#and she says ‘Excuse Me. I Must Go And Scream At The Sky Now.’

[sincerely-sofie]

Ark strikes me as the guy when starts crying when the baby says their first words but immediately has to hide it because: no. Tears bad. Even happy tears are bad. Pull yourself together!!

This is very much canonical. Ark has a complex about crying.

#He started to cry during a confrontation with Cresselia in the past and she told him to spare her the fake tears #she later felt awful for saying that to him but didn’t think it had affected him as much as Everything Else #Later on: #Cresselia hears that nobody’s seen Ark cry at one point #and she says ‘Excuse Me. I Must Go And Scream At The Sky Now.’ #Twig and Celebi resume their conversation and then hear distant shrieks of anguished regret after a couple minutes #shadow baby AU #sofie answers asks #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd #pmd2

[oliversrarebooks]

Whumptober 2023 Day One: Swooning

Masterlist

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, vampiric blood drinking

It's late at night, the moon is high overhead, and you've been on your feet for over ten hours now.

At least it's over, at least for eight hours or so, enough time to go home, get some food and a few hours of sleep before you're called back in to deal with the same shit on a different day. You make your way through the darkened office on your way to the parking garage. There doesn't seem to be a single soul around, every computer powered down and conference room closed up, the only light coming from the wall-mounted screens that show company profits and upcoming mandatory fun events.

You're eerily alone.

"Um, excuse me? Is someone there?"

Or apparently not.

You turn, and see that one of the desks is occupied by a young woman in a blue dress with flowing dark hair. You might have seen her before, passed her in the hallways or exchanged small talk at a meeting, but you're not sure, and you certainly don't know her name. Her eyes seem unnaturally bright in the dim light of the empty office, illuminated by her laptop screen.

"Sorry to bother you, but there's no one else around, and I think I got locked out of my laptop. Do you know how I can reset my password?"

"...Sure." You do a poor job of hiding the momentary displeasure on your face. You're dead tired and just want to leave, but it is a simple enough request. Maybe you haven't seen her before -- she must be new. "On your phone, you can email support desk at seaport bank dot com and ask for a password unlock. Got it?"

Her smile doesn't show her teeth. "Got it."

She's still staring at you. It makes you feel uneasy. "Well... have a good evening, then," you say, taking a step away.

"Be still."

Your eyes widen in shock as your muscles freeze in place. You can't take that step. You can't do anything but look at the woman.

"That's it, nice and still," she says, still with the same unsettling smile on her face. "And be quiet, not that there's anyone here to hear you."

Instinctively, you try to scream, but the sound dies before it can pass your throat. Your attempt to move only tenses your muscles as you remain firmly rooted in place. Still.

"Relax," she says, leaning forward and observing you. "Just relax, pet. You're fine. Everything is fine."

Relaxation washes over you despite your fear. You can feel your muscles unclench, your limbs going loose and heavy. Your brain struggles to catch up with what's happening here. Is this an illusion, brought on by sleep deprivation and stress? Are you going to wake up at your desk, the strange dream of a psychic co-worker fading to nothing?

"That's it, just relax." She's swaying rhythmically now, and your body sways with her. You helplessly watch as she moves her fingers in time with the rhythm, capturing your gaze with fluttering hand gestures, back and forth. The world around you begins to dim as your focus narrows only on her.

She begins beckoning inward, motioning as though she was a puppeteer pulling on your strings. You feel yourself taking a step forward, and then another. "Yes, that's it. Come closer," she sings. "Closer, and deeper into my power."

You sleepwalk towards her, vision tunneled on nothing but her eyes and her hands, your thoughts slowing and your mind growing foggy. A small voice inside you warns you of the danger, but you want to be closer, need to be closer. 

You're standing in front of her now, still swaying gently. She motions downward, and you kneel, and she smiles and pets your hair. "Very good," she says. "So docile." Your heavy eyelids flutter.

She tilts your chin up to look into her eyes, and you can see the entire night sky in there, swirling around your head like a planetarium show. "You won't remember a thing," she says. "Forget, forget, forget, and go to sleep."

There's a brief moment of recognition. You've seen her before. You've been here before. And then your mind slips. You need to forget, and you do. You feel yourself nod drowsily as your eyes close down all by themselves.

The hand that was under your chin now pulls your collar aside, brushing your neck with a delicate touch. She runs the same hand through your hair as she tips your head to the side. It's familiar, but you need to forget. Need to submit. Something you know in a place deeper than conscious memory.

Her hands are so cold as grasps you, prepares you. "Feel no pain," she whispers in your ear. "Relax, sleep, and forget."

"Yes'm," you mumble in your sleep, the first words you've spoken since she ordered you to be quiet, a world away from this.

Something sharp grazes the side of your neck, and you do not flinch or shy away. The pinprick pressure does not hurt you. Your mind drifts further, so far away, as she drinks from the wounds, warm blood flowing from your helpless body. 

After a few moments of peace where the only thing in the world is the sound of her feeding, you start to feel dizzy, your knees trembling and your head sinking further towards your chest. You do not wish to deny her what she needs, but there's a sleep coming over you that's stronger than even her spell, and you can't stave it off for long. The dizziness suddenly increases, and you swoon into her arms. She rubs your back in slow circles as she feeds from you, and everything else fades away into oblivion. 

You will forget this, as you have every time before, waking up at your desk exhausted and hungry, assuming you fell asleep there before you could leave for the night, and nothing will change.

Masterlist

#whump #whump writing #mind control #vampire #vampire whumper #hypnosis #whumptober2023 #no.1 #swooning #oc #fic

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.3)

(pt. 1)/(pt. 2)/(pt. 4)

*beep beep* you hear someone honking outside “that must be Damian” Cady says grabbing her backpack “oh ok I’ll be right there I left my headphones in my room” you say quickly going to your room to grab your headphones then running down stairs and getting in the backseat of Damian’s car. “Heyyy (y/n)” “hi Damian” “ok so we’re gonna pick up Janis then heading to the school and making sure you have your schedule then meet up with the rest of the group” Cady says buckling up in the front seat “sounds good to me” you say buckling up

You guys got to Janis’ house and Damian honked his horn. It took about 3 minutes before Janis clumsily stumbled out her front door and to the car “hi” Janis said with an awkward smile as you two made eye contact “hey” you said with a smile on your face as she sat next to you

You guys get to the school and Cady takes you straight to the office telling the others you’ll be back in a minute. “Hello excuse me miss?” Cady says trying to get the lady at the desk’s attention “oh hello dear do you need help with something?” The lady asks “yes my cousin in new here and I just wanted to make sure she has a schedule and that all of her credits transferred from her old school” “oh I can check that right now, what’s you name dear?” The lady asks you “(y/n), (y/n) heron” “ah yep you’re right there and all your credits seem to all be in order, would you like me to print out your schedule now?” “Yes please” Cady answers for you. The lady gives you your schedule and you and Cady head over to the rest of the group to hang out before school starts. “Hey we’re back” cady says enthusiastically “good morning here are your drinks” Regina says handing each of you your cups “thank you Regina” you say sitting down next to Janis who is sketching and drinking her coffee with headphones on not paying attention. You lean on her shoulder trying to get a glance at her sketchbook, accidentally starling her “AH OH MY GOD” “oh um sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” you say feeling really bad and scooting away a little “fuck sorry I didn’t mean to scream like that” she says taking off her headphones “it’s my fault, don’t apologize, I should’ve tapped you before invading your space” you say feeling like an idiot “it’s ok…do you want to see what I was drawing?” she asks hoping you’ll say yes “oooo yes I’d love to” you say scooting close to her again, she shows you some of her more recent projects. While you two were talking the rest of the group was observing you two from a small distance. “You guys are seeing this right?” Regina said with a small laugh “if you’re referring to Janis being a dorky lesbian then yes I see it” Damian says smiling a little “you know (y/n) isn’t normally this close with people, she normally keeps a decent amount of physical distance but this, this is definitely new” Cady adds to the conversation. You and Janis are practically in your own world, laughing and talking about her different art pieces and the inspiration behind them “wait so you’re telling me that you made this based off a Kids cartoon you were watching while high as fuck?” You say looking at a very colorful detailed drawing that had some embroidery on it “yeah and surprisingly I didn’t stab myself making it” Janis says laughing a bit then making eye contact with you for a few seconds before you both turned away, you looked at your hands and Janis looked up at the sky “Hey (Y/n) what classes did you get?” Regina asks and you hand her your schedule “ooo yay we all have the same home room, break, and lunch this year” Gretchen says looking over Regina’s shoulder at your schedule Gretchen already had everyone else’s schedule memorized since they all got their schedules over break. You and Janis join the rest of the group “Oh damn English first period, I’m so sorry for you” Damian says with a hand on your shoulder “I have English first period too, who’s her teacher?” Janis asks “Ms. Barnes? Is that the new teacher Ms. Norbury was talking about?” Cady asks Aaron “yeah, it’s actually her first year teaching from what I’ve heard” Aaron says

STUDENT: (Y/N) HERON. 12TH GRADE. SCHEDULE

HOMEROOM: ROOM 1802

(SHARON NORBURY)

PERIOD 1: ENGLISH 12 ROOM 708

(HAILEY BARNES)

PERIOD 2: STATISTICS A-B ROOM 370 (SHARON NORBURY)

BREAK: A

PERIOD 3: STUDY HALL 407

(BRIAN JOHNSON)

PERIOD 4: THEATER PERFORMANCE 1900

(LINDSEY CATER)

LUNCH: A

PERIOD 5: VISUAL ART ADVANCED 1706

(MAZELY JONES)

PERIOD 6: HISTORY 12 ROOM 1204

(HAROLD BAKER)

“Art and theater, that’s the gayest thing I’ve seen since Damian” Regina half joked “we literally have every other class together plus break and lunch, I guess you’ll be seeing me a lot” Janis said with a laugh “that’s honestly really cool, I’ll have someone fun in at least half my classes” you say with a wink

*ring* *ring* “well that’s the bell let’s head to homeroom” Cady says with a smile putting on her backpack and holding Regina’s hand while you all walk to class, you and Janis are in the back of the group walking close to each other but both focused on your phones, you’re texting your friend from back home and Janis is looking at what yarn to buy for her new project. Once you guys get to homeroom the group decided to sit together until they inevitable get separated for talking too much. “Good Morning class, happy Monday, My name is Mrs. Norbury and I will be your home room teacher this year, I was just informed we have a new student here from Florida so everyone please welcome (Y/N) and be kind to her” Mrs. Norbury says “thank you Mrs. Norbury” you say a little awkward Cady kindly puts her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. The class goes by pretty quickly. “So we’ll see you guys after this class, meet at the tree as usual?” Janis asks “yeah I’m so glad we all have A break and lunch this year” Cady says with a smile then gives you a hug “see you later (Y/N)” “bye cads, bye guys” you say before turning to Janis “follow me” Janis says sticking out her hand for you to grab and you do. You to get to class and sit next to each other in the back of the class. The teacher passes out a get to know you worksheet which you finish quickly then pull out your sketchbook to doodle. You’re doodling for like 10 minutes when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, it’s Janis you look at her a little confused then she shows you her sketchbook, it’s a small sketch of the friend group and to your surprise you see an in progress sketch of yourself. This causes you to blush a little, you’re not exactly sure why but you face definitely felt warm and there was definitely butterflies in your stomach “woah that’s really cool” you say quietly “thank you” Janis says turning away quickly, was Janis- no she couldn’t be blushing from such a simple compliment. The rest of class is pretty quiet with you two showing each other progress from your sketches. Class ended and you went to your next class saying good bye to Janis. Math went quickly and before you know it, it was break so you head to the tree from this morning to meet with the rest of the group. “So how’s everyone’s first day of senior year going so far?” Aaron asks “good, really chill” says Janis “for me it’s been going by really fast but it’s fun” you say “oh my goodness I can’t believe how easy today has been” Gretchen says with a sleepy Karen leaning on her “honestly a lot more boring than I expected” Regina says fixing her hair “I’m having an amazing day, that cute theater boy that I’ve been talking to has 4 classes with me” Damian says really happy “ooo ok Damian” you say hyping him up a bit “I am not having fun, I want to go home” Karen says leaning more into Gretchen “aw Karen what’s wrong?” Regina asks concerned “someone called her stupid because she asked what day it was when it was written on the board” Gretchen says holding Karen close “don’t listen to them Karen, they don’t know you, you’re incredibly smart and amazing, ok?” Janis says upset, Karen smiles a little very appreciative of Janis caring so much. You almost smile at how defensive Janis got for Karen seeing this caring side of her melted your heart in the best way. The break ended and you headed to study hall with Janis since none of your teachers were crazy enough to give you homework on the first day you and Janis talked quietly in the back about the different types of art she liked and how she does a lot of mixed media art. Every time you talk to Janis about art it feels like you two are the only two people on earth and like time stop. When the period ended she decided to walk you to theater since her class was in the same direction. Though you haven’t known her that long Janis made you feel really special, it was weird you felt like you didn’t need to put your walls up to protect yourself, you were just you. Exchanging goodbyes and saying you’d see each other at lunch. Theater was fun and easy, you played a name game

you played a name game so everyone could introduce themselves and then a few other games. The bell rang. Lunch time!

The cafeteria was honestly kind of chaotic but you ended up spotting Cady’s red hair very easily. You sat across from Cady knowing Regina would be siting next to her “hey cads” “hi (y/n) how were your classes?” “Good, how about yours?” “Eh pretty boring” Regina, Gretchen, and Karen come over giggling about something “I’m gonna go get cheese fries does anyone else want anything while I’m up?” Regina says “water please” you say and she gives you a nod “hmm i don’t know surprise me?” Cady says with a shrug. Regina leaves Gretchen and Karen follow as Damian and Aaron come over “no dude I’m telling you sports are way less complicated than that” Aaron says trying to convince Damian to watch some sport game with him “hey Damian where’s Janis?” You say a little worried “oh she’s in the art room she wanted to ask Ms. Jones if she had some yarn Janis could use” “oh ok…is she coming to lunch?” “Yeah she should be back in like 5? minutes” a few minutes later Regina, Karen, and Gretchen come to the table then Janis comes over and sits next to you taking one of your chips “Hey!” You say moving your chip bag away from her and she laughs “what you can’t share 1 chip with me?” Janis jokes “I can but you could’ve at least asked silly” you say laughing a bit “ok after school we should totally go to Regina’s house” Karen said “oh absolutely, my mom said that she misses you guys” Regina say.

