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Startling Nightmare (Alec x Reader)

The reader's appearance is not specified. Gender neutral Y/N.

A/N: Sooo... Make of this what you will. It just happened. Many things are left open for your interpretation. Please let me know what you think..(cries in self-consciousness)

Have fun and enjoy!

Your heart pounded rapidly as your eyes shot open. A feeling of pressure remained in your ankles and feet, although you knew that that sensation couldn’t be real. Still, the pictures that had unfolded in front of your eyes a few seconds ago – sometimes idyllic but always foreboding, sometimes gruesome and inescapable – had carried over from the dream world into the actual world, leaving you with not only tingling feet but also with sweat grasping your body. Your forehead was clammy, and your pajama shirt clung to your skin. Usually, you sleep with a lot of clothes and a thick blanket. Otherwise, you get cold. But now was one of those rare times when all of it was too warm for comfort.

You dared not to move. Usually, you do not mind nightmares. When you woke up, you laughed about them and giggled when you closed your eyes again, soaking up the rest of the night’s hours for more sleep. But this one… It had been so vivid, so dynamic, and disturbing that it invoked the need to be held by someone. You were not a person who liked to be held. You dealt with your stuff on your own. But not now.

You called out his name faintly. Although you despised the emotions and memories that followed you like the shadows of a ghost. He had taken your dreams, after all, by bringing you to this cursed castle. You only dared to move your head to the side a little, limbs remaining under the blanket. A part of you was afraid that the woman from your dream would suddenly appear out of nowhere. Maybe hanging from the ceiling or clinging to one of the pillars of that stupid vampire’s four-poster bed. You were so grateful when you only found him. He was already standing next to the bed, keeping his distance. Either he had heard your heartbeat accelerating while you dreamed and had come immediately to see whether you were alright, or he had appeared like a flash of lightning – just without the light but instead like a looming shadow, tracing your every movement – when you had called his name.

You couldn’t tell. Just like his sleepless immortality failed to grasp the concept of a dream, your human senses were fallible when it came to this marvelous being. He had gone too long without dreams. For him, only reality had remained. Sober and gloomy. Until you came… But you fought him with every ounce of blood in your body. The very source that had made him addicted to you in the first place. Until the addiction transformed from craving your blood into the encompassing sensation of unconditional love. But that transformation had only happened for him. You needed more time. You were not ready to love nor to be his.

“Alec.”

“Y/N.” He hovered at the edge of his bed.

His bed. His room. His everything. But your boundaries. And he respected those. In fact, in the last few months, his room had become your safe place. Your things were scattered everywhere, but Alec did not mind. He gave you as much alone time and space as you needed, realizing that this was the least he could do after tearing you from your life. Alec was now often found in Jane’s room, much to the latter’s dismay. She was also very fond of her time alone, but the twins could be in the same room and not talk for hours or even days.

You found yourself mulling again and again over the fact that Alec and Jane had never once called you out for needing so much alone time. Especially Alec was very understanding. He seemed to understand when you wore noise-canceling headphones, lying on the ground and staring out the window. A lot of people have called you absurd and abnormal for your behavior. So often that you were just waiting for someone to utter those words again. The past had made you believe that you were not deserving of kindness nor of being understood. So whenever someone said or did something nice to and for you, you questioned it endlessly, trying to decipher an ulterior motive that was not there.

That made it so hard to trust Alec. To love him like he did you. Unconditionally, spiritually, and infinitely.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Alec asked, a tremble going through his hand. But he didn’t act on it. He didn’t reach out to touch you.

Despondent, you nodded. “Can… you…” The words died on your tongue. It was so hard to say them out loud.

But Alec understood. “Of course, I can hold you. If you want?”

You nodded again. Slowly and cautiously, he got on the bed, the mattress sinking down. The presence of his weight was already comforting. But you needed more. He waited patiently, letting you decide how close you would be. You had a clear idea in your head. You placed a small pillow on his chest, and he held it in place. Then, you draped your blanket around your shoulders and back, climbing between his legs, rolling on your side as his arms engulfed you. You rested your head on the soft pillow. One of Alec's hands cradled your head. The other lay on your shoulder. Occasionally, it wandered down, drawing circles on your arm.

Now Alec was everywhere. You were caged by him. Lost in him.

“What did you dream about?” he asked softly, pulling you closer to him. His legs drew together, his knees almost touching. Alec made you feel one hundred percent safe. But the dream…

You could not ignore this one. Your dreams always had some kind of prescient quality. Not every dream, but some were hints pointing toward the future. There was some message in this dream, too. Impending doom and danger that might be prevented. Sometimes, you wondered whether those dreams would manifest themselves as a gift when you were going to be turned into a vampire. A week ago, the Kings had sent someone who could see whether a human would have a gift once they were transformed. That man could also see what kind of gift it would be. However, in your case, he could only see that you would have a gift. Nothing concrete formed in his mind. That was no surprise. Not even Aro’s gift worked properly on you. When he touched your skin, he could only see a few random pictures that originated from your mind, and although they were powerful, they were not especially telling about you as a person.

Some pictures showed moments of your life. Most depicted… fantasies. Monsters. Dark colors. Light colors. Mountains not found on this planet. Stars. Vast oceans. You had always refrained from commenting on Aro when he wondered about your peculiar mind. You always had a very 'alive' imagination that seemed to be its own independent entity. It just so happened to have chosen your body as its vessel. There was no taming it. Only accepting and living with it.

Initially, you did not like the idea of becoming immortal. But the Volturi Kings had told you the rules. A human could not live with the knowledge of the supernatural world. Which meant death.

You had been fine with that. Anything but being stuck in a prison with powerful beings who hunted your kind. But Alec would not allow that. You had heated arguments, but eventually, he prevailed. Talking you through the advantages of being a vampire over and over again. Some discussions were pretty factual and rational on both sides. What convinced you eventually was not beauty or eternity. But you really wanted to have one of those high-functioning vampire brains. Imagine… The possibilities. The languages you could learn! You had already picked out a few that you had always wanted to study but did not have the time for. But if you put immortality into the equation… There was more than enough time.

When you had told Alec that you were okay with becoming a vampire, he had breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn’t need to. Naturally, he had inquired why you had changed your mind. The vampire smiled smugly when you told him, the corners of his mouth twisting with amusement.

“You are a clever one, Y/N.” Alec chuckled. “There is no power as great as knowledge. Besides, you do not need more beauty. You are perfect as you are.”

“Whoa… Tone the flirting down a little.” You rolled your eyes, sitting next to him on the sofa in the library where he was reading a book.

“There is a difference between flirting and speaking the truth.” He kept his gaze on his book.

“Stop it, charmer.” Your cheeks were glowing slightly.

Alec heard the rush of blood in your cheeks and smiled, satisfied. “Never. So, what languages?”

“Definitely French and Japanese.”

“I can help you with French. Japanese… I know someone who might be able to teach you. You will only get the best teachers and books, of course.”

“Splendid.” For the first time, Alec saw you smiling genuinely and brightly. So languages. You loved languages. He remembered that and your smile. Languages and telling stories. Those were your purposes. He knew there was nothing you were more passionate about. Just thinking and talking about it made your eyes glow, clouding him deeper and deeper in your enchanting presence.

That passionate expression was a stark contrast to the dullness that had settled on your face now. It seemed like you had not heard him asking what you had dreamt about.

