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Bright Red

Red Sand.

Bright red, burning as a thin line of smoke snaked its way up the sky. It was the first thing my eyes registered. Then the fragrance of herbs, sweet and spicy, filled my nostrils and my eyes narrowed. The afternoon was steamy and music filled the streets. The turmoil of voices, mostly shouting at the same time, made my brain twitch with irritation. What was this wretched place? And most importantly: What was I, Loki of Asgard, doing in this inferno?

The people looked different from asgardians, I noted. The skin was colored differently, a dark caramel that was beautiful to my eyes. The eyes were mostly dark, but filled with wisdom and even some mischief of their own… But there was a certain pair of eyes that called my attention to the brink of self-destruction. Those eyes, violet, with freckles of blue... Those were eyes of ancient times.

The woman looked away and hurried out of my sight. Naturally, I followed her. Oh, no. Pardon me. Not naturally. If I was in my normal state, I wouldn’t bother giving her a second look, not to mention go running around at the tail of a woman I had never seen and couldn’t care less about. Still, for some reason I did not yet comprehend, I wasn’t myself at that moment.

The weather was too hot, but the people wore long clothes that showed little to none of their skin. I was dressed in my usual asgardian garments, walking like a mad man after a flash of green fabric, which was the color the owner of those enchanting eyes was wearing. Crossing a corner, more people with baskets filled with goods and spices were shouting, showing me clothes and instruments, talking in a language I could not comprehend, although it sounded somewhat familiar.

I saw a flash of green and made my way across the peasants, annoyed. I had to get closer, to reach that nymph. She turned her head around and her entrancing eyes found mine again, a wicked smile playing on her full, rosy lips. Her hair was hidden by a scarf and her hands were filled with silver rings with green stones shining from far. She ran further and I followed, frustrated. Why wouldn’t she stop?

I thought of stopping, myself. I tried to simply materialize in front of her, but somehow my powers were of no use in this realm. I knew I should give up, but I could not. My body wouldn’t respond as I kept following her and nothing I thought could kill the desire of seeing those eyes from a close distance. Was this some kind of punishment? Was is a trick, the Allfather trying to teach me a lesson? But if so, why couldn’t I feel his presence? Why I couldn’t feel anyone’s presence but hers, the woman in green, running away from me as she stole enticing glances and laughed the wicked laugh that rang louder among all the other voices, amidst all the other sounds and noises?

Suddenly, my steps slowed down as I realized we were distancing from what I believed was the center of a market. Structures of brown formed some kind of building and there was not a soul in there. I hissed in defeat, thinking I had lost her, before I saw the flash of green once more, the light fabric waving with the wind as her arm held it, the only thing to be seen. Her slender hands beckoned me and I felt myself being drawn into her, the silver on her fingers and wrist shining with a warm glow from the sun about to set.

Once inside the walls that were interesting made of mud or from similar material, I finally saw her whole. She was shorter than me a great deal. Perhaps 5’25 in height, which had me towering over her easily. Her smile was beautiful, but nothing compared to her eyes. I was right at first: Violet and blue. Rare and unique, ancient eyes that I knew were a lot older than the form she was showing. The green dress she wore was see-through, light as I touched it, my fingers feeling the material as she made no signs of protest. The only response I got was a wider smile and a step back accompanied of a swing of her alluring hips.

With a tilt of my head, a smile of my own was now on my lips as I took one step forward whilst pulling the cloth, a fistful of it tangled on my long fingers. She laughed again and my head felt light from it. Her alchemy eyes locked on mine as the dress she wore was torn apart by the simple pull of my hand, turning into sand before me. I heard myself gasp softly as I stared at the perfect view in front of me.

I could feel her staring into my eyes, those marvelous colors burning me as I studied her body and took another step forward. She never flinched. She didn’t flee. She only smiled her wicked smile and took off the scarf with a single flourish of her beautiful hand, the blood red curls falling to her lower back, reaching her hips. She waited and I felt the sweet, spicy incense once more, the thin line of smoke coming from somewhere from afar.