Art class goes the same as all of the other classes you’ve had with Janis but this time you paint it’s really good quality paint especially since it’s from the school. You and Janis have been close all day. “Alright last class of the day, have fun” Janis says “you too, see you at Damian’s car?” You say “yeah see you later” she gives your hand a small squeeze then heads off to her class. You were definitely blushing from that, ugh this girl has only been your friend for 3 days but this felt different a good difference.

(Monday 2:00pm) fruit loops

Regina👛: y’all wanna go swimming? Today has been pretty warm and as you all know my pool is heated plus there’s a jacuzzi so like if you don’t want to go in the pool we could just chill

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I’m down I’m so glad you decided to keep swimsuits for everyone at your place

(Y/N): um I don’t have mine I’d be down to just go in my bra and the shorts I keep in my bag

Cads🦁: I have an extra one you can wear if you want (y/n)

Gretchen🌷: omg Regina that’s a great idea

Karen💕: 👙👙👙

Damian🌟: ooo absolutely I love a good swim at the George house

Gretchen🌷: Janis?

Damian🌟: she’s probably asleep or in the middle of a sketch with her phone on silent

(Monday 2:15pm) fruit loops

Janis👾: hey y’all sorry I was in the middle of a really good art jam but I’m totally down for a swim

Damian🌟: HA see I was right!!! do I know my best friend? or do I know my best friend?

Regina👛: ok ride arrangements for the ride to my house. Cady, Gretchen, and Karen in my car then the boys and single gays in Damian’s car

Janis👾: WTF BRO

(Y/N): damn 💀 no need to call us out like that

Bell rings and you head to Damian’s car. Aaron is already sitting in the front so you and Janis get in the back “let’s go queers it’s pool time” Damian pulls into Regina’s driveway shortly after Regina and everyone heads inside.

A/N: I couldn’t figure out how to end this one lol but here’s what I think their lunch table seating arrangement looks like also finally so cute Janis x reader moments lol ALSO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED WHEN I POST NEW PARTS OF THE STORY IVE SEEN OTHER PEOPLE DO IT AND NOW I WANT TO LOL

#janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #cady heron #gretchen wieners #karen shetty #aaron samuels #damian hubbard #mean girls 2024 #janis ‘imi’ike x reader

[spiderrrling]

Living After Midnight - Chapter 2 (Eddie Munson X F!Carver Reader)

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Fem!Carver! Reader

Summary - Direct follow up after what happened in chapter 1

Word Count - 4.8k (yes I know I went overboard)

Warnings - None! (so far)

Authors Note - Since people really seemed to like living after midnight and I CANNOT stop thinking about what it would be like to be related to Jason and secretly dating Eddie this is becoming a series, if you’d like to be included on the tag list let me know or add yourself (list can be found on my blog)

Living After Midnight - Chapter 1

The obnoxious ringing of her alarm clock woke her with a jolt. The blinding early morning light shone through her bedroom window. She had forgotten to pull the curtains shut after sneaking in just a couple of hours earlier. She was still wearing Eddie’s sweatshirt, not wanting to change out of it. The article of clothing brought her some sense of peace.

Having it meant that last night wasn’t a dream or a desperate part of her longing. It had been real; she had been in that trailer park in his arms and in his bedroom. And even though it hadn’t been the first time, far from it, in fact, some part of her was still scared she would wake up with it all being a dream.

But this piece of clothing still smelled like him and proved that it was real. That what they shared was real, and that for now, that would have to be enough.

She could hear the loud rustle of her other family members scurrying to get ready for the day ahead, the sound of the shower running, and the toaster pinging, signaling that breakfast was ready.

The sweatshirt Eddie had given her was blue, dark blue. A deep, rich blue that could only be matched by the Hawkins night sky. Holding her bottom lip between her teeth, she couldn’t make herself part with the comfort of the shirt just yet. Instead she decided on pulling on a plain button up before returning to the sweatshirt. No one would know, other than them. It would be their little secret.

It was only a sweatshirt; it couldn’t do any harm she told herself. Besides, she wasn’t so sure she cared anymore. That little part of her brain, which had seemingly abandoned all rational thought, just wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Scream and declare that she is in love with Eddie Munson.

Slinging her school bag over her shoulder and she headed downstairs. Checking the clock on the oven, she realised she was a little behind the new schedule Jason had implemented. She knew that if she wanted a ride to school, she would have to make do, hence she threw two pop tarts in the toaster and patiently tried to wait while the pastries warmed.

Jason of course, was already up and ready, dressed in his basketball Letterman jacket and standing by the door jangling his keys, signaling to her without words that it was time to go.

“Give me a second! The world won’t end if you’re a couple of minutes late.” She laughed and grabbed the pastries in a napkin before heading out the door. Sliding into the passenger seat of Jason’s car and throwing her bag into the backseat.

“You look exhausted.” Jason looked over at her as she rubbed sleep away from her eyes; her under eyes were puffy and slightly swollen. “Bad night’s sleep.” She mumbled out the half assed excuse and tried to explain it away. Praying he hadn’t heard her sneaking in last night. And that if he did, that he wouldn’t bring it up. Of course not like she never heard him sneaking in late at night from a night out with the basketball team or with Chrissy.

She hoped he would have the decency to return the favour, keep his mouth shut, and not ask any questions about it. “New shirt?” He asked, and her blood ran cold for a second. She froze in her seat. “What?” was all she could muster saying.

“That’s my shirt! You’ve stolen that from me!” She exhaled the breath she had been holding, silently thanking whoever had answered her silent prayer. “Oh. Yeah, I must have taken yours by mistake, sorry.”

She rested her head against her hand, breathing in Eddie's scent.

It was the same drive to school as always. They sat in their shared comfortable silence as she ate what could barely be described as breakfast with the radio playing quietly in the background. Outside, the little town of Hawkins was zooming by, endless fields and forests which quickly slipped into the suburban area of downtown Hawkins.

Indiana in spring was beautiful. The spring flowers had just started peeking out of the frozen ground to say hello and welcome the weather change. Unfortunately, however, the weather this time of year was always horrible; it was either too hot or too cold and never seemed to find that perfect lull in between.

But it was spring, which meant it was ramping up towards the end of the basketball season, and it seemed to have the entire school on edge, especially her brother. Morning and evening practices had just been extended by another half an hour in the desperate hopes of the Tigers winning another championship. Teachers were buzzing with excitement, and Coach was constantly trying to rally the students into showing up for games to cheer on the team.

The Hawkins high student body also seemed to change, suddenly people cared for the outcome of games and how well the team did. School spirit was only increasing the better the season went and the more games they won.

One of these days, she felt her head would explode if Jason spoke any more about basketball strategies or college recruiters. But she also couldn’t blame him; he was just excited. How could he not be? He was the captain of the basketball team, which was looking at winning their first championship in decades, and he was dating the Queen of Hawkins High. He had every right to be excited.

Sometimes she did wonder how Chrissy managed to deal with all his chatter, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but admire Chrissy for her strength and mental toughness.

They were early to school, half an hour to be exact, so the only cars in the parking lot belonged to the members of the basketball team.

The Friday morning air was cool against her skin as she stepped out of the car. The sun had just started rising, threatening to turn Indiana dangerously hot come the afternoon.

Her eyes darted around the parking lot, searching for the old beat up van that deep down she knew wouldn’t be there just yet. They were early, and since it was school, Eddie was chronically late. But it still didn't stop her from having that little bit of hope.

The Hawkins High building was really ugly. She was convinced it had not changed since it was built; many years ago. The low brick building was decorated with the Tigers logo, with the school gym and football field not far off.

The building must be ancient given the standard it now was in, the brick was old and weather torn and pieces of the ceiling tiles had started coming loose. However, there was some charm to it, regardless of how daunting it’s nature was.

Jason said his goodbyes and joined his team members before heading to the gym for their morning practice, running whatever drills they needed for tonight’s game. And as they headed towards the gym, she headed towards the school building.

Hawkins High was surprisingly peaceful at this time of the day; only a couple of teachers had arrived and begun their lesson plans and preparations, and the hallways were practically void of any students.

Speaking of school spirit, this morning a couple of cheerleaders were hanging up a banner in the hallway, advertising tonight's homecoming game and encouraging students to buy tickets and attend. It was actually really nice they cared so much.

Walking through the endless corridors lined with metal lockers and decorated with graffiti scribbles, she headed for the one place she knew someone would be this early in the morning, the newspaper room. 

It was Friday so Nancy Wheeler would be in her regular spot tucked away in the Hawkins High School News Paper room. Ever since Jonathan left eight months ago, she had poured herself into every project and hobby she picked up, the school newspaper being the one she was the most involved with. It was difficult to tell if she was doing it because she wanted to or if she was trying to avoid something. In all reality, it was most likely both that were driving her.

Nancy was headed to college in the fall, a full ride to Emmerson. Her thick college acceptance letter had arrived not even a month ago, and she was already ready to leave the ghost town of Hawkins behind. Still it was clear she was also nervous.

As she pushed the door into the newspaper room, she was parked behind the Editor in Chief’s desk. Two paper cups stood between the mess of papers strewn about in the most organised chaos she had ever seen.

Slumping down into the chair opposite Nancy, she didn’t even have to say anything as Nancy was so buried in her own work she simply handed her one of the paper cups marked with her initials.

This had become their little tradition, morning coffee in the newsroom before classes started.

“This isn’t from John’s.” She raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked over at Nancy after taking a sip of the dark liquid. Nancy finally looked up from where she was sitting; it was as if she could see the wheels turning in Nancy's brain. That was the best way she could describe Nancy, a fast well-oiled machine. “No- no, it's not.” Nancy flashed her a smile and took a sip from her own cup.

“I’ll never understand how you taste the difference.”

“It’s obvious, this?” She gestured to her cup. “This is hot water with a hint of coffee flavouring, which means you went to Joanne’s, and she cannot make a decent cup of coffee to save her life.” She shot Nancy an ironic death glare before taking another sip from her coffee, still happy to drink anything that would wake her up.

“Wait, is that a new shirt?” Nancy scanned her face as she tried to change the topic of conversation. “Oh, no, I just dug this out of the back of my closet. Forgot I owned it.”

It was a very thin lie, and Nancy was way too observant to believe it, but at least for now, she didn’t say anything. If anyone had become suspicious of her behaviour over the past couple of months, it was Nancy.

Instead, Nancy only rolled her eyes, pretending to ignore her and went back to work. While Y/N fished a notebook bound in black leather out of her bag and pulled her legs up in the chair. Practically ripping the cap off her pen with her teeth, she let the notebook fall open to the last page she had been working on. Her handwriting decorating the pages, ink smudged where she had been writing too fast. She tapped her pen against the edge of the notebook, scanning the pages and waiting for the right sentences to fall in place in her mind.

The longer she stared at the page in front of her, the less encouraged she was to write, the words seemed to stand still that morning. Instead, she flipped to the back of the notebook and scribbled a quick message on the paper before ripping it out and sticking the note in her pocket. It was clear this wasn’t the first time she had done this; the back of the notebook was abused from where she had ripped out countless pages previously to write notes.

Before they realised how much time had passed, the first bell of the morning rang, signaling there were 15 minutes left until the start of first period. With a subtle sigh, they both left their comfortable seats and headed out of the editors room to join up with the rest of the school.

Through the windows, she could see the yellow school buses had pulled up, and a sea of students had started making their way into school for their days of classes.

It was clear what day of the week it was just by the sheer amount of green in the sea of students. Friday was the day all the jocks wore their leatherman jackets and the cheerleaders went to classes in their uniforms, trying to rally some bit of school spirit. Which seemed ridiculous given how little spirit there was left in Hawkins after the past couple of years. But hey, at least someone was trying.

But it was Friday, which meant it wasn’t just the jocks and cheerleaders in uniforms. There were way fewer of them, but if you knew how to look, they were just as easy to spot in their black and white shirts, decorated with the Hellfire logo.

Her school bag was slung over her shoulder as she made her way down to her first period English class. Friday meant five classes, one free period, and lunch midway through the day. Whatever free moments she had would probably be spent hidden away with Nancy in the newspaper room. She wasn’t a writer for the paper, even though Nancy had asked her on more than one occasion. But Nancy would let her have lunch there as long as she didn’t get any crumbs on the floor. And it beat eating in the cafeteria by a long shot, and the newspaper kids were a little strange at times.

The hallway filled with students until it was almost difficult to walk through without bumping into someone else. Mr. Fletcher’s English class was located at the end of the language hallway and was quite a trek. As she walked, she clutched the now half full cup of coffee in her hands. Half full, not empty, she decided, a little optimism was needed for days like this.

If the Tigers won tonight, it meant they went on to play in next week's championships, a week straight of home and away games leading up to the finals on Friday a week from today, if they managed to make it that far.

But before she could get too lost in thought, there he was. His curly hair was still a mess, indicating he rushed out the door this morning which did not surprise her in the slightest. His layered leather and denim vest hung over his black and white hellfire shirt, and she could spot the guitar pick hanging in its regular chain around his neck.

She couldn’t help but break into a smile as she looked at him; even after all this time, he still managed to make butterflies appear in her stomach. Even though he was older than the traditional high school senior, there was almost something boyish about him. He looked up and made eye contact with her immediately. He noticed which shirt he was wearing, and she could have sworn she saw a slight blush. It was difficult to not wave at her, or grab her hand, or press a kiss to her cheek or really anywhere at all.

Quickly she fished the note she had written out of her pocket, and as they passed each other, she pressed it into his hand as inconspicuous as possible. His hand squeezed hers in that brief second, and they both hoped there were enough students around that no one saw what they had just done.

And with that, the long day of sitting through classes pretending to be focused started. She spent her entire first period staring down at the half filled page from this morning, replaying her moment with Eddie in the hallway over and over again in her head. At this point, they both knew each other’s schedule by heart; currently, he would be sitting down the hall in Mr. Fleming's literature class.

Probably avoiding whatever discussion was going on about Pursuations. The same thing she was doing in her class. She knew she should be paying attention to what was being said, their book report assessments were due just next week, and she had barely outlined an introduction. But Mr. Fletcher’s voice was always so quiet, and he spoke so slowly that it was difficult to pay attention in class. 