Or maybe you had, but you were so lost in your mind now you had forgotten he had asked a question.

“Y/N,” he called out softly, brushing your temple. You jumped, startled. Ahh… you had indeed wandered into the most remote corners of your enigmatic brain. It often happened. “What did you dream about?”

“Do you perhaps know a woman with black hair and yellow eyes? Yellow cat-like eyes?”

Alec frowned. “What do…” But the words died in his throat. He did know a woman with black hair and cat-like eyes. Her eyes were not exactly yellow. They were an intermediate form between brown and yellow. “Tell me more,” he said instead.

“So you do know someone like that.”

“Yes. Her coven drinks animal blood. What happened in your dream?”

“Well.” You paused. “Buckle up, Sir, as we dive deep into the human subconscious. This will be a ride unlike any you have ever seen before. Hooray..."

"So," you began, "at the beginning of my dream, we both were swimming in the sea near a small harbor. We were both wearing clothes. And were still dry. But dreams don’t ever make sense. So, I wouldn’t bother about that detail too much. Anyway, that woman suddenly appeared next to us. Her skin was grey and looked unhealthy. She stared at us, but we didn’t mind her. So we left the water, walking on a lane that connected a park to its city.

"The woman followed us. We turned to the city, and she went toward the park. Strangely enough, I talked to her, and we smiled at each other. Somehow, she looked normal then. Lovely, even. Beautiful skin and bronze hair. Warm eyes. We parted ways with her, following the sandy road to the city. Suddenly, while we walked, I felt pressure on my feet. I looked down, staring at them. They were covered in blood. Something was sticking out of them. Something that did not belong there. Startled, we turned to our side. The woman was back: grey skin, yellow eyes, long black, sleek hair. Smiling sadistically again. She tricked us, making us believe she was friendly. And when we weren’t looking, she attacked from behind. The scary thing is, you didn’t see any of it coming. You didn't hear her approach.”

Alec remained silent. “I know her.”

“She loves you. She is obsessed,” you noted flatly. “You have history.”

“Yes, but that’s nothing for you to worry about.” He kissed the top of your head. “I was never interested in her. I will see if she poses a threat.”

“I don’t quite believe I have nothing to worry about.” You shook your head. “My dream told me you weren’t worrying enough.”

“But now I am aware of her. I won’t take this dream lightly. I know that you have some kind of gift.”

“Another thing.” You sat up, staring deep into his eyes.

“What is it?” Alec tensed when you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck. He quickly relaxed, however. Enjoying your warm breath on his cold skin. “We have met before. Haven’t we?”

“Yes.” Pained, Alec nodded.

“In another life.” You kissed his jaw, face returning to the crook of his neck. “Before the dream I just described, there was another sequence of events. It was shorter. But I was there. I was not from this life. But from another. And the woman was there, too.”

The vampire’s arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He crossed his legs, caging you even more. “Yeah, in that life I lost you to her. And it will not happen again.”

“How many years ago was it?”

Alec chuckled. “Y/N, darling. Think bigger. We are talking about centuries. 1245, to be exact. But you were a young man then. A poet. Dashing and courageous.”

"I’m glad to be back.”

“Glad.” Alec spat the word out. “That does not even come close to describing how I feel. It is hard to put into words. I’m sure you can find the right words. After all, you are talented with them.”

“It feels like a dead planet was revived by hope and hope alone after experiencing armageddon. As if all the puzzle pieces of the world have connected to build their one true form. As if the past, present, and future have morphed into one entity to give birth to an endless golden summer. It feels like…”

“You.” Alec breathed. “Just like you. And that is enough.”

“You…” You smiled. “Yes. You.”

Alec was about to swear that he would never leave your side from now on. Even if it annoyed you. But then he felt your slow heartbeat and even breaths. You had fallen asleep. Here, in his arms.

“It feels like me, too. Like you and me.” Alec closed his eyes, imagining a dream.

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fanfictionlibrary · 8 months

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Hi there. How are you doing? I love demon slayer and I liked the one you published about sanemi and her tsuguko. Can I please request one about Tangiro, Inoske, Zenitsu and Nezuko meeting Y/N? (Nothing romantic, just them befriending Y/N) If you can and you feel comfortable doing it can it please be a gn!reader? if not Male is alright.

The breathing technique can be a random one (even one that it's totally made up)

Thank you so much and sorry if you didn't understand the request (English is not my first language)

Meeting the Gang (Demon Slayer x gn!Reader)

Appearance is not specified. Breathing style: Soul breathing.

A/N: The Twilight request will be out in the next few days.

Also, thanks for this lovely request. I am doing fine. How about you, @smile-wearewatching? And don't worry about your English. It's really good! English is not my first language either. So, I get how you feel ;-)

Enjoy!!!

It was an awful mission that your crow had given you by request of Oyakata-sama. The forest surrounding you was dense, and the lack of light made it hard to distinguish trees from wild animals. Or worse, from demons. It did not help that the deeper you went inside the forest, the thicker the fog became. But that was okay. After all, reaching the source of the fog was your goal. Certainly, the demon who was responsible for abducting villagers, waking them from their sleep as his mist sang sweetly to them and luring them inside the forest, must be located there. The night was still young, and the fog had not extended its arms past the forest's borders yet. You had enough time to protect the few unlucky villagers that would be picked as snacks.

Now was the time to act. Still, you wondered how exactly you were supposed to find the demon, the origin, the core of the fog, if you could not even see your hand in front of your eyes.

But you couldn’t dwell on that for too long. You now had to fulfill your duty as a demon slayer. There was no way around it. When you had officially become a demon slayer, you laid one hand in Death’s oh-so-trusting claws. And he had promised to deliver you peacefully to the land of the dead in case you failed on one of your missions. Heaven or hell - that did not matter, you had told him. Just a painless existence in the afterlife. Something cozy and comfortable. That was all. That being said, you were not afraid of Death. You had looked that possible part of your fate in its face and had accepted it.

Slowly, you ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. The fog enclosed you more and more, grazing your skin. You halted in your steps, focusing on your breathing style and surroundings. Your technique was soul breathing, which allowed you to sense the souls of others – humans and demons – around you. It gave you an advantage over the demon, allowing you to pinpoint his location. The demon was not strong enough to eclipse this strategy of yours while enveloping you in his fog. Nor did he seem to notice what you were doing.

To your right, you felt it. Three powerful, charismatic human souls. So vibrant in color that they momentarily took your breath away. One soul was red, one yellow, and the other one blue. For now, that is. The color of one’s soul is never definitive. Actually, it is just about every color you can imagine. However, in some moments, one color might prevail, whereas the others decline, only to burst alive at another time.

What startled you nonetheless were the two demon souls. One demon's soul was green. It fought the three human souls viciously. The other demon soul, the purple one, was unbelievably good-natured and kind. Your heart swelled. You couldn’t believe what you were sensing. A demon fighting alongside humans? A demon fighting a demon? How…?

You accelerated, katana at the ready, and rushed into a clearing where you saw the battle unfolding. The first thing you noticed was the prodigious antlers sprouting from the demon’s head. The demon had hung up some remains of his victims on them. A hand here. An arm there. Hairs, ears… You swallowed thickly, trying your hardest not to vomit on the spot. The demon was at least as tall as a tree. His legs looked like those of a deer, whereas his upper body was human. As is often the case with demons, his face looked remarkably handsome and deceiving.