I stopped inches from her and looked down, meeting her stare. With one finger, I pushed her chin up slowly and leant down to kiss her, my cold lips meeting her hot, tasty ones. She tasted familiar… Like a beverage of some sort. Like some sweet, delightful poison…

And then, she laughed.

I opened my eyes and frowned, confused. I opened my mouth, but no sound came. Instead, I felt sand under my fingertips, where I held her hips with both hands. She laughed louder and covered her crimson lips with one hand that slowly faded to the ground in small grains of apricot colored sand and my eyes got wide.

“Well, well… Don’t you destroy everything you touch, dearest Loki?”

I felt my cold heart race as I heard the mellifluous voice, the voice I knew belonged to her. The voice that was red. I reached out to grasp her, but she dissolved in a reddish dune.

I was left alone, my heart pounding hard against my chest. Looking down at the pile, I caught a glimpse of green and reached out to pick it up: A ring, silver and emerald. The wicked, though, was that I could swear if I looked close enough, I could see a shine of blue and violet, laughing at me inside the green gem.

I woke up startled and looked around, urgently. I was alone in my chambers, back in Asgard. It was still dark outside and not a soul dared to guard my sleep. I was indeed sweating, I noticed as my hand felt the cold drops on my forehead. What in the nine realms was that about?

Knowing I wouldn’t get an answer that night, I complied to let it go and investigate it in the morning. That if I would be able to fall back into sleep. Those tainting eyes were haunting my mind. I would find the sorcerer behind that dream, no matter what.

Far, far away from Asgard, someone laughed loudly, the velvet voice filling the room. Her slender fingers stroked the ebony and ivory keys of the piano in front of her. A bottle of Corona beer was cold on top of the instrument and her bare feet stroked the black marble ground under her. She wore nothing but a white, half open shirt, the wavy blood red hair reaching her waist, cascading like liquid fire.

“Well, well, Loki. I’d like to see you try.”

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How do you think Murasakibara from KnB would react if his girlfriend, or best friend stole one of his sweaters/shirts and wore it as a dress one day? 🤔 could you write a small little drabble please? 😁

He was supposedto meet you at the park for ice-cream.

“Sorry I’mlate!” You apologized as you walked closer to your best friend, stopping infront of him.

When hisamethyst eyes looked up to meet yours, you saw surprise flash instantly inthem.

“Eh…” Hestared at you from head to toe, making you blush lightly under his gaze. “I waslooking for that.”

His wordswere dragged by laziness and you scratched your head, looking at your own feetjust in time to miss the way his cheeks also colored faintly in red. Truth wasyou stole one of his sweaters the last time you stopped by his place.You had this crush on him for as long as you could recall and, for some reason,you couldn’t help but ‘borrowing’ the item.

Youexpected that your appearance would provoke some reaction, although you had hopedit would be something… different.

“Well, don’tworry!” You chuckled. “I’ll give it back.”

Once more,his eyes roamed through your body, slowly. You felt your face grow even warmerand reached out, discreetly grabbing at the hem and trying to pull it downfurther; it was like a dress on you, almost reaching your knees, so you woreonly that with boots and knee-high stockings. The sleeves covered your hands almostcompletely, allowing only a glimpse of your nails.

“No,” Hestarted, unwrapping a lollipop and plopping it in his mouth. “You can keep it.”

“Ah? Areyou sure?” You asked, astonished. You were positive that it was his favorite.

“Yeah.” Henodded, pouting. “It looks better on you, anyway.”

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花びら

There’s always that time in life when you recognize a turning point. It’s not always obvious. Sometimes you don’t even notice until it’s passed, maybe even years after it’s done.

It’s there, though.

The turning point.

That moment when your actions determine the next turn in the path you walk on. You think you have time, but don’t take it for granted… The truth is you don’t.

Time is a luxury.

Time is always running out.

Just five more minutes… I won’t be late.

You were.