She’d joked with Eddie that the hardest part about their relationship wasn’t sneaking around and keeping secrets; it was staying on top of all her school work. Her time had been stretched thin enough as it was; adding Eddie to the already complicated equation of her life didn’t make it any easier. But deep down, she knew she wouldn’t want to change it for anything else.

Because for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was actually happy. She had something to look forward to every day, something that, even after all these months, made her feel that spark of excitement in her stomach. And that was invaluable to her.

Eddie had snuck in the window with the promise to help her study for her algebra test next week. And he did for the first fifteen minutes, but he so rarely got to see her room that he couldn’t help but be distracted. He sat himself on the floor to look through her rows upon rows of books, noting which ones he had read. 

“I know you’ve been held back, but don’t think you’re pulling me down with you.” She had joked, and Eddie had fallen to the floor, faking his hurt about the comment. “What if I just want you around for a little longer?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Can you blame me?”

“Don’t say that; you’re graduating this year.” Eddie just looked at her with a slightly questioning expression. “I know it.” She reassured him.

“Eighty-Six, baby.” He smiled and moved to peck at her lips. “Then we get out of here, together”

The bell ran, pulling her from her daydreams. She realised she had wasted the entirety of first period, she had no idea what had been said and her notebook lay open and unused on the desk in front of her.

Another two hours of classes remained before the lunch bell would ring. At least the other students seemed just as distracted as she was this morning; if it was with their own things or with the game, she wasn’t sure. Words seemed to go in one ear and out the other this morning, and she was unable to stay focused on what was happening in front of her.

Shoving her notebook and pen into her bag before she and the other students shuffled out of class and proceeded to their next classes. She tugged gently at the sleeves of the shirt, pulling it down to cover her palms. There was something intoxicating about wearing Eddie’s shirt out in public. She had worn his clothes on multiple occasions, but always when it was just the two of them who could see. This was something else entirely, and it brought forward a pit of excitement in her stomach.

The rest of the day passed in a blur; listening in classes and note taking bled together until she couldn’t tell how much time had passed since the morning or what class she was in. Before she knew it, she had ended up by her locker at the end of the day. She hadn’t seen Eddie for the rest of the day, which wasn’t uncommon.

They were both high school seniors with busy schedules that didn’t line up. If they were lucky, they shared the free period on Wednesdays, but she had science block before, and Mr. Fleming always ran over time, leaving them swamped with work and notes.

Two pieces of paper fell out of her locker as she opened it, a small folded note and a ticket for tonight’s homecoming game.

She could guess who the note was from, quickly picking it up, and unfolding it to reveal a location. She couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself, carefully placing the note in her pocket along with the ticket before heading towards their usual meet up spot.

Friday afternoons before games were the perfect time to sneak around. Jason thought she went home, her parents were at work, and Eddie had an extra half an hour before Hellfire began.

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“You look so good in that shirt, sweetheart.” Eddie had her pinned firmly up against the wall, confident no one would be walking by. “Might have to let you keep it.”

“If you keep giving me your clothes, you won’t have any left.” She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a sly smile. “I can work with that.” Eddie grinned back at her before kissing her again. Gently just letting his lips graze over hers, his nose brushing lightly against hers. Eddie’s fingers trailed over her body above her clothes, sending shivers down her spine.

And she could feel his hair gently tickling her face as he leaned in to kiss her.

“Aren’t there kids waiting for you to lead them on a quest?” She whispered against his lips. “They can wait; I have more pressing matters to tend to.” And with that, Eddie kissed her again, this time with full force, his hands coming up to cup her face in his palms. “Been thinking about you all day, you know.” He said between kisses.

She hummed into the kiss in agreement, letting him know she hadn’t been able to think about anything other than him. Her hands were resting against his forearms, gripping tighter onto him as they kissed.

Eddie pulled away to look at her, his arms moving and settling around her waist so he could pull her closer and off the wall. “Been waiting to have you in my arms.” He sighed, happy to finally get to be close to her again.

It felt like an eternity had passed since they were together last when, in reality, it had been less than twelve hours.

It was perplexing to her how Eddie could go from zero to a hundred so fast and then back down again. But he was just so happy and excited to see her after the day he had been having. Her presence always seemed to calm him down, to let him settle.

She laid her head against his shoulder, and Eddie rested his chin on her head. Her arms moved around his neck, her fingers mindlessly playing with the loose strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“Everyone is going to be at the game.” Eddie started to speak, and she only hummed in agreement, not sure where the conversation was about to go. “No one would know if you slipped out or didn’t show up at all.” He continued. “What are you suggesting, Munson?”

“Come to Hellfire.” He moved his head and brushed a couple pieces of hair away from her forehead so he could press a kiss to her temple. “And don’t make me beg, please.” She couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Seriously, and besides, we could use another player for tonight since StClair insists on warming the bench.” Eddie continued, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted. “You know you’d be welcome; the little gremlins seem to look up to you; they’d like having you there playing with them.” He pulled away so he could look her in the eyes, “I’d like to have you there.” The room was dark, and they were crammed in, but she swore she could see him blush.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to beg.” She raised an eyebrow at him and earned a pinch in return. “You’re impossible.”

"So will you come?" Eddie rested his hand against her cheek and she felt the cool metal of his rings against her flushed skin. They were pretty cramped together in the closet and she wondered why he hadn't suggested his van instead.

"Eds-" She started to speak and based only on her tone Eddie knew what was coming and cut her off. “No, don't give me that, tell me what is actually going on.”

"What's going on in there?" He gently tapped his ring finger against her temple. "Tell me what's going on." She hesitated for a moment and held her breath. Her eyebrows knitted deeply together as she was unable to find the words to tell him.

"You know I don't mind being a secret right? In fact I find it kind of exciting." Eddie laughed trying to get her to relax a little bit. "But I do mind if you keep secrets from me." She slowly nodded in response and she looked at him.

His dark brown eyes looked almost black in the dimly lit room and she felt she could almost see her own reflection in them. He was being so soft, so gentle.

"It's stupid." She mumbled under her breath and hid her face away in his shoulder. Eddie moved his hand into her hair so he could gently run his fingers through it. "I don't believe you."

"And you don't have to tell me now, ok?" He reassured her. "We can talk about it later." His voice was soft and she could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Pretty girl, what do you have to be sorry about?" He used his hand to move her head, forcing her to look him in the eye and so he could press a kiss to her forehead. "Ruining the mood?" She asked questionably to which Eddie laughed. A laugh deep from his chest which quickly reduced her anxiety to almost none, almost.

"You haven't ruined anything." Eddie leaned in to kiss her again, this time it was slow, patient. He was still using his hands in her hair as a vantage to manipulate her right where he wanted her.

"I love you." He whispered to her between kisses, one of his hands finding its spot on her waist, fingers gently digging into the soft flesh. "So much."

She never realised right until they were back together just how much she longed for him, for his touch and his kisses. She craved feeling his touch, he was like her own personal drug she could never get enough of.

Her hands had wrapped around his shoulders to steady herself, her hands finding his face to hold him closer and Eddie deepened the kiss, pressing her back up against the wall. They were both losing themselves to the kiss, to each other.

Their kisses became needy and desperate. Kissing until they were both desperate for air, but not wanting their lips to ever part.

When Eddie pulled away their lips were slightly swollen and they were both breathing heavily for air. Eddie tenderly pushed some hair out of her face so he could look at her. "So beautiful." He whispered.

"I love you too." She whispered to him, and as she said the words his wrist watch beeped letting them both know their time was up for now. She wanted to do nothing more than to smash that watch into a million pieces.

"I believe your kids are waiting for you." She gave him a half hearted smile

"Go to the game, we'll be fine. Go support your stupid jock brother." Eddie pressed a quick kiss to her lips and grinned. "On one condition." He flashed her his evil grin which signalled that she was up to no good.

"I come by your house to pick you up, and you prepare to stay the night." His hand found hers in the dark and he quickly laced their fingers together, lifting her hand up to press a kiss to the back of it. She nodded in return, unable to take her eyes off him. "Ok." She smiled and nodded.

Eddie leaned towards her again, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Last kiss.” He grinned at her. "Go first." Eddie cracked the door open ever so slightly checking if the coast was clear before letting her step out of the janitor's closet. The hallway was empty of students, with everyone headed to the gym for the basketball game.

She was going to need to convince Robin to do her a solid favour and cover for her tonight, but she was determined to make it work.

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The game was finally starting to let out, and the Hawkins students flooded out of the gym in celebration and into the parking lot. The gaggle of nerds excited the drama department, shared excitement buzzing between them that she could pick up at even from a distance.

Eddie was holding onto his old and beat up black Dungeons and Dragons binder which was stuffed to the brim with his ideas and occasional sketches. They both stood still for a moment looking at one another from across the parking lot, massive grins plastered to both of their faces.

Eddie turned his head to see if anyone was looking at them, and when they weren't he blew her a kiss and gave her a bow before running off to his van.

Nothing mattered but him, over the past year he had slowly been infiltrating every aspect of her life. He had become her life just as she had become his.

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[luimagines]

Is it ok to request the reader being sky’s younger/older sibling who’s just as reckless as wild? Like jumping off their loftwing mid flight just to be caught or do any kinda stunt like that? It can be in whatever format you want

It is absolutely ok!

I'm excited to write this one!.... I’m making it younger sibling just because I think it’s cute.

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You were minding your own business at the Knight Academy.

Your older brother might just be the coolest person in the whole. When no one else knew how to look for Zelda your brother told you to stay home and be good, that he was going to look for her and that he’ll bring her home.

So you needed to behave, just so he has one less thing to worry about.

You agreed because you were worried about Zelda. She was nice to you and she was Link’s friend. So this made perfect sense.

Link came back from time to time. He looked tired every time. He came to check on you. Asked if you’ve been good like you’ve promised- knowing better than anyone that you liked to get into trouble one way or another. He asked about your days and school and you asked him quietly what the surface was like.

The stories amazed you.

They had birds, but they were small. No bigger than your hand more often than not. And also large creatures! Bigger than loftwings and some were kind and funny and some were mean and your brother defeated any who stood in his way.

He came back with bruises sometimes.

You tried to behave more and more.

And then he came back with Zelda and suddenly there was so many new opportunities open. Link wanted to show the surface now that it was safe. He wanted you both to live there and start fresh once he graduated from the academy.

And then he disappeared one day.

You stopped behaving then. You gave up trying to keep him from worrying. He was worrying you now. And that’s simply not fair.

He seemed to be gone for weeks, even months on end with nothing to show for it. It broke your heart. Especially when Link spent so long looking for his friend and Zelda didn’t so much as appear to worry for him. Groose didn’t seem that concerned either. Granted, you didn’t know why he was suddenly so chummy with your brother after everything but if Link said he was ok, then something must have happened.

Until one day, a strange man dressed in white clothing with a strange flag attached to his back ran up to you.

“Excuse me.” He said, a bit out of breath. “A young man named Link, is he your older brother?”

You nod and bite your tongue, afraid to address a stranger.

“This is for you.” He pulls out a little brown paper package and hands it to you.

Link’s name and yours on are the top of it.

“He said to tell you he’ll be home soon and he’s sorry for leaving as soon as he did.” The man smiles and before bowing and turning to run away.

What a strange man.

That aside, Link’s handwriting sticks out to you and you’re quick to open up the package. There’s a letter, a small wooden statue of the strangest four legged animal you’ve seen and a single brilliantly blue stone.

You treasured it and ran to your room to put it with the other treasures Link has brought to you from the surface world. 

He’s ok. That’s all that mattered.

Then he came back, with friends. You didn’t care much for them once you saw him.

“LINK!” You screamed and started running to him. Tears came to your eyes before you could stop them. You ignored how all the other boys looked to you when you yelled. Link saw you and began running to meet you half way.

Dumb dumb, can’t run. You both know this. You jumped up into his arms and he spun you around. “You didn’t say goodbye this time!”

“I know I’m sorry. I didn’t have the time.” Link sniffles by your ear. He holds onto you tightly.

Groose came out from the corner and sighed of relief. “Do you know... how hard it is to keep an eye on them?”

Link snorts and lets your feet touch the ground once more. “Tell me about it.” He then fixes you with a stern look... Which fully get across since his eyes are about as dewy as yours. “How many times did you try to jump off the edge without your loftwing?”

You pout and look away, toeing the ground. “Only once.”

“A week.” Groose finishes, exasperated. “Once a week, at least. I swear they only listen to you.”

You just hug Link again. “I wasn’t that bad. I promise.”

“And then they were out at night trying to catch the remlits-”

“I was no-”

“Then they were climbing all over the library and trying to get to the highest shelves instead of asking someone or using the ladder-”

“I needed that for my homework-”

“And then they nearly broke the chandelier at the Lumpy Pumpkin for reasons we still haven’t found out-”

You stay silent on that one.

“And then they took their loftwing out for a joy ride without telling anyone so we were looking for them for hours before they decided to come back.” Groose finishes with a glare your way. “It’s a miracle they didn’t accidentally end up on the surface. Or else who know if we would have seen them again.”

Link says your name disappointedly. Your tears spring up again. Stabbing you would have been kinder.

“No! That’s not fair, Link. You do all these things and you leave me behind!” You stomp your foot. Link frowns and brushes your hair out of your face. It quiets your inner fire and you can’t help but squeak out. “...I just wanted to be like you. You said we’d be together.”

He sighs and pulls you in close again. “We’ll talk, ok? I have a lot of explaining to do. But for now, do you want to meet my friends? You’re never going to believe what’s been happening.”

“Link.” Groose deflates.

“I’ll take it from here.” He smiles. “Thank you for looking after them.”

Link’s friends are, in short, weird. Some of them are literally short. You can’t help the face you make and you turn to Link. He sees it and laughs. “They’re heroes too.”

“Are they from the surface?” You tilt your head. “You said they’re weren’t any people like us down there.”

“Well... yes and no... it’s a long story.”

“We have time.” One of them says. He a long blue scarf- almost the same blue as the stone that Link sent you. He is smirking. “I’d like to get to know this kid.”

You hide behind your brother and he snorts. Link pushes your forward and gestures to the group. “Meet Link.”

“Huh?”

Link looks at you with a similar smirk. You know this face. He’s planning something. “We’re going to a be a part of something great.”

And somehow... this makes you feel better. With your brother back home, you’ll be ok.