A red-haired demon slayer was fighting against the monster, using the water breathing style. At the same time, he tried to evade the thick roots that were trying to grab him mercilessly. So far, the demon slayer, who also had a red scar on his forehead, prevailed. But he couldn’t get any closer to the demon. As soon as he tried, new roots sprouted from the ground. It was obvious that he wasn't able to keep this up for long. He already looked pretty beaten.

A few meters behind him, directly in front of the clearing’s edge, sat a young boy on the ground. You couldn’t make out his facial features. His eyes were white and enlarged with fear. Desperately, he clung to the demon girl, screeching ceaselessly.

“NEZUKO-CHAN, PLEASE PROTECT ME! I AM GOING TO DIE! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BECOME A DEMON SLAYER. IT WAS A MISTAKE. LET’S RUN AWAY AND MARRY! NEZUKO-CHAN, I AM WEAK AND IN NEED OF HELP-“

Suddenly the fair-haired boy passed out and landed on his back. Nezuko, that seemed to be her name, scratched her temple. But then she sweat-dropped and released a puff of air. She seemed to be used to the boy’s demeanor.

“SHIIIT!”

Startled, you turned your head. A little away from you was a topless boy, pulling futilely at both of his katana that were stuck in a tree. Why was he wearing the mask of a boar, though?

“ARGH! THEN I WILL FIGHT YOU WITHOU MY KATANA!”

Recklessly, the boy with the mask ran towards the demon, dodging the thick roots aimed at him adeptly and fast. But he didn’t seem to notice the three roots growing out of nothingness behind him, ready to pierce his heart.

You quickly assumed your fighting position. One foot in front of you, the other behind you, katana lifted to your chest.

“Soul breathing, third form, soulful dancer.” Your body vanished in a blinding flash, before reappearing in front of the roots. You spun around yourself several times, your katana creating lines of ominous and incandescent colors that followed you and slashed the roots into bits and pieces. You landed on your feet gracefully. Your back was turned to the two fighting demon slayers, who had been blinded by the flash that you had created.

You internally cursed yourself. You had rarely fought with others, making your battle style not the most cooperative one. The boy with the mask and the redhead were shielding their eyes, staggering from side to side. Luckily, you had also momentarily blinded the demon. And the girl…

Upps. My bad… But the antlers… Those are his weak points!

You turned around quickly. “Soul breathing, fifth form, mortal essence.” In a straight line, you jumped high up in the air, positioning yourself above the demon. Then, you dived down. Rushing first towards the right antler, dismembering it into hundreds of pieces. The black smoke surrounding you intensified as you dashed towards the left antler, gliding through the air and taking care of it until there was nothing left of its regal quality. The demon wailed cries of despair.

As you readied yourself to land on your feet securely - it had become an automatic process by now - you looked toward the red-haired boy. His mouth hung wide open.

“Fast! The head!” you yelled. “Sever the head!”

“Uhm… Right!” His fighting spirit returned to him. “Water breathing, second form, water wheel.” The boy jumped. He made a flip and used his improved vertical strike power to behead the demon. The head fell to the ground with a loud thud. The thick body followed quickly after it, whirling dust from the ground.

“Finally…” The redhead allowed himself a sigh of relief and sheathed his katana.

All of us watched in silence as the body of the demon and his head dissolved. You felt the demon’s soul vanishing. Your heart seared as you sensed the demon’s pain and how much he repented his crimes. You stored that pain in your heart, reminding yourself to be virtuous and to never fall to the folly of sins. Now, you also had a responsibility for the gone demon. For every demon you witnessed dying, you promised yourself to keep the part that was once human alive by turning your back on vices and partly living virtuously for them, too. That was all you could do. No one remembered their human lives. Nor did you know about them. But it just felt right to live by that principle, remembering by living a good life. It didn’t need to make sense. It just had to feel right.

“Excuse me?”

You were wakened from your thoughts as you saw a pair of hands being waved in front of your face.

“Oh, sorry.” You bowed deep. “I was just lost in thoughts.” You sheathed your katana, too.

“Ah, don’t worry.” The red-haired boy rubbed his neck. “Uhm… I am Tanjiro Kamado. It is nice to meet you. And thank you for your help.” He stretched his hand out to you.

“Of course. We demon slayers have to help each other out. Life isn’t exactly long if you are one.” You shook his hand, noting his genuine smile. But he didn’t quite know how to respond to your dark humor. Figures… He has such a pure soul. “Oh, and I am Y/N L/N.”

“HEY! YOU THERE, TWERP.” The boy with the boar mask had gotten his two katana out of the tree and was marching angrily over to you and Tanjiro. He rapped the Japanese swords against each other loudly. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED MYSELF AGAINST THOSE ROOTS! DON’T EVER GET IN MY WAY AGAIN! OR IN THAT OF SANJURO!”

“Huh?” You blinked, confused. “Tanjiro-san, who is Sanjuro?”

Tanjiro smiled half-heartedly, tilting his head. “Ahh… That would be me. Inosuke-kun cannot remember names well.” Slyly, he leaned over to you, lifting his hand to your ear and whispering, all while side-eyeing Inosuke, “I don’t think he even tries.”

“I see…” You returned his smile, watching how Tanjiro calmed Inosuke down with a few words. Somehow, the wild boy listened to Tanjiro. It seemed like the latter was in charge here. Inosuke only huffed, crossed his arms, and turned away from you.

Suddenly, the fair-haired boy awoke with a start. He shot up, clutching at Nezuko’s arm, asking whether they had landed in the afterlife. Nezuko shook her head, pointing to you and Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro-kun!” wailed the boy and sped over to his companion as if he were a lightning bolt. “I was so scared! I’m so glad it’s over. Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Ah, but Zenitsu-kun, I didn’t do the work alone.” Tanjiro gestured to you.

“Huh? Who’s that?”

“That’s Y/N-san.” Tanjiro answered.

“I see…” Zenitsu studied you intensively without saying anything. He narrowed his eyes at you and was about to ask you something, but your attention was directed to Nezuko as she appeared behind Tanjiro, hugging him.

“Yes, Nezuko-chan, I’m glad you are well, too.” Tanjiro patted the demon girl’s head, flashing his teeth as he smiled brightly.

You mustered Nezuko. “She is a demon,” you stated bluntly.

Immediately, the atmosphere got heavy with something you couldn’t quite decipher at first. But as all of the boys became serious, clenching their teeth and staring hard at you, you quickly understood that they were being protective. You could see it in their souls. The friendship and love they had for this demon.

“She is my sister,” Tanjiro clarified crossly. The hand on his sword hilt tightened. Nezuko glared at you. She did not look ashamed, which you had expected her to be.

“Your sister…?” You were absolutely baffled.

“I can understand if you have zero tolerance for Nezuko-chan. She is a demon, after all. But she is one of a kind. There is no one as loveable as she.” Tanjiro’s temple pulsed threateningly. “Still, if you’re really so blinded by your own prejudices, I ask you to leave now. I won’t let you hurt her.”

“Whoa… Easy.” You lifted your hands in an appeasing manner. “I won’t hurt your sister, Tanjiro-san. I see her soul. I know that she would never harm anyone. And if she did, she would never forgive herself. I am still surprised, though. So, I ask you to understand that.”

