[sharks3ye]

It wont leave my head

[winslctrg]

I Love You, With A Touch Of Tragedy And Quite Madly. (Mildred Ratched x Reader)

summary: a regular day at work turns out to be not so regular

a/n: this is for @sassicaismysupreme surpriseeee i was ur secret fic writer. Not important, but this is my first fic ever so i hope it is any good!

warnings: slapping, angst!

Your relationship with Mildred was a fairytale. You were all sunshine and blue skies. Though some clouds might be there with the occasional rainy day, there were rarely thunderstorms.

Mildred only added to your sunshine. She has been like some sort of rainbow hanging above your little heart island, making it a happier place. Rainbows are rare and special, and that’s also how you looked at Mildred.

It had always been happy. You were used to it like that, and you liked it that way. No complications, no anxiety, no fears, no anger. Mildred was some sort of safe haven where you just never had any problems. That's probably why the situation affected you so much.

It was one of those blue sky, happy sunny days. You opened your eyes, closed them again against the rays that fell right through your curtains. You couldn't be annoyed for long though, because your head immediately met your sleeping girlfriend's.

Your mouth fell into a soft smile upon seeing her. She always seemed to have that effect on you, no matter where you guys were. It once even happened at a funeral, and Mildred had to give u a soft warning glare. Not that that helped though, it only made you smile more. She made you smile. At home, at work, in the grocery store, on the street, at parties, anywhere at anytime. She was quite simply everything to you.

You pressed a soft kiss on her temple “Wake up darling, we’ll be late.” You whispered, before running your hand softly through her hair. The sun made her features even more gorgeous than they usually were, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and her beautiful big lips. Your hand left her hair and ran softly from the forming frown between her eyebrows all the way down to her nose before putting it on her now blushing cheeks.

“Goodmorning sunshine.” You giggled. A soft smile spread on Mildred’s face as she finally opened her eyes. Her brown eyes looked nearly gold because of the sun. You begged. Wished to stay like this forever, but the alarm went off, pulling you both out of your trances. You grinned at her before you sat up and grabbed her wrist. She positioned herself right in your arms. You let your nose slip into her beautiful reddish-brown hair, smelling her expensive shampoo.

You never got used to moments like these. They made your heart race, and you were sure it also grew 3 times bigger. “I love you” you whispered into her hair, as if making a promise to yourself that your heart would forever beat for her. “I love you too honey.” She said before yawning. “Aww are you sleepy baby?” you teased. “Did i wear you out last night?” your said, and you winked at her. Mildred glared at you, but you could see the pink tones covering her ears and cheeks. You kissed her softly, before pulling away again but resting your forehead against hers, noses touching. “We have to get ready.” You whispered. “I know.” She replied. She put her soft hands on your cheeks, as her long slender thumbs started stroking the area right beside your nose. “I love you.” You said again, just for the sake of reassuring your promise to her. She knew, because she smiled and when you looked deep into her warm brown eyes you saw that same promise. “I love you too, lets get dressed.”

You were in the car to work, both of you working at the hospital. Mildred drove, always. You did try once, but then nearly hit a car because you were too busy staring at her. You didn’t mind not driving, it meant you could stare at her without the posibillity of killing an entire family and their dog.

As you both arrived on the parking lot, you made sure your hat was on right and straightened Mildred’s too. You glanced around, saw nobody and kissed her. It always cleared your mind, kissing her. It seemed to draw out any negative feelings and fill your head with love, much like a love potion.

You both stepped out of the car and went to your respective entrances. You gave Mildred a small smile before parting.

Work went slowly, but good. You were good friends with Huck, and he made time speed up just a little faster, plus seeing Mildred at lunch really made you optimistic again.

After lunch, Mildred called you and Huck to a treatment room. There was a girl there, around your age, and she looked frightened.

“Nurse Finnigan, nurse y/l/n, this is miss Ruth Davis. She’s here because of unexplainable feelings towards women, which is simply unacceptable, don’t you guys think?” You pushed up an eyebrow and looked at Huck, who also had a confused expression on his face. “Well?” Mildred asked, a slight tinge to her tone now. Huck cleared his throat. “Yeah uh sure, unacceptable.”

You, however shook your head. “I don’t think she should be tortured simply for liking women. I don’t see a problem with it honestly.” You said as calmly as you could. You met Hucks gaze, saw his shocked eyes but also his slight grin. You averted your gaze to meet Mildreds eyes, saw a flash of panic. Panic? No, now it was definitely anger. “Nurse y/l/n thats incredibly inappropriate. I suggest you find another job if you think that way.” She said, her voice sounded a little too forced for your liking. “I’d gladly do, but um I know you don’t have a problem with it either.” You said and moved your head to look at the girl. “She doesn’t,” you told her. “I’d know-“

Before you had the time to finish your sentence, you felt a hard burning on your cheek and you stumbled tot he ground. She had hit you. Your mind was running 800 miles per second. You stared back up at her with tears threatening to come out of your eyes.

“I should’ve known it wasn’t real, right? That this was all a big game to you. That you didn’t actually care about me.” You whispered and you tried to lean on your shakey hands. “I’m sorry for believing you didn’t actually hate me, I’m sorry you had to keep your act up for so long. I just thought-“ your voice broke mid sentence. “I thought we were happy.” You blinked. Didn’t, couldn’t look at her. You opened your mouth to speak again, but instead a sob made it’s way out. You shook your head feverently and ran past her. “Don’t come after me.” You murmered as your shoulders touched. Away. Away. Away.

You didn’t know how long you had ran for, you wondered how you had even kept on going that far. Breathing was becoming, air scraping it’s way through your lungs, making them bleed. Doesn’t matter, you told yourself. It definitley wasn’t bleeding as badly as your heart

You only ever wanted to be hers. To watch the sunset with her ever night in the summer, and sit by the ocean just because you could. To give her hugs for warmth when she had underestimated the cool sting of the autumn air. To hold her hand on walks during the snow in the winter, and buy her the perfect christmas presents. To pick her some blooming daisies and lavender and violets in the spring and make a bouqet, just for her. You wanted to make her feel wanted.

You came to a halt as you realized where you had run to. Her house. Because that was home. She was. Your face crumpled and you started sobbing. You rand to the nearest wall to steady yourself, before giving up and letting yourself slide down the wall. You let your head fall in your hands and buried your shaking fingers in your hair.

“Yes, I’m scared of you! You hit me!” you screamed out, voice breaking halfway through out of frustration, anger and love. That one was hard to admit, but you knew you were mad because you loved her. Because you had spent months making a flower garden with all of your memories, and all that you knew of her, and all of your feelings, and she had just set it on fire.

“Look y/n I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do.” She said. Her voice was soft and you tried to listen for any sign of a lie. You couldn’t find any. You whipped your head up, glaring at her with such passion that even you were scared of what you were capable of. “You should’ve thought about that before you put you whole palm on my face, don’t you think?” you snarled. You saw her chin tremble, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You know, you always tell your patients not to be afraid, but i don’t think there’s anyone that’s more scared than you. I know you are, don’t even pretend you aren’t. I know you.” You paused for a second, took a shaky breath in, cursed at yourself internally. “You might not know it, but I do. 4 months don’t just go by, Mildred. Neither for you nor for me.”

You saw a tear slip out of her eye. “I’m so sorry y/n. I do know. I do care. I’m sorry.” She breathed, and you could practically hear your heart break. “I don’t know what to do, but I do care. I can’t-“ her sentence got broken up by a big intake of breath, before a loud sob escaped her mouth. “I was so scared.” She cried. Your eyebrow pushed up. You should've known she was afraid, should've known she never agreed to do the therapy, should’ve known you burnt your own flowers the minute you started talking. But you were confused, and you felt hurt and you reacted on that.

You didn't even think about her feelings, if you were going to be honest with yourself. You wanted to feel guilty, but deep down you knew you couldn’t blame yourself. She hurt you, she hit you and that wasn’t going to be forgotten in a heartbeat.

But you loved her. More than anything. And so you tried to pick up all of the broken pieces, yours and hers, and tried to glue all of it into one big love ball.

“I’m not gonna say that its okay, Mildred, because it’s not and you know that.” You started. You saw her eyes scarily looking up into yours. You took a deep breath in before continuing. “But this doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore.” Her eyes watered again. “It doesn’t?” You shook your head. “No it doesn’t, but you try doing that again and I won’t give you another chance.” Mildred shook her head violently. “Alright, come on, we’ll go home.”

That night before you guys went to bed, you approached her.

“Mildred,” you said as she was going to the bathroom. She turned around, her beautiful curls falling just right over her shoulders. “Yeah?” she said. You smiled. “I love you.” She hid a small blush while turning back around. “I love you too darling.” She replied. You smiled to yourself. Though this was too big of an issue to just blow over, you knew you and Mildred would work through it. Because you loved her, even if it was tragedy sometimes.

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jealous

spencer reid x reader

summary ↠ spencer comes to terms with the fact that the reader will never love him the way he loves her.

category ↠ angst

warnings/includes ↠ heartbreak, unrequited love.

word count ↠ 2.6k

“But I always thought you’d come back, tell me that all you found was heartbreak and misery.” — Jealous by Labrinth

‘I'm jealous of the rain

That falls upon your skin

It's closer than my hands have been

I'm jealous of the rain’

Spencer loved the rain. 

Well, not exactly. He loved to watch how it fell from the grey, angry clouds above as he sat warm and cosy in his apartment. He loved the rain if he was safe inside. He wouldn’tlike to get caught in a downpour, however. 

He watched contently as the droplets fell against the window, staining the glass and jarring his view of the street below. It made him feel peaceful, and he would argue that there was no better sound to read to than that of the rain. 

His focus dropped from the copy of ‘War and Peace’ in his hands, his mind focused on something else entirely. 

Not so much something but someone. 

Y/N had been Spencer’s closest friend for years at that point, having met him a few months after he’d started working at the BAU. 

They spent pretty much any moment they could together. Spencer took her to museum exhibits and art galleries and she would listen intently as he rambled. He’d always stop mid-sentence and blush, apologising for getting ahead of himself but she’d simply smile and shake her head. 

“You don’t ever have to apologise for sharing your wonderful knowledge with me, Spence. You know I could listen to you all day,” She’d say, “Keep going, please?”

He never could say no to her. 

If there was anyone in the world he felt most comfortable with, it was her. She never ridiculed him or babied him like the team had a habit of doing. If there was a case that ended poorly she never pushed for him to confide in her, giving him the time and space to disclose his feelings when he was ready (something he was incredibly grateful for.)

For a long while, things were strictly platonic for Spencer. One day she was his best friend, the person he felt the most himself around, and the next day it was something more. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment in which his feelings for her changed, or what had caused them too. Since when had her welcoming hugs begun feel so warm? At what point had her giggle caused the butterflies in his stomach that he’d only ever read of in great poetry or love stories?

He tried to push the feelings away, he really did, but ultimately his attempts to avoid his newfound affection for her were fruitless. Nothing could be done, he finally had to face the facts. He was in love with her. In love with every adorable quirk, every smile, and every part of her; even the parts she deemed unworthy and ugly, he loved them all the same. 

He wanted her to be his so badly. 

There was only one slight problem. 

Y/N wasn’t his to have. She had a boyfriend, a long term one at that. She was in a committed relationship with a man that wasn’t Spencer and he’d still allowed himself to fall in love with her. 

Nice one, Spencer. 

*

Spencer looked up at the clouds above him, frowning at the sight of the different shades of grey they were. He looked over at Y/N who walked alongside him. He’d gotten them tickets to a Russian Film festival, and he’d insisted she went with him so he could do a simultaneous whisper translation while they watched. 

“It looks like it’s going to rain.” He broke the comfortable silence between them, his voice wavering slightly. 

She looked up, a grin coming to her lips at the sight. “I hope it does, you know I like the rain.” 

He chuckled lightly at that. “I do too! But who wants to be caught in it and end up soaking wet?” 

She gasped in mock hurt. “I’m sorry Mr. 187, maybe I want to get caught in the rain, like a scene in some cheesy rom-com.”

He shook his head at her, his gaze dropping back down to look at the pavement beneath them.

Then the downpour started, just as Spencer had predicted. The rain was heavy and cold, essentially soaking them in seconds. 

Spencer ducked under nearby shelter, pulling his coat tighter around him. He looked back over at Y/N, surprised to find her stood out in the rain, her arms outstretched and a grin on her lips. 

“Y/N! What are you doing? You’re gonna get cold!” He shouted out, trying to make himself heard over the loud pelts of rain. 

“I’ll be fine!” She called back. 

“You know there’s a widespread myth that you lose the most body heat through your head. Studies have actually concluded that you only lose about ten percent of heat through your head.” Spencer shouted, and she turned to him with a smile, one that dismissed his facts. “You’re not even wearing a jacket, Y/N!”

“You know as well as I do, Doctor, that there’s no direct correlation between the rain and getting sick, so don’t even try that with me.” 

“You’re right, but there’s a very real chance of hypothermia. Actually, last year it was reported that approximately 700 people in the US died of hypothermia-”

“Spence!” She grinned, politely interrupting his statistics. “Come join me! Live a little!” 

He shook his head adamantly. “I’m okay, thank you. But you carry on.” 

He watched on in awe at the sight before him. He pushed all the statistics on the probability of her getting sick to the back of his head, focused on how she looked it that moment. Her body was lit only by pale moonlight and dim streetlamps, but Spencer thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

He should’ve told her, then. Should’ve told her how much he loved her, how he could give her everything she craved, more than her boyfriend ever could. He wondered how he would put into words that he’d find a way to give her the world if she asked for it. 

But he said nothing. 

He could envision himself saying it.

He allowed himself to dream of speaking the words, how her face would light up and he’d finally get to hold her the way he yearned to. He thought of how proud Garcia would be of him since she’d practically been begging him to make a move ever since she learned of the situation. (” It’s not that simple, Garcia. She has a boyfriend!” “That’s a minor detail, Reid!”)

He could picture himself saying the words. He could see how she’d look over at him with those adorably furrowed brows and stunning eyes. The rain would pour over them like in the scene from Pride and Prejudice, as he finally dared to say the words he’d held onto for so very long. 

‘I love you, most ardently.’

His very own Elizabeth Bennet.

But he said nothing.

Instead, when she came back over to him, her figure shivering as the cold finally set in, he simply offered her a cheeky grin. A simple look that said, ‘I told you so’. He quickly shrugged off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, waving off her protests that he was going to get cold now.

As if that mattered, as long as she was warm.

*

Any attempt to sleep seemed useless. No matter how many poems he read to himself in his mind, sleep simply wasn’t coming. With a frustrated huff he moved to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling defeatedly. Although he wished it wouldn’t, his mind travelled to Y/N. His heart lurched and just the thought of her, accompanied by the newest of the plethora of emotions he was feeling- jealousy. He wondered if her boyfriend knew just how lucky he was to be lying next to her, to have the privilege of holding her close, of telling her he loved her. 

Spencer wasn’t a possessive man, he knew very well that Y/N didn’t belong to him, nor did she belong to anyone. She wasn’t an object to be had, and Spencer would never treat her as such. However, he found himself wishing to a being he wasn’t sure he believed in that she would be his. Perhaps it was selfish and wrong, to hope that she’d turn up heartbroken on his doorstep so that he could pick up the pieces of her broken by another man. It was definitely selfish to wish her so much heartache so that he could ultimately get what he wanted.  

He recognised that she didn’t owe him anything. She didn’t owe him her love in return for his. But that almost made it worse; that this situation was nobody’s fault. It wasn’t Y/N’s fault for not returning his affections, nor was it her boyfriends’. It wasn’t Spencer’s fault either, he knew that deep down. He knew that no matter how many times he wished he’d told her sooner, before another man had swept her away, it wouldn’t have changed her feelings for him. 

It almost brought him to tears. It’d be easier, he thought, easier if she did something that made me hate her. But he didn’t hate her, he didn’t think he ever could. He loved her more than he’d ever loved anyone or anything and there no words to describe the burning pain in his chest as the realisation that he was all alone dawned on him. 

Y/N didn’t love him. At least, not in the way he wanted her too. 

He could almost kid himself into thinking that she was going to knock on his door, tell him she’d left her boyfriend and confess her love for him. It was silly, and really doing him more damage than good to indulge in this self-serving fantasy he’d created, but it was the only thing that gave him enough peace to finally fall into slumber. 

*

He nearly said it one day.

It was a Friday evening, and they were sat together at his apartment, having just finished watching a bunch of films. Y/N was mid-tangent about an interesting fan theory she’d read up on, while Spencer sat next to her trying to clear his thoughts. 

His mind was screaming at him, this is it, it said, this is your chance. He knew it was selfish, quite possibly the most selfish thing he’d ever do. Especially when she was with someone else, the man she was building a life with- and Spencer was going to tear it all down with three simple words. 

The most selfish thing he’d ever do. 

And some part of him, some silly, hopelessly romantic part of him told him she wasn’t going to reject him. No, instead, she would admit she loved him too- and everything would be okay. Right? 

“Y/N I-“ He interrupted her, and she looked over surprised as she stopped talking. She took in his tone of voice; how pained it sounded. She watched at how he cringed for interrupting her, his trembling hands coming to clutch fistfuls of his beige coloured cardigan in a nervous attempt to calm himself.

He evidently had something he needed to get off his chest.

“Yeah, Spence?” She prodded when he didn’t speak.

“I- I have to tell you something, something I should’ve told you a long time ago.” He rushed out, his voice shaking. He knew he’d have to force himself to say the words. He told himself to stop thinking so hard and just say them, because he knew all too well that he wouldn’t get the opportunity again. 

“Okay. It’s okay, take your time. It’s just me.”

“I-I” He stuttered, trying to force the three simple words to leave his lips but he couldn’t seem to do it. He desperately wanted to, and it ached because he could feel them on the tip of his tongue.

Then his eyes met hers, and he stopped. His brain seemed to grant him a moment of clarity among the chaos and overwhelming thoughts. He tried to profile her, to use what he knew about human behaviour and how he’d read once that the eyes were the windows to the soul. He recalled how happy she always was when she spoke of her boyfriend, and Spencer couldn’t deny that from what he’d heard, he treated her well. Like she deserved. It shattered his heart all over again, but how could he sit there and tear away the happiness of the woman he loved? He knew what him confessing would do to her. She’d go into overdrive trying to compensate for not feeling the same, overexert herself trying to be the greatest friend she could be — and all the while she’d smile, as though the knowledge that she’d (unintentionally) hurt her best friend wasn’t killing her inside. 

He couldn’t do that to her. 

Not as he stared at her now, her worried eyes on him as she tried to figure out how to help him. 

He couldn’t hurt her like that. 

Spencer would hurt himself a hundred times over if it meant she was unharmed. He supposed that was what the meaning of love really was. Sacrificing yourself for the one you love. 

He gave a sad smile and shook his head. “Um, you know what? It’s nothing.”

Her eyebrows knitted together as she scoffed. “Seriously? You’re gonna leave me hanging like that?” Her tone was amused although she feigned disappointment. 

“Guess so.” He forced a chuckle, and Y/N opened her mouth to speak before the sound of her phone ringing cut through the air. She looked over at it, a small smile reaching her features at the sight of the name that flashed across the screen. 

“Is that your boyfriend calling?” Spencer asked quietly. 

She nodded. “I’ll tell him to call back later.” She moved her hand to click decline but Spencer’s voice stopped her. 

“No. It’s okay. You should answer it now, it might be important.”

She seemed hesitant but nodded nonetheless, moving a few paces away from him before answering and talking softly into the phone. A few minutes later she hung up. 

“Everything okay?” Spencer questioned. 

She hummed. “Of course. He just wanted to know if I wanted to grab dinner with him, but I told him I’ve got plans with you-”

“No- no- you should go. With him.” Spencer breathed out.

“Are you sure? I thought we were gonna order in from that Chinese place you love?”

He gave her a small shrug. “We can take a rain check. You should go, I-I wouldn’t want you to be late for dinner.”

She frowned over at him, pocketing her phone as she moved closer to him. She clasped his shoulders in her hands and pulled her to him in a hug. He tensed at the initial contact, but eventually he relaxed into her hold and wrapped his arms around her. 

“You know you can tell me anything?” She promised, her voice soft, warm. 

“I know.” His voice broke, and his throat burned with the sob he was holding back.

She pulled back, concern on her features as she hesitantly let go of him. She promised she would give him a call later that evening before leaving the apartment.

Spencer stood for a moment; eyes fixated on the door as it closed behind her. 

He wondered how he was ever going to move on from her, from the dreams of a future that was so close but just barely out of reach.

Ultimately, he wasn’t jealous of the man who got to have her. 

He was jealous of the fact that she was happy because he could only wish that he was happy too.

‘It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way

You're happy without me’

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[melancholy-mikey]

New perspective | C.H

summary: reader has never managed to get herself off, and in the middle of a rather disappointing masturbation session, Calum comes to her rescue.

word count: 1950+

pairing: Calum Hood x fem!reader

includes: intense sexual themes, brief mentions of masturbation, oral (female receiving)

song rec: new perspective - panic! at the disco

a/n: thoughts and feedback are greatly appreciated, my loves :)

With a huff, her shoulders slumped disappointedly, her lips curling down ever so slightly out of frustration. She muttered a couple inaudible expletives under her breath, her body just not cooperating with her like she had wanted it to.

Yet again, she had attempted trying it, though to no avail, and she hadn't a clue what on earth she could be doing wrong. Was it her fingers? Were they not long enough? Maybe she was doing it wrong. Whatever it was, she just couldn't get herself off. She had tried countless of times, over and over again, and it felt good, really good, however the build up she had worked so hard for just never seemed to release. The feeling in the pit of her stomach never erupted, her legs would tremble, the feeling so astonishing, as if she was at her peak. She wasn't. She never let go, just came down from a load of worked up pleasure, not an orgasm. And even though she knew she couldn't help it, she still decided to blame herself, fingers fiddling with the blankets that barely covered her naked bottom half as she lay in her bed.

She had been staying in a rather luxurious villa with her friends, Luke insisting that she tag along on their holiday, claiming it would be a good time to get some inspiration, though it was a given that all he wanted was a bit of freedom, some sun and sea would do him good. So, with a room all to herself, she certainly wasn't going to put it to waste. She would relax herself as much as she could, and she had a method in mind, she was just very unfortunate. This wasn't at all different to any normal day. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face in misfortune, the sheets shifting along her bare breasts, the little droplets of sweat she had earned still accumulated her forehead.