You laughed as you ran as fast as your legs could bear, already imagining the look on Takao’s face when he stared at your disheveled self. You knew he wouldn’t be mad at you. After all, you were best friends since forever and you knew how he worked. There wasn’t a time you could recall not having him by your side.

Once you arrived, the game was already over, but you decided to come inside anyway. You looked around the court, searching for him. He would notice you, point at your direction and make a show out of rolling on the floor and laughing, typical him, as soon as he saw how ridiculous you looked with messed up hair and a red face from running so much.

It wasn’t how it went, though.

He didn’t laugh at you. He didn’t even notice you.

He was talking to someone else and you paused, catching your breath and letting the sight sink in. He smiled, but this time it wasn’t for you. He chuckled, but it wasn’t because of something silly you had said.

It made your heart skip a painful beat.

You pushed the thought aside and forced a smile on your lips, making your way towards the boys. Takao finally noticed you and wasted no time in introducing you.

“You came! Hey, this is ___, my best friend!”

Another sharp sting, as a dagger piercing through your flesh and ripping your heart into shreds. However, you smiled again.

For you, it was the first time the word “friend” felt so foul, so mean.

I’m jealous. I’m overreacting. This is nothing, you thought.

Even so, you decided you should gather the courage to confess to him. It would all be okay.

You had time.

You kept your distance.

Days turned into weeks and you still couldn’t confess. You tried at first, but anywhere Takao went, the other boy would also be. It irked you, but you blamed your possessiveness and jealousy. You knew you were hopelessly in love with him.

The long wait started growing doubt in you. Should you really tell him and risk ruining everything? Years of friendship would go down the drain, but then again… Maybe not.

You had everything to lose, yet everything to win.

You took a deep breath, rubbing your hands against each other.

I can do it, you thought. I just need some time.

It was Hanami Matsuri when he told you.

You stood by a sakura tree, both nervous.

“I have something to tell you.” You both said in unison.

You laughed anxiously, running your hands through your clothes.

“Okay,” he laughed. “You go first.”

“No, you first!” You urged, eager to gain some more time.

You weren’t ready yet.

“Fine, okay. Well…” He scratched the back of his head, deciding to just say it. “I’m in love.”

You froze.

“I’m in love with a boy.” He continued. “How crazy is that?” He laughed, nervously.

You could hear your heart shattering inside your chest, but as you stared inside his eyes, you saw it all. He was afraid. He was so scared you would judge him. He could deal with it if the world did, but not from you. Truth is, you didn’t judge him at all.

The fact that it was another man had nothing to do with the wretched feeling that you got through every cell in your body.

So you smiled and reached out, holding his hand in yours.

“Did you tell him?” You asked, doing your best to hide the emotions that wrecked inside.

“Not yet.” He sighed, squeezing your hand in a silent sign of relief. “I don’t even know how. He will probably reject me.”

You felt ashamed for hoping it would happen. You wanted him to be happy, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Couldn’t he be happy with me?

You took a deep breath, but as you exhaled, you were caught by a coughing fit.

“Hey, are you alright?” He worried.

You frowned as you stared at the hand you used to cover your mouth as you coughed. The rose petals on your palm were drenched in red and made you stomach drop.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” You lied, waving it off.

“Okay… Ah, that’s right, you wanted to tell me something?” he remembered.

You looked down, shaking your head no.

“Nah, it’s nothing.”

Maybe some other time…

It got harder to sleep.

Weeks turned into months and you only got worse. It didn’t take long and the petals turned into whole rose buds that you threw up dripping with blood. The thorns lacerated your throat and tongue, but somehow it did not hurt as bad as the truth.

Takao Kazunari would never return your love.

It all started as friendship and progressed to a secret crush. When did it become unrequited love?

It was too late for confessions, though.

Time was running out.

You should have told him.

Maybe you should have tried… But would it change anything? He was happy and it was all that really mattered in the end.

What is it to love, if not to forget all about yourself as you remember all of somebody else?

You watched from far as they exchanged subtle looks, smiles, brushing of hands. Takao had told you, quite excitedly and clueless, about how his feelings were returned. You told him you were happy for him.