Tanjiro nodded reluctantly, resuming a neutral stance. “So, your breathing style is soul breathing? And it allows you to see others’ souls?”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you more about it later." Grinning, you turned to Nezuko. “Hey there, Nezuko-san.” You stretched your hand out to Nezuko, surprising everyone. “It’s lovely to meet you. I am Y/N.”

Delighted, Nezuko shook your hand. You did not understand what she said as multiple noises left her mouth, but you got the gist of what she was feeling right now. It was probably hard to say anything with that… thing in her mouth. Could she even talk?

With the mission being cleared, the five of you decided to return to the village to report to the mayor, telling him that the demon had been defeated. As you walked, you got familiar with the peculiar group dynamics of your companions. Tanjiro was the pillar everyone leaned on and looked up to. He was charismatic, funny, and caring. Zenitsu seemed to be anxious by nature, seeking protection from the others. But as he ran away from the sound of rustling leaves, Tanjiro informed you that he really was a menace in disguise. He hoped that you would be able to witness Zenitsu’s skill in battle one day. Inosuke was… oh boy. He was a handful. Loud. Boisterous. Downright feral. As for Nezuko… It was hard to tell. She just seemed happy to be there, grinning brightly and sticking close to her brother. But there was an underlying deepness to her that you had yet to discover. She was like an ocean, deep with mysteries and raw emotion.

After you had reported to the mayor, rousing him from his sleep, you were granted hospitality at his mansion. You had a room to yourself, and while you tried to sleep, you heard loud yelling from the adjacent room. Apparently, the boys were fighting about something or practicing their breathing forms… The words carried over to you were often jumbled. At some point, you clearly discerned Nezuko’s voice, several loud thuds, and then, total quietude.

A few seconds later, the door to your room opened, and in the frame appeared Nezuko. Wordlessly, she dragged her wooden box behind her as she shut the door, placed it beside you, and crawled into it. Before she closed the box’s door, she stuck her head out, nodding at you to wish you a good night’s rest.

You stared at the ceiling. Completely dumbfounded. Traveling with the four of them – you had agreed to go on the next mission together if you weren’t required to go on solo missions – would be most interesting.

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fanfictionlibrary · 9 months

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FACTS! I’m 20 years old and I know so many people my age and older who are not only virgins, but haven’t even had their first kiss. And that’s totally normal. Also Nick and Charlie have only been dating for like 2 months?? That’s a perfectly normal progression for a relationship, Euphoria and Riverdale have just rotted people’s brains so hard that they’ve forgotten about normal, tame teenagers

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fanfictionlibrary · 9 months

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Wind and Stars (Sanemi x OC) - Part One

A/N: This will be a little series about Sanemi training a tsuguko. Please let me know how you liked this part.

Sanemi did not know why Ubuyashiki had called him to his humble home. Surely not to just enjoy tea together as they were doing right now. Ubuyashiki drank his tea with closed eyes, relaxing and enjoying the flavor. He had only looked at Sanemi once. And that was when they greeted each other before sitting down at the chabudai, kneeling on soft pillows. The shoji stood open, letting a warm breeze flow inside the washitsu and spreading the smell of flowers. Where exactly the smell was coming from – from outside where the flower garden bloomed or from the fragrance inside – Sanemi could not tell. He did not really care. All was alright as it was. Peace and the soft breeze – that was all he needed right now. A small repose from his activities as a Hashira, although he would never admit that.

Relishing the calmness and the ease that Ubuyashiki exuded, Sanemi relaxed and drank his green tea. His scarred hands gripped the china diligently, and he found himself forgetting about the battle scars that adorned his face. He was so proud of them. They were a testimony of his strength. No demon, no matter how strong, could bring him to his knees. And he liked flashing his scars to all the demons he fought, sending a clear message: What do you think happened to the meek demons that marked me? Exactly the same fate that is going to be your undoing.

“Sanemi,” Ubuyashiki spoke softly, melting with the wind and releasing Sanemi from his reveries like he was a leaf trapped in a hurricane. “I am glad you could come today.”

Sanemi indicated a bow with his head. “Oyakata-sama, your calling is my path.”

Ubuyashiki smiled and took a sip from his cup. His daughter Hinaki suddenly appeared next to him, placing a plate with sticky rice cakes on the table. Sanemi hadn’t even heard Hinaki approaching. He had been so transfixed on his master. But even now, as the eight-year-old bowed and turned to leave without looking at either of them, her footsteps were quiet. Too quiet. She was so young but had already mastered the concept of dutiful hospitality by finding the right balance between being engaging and distanced. Her white head disappeared from sight as she drew the shoji that led to the hallway shut behind her.

Something about the Ubuyashiki women had always infused Sanemi with a sense of unease.

“I have a new mission for you, Sanemi.” Ubuyashiki suddenly spoke.

Startled, Sanemi directed his gaze to the wise man. “You want me to slay another demon? You could have just sent a crow,” Sanemi said, frowning. Noticing his mistake, he quickly added, “Although I feel deeply honored, Oyakata-sama, that you are having me.”

The Wind Hashira’s eyes widened as his master chuckled delightfully, throwing his head back just a little. That was the most reactive response Sanemi had ever witnessed from Ubuyashiki.

“No, no,” Ubuyashiki shook his head, resuming his usual stoic but friendly expression. “This time I don’t want you to slay demons. This time I want you to nurture a talent that will become formidable with your help. A great asset and addition to the Hashira.”

Dumbfounded, Sanemi stared at the black-haired man. His eyes narrowed before their widened in incredulous realization. “WHAAAT!!! You want to assign me a tsuguko? I thought choosing one was up to us.” He was so shocked that he accidentally tipped over his teacup, spilling its contents on the chabudai and the tatami mat.

“You cannot refuse, Sanemi. It’s your destiny to train the Star Pillar. We need you. Both of you together.”

Grumbling and mumbling to himself, Sanemi arrived in front of the Butterfly Mansion. The place the future Star Pillar was currently staying to recuperate from the injuries she had suffered on a mission. Ubuyashiki had informed Sanemi that the young slayer had fought against a lower moon. Her injuries were not severe. Apparently, she had held her ground incredibly well.

“She is a natural in need of the right instruction to reach greatness.” Ubuyashiki had said. “And wind usually flows in the right direction.”

“That depends on the fucking weather!” Sanemi cursed loudly as he refused to step through the open front gate, recalling his master’s words.

At this time of day, many people moved from and to the Butterfly Mansion: slayers, medics, and the occasional Hashira. Lately, the demons had been quieter, allowing for a more light-hearted atmosphere for everyone. So, most Hashira were nearby. However, Sanemi knew better than to be mollified by the suspicious lack of demon attacks. If they were laying low, then they did that for a reason. They were most likely following a strategy. And that everyone let their guard down, especially the Hashira, was part of the plan.

“—gawa-sensei. Excuse us, but—”

“Huh?” Sanemi turned his head to the side, looking down at three little girls who shrieked upon seeing his scary expression and huddled closer to each other.

“Shinazugawa-sensei,” spoke the one in the middle bravely. Her name was Kiyo Terauchi if Sanemi remembered correctly. “We have been calling your name several times already. First in greeting, but then… we…uhm.”

“We were worried about you, Sir,” interjected Sumi Nakahara. “Your face looked so sullen, and you didn’t react…” Faltering under the Hashira’s gaze, Sumi looked to the side.