"Need some help, darling?" Her head snapped to the intruder, eyes widening before quickly shoving the sheets over her body, trying her hardest not to let that strawberry blush coat her cheeks, though she became noticeably flushed and if the room hadn't been so dark, she was more than sure he would've seen it. He would've smirked, but that would've been no different to what was painted upon his lips already.

"Please. Go away," she spoke exasperated, chest heaving, not only from her friend Calum, but from the built up frustration she had given herself.

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, easing himself away from the doorframe and quickly closing the door. It had only been open a crack, though maybe it was the noises she had made, disappointment and satisfaction. She had a feeling that was it.

"Come on, baby," the moonlight reflected off his eyes as he moved deeper into her room, "you seem so frustrated," he was extremely right, and the enticing look in his eyes almost immediately made her want to say yes, however she wasn't so sure, her mind flickering with possible scenarios of the morning after. She just hoped to god it wouldn't be awkward.

"You'll be able to finally cum, and I," he smiled whilst biting that pretty bottom lip of his. "Well, I get to see this gorgeous body of yours, don't I, pretty girl?" She whimpered slightly, though loud enough for Calum to hear. He smirked, crouching down next to her side of the bed, grasping the covers and peeling them away from her body. She was completely naked, a light sheen of sweat coated her body and made her look so deliciously sexy, he couldn't refrain his cock from twitching under his jeans at the sight.

His eyes flickered to the sight of her two fingers, her slick noticeably coating two of her digits. Grabbing a hold of her wrist, he brought them to his mouth, letting her slip her fingers into his mouth at her own accord, humming around them from the taste, mouth detaching from them with a pop.

"Tell me, sweetie," his one hand trailed along her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek causing ear eyes to flutter shut. "Has any man made you cum?"

She shook her head, no, completely under his spell, utterly smitten and her submissive side coming out to play.

"Good," he smiled, "I'm the only man that can," she bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes, his body now on top of hers, hovering over her dominantly.

"I-I'm not sure if you can," she muttered, not intending to sound playful nor cocky, but more insecure and shy. She didn't want to disappoint, and he could see that as he stared at her with glossy eyes and smiling lips.

"Well, we'll see about that," his face was inches away from hers, mouth ghosting over her lips, teasing her by pulling away before she pushed towards him. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl."

His mouth attached to hers firmly, their lips coming together into a hard but nonetheless passionate kiss, one hand supporting him above her, while the other weaved itself into her hair, tugging and pulling ever so slightly earning little groans in response.

Her heart rate grew furious, thumping in her ears from the close proximity of Calum. He had always been a flirt, though she had the idea that he was like this with anything that had a pulse. She just shrugged it off, she didn't consider herself as anyone special, though the moment he stepped foot into her bedroom, she couldn't ignore that hint of excitement and need in the pit of her stomach, not even beginning to acknowledge the crush that she had built up on him for god knows how long.

Strong hands traveled down her sides, squeezing her hips before stopping in their tracks, smoothing over the apex of her thighs softly, feeling her skin beneath his rough fingertips. Spreading her legs apart at the knee, he took in the sight of her, her bare pussy in front of him completely catching him off guard by how wet she had become.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathed, "you're dripping." Her hands stroked up and down his already bare back - Calum decided on discarding it way before he had even gotten outside of her door. "Messy girl."

With a quick peck to her lips and a slight adjustment in his position, his head was between her legs, his already bruised lips trailing up the inside of her thighs, switching sides between every kiss. Her hips bucked up impatiently, whining every now and again for him to get on with it, though she inwardly enjoyed the attention he was paying to her, the time he was taking and how attentively he spent it, she enjoyed that very much.

"You have no idea. How long. I've been waiting to do this." His voice was muffled by her skin as he spoke through kisses. "How long I've been waiting to kiss you, to taste you," he paused all movements, using this time to gaze into her pretty eyes. "To fuck you," she let out an involuntary moan, chest puffing up and down from how heavy her breathing had gotten. It was all because of him, because of Calum.

"God, babe, we've been friends for years and seeing you with other guys, it makes me- it makes me jealous," he nipped at a patch of skin on her left leg, so, so close to her pussy it almost hurt from how frustrated she had gotten. Though it was nothing compared to only moments ago, this was the good kind.

"And knowing that they didn't pleasure my baby girl- I gotta make you feel good, my darling," he stuttered slightly, the look in his eyes getting harsher, irises getting increasingly darker, his words made the thumping of her clit increase in pace, causing her to struggle in his tight yet tolerable grasp.

"Only I am able to make you cum, princess," he smirked, "nobody else. Just me."

Without even a hint of a warning, his lips were around her peaked clit, throbbing furiously and finally getting the satisfaction she needed. His tongue swiped over her bundle of nerves, sucking harshly whilst collecting her arousal for extra lubricant. Breathy moans and whiny whimpers sounded throughout the room, y/n couldn't help but to let the noises slip, even after trying ever so hard to keep them in. She knew she was a goner the minute his tongue slipped inside of her, thrusting in and out of her so skillfully, for a second she had wondered how many girls he had possibly done this to. Though she quickly shook that from her mind, she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could, afraid she wouldn't ever experience this kind of pleasure again.

"O-oh, Cal!" Her head snapped back, eyes squeezing shut, such obscene noises falling from her lips, she hadn't a clue she had it in her.

"Feels so good," she could feel him smirk against her heat, joyous to have his gorgeous girl moaning his name like that.

He knew he was good, but he didn't quite realise how much exactly.

The cockiness soon faded, however, as she tugged at his short hair, her lips stuttering as she tried desperately to get her chosen words out.

"I-I'm going to cum, Calum." her voice came out in gasps, her breathing far from steady as she braced herself for the impact that was about to come. She knew it would be big, after all, she hadn't really ever experienced an orgasm before. "Cal, I'm so close. I'm so, so close. So close,"

"I know, darling, let go for me," he decided against adding a finger inside of her, knowing that if he did, it would be too much. She hadn't ever felt this good before, God, Calum felt like a dream. Course, she had been with other men, though the few she had been with never managed to make her feel as good as he did, let alone get her to cum. "I want you to make me proud, babe. I want you to cum on my tongue."

With one last swipe of his tongue and a couple kitten licks towards her clit, her legs had started to shake, her orgasm washing over her like an immense tidal wave she would be lucky to get away from. No words, nor noises (except the little grunts that managed to escape) fell from her lips. Her body stuttered silently, pussy quivering, clit still throbbing though not in need, in satisfaction. Satisfaction from letting go. Letting go after such a long time of building up her release though never managing to chase it down, always letting it slip through her fingers at the last second. Not this time.

Coming down from her high, she began to laugh, her sweet little breathy giggles bouncing off the walls and becoming a new form of music to his ears as his mouth detached from her, smiling up at her cheekily, though the adoration and awe was evident and obvious in his smiling eyes.

"D'that feel good, princess?" He questioned, already knowing her answer, just wanting the satisfaction of hearing how good he had been, letting out what sounded like a purr from him as a response to her grateful answer. He climbed up next to her, being ever so careful where he put his hands, knowing how sensitive she had gotten, her pretty figure still trembling.

"Rest up, my love." His hands cradled her cheeks warmly, nuzzling his nose against hers, though eyes still dark with what she guessed was lust. "We've got a lot to get through."

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Better With You - Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: If you can could you please do one about Tommy having a sort of possessive claim over you (not in an abusive way of course) even though you’ve never looked at him in that way, and when Michael comes into the family again you two get close, which makes Tommy extremely jealous.

Requested by: Anonymous

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: Thomas has known (Y/N) for all of her life and loved her for most part of his, always disguising his claim on her as friendly protectiveness. What happens when Michael makes his way back into the family and starts to get a little too close to her for Tommy’s liking?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, mild smut (?).

Word Count: 3526

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you all have fun reading it too. An especial thank to @the-friendly-editor​ for helping me edit this, it meant a lot to me. Tags are at the end of the post, if you want to be add send me a message. I would love to hear what you think of it, your feedback is always appreciated.

 Things you should consider before reading this:

1. I named the Shelby’s mother Anastasia because I felt like I needed to do that. Also, I know that there is a lot of discussion about Finn and the rest of the Shelbys having the same mother or not. I just assumed that they all have the same mother and she died a little after giving birth to Finn. It is not something groundbreaking for the fic but I wanted to clarify just in case.

2. The boys went to war right at the beginning of it; I just ignored the information given to us by “The Ballad of Tommy Shelby”.

3. I probably forgot to warn you about something, I’m sorry.

 (Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name | (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

If you asked Tommy how long he had known (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he wouldn’t know how to answer—fuck, it seemed like the woman had been in his life forever.

He remembered the day his mother had brought him to the (Y/L/N)’s house for them to meet the new baby. Four-year-old Tommy had complained all the way to their neighbor’s house, much to his older brother’s amusement, until their mother had given him a scolding. (Y/N)’s birth had been the talk of Watery Lane. They finally had a sweet little girl for the neighborhood to dote on.

With two sons, Anastasia was more than happy to welcome the little girl into their lives, not so secretly longing to have a daughter, and that was the reason for Tommy to be fussing over going to see the newborn—jealousy.

However, nothing could have prepared little Tommy for what was about to happen when his mother sat him down on the couch and Mrs. (Y/L/N) put the bundle of covers in his arms—his icy blue eyes stared down at baby (Y/N), who stopped crying instantly when she looked up at him with bright (Y/E/C) eyes of her own. From that moment on, Tommy knew that he would always love her.

And love her he did, since that day and throughout all of their lives. He would raise hell at home for his mother to bring him to the (Y/L/N)’s home so he could see (Y/N), and the three adults would all be astonished at how easily the baby would stop crying when she was in his arms. It wasn’t really a surprise that the first word she babbled was “Tom” or that when she started walking, on wobbly feet, it was Tommy she was seeking.

As they grew up, they grew closer, until it became almost impossible to have one without the other. When Ada was born, Tommy was worried about the possibility that (Y/N) would forget about him, that she would be too enchanted by having another girl around. Instead, as the time passed, he discovered that his little sister was one more reason for (Y/N) to spend more time at the Shelby home.

Even when he started messing around with the boys on the street, and she befriended other girls at school, they would still seek each other out whenever they could. They stuck together when their teenage years came, when Tommy started fooling around with girls from school and secretly scaring down most of the boys that showed any interest in (Y/N).

At least, he did until the day she came crying to him about not being good enough or pretty enough for anybody, not like the girls he would go out with, and breaking his heart; that certainly wasn’t what he had in mind when chasing down the boys. All he had wanted was to protect her, to make sure that she wouldn’t exchange him for some other boy. He wanted to ensure that she was his and his only.

That was actually the reason that led to their first kiss—her first kiss—(Y/N/N) had asked him, pleaded with him, through all the tears to just kiss her and get it done. Fifteen-year-old (Y/N) was sure that nobody would ever want her, and she wanted to experience it at least once. She told Tommy he was the only one she trusted with the task.

“It will mean nothing to you, Tom. You have kissed a million other girls already—I will just be another one for you—but it’s important to me. Please, Tom? Please, please.”

Her pleas had won him over, but (Y/N)’s words couldn’t have been further from the truth—the kiss had meant something for him. It had meant more than he predicted when he gave in to her begging, because the moment their lips touched, Tommy realized he was in love with his best friend and the worst part was that she didn’t had a fucking clue about it.

Then Tommy did what he did best; he pretended that it never happened, pushing it away and never talking to anyone about the kiss or his feelings. He stopped chasing down the boys who would show interest in (Y/N) and watched as she eventually started going out with some of them, laughing with him about how stupid she was to think that no one would ever like her.

When her first boyfriend got too handsy and she broke up with him—not before giving him a good left hook that left him with a very black eye, just like Tommy had taught her—(Y/N) had gone straight to the Shelby home, looking for comfort in his arms. Tommy pretended that the gnawing feeling in his chest was nothing but brotherly protectiveness instead of anger, jealousy and possessiveness—a destructive combination, especially on a Shelby boy.

(Y/N) had stayed with him that night, and the both of them slept together like they used to when they were kids. First thing in the morning the next day, right after he left her at her own house, he found her now ex-boyfriend and beat him up. Arthur and Freddie had to get him off of the guy, afraid of what he would end up doing if they didn’t stop him.

After that, Tommy had focused on channeling his frustrations into going out with every girl in town that wasn’t her. It wasn’t difficult, he was good looking and charming and he was very aware of it; that’s how he met Greta, and thought that he could get over his feelings for his best friend with her.

Greta’s parents were against their involvement at first, but he charmed them, so they started dating. His heart broke down when (Y/N) found out and showed genuine happiness for him having finally found somebody to settle down with.

Tommy’s plan was to end things between them. However, Greta fell ill and he didn’t have the heart to break up with her, so he stayed by her side until she passed. (Y/N) gave him support in the only way she knew how: by loving him.

Just not in the way he wanted her to.

When they thought that things would go back to normal, the War exploded and Tommy did the only thing he considered right in his eyes: he enlisted alongside his brothers. Their first fight had taken place on the night he told her he was leaving for France in two weeks. (Y/N) had hit and screamed at him until he was able to take a hold on her and then, then she cried in his arms the whole night, afraid that she would lose him forever.

They did the best they could with those two weeks. Once more, nothing could have prepared Tommy for (Y/N)’s appeal the night before he was shipping to France. She had come to him right after dinner. Her father was preparing himself to leave, too, and both of the (Y/L/N) women were enjoying whatever time they had left with him before he was gone.

As they both laid there in his bed, resting in each other’s arms and staring at the ceiling, (Y/N) made the decision that would seal his fate if he could survive the war.

“Make love to me.”

It wasn’t a question, nor a request—she was simply telling him to make love to her like this was the most logical thing in the world. His breath caught in his throat, preventing him from answering at first, and (Y/N/N) took that as a cue to reassure him.

“It will be like my first kiss, Tommy, just something I have to get over with. I want it to be you. I trust you. Let me give you at least one last good memory of me before you go.”

Again, he caved in, not needing much more convincing than the certainty in her eyes as she looked down at him, propped up on one elbow. Her hand rested unintentionally above his heart. Granting her wishes, he let himself dive into his own desires, touching her the way he had wanted since they had kissed for the first time.

He worked her body like a delicate instrument and pulled at her strings smoothly, engraving every beautiful sound that he coaxed out of her and the feel of her under his fingertips in his memory. When morning came, they were still a mess of limbs intertwined together, trying to hold on to a last thread of hope and imprint the last few hours on their memories.

In a way, (Y/N) was right. The boy that entered that train in 1914 wasn’t the same that got out of it in 1918. Yet, his love for her never faltered; it just became a tad more… dangerous.

Thomas lost count of how many letters they had exchanged during the past four years. He lost count of how many times he dreamt of her, of coming back home and telling her how he felt. However, any courage he had gathered vanished the moment he saw her waiting for him at the train station. He couldn’t condemn her to a life by his side, he had already taken enough from her.

Polly had told him in her letters how (Y/N/N) had helped her with the business, with the house, with Finn, and with any other thing she could. Especially after her mother, who had given up on life after Mr. (Y/L/N) was killed in combat, passed. A part of him felt guilty for not being there for her as much as she was for him when his mother passed and his father left.

“She’s a Shelby now.”

That’s what Polly had said when he asked her if (Y/N) had any remaining family.

Not much changed when they returned. (Y/N/N) still worked with them. She spent more time at the Shelby home and the gambling den than at her own place. The two of them still sought each other out, not talking much, but enjoying each other’s company. It was in those quiet moments with her that Tommy had a little peace.

Thomas drowned himself in work to forget it all, wanting to expand the business, unleashing his ambitions so long smothered by the war. They found the guns, in a strike of luck, he thought. Both Polly and (Y/N) advised him to let it go, but he just couldn’t. It was too good of an opportunity.

Campbell had come because of it, and with him, Grace. At the time, he didn’t know who she really was. He thought that the beautiful, blonde barmaid was just that: beautiful and innocent, everything he and his family were not. So he fooled himself, fell for her, and then she betrayed him and left for America.

Again, (Y/N) was there for him, and again, he found himself sinking into his love for her. The only good thing that came from all this mess was that the business was never better. He thought that it was time to start planning for an expansion, and with that came another thing that he hadn’t quite predicted—Michael.

He had planned to find Polly’s children for her. She had been suffering quite a lot lately. Even if people thought that his heart was as good as gone, he wanted his family to be okay. He wanted them to be happy.

Thomas found the boy and he came to Polly, making his way into the family and the business quickly. That included starting to get close to (Y/N) – too fucking close for his liking.

It was supposed to be natural, he knew that. (Y/N) kept the books at the shop. She was better with numbers than most of them, so it was natural that she would be the one to help Michael when he assumed the position of accounts clerk.

After they came back, he learned that (Y/N) had become very good at sneaking around without getting caught. It was rare to see her with any men whose last name wasn’t Shelby, or wasn’t closely related to the Peaky Blinders. That didn’t mean she didn’t have men swooning over her all the time, or that he was finally okay with that—much like when they were teenagers, he wanted to chase them all down—the only difference was now he was more deadly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

It was Michael’s voice that brought him back to reality, and his gaze fell immediately on the boy. They were all gathered on the snug in the Garrison. (Y/N) was sitting between him and Michael, Tommy’s arm casually rested on her shoulders.

(Y/N) said, “Oh, no, you would totally get it... after a few more weeks.”

Everyone burst out laughing at her remark, but the only thing he could think about was the hand Michael rested on (Y/N)’s thigh. His own hand clenched around his glass before he downed the rest of its contents.

He didn’t notice Polly’s gaze on him. Despite what most people believed, Tommy had never been a good liar. He could get away with omitting information to people and redirecting the conversation, most of the time, but a direct confrontation was a completely different thing. Polly was always able to read him first, to know the things he wasn’t willing to share.

“Maybe we should just hire you instead of Michael, then.” He ignored the look (Y/N) gave him, taking another drag of his cigarette and looking away.

However, he couldn’t miss the lingering touches, or how (Y/N/N) leaned into Michael when he talked to her, and how she was just so comfortable with him. It made his blood boil.

When (Y/N/N) said she wanted to get home he offered to walk her, and was fairly surprised at how she didn’t say a word to him until they reached her front door.

Then she turned to face him, features painted with anger, and asked, “What the hell was that, Tom?”

He actually rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

(Y/N) huffed, turning around to unlock the door before entering the house, leaving it open for him to follow. She went straight to the dressing room, shedding her coat and throwing it at the table with her purse as he followed her closely.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

She was taking her shoes off, and Tommy took advantage of the moment to let his eyes follow her movements. God, was he in love with that woman.

“I’m talking about your attitude with Michael at the Garrison. That was completely unnecessary,” She said.

“Someone had to put that boy in his place,” Tommy said.

(Y/N) turned to him then, and he would be worried with that look if he hadn’t been at the receiving end of her anger for so many years.

“Oh, please enlighten me, Thomas. What is his place?” (Y/N) asked.

“For fucks sake, (Y/N/N), he was all over you!”

She rolled her eyes. “He is a boy, Thomas, a boy. He’s family…”

Tommy never thought that what would make him snap would be hearing her say that Michael was family, but apparently it was.

“He’s family, huh?” Thomas said. “He is fucking family! Then he should know better and stay away from you.”

She stared at him for a moment, brow furrowed, as she seemed to put the puzzle together in her head. “Why would he stay away from me, Tom?”

He turned around to face away from her for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face. “No, no. You won’t make me feel guilty for that.”

“Make you feel guilty for what, Tommy?”

He recognized the hint of annoyance on her tone and couldn’t ignore it anymore, the alcohol giving him the courage that he had lost that day on the train station, as he turned around and shouted, “For loving you!”

She held her breath, eyes widening as she stared back at him.

Tommy continued, “Michael should stay away from you because you’re fucking mine and I love you.”

“Tommy, I’m not your property, and you know that I love you…”

“No, you don’t,” he interrupted her, making her look at him with confusion, “You don’t love me the way I love you. The way I’ve loved you since the fucking day you asked me to kiss you when you were fifteen!”

He saw her flinch before murmuring his name, trying to gain his attention but he couldn’t stop now. The truth was finally out there and he just had to go on with it, let it all out before he lost his mind.

“You said to me that it would mean nothing, that it would be just another kiss for me, but you were wrong,” Tommy said, his breaths short.

She looked bewildered, and Tommy held onto a strand of hope he didn’t even know still existed.

“That kiss meant fucking everything. From that day on, I’ve never seen you in the same way as before, because I realized I was in love with you and you didn’t feel the same. So I ignored these feelings while I saw you going out with boys, and I’ve thrown myself into fucking every girl that wasn’t you because I knew I couldn’t have you, not the way I wanted.”

Tommy didn’t notice that he was walking to her until they were just a breath apart.

“Then I found Greta, and I thought that I could forget you, but it only reminded me that you are the only one I want. I was going to break up with her, but she fell ill. You stayed by my side, and just when I thought that I would have a chance to tell you everything, the war happened and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t, because there was no way in hell that I was going to risk going to fight in France and die. I couldn’t leave you here to suffer because of me, either because you felt the same or not.”

“Tommy…” (Y/N)’s voice was all but a whisper.

He couldn’t resist anymore, his hands brought her to him, his eyes observing hers from up close, not giving her time to talk or he would lose his courage.

“I was ready to go there and die, and never let you know how I felt. But you had to give me hope that night before I was shipped off to that fucking hell. You had to…”He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a brief second, a flood of memories making his heart race faster. “You had to give yourself to me. You had to give me a taste of what I thought I could never have, to make me want to survive the fucking war, to come back to you, and to let you know about all of these stupid feelings.”

Tommy couldn’t wait anymore. He did the one thing he had wanted to since he had returned from France—he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle or patient; no, it was urgent and filled with passion and he didn’t know how to stop, not when she wasn’t pushing him away. He devoured her as a man starved, teeth clashing and hands grabbing at anything they could touch. They were both out of breath when they finally parted.

“You said that you wanted to give me one last good memory and it was that memory that kept me alive during most of the nights when I was stuck in the fucking mud,” Thomas said.