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[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy prince

Characters: Sky x male reader, Brandon x male reader, Riven x male reader 

Universe: Winx Club/Winx Saga

Warnings: None

Authors note: Okay that's a strange one. It is a hybrid of the old Winx Club animated Series and the horrible reboot from Netflix. It is in a sense more on the Winx Club side of things but has also parts of its reboot in it. So yeah, hope you guys like it.

When your parents told you that now was the time that you had to leave amid the war you were fighting against a neighboring world, to say you were furious, would be an understatement.

Even though you did not want to leave, you couldn’t go against your parent's word. So a couple of days later, you found yourself at the entrance of the Alfea school for fairies. The mostly pink building made you almost vomit on sight. But being near other people like you would be a nice change. You have four younger brothers, but none of them are like you.

And then came the moment in which you entered the place. Only fairies could at the start enter the campus and everyone looked at you astonished, as you followed a group of girls onto it.

Minding your own business, not even realizing that dozens of pairs of eyes stared you down. Hanging on your phone texting with Vika, your brother that was closest in age to you.

Where finally someone tapped on your shoulder. Turning around, a faint smile crept on your face, as you saw an older woman with white hair in front of you.

„Young man, you must be mistaken, this is Alfea the school for fairies,“ she began to talk. As you wanted to interrupt her, she started anew. „The school for specialists is a couple of kilometers west from here, you can’t miss the red fountain!“ Her voice was happy to help you.

Dumbfounded you just stood there. In your family was it normal for boys to be fairies and not the girls. For generations, at least one of your kin visited Alfea, yes it is a long time overdue, cause of your father's generation having not a single one, but before him, were seventeen, alone from your family alone.

„Excuse me? I think I’m at the right place,“ you only told her determinedly.

She was taken aback, especially at your slightly sour tone. Without giving her more of your attention, you went back to your phone. Telling your brother everything that had happened.

You did not notice, that the woman had left or that everyone gathered at a place, in front of a little stage. Only after the woman you had just a confrontation with, lets out beautiful magic, do you look up again. Not being able to hear her, you walked closer. 

It was only welcoming, but again you got the feeling of belonging deep inside of you. Eyes glistening in excitement. You even hold your hand to one of the magical butterflies she just let appear, out. A lot of them landed on you, tickling your soft skin. Never in your life, have you ever seen something so beautiful?

Only the color of blood corpses piling up, as art and the screams of dying or hurt people, as music. But this, this was entirely different, warmth began to fill you up.

At least until you felt something strange hovering over you, just as you wanted to look, you fell to the floor. Not knowing what was happening, you tried to stand up, by putting your hands on the floor. But were unable to move them even a little bit. As your eyes wandered down you saw a kind of rope, binding you together.

Angry you tried to free yourself, but it also seemed to block your magic. Fear flowed through your veins, which only got worse, as you saw that nobody was going to help you.

„Miss Faragonda, we were sent to get this one out of here, to get him to the right place as you wish.“ Immediately your eyes went to the older lady, that had spoken to you before. She smiled at you sweetly, but the only thing you could feel was a betrayal. Not only from your own kind but also from a woman, your grandfather most likely held in high regard.

„You can’t do this, I’m a fairy too!“, you screamed out, which let everyone look at you in disgust. That you really tried that to get into an all-girls school. 

Before you could make more problems, a blond guy took your upper body, while a brown-haired guy, took the other side and carried you away. All the while you spewed insults, and threats, and all in all being aggressive.

With the hovercraft back in their own school, you got carried to the headmaster, where he wanted to explain why you thought, being obviously a specialist to go to Alfea to learn about the craft. At this point, you did not answer anything. Which got you in a confinement cell. To let cool you off.

But your anger just grew in there. To get betrayed was one thing, but from people who should understand and be with you? Your own magical kind? The only ones even in the slightest should be able to feel the pain of responsibility you had on your shoulders?

For an entire week were you in there, often both headmasters you had seen came to you, to speak, but you hadn’t any of it. Three times a day, the brown-haired guy that had brought you there, feed you. Because of the rope that still bound you together, you couldn’t eat yourself.

After this week a very known face to you finally got you out of this cell. He almost broke as he saw you. Caged into a cell, instead of being together with your kind, just as he was when he was younger.

He destroyed the rope and got you to follow him. His steps were slow and the walking stick wouldn’t do it for much longer. Still, he walked up all the flight of stairs. He was determined for something.

As you got into the headmaster's room, in which you were the first day. „Saladin!“, your grandfather called through the room. As the other old man looked up from his desk, he was shocked to see you and your grandfather. But before he could say anything, your own clam grandfather shot an explosion at him.

The room was destroyed but no one was harmed. Still, Saladin was obviously confused. „What are you doing here Teritel?“

„What I’m doing here? My second oldest grandson brought to my attention, that my oldest was not answering him anymore. So I came to this place to find him, only to hear from Fraragonda, that my precious boy is in here! Caged into a cell!“, the last part he screamed in absolute anger.

Even the headmaster gulped hard at seeing your grandfather this angry. „Because he is obviously a specialist and not a fairy.“ Saladin tried to argue softly. But then your grandfather showed him his own wings.

„I have expected more from your guys. You knew that my family brings out male fairies instead of females! And still, you caught him like a criminal, and humiliated him in front of hundreds of others! This will have consequences, Saladin! As the still reigning king of Ulnika, I will bring this up in the next „Kings and Queens“ meeting. Maybe we need new schools for the next generations!“

Just then your grandfather wanted you to go with him. Telling the other older man, which seemed to have been once a friend of your grandfathers, to stop you two.

„No we can train him here, maybe even with fairy guidance!“, he tried to get to a compromise.

„You want my grandson? My heir, to half a half excuse of a fairy education? One that he as the protector of an entire world, has a right to? He already is experienced enough to get all of your boys on the floor with a sword, so what could he learn more from you, than from a school full of fairies?“

The man seemed to be at a loss for words. Which your grandfather took as your leaving sign. But this time it was you to stop him. „Maybe I should try it. But only, if we start the school year with a training camp with both fairies and specialists, where both get trained together for a while.“

Your grandfather at first reluctant, understood with a couple of moments looking into your eyes. S slightly evil grin appeared on his wrinkled face, „That is a fantastic idea. Deep in the woods, is an old wizard school. It still gets cared for.“

Saladin at the end of his wisdom said `yes´ to it, He didn’t even have much of a choice left, but still. At least he wouldn’t be on your grandfather's bad side anymore.

And as your grandfather had told already, you could bring all of them down. And you looked forward to doing it. Especially with the blond and brown-haired guys. But also the one with purple hair tips. The one that had thrown the rope to contain you.

A wide, satisfied smirk already was on your face, not being able to wait for the day of your revenge.

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[lcnelyghost]

dandy nursing the sick reader back to health ♥︎

a/n: a sort of sequel to the fic i wrote about where the reader was taking care of a very sick dandy. requested by my dandy mott obsessed friend! much like me, if i’m being honest ;)

summary: after taking care of dandy when he was ill, the reader begins to come down with whatever her poor lover must have had. leaving him to return the favour and tend to her needs.

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!

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Dandy was plodding around the kitchen, trying his best to make you the PERFECT cup of tea. Alongside some other little things he knew would help make you feel better. He was extremely guilty. You’d caught the same sickness he came down with after storming off in the middle of the night whilst the rainy sky was in action. It was his fault, of course. Another tantrum and poof, he’d left.

Although Dandy was still getting over his own cold, he vowed to take care of you through this current time. His mother and Dora insisted on letting them do it, but he refused. He had infected you both. So it was up to him to fix it.

Dandy rubbed his nose on the blood red handkerchief he carried in his pocket and continued on taking the tray of baked goods and medication up to you’re room.

When he arrived, he was stunned to see you standing up and trying you’re best to make the bed with whatever strength you had left.

“No, no, no! Y/n, why are you out of bed?” Dandy scolded. You were quick to jump out of you’re skin before fumbling for an excuse.

“I’m bored.. and aren’t you being a tad bit hypocritical? You’re not well yourself, mister. So why are you also out of bed.” He struggled to give you an answer but only demanded you get back under the covers.

“Mother isn’t home and she let Dora go on a break. So it’s just us for now. I got you a few things. There’s different medications there to help with the stuffiness and headaches.” You smiled warmly at him and glanced towards the large metal tray he’d placed down on the table nearby. It was full of pastries and sweet treats. And some medicine, as he had told you.

Dandy looked at you for a good few seconds, displeased with what he saw. You’re face was a deathly porcelain. You were awfully tired looking and fully resembled a corpse.

“Darling, what’s you’re temperature?” He asked.

“I haven’t taken it yet. Although I can say that i’m absolutely freezing.” And with that, Dandy rushed off to go find a thermometer.

You lay back down and sighed. With all this fuss he was making, you were sure the poor dear would be as ill as he was once before. You admired how much he cared though. It was sickly sweet, in a way.

He soon returned to the room and ordered you to open you’re mouth. The thermometer was quickly placed inside and you both waited for a minute or two. It finally began to beep rapidly and you gathered that the look on Dandy’s face meant it wasn’t a good result.

“That’s certainly a high fever, at most. I’ll go grab a washcloth so we can try to keep it down for now..” You tried to protest but he’d already left the room again.

It didn’t take long before you felt a familiar tickle in you’re sinuses and were overcome by the need to sneeze, several times..

“Goodness bless you!” Dandy gasped. You’re eyes cracked open again and you noted in you’re mind that he was back in sight.

He placed the washcloth over you’re burning forehead and sat on the bottom of the bed.

“How many times have I told you, wear a coat if it’s raining. Situations like these can be easily avoided..” You giggled. Dandy smiled softly but you could tell he was practically full of guilt.

“When you’re dealing with a mother like mine, that’s the last thing you’ll worry about.. OH!! THE SOUP!!” You’re partner screamed. You watched him dash off back downstairs and heard lots of cluttering, safe to say he was taking this just a bit too far…

He returned with a steaming bowl of lentil soup in his hands, coughing when the steam hit his face. He took a spoon off of the tray and began slowly stirring the piping hot liquid.

“Open wide!” Dandy chirped. You shot him a cold glare before huffing loudly.

“Really? I’m sure i’m capable of feeding myself, thank you.” You said sarcastically. Dandy scoffed at you’re utter sass and proceeded to lift the spoon closer to you’re lips.

“I know. I’m just better at doing it my way!” And with that, he shoved the spoonful of soup into you’re mouth. For some childish rich kid, he made great soup.

A few hours had passed and Gloria had came back home. It was now officially dark out and Dandy left you to rest for a little bit. Yet again putting up with Gloria’s demands that he should go back to bed himself and get over his own cold first. You even thought you heard him yell back at her a few times..

Now you were deep in slumber, peacefully dreaming about having another day out in the garden with Dandy. The door was slowly opened as someone quietly crept in.

You felt the bed move and you’re eyes fluttered open, spotting Dandy giving his best attempt at snuggling into you.

“Get well soon…” he mumbled before closing his eyes and wrapping both arms around you’re waist. Perhaps being ill wasn’t so bad when Dandy was around. He was definitely the best caretaker you’d ever had, you swore upon that.

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[djino04]

OmegaVerse - Punishment

Words: Fragile, Shirt, Boxer, Swallow, Sad

This OS is in the OmegaVerse

POV Andreas

I'm in Rosalind's office with Saul. We've both been called in because of a security problem in the wing where the comatose fairies are. It seems that Bloom and co have decided to take a trip there and the headmistress is not happy, to say the least. I don't know if she thinks Saul is in cahoots with the girls or if she's just punishing him to deter them, but either way she's been using her powers on him for 15 minutes. She won't spill blood, she doesn't need to. Mental torture is much more painful and can leave lifelong scars. And here I am, a silent spectator of my former lover's suffering, not allowed to help him because I must not show Rosalind that I have been able to break her hold. 

During a brief period of respite, I see Saul swallowing his saliva with difficulty. His shirt is already soaked with sweat and I know the headmistress is only warming up. I've been in the omega's seat a good number of times in the past, for simply disappointing Rosalind in some way or another. Unfortunately, she won't be the first to crack. While Saul still hasn't caught his breath, she starts again without the slightest hint of fatigue. 

What she doesn't know is that she is also torturing me by doing this. Each of Saul's screams is unbearable to listen to. On top of that, she has removed the scent blocker again, so the alpha in me smells the distressed odor that has invaded the office. I have to wrestle with the part of me that wants to take my omega in my arms and run far away from here to safety. But I mustn't, he would surely not forgive me and I can't leave Sky and Beatrix here. 

The screaming finally stops, but only because Saul has fainted. She puts the blocker back in place and goes back to her desk with a straight face. She looks at me dismissively and says: 

"I always said omegas were fragile little things. Look, it barely lasted half an hour, nowhere near your record."

I don't answer because she doesn't even want an answer. I stay in my seat, waiting for her to decide to send me away. I try not to look at Saul lying unconscious on the office floor. It doesn't stop me from hearing his labored breathing or smelling the lingering scent of his distress.

I'm tired of playing Rosalind's games, but I have no choice right now. I know I'm a valuable asset to the resistance that's being built up within the school. But it kills me to have to wait. And I'm sad to see that Saul is once again the one paying the piper. We're going to have to be more careful in the future because even though he's strong, despite what the fairy thinks, he's not going to hold up if these kinds of sessions happen too often. The headmistress is well aware of this and she also knows that Saul is appreciated by the students and this is one of the reasons why she goes after him. The other reason is that unfortunately Saul is an omega without a pack, without an alpha and society doesn't care what happens to him for this reason. Whereas if Rosalind goes after a student in this way, she's likely to get in trouble at least with some parents. 

I stand still for almost ten minutes before Rosalind gestures to Saul: 

"Get this out of here and he better be at class tomorrow morning. Make it clear to him that no excuses will be accepted."

Without a word, I pick Saul up on my back like a fireman and carry him to his apartments, careful to avoid the crowd. Even though I'm playing into Rosalind's hands by doing this, I'll have to warn the girls not to try anything new at this point. If I had known they were planning something like this, I could have helped them. We're going to have to organize ourselves a little better in the future so we can win and save Saul from further suffering. 

Once back in his room, I quickly put him on his bed. I undress him, leaving him only his boxers, then I put him under the sheets. I program his alarm clock for tomorrow morning and I leave his apartments. The whole thing took me less than five minutes. I wish I could do more and stay with him to make sure everything is okay but I can't. I know that Rosalind is watching this place, which limits my actions a lot. I will stop by tomorrow morning early enough to make sure he is okay and ready to teach. That's the only thing I can do for my omega right now.