“What!?” Sanemi crossed his arms. “You three little rats have a lot of free time to worry about adults. Worry about yourselves first! What were you up to anyway, huh? I thought you are supposed to help Shinobu out inside the mansion.”

“Well, Shinobu-san sent us out to go grocery shopping,” explained Naho Takada, gesturing with her head to the heavy packages each of them was carrying.

Skeptical, Sanemi raised his eyebrow, tilting his head to one side. Then, he rubbed the back of his head wildly and groaned, moving towards the girls and taking the loads they were carrying in his own arms. “Really, doesn’t Shinobu know that it’s bad for your young backs to carry such heavy weights. Let me take care of this.”

Completely in awe, the three girls beamed at him. “Arigatō.” They smiled genuinely.

Feeling uneasy, Sanemi looked away, scratching his temple. “Yeah, whatever.”

Sanemi helped to unpack the groceries in the kitchen of the Butterfly Mansion. With the help of his muscle strength the shelves and cupboards were filled quickly. He didn’t even notice Shinobu entering the kitchen, looking mystified at the scene unfolding in front of her: The Wind Hashira helping Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo to prepare all the ingredients needed for cooking dinner. Placing pans and pots on the stove, getting knives and cutting boards, and placing them on the cooking island. It looked funny how the three little girls bustled around Sanemi, their small forms looking even tinier in contrast to Sanemi’s tall and muscly frame.

It was when Sanemi grabbed a potato and placed it on a cutting board, knife in the other hand, that he looked up, meeting Shinobu’s eyes. He froze immediately, blinking multiple times. The Insect Hashira smiled friendly at him, but he didn’t fail to notice the cunning darkness shading her eyes. Shinobu would so tease him with what she just witnessed for the rest of their lives. For once, Sanemi hoped that he was not going to get old. It came with his job anyway.

“I did not take you to be the domestic kind.” Shinobu chuckled, lifting her hand to her mouth. The chuckle was laced with a malicious note that was hard to detect for those who were unfamiliar with Shinobu’s ways. She might be the Insect Hashira, she might call her home the Butterfly Mansion, but she was a sly fox. A loving and amicable fox tinkering with poison.

Immediately, the three little girls exclaimed joyously how Shinazugawa-sensei had helped them, adding to Sanemi’s chagrin.

“I see, I see.” Shinobu smiled, patting Sumi’s head since she was the closest to her. Then, she turned serious. All humor dissipated. Sanemi waited, tensing up. “So, I take it you have talked to Oyakata-sama? About your soon-to-be tsuguko?”

Sanemi swallowed. Confused, the three little nurses and cooks looked from Sanemi to Shinobu. “So, you know.” That was all that Sanemi said. It was not a question.

“Yes, I do. Since she is staying at my place and is my patient, Oyakata-sama informed me about his plan. Although, he clarified that it was not a plan of his. Just foresight. He emphasized he knew what needed to be done but that you would not respond to his wise explanations so well as to his orders.”

“Wow.” Sanemi rolled his eyes. “Can you speak one sentence without insulting someone? You are not being as discreet as you think.”

“Oh, I don’t know what you mean.” Shinobu beamed too sweetly.

“What does he mean?” whispered Naho to her friends.

“I don’t know for sure,” said Kiyo. “But I think it’s similar to when Shinobu-san called Tomioka-sensei unpopular.”

Before the situation could escalate – a playful malice thickening the air between Sanemi and Shinobu – Aoi barged into the kitchen.

“Shinobu-san, hurry!” Aoi yelled, running in place. Something was stressing her out exceedingly. “Kitiara has trained against our better judgement. Her fractured ribs make it hard for her to breathe. Her lungs! We need to check them.”

Shinobu nodded, determined. “Sumi, Kiyo, Naho – dinner can wait. We have an emergency. Go!”

“Hai!” The three girls sprinted out of the room in a synchronized manner.

“Wait, who is Kitiara?” Sanemi asked as Shinobu made to leave.

Seriously, she looked over her shoulder. “Your tsuguko, Sanemi. The one you are supposed to make a Hashira.” Without another word, Shinobu left the kitchen.

Suddenly, Sanemi couldn’t find it in himself to care about this Kitiara at all. Star breathing or no star breathing. He didn’t need someone to hold him back. Quietly, he proceeded with dinner preparations, wondering why he wouldn’t just leave and take on a mission.

Right, Oyakata-sama’s will was his path. The way the wind sung and blew.

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A Daring Prefect (Amit Thakkar x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: Amit and Reader are in an established relationship. Together they venture into the Forbidden Forest because they are on a mission. Danger awaits, a Centaur shares his wisdom, and a relationship is put to the test as it is confronted with double standards.

This story can be read as a continuation of the headcanons with Amit I wrote. Read the first part, please, if you haven't already.

This is probably the last part of the story.

Reader's gender, house, and appearance are not specified.

A/N: Hello everyone! Please enjoy! Also, I have received a request for a Twilight fanfiction that I am working on. It will take some time, however, until I post it. I just wanted to say that I did not forget about the request. I want to mention again, though, that I don't feel comfortable about writing sexual stuff about characters that are minors. For anyone interested, the requests are still open!

“Are you sure this is safe?” whispered Amit, following you along a winding and dark path in the Forbidden Forest.

You looked over your shoulder, noticing his trembling form. “The Forbidden Forest is never safe.” Staring stubbornly ahead, you added indifferently, “Besides, there is no need for whispering. Whatever presides in the forest and wants to hear you will hear you regardless of the volume of your voice.”

“Wow. Now, you are being very reassuring.” Amit scoffed, crossing his arms.

“If it helps you,” you said matter-of-factly, “the best way to survive the Forest is to be realistic about its perils.”

“No. That does not help at all!” Amit rushed forward to catch up with you as a little spider glided past his feet and out of sight. Scared, he clung to the arm you held aloft to cast light with a simple Lumos. “So, where exactly are we going to meet Dorran?”

At his question, you perked up, your eyes locking on his face and gazing at him with a warmth only reserved for him. “Oh, we did not agree on a location to meet up. Dorran said he would find us as soon as we were inside the Forest. After all, he knows when extraneous forces enter.”

“Right,” Amit nodded. “Usually, the Centaurs don’t interfere with extraneous forces and keep to themselves.”

“Exactly.”

You and Amit passed a prodigious statue that depicted a wizened magician. His arms were stretched to his sides, and his robe, although carved from stone, looked like it would flutter in the breeze at any moment.

“Oh, look, the statue!” Amit pointed excitedly at the artistic stone construction. However, he was surprised by the grim glint in your eyes.

“I know.” Your words were pregnant with meaning, but you chose not to elaborate.

“Hey, what’s that look for?” Amit disentangled himself from you, stopped walking abruptly, and stemmed his hands on his hips. “It’s just a statue, or is it not?” Curiously, he walked over to the stone wizard.

“Amit, stop!” You tried to run towards him to grab his robe. Anything to stop him from his impending doom. But you tripped over a root and twisted your ankle, falling to the ground. “Shit!”

“Language.” Amit chided. His Ravenclaw brain was so occupied and enthralled with his observation that he hadn’t noticed your ungraceful fall. Instead, he continued walking steadily towards the statue. “I wonder who built it?” Amit brought his hand to his chin, his dark complexion glowing beautifully in the moonlight; even now, you were gushing over him. “And what for? No one would come to the Forbidden Forest voluntarily to appreciate this piece of architectural beauty.”