(Y/N)’s fingers were clinging to him like her life depended on it, like she was afraid to lose him to the War again.

Tommy took the moment to let the words spill out. “The memory of you and the feeling of you under my fingers, and all around me, and the way you tasted.”

His lips brushed against hers, fingers clawing at the flesh of her hips like they had done the night before he left for France.

He backed her up against the wall, hands trailing down to the back of her thighs, picking her up and trapping her with his body.

Tommy looked straight to her eyes as he spoke again, “How you writhed under me, all the beautiful sounds you made, and I just wanted to come back to you and make some new memories.”

(Y/N) shivered at his words. She gave him just a brief second to observe the rise and fall of her chest and her expanded pupils before he felt her fingers at the back of his head, forcing him to really look at her as she said, “Then let’s work on those new memories.”

Their lips clashed again, and every doubt that he ever felt vanished for a moment. That night their bodies moved together like old acquaintances, skin sliding against skin, hands gripping at each other, lips kissing every patch of skin while chanting a sinful choir of moans and curses alongside their names.

When Tommy woke up the next day, (Y/N/N) in his arms, he realized that he was finally home.

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[kurlyfrasier]

Terrified: Part 5

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Raph saves you from ruffians one night in an alley after watching out for you for weeks without you knowing. Which leads you to getting to know the guys and becoming part of the family. But Raph keeps a distance and you don’t understand why. 

Word Count: 1993

Warnings: I’m sorry. Also, I accidently switched back to 3rd person for the readers pov at the end of this. Oh, and some violence. Ummm....I have no idea what happened. I had no control, I swear.

I stormed out of Donnie’s lab to find Leo. He was considered a leader, maybe he would understand. Maybe he would get my hints. Or maybe I could convince him it was a waste of their time to see me home. Maybe-

“Oomph.”

“Whoa there, Y/n,” he set his hands on my shoulders, steadying me. I looked up through teary, frustrated eyes to find the very brother I had been looking for and launched, wrapping my arms around his neck as the tears silently flowed. He continued to hold me, rubbing gentle circles on my back as he cooed about how everything was going to be okay before I finally loosened my hold. He kept me in a loose embrace, looking down at me with worried eyes like any big brother would. I had always felt that brotherly pull toward all of them, except Raph; who made me feel warm and embarrassed and safe and frustrated.

“S-sorry,” I sniffled, rubbing the tears off my damp cheeks as my sight fell to our surroundings. Anything but him.

“Hey,” he leaned down to my eye level, shaking me gently to grab my attention. “Hey hey hey. There’s no need for apologies. Why don’t you tell me what happened so I can pummel who did this to you. Was it Raph?”

“Wha- Raph- Why?” I shook my head and met his ocean blues with a determined gaze. “That doesn’t matter- I think you guys should stop following me home-”

“Wha-”

“It’s not worth your time-”

“That’s not-”

“All of you have better things to do than make sure I get home safe-”

“Y/n,” Leo demanded my attention once more. “What brought this on? We want to make sure you get home safe. It’s not any trouble or a waste of time. We would do anything for you.”

“But-”

“You mean everything to-” He cleared his throat and towered above me, shifting on his feet. “Uh… to us. You’re like a sister to us. And we don’t let anybody hurt family.”

“Oh,” I breathed out, not feeling quite so burdensome. “Then maybe don’t force Raph to-”

“Raph? He’s the one who-”

“Yo! Dudette!” Mikey called from the couch just on the other side of the room. “When are we gonna race!?”

“Coming!” I answered with a tight laugh before looking back up at Leo. “Are my eyes red? You think anyone will notice?”

“No,” Leo smiled down at me. “Especially not Mikey.”

“Good,” I tiptoed up to peck his cheek with a quick thanks and skipped off to the couch, spirits lifted.

~~~~~~~~~~

Leo found Raph sitting against a wall in the darkened dojo, looking dejected. 

“She asked for us to stop accompanying her home,” Leo told him, voice quiet in hopes of not upsetting his brother.

Silence reigned, so he tried again as he sat next to Raph.

“She thinks we have better things to do than keep her safe.”

“Fine,” Raph sounded rough, defeated, hopeless.

“It’s not fine, Raph. She thinks she’s a burden,” Leo dragged his brother off the cold floor and slammed him against the wall.

“I heard ya, Fearless,” Raph growled out, shoving Leo out of his space. “Just like I heard her beggin ya not to force me-” he choked out. 

So this was your problem. Nobody got to you in the subway, except yourself. You didn’t want him and his brothers watching out for you anymore. You thought you weren’t worth their time- his time. Worst of all, he was the one that made you feel this way. Somehow he made you think you weren’t worth his time. That you weren’t good enough for him.

“You have to change her mind, brother,” Leo stated, calmer than he felt.

“Me?” Raph’s eyes bulged, incredulous. “No- I- I can’t. I’ll just mess it up. She already thinks- Just tell her I won’t follow her home if she doesn’t want me to,” he trailed quietly in the end.

“I’m not your messenger,” Leo ground out menacingly, getting nose-to-nose with Raph. “Fix this or you’re going to lose her.”

There was nothing Raph could say to that, even if he wanted to. It was the truth and he was terrified he had already lost you.

~~~~~~~~~~

Mikey and I were halfway through our last race when I noticed Raph and Leo walk in out of the corner of my eye, distracting me. Knocking me off the road. Or so I’d like to blame them when Mikey jumped up, rubbing his victory in my face. I ignored him. Setting the controller down I  glanced back where I saw Raph minutes ago, only to find him staring down at me barely an arm’s length away, a slice of my favorite pizza in hand.

I was stunned, to say the least, as my eyes shifted between him and the pizza he seemed to be offering me.

“Ya hungry?” He asked, raising the pizza closer to my nose.

“Uh, yeah,” I timidly reached for the slice, being extra careful not to touch Raph. One touch and I knew I’d be back to square one of Operation: Move on from Raph. While playing the videogame with Mikey I had decided I may not be able to get the guys to stay away, considering they all seem to be adamant about keeping me safe, but I could control how close I am to Raph. Ergo, the plan to stay away from him. To keep me from crushing even harder on him. To keep my heart safe. To keep my sanity.

Leo was right, I am family. To most of them, at least, and Raph wasn’t going to keep me away.

“Ready for the movie?” He asked, surprising me. Normally he didn’t start conversation with me. It was always nods and grunts. We had a… strange friendship, now that I thought about it. We never really talked, but I had always felt magnetized toward him. Probably due to the fact that he saved my life.

“Uh… yeah,” I bit into my pizza, turning away so as to not be intimidated. He was at least a foot taller than me and nobody could ever tell me those muscles weren’t unnerving. When I wasn’t drooling over them, that is. “I’ll probably just sit on the bean bag, by the way, so I’m not so much of a bother.”

“Yer not a bother,” he said, voice husky, drawing my attention. 

“My children,” Splinter stated. “You all know where drinks and more pizza is if you wish for more. I shall be meditating in the dojo. Enjoy your movie.” 

We all mumbled our thanks through mouthfuls of pizza as he strode away. I took the chance to move away from Raph and sat down on the edge of the couch, glaring at Donnie, who stole the bean bag and pretended like he had no idea that’s where I planned on sitting. Mikey started the movie as Leo turned down the lights.

I had just started to relax when I was suddenly lifted, only to be sat back down on Raph’s lap as he loosely held me in his arms. I stiffened in his hold, willing my heart to calm down. Reminding myself not to get comfortable, that I was going home directly after the movie. 

“Relax,” his breath tickled my ear as his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. 

I nodded, unable to formulate any words as I unconsciously melted into his hold.

“You always sit here. On my lap,” he continued to whisper, resting his head on my shoulder. “Where you belong.”