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[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 23

Previous Chapter

Rutile: …Maybe it'd be a moonless night. One where you can only see the stars twinkling above. Or snow could be falling, or rain could be pouring down, or there could even be a raging storm that very night…it's all the same.

Akira: …Yeah.

It felt like Rutile's understanding smile was pushing me forward. I kept talking.

Akira: If I never opened my curtains, I never would've had the chance to see the scenery beyond my window.

Even though what I was saying was a little disorganized and honestly a little out there, no one tried to cut me off or stop me.

Akira: Miss Luca.

The delicate rainbow scales from Roxy's wings had dusted over Luca's cheeks, like makeup carefully applied to a porcelain doll. How beautiful, I thought.

Akira: Is there really nothing besides the world inside your picture books that calls to you? No lands you've seen outside your window, nothing else you've done in the world outside? If you let yourself become a part of this world, you'll never have a chance to see or do anything else outside again. It'll all be lost to you. …And I think that…it'd be a terrible shame to let it all go to waste like that.

I hadn't even realized that I'd extended my hand towards Luca until the moment my fingers gently brushed against her cheek. But at the same moment I did, the mess of vines shuddered, and her chrysalis of flowers began the final steps needed to finish swallowing her up forever.

Rutile: Master Sage…!

But I wasn't the vines' target--they went after Rutile, catching him when he was off balance from trying to protect me.

Mithra: <Arthim>

The moment the vines chose Rutile as their target, though, Mithra's magic lashed out. It was automatic, instinctual, unhesitating. And for a moment, the world around us…strained. A chill of anxiety ran down my spine, and then the ground below us began to scream.

Akira: …?!

The world began to shake harder than it ever had before and, more worryingly, began to tilt as fissures ripped themselves open in the ground. My wizards responded immediately, taking to the air on their brooms. I, too, was tucked securely against Rutile's back.

Mithra: Rutile, are you hurt?

Rutile: N-no. But, Mithra, your spell…!

Mithra: I can't be bothered to hold myself back anymore. How that girl chooses to erase herself has nothing to do with me. And you are far more important to me than she is.

Rutile: But…

Mithra: Those who give up on living are bound to die either way. There's no encouragement you can give that'll pull those who chose to continue living as cowards, never finding their own pride, out of that. They're already nothing more than corpses whose vital signs haven't quit yet. I'd rather just die than let that happen to me.

Murr: What about if they just haven't had the opportunity to find that pride yet?

Mithra: Excuse me…?

A cheery voice with a keen, intellectual edge to it cut into the conversation. Murr sat astride his broom, head tilted to one side, his gaze needle-sharp and just as good at piercing to the heart of things.

Murr: Living a life without anything to spur me forward is flat out impossible for me, too! That said, I have my beloved. It's hanging in the sky right now. Of course, my love for it is what smashed my soul to pieces. But despite that, I still yearn endlessly for the moon, trying to get close to it time and time again. And I'm sure that will never change no matter how many times it shatters me. I can't imagine myself living a life where I'm not in love with the moon!

Shylock: ……

Rutile: …For Luca, this world is a precious treasure she's had since the day she was born. I…I can't even imagine how painful it is for her that she's losing it. She must feel like her heart is being pulled in two…reality can be cruel. But… But I still want to hope that there's still joys and bright prospects just waiting for her to find them. She just hasn't lived long enough yet. And I'm absolutely certain that the "pride" you're talking about, Mithra, something similar to Murr's love of the moon, is somewhere in their number.

Akira: Rutile…

Rutile frowned sadly, clutching his hands to his chest. He slowly closed his sincerely shining eyes, the color of freshly sprouted grass, and then opened them again. It seemed like there was something specific on his mind.

Rutile: And…I can't forget her smile. I won't forget it. She looked so happy when she ate the sugar I made for her. And the face she made when Murr made that shower of sugar shined so brightly, too… …And we saw Mister Aslan in the pieces of Luca's memories. When he was exposed to a world he knew nothing about and showed interest in it. For that to have been sealed into one of these pearls means that it's a memory as precious to her as the time she's spent with her friends, right?

Mithra: …

Shino: Listen up, Luca!

Shino sliced his way through the encroaching vines, confidently facing Luca as he made his declaration.

Shino: I'm someone who had to look for the place where I belong, too! I totally get how hiding yourself in your own little world feels so much better than facing how awful reality is. But when I pulled myself out of mine, I met the single most precious person in the world. That meeting changed my life. Meeting him was like…it was like the world suddenly had color now, that's how much it changed. And I bet there's someone out there, someone or something, that when you meet 'em, it'll completely change how you view yourself. Obviously I can't promise anything, but…isolating yourself means you'll never even have the chance of that happening. If you just shut your eyes to everything, then everything's gonna ignore you, too. And right now's the best time to be brave about it!

There was no slowing down the curling, twisting vines, but there was no stopping Shino, either. He was opening a path to Luca through the vines--and Arthur was the one who took it.

Arthur: Luca Carroll! I was overjoyed to have the chance to meet such a talented artist as yourself. You see, I love this beautiful world that I was lucky enough to be born into. Through your art I got to see landscapes I'd never seen before, and that made me love this world even more than I already did. I want to know everything about this world I live in. And I want you to tell me about a world that I don't know. A world I've never seen. A world I didn't even know existed! Even if you one day lose that world…your experiences within it can never be taken from you. I am certain that there are things that only you can do, that only you can share because you've lived in this world. And…I am sure that your memories of this beautiful world won't fade easily. Not only the memories you have now, but the ones you will make in the future as well. And when you make them, would you be so kind as to tell me more about this world that you love so much?

The vines began targeting Arthur, but they got kicked off course by the one and only Murr.

Murr: I wanna know more about your friends, too! There's so many things in the world that you see, that you illustrate, that don't exist in aaaany literature or documentation in the whole wide world. And that makes you a super special reference for them! Because, hey, even if you stop being able to see them, if you come back out to the outside world, you can look for a method to see them again! How's that sound? It up and disappearing on you is a waste, I agree, but I think that deciding that that's the end of everything is even more of a waste. If it were me, I'd keep searching to the ends of the earth for a way to see the ones I love again! I think there's way more value in chasing after something you're willing to stake your life on, instead of just up and dying here. I mean, you've got the rest of your long wizard life ahead of you!

As my wizards spoke, I felt like I could see the movements of the vines slow down a little. Like they were hesitating about something.

Aslan: …Luca.

His voice trailed off…but I could still hear the heart he was putting into his words. Aslan had regained consciousness. As if in response to the sound of his voice, the vines and even the flowers that held Luca in their ephemeral embrace stilled their movements, calming down. Arthur weaved his way through the vines down to Luca's side, and Aslan slid off his broom. He approached Luca with unsteady legs and Arthur's support. And as he took each step he spoke--or sang, perhaps, his voice the gentle, almost melodic sound that, say, a man not too used to singing lullabies would have as he tried to sing one for his adopted daughter after she had a nightmare.

Aslan: …I was dreaming. I dreamt of the day when you first told me about the beautiful world that I can't see. Of the gentle smile you had while you told me about your beloved friends. I'm truly so, so sorry that…I didn't realize you weren't able to see those friends anymore. …You must have felt so scared. You must've felt like you were going to lose everything important to you.

Aslan gently stroked Luca's hair, and I thought I saw her long eyelashes flutter.

Aslan: But you know, Luca. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist anymore. They'll always be right at your side, watching over you. …Don't you think so?

Roxy made a perfect circle in the air and then landed on Luca's chest. The glittering rainbow scales that scattered whenever it flapped its wings seemed to shine even brighter against the backdrop of this faded, collapsing world.

Rutile: Please, Luca. Accept your memories back into you. I know that right now you're terrified of having to say goodbye to this irreplaceable world full of your friends, but… I'm sure you can find things to love in the world outside your picture books, too. I won't say that the real world is nothing but fun and smiles, but there's still so many beautiful places to see and people to form special, one of a kind bonds with.

Rutile and I held out our hands to Luca together, presenting her with the six pearls once again.

Rutile: Your very brave friends did their best to keep these precious memories safe. That's why we were able to gather them all together in one place. Say, Luca. Did you know? My dream is to create and publish my own picture books one day, too. I want to draw all of the Sage's wizards and create a wonderful, warm-hearted story. So, I'd like to be your friend. Because I'd like to protect your world…and you yourself, of course.

Akira: Me, too… I want to talk with you so much more, Miss Luca. There's so many things I want to ask you about. It won't be like what's in your world, but…how about we go looking for new sights and sounds and places that make your heart dance? Maybe it'll be the differences in how the sun sets every evening, or in a sky that has stars spilling out of it, or maybe a cheery, noisy breakfast time…

Murr: Hey, do you like stars? Let's go to the Observatory of the Unknown and you can use its telescope to look at all the stars you want! I'll introduce you to the love of my life, too. The sea of sparkling stars vanishes once the sun rises, but we'll be able to meet it again once the sun sinks past the horizon line. So we can stay there for as many days as you want!

Arthur: In Northern Country, the sight of the morning sun over a pristine silver field of snow is beautiful enough to take your breath away. And those breaths will turn white right in front of you. It never gets old to me, no matter how many times I see it happen. There are frozen lakes you can skate over the top of, or you could open a hole in the ice and try your hand at fishing. I'd love it if I could share how fun these things are with you.

Shino: There's nothing as pretty as the rays of sunlight you see deep in the forest. I'll take you to a good place and you can see 'em for yourself.

Rutile: Oh, I can take you to Tycho Lake! We can go shell hunting. The shells there, when you crush them and mix them up just right, they can turn into amazing paints.

Mithra: …Do I need to say something too? Well, dying is something you can do whenever. If you leave and decide you'd really rather not be out there, I can turn you to stone on the spot if you'd like. And if you decide you'd like to stay, then…perhaps you'd like to ferry some corpses across the lake with me?

Just then, the pearls in my hand began to glow. They floated into the air towards Luca, as if drawn to her, and once they'd all gathered above her chest they melted into a single, shining pearl. Beyond the dazzling light, I saw Luca's eyes quietly flutter open. Her pale, bloodless lips moved weakly.

Luca: …I…want to see… …The sweet, sparkly rain…again.

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[cassandrajoybellbittner]

Burn For Me - Chapter 8a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

"You are the most out of shape wolf, I've ever seen in my life," Tammy yelled up at me.

"Get up there."

"I can't," I cried, my arms felt like they were going to fall off, as I hung like twenty feet in the air.

'Why are we climbing stupid walls?'

"Get up there," Tamitha's voice held a certain dark edge, as she screamed at me.

"Or I'll come get you myself. Do you want that, maggot?"

"Nooo," I sassed, under my breath.

"Excuse me?"

'Oh Moon Goddess. How did she hear that?'

"No, ma'am," I said louder.

"That's what I thought. Now get a move on. You've got thirty more to go."

"What?" my voice cracked, with distress.

My fingers slipped, as I went to reach for a holding and I fell.

All I felt was cold air rushing against my back, before I landed hard in the snow, making a gigantic cloud of white, fly around me.

The land took the breath right out of me.

I saw Tamitha standing over me, shaking her head with her arms crossed.

"You are pathetic," she told me, before walking away.

"Make that forty, maggot," I heard her say, as the blood stopped rushing to my head.

A gust of air finally came filling my lungs a minute later, just as my body relaxed and I just laid there staring at a fifty foot wall.

'This was what hell must be like.'

I didn't want to do this right now, all I wanted was to be with Teagan.

I couldn't believe he told me his name last night.

Did that mean he was trusting me a little?

All I wanted to know was what happened to him.

The sky was turning a dark grey as I lay there, it would be raining soon from the somewhat clean wet scent, I was picking up.  

"That looked pretty nasty," Constance snickered behind me and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Shut up," I struggled to say, as I still tried to get my air back.

"Oh come on, Connor. Even a pup could do this course," she said looking at her nails smugly.

"Did it ever occur to you, that I'm not an Elder?" I huffed at her.

"I don't have special powers or super strength," I growled, as I rolled over on my hands and knees.

"No need to yell, geez," she muttered strutting away.

"Connor," I heard a deep voice call my name.

I glanced up to see Cyrus frowning at me as he peered through the door way.

"Come with me."

Groaning, I slowly go to my feet and trudged after him reluctantly.

Once in the house I saw him disappear in the sitting room.

I walked in the room only to find none other than Asher sitting on the couch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked in shock.

"Well ow. That hurts. I came all this way, to make sure you're safe. Out of the kindness of my heart and you are treating me like this?"

He put his hand over his heart, in a dramatic gesture.

Teagan Bateman

Empty, everything was so empty.   

I could feel nothing as I sat in my never ending darkness.

I wanted it to be over,

I wanted it finished already but life was a cruel mistress refusing to retract her claws and I was stuck in my head, the last place I wanted to be.

End it... End it... End it... I could no longer tell what month it was or year for that matter, let alone day or night.

It all seemed to jumble together in a great big ball of my tortured existence.

Someone please release me from this place... from this life.

The sounds of chains rattling echoed deeply in my ears, forever there as I shifted my body continuing to lay on my side, staring into dark nothingness.

"End it," I rasped with my raw unused vocal cords.

A growl deep in my subconscious answered with a sadistic toothy grin.

'Don't worry, we will. We'll end it all.'

My body relaxed with those comforting words.

'We will end it,' it said again.

********

The door from above opened with a heavy screech as the sounds of footsteps echoed down the stairs.

I kept my head down as the person got closer, my hair obstructed my vision till all I could see were boots.

"How are you feeling today?" a male voice said from above me.

"You know, your mate is really worried about you. He can't seem to focus on his training."

He knelt down in my view.

"It's very distracting to say the least. He's a stubborn one."

Glancing up, I glared into blue eyes.

When I made no move to answer him he sighed.

"I get that this is hard for you and I'm not going to try and understand what you've been through but I need you to cooperate with me. I just want to get to know you better is all, okay?" 

'You're a liar. Nothing but liars. They just want to use us,' the voice screamed.

I responded with a lift of my upper lip and let out a low growl at the man in a warning.   

I watched him lift his hands in a surrendering motion and got to his feet.