“Amit!” Hastily, you tried to get up from the ground. But your injured ankle betrayed you. As you made to rise, your foot could not hold your weight, and you tumbled down again, landing on your knees and holding yourself up with your hands. You should have never brought your dashing, innocent Ravenclaw boyfriend with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge to the perilous and unforgiving Forbidden Forrest.

When Amit raised his hand to touch the statue, it seemed to happen in slow motion. The unawareness on his face. The horror on yours. Right before his hand came into contact with the wizened stone wizard, an arrow shot past your line of vision. Moving skillfully and precisely, it flew towards Amit and cut through the empty space between his thumb and index finger of his raised hand.

Shocked, Amit screeched and pulled his hand back, looking aghast at the monument. At the place where the arrow should have hit its mark and be sticking out from the stone. However, it seemed to have disappeared in it. It was just gone.

“Great,” you mumbled, heaving yourself up with great effort. “Hopefully, all the Dark Wizards in the Arena won’t see nor be alarmed by the arrow.” Gratefully, you turned towards Dorran, who nodded at you as a way of greeting. He slung his bow over his shoulder and walked calmly towards Amit, who was holding his chest and breathing unevenly, his back still facing Dorran.

“Little man, you shall not interfere with danger you cannot begin to fathom.” Dorran halted and stared down at Amit, who slowly turned around.

Your Ravenclaw boyfriend looked like he was about to faint. His expression was crestfallen, and he tilted his head to look at you for help.

“Little man, do not let your curiosity mislead you.” Dorran continued. “Be glad the stars called me. They do not foresee your end yet. Don’t go too soon.”

“I’m trying,” Amit swallowed.

As Amit became aware of your distraught state, and how you limped towards him, his brain pieced together everything that had transpired in the past seconds. His fear dissolved. Reverently, he looked at Dorran. “So, you are Dorran. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” However, his greeting was only a formality to not appear rude. Immediately after these words had left his mouth, he sprinted towards you, slung your arm over his shoulder, and supported your weight. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Amit.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You couldn’t have foreseen my fall.”

“But I could have paid more attention.” Shamefully, he glanced at his feet. “So, what is the mystery behind this statue?"

“It is the secret entrance to the Dark Arts Arena,” you explained. “Trust me, you don’t want to go in there unprepared. All the Dark Wizards throw around the Unforgivables as if they were selling sweets at Honey Dukes.”

“So, you have been inside the Arena?” Panic-stricken he glanced at you. For the first time, Amit looked distrustfully at you. His morals were waging a war as he doubted you righteously so. “Did you use the Unforgivable Curses?”

You bit your lip and avoided his intense gaze. Expertly, you refused to answer his question directly. “We said no more lies, remember?”

Amit gasped. He was unsure of what to do. Surprisingly though, he held you tighter. However, he refused to meet your eyes. Doubt was feasting on his emotions, destroying his body and mind. Maybe he didn’t want a criminal to flee right after they have confessed to their crimes. “Then that makes you a Dark Wizard, too.”

You swallowed. Knowing very well that he was right.

Dorran intervened. “Your friend, little man, has no malice at heart. There is a difference between being a Dark Wizard with true intent and using the Curses to protect your loved ones.”

“It’s all the same to me.” Amit shook his head. “I love you, Y/N… but you have to mean the curses to cast them.”

“Thank you, Dorran,” you said sadly, “but Amit is right. Even if I meant to protect the people I love, I also meant to control, torture, and…”

“Kill,” Amit finished coldly, looking anywhere but at you.

You sighed heavily, your chest heaving up and down. “Yes, kill my enemies. Seeking comfort in a double standard would be ridiculous.”

“I see,” Dorran began in his usual sonorous voice, “but you Wizards and Witches are a paradoxical society. That is what allows your kind to strive. I do not mean to say that I agree with your ways. But don’t you think it is paradoxical that it is considered appropriate to use certain spells and jinxes to hurt others? To use them for battle and label other spells as unforgivable? At any rate, using any kind of magic to hurt is unforgivable. You sully the true purpose of magic.”

“I see where you are coming from,” Amit nodded thoughtfully, a dark shadow clouding his features. “But the three Unforgivable Curses are categorized as such because they are immediate in their effects. There is barely any recuperation for the victims. Last of all with the Killing Curse. Physical and psychological damage will follow the victims for the rest of their lives.”

“I see we have reached an impasse. Maybe we should discuss this matter at another time.” Dorran looked at the tree crowns above him. They rustled quietly and forebodingly, sending shivers down your and Amit’s spines. “The Forrest is getting restless. Danger abounds. Awaits the careless. Here, my friends.” From the leather pouch around his waist, Dorran extricated the healing herbs that Pippins had requested from you. “I believe you came for this. Why don’t we see whether they really work? My little magician,” he turned to you, handing you one leaf. “Put this on your ankle and test the theory of that potion maker.”

“Thank you.” You took the leaf and sat on the ground. Amit helped you. He placed a hand on your lower back as you pulled off your shoe and sock to let the healing herb rest on the bare skin of your ankle.

“If the leaf heals your injury without having to squeeze out its juices, then this herb is truly powerful. Imagine what it could do if used as an ingredient for a potion.” Amit said quietly, brushing hair back from your face.

Soon enough, a green light enveloped your ankle, and you felt the pain subside.

After you had put on your sock and shoe again, you and Amit thanked Dorran. You waved and headed back to the castle, hearing Dorran’s voice ringing through the Forrest after his body was long gone from sight.

“That is the true purpose of magic. To nurture life. Not to destroy.”

Needless to say, you and Amit were left with a lot of stuff on your minds. You were not only thinking about the double standards of the magical community, but also about what would become of your relationship. Could Amit still trust you? Would he turn you in? And if not, could you trust that he would definitely not do it? What if he changed his mind?

#hogwarts legacy #love #ominis gaunt #gryffindor #hufflepuff #sebastian sallow #slytherin #slytherin supremacy #amit thakkar x reader #amit x reader #amit thakkar #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x reader #ravenclaw #amit x mc #centaur

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in a modern AU Link would be Zelda's only friend with a driver's license and their chat history would look like this

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I loved your Demetri fanfic! it was so bittersweet and well-written.

your bio says your requests are open? could I perhaps request one for Felix? feel free to let your creative juices flow, but something sweet and fluffy between him and his fem!mate?

Thanks lovely! x

Respectful Humming (Felix x fem!Reader)

The reader's appearance is not specified. She is shorter than Felix, though.

A/N: I let my creative juices 😉 flow for this one. Thanks a lot for this wonderful request. I hope you enjoy it, dear Anonymous. Still, I want to emphasize that I do not write sexual content about characters who are underage. I received a few requests for stuff like that, and I must say that I do not feel comfortable with writing those fics.

“That was a rather tedious trial,” Demetri remarked, carrying himself elegantly through the halls of the Volturi’s castle and putting any décor to shame. He was the most ornate décor to have ever existed anyway. The halls and rooms were lucky to have him. He was a statue created by Michelangelo.

“Indeed,” Felix replied, treading softly on the stone floor. Despite his gigantic size, he appeared to be levitating.

“I cannot quite fathom why Aro prolonged the trial unnecessarily.” Demetri turned right, heading toward the library.