What did he just say?

~~~~~~~~~~

You froze in Raph’s arms, breaths becoming uneven as the movie carried on. He had no idea what movie was picked for the night. Nor did he care. His mission: to confess all, hoping beyond hope that you wouldn’t run away from him. He supposed he could always keep you trapped in his embrace, never to leave him. But he figured you wouldn’t like that much if you did decide to leave. 

Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, you relaxed. Not long after that, he heard light snores rise to his ears. He decided that was his cue to carry you to bed. His bed. And this time he laid down next to you, more than a little unwilling to let you out of his sight, hopeful for tomorrow.

He laid there, intent on watching you sleep peacefully- just until he had to go on patrol. When you snuggled closer into his chest, his heart soared. Hair fell across your face and with a shaky hand he gently, carefully tucked it behind your ear. You sighed, stopping his heart. Vaguely, he wondered what he could possibly do to win you over. Eventually, he allowed himself to rest his arm around your waist, hoping it didn’t crush you. 

After a half an hour of so, Leo knocked lightly on his door, signalling it was time to go above ground. Reluctantly, Raph moved his arm that was on top of you, but you latched on- stopping him cold, afraid he woke you up. After a few seconds he realized you were still sleeping, slowly he slid his arm out of your grip and tip-toed out of his room without a glance over his shoulder. Although it didn’t seem to help the temptation to crawl back in bed with you.

Once out of the sewers they flew rooftop to rooftop, looking for thugs, Foot, Kraang- anything to make the night go faster. Thankfully, his brothers left him alone, but that also made it a quiet night. Which allowed his mind to work on overdrive. Distracting him with thoughts of you: the smell of your hair, your soft skin, your curves, the way you felt in his arms- so small in his grasp. Granted, most humans were small compared to him and his brothers.

So when they came across a handful of Foot, his mind was elsewhere. So much so, he scarcely noticed the glint of a blade coming at him. He blocked it with his sais. Just barely, forcing it to slide off the edge of his three-pronged weapons and sliced up his arm. He hissed at the burning sensation that seeped deep into his muscles- deeper than the cut itself was. He spun around to plunge with his uninjured arm, but was stopped short by an arrow flying into his bicep, forcing out a roar before he fell to his knees. 

His brothers were quick to surround him, easily knocking the swordsman down as the archer fled the scene, but not before forewarning them of Raph’s future- who had now face-planted into the pavement.

“It’s too late,” the archer shouted down at them as Raph succumbed to darkness. “He’s as good as dead.”

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You woke up with a start, recognizing the familiar 80s band posters and dumbbells surrounding you. You berated yourself, astonished you actually fell asleep in Raph’s arms the night before. You weren’t supposed to stay the night. That wasn’t part of the plan. Then you remembered what Raph said. That you belonged. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you swung your legs off the bed, preparing to face the typical Raph. The one who only looked at you to check for injuries. The one who kept his distance. The one who hid his kind heart that you had gotten a glimpse of that first night you met. 

You took a steadying breath and made your way to the door, not expecting three somber mutants to be standing outside of Donnie’s lab.

“What’s wrong?” You looked at Splinter first, then Leo, and Mikey. None but Splinter were able to meet your gaze. “Where’s Raph?”

Suddenly, you knew something was wrong. Your breath hitched, your heart sped, and blood drained down to your toes. You were terrified.

“G-guys?” You whispered out. The words were barely able to pass the lump in your throat.

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Part 6

[sirensmojo]

“Returned” - Reader x Hvitserk x Ivar The Boneless

Summary: Imagine being the lover of Ivar until he disappeared during a raid, two years later, he reappears out of nowhere and is acting as if nothing has changed between the two of you, but now you’re married and have a child with his older brother Hvitserk.

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst

Word Count: 2,358

*Masterlist*

You were in the kitchen with the thralls, preparing a plate your husband was crazy about, truth to be told Hvitserk was obsessed with food in general, but whenever you took the custody to cook, he was excited beyond measure. The spoon in your mouth, you were leaning above the cauldron, tasting the mixture you made. "Hm, something's missing" You mutter to yourself. Two arms suddenly embraced your waist, without you panicking, you knew exactly who it was. "You're never tired of sneaking in the kitchen, my love?" "I do not even surprise you anymore, what a regret" Hvitserk teased with his nose tucked in the hollow of your neck. A shiver came down your spine feeling his fingers stroking the end of your back, you were very sensitive to his touch "You're scaring the thralls..." You managed to say as you gasped for air, his touch became more and more greedy. "Do I scare you?" "Of course not Hvitserk how-" You began but couldn't finish as his lips crash on you. You smile against his mouth before voraciously kissing him back. He managed to hook your leg around his hips and bunched up your dress to your waist with haste as your moans echoed in his mouth. "May I grab something to eat before you make another child?" Sigurd asked, standing right in front of you both. You frantically duck your hair and your dress with it as the brother of your husband grab and bite into an apple. "Brother" Hvitserk smile as if all of this was normal, "I'm gone, you can continue" Sigurd let out as he disappeared beyond the door. You shook your head "All of this only an apple, a damn apple" Hvitserk exclaimed, and that made you laugh. You turned back and add some herb to your dish, no need to say you were turned off.

***

Later on, you were finally eating, all around the table; King Ragnar, Queen Aslaugh, Sigurd, Ubbe, and Margaret. Even though the queen didn't quite get along with Margaret, she was now married to her son. She had her place into the family. "Mommy! mommy!" "Yes, Frida" You hold a hand to your daughter as she sneaks her way under the table to you, her little face appears on your knees, her plump cheek lean into your palm. "There are boats...I saw them with Floki and Helga from the cliff" Frida lets out her little finger embracing your hand on her cheek. You directly look up to Hvitserk that frowned and glanced at Ragnar. "Are we waiting for anyone?" Queen Aslaugh asked, looking at her husband, but nobody responded to her. Ragnar motioned to his son, and you understood you needed to get safe. We didn't know if they were allies or enemies, and you couldn't risk the life of your daughter. Hvitserk cast a glance at you, and you nodded, "I'll come to you soon enough, don't worry" He added, and you smiled at him. You grab Frida and hold her in your arms, making your way to your chamber. Once you were in, you told her to hide in the wooden floor while you take your knives: one in each hand and stand by the door, ready to fight whoever may enter. 

After a brief moment, the door opens and you jump on the back of the figure without knowing who that was, the cutting edge of your knives on both sides of its neck "Y/N, it's me" Hvitserk breathe his hands up to ease your sudden bloodlust. You chuckled and kissed his lob before biting it "Oh yeah, nice to see your husband" You speak, he shifts you to his chest and kneads your legs with his fingers before pressing his lips to yours. "Stop being so eager, our daughter is here" You murmur inches away from his face and you motioned to the wooden floor. "Frida, my little warrior, you can get out. You have Nothing to worry about" He slowly says with a high pitched voice. He drops you on the ground, and you smile while you see your little one get out of the hole you made in the parquet. "Daddy!" She ran in his arms that he immediately closed around her body as if it was an eternity since they last saw each other. "Who are they?" You managed to ask, and he got up with your daughter still in his arms.

"Vikings, it seems it is our boats" "You're sure we can go safely Hvitty?" "I am" He nodded, and you got to the docks. You left your daughter with Aslaugh as she would always love to spend time with her grand-child and joined the crowd. "Y/N" You heard a familiar voice. You weren't sure who that was yet but when you turned around, your eyes opened wide, "Ivar!" You shouted before scrambling into his arms. He embraced you with one arm as the other was holding his crutch "It's been so long, we all thought you were lost with the ships!"

"There was a bad storm, indeed, but we made it, a little far from here, I must admit, but here we are now" "What took so long?" "We had to make new boats and prove we were not a menace to the king there. He didn't trust us and made us prisoner for quite long" He shrugs, "Prove ?" "We have a reputation, you know. Pagans, Danes that do not negotiate nor that are friendly..." "Oh", "I never had the chance to raid, I'm not quite a warrior nor anything in that style, but I remember you would always tell me about your raids without missing one single details". "As details are important and are making the big picture," You both say together. Both of you chuckle, but in your case, it was more out of nervousness. Ivar cupped your cheek with his palm with a silly smile. He was more than happy to be with you again, to feel you back and just be able to hear your laugh in real life, and not in his mind. He strokes your jawline with his index finger, and you closed your eyes at his touch. He was never touchy with nobody but you, you remember as if it was yesterday... But it was years ago, two years ago now. "It is good to see you, yet it feels like you're a ghost" You manage to speak with a tiny smile. You looked downward, running low on words. "Things changed here, I see" Ivar continues seeing the conversation weren't going anywhere. "Yes... Yes!" You responded, "I'm still a bit upset about your presence, Ivar. I thought that you were lost, that you were dead. Two years its..." "Yeah, I know. For a moment I thought I was too" He sharply let out. You kneed your brows at him, but you were soon called by Aslaugh herself to head to the great hall.

***

"We shall feast for at least an entire week" Sigurd joyfully said, and all the head turned to him. "I didn't know you were so fond of Ivar" You snickered, and he winces at you "It's okay. We are a family after all" Aslaugh retorted, playing with Frida. "is that baby too?" Asked Ivar, and your smile dropped a little. Ragnar and Aslaugh looked at each other a brief instant, and she nodded. "Yes, it seems time didn't freeze" "You're still looking like trash" Sigurd curtly said, shrugging "You were the one that missed me the most, weren't you?" Ivar responded as he throws a dry fruit on his brother. Hvitserk was intently looking at you, you smiled at him in the way of making him know everything will be okay as you could decipher a bit of angst in his pout. You excused yourself and decide to go for a shower, you needed to do it earlier because you're daughter had to sleep early, it was not because you were a mother now that you had to neglect yourself, that will never happen! 

Once the thrall put the hot water in the bathtub you let your dress pull on the floor and sink beneath the water, you didn't really have any grime to take off, but the smell of what you cooked that seem to have stayed into your dress and stick on your skin. After rubbing your skin, you decided to stay a little bit longer as the water was still boiling. Your head falling back on the wooden edge and your eyes closed, hands started to rub your shoulders. As always, you assumed it was Hvitserk that sneak into your room, he was always so greedy when it comes to you, you ever wondered how on earth the gods only gave you one daughter... His huge callous palm went down your chest, meeting with your breasts that he took into his palms. He teased your two little buds that grew harder at each of his touches and pinched one of them, making you squeal, still, you didn't open your eyes, too impatient to feel him play with the body of yours. You breathe were sharp and heavy, your lips slightly open. His hands went down your belly, slowly and tenderly, it was as if he wanted to take his time with you, which started to make you go crazy. Seeing how patient you seemed despite your body screaming for more, he made his way down and pulled apart your folds with the tip of his fingers teasing your clit. Your moans started to fill the room, but his free hand came on your mouth to muffle them. You erotically suck on his middle finger as your back grew hollow, for he finally worked on your clit with his thumb. You let out a gasp when he abruptly inserts two of his fingers inside of you before standing still. He was letting you some time to breathe when your hips began to move on his fingers, he started to follow the move twirling inside of you and stroking your sweet spot again and again. You were about to release when he bites your neck and that was enough for you to clench around his fingers as your body was intensely shaking. "Fuck" You heard and your eyes snapped open. You leaped and you turned around and gasped at the sight of Ivar that look you within confusion. You were still a bit dizzy from the work he had done with your body but somehow succeed in getting out the bathtub and reach for a piece of fabric in which you wrapped your body. "What is it with you?" A frowning brows Ivar asked. "What are you doing here? Was that you the whole time?" He tilted his head closing his eyes for a second and exhaled loudly. "Have you expected someone else?" "My husband!" You shouted while throwing your hands in the air, you couldn't believe you didn't notice it wasn't Hvitserk. "You're... married?" "And I got a daughter. Yes." You say solemnly but without anger this time. "Who is the father?" He asked with disbelief, he wasn't looking at you at all; instead, he zoned out. "Hvitserk" You lift your eyes to where he was as he stood up. He looked at you with an eerie look, bringing shiver down your spine but not out of pleasure, it was more out of fear... "Hvitserk huh" Ivar repeated to himself as a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. You didn't want to arouse his anger, so you stayed silent, but then you thought what if my silent was the thing that will bring him to be snappy and you decided to open up to him "It wasn't an easy thing to swallow that you were lost in the sea. When your father came back without you, I felt abandoned, but I didn't show it, you know me!" You chuckled, and his eyes finally met yours. Your heart missed a beat and you harshly swallowed, "I am scared, right now. Because I don't see anything I used to see in your eyes before, and because I am mad at you for what just happened because I am married and I have a daughter, and I must tell Hvitserk about that but I should also tell him that I am again with a child" You began to swoon. "You're with a child?" "Yes" "I thought..." "I know Ivar, you don't need to say it. But as you mentioned, things have changed, and so I have" "Nothing changed for me, I hoped for that day for so long. It is the reason why I'm here, or else I would've let myself die on the ship during the storm" "Don't say that, I'm... glad to see you alive, you still have a place in here" You patted your chest where your heart was "It's just not as a lover" "Not as a lover" He repeated chuckling. "Do you love him?" "With all my heart" "What's the name of the girl?" "Ivar..." "Just answer me Y/N" "Frida" "This is what I wanted my girl to be named, rememb-" "Of course I remember, that's why Frida is called Frida" His lids fluttered. "I thought you reached Valhalla, I wanted to honor our bond" "By fucking my brother" "By calling my daughter with the name you wanted to call yours with" You gave him a smile as you get dressed. You were paying attention to where his eyes went, having to tell Hvitserk another man touched you was enough for tonight... 

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I wanted to try something different, I'm sorry if it is crap... :/

Ivar TAGGED: @youbloodymadgenius​

[futurewriter2000]

Flowers don’t grow in the dark - pt.1

A/N: New serie is opening and I am quite excited for how it started. Hope you like it. 

REQUEST:hiii! I’m here dear to ask you if your requests are open? And if they are, could you write a sirius x reader where reader gets send to Azkaban instead of Sirius? if you can’t or don’t want to write it, I totally understand! but still thank you!

XX

It was a sacrifice. A sacrifice you thought was better for you than for him. At that time, you thought how worse can Azkaban really be? 

Worse...the worst. 

Azkaban was a place. It was a normal, stone built prison. A simple building. It was what was inside that really killed you. 

The first day you came into the prison cell, you sat down in a dark corner, hugged your knees and watched through the bars. 

Fifteen years later and you’re still in the same position. Your eyes never left the spot they first landed on. Your body hasn’t moved, not an inch when the soul-sucking guards came to suck all the light of you. 

You have never looked them in the eyes. Never. You kept your eyes on the same spot for 15 years and you? You were gone from this Earth the moment you realized there is nobody going to save you.

Until an explosion happened and suddenly you were in another corner, lying on the floor and widely looking at the hole that was created. The moon was almost full and it’s light was too bright for your eyes. 

Yet through every sore muscle, every dark thought and your blinded sight, you smiled. 

Not because you were suddenly seeing light for the first time in 15 years but because finally, you were saved and you? You were free.

---

Harry Potter was sitting on the stairs with his best friends and the other Weasley family members, listening to little mumbles that came from the living room.

“What do you reckon they’re talking about?” said one of the twins.

“Me, probably.” replied Harry.

“Shh.” shushed Ginny as she crawled closer to the door. 

“Sirius stop pacing around!” they heard Moody’s shout. “You don’t know that she’s coming for Harry!”

“You’re bloody right she might not!” Arthur raised his voice and all of the Weasley children jumped as Arthur’s fist hit the table. “Have you forgotten who she is to the twins?! Who she is to our boys!”

Fred and George looked at each other with a raise of their eyebrow. Without any second thought they got up and stormed into the room. “We heard our fancy names being mentioned in this lovely secretive conversation.” said Fred and when all the heads turned to him, a few popped in the room behind the door. 

The adults sighed loudly and with hard convincing from the children, they gave in. 

When everybody were seated, George started. “Who is she?” 

Remus placed his chin on top of his interlocked fingers and replied. “Wait for Sirius.”

And they waited. They waited for the man who finally after a long time came down from his room and entered another. Before he could place it in front of the twins, Moody grabbed it and threw it in front of them. “Remember her?” he said aggressievly. 

Harry and the other peeked on the photo of you, seventeen you were back then, with hair long and silky, eyes joyous and bright and beam angelic as the moon. You had a daisy tucked behind your ear and you twirled, danced and laughed on the photo. To Harry, you were definetly familliar. 

“I saw her in my parents album.” he said. “I never knew who she was. Hagrid never told me, neither did any of you.”

“She looks quite familliar but can’t put my finger on it.” said Fred as he kept analyzing the girl on the photo.

George, however, was looking at Fred as he was missing a pair of gears in his brain. “She was our babysitter you airhead.” he said and looked at his parents. “Right? She used to come meanwhile Will, Charlie, Percy were in school, dad was at work and mum had errands.”

“I remember her.” Ron smiled dreamily. 

“You weren’t even born.” George furrowed his eyebrows. 

“I saw her in our albums.” Ron stuck out his tongue at his brother. “Plus, Charlie always talked about her.”

“We still haven’t been told who she is!” Ginny interfered, glaring at her parents. 

Molly and Arthur both stepped closer and took the picture in their hands. Molly smiled. “She was an angel.” she started. “She found Percy when he got lost in the diagon alley and after she brought him to us, she charmed us completely.”

“She babysat Will, Charlie and Percy during the summer, later the two of you as well and when Ron was born, she was always around.” Arthur continued. 

“She was such a kind spirit, always coming to the rescue when my hands were full with the oldest three and pregnant with the two of you. That was why your father and I decided to make her your Godmother to the two of you.” she kept lowering her tone as she said that. 

George and Fred looked at each other, then at Ron who bore the same face expression. Hermione was intrigued by the story, Ginny quite the opposite, still waiting on a twist. Harry kept a confused look in his eyes, trying to put two and two together. Moody was in a dark corner, drinking from his flask, Tonks was looking at Remus, Remus at Sirius and Sirius was in his own thoughts, thinking of you. 

It was silence filled with loud quiestions. 

“We have a Godmother?!” exclaimed Fred. 

“Why haven’t you ever told us?!” continued George. 

And as Molly tried to answer, a quiet, mysterious giggle echoing through the house. 

Everybody who were before sitting in the silence, were now standing up, armed and bewared. The adults drew their wands and stepped in front of the children yet little did they know that the echo of child-like laugh didn’t come from the hallway. It came from the same room. 

“Go on.” a laugh came behind the children and everybody turned around, seeing nothing but complete darkness. “I’d like to hear the story as well.” it came behind Remus. 

Everybody kept turning, looking around, trying to find the source yet little did they know that fifteen years imprisoned does wonders to your magic. 

“Mum! Dad! I can’t move!” shouted Ginny, little did she know that everybody in this room was frozen. 

“How did-”

“Fifteen years, love.” a voice, your voice, deep and raspy, came from the door frame. A figure, skinny to the bones, covered in darkness started approaching. 

You walked inside, one foot in front of the other, slowly and elegantly. You wore leather, from head to toe. Tight leather pants, leather jacket zipped up to your chin and pair of boots. Your hands were covered in fingerless gloves, your dominant hand holding a long thin wand between its fingers. You never cut your hair. You put the hair that grew for fifteen years in a high ponytail. 

“Fifteen years.” the tip of your wand touched his neck and you pressed it hard against it. 

“You don’t scare me.” said Sirius, looking down on you. 

“I don’t?” you raised the side of your upper lip, growling. “I should!” you shouted. 

“Don’t hurt him!” a shout came from the other side but you ignored it completely. 

“I gave my life for you.” you snarled, cutting his thigh. “And you pathethic little shat didn’t even bother to come, nor write, nor trying to save me! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND YOU LET ME ROT IN THERE LIKE A DEAD RAT!” you shouted on the top of your lungs, hearing the glass in the house break. 

“(y/n)...” Remus started quietly. “We didn’t know. I didn’t know.” he said and you turned your attention to him, giving him a fake pout.

“Poor werewolf Remus didn’t know.” you cooed as you approached him, taking his ching in your hand. “Because as always, Remus Lupin is always thinking of his problems and Remus John Lupin didn’t know that his best friend of ten years, who risked her life for his furry little problem, was rotting in a cell, innocently. How long didn’t you know exactly? Five years I was stuck there? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen?” your voice got deadly at the end, raising Remus’ heartbeat. “But how could have Remus Lupin know. It’s not like he’s best friend of a man who put me there.”

“This is not you, (y/n).” said Arthur. “If you’re mad at us, deal with us. Let the children be.”

You turned to the ginger couple and after a long time you felt your eyes burn. “I loved taking care of your angels. Especially little Ronald.” you turned around and your eyes landed on him directly. 

His face was confused yet brave. You approached him but kept your distance safe. They were all afraid of you but you could see with Ron that he wasn’t. “The last time I saw you, you were one year old baby with gorgeous bue eyes. 

“I swear to Merlin himself, if you hurt-”

“She won’t.” said Ron firmly. He stared into your eyes and feeling such safety when he did. It was as if he remembered them but didn’t.

You turned your head to the boy who spoke before and found an identical twin beside. “My, they have grown into such wonderful lads.” you turned to Molly and Arthur. “Though Fred has Charlie’s nose, George still has yours Arthur.” you smiled. “Some things never change.” then your eyes flicked to the boy beside them and your heart got stung with a poisoned arrow. 

“He’s not James, Daisy.” Sirius said and all that ache turned into fury faster than a flick of a wrist. 

You stormed to Sirius with teary eyes and pressed your wand so hard at his throat  you almost cut a layer of his skin. “HOW DARE YOU USE THIS NAME ON ME!” you stepped back, unforze him and shot him a stunning spell, ignoring the shouts and yells behind you. “HOW DARE YOU USE HIM AGAINST ME!?!” you shot another but he shield it. “HOW DARE YOU PRETEND TO BE HIS BEST FRIEND, HIS “BROTHER”, AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO HIM! AFTER WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH!!” 

“I THOUGHT YOU KILLED HIM! I THOUGHT YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!” he defended but you shot him another stunning spell. 

“I would never do that to him.” you were standing above him, pushing your wand on his chest. “James was everything to me. I could never do that to my twin brother.”

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

To Love Another- Prologue

Jo March x Fem! Laurence

A/N: Feedback is appreciated!! Look back to previous post about summer writings for more info on this. But basically, your Laurie’s (Theodore’s) twin sister, practically his best friend. Instead of falling in love with Laurie (which she doesn’t) she falls in love with you, another woman; this type of relationship was shunned/frowned upon at the time. Enjoy! (Spanish Translations by me, I’m fluent) (Also, i don’t know what month little women starts off in, so I’m making this up)

Reading below the cut!

Barcelona, Spain. August 2nd, 1868.

“Fernando!” you called for your assistant Fernando, a older teenage boy who also interned at your art gallery who came through the door just as you set your paintbrush down in a mug of dirty water.

“Sí, señora, que pasó?” (Yes ma’am, what happened?) he said, catching his breath from running up the steps to the tiny apartments where you lived above the gallery. 

“Hay Correo?” (Is there any mail?) you said, untying your apron and  placing it on a hook on the wall. 

He took several letters out of the front pocket of his apron and counted them. “Tres de ellas, señora. Tome usted.” (Three of them, ma’am. Here you go.)

You gave him a smile and tossed him a sack of coins. “Aquí está tu pago por la semana, Fernando. Vete a casa. Ten un buen fin de semana. Te veo el Lunes!” (Here is your pay for the week. Go home. Have a nice weekend. See you Monday!)

Fernando gave you a smile and ran his hands through his hair and left you alone.

You go downstairs with the keys to the gallery and a gas lamp, locking up the doors to the gallery. 

You go back up to your apartment and glance at the three letter you had placed on your night stand. You smiled as you recognized all three of the letters. The first one you saw was from your brother, Theodore- or “Laurie”- as everyone would call him.

You opened it with care, and a paper and a  golden locket slipped out. He was always so thoughtful. 

July 20th, 1868

Dearest Sister,

I’m already having enough with the formalities. I miss you, Y/N. You must come visit me in Paris sometime. I know I know, you’re married to your work. But you’d like it here. The art is never ending, there are galleries upon galleries filled with artwork I just know you would love.You who you would also love? the ladies. Oh hush, i don’t mind to know that you love another. If James had ever taught me anything in our days of schooling, it was to be open-minded to new ideas of the universe. Maybe i should buy a of  art piece and send it to you? From the bets museum, of course. Or would that be to much? Even as a gift? Speaking of which, Happy Birthday to us! I was so happy to receive your letter with the tiny drawing of the Eiffel Tower. Do you really think that’s what it looks like? You’d have to come see it for yourself! Enclosed I send you a locket which I bought from a street vendor selling his jewelry near the River Seine. Inside is a photograph of us, with grandfather, of course. Think of us when you see it. I hope to see you soon. Please write back as soon as you can. I long to hear how Fernando’s doing. Ha-Ha, hilarious, miss him too, funny boy. Well not boy, almost 18! But I also miss you. Write back soon.

       I’m obviously sending you that painting.

                   Your Brother, Theodore “Laurie” Laurence.