You were only sad for yourself.

Later, standing in your room, you allowed yourself to feel it all. The soft caress of the curtains against your bare arm, the cool rush of wind that snaked inside from the cracks of the window, the feel of the photograph between your fingers…

As you slowly breathed, you could feel the thorns scratching your heart. Your almost asthmatic condition was torturing, agonizing; the flowers now crushed your lungs from inside. Still, somehow you found comfort looking at his smiling face. You stared at his picture again with a small smile on your own.

He was pointing at the camera, holding a basketball with his other hand. It felt as if it was the day before when you had snapped that picture. You could still hear his voice loud and clear, as if he was right beside you.

“I can’t believe it, you suck at basketball!” he laughed. “I have to teach you!”

“But Kazu, that would take forever!” You laughed too, holding your phone ready to take the photograph.

He pointed at the camera, a huge smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world!”

How ironic.

You smiled, closing your eyes, teardrops running down your face one last time.

Time’s up.

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Newt Scamander x Reader

He watched from the dark.

You did not know him. You were out of reach, for he was human and you were not. He had innocence and curiosity that was intrinsic to his explorer’s soul. He was kind and loyal, caring… Gentle.

You were none of those things.

You were anything but innocent.

You were hostile and vicious. Still, as his green eyes took your form, he could not help but long for your touch. He wondered how your skin would feel against his pale hands that had started to itch, begging for contact.

As his heart raced, the back of his mind censored his behavior. He knew better. He read about your kind profusely and still he let himself trapped. He tried, but he couldn’t look away. The pull was too strong.

You moved, your bare feet hovering an inch above the ground. You floated in harmony with all nature surrounding you. He thought you did not notice him and so he stood, hidden in the dark, watching as you got your frail white gown loose. It fell to your ankles and his eyes widened at he sight of the gloriousness of your naked body.

His palms sweated and inside his stomach, butterflies caused havoc. He kept silent, nervous.

He really hoped you didn’t notice him.

You moved slowly and your toes finally touched the cool water, making your nipples react. All of your exotic beauty reflected on the surface of the lake, but he missed the glint in your eyes.

He was far in the dark.

As he watched you bathe in the pure waters, alien thoughts began to race through his mind and it was as if he was not himself anymore. He was handsome. Strong. Brave. He was a pureblood. He was better than most. You would be impressed. You would fear him. You would love him.

With these foreign, dark thoughts clouding his mind, he began to strip his clothes. Your aura clouded his own and poisoned him with feelings and thoughts that did not belong to him at all… As for that moment, he was not Newt Scamander anymore.

He was simply yours to take.

His eyes never left your body; he was sure he would have you. He walked out of shadows towards you, under the pale moonlight. You gave no sign of acknowledging his presence.

He joined you in water and his hands were stable as he grabbed your hips and brought your body harshly to his own, something he would never do in his normal state of mind; it was enough for you to feel his arousal. You were light on his hands, your weight felt like nothing. Your skin was smooth and cold like marble against his own.

You turned then, facing him. Your eyes were bright like moonlight. Your lips curled into a sly smile and your hands travelled up his arms. He felt chills up his spine that dissolved when you cupped his cheek, almost tenderly.

Instantly, a warm, pleasant feeling filled his body. He looked at you in confusion. The smile left your lips and you stared at his blueish-green orbs, your hand slipped into his own and pulled him to where the lake was deep enough to reach his chest. You were shorter and the water caressed your shoulders. You looked up, your arms folded around his neck and you pushed yourself up, folding your legs around him. Your sweet voice has finally heard as you moaned softly to his ear. He sighed and his arms encircled your small form, your breasts pressing against his chest.

As he took you, he felt he could be anything, do anything. The knowledge and power he had before could never compare to what he would have then. He would have it all. He would be unstoppable, as long as he had you, as long as he had such goddess by his side.

Again, he missed the glint in your eyes. He was yours. His soul belonged to you and for you he would be glorious. He failed to care as you bit his bottom lip; his blood tasted sweet to your tongue as you two kissed. His soul was shining brighter than the Sun. You bathed with his light. He was weak before you.