“He was in a particularly bad mood today,” Felix explained monotonously. “You know how he can be. It has happened before. He really wanted to see that poor excuse of a vampire suffer.”

Demetri shrugged nonchalantly. “It shall not concern me.” As he and Felix entered the library, he added, “At least Jane and Alec got their fun out of it.”

“Exactly.” Felix's eyes scanned the bookshelves and sitting areas worriedly for your form. You had promised you would be here to await him after the end of the trial. But you were nowhere in sight. “The twins are satisfied for now, and they are unlikely to cause mayhem. Although that is never a guarantee.”

Feeling a heavy weight on his chest, Felix stopped in his track. Standing in the middle of the library, he crossed his arms and used his sensitive ears to locate you. However, neither your heartbeat nor the even sound of your breath seemed to be dwelling in the castle. That was bad. Panic seized him. The world of vampires was wicked and cruel. Had a newborn taken you? Or worse, had one of his ancient enemies broken inside the castle and humannapped you? For vampires, the worst possible punishment was to lose a mate.

A mate for a mate.

Keeping his composure, Felix looked at Demetri, who had sat down at a chess board opposite Heidi. They were flirting ferociously, and although they had been doing this for centuries, they always found new hollow phrases and sweet compliments to charm each other. Their friendship was real, but everyone knew where the two of them would end up. It was the reason why some wished for soundproof rooms. However, the Kings were against such an installment because to run the coven smoothly, their senses needed to have access everywhere at any given time. Traitors, raging newborns, enemies… None of them could have the opportunity to hurt the Volturi’s integrity.

“So, if I win, how about the whole night this time?” Demetri organized the chess pieces.

“First, honey, you have to win. Last time I beat you. And how about you start to become more creative. We have done that so many times already.” Heidi giggled sensually. Her flirting was always of the dominant kind. She never behaved submissively. Tilting her head to expose her neck was something she would never do. You had to accept her as the strong woman she was.

“Hey, Demetri,” Felix called out. “Do you know where (Y/N) is?”

The vampire shrugged. Clearly, he was uninterested. “I don’t know. If she is not here, she is somewhere else.” A cloud fell over the tracker’s face. “It is a pity that I cannot sense her tenor. But her immunity to gifts is the reason why Aro allowed you to keep her in the first place.”

A deep growl rumbled through Felix's chest. Demetri ignored his obvious anger, and the giant walked out of the room, seething. He hated the way Demetri and the others talked about you. Like you were a pet only kept for his amusement. Admittedly, vampires mainly see humans as food, and thus, it is most difficult to establish respectful relationships between humans and vampires. Still, Felix would not allow the others to look down on you. At least not in your presence. He ignored slighting remarks when you were not in the same room, knowing that those would be uttered behind his back anyway.

Anxiously, Felix hurried out of the castle. It was a cloudy day, and the sun was already setting. He didn’t need his cloak. After wandering around for a while and searching for your familiar heartbeat, he found you sitting on a low wall, overlooking the fields and trees expanding in the distance.

Relieved, Felix sighed. He felt like he was reborn into a human, only to be turned into a vampire again. He was so glad to see you were alright. He came to stand behind you and embraced you lovingly. Unperturbed, you continued to hum softly, dangling your legs in the air.

“I thought you wanted to meet in the library,” Felix whispered against the shell of your ear. He had to lean down to accomplish this feat of affection since you were shorter than him. Your head, although you were sitting on a raised wall, did not even reach his chin.

“I thought so, too. I had been in the library. But Chelsea and Renata came in, and they were not so kind.”

“What did they do? Did they say something hurtful?” Felix placed soft kisses on your head.

You shook your head. “That is between me and them. I won’t tell you. Also, as I have mentioned before, I can solve my own conflicts. If I want the others to respect me, I cannot let you fight my battles for me. Otherwise, they will not take me seriously.”

Oh, strong, cute you…

Felix picked you up bridal-style, turned you around, and sat you back down. Now you were facing him. His big hands caressed your shoulders. “I know. You have told me that a lot. More than you should have to.” He was obnoxiously protective of you. So much so that at the beginning of your life in Volterra, he tried to shelter you from the others, seeking out confrontations to solve your arguments. For him, this was not about protecting your pride or dignity or anything. Just that he could not allow others to pick a fight with you. However, it quickly turned out that you were the real menace. You did not back down from any conflicts, and if you were facing heavy provocations, you would unleash witty remarks of your own.

“By the way,” Felix began, “I love that you are not frightened anymore when I approach you.”

You laughed amusedly. “Right, if you had hugged me from behind two months ago, I would have jumped.” A cheeky grin was plastered on your face. You got up, standing on the wall. Felix grabbed you by your hips to stabilize you. Emotionally and physically, he gave you equanimity and equilibrium. “Look. I am taller than you are now.”

“Barely. I am not sure that counts.”

��Yes, it does. Even if it’s only a centimeter, Felix.” You rolled your eyes playfully. Then, your gaze became serious. “I was really afraid of you until we reached a certain level of trust. Now, it is like I can almost feel when you are around. I do not need to see you to have that feeling. A special kind of security shrouds my body and mind when you are near. Just now, as I was humming to myself, I felt that you were close and searching for me.”

Hmm… Was that an early manifestation of your gift? “You are wonderful. Do you know that?” Felix pulled you in by your waist.

“Of course, I do. You tell me every day.” With a big smile on your face, it was you this time who leant down to kiss him.

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they tease each other all day, every day

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Stardust (Demetri x Reader)

Here you were. Again.

Demetri sighed heavily as he watched your form racing across a busy plaza that was teeming with people and salesmen. You were trying to fetch your train. In this life, you looked like you were going to university. Whatever it was you were doing, the stressed mumbling of you reiterating the principles of some theory he had read about time and time again (and that he found to be utterly fallible) was like music to his ears. Your voice was so soft.

His partner in crime, Felix, gazed curiously at him, halting his analytic search to spot the vampire they were here for. ”Everything all right, mate?“

Snorting bitterly, Demetri scoffed. ”You are a pain in the fine curvature that starts where my back ends.“

”Nothing new, then.“ Felix shrugged, following Demetri‘s line of sight. Arching a brow, he looked between Demetri and you. The pained expression on his best friend's face suddenly made sense. He had seen it a few times before. The anguish, the pining, the compulsion to abstain.

Demetri was fighting a losing battle against himself. He need not explain the situation to Felix. The chime of your tenor was astonishing and refreshing. It set his unbeating heart on fire and burned him on the inside. Your ecstatic melody was so familiar and yet so foreign. He had had the pleasure to hear it a few times already in his eternal life, but he had never dared to approach you. The first time he saw you was around 670. You had been a man, working tirelessly to nurture his family. The second time Demetri was blessed by the persistent pull that reached from one life to the next and made it most difficult to avoid saying what you meant to him any longer, was in 1143. Then, you were born a noble lady and married off to some bloke much older than you. In 1473, he felt ready for a romantic relationship. He began searching for your tenor against all odds, thinking it would be futile. But, alas! He found you. Unfortunately, by then, you were a hoary and wizened widow… And now here you were: in 2023.