You smiled as you ran your fingers delicately over the locket and then clasped it around your neck. You reached for the next letter. You smiled as a small, pocket sized sketch of a park fell out. 

July 24th, 1868

Dearest Friend,

I long to see you! You have no idea how much I long to talk about you about Art and Literature. When we next see each other i already know we could sit and talk for hours and hours on end to talk about the great literary works of Charlotte Bronte, or even Jane Austen! How I admire them! We could also attempt to recreate the great works of Monet, but I’m sure we couldn’t as nobody- not even you nor me- could be as great as a painter as him. In here I include a sketch I made while sitting on a park bench the other day. Why, you ask? for your birthday, of course! I had also encountered Laurie the other day, and he talks so animatedly about your latest works. I wish women in France didn’t feel such a duty to their husbands and fight for their own careers. I must see your gallery when i come visit.

             Only the very best, Amy March.

You smile as you looked at her sketch, and placed it on your bedside table, where you had another sketch of hers, a sketch of the Seine River, which from all you had heard, you longed to see how beautiful it was.

There was one last letter that you would’ve missed if it hadn’t just fallen to the floor. You picked it up and opened it. It was the shortest out of the three, and it clearly got straight to the point.

July 14, 1868

Hello, Y/N

I hope this letter finds you in good health and prosperity. How is Spain? I’ve heard all about your blossoming art career. I hope i get to see your gallery one day. From what Amy’s told me, it is quite the talk of the town; a beautiful sight to see. Nonetheless, I write you this letter in an urgent fashion, less than orderly manner; dearest friend, Beth’s health is compromised. Her illness has come back; it has come back tenfold, she is suffering everyday and can hardly get up to have a walk outside. We all weep for her. Y/N, her time is running out. We pray and we pray, and she pulls through, put it may not be enough. I know this is a rash question, and i ask you to think about it before you make a final decision. I am asking you to come stay with us for a while, Y/N. Please. You were always the best at comforting us all. Jo needs you.i hear her call out your name in her sleep; as she thrashes around, completely unable to sleep. She is desperately in need for comfort. Someone who loves her romantically; she needs her - what was her nickname for you?- “Poppy Flower?” Yes, i believe that was it. You had one for her too, right? - “Sunflower”-.I know what happened between you two. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I’m pleading you to think rationally, i don’t want to pressure you to do anything. But please, we need you. Jo needs her Poppy Flower. 

             Love, Meg March

Your tears were already dripping down to the paper, making the ink run. You held a hand over your mouth to cover your sobs. Not Beth, not sweet sweet Beth who loved music and loved her sisters and loved going to the beach and loved the sunshine and loved drawing. 

You packed a suitcase with as many clothes as you could fit, and a rucksack to carry on your back with books, money and other stuff you might need. You laid some shoes and clothes out. You were leaving the next morning on a steamboat for the March house in Concord, Massachusetts. 

You quickly wrote down a note for Fernando, leaving it on your door, along with the keys.

August 2nd, 1868

Fernando, Te pido un favor bien grade. Tu esres el encargado de la galeria por las proximas semanas. No te preocupes, los trabajadores tambien te podran ayudar, asi que no estaras solo. Nesecito ir a ver a alguien muy importante - alguien que tiene un sitio muy especial en mi corazon. No te preocupes por tu pago, te lo dejo en este sobre. Se que lo nesecitas para cuidar a tu mama. Mandale mis saludos.

(Fernando, I am asking you a big favor. I am putting you in charge of the art gallery for the next couple of weeks. Don’t worry, the rest of the workers will help you, so you won’t be alone. I need to go see someone very important- someone near and dear to my heart- don’t worry about your pay. I know you need it to take care of your mom. Tell her I said hi.)

You said as you turned off the gas lamp and the moonlight shone through the window. 

You were going to see her again.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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A/N: waaaaaaaaaaaaay longer than i expected. but enjoy this series! feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

Happy reading!

Love,

Talya

[thegoddamnfangirl]

Do Cats Eat Bats? Do Bats Eat Cats?

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis!Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do one with the reader getting to know her father (Batman) and her brothers while her mother (catwoman) is in jail?

this request is so soft

 It had been a while. 

Bruce’s heart raced as he tracked Selina down to her location in an apartment building. 

 She hadn’t been in Gotham for so long-

Five years, to be exact.

It needled at him, that she was stealing. That she waltzed into Gotham and simply took the Jade Cat from it’s exhibit, and Batman was so struck with her appearance, after all this time, that he let her get away with it.

 Almost.

Selina was going to jail.

His mind flashed back to the last time he had seen her, the last time-

 She was pulling her jacket back on, slightly panting. The cowl had never felt heavier on his face, he wanted to pull it off but he couldn’t, he couldn’t give in to what he wanted, not anymore. He just had, and it was causing this little moment of weakness. 

 Selina Kyle had mysteriously left the city, soon after, and nothing Bruce Wayne nor Batman could do, would find her.

 He swung into the balcony of her apartment, landing softly. Finding his way inside, he hid in the shadows, waiting for her to come in. She invariably would.

 A cat mrrowed and brushed against his legs. He knelt to pet in slightly, noticing several others asleep in places around the room. Her bedroom. 

 The door opened. A woman’s shadow cut into the narrow strip of light allowed in from the hallway. She didn’t switch on the lights; stepping into the darkness of the room, she said, in a soft voice-

“Batman.”

 “Catwoman,” he said, moving forward.

 “Good to see you still cut an impressive figure,” she purred, coming closer. He didn’t move- her hands came to rest on his chest, and she tilted her face towards him.

 “I’d like to keep that Jade Cat, you know,” she whispered. “For old times’ sake?”

He almost replied, but the sound of the doorknob turning made her jerk back, pushing him away.

  “Mommy?”

The DNA was a match.

Batman sat staring at the screen. For a long time. A considerably long time.

This child was his.

Arresting Selina this time round had been one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do, so far. He'd felt for her daughter, this little girl with no fault in what was happening to her mother, and of course, he'd wanted to know who the father was. So he could make sure the girl got to her other parent safely. Of course. He wasn’t jealous, or anything. Of course.

He hadn't expected Selina to say-

"You."

Looking at her now, he started to trace a slight resemblance. The shape of her nose, the cut of her brows. The way she looked around the Batcave in a fixated way, taking everything in, in a manner not typical of children her age.

Her eyes met his. She stared. Hard.

"I want to go home," she said.

Bruce pulled off his cowl.

"(y/n)... Do you know who I am?"

"Batman," she replied. "You're Batman."

"I- yeah. Has your mother ever told you about me?"

"She says you put her in jail lots of times," the girl said, a frown on her face.

"Okay," said Bruce, wondering how to tell her.

"I want to go home," she repeated.

"Where is home?" He asked.

It took her a minute, and then she said-

"I want my mommy."

Bruce sighed.

"Uh, kid," he began. "I'm sorry, but I can't take you to your mother. She's... Busy. That's why she got me to bring you here, so I could take care of you while she's away."

The girl began to tear up.

"I want my mommy," she said, softly, as tears began to fall.

"I- don't cry. Please don't cry. It's okay, look, your mommy left you with me, and I'm your daddy, okay?" Bruce said, pushing his chair towards the panel on which he'd seated her.

She looked up sharply, the tears stopping. It reminded him exactly of Selina, how her countenance would turn from scared to devious in an instant.

"You're my daddy?"

"Yes," he nodded, processing the information he'd just given her. He had a daughter.

"What if you're lying?" She said, scowling.

"I'm not," he said. "If you want, I could get your mommy to call you tomorrow, and tell you herself."

"Also I have a DNA test," he added.

She looked around at the Batcave.

"I don't like them," she said, decidedly, her eyes following the bats. "You should get a cat."

"Do cats eat bats?" He asked, with a small smile.

"Do bats eat cats?" She returned, a smile lighting up her whole face.

"We should ask Dinah," he said, with scenes from his favorite childhood book flitting through his mind.

A taste he shared with his daughter, he thought.

The secret to children was to find what they liked, and make everything about it.

After a long conversation about Alice, Wonderland, the world through the looking glass, and the red Queen, (y/n) had decided that Bruce was, to some extent, trustworthy. He'd convinced her that it was time for bed, and she wouldn't let him tuck her in, yet, but he was sure they'd get there.

He'd changed out of his suit, seen that she was asleep, and then headed straight to Dick's old room, where he'd told Dick to meet him.

"Hey, B," Dick said, grinning. He was reclining against the bedstand, brushing his long hair.

"I never get time for hair care- I figured, while I was waiting, I might as well," he added to Bruce, who nodded impatiently and sat down on the bed beside him.

"So, whaddya hiding in the Batcave?" Dick asked.

"You like Damian, right?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah? He's-"

"I made another one,"said Bruce, breathing deep. "I went to Selina's to arrest her and she pulled a Talia on me. 'This is your daughter, bye'."

"DNA test confirms," he continued, answering Dick's unasked question.

For a few moments, Dick sat still, blank faced.

"I've...always wanted a sister!" He said, breaking into a wide grin. "What's her name? Can I see her? Have you told Dami yet? Will she be staying here?"

"Slow down, chum," Bruce grumbled. "I was hoping you'd tell Damian. It's important that he sees this as good news."

Four heads peered inside the room in a cartoonish way, one on top of the other.

Damian, his head poked in through the doorway, Tim craning his neck to see above Damian, Dick with his chin resting on Tim's head and Jason, the tallest, having a comfortable time. All gazes fixed on the young child asleep inside the room.

"She looks like Bruce," said Tim.

"I don't see it," Damian huffed.

"Maybe we shouldn't stare," Dick suggested.

"Shut up, Richard. This is recon," said Jason. "You know the threats involved in the case that Bruce has spawned another demon."

Damian hissed in Jason's direction, but he was so preoccupied with the thought of having competition- more competition- as his father's child, that he didn't do much else.

"She looks sweet," said Tim.

"So does Selina, all the while she's picking your car keys from your pocket," Jason pointed out.

"It's moving!" Damian backed up. "Everyone, out of sight, now!"

"Okay, enough being sneaky, guys," said Dick. "We'll get to know her when we get to know her."

Jason blew a raspberry at him.

Tim started to head in the direction of the breakfast room, and everyone followed suit.

"Do we have to talk to her?" Damian whispered to Dick.

"Nicely," Dick whispered back. "She's our baby sister."

"When I was her age, I'd killed over a hundred people and I was eligible for a doctorate," Damian said. "Point being, she's not much of a baby, Grayson."

Said "baby" sister turned up twenty minutes later at breakfast, washed but still looking drowsy. Her tiredness dissipated, however, when she saw the boys.

"Who are you?" She asked, scowling at them all from the doorway.

Dick looked up from his strawberry toast and smiled.

"We're-"

"-we should be asking you that," Damian interrupted. "This is our- my- house. Who are you?"

She looked caught off-guard. Scowling hard at Damian, she was about to say something, when Tim slumped and his face fell into his cereal.

"The sHIT!" He shot back awake, shaking his head. Jason burst into laughter and Damian looked at Tim with disgust, while Dick momentarily forgot (y/n) in his concern for his brother.

Tim shook cornflakes from his face, and smiled slightly at (y/n)'s bewildered stare.

"Sit down, kiddo," said Dick. "Would you like some breakfast?"

She stood still as a rock, staring at Tim.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, finally.

"Faint? I'm kinda tired, sorry," Tim shrugged.

"Oh my god," said Damian, when (y/n) remained fixed to her spot. "She's dull."

"You're dull," (y/n) snapped.

"Nobody is dull-" a fifth voice said; Bruce came in through the hallway, dressed in a grey turtleneck and black jeans. The dark circles under his eyes seemed deeper than usual.

"Good morning, (y/n)- have a seat," he said, as he made his way to the head of the table, where Jason sat. Pushing his son off the chair with one hand, he took his seat, ignoring Jason's protests and blocking the right hand hook which came towards him.

(Y/n) climbed into a chair beside Dick, edging close to him. Something about him made her like her better than the other boys, though she thought Tim seemed silly and largely harmless.

"I don't think you've been introduced yet, so- (y/n), these are my sons. Your brothers," said Bruce, deliberately relaxing the tension in his shoulders.

(Y/n) stared blankly at him.

"But..." She started. "But boys have germs."

"You'll get along with ours, you're a germ, yourself," Damian said, earning a sharp look from his father.

Meanwhile, Jason had found a seat on (y/n)'s other side.

"Heya, baby cat," he said, when she caught his eye.

"I'm not a baby," she said, her voice soft. "I'm five years old."

Even Bruce's mouth twitched up.

"She's right, she's quite old," shrugged Damian. "What style are you trained for, Kyle?"

(Y/n) looked around in confusion.

"Style of what?"

"Fighting style," explained Dick. "Has your mom trained you to fight?"

"Yes," said (y/n). "She says to use fingernails on faces and kick people between the legs and then run."

Bruce choked slightly on his juice.

"That's... effective," said Jason. "Isn't that what Selina used to do to you, B? Distract you, then aim for the nuts?"

Bruce and Damian both scowled at him, while (y/n) reached for some toast.

"I've never had brothers before," she said, half to herself. "Is everyone in this house a boy?" She asked Bruce.

"...well..." He started, "you're the only girl here, yes."

"Daddy," she said, "I'm going to get sick. From the boy germs."

To illustrate her point, she moved her plate a little away from Dick's.

"Boy germs aren't-" Damian started, but Bruce cut him off.

"-aren't a matter we take lightly around here," he said. "I'll have a vaccine for you by the evening."

Her eyes widened.

"I don't like shots!"

"No shots!" Bruce promised. "Er, anti-boy-germ-inflammatory tablets. Yes. Tablets."

"Mommy says not to take tablets from anyone but her," said (y/n).

"And me," said Bruce. "I'm your father, (y/n), it's alright."

"Why weren't you my father before?" She asked. All the boys immediately looked away from Bruce- a makeshift signal that had some to mean 'you're on your own'.

 “Well, (y/n),” Bruce said. “I was your father. I just- you, actually, you just didn’t know it. Uh, your mom wanted to...surprise you.”

 “It’s not much of a surprise,” she said, absolutely genuinely.

“Stop laughing, Jason,” hissed Bruce as Jason covered his face with his hands, trying to stop.

 “Do you know Wonder Woman?” (y/n) asked, out of the blue. 

“Uh, I work with her, yes,” said Bruce. “But kitten, you understand that this whole ‘Batman’ thing is top-secret, right? You can’t tell anyone, and we don’t discuss it here at home.”

 “Wonder Woman’s the cooooooooolest,” giggled (y/n).

“She isn’t, not really,” said Bruce. 

 “She can fly!”

“I can fly,” said Bruce. “In a plane, but I can fly.”

“She’s got awesome stuff like the lasso of truth and her jet!”

“I’ve got better things. Have you seen the Batmobile? The Batcomputer? The Batsuit? The Batkids?” Bruce replied, sitting up straighter.

 The boys were quietly watching this exchange. Dick was strongly reminded of the time Bruce tried to make him get rid of his Superman plushie. And his Superman quilt. And his Superman PJ’s. And his Superman socks, with the tiny red cape. Oh, and his Superman boxers.

 Jason started laughing again. 

“You know who’s the coolest?” he interjected. “Red Hood. I hear he died, once.”

“Please, Nightwing is cooler than Red Hood,” said Dick.

“Um, those overgrown brutes have nothing on Robin,” said Damian.

 “Not true!”

“Robin is a short-ass pre-teen with too many toys!”

“Nightwing is-”

“-Red Hood-”

“-what’s going on? Oh, Red Robin, without contest!”

"Boys, you're all- they're all-"

"-butt out, B-"

(y/n) finished her toast and slipped out of chair, giggling slightly at the fight she had indirectly caused.

Padding up to her father, she whispered in his ear-

"You're all really cool, I think."

[anne-lister-adventures]

Saturday, 11 April 1840

6

12 1/2

Slept comfortably – Fine morning breakfast at 6 40/’’ and off at 7 1/4 – Government House nobody asked for anything but the soldier who made our fire and waited upon us and he seemed satisfied with the half Silver Ruble I gave him – Very comfortable with our 2 rooms – Finding that we must have 10 horses all the way bethought me to go quick and did the 21 versts in 2 1/4 hours – 

Magnificent narrow defile of wooded rock and hill – Towers – One village Tower seemed to be round generally square, and tapering a little but one Tower very tapering on high projection of rock – Broad bed of river but not much water – glens right – Now at 8 20/’’ pass wood bridge over stream from one of them, and passed another such bridge before – 

The characteristic of these mountains is, sharp ridges and points and deep sillonnemens and rounded ditto ditto ditto as we get lower down – Here trees along the very crête of the high snow-covered back mountains green spots up the glens, and little Legian Sâcles here and there – The mountains of our Defile over the Aragna all wood – Beech, and some poplar and some alder and willow near the water’s edge – Fine sunny morning – 

Our near for wheel-tire coming off – This (at 8 20/’’) the 2d.[2nd] time of stopping 5 minutes to hammer it on – At 9 1/4, 8 pair oxen to a plough, or harrow? and little picturesque village and round Tower and old ruined castle on high wooded rock-ridge above – These old castles and Towers on this side the mountains generally ruined or unoccupied now – Soon after our stoppage at 8 20/’’ the valley opened out to about double width i.e. from about 100 to 200 yards broad and from the last village (at 9 1/4) full 1/4 mile wide valley beautiful as ever – 

Ananoor and its handsome spruce looking castle-fort finely situated on rounded hill in beautiful recess of the valley right – Very picturesque – The most picturesque good handsome old castle like fort we have seen – Several picturesque good huts, and 2 or 3 houses, and a large squad of soldiers – Seems a thriving little place in the midst of wooded mountain beauty – 

Ananuri or, as Anne calls it, “Ananoor”. (Image Source)

Broad streamy river – A-[Ann] sketched the fort from the North East – And I stood (200 or 400 yards lower down on our road forwards) taking its outline from the East – It has 2 great entrances North and South – Very commanding and picturesque and apparently in excellent order – 

The fort at Ananuri. (Image Source)

The postboys once en route impatient to be going on – Jumped into the carriage, and as they would not wait for me, I would not wait for them – Hurried them on as I had done the last stage – Impatient at having twice the horses to go au pas – 

In 1/2 v.[verst] off flew the tire of near fore wheel and before we could pull up the spoke ends were worn an inch shorter – A-[Ann] and I walked and the Kibitkas stopped at the large handsome barracks 1 v.[verst] from Ananoor – After a long delay, it turned out the soldiers could not mend us – 5/- en argent for a little wheel that after all would not do – 10/- en argent asked by a peasant for 4 large heavy wood wheels and commonest of their kind – No! After much talk between George and the Courier (never can get a clear account of what can be done or what not – or make an order understood between them with long parley) sent back one of the post boys for 2 Teleagas, but George saying it was uncertain whether it was first arranged for him to go with the servants’ Kibitka and all the baggage which I had had taken out of ours – And the Courier and Domna walk with us – But when the Courier went about the Teleagas George was to go with the baggage, and Domna walk with us – No! Elle n’était pas marcheuse! She went with the driver, and George and A-[Ann] and I walked – Gave the soldier 1/05 to take charge of our Kibitka till sent for, and the Courier went back and we set off to walk at 12 – 

A-[Ann] and I were in advance till the 2 Teleagas galloped up at 12 1/2 amid several companies of soldiers passing – A young officer stood staring at the change of baggage from the Kibitka to the Teleagas, our bags, and writing cases, and books which I myself mainly arranged – Told him briefly in French our Itinéraire – The thought came over me (foolish for he was too young?) it be Countess A.[Alexandrine] P-‘s[Panin’s] brother – Was he Captain Tolstoy – No! At 1st he said he was Tué – A mésentendue – His French not worth much – Should we stay long at Tiflis? – Cela dépend – Should have des connaissances there – The name of Galovine electric – Bows, &c. – 

From soon after the barracks (from Ananoor the valley widens) the valley still windening and as we ascended the hills of the road from soon after there the beauty gradually decreased till at 12 1/2 we had little more than an ordinary sort of valley neither very fertile, wooded, nor pretty – Drove off at 12 40/’’ we now quite leave valley and beauty and drive over the downs – A droll sort of cut-across-the-field road – In 1/2 hour (at 1 20/’’) from top of down pretty little blue lake in the distance and high sort of large plateau – Then descend – Meet several baggage-carts with the queer elephantish seen-at-Alexandrine oxen – 

Drove down up Dushet (pronouced Dooshet) nice good looking fort, and 1/2 dozen houses – A sort of city in these parts – Arrive at 1 40/’’ – 

The city of Dusheti, seen from the Georgian Military Road. (Image Source)

Pother about sending for our Kibitka – Nobody can explain shortly and clearly and quickly – At 3 the Master of the Post sent a man and 3 horses the 10 1/2 v.[versts] for 2/40 en argent par unne grande complaisance that he would only shew to me – Bien! But he was to pay driver and all – And he said there would be no difficulty about getting from here to the next Station – He would lend us a wheel – 

A-[Ann] and I out at 3 to 6 – She sketching – The Commandant of the ville came and said in German her sketching was not allowed – I referred him to George – He came in – Asked for passports – Read them – Not sufficiently civil at 1st and when more so at last I coldly bowed and never answered his German salutation – Then out sauntering about with with George and lastly with A-[Ann] till 6 – The driver wanting paying – The Postmaster wanted 1/- en argent for the loan of his wheel the 24 v.[versts] to the next Station – Annoyed at this – A peasant asked 12/- en argent to take the Kibitka in his cart from here to Tiflis – Sent word, I would take the wheel and pay the price, and be off at 7 a.m. to go au pas – And at the Station probably arrive with only the one borrowed wheel fit to go farther – All our 3 wheels bad – 

Tea – Had just written so far now at 11 1/2 – In the break down this morning broke my French watch glass – Had warm weak wine and water on arriving – And boiled plums and one boiled egg this evening – Could not eat any bread – Domna poorly – A-[Ann] thinks she will return with the Courier from Tiflis – I told George I thought she was enceinte – He had thought of it this morning – A pretty concern – 

This evening stood by a man weaving cotton not 1/2 yard wide at -/35 per Geogian archine = about 1 English yard – Very simple looms – He sit in little hole dug in the mud ground floor of the room – Cottages quite underground – The people the women afraid of us – Curious oven sunk in the ground floor of the houses –

7 1/4 to 9 1/2 Pasanaoor to Ananoor                         (21)

10 10/’’ to 1 40/’’ A-[Ananoor] to Dooshet               (11 1/2)          

 [in the margin of the page:]            Ananoor

[in the margin of the page:]            Dushet

[in the margin of the page:]            man weav[in]g

[in the margin of the page:]            ver[y] fine day –

Page References: SH:7/ML/E/24/0081

[peachy-passions]

Sensitivity

Hello there! Let me introduce my really first fic here on Tumblr.  I should say that the whole Obey Me! and Beelzebub don’t belong to me, all right belongs to the creators! :)  What’s the story? Not so long ago I had a conversation with my dear friends (can i say that we are friends, right? ;-;) that what if our dear demon Brothers tattoos (markings?) are sensitive in their demon form? So I write this little fic about my MC (Luna) and Beelzebub (i love you hubby) because i’m not really good in the reader instert fics… I got carried away a little with the plot and it came out longer than I thought it would (3292 Word).

Let me say that English is not my first language, and it not beta read, but i hope you will like it! :)

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Luna didn’t understand how she ended up in this situation. Her body pushed up against the wall, her back arched, her throat sore from the continuous moans. Long fingers between her lover’s silky locks, his lips pressed against her pulse point on her neck, his manhood rhythmically moving in and out of her. It was like a pure ecstasy. She didn’t understand how could a sweet, loving and gentle man be this rough, this raw… but she loved it.

It was a really quiet day in Devildom as usually. The moon shined brightly on the top of the sky, clouds nowhere to be seen. The air was pleasantly warm, almost hot, on the verge of the summer. Luna was afraid that if they finally reach June, and the weather will be hotter then she would boil alive in the literal Hell. Her skin wasn’t made for this hotness. Neither her eyes. She gulped when her turquoise eyes landed on her not so long time boyfriend. His hair was ruffled as always, those orange locks shined under the lamp above the dining table. His lilac eyes were focused on the food before him and searched his next thing to eat in the row. Those full lips attracted her eyes like a magnet and all she could do is licking her own lips.

Her imagination went vivid. All that she could think was those lips on hers, his big hands on her body, his damp skin on hers, their body connected in the most beautiful way. Only the thought made her excited, her legs quickly pressed together to calm her arousal. She had to behave… she was at the dining table with seven powerful, strong and really handsome demons, how could easily smell her excitement and maybe take advantage on her. Oh no. Of course, they wouldn’t. They just wanted. She only belonged to the sixth ruler of the hell, Beelzebub.

- Everything is okay, little kitten?

Asmodeus’ silky voice brought her back to the reality, his hand slightly touching hers next to the fork what was untouched.

- Y-yeah! Why you ask?

She gulped and her face became red as a tomato. Of course, that Asmo would feel her lust for his brother. Why the hell would the Avatar of Lust don’t feel it?

- You haven’t touched your food yet. Maybe you are hunger for some another kind of food?

Asmo smirked at her knowingly then looked at his eating brother. Of course, Beel wouldn’t notice anything except food around him. If you don’t say his name while he is eating or don’t happen anything dangerous around them, he will eat. He has to fill the void in his stomach.

- I’m just not that hungry right now, Asmo! I-I think I will be in my room! If you excuse me…

She stood up from her seat, smiled lightly at everybody who looked at her with awe and quickly left the dining room. Her heart stammered in her chest, her face burned from her encounter with Asmo and her infinite longing for Beelzebub. However... how could she not want an Adonis like him? He was handsome, his body like a finely made sculpture from marble. His lips always devoured her like there was no tomorrow. Those lips could work magic on her like no one ever. Those long, delicate fingers-

- Oi! Luna!

She jumped from the voice behind her back, her hands automatically went to her heart which almost stopped from the low, baritone voice.

- Hey! Are you alright? You didn’t eat anything!

Two strong hands sneaked around her waist, soft lips touched the crown of her head, her back pressed against the hard wall of muscles.

- Y-yes, everything is super fine, Beel! I’m just ate too much snacks with you in the morning after breakfast that I’m still full!