He never noticed the smirk on your lips.

He was all yours.

Slowly, his life energy started to slip away from his body and into yours, through the passionate kiss that he did not want to break. The linked bodies were your guarantee. You fed from him and he died slowly with a bright smile plastered on his face, with pleasure tingling all over his human body.

It would be over soon.

As you reached the peak of slaughter, though, something happened. Something you were not expecting at all.

Flashes of his memory appeared behind your closed eyelids and you opened your pearly eyes in shock. You stared at him, horrified.

He was good.

Suddenly, Newt’s soul was an open book that you read unwillingly, desperately trying to stop the visions and feelings he brought; it all clashed violently against your vicious nature.

He was good.

The auburn haired man was good, kind. Gentleness and loyalty filled his every pore. He was nice, too nice… Contrasting greatly with the men you used to feed on; those were usually greedy and cruel, approaching you with filthy intentions, to have their own selfish needs satisfied. Not this man, though… Newt was loving and careful, dangerously curious about magical creatures…

Magical creatures such as yourself.

He thought all fantastic beasts were misunderstood. That these beings were not solely dangerous; that they could be reasoned with, if only he learned enough about them.

You realized he was too pure.

Too naive.

With that last thought, you prepared to reap his soul for once. You were thinking too much and it was not like you. So what if he was good? You were not. Why should you care? That was his loss; it would be his lesson to learn, since he was so eager and reckless.

Curiosity killed the cat, or did it not?

Your piercing nails dig in his skin. It was over. He would die.

Except…

He opened his eyes.

You gasped, startled. He was staring right into you and you could see yourself reflected in his enticing boyish eyes. He really looked terribly naive, so harmless… It captivated you to no end. As the trap backfired, unknowingly to him, you were the one to feel cornered. He smiled softly and you felt guilt consume you.

You could not possibly…

He was human.

He was human and, against all odds, he was good.

Humans were supposed to be dangerous, gluttonous, despicable, were they not? You reasoned with yourself as you tried not to lose your inner battle… However, you knew you had already been defeated.

You knew it… You were sure, somehow…

He was different.

You could not possibly take his life.

Hissing in frustration, you pushed him away in a childish whim and your hand soundly collided with his cheek, slapping the spellbound state out of him.

Newt blinked in awe, touching his burning cheek as he finally came back to his senses. As he registered the bare humanoid form in front of him, his face turned bright red and he gaped, speechless. It made you hiss once more, furious at him for disrupting your plans, mad at yourself as well.

Stupid. Stupid, you were. Stupid he was, too.

You groaned in anger, your sharp fangs finally showing as you snarled menacingly, meaning to shock him, to make him run for his life.

Show me you are like them. Show me your fear as you cower away, looking for a sharp tool, looking for your wand. Muggle or not, you are all the same. Show me I was wrong to let you live.

He stared at you and, after what seemed like eternity, he reached out to touch your beautiful face.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you took a step away, the water between you both wavering with the abrupt motion. He kept his hand still, on air, a determined look in his blushing face. Your heart was beating frantically, your instincts screaming for you to attack or to flee. You couldn’t, though. You glued to spot, staring at him and finally looking at his hand. What was he thinking? Did he have a death wish? Did he not mind losing a limb?

Or did he really believe you would not attack?

He certainly could not be so idiotic. However… Why were you not attacking? You stared, panic filling your core as he gently approached once more, taking another slow step towards you. You snarled again, the white fangs protruding. He only smiled, his kind stare rending you silent.

Before you knew what you were doing, your body leisurely moved to its own accord and closed the space between you both. Your eyes closed as you flinched, feeling his warm hand on your cheek.

It was not bad. Not bad at all.

The thought crossed your mind and your eyes were open wide again, taken by disbelief. You could feel it; surrender. Meekness. Submission.

Was he… Taming you?!