"Alright," his voice was gentle as he backed away a few spaces.

"I just need you to give me at least an inch here, so I can help you."

When he knew I wasn't going to participate in his conversation he turned and left.

Again I was left in shrouded darkness.

I barely acknowledged the stinging in my hands and ankles as I began to yank at my restraints.

The sound of metal rattling was all too familiar to me.

The sound echoed through the whole room as I tested the strength of the chains.

When the screech of a door was heard from above again I stopped and glanced up to see the same guy from before, the one I gave my name to... why did I do that in the first place?

I watched him get closer and sat crossed legged in the same spot as before.

"Hey, Teagan," his voice rang through my head and I felt the strangest vibrations coursing through my body. 

I suppressed a growl, why is it that whenever this one's around my body betrays me, along with the being inside.

It's like that time I first saw him and for some strange reason I had said 'Mine'.

He was dangerous, his voice, his smell, his face.

It was like he was made, just to make me hesitate.

I watched him closely and noticed a small bruise on his cheek, that was slowly fading.

'Mine,' again the voice in my head said and I fought back the feeling of snatching the boy to me.

Everything in me wanted to protect him with all I had.

"Go away," I rasped out of a sore throat.

I don't know what he was but these things he was bringing out in me, I didn't like them one bit.

He had to go.

I watch a look of hurt cross his face and I frowned.

"Alright," he whispered and made his way back up the stairs.

"And don't come back," I growled at him.

This made him pause, before leaving.

"Don't come back," I whisper at nothing and I slumped back against the wall and started tugging on my restraints, again.

"Don't come back."  

[libidomechanica]

An arm and a maidenhood, it means,

A sonnet sequence

               1

Who love, her soul to keep it, and prey. Visits here! Thou dost lord my head. His snorting food, the silly sheep. Every tress must brush on every one attends. An arm and a maidenhood, it means, a Season gay, like things; but first-fruits—they danc’d to be an hour or half’s delight we sought Sugar with though this world goes by and take my days alone presently unmew my soul; and strands with idle paines and sky. With whitening his strong in thy jocund youth: yea, every place to face, in plenteous showers, dew-drops, and iust excuse of life—intense—lost to mortal, starry Fays; to overwhelm surmise?

               2

Over the distance like a beam of thy hand the fuse inside my heedless footsteps; and we all go forward as if an openness oft that lightly dream, i’ll hide those feeder was smashed last night thy fair imperfection of it. Whether, the wrinkled head of sighs I consecrate toward it and her care. Make my vows, and for thy face: o, let it fly as unconfin’d restraint! Settled for less? Casting of thee to the trip and not say be sure my heedless footsteps stirr’d, and unfolded to pour myself dost pay. The silver’d o’er a shell is over-smooth,— and not so long blink is a scream&a yes.

               3

To toll me by thy love he should ever come back to thee my fancy. I cannot be undecided, about me where the loved of mortal too. What wasn’t fooled. Clasp thou him. Was never grownde did lave their steps lead into the traditional South. Hourly had he strive that thou in thy soul, as in a mossy skulls that she does penance now I could recall whatsoever Thou shall suffer with knout? If I be dear. Trees old and where I stood, if a hand, of foot, obliquely run; thy firmness makes me end where else shall: then my heart, for a frog. Her eyes, genders a novel sense, at which now behold! An ordinary walls, the youthful time, this is the widest alley they view things I have been half smiles, yet slays me with the breeze with thorns out-grown like spikes of silver lute, with an awed face, among the thin underground veins. Her verdurous glooms and bring again, without a Thorn, and presence!

               4

Of things have their voice was on his chosen bow: and, without pains to stake out the circles did roll through almond vales: who, sudden silent workings of the May of my tree that which who drank, he said: Brother, as just so. Went, spirit, not admit it has gotten to be an hour or half’s delight win oblivion, and stone to thee. Reaching late his friend, you need to fetch from others of amethyst,—would I flee from purblind was I to see again young Daphnis with sudden burst, upon her self-possesseth all its mystery. Even while admiring the wish’d, the trysted hour! And your heart.

               5

Nature’s crowning sun of spice. The effigies that deepen freshly into the How; Giving and dry down scatter’d world, and live now, the stems of plants. To summon all the highways slide out of my tree that burneth alway ye have stings of human neighbourhood envenom all. And the kingdom come back. Deaf that fish, that the panacea, Sir! I slid the aged priest full of dewy wine, above the mice huddle, as the Rosebud of itself embalming, sweet first your feet were starres, thy breast, from low-grown branches, and often too a little, lisping laughter of the mazy world of silvery setting; we may compare may think thereon, my spirit’s. And sink thus low! Ah, Chloris mair than ever to other given: I hold his looks translate! Has got to him. Then I knew what sedged brows bushes and rose-trees wet with glad exclaim, because their myriad voices which state recouers.

               6

From such high state the sun’s golden honeycombs; our village street its five knuckles and lilies of the toucht with thou mayst have profanation of Apollo’s foot; bronze clarions awake, and to us so fast thou wander’d—all they first release. And relax Pluto’s brow, I see descried high tower’d thee! We are they pelt each moments, opening cloys and the hills at eventide through which we should teach or bribe me to death: but ’twas love; what can give pleasant sun is getting of such fire that pushes us off from the whole world’s release. Foot the jewelled mine could figures wild of o’er-hanging.

               7

Us fancy, till at last, by hap, through all that in thy voyce the angels shining; for there, my darling, th’ East, to wanton Nimph for him; to a boon southern country tone; lost it too. To glances let me give my grief at parting cry, from innocent bird before the midnight watch and dote upon deceased I than niggard truth of such day as after him fair with his flute his flown! Far dearer to make mad the rocks that broodest o’er the city’s din; now while in half smiles, yet still either may create the crossbeam of the world at last into a shady, fresh, and round save what thy will.

               8

Yes, thou ask proof? Tongue, and smoother red nor sweet sister: of all the unpermitted ferry’s flow, and healthier brain, he said no thoughts, in blind amaze tossing breath’d a sister: of all things which who dream’d of idleness in groves Elysian: but the struggles to devise, among his broad should our younglings: next, like a calendar in one as welcome as a friendship, and thy fingers. And oh, her dream. Close by, began the ice chest tiptoe to reaching that place that flowers are rebuilt. Thy pity may deserves they fled? Will open it: there’s a way found, and shar’d the traditional South.

               9

Low voic’d: Ah whither he heed it overteem with ministrant of unfamiliar men to-night deep feeling so proud; your faith dost most heavenly powers do stur; in the starry Fays; the shatter’d infant buds,-— that the finger’s taperness, and cut a smoothest echoes that down their noses through the airy stress of flowery perching; frown a lion ramps at the fog. Come with a hill-flowers are rebuilt. It’s a kind of marriage ring or a little kissable mouth with the same, and both that my life decay, lest the middle of February and as real as a cast-iron pot.

               10

Here is not think the Rahvs in the long-neck’d geese of this enough your scissors and wondered greatly, knowing how far to Shah and Subject bounded on sinful loving: o, but where is how I control my head. And foreign Lands reckon, where there! That done, yet do more to shake ambition is the ceiling. Too quick to spring of the flowery pride flash’d over you made. Find it merit lived in mine, the sum of your invective scorched the trembling waves and towers of the world, and sweet among and earnestly, through the ball. I dreamed of war where thy lying. That which I sigh’d that I am duped.

               11

Of winter’s drifting snows, and with their stalks, I’ll say, I wish theeues do roses; and the aged priest eyed them from pain. For all her store, harsh featureless belling to rehearse each one another way, and meet some one else shallop, floating themselves to strew daisies, vermeil rimm’d and the Neptune’s restless lie frae e’en to mortals he is fam’d to be mery with full happiness … and oh, her like dying fish; the vermeil rimm’d and shy and poker-faced the kitchen, unload my bundles, make in draught in a new delight was pleasant sun is gone, he wends unfollow’d, he must ever suffer paine.

               12

Who knows to kiss the result will not care; for, I protesting, person to chickadees and sits high upon their gay, sunny meadows, that sleep I dreamt of loyal in hot bloody trial,—alas! Beneath the blooms: and suit thy pipe is lost, unheard, and dies; his name is Jupiter, my Lord, by Fate, and the whispering round a temples bind; and, ever and steale but goods which we should tire of hell it was grassy and wanted wear; though ne’er declare—i’ll say ’tis no prize, that spicy nest. Pride like delicate change; and sunny meadows runnels, runnels pebbles, stuck in the dangerous sky.

               13

Of heaven is with green and passionless peace, misery’s increas’d the silly she was springs to yellow girted bees their murderous and hillock turf, and chuckling linnet, aft wander’d, by divine converse, into Elysium; vieing to espy some folk of holiday! The music and in Julia’s cheek against mind. But like ye, there content; what not one fleecy lamb which is worse, makes no show to move, but when I am to when upon the swamp for a day, when the old men in the mice huddle, as the bier, white hawthorn, and thy breast, and all this because it was heard So she was kind only because I laugh’d and shoutèd and smil’d, chatted with us, or we die. Like gold forest brake, rich wit so poor as mine, no shape so true, no thoughts hath not marvel at either Hand—not by common look’d up: a conflicting of the million of little cup will put choice of directed.

               14

The whole solemn night, and wonder, fair sisters blame my origin with uplift hands mumble delicate balloons resting down thy nature says: My child, with night, but being mine, mine important person, her face doth stand, hammer in full-throated ease. Promise made a vocation of our poor Thames shore? Instinct with the beauteous head of Proserpine, among the way appeare: what sweet, O Love, whene’er you can using it rest as the girl, who is cald, the world. Ah, it is esteem’d, so are thine. Buds lavish gold; or ye, whose heart, for thy fair in my heart in mountains, save Love’s grave; here will attends.

               15

With whitening long to Heaven, that golden sea, whose heart doth sing; sings his Sicilian shepherd-pipes we first? My ioyes from a stag. How carefully I score: he seeks, shy to illumine; and how he used to sing. So smooth win grace with the brave Caledonia’s blast on the even doth her dream. And looked brow; the whisper, and poor; the proud palaces and lives? Since she does depart; but sorrow to hang on your worth, th’inheritrix of fame, to one, who would slip through the Country he is death. Was drinking throng. It was braw, when I have heard. A-list’ning themselves looking with tall grass a not too base?

               16

Dove. I would thus weigh down their pride like delicate balloons resting beneath his head. And with content to melting melodious plot and we will be, yet, Thyrsis, still then not a soul would take my horn parley from this sin there lay a boar-spear keen. There by so remote a Fountain that, at lengthening winds, above thee the nail in it. Her ebon urn, young company looks upon Maud’s own garden-trees, where falling string each time for the track by Child, gaue her Ambrosian pap, and the way, young cheek; he cannot miss, there breathe away on a flood, the one long as you are now exanimate.

               17

Caught thee with Azra to their summers’ pride, and lady vntrue, you and I, is the fainting of the space of a swallow’s nest-door, could be better than night-swollen mushrooms? But at this passing heaved thee how my wits to raise her? Your words, my friendship, and sad, alas! Moment more, our feet—too boiled and wave of men contention-tost, of men who groan, which by and by that takes to-night! For all I have much time for me, I am aliue and heart of thy soul abroad the mere content to lick a human serpentry, have been standing under the new-mown hay, till it begins to progress silver hooks.

               18

Where breathe but o’er the heaven rending, and with blushing, waning, willing leaves, of owlets cry, of logs piled solemn night, eight at a time, socked it up. Her violets, and all this was fair, ever in London, you want to call think its Fountains; and thou sinn’d in angels would often come home, my course but still he grew so tender hand, as if you would they seem when the vault so let our love a little shall heed—for the autumn pond which made him from Fingers later, you turn back to me. Night arise; come, come, there in sagging my spirit in a showers, the Vale, they are two; thy soul the phantom wooed.

               19

As virtuous soule, sure heire of hell it was but a step to be at one with thee well. Had eyes doth make his delight—the heath and fear: love all over April’s tender grace. Why did I kiss the workings of the spoyle is euill, far worse of conuersation sweet peas, I must go, endures but a man could not leaves Astrea’s clime, half-lost in them. He danced along, bearing of their ripen’d fruitage; yellow autumn pond which methinks my luve o’ my beauty’s summer gleams and wonders puls’d tenfold, to feel thou after sunset, which her stop nor start to him, a blue hare-bells, or are moved by a Fool?

               20

The shepherds, ’twas even as the milk tip. Hee, in wanting bee, reaching base, no merely feel this is the world, and permit a place but this, for Tyrans make folke bow: of foes the far-off sail is blown it must not gainsay love, aside to hate or else that creeps from the found, if this great light noise of thy happy change. Not love through some ancient bugaboo followed, and spite; and white, of mingle with as sunburnt looks translated and whispered lowly, how dark tree tops? How many years and oarlocks for the flowers then gathered, smell the sun. Or turn And took an airy range, and blue again.

               21

Open further wish’d, mid that is false, thoughts and eyes, they all are gone to Wámik—Oh Thou victim of the Phrygian king, for speaking ears, angels shining has shown the dull twanging your hollow, from the morningless and twigs, might be my leading, by degree that fish would race with quiver; so plainly tell, which gaining me, doth love himself into a Greek’s ear, speaking safety in the life from a look on the hill, my heart; I said thou wert most subtle soul is sense— cannot go to sleep; to give disquiet, turtles passion of a dream? Most worthy prove; unless it did, and me in the bay!

               22

She loved the Partridge—or fell asleep, yet I shudder’d and show it so, and with the skies. Nor cloud and blond meadows, the heaven, with darkness, guess each sweets, enkindling sad sickens our forehead; the rising sun. Strange minstrel memories of thee the Lily and clown: perhaps the broken. Love all in all;—no more. Gold cup, a rose, fain to state the struggles to blend with this, I though its little beam reflects upon thy charge nibble their womanhood, it means, a Season gone. The name I used to slander and wither dream. I saw him not for love even with so subtle soul to see us pass?

               23

Do the fruit of the dim echoes of old! Nor Usury wrung from a stag. So she was kind only because it might watch our heart, for the world aside, has grown yew tree, are diuels in truth, with sounds forlorn. But you are cool, like the gnawing sloth on the highways slide out of my story. Who may with feather and nerve: you were white neck, and crystal heaven, then kisses and glad, or how can I gang brisk and breathing my spirits, and an alas! I saw him not for that light thy faire appears, which had a juice in it, hoping the trembling mazes that grow the Fyfield tree, why do ye fall in rest.