She did the only one thing which her boyfriend didn’t like. She lied. She lied to him. But how could the blonde tell him that she didn’t eat because she could only think of him between her legs? His sweating body on top of hers? Beelzebub wasn’t that man who always wanted to have sex. Of course, he liked it. But it wasn’t on the top of his list. The top of the list was the food... and his family… and Luna. In a draw. After them was the work out. Then school. Then after all of that came the sexual activities. And to be honest, in the ninety-nine percent of the cases Luna was the one who initiated to do the do. Beel almost never became that horny to suggest it to her. Yeah. He never said no to her girlfriend when she was in the mood. But Luna didn’t know that it’s because he was too in the mood or he just really loved her and he couldn’t say no.

- …una! Luna!

She shook her head and blinked a few times before she could detect Beelzebub before her, his big palms on both side of her shoulders, worry on his face.

- S-sorry! I zoned out. Can you say it again?

- I just asked if you are really alright?!

- Of course I am. My mind just went… somewhere else.

She bit the last few words, and her voice almost inaudible. Her turquoise orbs looked into his warm lilac ones and she blushed again. Luna never will used to how handsome is Beelzebub. She was the luckiest human in the Devildom.  

- And where?

Beel’s smile was so genuine, so warm and sweet that she could melt from it on the spot. Could she say what’s on her mind? Will he think that he is such a pervert and she can only think of that? Or will he just nod, like he always do, with a big smile and a blush on his face, then lead her to her or his room and just take her?

- I… You know I never have the real option to see you in your demon form!

GOD. It was the first sentence what leave her pink lips. Luna wanted to sink into the ground under her and disappear for a short time. Especially when she saw the shock on Beel’s face, then the blush. She totally shocked him. Her eyes filled with tears because of the shame, her hands went straight to her face to cover her. Maybe if she couldn’t see Beel then he wouldn’t see her either?

- Hey Luna! It-it’s alright! I just never thought you would like to see me that way... a-and it was so sudden, out of the nowhere!

His warm fingers gently wrapped around the blond’s wrist then his soft lips pushed to her palms.

- I can show you… if you really want.

Beel’s face was red as a tomato and his eyes looked everywhere except his lover’s face. Luna gulped then let out a big sigh. She didn’t want to embarrass Beel. His poor (not so) innocent soul was too pure to hurt him…

A few moments later, when Luna finally understood what happened around her, she looked around. They were in her room, the door tight shut and closed and they stood in the middle of the room. Beel blushed hardly, his hands pressed against his chest – and they shook a little bit.

- It’s okay, if you don’t want to, Beel!

Her hands reached for him but he shook his head and gulped. The next moment a blinding, bright light filled the room, like back then, when Mammon forced Luna to eat Beel’s custard. When Luna finally could see again… her breath caught back in her throat. The blond could swear that Beelzebub was a few inch taller than in her normal form. Wait. It was his normal form, wasn’t it?

- Can… Can I come closer?

Her voice was soft and quiet. Like she was afraid... but no. She wasn’t. Those thick thorns on the demon’s head intimated her. His wings shined so brightly in the poor light… and his whole aura made her stomach tingled with anticipation.

Beelzebub just nodded and his heart almost jumped out of his ribcages. Especially when Luna started to close the distance between them. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity and something else… he was sure that he was that kind of light in her eyes… Maybe she was horny? No. It can’t be…

- Can I touch you?

Her body was so close to his that he felt the warm, which radiated from her perfect and fragile body. He couldn’t speak nor move, so when he just looked in her eyes to give her permission her hand almost immediately reached for his horns. Luna was short. Almost too short to reach his horns so he bended down a little. When her soft fingertips brushed against his horn, he had to choke a moan. Nobody every touched his horns before him, except himself of course. But that’s an another kind of feeling.

- It’s so strange… - she smiled. – Don’t get me wrong. I mean it a good way. The texture is so rough, yet it feels so soft!

He smiled on his girlfriend’s statement and finally he let down his hands next to his torso. She touched him so carefully, like she could hurt him in any second – which was impossible. Luna was a strong human but not as strong to easily hurt the sixth strongest demon in the row.

Her small hands reached for his jacket then looked at him questionably.

- Can-can you take off these? I mean the jacked and the t-shirt?

Her face blushed but her shined brightly like thousand diamonds in the sunlight. He nodded then slowly removed his top clothing. Her hungry eyes followed his every little move and when she finally saw his chiselled chest, she could only gulp. Her index finger slowly pointed on his wings and when he nodded again then the girl carefully moved around him. Her hand touched his wings like a feather and he had to clench his hand in a fist and choke an another moan. His wings were more sensitive than his horns.

- Sorry. – she whispered

He shook his head and tried to calm his fast beating heart in his chest. She touched him a numerous time but never on his so sensitive areas like these. Yeah, his “human” form had sensitive areas too, but these kind of things for a demon is the most fragile, these have the most nerve point…

- You are beautiful!

Her lips touched his back between his back and he sighed. He could say anything about himself. So many things. But the word ‘beautiful’ was not between them.

- Luna…

Her hands sneaked around him, fingertips slowly caressed his toned chest, his hard abs while her chest pressed against his waist. She was so tiny compared to him. But she was the most beautiful, most caring, loving and the nicest person from all of the three realm.

- Luna.

He moved around in her loving hug then bended down and pressed his chapped lips to her soft ones. Her lips tasted like the sweetest honey in the world, her scent was so intoxicating – mixed between a ripe peach, with a little vanilla and of course her growing arousal. She couldn’t hide it, even if she tried. Then Beel suddenly felt really hungry. Hungry for something which was between his arms. He wanted to taste her. To devour her. He wanted to fill his hunger with her moans, mewls and her sweet wetness between her legs…

Luna’s hands wrapped around his neck, her lips kissed his jaws while his hands sneaked under her top and caressed her soft back.

- You are so fucking beautiful Beel!- she sighed

Her lips wrapped on his pulse point, right on his black markings. His wings started to buzz from the feeling and a loud moan left his lips. She jumped back a little from the noises and questionably looked at his wings.

- Beel?

- So-sorry! – his face reddened with his embarrassment and he hide his face in her hair. – I am sorry.

- Are those markings. Tattoos… I don’t know the right word… Maybe, are those super sensitive for you?- she smiled sheepishly

Beelzebub just nodded in her hair but didn’t think that right after he nods her tongue lick his markings again. His hands roughly grabbed her hips with such a force that it was sure that it will leave a big bruise on her delicate skin. But all she did was to moan on his skin while her tongue kitten licked his black mark, her fingers caressed his scapula right under his fragile wings.

- Don’t do this, Luna. Please. – his voice shook under her ministrations

- Why?- she smiled then bit down his collarbone

- I won’t be able to stop!

- What? And who said you should?- she purred then pressed her chest against his chest

The next thing she recognized that she was pressed against the wall, her top mysteriously gone, her bare chest pressed against his, his lips roughly claiming hers. Beelzebub never was like this. Never. But Luna really liked it. The wetness between her legs just grew, her nipples hardened against his pectorals. His hands roamed her torso up to her chest. His fangs dug into her lower lip, a sweet moan left her lips, his hands grabbed the flesh of her chest and started kneading them. Luna’s head swirled because of the sudden, raw pleasure. She loved this side of Beelzebub. This raw, strong, wild side. Oh if only she knew that some licking on his markings would do that… she would request it from out of the sudden, even it wasn’t on her mind. When she said those words she hadn’t even think. She just said some random things to him to save herself from the shame.

- Beel!

Her fingers hold into his ginger locks, her back arched against him, his sweet lips wrapped around her pink nipple. Beel’s tongue licked the perked nub and he tried to forget the tight, hot feeling in his pants. His erection raged and wanted to be freed so hard that it was almost painful. But it could wait. He had to fill his empty stomach. He had to make her come. He had to taste her sweet juices.

His lips travelled south and when he finally came eye level with his target he licked his lips. He quickly looked back to Luna’s flushed face then buried his tongue between her slick folds. Luna’s head threw back and her fingers wrapped around Beel’s horns. Beel growled from the sensation, and his tongue started to kitten lick her clit. Her legs trembled from the attacks, her breath caught in her throat and his finger gripped Beel’s horns like some anchor with such a force that she was happy that she is just a human and can’t hurt him.

Beelzebub felt that those long, silky legs trembled around his head and knew that Luna will slowly give in and won’t be able to stand for a long time until she cums. But he wanted her to cum. He wanted to taste her overflowing juices, he wanted to hear her scream from the pleasure. He almost sounded like his brother, Mammon. He sounded like a greedy man in the heat. But he was everything but not greedy, right? His strong arms sneaked under the shaking ones and in the next second he stood up with Luna in his neck, her heels brushed against his wings. She yelped from the sudden move, her body yanked forward, her tits pushed against the crown of his head, her stomach pressed against his head – his horns almost impale her.

- Be-Beel!- she yelped

Beelzebub growled back, his tongue pressed flat against her pearl. She mewl from the height, from the new position, her legs strongly wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers still around his dark, silky horns. She knew she is on the verge of her first orgasm. Beel’s tongue lapped her folds like a dog laps the fresh water in a hot weather. His finger dug deep in her thighs, her hips moved rhythmically with his lips. She felt that knot in her stomach and she know it won’t take long before it snaps.

- Beel! I’m gonna-

Her orgasm crashed so strongly like never before. Her vision went white, she become deaf, her breath hitched then caught in her lungs. All she could feel was pure ecstasy. When she finally came back from the clouds she looked down on her lover and she felt her clit start to pulse again. Beelzebub’s eyes fixed on her, filled with lust with such a way she had never seen before. Luna knew that he is far from the finish. She unleashed the wild side of the demon. She was almost afraid that he would eat her. Literally.

- Beelzebub?

Her voice was cracked, her breathing uneven, her legs trembled on his shoulders. He smirked then moved her left leg from his neck, his strong hands wrapped around her torso. She moved her another leg and when her face was finally in eye level him - she immediately kissed him. She didn’t bother that she could still feel herself on his lips. She had to kiss him. She loved him so much…

- I love you!- she whispered in the kiss

The demon smiled and one of his hand went to his belt while pressed her against the wall again. She whined from the sudden move, and when she felt his raging erection pressed against his wet womanhood, she kissed him again. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he slowly slipped in. Her back arched, her nails dug into his biceps and Beel hissed from his tightness. It didn’t matter how many times they did the do… She was always so tight, so wet… and it didn’t help either that he was really big. He was really long and thick and in the beginning he was really afraid that she couldn’t bare him and she will rip. But she took him so well. Like right now.

- Mo-move Beel!- she moaned

He sucked on her neck then started to move. Her moans were like a sweet candy and he grunted when she suddenly gripped his cock. She laughed but not too long until he pushed himself deeper in her, the head of his cock pressed against her sweet spot – over and over, again. Her eyes filled with tears, Beelzebub’s wing started to buzz again – indicating that he was really close to his end too.

- Beelzebub!

She screamed then came the second time of the day and after a few pumps Beel followed her and emptied himself in her. Their lips met again so lovingly and gently this time. Beelzebub slowly slipped out of her and put down Luna, but their lips never disconnected.

- I love you too!- he whispered in the kiss

Luna smiled then leaned back from his lips. His horns and his full demon form disappeared. Only the sweet and giant teddy bear stood before her.

- You know… I lied when I staid I thought about your demon form… It was true that you were in my head… But I only imagined you between my thighs… Not even your demon form. But I am glad that I said that!- she blushed and laughed

Beel smiled down on his human doll and laughed too. He was glad that he was on her mind. Not anybody else. Maybe he was a little greedy. But a little is okay, isn’t it?

[etlunainmorte]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

***

As days passed, I noticed the distinct differences between the three girls.

Cassandra, being the eldest of the three, was the calmest and most caring of them, like a real mother. She took care of her sisters in a motherly fashion, and she was the one who often helped me around, doing some of the chores for me. She was, simply put, the most talented of them. She was really good at singing, painting, and she was a very graceful dancer. Her stunning beauty mesmerized those fortunate enough to see her, yet, she remained humble despite all of her qualities.

Andromeda, the second child, however, was the complete opposite of her elder sister. Not in beauty, of course, for she was as equally stunning as Cassandra, herself. She sings, she paints, and she dances, and yet not as graceful or as skillful as her sister. Her true skill lies in being the protector of the family whenever my beloved was away on a mission. Wielding a powerful sword called the Rebellion, she could take on a horde of Demons as easily as lifting a single finger. Not to mention the way she radiated blinding light that disintegrated all evil. And sometimes, her sister’s precious embroidery.

Galatea, on the other hand, was not as talented as Cassandra, and not as good in combat as Andromeda. Being the youngest of the three, and the most silent one, she tend to stay away from her sisters. She was a very shy and endearing girl, and also the smallest. She would sometimes watch my beloved as he trained with Andromeda, and would admire my violin playing from a distance.

Being a girl who cannot express herself freely, I made an initiative to bring out the best in her, to make her enjoy the simple things in life. I taught her how to play the violin, and read to her some poetry. She particularly loved the poet named William Blake. I sang to her lullabies, her favorite was the Cradle Song. She would always hug me and tell me that she loved me in that lovely little voice of hers. She was,… a true angel.

After that, just like any other normal girl, she started to enjoy everything around her.

Weeks passed since then. My husband showed Galatea one of his weapons, the Yamato, to which, for an unknown reason, she grew attached with. She can’t wield the weapon, herself, for it stood taller than her diminutive form. Nonetheless, he let her keep it for a while.

For endless days and nights, she guarded it, sometimes poking a finger at it while it was on display on its pedestal in the living room, or just staring at it with her hands on her chin, like a girl in awe of an expensive doll. She really took a strange liking to the Yamato.

Then, one day, as the three girls played in the garden, Cassandra stopped moving.

She looked at me and uttered,…

“Mama, they are coming.”

I rushed to her side and gently grasped her shoulders.

“Who are coming?”

She looked at me with her large, dark eyes and said in a low voice.

“Ice and fire. Night and day. Moon and sun,…

… twins. They are coming, mama.”

***

XVIII

***

“V! V!” Griffon called his master as he flew towards him. “VVVEEE!”

“What have you found out?” The man, who was sitting on one of the boulders, asked with not much of an interest.

The rain have finally ceased, and the evening was fast approaching.

So were the Demons.

Shadow woke up from her slumber as Griffon rested on his left arm.

“She’s not the enemy!” The bird announced confidently.

“How can you be so certain?” The man inquired, his deep green eyes and his voice never betraying any of his emotions.

“Ah,…” the bird stuttered. He can’t exactly tell V about your entities, right? How would he react to it? And what if he tells him that and he assumes that it’s proof of you being the Dreadnought?! “Trust me. She’s not.”

V sighed in disappointment. “So, you have not discovered anything about her.” He closed his book shut and hid it. He grabbed his metal cane and let Griffon follow him as he walked away. “What a shame,…”

“Listen, V.” The bird argued, wanting the man to listen to him. “Why do you have to believe everything that Fleminger guy told you? Come on! You’re better than this! You never trusted anyone! It has always been you, me, the kitty, and the rock dude! Just the four of us! Besides, how can you trust anyone who knows your half and half secret, huh?!”

“The point is?”

“My point, my dear Princess, is to not trust anyone and listen to what I have to say!”

“So, you’re saying to not put my trust in (Y/N), as well?”

“NO! I,…” Griffon began stuttering, a bad move on his part, since it was a telltale sign that he was absolutely lying.

A trait that was well - known by V, himself.

“I see.” V answered. “It seems we have a manipulator in our midst. I will do the spying, myself. And once the truth comes out, then.”

He left his sentence there, giving Griffon enough reason to fear his next moves.

“No, V! You can’t be serious. You can’t do this to her! She loves you! (Y/N) loves you,…”

“Which is enough reason for me to suspect her.” V glanced at Griffon behind him, his facial expression dark and ominous. “After all, what fool is worthy of anyone’s love? Unless, she wanted something from me other than my feelings.”

“You’re wrong, V! You - ”

“And what did I say about me calling me that? I believe we have a clear understanding with that,… ”

“Ahh! I didn’t call you Princess! Ihh! Ah, don’t pluck my feathers, please.”

“Back. Now.”

“Yes, Master.” The bird sadly and helplessly relented as he went back to being V’s tattoos, leaving behind Shadow, who remained ever faithful to him.

During his solitary time away from the rest of the crew, V had the chance to mull things over.

To think and sort through his real emotions regarding you.

Yes, he found you very beautiful, very graceful, especially the way you moved and danced,…

… but, that scent of yours? It simply drove him to madness most of the time. If it weren’t for the strength of his mind, he might have fallen for your trap a very long time ago.

Trap. Was everything about you a mere trap?

Did you really love him like what Griffon just said?

Were his feelings for you a mere manifestation of your evil powers taking a toll on him?

He wanted so much to believe that he truly adores you. He wanted to believe that he fell in love with you for simply being you and not for another, deceitful thing.

He wanted to be happy with you, to be together with you,…

… to experience every moment with you.

After that interesting conversation he had with you about traveling, hell, he wanted to do it with you! To go to different places, to experience life,…

… to settle down,…

But, it seemed that everything was a lie, for Griffon surely found out something that was truly noteworthy regarding you. He just chose not to share it with him.

And for what reason? Griffon’s also a Demon. For all he knew, he might as well be bewitched by you and your fraudulent scent.

And it really made him believe the credibility of Fleminger’s words.

Despite that, he wanted clues. Two, one, he didn’t care how much. A small part of his being that was shouting at him ever since that talk he had with the Master wanted to believe in you.

That small part wanted so much to prove him wrong,…

And for that, he needed a sign, anything,…

He must talk to Dante.

All of a sudden, Shadow became tense, baring her fangs at something in front of them.

Then, V heard it: the sound of combat not far from where they were. He rushed to where the sounds were, and there, just on the other side of the road, was Trish, the Bewitching Devil, fighting against four Nobodies - Demons of unspeakable form and menacing powers, and five Riots - Demons of pure, brute strength.

And she looked like she needed help, even with her natural power as a Devil and her weapon, the Devil Sword Sparda.

“Let’s go.” V commanded Shadow as they jumped in to help her.

Meanwhile, Trish, despite her strength, was easily being overwhelmed. She dodged, jumped, and fought back, but, these Demons? It’s as if they gained a whole new level of strength.

Like, something was controlling them.

Was it Shinano Musashi, the Dreadnought?

Just when fatigue was starting to take a toll on her, a black mass landed before her, morphed into a volley of spikes, and skewered a Riot that was charging towards her. The Demon’s color changed from dark to pale, and when it finally stumbled on its feet, a familiar metal cane materialized above it, followed by V, himself, who teleported just in time to put an end to it.

The Demon instantly disintegrated, leaving behind traces of its blood on both the man and the ground where he stood.

He looked at her with determination in his eyes. “I’ll take care of these Riots. You take care of the Nobodies.”

Trish smiled at him. “You don’t need to tell me.”

With weapons and dark familiars at their disposal, the two Devil Hunters fought with grace, finishing Demon after Demon with such flourish. And when only one enemy was left on the battlefield, V snapped his fingers, summoning the golem that came down from the sky like a meteor and turning his hair white.

The golem called Nightmare let out one massive beam of violet light that annihilated everything in its path, bringing down the last Nobody.

V ran, climbed Nightmare with ease, and jumped, raising his metal cane and summoning numerous blue blades that came down on the Nobody, finally putting an end to it. He called Nightmare back, letting it dissolve on the ground, and reverting his hair to black.

Trish smiled and clapped at him. “You sure are a show - off, V.”

V only smirked as he tapped his cane on the ground. He took out his book, opened it, and read a single passage.

“I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand till we have built Jerusalem in England’s green and pleasant land.

"So it is written.”

V closed the book and hid it back.

Trish only nodded at what he just said and leaned on the massive sword.

“That’s very dedicated of you but,” she told him. “… you know Dante’s gonna beat you to the Dreadnought. You know, he hasn’t left the northern part of the city since Saturday - ”

“Dante would never find the Dreadnought there.” V cut her off, startling her and confusing her at the same time.

And just like that, he walked pass her like nothing happened.

“What do you mean by those words, V?” Trish inquired, bringing her hand heavily on his shoulder. “Do you know something about the Dreadnought?”

“I do. More than what I desire.”

Trish’s eyebrows furrowed. She took the man’s wrist and started dragging him towards the opposite direction.

A few minutes later, V found himself in an abandoned hotel with the beautiful woman. She wanted to talk with him undisturbed in private.

“You have to tell me, V.” She began. “What else do you know about Shinano Musashi?”

V smirked and leaned against a wall a safe distance away from her. Shadow, with wary red eyes and alert senses, lied down in front of him as if to guard him against the woman.

Griffon, who was still in ’exile’, remained hidden within V.

“From what I know, it could manipulate both lesser and higher Demons to attack.” V replied. “It uses its scent to lure the Demons and to make them obey its every command unconditionally.”

“Scent?”

“Yes. A distinct scent for each Demon, I daresay.”

His words may be full of contempt, however, as he began to partake of his knowledge with the woman who resembled his late mother, your face suddenly appeared in his mind.

And in his mind, he saw you crying, pleading,…

He brushed the thoughts of you away from his head and went on. “You should be careful. From what I know, you are not human in nature.”

“I will always watch over my back, thank you, V,…” Trish, who was still reluctant of believing V’s words, answered.

But, then, all of a sudden, a certain memory flashed through her mind like an unwanted reminder.

And in her mind, she saw,…

“I just remembered something!” Trish exclaimed, successfully gaining V’s attention. “There was this girl I met many months ago. She has this,… particular scent,… that drew me towards her. Like a drug. She,… ” The woman mused, and when she finally remembered everything, her eyes widened in fear. “She used to live with Dante!”

“It is (Y/N).” V quietly confirmed. “She is the Dreadnought.”

“It can’t be! Why would she do all this? What is her motive? There must be some kind of a mistake!”

“Dante is a Demon just like you, although a half - breed.” V left the wall as he went closer to Trish. “Surely, you observed some kind of reaction from him.”

It was not a question. V just knew how to make people talk.

“Come to think of it,” the woman went on. “… there were times when he just couldn’t stop buying vintages whenever he has the budget to blow. And that,…”

“Yes?” V urged on, tipping his head to the side and covering one of his green, mysterious eyes.

“And that he was so attached to her. To the point where he broke up with his lover and followed her around like a, ah,… ”

“Like a mutt.” V finished for her in disgust. “Of course.”

“But, this is madness, V! We can’t just kill her without knowing the truth!”

“The truth,…” the man whispered, the grip he had on his metal cane getting tighter as Shadow tensed even more. “… has been staring us in the face all along. And she lives with us still, deceiving us like we are some fools in a circus show.”

“Hey!” Trish held his arms in an attempt to make him listen to her. “Remember what happened that Saturday night? She protected you against Dante! And don’t you forget that he’s in his full Devil form! She chose you despite everything that Dante did for her. She chose you!”

“Maybe because she got tired of Dante Sparda.” V spat back, voice full of spite because of his utter stupidity. “And she’s looking for someone more,… foolishly gullible,… to tire of next - ”

V suddenly found his face jerked sideways, his cheek hot in pain after it received a hard slap from Trish’s hand. He gave her a menacing look as Shadow growled at her.

“How could you believe those lies?” Trish questioned him, her voice trembling with too much emotion. “You are suspecting her of all these things without even knowing it from her first?”

“I,… TOLD YOU!” V finally snapped, unable to make the woman understand everything. “I WANTED TO SPARE YOU FROM HER DECEIT! I,… did not expect you to have fallen straight into her clutches.”

“I’m not falling for anyone. I know how to distinguish what’s truth and what’s not.” Trish took the Devil Sword Sparda with ease as she walked away from V. “I learned the hard way, believe me.”

“And it seems that you have not learned enough.”

“Enough of this, V.” The woman retorted. “Believe what you want to believe and hurt the woman who truly loves you. Mark my words, V. You. Will. Regret this.”

“I,… only wanted to be protected,…” V suddenly uttered in a calmer voice, preventing Trish from leaving. “… and loved. But, I have no choice. I have to survive. Then, I found her. She,… promised to protect me and to never leave my side. Finally, I felt protected and loved. And I learned to love her back,…”

The man looked at her with eyes full of hurt and emotion, which made Trish reluctant to leave him.

“But, I was mistaken. She is a deceiver, spouting lies in my face like a great actress. She must die. Evil must be destroyed!”

Trish sighed in dismay. She took a few steps back towards V and put the massive sword in between her and his angry demonic feline familiar.

“If you only have the ability to see through what’s really in front of you without regretting what’s happened in the past,” Trish told him. “… then you would surely not suspect her of such things. I only knew her for a short while, and from what I observed in her, she was only a harmless little girl, a normal person.

"Yes, she may have this ability to manipulate others but, I sure haven’t seen her display such a trait. Yes, I saw her use her power before but, only to protect those around her. I even heard from Dante that she took a fatal fire attack for him in order to save him. Does that sound like a girl who wants to murder people? Tell me, V, does that sound like a girl who wants to deceive you?”