A loud growl emerged from your throat and you stepped away again, your hands violently reaching out to splash the water between you two. Soaked, Newt blinked as the drops ran from his damp hair like tiny rivers down his face, his heart running miles per hour. He registered what happened and then it hit him, a wave of disappointment mixed with loads of adrenaline.

You were gone.

He sighed, looking around in a helpless and yet hopeful manner. However, you were nowhere in sight.

From afar, you stared as he got out of the lake, dressed and walked away, case in hand, all the while looking around for any sign of your presence. You frowned, confused with your own behavior. You went against your nature and it irked you.

It did not stop you from growling territorially at the sight of your kind as two other approached him with hungry eyes. They cringed in fear and ran away, leaving the young wizard be. You stared at him, further perplexed. Now you were protecting him. Why?

Why did you feel like going with him? Why did you want to follow him as if you were nothing but an obedient, lost puppy who finally found its owner?

Giving up on getting the needed answers, you watched him from the dark until he was out, safe and away from the woods.

Looking back, Newt could not help but stare in wonder at the shades of the insidious forest in the foreign country he was visiting. He had faced a real succubus, touched you even, and lived to tell the tale.

No one would ever believe him.

He smiled boyishly at the thought, running a hand through his messy hair and turning his back as he walked away for good.

He would still write about you, anyway.

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Credence Barebone x Reader

Rain fell fiercely, soaking the poor souls that passed by the dark streets in a hurry to just get home after a hard day of work.

His quiet, though watchful eyes stared at the people from above, blurred little ants that ran to escape the heavy water drops, same ones that hit against the thick window he stood by. His cheap hotel room was simple as himself; gray walls, lack of furniture and small bathroom with a tub that barely had space for his form.

He was a ticking bomb, but in his loneliness, he covertly learned how to control it.

He was out of radar and living in the shadows, gladly managing to escape Grindelwald’s grip. For all he knew, everyone in New York thought he was dead. At least he liked to think that way; deep inside he still had the feeling that the wizard knew about his whereabouts and that paranoid feeling of being watched never really faded away. Boston seemed like a good place to live, so far.

It was all going smoothly. No one minded him. He got a plain job and no one asked him questions, no one cared about where he was from, no one seemed to give him a second glance. It was much like New York itself…

… Until he met you.

You came along, pierced his heart and made yourself at home without any permission.

You were the woman who crashed into his life uninvited and ruined everything he worked so hard to sustain. Now it seemed as if to stop thinking about you, as simple as it sounded, was an impossible task. Your voice, your laugh, the way you would batter your eyelashes at him and blush whenever he looked at you the right way… Or was it wrong way? He did not even know.

Credence did not have a clue. He had never felt that way before.

He closed his eyes and sighed. It was not like him. What was happening?

All his life, Credence was deprived of love and affection. The closest he felt to cared about was when Tina saved him from his mother and when Mr. Scamander tried to help him, but that was a decade ago or more. He lost count.

These people were in the past, a past he wished to leave behind at all costs.

He did not need love. He was fine without it.

He could not trust anyone but himself.

So why did you insist on showing up? Or why was it that he often found himself inside the doors of the fancy club you sang at? Why did you want to destroy the walls he worked so hard to build back after feeling so betrayed by Mr. Graves, or whoever he thought was him?

He needed to let it go, to let you go.

He could not let you in. It had to stop.

He had to forget about you. He needed to push the thought of you away.

You did not know how long you spent looking at the same spot of the adorned mirror that reflected your exhausted complexion.

You saw him.

He did not notice you at all.

You could not stop the ironic chuckle that escaped your throat.

Since you turned sixteen… All those years you spent taking advantage of your stunning beauty, using men, making the rich give you all kinds of jewelry and luxurious gowns, shoes, taking you to the most expensive parties and clubs… You were charming, owner of a powerful and lovely voice, not to mention an actress of undeniable talent.

It was useless with him, though.

He simply did not see you.

You would get on stage with eyes that looked out for him and him only. Rare times, he would be there. In those days, it was as if the show was performed only for him. Nobody else existed in the crowd and still, every time your eyes met, he looked away, taking a nonchalant sip of whatever beverage he always had, his free hand inside his pocket, as if you were just a cheap act, as if you meant nothing.