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[riseofnightwing]

Under Gotham’s Sky - Dick Grayson Imagine || Part 5

Part 4 Part 6

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Notes: Hey! Part 5 just arrived! What are you guys thinking about Under Gotham’s Sky so far? Thank you for getting along 💕

Warning: Spoilers for season 03

Your captain, Violet, you and a bunch of cops waited for answers coming from the ones on the helicopter.

“Captain, unfortunately Red Hood ran, the shot hit Nightwing and-“

Everyone listened to it carefully and in silence until the call declined and you stopped seeing the woods on the TV.

Your chest felt heavy. As if someone had dropped a ton of bricks on top of you, cutting the air from reaching your lungs.

“And what?! Violet try to reestablish communication!”

You said, desperately, with your hands on the desk. How could you take this professionally? Dick just got shot in the woods.

Violet looked at you static

"NOW!"

You screamed. You had no time to be diplomatic now.

“Got no success, Detective.”

Violet said reluctanctely, knowing you too well to know it would break you down and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and supporting your body with your hands on the desk.

You needed to think straight in this moment, you were the only one who could do something to help him now.

“Damn!” You cursed “I want all of the units on 68 meters at north right now. Red Hood and Jonathan Crane are out there, I want them both in jail. Go!”

You ruled and all of your cops left in their units.

“Detective. As soon as Nightwing appears, he must be interrogated. After all, he kidnapped Jonathan Crane and he must be arrested, I mean.. if he’s still alive at all”

You listened to your captain coming closer for you from behind as she spoke If he’s still alive? How could she consider his death an option?

“Nightwing must be alive.”

You answered her harshly turning to face her. You couldn’t say you were having your best self-control right now.

“Excuse me?! Detective Y/n, are you taking this personally?”

She faced you and you massaged your temper, closing your eyes and trying to reestablish yourself.

“I’m sorry, captain. What I mean is, if we arrest Nightwing, we lose their help, we also lose our track on Redhood. You arrest him and GCPD will be lonely again.”

You tried to make things make sense so she would give up on the idea of arresting him.

“Humpf. Let’s see” she answered, still mad at you and leaving your side.

Dick didn’t deserve to be defended in this moment, if you were alone with him you’d be giving him a monologue about how stupid he was.

Thinking about this, your heart ached. What if he wasn’t alive like she said?

You felt like you could cry at any moment.

There were only one way to know if Dick arrived on the Manor without warning the Police.

The titans. Especifically one Titan.

And you knew you should call him, so you dialed the number.

“Hey, Gar Logan on the Line! Who’s speaking?”

A cheering voice spoke through the phone after two calls.

“Gar, it’s Detective Y/L/N”

You answered, not so cheearing as he was.

“Oh. Hey, detective. Did something happen?”

His tone turned serious when he noticed and in some minutes, you explained him everything. Since when you found out who Red Hood was to Dick getting shot by accident.

“How could Dick get himself into this..”

He said

“That's the Dick Grayson kind of thing, Gar. But listen carefully, I need you call me at any sight of him. You hear me? I will wait for your call, if it’s morning and he doesn’t show up, I’ll start the searches myself.”

“Right, detective.”

————

“You sure you don’t wanna eat anything?”

Violet appeared on your desk.

“No, Vi. Thank you”

You answered, almost automatically, looking at your phone's screen and waiting for news.

“You sure? All you had during all the day was a coffee.”

“Yep. Totally sure”

You gave her a little smile. She was definitely worried about seeing you like this.

“Hey, he’s alive. He’ll show up soon”

She whispered so only you could hear. Violet knew Nightwing’s identity. Only both of you on GCPD knew.

“He has to.”

You spoke and your voice was choked. The affliction of not knowing if Dick would come back was killing you inside little by little.

————

More than 6 hours and nothing. Almost everyone on the police department had already left and you stood there, waiting for Gar’s call and ready to act if some bad new came.

Please, Dick, find your way back home.

5:50a.m

It was morning already. Your eyes started closing unconsciously, when you were about to fall asleep, your phone rang and you immediately, like a flash, answered the call.

“Detective Y/L/N. He’s here.”

It was Gar. You closed your eyes thanking god for this. Dick was home.

“I’m on my way, gar.”

You left GCPD driving your black car and you could swear you had never drove so fast like you were doing right now.

The Manor seemed as far as It has never been, but in some minutes, you got there. Stopping by the front door as you left the car almost running.

You got into the Manor and followed to the Cave, where you knew they’d be. You couldn’t contain how desperate you were to see how Dick were.

When you got in the door of the cave in a awkwardly and desperately way, you could see him and the titans rounding him, just as they noticed your presence and turned to see you.

Dick’s eyes landed on you as yours were already on him, as you stood there without moving, static.

He was alive, although by just a little, he might not be.

He had a gunshot some centimeters by the side of his heart. Dried blood painted the area, he looked a mess.

You took in a shaky breath, swallowing down the sadness but the tears were already on your eyes.

Dick faced you, in silence, you didn’t look so good this time, as if you hadn’t sleep all the night and your eyes shined because of the tears.

The titans observed the tension within you both and Dove spoke.

“Guys, shall we let them alone?”

She gently led them all out of the cave but your eyes stood locked into each other.

You walked until him to make sure he was there, you need to be sure he wasn’t a fantasy, that he was alive and it was real.

When you got closer to him, you stopped, observing every detail and bruise he had, but god knows how happy you were for him being alive.

“You’re looking terrible”

A single eye ran through your cheek as you spoke and Dick managed to give you a little, shy smile.

“You don’t look so bad yourself”

“I..” you started to speak “I should probably clean this and give some stitches.”

You looked for a needle and gauze. Took off your overcoat, put your hair in a ponytail and put on some gloves, starting to clean his wound.

While you both were on silence, Dick’s eye wandered by you, observing every detail that he missed now that you were close.

Not in the way he wanted, but still close. Watching you, so painfully, made him know how much he would do anything in the world so he could touch you again.

“It’s bad, Dick..more 10 centimeters and you wouldn’t be here”

You finished the suture.

“I almost got him”

He said and you couldn’t believe he was being serious.

“You’re not listening, Richard! You scared me! You got out on your own and got shot, this is not okay!”

You lost your control, raising your voice. How couldn’t he understand how dangerous it was?

“You have an obsession by self-destruction and it’s certainly NOT okay!”

“I didn’t want to put you in danger”

He said, quietly, looking at you and thinking how to make you calm down. You looked like in the first night that he appeared on the Manor with his Robin suit wrecked and full of bruises.

“Bullshit, Grayson! Do not act alone, those were the orders! I can’t stand like this seeing you seek death like this!”

You spoke with so much anger that you didn’t register the globs of tears blurring your vision. Your eye flitted to the ceiling to keep the tears from coming, but it helped nothing, tears were already coming down like a waterfall.

“Hey, Y/n, I’m here now”

“You’re a selfish idiot, because you were there again trying to die alone when I was doing everything I could to bring you back!”

You sobbed. Shooking your head confused and mad.

“God, I’m so mad at you know, Dick, because..” you breath “Because I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

Tears blurred his vision, he knew you were there taking care of him even thought you felt like kill him for what he did right now.

So without saying a word, Dick pulled you to his arms and you cried like a kid, he held your face between his hands and kissed your cheek, where the tears were falling.

“I hate you”

You said looking into his eyes and he knew it was nothing but a lie. A bad one. So he just smiled.

“No, you don’t”

You couldn’t describe what was happening, but at some point, you started to lose the strength on your legs, your head felt confused and so did your senses.

Your vision was starting to blur

“Dick, I’m not feeling okay.”

You spoke very weakly and in the next minute you were falling on his arms unconscious.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

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[itsthewritergal]

I need to know you’re safe - D.M x Weasley!Reader (Odd One Out)

PART   1    2    3    4    5    6    7 

I can’t believe we’re so far in already!! I hope everyone enjoys this part :) Let me know xx 

The Quidditch world cup was a spectacle to say the least. Y/N was secretly pleased that Harry, Hermione and Cedric would be joining them. She knew that Draco would be there, but it comforted her to know that she wouldn’t be alone in facing him. Draco had written Y/N letters over the summer, apologising for his behaviour, he had even sent one to Hagrid apologising; which resulted in Y/N getting a stream of letters from Hagrid stating how sorry Draco was. Y/N knew that Draco felt bad but it didn’t excuse his behaviour, especially with something he knew Y/N was so upset about.

“Whatcha thinking bout?” Cedric asked,

“nothing important” Y/N replied as they walked past the rows of tents,

“So definitely not about that Slytherin Boyfriend of yours?” Cedric teased

“He’s not my boyfriend” She said

“But you are thinking about him?” He smirked, Y/N rolled her eyes. Wishing that she wasn’t so easy to be read by Cedric.

“He’s been writing to me all summer” Y/N explained

“Saying what?” Cedric asked her gently.

“He said he was sorry” She said “Quite a few times actually” Y/N chuckled slightly, Draco was never known for apologising

“Well I didn’t expect that” Cedric said, he slung his arm over her shoulders “You know what I think?” He started “I know you’re about to tell me” Y/n mused

“I think he likes you, but he’s been so used to putting on this mean slytherin facade that the moment you showed up, you scared him”

“I scared him?” Y/N repeated with a laugh. The thought itself was ridiculous to her, Draco would never be scared of her.

“In a good way, like in a I’m so in love she can break my heart way”

“You really think that?” she said, there was a small part of her which wished that it were true, but that had been buried deep down under the voice that told her she was being ridiculous to think he could fall in love with her

“I know he’s in love with you. All you have to do is look at him when you walk in a room” Cedric said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But Y/N couldn’t see it, thinking back to all the times she had spent with Draco he just acted as though they were friends; just how he acted with Blaise and Pansy. Except he was a little more protective of Y/N and he always had to have his arm around her but that was just because they were friends. Shaking her head and letting out a laugh to mask her confusion

“You’re wrong Cedric. We’re just friends” She said

“Right, and I’m dumbledore” He mused, “You’ll see” He said

— — — — — — —

“Weasley” Lucius Malfoy’s voice cut through the stands,

“Malfoy” Arthur said plastering a fake smile across his face “How are you?” “We’re doing well aren’t we Draco?” Lucius said lifting his cane and tapping Draco on the stomach, he winced a little, Y/N caught the way his hand lingered over his middle as if he was already hurt

“Yes we are doing well” Draco nodded, his eyes never once leaving Y/N’s

“Well I hope you enjoy the match” Arthur said

“Oh we will,” Lucius smirked “We’re sitting in the ministers box you know! Invitation of Fudge himself” He added

“Lucius, no need to boast” Narcissa cut him off

“We should go” Y/N said to her father, hoping to cut the hostile conversation  short

“Yes you wouldn’t want to miss the match, although from where you are sitting I doubt you’ll be able to see a thing” Lucius said with a laugh, Draco barely cracked a smile

“Y/N” He said “I’ll see you on the train Draco” Y/N replied, a ghost of a smile crossing over her face “Bloody morons” Ron muttered as they began climbing yet another metal staircase

“He’s a git” Fred chimed in

“The whole family are gits” George added

“Draco didn’t seem too bad today” Ginny said, “Perhaps he’s changing” She said hopefully

“Draco’s never been like his family. You all just don’t want to see it” Y/N snapped,

“That’s rich coming from the girl who won’t answer his letters” Fred said with a laugh

“Shove off” Y/N fired back

— — — — — —

“Draco? What are you doing here?” Arthur asked, ushering Draco into their tent

“I should have said something before” He said quickly

“Before what?” Amos questioned, drawing the attention of the rest of the Weasleys, Cedric, Harry and Hermione

“There’s something happening tonight. Something about You Know Who, you didn’t hear this from me. I could get killed if anyone finds out I told you” He said hurriedly, his eyes locked on Y/N “I need to know you’re safe. I need to know you’re all safe” He said

“I don’t understand” Arthur said “How do you know all this?”

“I heard my father, please we don’t have time for questions. You need to get out of here” He said,

“He’s right” Fred said pocking his head out the tent, “There’s tents being lit on fire over there” He said hurriedly

“Right” Amos said with a nod

“Harry, Hermione, Ron stay together” Arthur instructed “Cedric, Fred George you must look after Y/N and Ginny. Draco stay with them too, you can come back to ours. I’ll tell your parents we found you on your own when we were getting to the portkey” Draco nodded gratefully.

Fred grasped Ginny’s hand and George grabbed Y/N’s.

“Thanks” George said quietly before they left the tent.

Y/N was dragged out of the tent sandwiched between George and Draco. Smoke billowed up into the sky, flames licked around the tents hungrily. Y/N tripped on a tent pole, Fred, George, Ginny, Draco were swept away with the rest of the crowd. Y/N shouted for Draco but there was no reply. Her ankle was burning in pain, nevertheless she picked herself and began to run towards where she thought the portkey was. Cursing herself for not paying more attention to her surroundings.

“Y/N!” Draco’s voice cut through the crowd

“Draco?” She called, her eyes scanning the crowd hoping that she’d catch sight of Draco somewhere but she had no kind of luck.

“Y/N” The voice called again,

Y/N continued running. Her ankle threatening to give out with every step, she knew she had to keep running. Slowing down for a split second Y/N tensed as a hand wrapped around her wrist. She screamed an attempted to throw off her attacker

“It’s me darling, it’s only me” Draco said gently engulfing her in a hug. Y/N calmed down instantly as the smell of his cologne filled her head. “We need to get to the portkey” he said, she nodded and began hobbling after him, Draco slowed for a moment once he realised how badly Y/N was running “You’re hurt?” He asked

“It’s fine, we need to keep going” She said

“You sure?” He asked, she nodded. Fearful that if she responded with words then she might start crying. Draco gave her a wary look before taking her hand and running again with her.

— — — — —

“Y/N!” Cedric beamed once her and Draco appeared on the other side of the portkey

“What happened?” Ginny asked running up to her

“I tripped, hurt my ankle then got lost. Draco helped me” She said

“Come on, let me have a look at your ankle” Draco said gently, scooping Y/N up so that she didn’t have to walk towards the Burrow. Y/N started to protest for Draco not letting her walk but he shushed her quickly.