Trish left the massive sword sticking to the ground as she went directly to the man, ignoring the angry feline. She held up a single hand, to which V instinctively looked away from as if expecting another round of her hard slap.

But, she only cupped his cheek as gently as she could, trying to make her point across.

The gesture achingly reminded him of his mother,…

“If you have any feelings left for her, then go to her, confront her if you must, then extract the truth from her without hurting each other in the process. Listen to the beating of your own heart, V. And you,…

… will understand what I’ am trying so hard to tell you.”

And with those final words, she smiled at him, grabbed her sword and walked away.

“Then, I shall make a strategic move that would not offend any side. Then, fix,… maybe right my wrong just now.” V said. “Was this fool before you right?”

Trish turned back to look at him and tipped her head to the side, letting her long blonde hair fall in gentle waves on her smooth shoulder.

“I’m not your mommy, V. You’re a big boy. And you have to see this through,… ” Trish answered, then before turning to finally leave, she exclaimed with utter conviction, “… your war with your own emotions.”

***

When V returned to Fleminger’s mansion, he found the trailer looking much livelier as music boomed from it. He walked towards it, his tired body longing so much for a home and his spirit desiring peace.

He opened the door and was met with two lively people preparing for dinner that looked much more like a feast than an ordinary meal.

“About time you arrived!” Nero excitedly said as he practically took V’s arm and dragged him inside. “We’re having a feast tonight!”

“What about our duties as Devil Hunters?” V asked as he was made to sit down on the sofa.

“We’re taking a break just for tonight.” Nico announced as she put a plate of pasta with white creamy sauce on the table in front of the poet. “And I finally fixed the jukebox! It would also be a shame not to put Fleminger’s supplies to good use and not have a party.”

“There are still Demons around,…”

“Nah, we can kill them tomorrow!” Nero gave his carefree answer as he sat back down next to V. “Bring out those pets of yours. We have enough food for everyone!”

At the mere mention of the word ’pets’, Griffon hastily materialized as he made his way outside the trailer. V sighed in dismay and summoned Shadow, who also quickly made her way to where Griffon just went.

“Where is,… she?” V warily asked Nero when Nico went to the back to get some more food.

“Oh, you mean (Y/N)? She’s just hanging around the place. You know, she misses you terribly. Kinda reminds me of Kyrie when I’m out on a mission for too long. When I finally come home, she just,… whoa! You know what I’m saying?”

“I’m just out for only half a day.”

“You don’t know anything about girls, do you, V?” Nero chuckled as he took his own plate of pasta and began eating.

“I know them,… quite well, thank you very much.”

“Hah! That statement of yours just now proves you’re still green with them.”

“And what exactly do you mean by - ?”

“Here’s what you must do!” Nero proudly announced as he leaned in closer towards V as if to whisper some well - guarded secret. “Confess to her!”

“Why? Did I commit some unspeakable crime?”

“What? I’m not talking about that! What I mean is, tell her how you feel already! Dude, this has dragged on for too long! You don’t want her to go back to Dante, do you?”

“Tell her,… how I feel about her?” V repeated, recalling Trish’s words to him.

If you have any feelings left for her, then go to her, confront her if you must, then extract the truth from her without hurting each other in the process. Listen to the beating of your own heart, V. And you,…

… will understand what I’ am trying so hard to tell you.

“I’m not sure how to do that,…” V admitted.

“You just have to man up, walk straight to her, and tell her flat - out how you feel!”

“How would you do it?”

Nero cleared his throat, and in a seemingly theatrical way, he voiced out, “My dear love of my life, I declare to you my undying love! Or something like that.”

“That sounds too dramatically cliché.”

“Well, how would you do it? Look man, I only walked up to Kyrie and simply asked her to stay with me forever!”

“Was it you who said those words, or her? I think I recalled differently.” Nico interrupted as she went back with a huge plate of chicken lollipops. “Oh! I swear this is not little Chickee. Griffon lollipops, anyone?”

“Come on, man, you got this!” Nero cheered as he lightly punched V on the arm.

“Yeah, she’s been acting really weird since this morning.” Nico added. “Did you guys fight, or something?”

“I,…” V stuttered. Why was it so hard to speak about you?! “… no.”

“Then, confess already! Dude, all you have to do is walk to her and - ”

“I told him that already, Nico.”

“Whatever, psycho!” The woman sat on the opposite sofa and pointed a tattooed finger at V. “You both have no guts to say how you feel, it’s infuriating! It’s like watching two shy grade - schoolers learn how to flirt with each other! You two are such a pain in the ass!”

“Go to her now, man!” Nero urged on. “Before she plunges the world in total darkness!”

How very accurate that was, V thought as he stood up. “Where is she?”

“At the balcony.” Nico answered.

“Thank you.” V, in true gentleman style, uttered and went out, earning a triumphant smile from both Nico and Nero.

“Now, we wait.” Nico breathed as she took a chicken lollipop.

As V made his way towards the balcony, he heard you and Griffon laughing at a joke his loud familiar probably made. And when he arrived, you and the bird looked up at him, unsure how to react of his sudden presence.

“See ya, sweet pea.” Griffon said as he bid goodbye to you, going back to V without another word. Shadow, who was actually lying next to you and purring loudly, stayed behind.

“I see you have my companions under your spell.” The man began as he made his way towards you near the railing.

“Hardly.” You answered, trying to hide your excitement upon seeing him once more.

V, on the other hand, dreaded this encounter. What if he gets to be put under your spell for good?

“How are you doing?”

“ … good.”

“Oh.” You replied, sensing V’s coldness from his tone. “V?”

“Stop asking and just say it.”

You flinched at his words, your heart feeling like it was being sliced apart. “I just want you to know that I’ am here whenever you need me. An ear when you need someone to listen to you, and a shoulder for you to lean on when you have to let it all out. I promised to stay with you, after all.”

He did not answer, instead, you saw how the man sighed as his eyebrows furrowed. Feeling driven to a corner, you went on bravely.

“I wish I could know what’s been bothering you since morning.”

“I’m only tired and busy. Nothing to worry about.”

“Oh. Is that,… so?” You answered, feeling your voice getting lower and lower as you felt yourself being pushed away by the man you love. “I,… don’t have to worry, then.”

He let out another sigh, which led you to leave the railing and make your way back to the trailer. For it seemed like he doesn’t want to talk to you, at all.

“I missed you, V.” You told him, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. And you could almost feel the tears coming. But, you can’t let him see you like this. “I missed you so badly it hurts.”

And with that, you left him on the balcony.

What you told him about you missing him was the truth but,…

… did he miss you, too? Especially now that he had enough reason to murder you?

Your scent of fresh flowers blooming in the morning have never felt so alluring, it actually hurt him not to go to you and take all your sadness away.

But, just like that. He let you go.

He,…

… let you go.

***

🖤🖤🖤

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[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XVIII

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As days passed, I noticed the distinct differences between the three girls.

Cassandra, being the eldest of the three, was the calmest and most caring of them, like a real mother. She took care of her sisters in a motherly fashion, and she was the one who often helped me around, doing some of the chores for me. She was, simply put, the most talented of them. She was really good at singing, painting, and she was a very graceful dancer. Her stunning beauty mesmerized those fortunate enough to see her, yet, she remained humble despite all of her qulities.

Andromeda, the second child, however, was the complete opposite of her elder sister. Not in beauty, of course, for she was as equally stunning as Cassandra, herself. She sings, she paints, and she dances, and yet not as graceful or as skillfull as her sister. Her true skill lies in being the protector of the family whenever my beloved was away on a mission. Wielding a powerful sword called the Rebellion, she could take on a horde of Demons as easily as lifting a single finger. Not to mention the way she radiated blinding light that disintegrated all evil. And sometimes, her sister's precious embroidery.

Galatea, on the other hand, was not as talented as Cassandra, and not as good in combat as Andromeda. Being the youngest of the three, and the most silent one, she tend to stay away from her sisters. She was a very shy and endearing girl, and also the smallest. She would sometimes watch my beloved as he trained with Andromeda, and would admire my violin playing from a distance.

Being a girl who cannot express herself freely, I made an initiative to bring out the best in her, to make her enjoy the simple things in life. I taught her how to play the violin, and read to her some poetry. She particularly loved the poet named William Blake. I sang to her lullabies, her favorite was the Cradle Song. She would always hug me and tell me that she loved me in that lovely little voice of hers. She was,... a true angel.

After that, just like any other normal girl, she started to enjoy everything around her.

Weeks passed since then. My husband showed Galatea one of his weapons, the Yamato, to which, for an unknown reason, she grew attached with. She can't wield the weapon, herself, for it stood taller than her diminutive form. Nonetheless, he let her keep it for a while.

For endless days and nights, she guarded it, sometimes poking a finger at it while it was on display on its pedestal in the living room, or just staring at it with her hands on her chin, like a girl in awe of an expensive doll. She really took a strange liking to the Yamato.

Then, one day, as the three girls played in the garden, Cassandra stopped moving.

She looked at me and uttered,...

"Mama, they are coming."

I rushed to her side and gently grasped her shoulders.

"Who are coming?"

She looked at me with her large, dark eyes and said in a low voice.

"Ice and fire. Night and day. Moon and sun,...

... twins. They are coming, mama."

***

"V! V!" Griffon called his master as he flew towards him. "VVVEEE!"

"What have you found out?" The man, who was sitting on one of the boulders, asked with not much of an interest.

The rain have finally ceased, and the evening was fast approaching.

So were the Demons.

Shadow woke up from her slumber as Griffon rested on his left arm.

"She's not the enemy!" The bird announced confidently.

"How can you be so certain?" The man inquired, his deep green eyes and his voice never betraying any of his emotions.

"Ah,..." the bird stuttered. He can't exactly tell V about your entities, right? How would he react to it? And what if he tells him that and he assumes that it's proof of you being the Dreadnought?! "Trust me. She's not."

V sighed in disappointment. "So, you have not discovered anything about her." He closed his book shut and hid it. He grabbed his metal cane and let Griffon follow him as he walked away. "What a shame,..."

"Listen, V." The bird argued, wanting the man to listen to him. "Why do you have to believe everything that Fleminger guy told you? Come on! You're better than this! You never trusted anyone! It has always been you, me, the kitty, and the rock dude! Just the four of us! Besides, how can you trust anyone who knows your half and half secret, huh?!"

"The point is?"

"My point, my dear Princess, is to not trust anyone and listen to what I have to say!"

"So, you're saying to not put my trust in (Y/N), as well?"

"NO! I,..." Griffon began stuttering, a bad move on his part, since it was a telltale sign that he was absolutely lying.

A trait that was well - known by V, himself.

"I see." V answered. "It seems we have a manipulator in our midst. I will do the spying, myself. And once the truth comes out, then."

He left his sentence there, giving Griffon enough reason to fear his next moves.

"No, V! You can't be serious. You can't do this to her! She loves you! (Y/N) loves you,..."

"Which is enough reason for me to suspect her." V glanced at Griffon behind him, his facial expression dark and ominous. "After all, what fool is worthy of anyone's love? Unless, she wanted something from me other than my feelings."

"You're wrong, V! You - "

"And what did I say about me calling me that? I believe we have a clear understanding with that,... "

"Ahh! I didn't call you Princess! Ihh! Ah, don't pluck my feathers, please."

"Back. Now."

"Yes, Master." The bird sadly and helplessly relented as he went back to being V's tattoos, leaving behind Shadow, who remained ever faithful to him.

During his solitary time away from the rest of the crew, V had the chance to mull things over.

To think and sort through his real emotions regarding you.

Yes, he found you very beautiful, very graceful, especially the way you moved and danced,...

... but, that scent of yours? It simply drove him to madness most of the time. If it weren't for the strength of his mind, he might have fallen for your trap a very long time ago.

Trap. Was everything about you a mere trap?

Did you really love him like what Griffon just said?

Were his feelings for you a mere manifestation of your evil powers taking a toll on him?

He wanted so much to believe that he truly adores you. He wanted to believe that he fell in love with you for simply being you and not for another, deceitful thing.

He wanted to be happy with you, to be together with you,...

... to experience every moment with you.

After that interesting conversation he had with you about traveling, hell, he wanted to do it with you! To go to different places, to experience life,...

... to settle down,...

But, it seemed that everything was a lie, for Griffon surely found out something that was truly noteworthy regarding you. He just chose not to share it with him.

And for what reason? Griffon's also a Demon. For all he knew, he might as well be bewitched by you and your fraudulent scent.

And it really made him believe the credibility of Fleminger's words.

Despite that, he wanted clues. Two, one, he didn't care how much. A small part of his being that was shouting at him ever since that talk he had with the Master wanted to believe in you.

That small part wanted so much to prove him wrong,...

And for that, he needed a sign, anything,...

He must talk to Dante.

All of a sudden, Shadow became tense, baring her fangs at something in front of them.

Then, V heard it: the sound of combat not far from where they were. He rushed to where the sounds were, and there, just on the other side of the road, was Trish, the Bewitching Devil, fighting against four Nobodies - Demons of unspeakable form and menacing powers, and five Riots - Demons of pure, brute strength.

And she looked like she needed help, even with her natural power as a Devil and her weapon, the Devil Sword Sparda.

"Let's go." V commanded Shadow as they jumped in to help her.

Meanwhile, Trish, despite her strength, was easily being overwhelmed. She dodged, jumped, and fought back, but, these Demons? It's as if they gained a whole new level of strength.

Like, something was controlling them.

Was it Shinano Musashi, the Dreadnought?

Just when fatigue was starting to take a toll on her, a black mass landed before her, morphed into a volley of spikes, and skewered a Riot that was charging towards her. The Demon's color changed from dark to pale, and when it finally stumbled on its feet, a familiar metal cane materialized above it, followed by V, himself, who teleported just in time to put an end to it.

The Demon instantly disintegrated, leaving behind traces of its blood on both the man and the ground where he stood.

He looked at her with determination in his eyes. "I'll take care of these Riots. You take care of the Nobodies."

Trish smiled at him. "You don't need to tell me."

With weapons and dark familiars at their disposal, the two Devil Hunters fought with grace, finishing Demon after Demon with such flourish. And when only one enemy was left on the battlefield, V snapped his fingers, summoning the golem that came down from the sky like a meteor and turning his hair white.

The golem called Nightmare let out one massive beam of violet light that annihilated everything in its path, bringing down the last Nobody.

V ran, climbed Nightmare with ease, and jumped, raising his metal cane and summoning numerous blue blades that came down on the Nobody, finally putting an end to it. He called Nightmare back, letting it dissolve on the ground, and reverting his hair to black.

Trish smiled and clapped at him. "You sure are a show - off, V."

V only smirked as he tapped his cane on the ground. He took out his book, opened it, and read a single passage.

"I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land.

"So it is written."

V closed the book and hid it back.

Trish only nodded at what he just said and leaned on the massive sword.

"That's very dedicated of you but," she told him. "... you know Dante's gonna beat you to the Dreadnought. You know, he hasn't left the northern part of the city since Saturday - "

"Dante would never find the Dreadnought there." V cut her off, startling her and confusing her at the same time.

And just like that, he walked pass her like nothing happened.

"What do you mean by those words, V?" Trish inquired, bringing her hand heavily on his shoulder. "Do you know something about the Dreadnought?"

"I do. More than what I desire."

Trish's eyebrows furrowed. She took the man's wrist and started dragging him towards the opposite direction.

A few minutes later, V found himself in an abandoned hotel with the beautiful woman. She wanted to talk with him undisturbed in private.

"You have to tell me, V." She began. "What else do you know about Shinano Musashi?"

V smirked and leaned against a wall a safe distance away from her. Shadow, with wary red eyes and alert senses, lied down in front of him as if to guard him against the woman.

Griffon, who was still in 'exile', remained hidden within V.

"From what I know, it could manipulate both lesser and higher Demons to attack." V replied. "It uses its scent to lure the Demons and to make them obey its every command unconditionally."

"Scent?"

"Yes. A distinct scent for each Demon, I daresay."

His words may be full of contempt, however, as he began to partake of his knowledge with the woman who resembled his late mother, your face suddenly appeared in his mind.

And in his mind, he saw you crying, pleading,...

He brushed the thoughts of you away from his head and went on. "You should be careful. From what I know, you are not human in nature."

"I will always watch over my back, thank you, V,..." Trish, who was still reluctant of believing V's words, answered.

But, then, all of a sudden, a certain memory flashed through her mind like an unwanted reminder.

And in her mind, she saw,...

"I just remembered something!" Trish exclaimed, succesfully gaining V's attention. "There was this girl I met many months ago. She has this,... particular scent,... that drew me towards her. Like a drug. She,... " The woman mused, and when she finally remembered everything, her eyes widened in fear. "She used to live with Dante!"

"It is (Y/N)." V quietly confirmed. "She is the Dreadnought."

"It can't be! Why would she do all this? What is her motive? There must be some kind of a mistake!"

"Dante is a Demon just like you, although a half - breed." V left the wall as he went closer to Trish. "Surely, you observed some kind of reaction from him."

It was not a question. V just knew how to make people talk.

"Come to think of it," the woman went on. "... there were times when he just couldn't stop buying vintages whenever he has the budget to blow. And that,..."

"Yes?" V urged on, tipping his head to the side and covering one of his green, mysterious eyes.

"And that he was so attached to her. To the point where he broke up with his lover and followed her around like a, ah,... "

"Like a mutt." V finished for her in disgust. "Of course."

"But, this is madness, V! We can't just kill her without knowing the truth!"

"The truth,..." the man whispered, the grip he had on his metal cane getting tighter as Shadow tensed even more. "... has been staring us in the face all along. And she lives with us still, deceiving us like we are some fools in a circus show."

"Hey!" Trish held his arms in an attempt to make him listen to her. "Remember what happened that Saturday night? She protected you against Dante! And don't you forget that he's in his full Devil form! She chose you despite everything that Dante did for her. She chose you!"

"Maybe because she got tired of Dante Sparda." V spat back, voice full of spite because of his utter stupidity. "And she's looking for someone more,... foolishly gullible,... to tire of next - "

V suddenly found his face jerked sideways, his cheek hot in pain after it received a hard slap from Trish's hand. He gave her a menacing look as Shadow growled at her.

"How could you believe those lies?" Trish questioned him, her voice trembling with too much emotion. "You are suspecting her of all these things without even knowing it from her first?"

"I,... TOLD YOU!" V finally snapped, unable to make the woman understand everything. "I WANTED TO SPARE YOU FROM HER DECEIT! I,... did not expect you to have fallen straight into her clutches."

"I'm not falling for anyone. I know how to distinguish what's truth and what's not." Trish took the Devil Sword Sparda with ease as she walked away from V. "I learned the hard way, believe me."

"And it seems that you have not learned enough."

"Enough of this, V." The woman retorted. "Believe what you want to believe and hurt the woman who truly loves you. Mark my words, V. You. Will. Regret this."

"I,... only wanted to be protected,..." V suddenly uttered in a calmer voice, preventing Trish from leaving. "... and loved. But, I have no choice. I have to survive. Then, I found her. She,... promised to protect me and to never leave my side. Finally, I felt protected and loved. And I learned to love her back,..."

The man looked at her with eyes full of hurt and emotion, which made Trish reluctant to leave him.

"But, I was mistaken. She is a deceiver, spouting lies in my face like a great actress. She must die. Evil must be destroyed!"

Trish sighed in dismay. She took a few steps back towards V and put the massive sword in between her and his angry demonic feline familiar.

"If you only have the ability to see through what's really in front of you without regretting what's happened in the past," Trish told him. "... then you would surely not suspect her of such things. I only knew her for a short while, and from what I observed in her, she was only a harmless little girl, a normal person.

"Yes, she may have this ability to manipulate others but, I sure haven't seen her display such a trait. Yes, I saw her use her power before but, only to protect those around her. I even heard from Dante that she took a fatal fire attack for him in order to save him. Does that sound like a girl who wants to murder people? Tell me, V, does that sound like a girl who wants to deceive you?"

Trish left the massive sword sticking to the ground as she went directly to the man, ignoring the angry feline. She held up a single hand, to which V instinctively looked away from as if expecting another round of her hard slap.

But, she only cupped his cheek as gently as she could, trying to make her point across.

The gesture achingly reminded him of his mother,...

"If you have any feelings left for her, then go to her, confront her if you must, then extract the truth from her without hurting each other in the process. Listen to the beating of your own heart, V. And you,...

... will understand what I' am trying so hard to tell you."

And with those final words, she smiled at him, grabbed her sword and walked away.

"Then, I shall make a strategic move that would not offend any side. Then, fix,... maybe right my wrong just now." V said. "Was this fool before you right?"

Trish turned back to look at him and tipped her head to the side, letting her long blonde hair fall in gentle waves on her smooth shoulder.

"I'm not your mommy, V. You're a big boy. And you have to see this through,... " Trish answered, then before turning to finally leave, she exclaimed with utter conviction, "... your war with your own emotions."

***

When V returned to Fleminger's mansion, he found the trailer looking much livelier as music boomed from it. He walked towards it, his tired body longing so much for a home and his spirit desiring peace.

He opened the door and was met with two lively people preparing for dinner that looked much more like a feast than an ordinary meal.

"About time you arrived!" Nero excitedly said as he practically took V's arm and dragged him inside. "We're having a feast tonight!"

"What about our duties as Devil Hunters?" V asked as he was made to sit down on the sofa.

"We're taking a break just for tonight." Nico announced as she put a plate of pasta with white creamy sauce on the table in front of the poet. "And I finally fixed the jukebox! It would also be a shame not to put Fleminger's supplies to good use and not have a party."

"There are still Demons around,..."

"Nah, we can kill them tomorrow!" Nero gave his carefree answer as he sat back down next to V. "Bring out those pets of yours. We have enough food for everyone!"

At the mere mention of the word 'pets', Griffon hastily materialized as he made his way outside the trailer. V sighed in dismay and summoned Shadow, who also quickly made her way to where Griffon just went.

"Where is,... she?" V warily asked Nero when Nico went to the back to get some more food.

"Oh, you mean (Y/N)? She's just hanging around the place. You know, she misses you terribly. Kinda reminds me of Kyrie when I'm out on a mission for too long. When I finally come home, she just,... whoa! You know what I'm saying?"

"I'm just out for only half a day."

"You don't know anything about girls, do you, V?" Nero chuckled as he took his own plate of pasta and began eating.

"I know them,... quite well, thank you very much."

"Hah! That statement of yours just now proves you're still green with them."

"And what exactly do you mean by - ?"

"Here's what you must do!" Nero proudly announced as he leaned in closer towards V as if to whisper some well - guarded secret. "Confess to her!"

"Why? Did I commit some unspeakable crime?"

"What? I'm not talking about that! What I mean is, tell her how you feel already! Dude, this has dragged on for too long! You don't want her to go back to Dante, do you?"

"Tell her,... how I feel about her?" V repeated, recalling Trish's words to him.

If you have any feelings left for her, then go to her, confront her if you must, then extract the truth from her without hurting each other in the process. Listen to the beating of your own heart, V. And you,...

... will understand what I' am trying so hard to tell you.

"I'm not sure how to do that,..." V admitted.

"You just have to man up, walk straight to her, and tell her flat - out how you feel!"

"How would you do it?"

Nero cleared his throat, and in a seemingly theatrical way, he voiced out, "My dear love of my life, I declare to you my undying love! Or something like that."

"That sounds too dramatically cliché."

"Well, how would you do it? Look man, I only walked up to Kyrie and simply asked her to stay with me forever!"

"Was it you who said those words, or her? I think I recalled differently." Nico interrupted as she went back with a huge plate of chicken lollipops. "Oh! I swear this is not little Chickee. Griffon lollipops, anyone?"

"Come on, man, you got this!" Nero cheered as he lightly punched V on the arm.

"Yeah, she's been acting really weird since this morning." Nico added. "Did you guys fight, or something?"

"I,..." V stuttered. Why was it so hard to speak about you?! "... no."

"Then, confess already! Dude, all you have to do is walk to her and - "

"I told him that already, Nico."

"Whatever, psycho!" The woman sat on the opposite sofa and pointed a tattooed finger at V. "You both have no guts to say how you feel, it's infuriating! It's like watching two shy grade - schoolers learn how to flirt with each other! You two are such a pain in the ass!"

"Go to her now, man!" Nero urged on. "Before she plunges the world in total darkness!"

How very accurate that was, V thought as he stood up. "Where is she?"

"At the balcony." Nico answered.

"Thank you." V, in true gentleman style, uttered and went out, earning a triumphant smile from both Nico and Nero.

"Now, we wait." Nico breathed as she took a chicken lollipop.

As V made his way towards the balcony, he heard you and Griffon laughing at a joke his loud familiar probably made. And when he arrived, you and the bird looked up at him, unsure how to react of his sudden presence.

"See ya, sweet pea." Griffon said as he bid goodbye to you, going back to V without another word. Shadow, who was actually lying next to you and purring loudly, stayed behind.

"I see you have my companions under your spell." The man began as he made his way towards you near the railing.

"Hardly." You answered, trying to hide your excitement upon seeing him once more.

V, on the other hand, dreaded this encounter. What if he gets to be put under your spell for good?