It seemed that fate was playing a cruel game with the two of you. Either Demetri could not bear the thought of realizing the mate bond and exposing you to the insidious and ghastly world of the Volturi - of vampires! -, or when he was willing to throw away his inhibitions, your love story was ill-fated. Like star-crossed lovers Demetri and you were trying to collect the stardust beneath your feet, hoping that, for once, your love lives would be fulfilling. At least, Demetri was trying to do that. You did not know that he even existed. But maybe your love life was unsatisfying in this lifetime, too. Like it had been in so many others. Maybe Demetri should sweep you off your feet and waste no more time.

#demetri volturi #demetri x reader #twilight #volturi #volterra #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #heidi volturi #vampire #vampires #love #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #santiago #renata volturi #chelsea volturi

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It's true though 😅😅

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EXCUSE ME????

please go follow the artist - @retiredpeach

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Hello, can I make a request? I would like to see Ominis/Reader/Sebastian or Ominis/Reader with this fanart vibes:

https://twitter.com/SuSSyy_SuShii/status/1639490778388127750?t=tDPj6KHqlpts28lv4aTbFQ&s=19

A Self-loathing Gaunt (Ominis x Reader x Sebastian)

Summary: Ominis is doubting his own worth and believes that he is not good enough for MC/(Y/N).

Warnings: bullying, violence, blood

Reader's house, gender, and appearance are not specified.

Sniveling softly, Ominis sat hunched on the floor in the Undercroft between discarded wooden boxes and barrels. He wiped his cheeks to dry his tears, but he only wetted them more by smearing blood from the cuts on his wrists and hands across his face.

He knew he was badly hurt and should seek help from the school nurse, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to walk to the infirmary. It was just noon, and the school halls were teeming with students who came from the Great Hall for lunch or were heading there to revitalize for their next classes. Everyone would see the bruised, poor blind boy who coined himself Ominis Gaunt and who wasn’t strong enough to defend himself against a few bullies. Granted, this hadn’t been the first attempt to take advantage of Ominis’s blindness and torture him just for the sake of it. But usually, his wand made him “foresee” such attacks. However, in a moment of inattentiveness, when he stooped low to pick up a book that he had been reading on a bench and had accidentally dropped, those Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, who cackled evilly after they left him to rot, attacked him cruelly with Diffindo. How cowardly… First, they disarmed him, so he couldn’t defend himself, and then they levitated him in the air with Levioso.

Fortunately, Ominis found his wand on the ground next to him after he was released. He had to grope aimlessly on the floor, but eventually, he retrieved his wand and hurried to the Undercroft.

It was a great relief to him that no one had seen him hurrying across the polished floors of Hogwarts. The lunch break had just started, and the school halls had only begun to fill.

Right now, Ominis felt weak. A sensation that was foreign to his dignity and gentility. He had never identified himself with his family name and the prestige it held. Instead, he had defined himself by honing his skills, strengths, and weaknesses. He knew who he was. Better than anyone, safe for Sebastian and (Y/N). Today, however, he had failed himself completely. Everything he had built in the past years seemed utterly worthless and paltry now. He was a fool. A fool who was seriously considering asking his father, a high ministry official, to help blight the reputation of those who harmed and humiliated him. An act of retaliation would most likely suffice to get his message across: Never mess with Ominis Gaunt. Then again, were he to do that, he would take advantage of his family’s prestige, although he had turned his back on the Gaunts’ way of handling feuds and discord long ago.

A low rumble rippled through the Undercroft and echoed from the walls. Someone was coming. Ominis perked up, hoping it would neither be Sebastian nor (Y/N). He couldn’t bear the thought of his best friends seeing him in this wrecked condition. If he had to choose, however, he would prefer Sebastian’s company right now since the very thought of you seeing him all bloody and his clothes tattered made him spiral into an abyss of self-loathing and hopelessness. He loved you dearly, and although he had not confessed yet, he wanted to provide and care for you. Not the other way around. He had yet to learn that a relationship entailed mutual care and affection.

“Ominis!” called out a deep, shocked voice with a unique timbre that sounded like rough wooden barks being rubbed against each other.

Sebastian. If the voice of his best Slytherin friend didn’t betray him, it was his heavy and large strides as he scurried across the stone floor – thump, thump, thump – and halted in front of him, crouching low and grabbing him by the shoulders.

“There you are, Ominis.” Sebastian pressed Ominis’s arm comfortingly. “I and (Y/N) are looking for you. We were worried. Righteously so, it seems.” Distressed, Sebastian’s eyes skimmed Ominis’s tear-stained and puffy face. His lip was hurt; blood trickled from it and rolled down his chin, coloring his green Slytherin tie in a deeper shade of green than it already was. Ominis’s usually neat hair appeared slovenly, pointing in all directions.

“Gosh, what happened?” asked Sebastian, taking notice of Ominis’s robes, which possessed holes here and there and were ripped in irregular intervals.

With a meek voice, Ominis explained the suffering he had to endure, placing the emphasis on surviving instead of struggling. He might look like a loser, but he was none. After Ominis finished his explanation, he didn’t wait for Sebastian’s reply and asked briskly, “Where is (Y/N) now?”

“(Y/N) is waiting for us at the Bell Tower entrance,” Sebastian explained. “In front of the Great Hall, when we were waiting for you to meet up for lunch, they explained that they were planning on defeating a poacher’s camp near Lower Hogsmeade and asked for mine and your assistance. Since you didn’t show up, we began searching for you…” Sebastian pursed his lips, knowing that Ominis felt ashamed that his best friend had to see him like that. But it was also because Sebastian was his best friend that Ominis endured this conversation. Half-heartedly, Sebastian suggested, “You should go to the infirmary.” The charming and impulsive Slytherin knew that nothing could bring Ominis to venture out of the Undercroft. Not in the state he was in.

As expected, Ominis ignored Sebastian’s advice. “(Y/N) cannot see me like this!” Ominis’s voice resounded more powerfully than was expected through the Undercroft. “Help me get myself together, and I will join you to fight against the poachers.” The young Gaunt’s posh accent returned, and he carried himself stately again as he made to get up from the ground, but Sebastian pushed him back down.

“No, you stay here.” Sebastian shook his head, and naturally, Ominis could not see that, but he recognized the tone of Sebastian’s voice. A tone that incarnated the conflict he and Sebastian had been having for a while now but had ignored for the sake of their friendship. Both wanted you for themselves. Sebastian and Ominis usually shared everything with each other, but you were the one thing they couldn’t compromise on. And now that his best friend was weakened, Sebastian took his chance and let his greed for your affection rule him mercilessly.

“I will accompany (Y/N),” declared Sebastian with a ruthless glint in his eyes. “I will leave you a few Wiggenweld Potions.” Deftly he extricated the green phials from his robes and placed them in front of Ominis.

The blonde Slytherin wanted to protest, but Sebastian’s next sentence hurt him irrevocably and indeed caused him to spiral into an abyss of self-loathing. An abyss that was filled with scenarios and images of what the two of you could have been. Sebastian wouldn’t pass this chance. Surely, he would make winsome advances on your shared adventure.

“Look at you, Ominis. In a fight against poachers, you would only be in the way. You can’t even protect yourself, and you expect to protect them?”

As Sebastian’s footsteps retreated and the entrance to the Undercroft closed, a void consumed Ominis. A void that petrified his current physical pain and ate its way through his heart, wakening the emotional discomfort and despair of heartache. His wounds, bruises, and ripped clothes became irrelevant as images of you and Sebastian holding hands, kissing, and sharing witty inside jokes filled the void and added chagrin to his lonesome heart.

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