You sighed, staring at your reflection once more, putting on a fake smile, the one that got you through every night.

How cruel life could be.

Months passed since you had last seen him.

It was crazy, you knew. A lady should not be doing this, but then again… Could you really be considered a lady? Who were you? You had no idea. Only thing you knew was that you always got what you wanted and right then, there was only one thing you wanted...

Him.

You were used to not seeing him for days, but he would show up at least once a week. Never gone for weeks, months! It was absurd! It was outrageous!

It was driving you insane.

You needed your dose of him and you had enough of the abstinence.

You knew you should not be doing what you were about to, but you felt crazed and acted as such. When you think you have nothing to lose, you are inclined to throw caution and common sense to the wind.

Footsteps were heard, louder and louder. Your heart raced. Was it he? You had second thoughts; biting one of your perfectly polished nails, you thought that if it was not him, maybe you should just leave and forget about this madness.

As the doorknob turned, though, you knew it was too late to go back.

After torturing minute of silence, you heard the door slide open. The pale moonlight lit up his face in the darkness as he moved.

You stared at him from across the room. As soon as his eyes fell upon you, he paused, a flash of shock showing through his stare.

You observed patiently, making no sound. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he took off his coat, let it hung up by the door, finally looking at you once more, and then out of his window. You leaned against his wall, staring at his ethereal complexion touched by the blueish rays of light.

“What are you doing in my room?” His deep, now steadier voice inquired, so cold and distant.

You knew you should feel discouraged by his words. You should be embarrassed. You probably should apologize and leave; you had intruded his place – it took you no more than a charming smile to the gatekeeper, an autograph and it was all needed to have his keys and a permit to get inside the building.You were out of line and you knew it.

You did not care, though.

You needed your dose of him. You wanted to look at him; you thought it would be enough to satisfy your heart.

Big mistake.

“I had to see you.” You stated, your enchanting voice faltering just slightly.

He hesitated. You watched the clash of feelings inside his eyes, but it was not long until that blank, expressionless look was back on his face.

He waited for you to speak, but no more words came. He closed his eyes, a hand running through his now disheveled, short but messy hair.

He had to push you away.

“Very well. You saw me. Please leave, now.”

Again, no words came from you. He took a deep breath. You were too persistent and he did not have the will to waste time with all of it. He was not like the men he thought you clung to. What did you want from him?

“Please do not let me ask you again.” Credence pressed on, noticing your coat and picking it up as if to give you a clue he was serious about it, opening the door and looking at his feet, waiting for you to move.

“Alright.” You whispered, sighing. Walking towards the door where he stood, you watched as he held out your coat for you to take, not even lifting his eyes to spare you one last glance.

It hurt. It hurt terribly and you fought the urge to press your hand to your heart.

“Y/N.” You spoke, so close that he could feel the lovely scent that came from your hair and clothes. It was somehow intoxicating.

He hesitated again. He should not care about it. He did not ask your name. In fact, he knew it from the many posters around town, posters that announced your shows, always showing your beautiful smiles and poses.

“Credence.” He murmured, his voice hoarse, raw.

Your heart skipped a thousand beats in one spare second.

It happened too fast… Before he could anticipate it, your hand reached out and touched his cheek tenderly. He hastily took a step back, as if you had burned him. You gasped softly, alarmed, recoiling and trying hard to ignore the sharp stab that assaulted your heart once more.

“Please leave, get out. Now! Get out!” His voice was louder and desperate.

You did not think twice and nodded nervously, storming out of the small apartment, tears streaming down your face as you hurried down stairs, walking out the building and running as fast as your heels allowed, the cold heavy rain striking every part of your body.

Credence breathed heavily, horrified. He stared at the opened door after a moment; his own heartbeats were painful inside his chest.

You probably hated him now.

It was probably for the good, as well.

So why did he feel so… Wrong?