"How are you doing?"

" ... good."

"Oh." You replied, sensing V's coldness from his tone. "V?"

"Stop asking and just say it."

You flinched at his words, your heart feeling like it was being sliced apart. "I just want you to know that I' am here whenever you need me. An ear when you need someone to listen to you, and a shoulder for you to lean on when you have to let it all out. I promised to stay with you, after all."

He did not answer, instead, you saw how the man sighed as his eyebrows furrowed. Feeling driven to a corner, you went on bravely.

"I wish I could know what's been bothering you since morning."

"I'm only tired and busy. Nothing to worry about."

"Oh. Is that,... so?" You answered, feeling your voice getting lower and lower as you felt yourself being pushed away by the man you love. "I,... don't have to worry, then."

He let out another sigh, which led you to leave the railing and make your way back to the trailer. For it seemed like he doesn't want to talk to you, at all.

"I missed you, V." You told him, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. And you could almost feel the tears coming. But, you can't let him see you like this. "I missed you so badly it hurts."

And with that, you left him on the balcony.

What you told him about you missing him was the truth but,...

... did he miss you, too? Especially now that he had enough reason to murder you?

Your scent of fresh flowers blooming in the morning have never felt so alluring, it actually hurt him not to go to you and take all your sadness away.

But, just like that. He let you go.

He,...

... let you go.

***

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein V gets schooled by mama Trish, and Nico finally gets to cook little Chickee. Griffon lollipops, anyone? 🤔

~ Tagging @heaven-on-a-landslide , @boundbysoul , @ehrzeth , @gxthghoulfriend , @simmy-ships , @diabeticsugarush , @lessy86 , and @ceruleanworld . 🖤

~ Also tagging @beyond-the-mirror ! Sorry, this is a bit late. You remain one of my inspirations to keep me going with this fic. Thank you so much! 💚

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"I will wait for as long as it takes. I only ask for one thing: don't forget about me."

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dragon age inquisition male romance options reacting to you being a serial killer

I got excited and did a few more than just the romanceable ones, including Krem, Varric, and your dear Quizzie Ceri 💖

Disclaimer: All of these are mlm regardless of whether it’s “canon” or not.

Iron Bull

The Bull knew from the beginning, Ben Hassarath training, remember? Perhaps that should have been reason enough not to get involved, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t done terrible things himself. He looked for signs of regret and despair every day, and he saw them often enough that he convinced himself that this was just a sickness you had, it wasn’t an indication of your morality. But, soon he starts to notice a pattern.

He notices that the irritability and tense muscles occur in the week approaching that one night where you have a mission for the Inquisitor that you just can’t get out of, so you’re going to be gone until tomorrow, and you’re so sorry but you’ll make it up to him. The blood splatters on your clothes and skin aren’t akin to fighting bandits and those on equal standing, the tears in your clothes show sign of a struggle, but not your own. You weren’t regretting killing, you were suffering from the absence of it. It was an addiction, you revelled in it - for days afterwards you’d be on a high that couldn’t be stopped. Your grin would make your face ache, your laughter could be heard all over Skyhold. It made Bull grow solemn, and distant, something you tried to fix but you couldn’t - you’d didnt understand what you’d done after all. He didn’t let himself talk about it, what right did he have? He was a killer too.

Dorian Pavus

Dorian had his suspicions when he was first hanging up your clean clothes, you insisted they had servants for that but he did so long to organise your wardrobe, feeling the fabric of your clothes between his fingers and coming up with new systems and categories to arrange them. You should have been more careful, a white shirt was never going to be rid of the stains - the red on the cuff from where you’d restrained your latest victim. When he asked you shrugged it off, saying you really shouldn’t have worn white on a mission in the Wastes. Dorian didn’t believe you, not really - he knew signs of a struggle when he saw them. He’d wanted to though, he forced himself to ignore his better judgement.

Of course, your final kill was too far, he was willing to ignore the signs for only so long, nobody’s perfect after all. You didn’t expect Dorian to find you, not when you’d been so careful - you’d picked a warehouse in the outskirts of Val Royeoux and used Inquisition forces to capture Halward Pavus, he’d pay for what he did to Dorian. And you were so sure his son would be ecstatic at the news, you planned it all - to come clean when he discovered and he’d be thrilled. That was the plan. One that went awry, because Dorian followed you, he followed his gut instinct for the first time in so long but it was too late - by the time he got there you were already standing over his father’s corpse, grinning from ear to ear. You tried to explain, reason with him, anything - but it was all for naught. He stayed to vomit and sit with his arms wrapped around his legs, he stayed to stare at his father. But the moment he had regained his composure he ran, leaving you with the torn silk from his robes in your bloodied hands.

Ceri Trevelyan

“It is with sorrow that I announce your next judgement,” Josephine said solemnly, trying to disguise the tears in her voice. “A man who I think needs no introduction, [Y/N].” Knelt in front of the Inquisitor was a man she knew, someone she’d laughed with, played cards with, a friend, so she thought. But she couldn’t let her feelings betray her - no matter how difficult it was for her, for Ceri it would be a thousand times harder. No one should have to judge their lover, the only one Ceri ever truly allowed himself to trust.

He sat on his throne, his posture small and tight, his chin resting in his tight fists which made a table for his head as his elbows rested on his knees. His purple eyes stared at the man he thought he knew, he tried to look for signs that his prisoner regretted his choices, that it was in fact an elaborate con - it wasn’t his lover at all! He was tied up in the basement! Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Instead his lover knelt patiently, refusing to look at the Inquisitor, instead preferring to fixate on the floor so their face was covered by their hair.

“Don’t you have anything to say in your defence?” Ceri snapped, as he waited for his prisoner to speak. He flinched at the sound noise, and Ceri felt his chest ache with guilt. “[Y/N], please. Please give me something.”

“I can’t,” you reply quietly, so much so that the Inquisitor could barely hear you. “I won’t. You betrayed me. The moment I told you, you had me in shackles-”

“I had no choice! What else could I do? I can’t let you repeat your mistakes. I-“ Ceri hesitates and curled on himsel even tighter. “Will you stop? Ever?” He ended desperately. “Give me something.” You shook your head, you were prepared for the answer, when he gave the order for your execution, the whole room was silent. You lifted your chin and allowed yourself to look at him one last time.

“I have one final request, Inquisitor,” you said, formally enough that it made Ceri squirm. “I wish for you to swing the blade yourself.”

Thom Rainier / “Blackwall”

Blackwall denied it for a long time, growing angry whenever someone brought up anything about your behaviour. He didn’t think there was anything remotely suspicious about you being often covered in blood, nor did he notice your giddy demeanour at the executions. Blackwall adored [Y/N] and that was that. Of course you came home with dark stains over your clothes, the Inquisition was brutal work. And it was also the sort of job where you disappeared for hours at night. He eventually berated himself for not seeing the signs, but then he had just wanted to think the best of you - was there any harm in that?

Perhaps that’s what made you so relaxed, you never tried too hard to hide your actions in regards to your partner - he was far too trusting, stupidly trusting you thought sometimes. On occasion it made you angry and scared, thinking of all those who would manipulate and take advantage of him. You were certain that he could walk in on you on the battlements with blood on your hands and organs on your armour and you’d be able to talk your way out of it. When that happened however, you both just stood in silence - lying became difficult, and Blackwall couldn’t do it to himself any more either.

What made it worse is that the victim was a nobody - it wasn’t a noble, an enemy of the Inquisition or [Y/N], it wasn’t a criminal... it was just nobody. A random person taken from the streets, as Blackwall stared at the torn apart, brutalised pieces of the body he wondered if they had a family, where they shopping for food? Did they have a decent job? Maybe they were a merchant themselves, or a farmer. Would their children be able to eat tonight? He voiced this, he shouted it so loudly that you were certain someone would here and you’d both be doomed. But he only spoke, he still helped you dispose of it, he never mentioned your activities again, simply nodding and going quiet whenever the subject came up. Afterall, you weren’t the only one with a secret.

Solas

“Mm, well done, excellent technique, if a little grotesque... But overall very nice. I can’t say the same of your attempts to cover up your little night time habits though,” Solas said as he entered, his voice smooth and steady and causing you to jump from your skin and let out a yelp of shock. You slowly turned around to see the elf stood in the door way, a smirk on his lips. You stood above your victim, a fucking Shem whose favourite past time was torturing elves - those were your targets. Solas would understand that, he had to. His expression said as much, and he approached you with that smug sadistic demeanour you knew so well. You thought he’d help you destroy those who’d hurt and oppress... but he was just looking for a new agent, and he knew just how easily you could be controlled.

Cullen Rutherford

You didn’t realise for a long time that your beloved knew, but it started to all connect after a while. The apostates who’d been all too easy to track, so much so they basically fell into your lap and begged to be killed. And they all came from Cullen. Every single one was pointed towards you from the War Table and it was your commander’s suggestion every time. You realised over one of your’s and his nightly games of chess. He picked up the bishop, and took your rook. A foolish mistake, truly. You walked right into that one.

“Well, that’s not a mistake the Inquisitor would usually make,” Cullen smirked, leaning back in his chair after he’d finished his turn, resting his hands on his gut. “Normally you see everything coming then you go in for the kill.” You froze and looked up at the knowing, piercing smirk. He knew what you did, and not only did he not care - he was playing with you the entire time.

Cremisius “Krem” Aclassi

Cremisius Aclassi had seen his fair share of death and everything that came with it. He’d seen blood magic and watched the Chief’s eye be ripped from his head, he still saw the man with a bloody empty socket when he closed his eyes. He didn’t consider himself squeamish, or easily frightened. From living as a lower class Tevinter to the army to working for the Inquisition he’d been raised around this sort of life, even a tailor’s kid saw his fair share of muggings, stabbings, slave hunters, and houses being burned to the ground... but none of that prepared him for what awaited him when he walked into his chambers that night.

When you told him you had a surprise for him, he’d been excited - a little wary, as he tended to be, but he was looking forward to returning from the Herald’s Rest. Of course, the moment he entered and saw you sprawled across the bed, he couldn’t saw a word - his body convulsed, shook, his eyes rolled backwards, and he doubled over with his pints of beer mixed with Shepard’s pie rapidly gushed all over the wooden floor. You sat up instantly, rushing to his aid, barely aware of the fact that you were naked or that the blood from your victim was staining your legs and gut. Perhaps this was too much, you had been so sure him coming home to see you, sprawled out on the bed, naked with a Tevinter Magister’s head covering your genitalia would be so romantic... You’d have loved it. Unfortunately it turned Krem into a shaking terrified wreck. You tried to comfort him but he flinched away from you, shaking and weeping on the floor, rocking back and forth - barely aware of his knees being soiled by vomit. Eventually he stood to his feet, you tried to aid him but he pulled away, stumbling. He couldn’t speak, but his thoughts were more than clear.

Varric

Varric enjoyed murder mysteries and detective novels, they had a nice formula that felt welcoming and calm to him. Maybe that’s why he figured it out so quickly, he didn’t dawdle, didn’t wait for you to kill again. He simply showed up to the scene of the crime one day, shaking his head and letting out the mother of all sighs.

“Shit, what have I got myself into now?” He said as he helped you clean up. He didn’t approve, that much was clear - but as far as he saw it he’d gotten involved with worse people than cutthroats, assassains, and murderers. Some of his best friends fit those categories.

“Listen, sweetheart,” he said to you, as you threw the sack of limbs from the cliffs of the wounded coast. “If I could find out it was you, it won’t take long for anyone else to. You gotta make yourself much more subtle. I can help with that.” He had his standard smile, but his eyes weren’t quite the same after that. He tried to see it as a hobby or a personality quirk - but it got harder every time. He often thought of turning on his heel and leaving you, but he was never the sort to give up. He mated for life in a way.

[futurewriter2000]

Not Alone

A/N: Ah, I love this so much and if my family wasn't attacking me right now, I'd be happy publishing this but UGH! Fucking family. Cant wait to get rid of them. Also, this is written on my phone so the taglist and the "further reading" thingy can't be put.

XX

Hate. It wasn’t easy to ignore it and it wasn’t easy to cover the pain, pressure and cowardice. 

You walked in the dark room, your heart pounding yet your face flat serious. Eyes turned, eyes observed, nothing much to see until they saw him. His grey eyes locked with yours, much wide, much scared, you nodded and left to your seat at the table. 

He was sitting in the middle, between his father and his mother. She was looking at you with a sceptical look, he was looking at you with surpirse and his father was staring somewhere at the void, scared out of his mind. 

To him, you had the expression of someone who isn’t excited about the war yet isn’t excited about the peace either. You seemed pretty neutral, pretty confident and more or so...pretty.

The Dark Lord spoke, some things happened, such as embarrasing Lucious Malfoy by snapping his wand in a half. The same thing happened to you. He asked for you wand. 

“(y/n).” he hissed through his teeth and all eyes darted to you. Slowly, calmly, you looked at his red eyes and replied.

“Yes, Dark Lord.” your expression was still calm, your heart as well. He can’t hurt you. He never will. You are too important to him to be killed, even if he wasn’t fond of you- truth was, you weren’t fond of him either. 

“Your wand.” he gestured his hand and without a doubt you pulled out a wand and let it, hand-in-hand travel to the red-eyes. 

He weighted it, sniffed it with his slit nostrills and snapped it like a piece of chalk. You didn’t flinch, only turned your head back to the front and kept your expression flat. 

It irratated the Dark Lord that you weren’t even slightly intimidated by his action, nor the fact that you haven’t showed even one fright of him. 

But he saw it- the boy in the front of you, I mean. The boy whose eyes were bright and scared, wide and surprised. His white hair were slicked back and for some odd reason, the eye contact made him forget where he even was; to see his Muggle-Studies proffesor floating above him. To know there were Death-Eaters around him and the Dark Lord, that there was also you, who didn’t look like a Death Eater at all. Just a student like him. 

But why you? -From all the people, it had to be you. And he knew you. He knew you since he remembered how to walk. You were the kid who came into these visits and played with him, simply because you had to. And he was an awful, spoiled child meanwhile you were the opposite. Kind and nice, shy and quiet. He could remember those days on the swings where he kept insulting you while you only smiled and complimented him. 

When your parents died and your uncle got the custody it seemed that nothing has changed. You took notes in class, you studied in the library, you walked the common room with the intetion of going to your dorm. You and Draco always exchanged words but a few on every two years. You seemed so casual, someone nobody would ever expect to find you here. 

So why were you?

He wondered, he tried to figure it out and he tried that in the most subtle way he could find. Knowing he was Draco Malfoy, subtle was never his best feature.

He entered your carriege, just the two of you. He didn’t even bother to say hi, to greet you in any proper way. He just put it all out there. “Why?” he asked and you looked from the window to the boy in front. “Why were you there?”

“Same reason as you are.”

“Which is?”

“Because I have to.” you quirked an eyebrow and he shook his head.

“No.” 

“No?” 

“No.” he spoke again. “No because there is no way you would ever be involved with this. Your parents were not Death-Eaters, hell, your uncle isn’t one so why would you betray your family if you were not a spy?”

“And why can’t I just be involved because I want to?” you started to raise your voice at him. “It’s not your business to interfere with mine, Malfoy.-”

“It is when your business is just the same as mine! So tell me why!!” 

“Because you don’t know shit, Draco Malfoy! Not about me and not about my family so why don’t you and your pathetic arse stay out of it!”

He was quiet for a while, looking left, turning right and lastly, staring back at you. "You didn't even flinch."

"He used to be like us, Draco. A student, a Slytherin. He's a wizard, just like us. A half-blood, who we both are not."

"How do you-?"

"Research, Draco." you replied. "He is more educated than us. He knows more about magic, dark and good, about creatures, all of them, about potions, all of them, about the ministry, the muggles. People are terrified of him for what he did and how he looks like. If he looked like us, would they ever be more afraid?"

"So you admit you work for Dumbledore?! It's those ideas he stuck in your head!" he accused but you only rolled your eyes.

"I do not work for Dumbledore. I work for The Dark Lord. Why? Because he pays me good."

"He pays you?"

"Yes, he does. Would Dumbledore pay me? I don't think so."

"But how, what?"

"You ask too much questions." you looked back through the window, seeing the castle come close.

Before he could put his thoughts in order, the carriage already stopped and you were on your way into the castle meanwhile he was left behind as he always seemed to be.

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It wasn't until the next three days that he has used to observe you but you seemed so normal. With Harry and his other two friends was easy to know they were up to something. You were just as the other students; you went to class, you ate in the Great Hall, you talked to your friends, you were exceeding in school work... Normal but not to him. No. He knew one thing nobody else did.

It wasn't until he was given the assignement from the villian himself: kill Dumbledore. He was a wreck and you could see it from a mile away.

"You're being obvious, Draco. Cool it down." you whispered from the other side of the shelf.

He looked through it, seeing your eyes illuminate their colour. He walked your direction and spoke. "So you know?"

"Of course I know, you git. I think by now the whole England knows by how you were acting."

"I am not that obvious." he snarled and you stopped.

"You are being suspicious!" you snarled back. "The Gryffindors already know something is going on with you and they are keen on finding out what that is, meanwhile Dumbledore only needs to conifrm his theory."

"What are you talk-"

"I see things, Draco. I observe. I see how Dumbledore looks at you, how Potter and his gang looks at you... How Pansy looks at you..." you broke the eye contact and shocked as he was at first, he smirked.

"Oh, so you're looking at Pansy now? " he began to tease. "Are you jealous?"

"Of that cow? Sure, believe it." you rolled your eyes and stiffened out that lower lip of yours.

"Do you fancy me, (y/n) (y/l/n)?" he grinned and was now leaning against the shelf.

You turned your head away, hiding the blush that crept on your cheeks. "No, of course not. You can only dream." you turned back, hoping the red stain was gone.

"Or you can." he winked and with all your frustration you put your hands on top of the books, hid your cheeks behind them and looked at him with your eyes.

"I am looking out for you, you arse. If you slip, I have to do it and I do not want to do what you have to."

The grin fell into a frown and he stiffened up. "I will not slip."

"Then cool it down and pretend you're not going to kill our Headmaster."

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It was late at night when he crawled back from his nightly routine. He crawled into the common room and for the first time, he saw you asleep on the sofa. He stood frozen for a moment, contemplating why and how.

He walked to you and sat on the empty edge of the sofa. His hand touched your shoulder and he lightly woke you awake. Your eyes slowly opened up and as you saw him, you let your hands slid deeper into the pillow and your head closer to the edge of it. "Where have you been?" you asked sleeply.

Another smirk curved on his lips and he pulled the blanket closer tp your neck. "Worried?"

"Yes." yours eyes were still closed yet his were observing you intently.

"Just tying some loose ends before it happens." he said and now you finally opened your eyes.

Your heart was beating faster and you slowly sat up. Hugging your knees, you let your eyes look at his and your mouth to ask the question. "Are you really going through this?"

For the first time he saw that you were scared and for the first time, he felt he wasn't alone. "I have to, don't I?"

"Why?"

"Because I have a family."

You looked down, took a breath and looked back up. "I knew you were kind of prick of a child but I didn't know he could be blackmailed into doing something as horrible as this. This will scar you, Draco. Do you really want to carry it?"

"If he asked you to do it, would you?" his voice was calm and before you could answer, he spoke first. "No, don't answer that. You are the kindest, nicest person I have ever known and since my childhood you haben't done any harm that I know of. I know how your parents died and I am sorry they had to go through that for you but you-what are you doing? This isn't you. You're not someone to be here and you know it. "

"I told you Draco. Like you, I don't have a choice. Me and the Dark Lord are distantly related. Don't you understand!" you shouted and he was taken aback. "His uncle is my dad's father. My grandfather. That makes me and Tom some sort of cousins. That was why he hates me so much. Because he is not a child of pureblood line and I am."

He looked away for a moment, squeezing his ezes shut and pinchingthe bridge of his nose. "Still?" he looked at you. "You're nothing like him."

"It's complicated."

"Is it?"

"You're asking me that question?"

"Yeah." a quirk of his lips softened his expression and you laid back down, smiling.

"When you can explain your situation, I'll explain mine." you kicked the blanket off you and threw it over your shoulder. You wished him a goodnight and left up to your dorm.

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The next time you saw Draco Malfoy was by the freezing lake. Usually, you would have seen him with his friends but this time, he was alone.

You ran to him with your nose burried in your scarf and your hands in your pocket. "Hey, Draco!" you appeared on his side.

"Stalking me now?" he smiled and you rolled your eyes.

"No." you replied and continued to walk along.

With all the whiteness the snow caused in the bacground, his eyes were the ones that were the purest white at the moment. They were having clouds of grey in it, which was what made it even more pure.

"Potter thinks I did it." he said. "The Katie Bell thing." he glanced at you and you turned away.

He stopped. You stopped. "Why didn't you tell me?" he put his hands on your shoulders. "I could have done it for you."

"I told you, Draco." you took his hand from your shoulder and covered it with your other hand. "I know what I am doing. He was testing me and I made sure that the cursed necklace wouldn't hurt her."

He kept his eyes locked on your hands. From all the frost and cold, your hands gave hin the opposite and all of a sudden, he was warm as he was back in the common room.

You smiled at his flushed cheeks and intertwined your fingers with his. Leaning on his full arm, you put your hand on it and started walking along.

He didn't protest only walked along side you, smiling slyly.

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The next time the two of you had locked hands was when The Dark Lord was calling Draco over to his side. You stood by him, scratched and bruised, angry yet exhausted.

You were squeezing it, begging him not to go. "Don't go, Draco." you whispered in his ear but he only turned his scared grey eyes to you and said.

"I'm scared." and he was already crossing the ground, leaving you alone.

The Dark Lord turned to you and pointed his wand. "What? Not joining us, cousin?" a crooked evil smile appeared on his thin lips and everybody turned to you with a gasp.

You hid all your fear inside and put your bravest face on. Your feet moved forward, step by step until you were almost close to him, smelling the rotting flesh of Tom Riddle. "Joining you? In what exactly?" you began and his grin disappeared. "I know you killed my uncle the moment you got your hands on him. Was it jealousy, cousin?"

"You're asking for death little girl." his nostrils flared and his snake-like eyes grew wide.

"Because no matter what, cousin, you will never be a pureblood. What kind of great wizard has blood of half of it?" you were now close and he was looking at you aoth a terrified look in his eyes.

But you weren't afraid anymore. Not of him. To see he can feel just as you can.

Until something sharp pierced your stomach and you looked down to see a silver dagger. "I've been wanting to do that since I killed your father." he said and you looked up into hisnred eyes. "You didn't know? This dagger is a family heirloom. Thought if I already killed your grandfather with it, your mother and your father, why not kill you with it as well?"

The blood was aready in your throat bug you didn't want to let him win. "Desperation looks ugly on you, Tom Riddle." you smiled with your red stained teeth. "You'll never have the power you want."

And with all his might you were thrown on the ground, his wand prepared to shoot and if it wasn't for some screams im the bacground, you would have been dead. There was nothing to see for you. It was black all of the sudden and before you went into a dark sleep you could only feel your hand in your own puddle of blood.

Something woke you up though. There was a hold of your head in someone elses hands and you could feel them bringing you closernto them.

"Stay with me, (y/n). You have to stay with me because if you don't, I don't know how I will live with myself."

You opened your eyes just to see his face, putting all your effort into smiling and speaking to him. "Are you saying you fancy me, Draco Malfoy?" you caughed and with wide eyes he smiled and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Yes, I do and I beg you to keep yourself alive so I can take you on a date already." he kissed the top of your head and kept you close. One of his arms was wrapped around you while the other carressed your cheek. "You're going to make it. You will."

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It was torture for Draco Malfoy to stand where he stood. His hand held a boquet of flowers meanwhile his eyes kept themselves on the lovely decorated grave. He bent down and placed the flowers. "I'm sorry." he said and left a tear fall from his eye.

"He cared for you deeply." a soft voice came from behind him and he turned his eyes to see the kind and nice girl he always knew. Your hands wrapped themselves around his torso and you leaned your head on his shoulder. "Severus Snape. Who knew he was fighting for Dumbledore?"

His hand slid around your waist and pulled you closer. He kissed the side of your head. "I am just happy that I only lost him and not both of you." he whispered and you turned to in his hold to look at him whole.

Your fingertips brushed against his pale skin and as you smiled, he did the same. It was enormously hard for him to get through the consequences of the war but you? For you he would fight another if he had to.

"I love you." he said, rocking you left and right in his arms.

"I love you too."