He was about to run a hand through his hair again, but was stopped as he realized he was still holding your coat. He sighed, helplessly. He lived in a distant part of the town. It was a fact you had to cross a long way to reach him. Now you were out in the freezing rain in that ridiculously thin dress, most likely soaked to the bone. With no coat.

He grabbed his own coat and followed your steps the best he could. Luckily, your high, expensive and now ruined heels prevented you from going very far.

“Y/N!” He tried, calling out for you.

Your heart almost stopped, but you forced yourself to ignore his voice, walking faster instead.

Credence frowned, irritated. He definitely was not used to this. Where all people this confusing or was it only this woman?

Finally catching up, he hesitated before closing his hand around your slim arm and pulling you to a halt, accidentally making you spin and crash against his chest.

“Sorry, I…” He stared, blushing lightly.

“No, please save it.” You cut him, shakily. Your tears streamed down with the rain, ruining your make up. “You were in your right, I was completely out of line and I do apologize. Now, if you will excuse me.” You bowed shortly before turning around again to leave.

You did not go far, though, for he still had his soft, although firm grip on your arm.

“What?” You hissed, annoyed, feeling utterly humiliated and broken.

“You forgot this.” He stated, both now soaked from head to toe.

You looked at him and then at his hand, spotting your then ruined coat.

You blinked a couple of times, feeling a new wave of shame washing through… And laughed bitterly.

“Of course! Why, thank you, kind sir!” You exclaimed, feeling ridiculous. “And here was I, thinking you actually had come after me, that you were worried. No! You just wanted to return me a spoiled coat!”

He frowned. “I think the only spoiled thing here is you, miss.”

His words felt like a slap on your face. You tugged your arm free. “It was a mistake. I should never have come after you.” You spat, as a wounded animal, walking away again.

Credence had no idea why watching you go made him feel so lost.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted, frustrated.

You stopped as soon as you heard him; all your feelings needed an escape or else you would burst. What did you want from him? Did you hear him right?

All right then.

Turning around, you walked to him with determined steps, a look of pure anger in your face and he braced himself, sure that you would smack him or anything of the sort.

Stopping right in front of him, your delicate hands grasped fistfuls of his white shirt and you pulled him to a bruising, harsh kiss.

Suddenly the world stopped spinning and all sounds ceased for Credence. The cold rain had no effect against the burning fever your lips inflicted to him. Slowly and instinctively, his hands rested around you, still uncertain. One kiss followed the other, until you were both out of breath and broke apart, noticing people had started to give you disapproving looks due to the public display of affection.

“I have no money. No possessions. I am a no one.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“I don’t care.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder.

He flinched lightly with the new contact. “I am not… I am not normal. I am not… safe. You do not understand.”

You lifted your head just enough to whisper in his ear. “I don’t care, Credence.” You sighed and the action brought shivers down his entire body. “Let me in.”

“I cannot. Please, I cannot.” He pleaded.

“What about what I want?” You pulled away, your hands still on his shirt. “Let me in… Credence, please!”

“I will never make you happy. There are so many secrets… Just please leave. Forget me.”

“How can I forget you… No, Credence. Please… Let me cherish you, love you and we will both be happy! You can make me happy! I care not about the money… And… And if you say you are dangerous… Is there people after you? I do not mind, we can go anywhere… P-Please!” You found yourself in despair without any clue of why. You felt him slipping away and for some reason, it broke your heart. Why could that be? When you knew so little about him?

Love? He only realized the importance of those words when they left your mouth, but it could not be helped. You had no idea of what he was. He was sure you would think differently if you ever found out.

He sighed, his hands trembling as he gently loosened your grip on him. His dark eyes found yours again and he handed you the coat, stepping away.

“Thank you…” He started, taking another step backwards. “Do not look for me anymore.” He said with a sad, almost imperceptible smile on his face. “Forget about me, Y/N. I am not who you think I am. Stay away from me.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you behind.

You stood in the rain, watching until he was out of sight. You felt as if he had stabbed your heart and left you there, to bleed.

It was over.

It was over before it had even begun.