“Y/N? What happened?” Molly asked

“She tripped over, I think she may have hurt her ankle, Could I sit her on the sofa?” Draco said.

“Of course” Molly said,

Y/N sat where Draco placed her, he held her ankle in his hand. It was bruising swiftly, the once clear skin was now mottled with purple patches.

“It looks like it’s broken to me” Draco said

“You aren’t a healer” Molly said in a tone much harsher than both Draco and Y/N were expecting

“I know I’m not, but I’m a quidditch player and I know what broken bones look like” Draco said

“Thank you for your help but I think we’ve got this” Arthur said

“You better be getting home then” Molly added

“You’re right, I’ve overstayed my welcome” Draco said with a curt nod to Molly, “I’ll see you soon” he said to Y/N gently,

“You are always welcome here” Arthur said “Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Draco paused but after seeing Molly’s scowling face “I better get home” “Would you like me to come and explain things to your father?” Arthur asked “Better if I do it myself. You know what he can get like”

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[iguana-eyanna]

What Was Left Behind Pt. 11

Summary: After the events of the Sokovia Accords, Steve is now a fugitive to the U.S. government and has left you in the worst way possible. What happens when fate reunites the two again when you are most vulnerable?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x pregnant reader

Warning: hospitalization, problems within the pregnancy, Tony fighting Steve, mentions of possible character death

Sam and Steve were already heading to your house until they received Nat’s frantic call about you. Steve was driving the truck and never had this man break so many traffic laws (and crushed the steering wheel like the Hulk) in his life.

Once they got to the base, Steve didn’t even park as he just jumped out of the car to head to you. At the medbay, Steve saw Dr. Choi coming out of a closed curtain room.

“What happened?” he said worryingly. The doctor lowered her head down to find the right words. “I found out that the blood transfusion made her condition worse. The baby absorbed all of your enhanced DNA, making them grow at an immense rate. She needs to deliver soon.” she said.

Steve’s head was spinning, trying to wrap this information. “I don’t understand, I thought it was making her better. Won’t the baby be premature?” Choi’s face saddens as she has more bad news.

“The baby is practically full term, almost as if the fetus is overdue. Her body can’t sustain such strain. She must have been going through this pain for a while now. I suggest an all-natural birth as performing a c-section is too risky. We don’t know if either of them will survive such stress.”

Nat comes out of your room, looking at a very pale Steve “Hey big guy, let’s sit down… ey?” he nods his head as he slowly takes a seat while Nat wrapped up the conversation with Dr. Choi till she left for the nearest lab. Nat takes the seat next to Steve, unsure what to say.

“She was fine this morning. Why wouldn't she tell me something was wrong?" Steve questions, trying to grasp what's happening. Nat purses her lips, placing her hand on his shoulder for support. "Because she didn't want to lose you." she says in a faint tone.

Steve shoots his direction to her. "What do you mean?" he asks, flabbergasted. Nat looks down, trying to choose her next words carefully.

"Steve, she knew from the start that this pregnancy was going to be the death of her. She left the only life she's known to escape threats for your baby. Not only that, but she had to do it ALONE. Now that she's with you, she didn't want to throw away the limited time you guys had. I know y/n, she probably wanted to spend her last memories with the ones she cherished instead of wasting away on a hospital bed."

Steve stays silent, suffering inside with tears drenching his face. He faces in your direction, probably thinking you are scared for your life. Steve turns to nat as she nods her head for him to visit you, standing up and wiping his tears away to go to you.

You were in bad condition. It was as if all the color from your skin had drained away. The only color that appeared was the purple bruises that were forming at your exposed belly that was wrapped in belts to monitor the baby's heartbeat.

"Please don't look at me like that." you whispered as you struggled to get up from your lying position, trying to grab a thicker blanket to cover your shivering figure.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked as he grabbed the blanket and tucked you gently. “Believe me, I suffered worst.” you said as you straightened up a bit, rubbing your very big belly. He showed a face of guilt, but you just clutched his hand softly as he slowly sat at the edge of the left side of the bed.

He held your left hand, gliding his finger on your wedding ring. "Remember when I proposed to you?" he asks lightly. You begin to chuckle as you stare into his blue eyes.

"How could I forget? You were so nervous that we arrived late to the reservation. You were so persistent that we walked the block to a nearby diner and it started raining. I could tell you were visibly upset but I said 'the worst moments happen before the great ones.' Just like that, you knelt on one knee."

He smiles down in his lap, remembering his past frustration that melted away because of your reassuring words. "and I said that 'because of you, you changed everything in my life into something greater. I knew that the second I met you, I couldn't go a day without your smile or your laugh.' Then I took out the ring that I designed after your mother's locket."

You cup your hands around his face. "And it was the most beautiful ring." You both stay in your positions, enjoying the quiet that surrounds you.

"I need to ask you something..." you began as your eyes stung with tears. "If things go south, I need you to promise me that you do whatever it takes to save the baby. Alright?" you sniffed.

It was a hard pill to swallow as you two knew that you were probably not going to make it. But if one of you were to say it out loud, both your worlds would crumble.

He kisses your lips with such affirmation. “How can I say no to my best doll?” he huffed out, trying so hard not to cry again as he forced a small smile.

Your eyes start to flutter, causing Steve to help you in a comfortable position to sleep. He fixes your hair out of your face, then kneels down to kiss your temple. "I love you," he mutters softly before leaving the room.

Steve sees Sam and Nat in the waiting area, waiting for news on your well-being. "She's sleeping right now. Call me when she wakes up." Steve said sternly, walking like a man on a mission.

"Where are you going?" Nat screamed after Steve. He turns around briefly, looking straight at her in the eye.

"Like you said, y/n wants to be surrounded with the ones she cherishes. I'm going to uphold that wish."

Sam chases after Steve who is heading to a small aircraft. “Look man, I know what you’re going to do. I think you’re doing a noble thing but it’s a suicide mission. You don’t even know what’s going to happen to you.” Sam says as Steve turns on the monitor, hearing the engines roar.

“I have to die trying. If y/n doesn’t get this closure, she never will. I need to do this alone, but if I don’t make it… promise you’ll give her the necklace.” Steve says, holding out his hand to Sam. His friend’s face turns serious as he shakes the captain’s hand. “You do that yourself, Cap. You’re going back to your family in one piece.” Steve nods his head, prepping for the flight that can lead him to possible death.

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“Boss, there’s an unknown aircraft that is heading this way.” FRIDAY alerted Tony as he was finishing dinner with Pepper. Tony gets up in cue as he presses a small button on his chest that surrounds his body with his armor. “Go and wait in the room. I’ll figure out what’s going on. I’ll have FRIDAY have you listen to what’s going to happen” Tony said in alert.

Pepper kissed him briefly and ran her way up the stairs. Stark flies out on the terrace and heads to the small aircraft. “Hey there, I don’t know if you noticed but you’re kinda trespassing on my property. I need to ask you to fly along wherever you came from before I call the local authorities and you know the drill.”

He backs up a bit as the aircraft slowly turns around to open the back ramp, revealing the last person he wants to see. “Tony… hear me out before you-” the man is cut off as Tony blasts him near his right shoulder, grazing into a wound. He falls back by the sudden impact, trying to tend the injury with pressure

Tony’s face is revealed to talk to his old friend. “You have ten seconds to explain what you’re doing here before I blast you in the sky.” Tony demanded as he raised his hand that was lighting up with energy. “It’s y/n!” Steve screamed out. Tony lowers his hand.

Tony’s face softens just from hearing your “Wha-what happened to her? Is she alright?” Steve slowly gets up, grunting lightly from his arm. “The doctor’s think she’s dying, Tony. They said she won’t be able to survive the birth. The only person she wants to have her dying moments in that delivery room is you.”

Tony is speechless, he suddenly looks back to see Pepper staring at them from the terrace. He could visibly see her crying and mouthing out “Go to her.” Without warning, Tony goes into the aircraft, now standing next to Steve as the door closed.

Steve is about to say something before getting interrupted by a phone call. Steve excuses himself to answer it. “Hey, I’m on my way. Tell -” his voice drowns out as he hears screaming on the phone. Steve tries to reply but the end goes silent.

“Steve, what’s going on?” Tony asks in a concerned tone. Steve turns to Tony as his face turned ghostly white.

“That was Natasha… y/n is going into labor.”

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[thefanficmonster]

Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie. 

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him.  I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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[bloodycassian]

Rhys x reader - reader is a winter court runaway who the bat boys find almost freezing to death. longer! - I'm also interested in writing for the crescent city universe if that's something you guys would like. absolutely no Ruhn x Bryce though. It made me uncomfy reading it!! what did yall think about the weird (IMO) tension between Ruhn and Bryce?

Cold seeping into your bones, the dark figures looming above didnt comfort you into the sweet embrace of sleep that you wanted. Sleep or otherwise would be welcome at this point. You could no longer feel your body, besides the painful shuddering your core would occasionally give.  "No-" You heard a deep voice snarl. Then there was ripping, and rustling among the dead leaves on the ground. The sickly sweet smell of their decay made you grimace further.  "We have no time Rhys. We need to go now." A gravelly voice said calmly.  "I cant-" There was gasping and suddenly you were being lifted, warmth caressing under your knees and around your back. You sighed into the relief the welcome heat brought.  Rhysand's legs quivered as he watched his brother pick you up. His eyes brimmed with shock and tears. His mate. How could the cauldron be so brutal? To make a Winter Court noble his mate. To make such a politically powerful family's heiress his. His partner. His everything. A threat to Kallis' throne was his person. His tether that now speared him to the spot Cassian held him in. His heart yearned, wide and open and firey with rage. He had no doubt Kallis himself had a part in this. Azriel's shadows were warm against your skin.It contradicted every rumor you'd ever heard about the spymaster killing in a cold beautiful way. Your lips chattered as you tried to form words. "Who-" You attempted, but were shushed by the male carrying you.  The last thing you remembered before passing out was the bite of wind and a sound of branches breaking under someone's heavy footfall.  + Rhysand wallowed. He didnt care if he looked like a simpering love sick teenager.. But his brothers were concerned. He hadn't eaten or seen you since he had felt that bond snap into place. His chest constricted at the very thought of you. He flew, in the dead of night. Once he had made sure you were alive and stable he just left, flying and flying without a purpose or a place in mind. He didnt doubt that Azriel knew about it.  The one time he landed, on a high peak overlooking the cool city of Winter Court...he did not get up again. He let the cold winds beat him, until he could no longer feel his toes, his feet. He sat until the overcast skies began darkening. Contemplating if he could kill Kallis himself or wait for you to decide what to do with him. His teeth yearned to tear out his throat himself.  Kallis was the only foreseeable reason Rhys could think of that would have explained why his mate had almost died at the hands of this merciless barren land. There was no way the noble family had just let you run off and... Rhysand shuddered - the thought of the family even being alive hitting home. Azriel hadn't found anything but a bloody trail that night.  His heart raced. A sudden feeling of anxiety loomed over him. He shot into the sky as fast as his stiff body and cold wings let him. Your hand was still wrapped in bandages, and you were sure your hair was a mess as the two wraiths doted on you. They had said nothing, even when you had pleaded with them. They had merely stopped and gotten the healer. She was insisting on using her magic on your neck and head when darkness shaded the room, and there were hurried footsteps up the stairs. The healer shook her head and opened the door, where night and shadows itself stood, staring at you with wide violet eyes filled with stars. Your heart hummed in your chest, and your head spun at his beauty. You knew him without ever meeting him, like a switch you were suddenly - secure. More at home than you'd ever felt in your cold homeland. The breath was stolen from you. His lips parted and he stepped into the room, "May I stay?" He asked, voice raw and charming.  The healer scoffed, returning to your side, placing her hands on your blanketed legs. You nodded at him. "Only if you tell me what is going on." he nodded back, glancing suspiciously towards the healer. "Where is Madja? I sent for her yesterday." He seemed irritated, his jaw clenching. "Madja is still working on your brother after what you did to him." She said in a clipped tone. Rhys' face went a shade red at that. Regret bloomed in his stomach. He sighed, sitting on the floor at the end of the bed burying his head in his hands, exhausted. Your head spun. "There are no stories of you having a brother." You said. His figure moved with a slight chuckle. "Brother in a metaphorical sense. Though they may as well be." He let out a long breath, unhiding his face and pulling a hand through his hair.  "He tried getting me to see reason while I was being...well.. unreasonable."  There was a small tug on your chest towards him, as if he was calling you to be on the floor with him. You wanted to. You wanted to tell him that you wanted to join him too. But you were bound to the bed by exhaustion and the bandages covering you. The healer placed her hand on your knee, a coolness thrumming down your leg into your foot. She tisked in disapproval. "Now you being unreasonable has this one refusing to let me heal her head. Do something about this your highness, I dont believe theres anything wrong but we must be abso-" Rhysand cut her off by holding a single finger up.  She scoffed and left the room, closing the door a bit too hard for normal. You smiled slightly at that, glad to be rid of a healer even for a few minutes.  He blew out a  long breath, avoiding eye contact with you. "What do you remember?" He asked you, eyebrows knitting together. He stared at his feet, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle.  You knew what he meant. You cringed away from the few memories. "It was cold.." You started, shying away from the tingling in your foot at the memory. "Why wont you let the healer try to help?" He asked, not judgemental but more curious than anything. He got up with a tired grunt, and pulled a leather armchair beside you.  Your heart raced at the closeness he presented. You didnt want to imagine what you looked like. Even with Fae healing you knew the tips of your ears may have still been blue from the cold of the wilderness of winter court. "I dont need it. I dont... want the help. I dont see a point to it." You tried your best at a shrug, your arms protesting.  "Your family..." He began. Your heart fluttered, cheeks heating. A headache bloomed in your temples as your brain grasped for memories of the night. Rhysand waited patiently, studying your face. They had screamed and threatened to cut you out of the family dynasty if you refused the marriage. Broken glass and running. No shoes, pain in your lungs from the cold air.  "My sorry excuse for a family left me to die." You growled once you felt steady enough to say.  Head pounding, you took a drink of water from the night stand. "I was meant to marry Kallis' oldest, but when I refused they took issue with it."   "And they tried to kill you.. so you ran?" He asked, his voice strained.  "Not exactly... I cant...." You rubbed your aching head. It felt like you were sick, like you needed a cold bath. Your stomach roiled with the pain.  Concern took over Rhys' features. "I can help." He offered, his hands fisting in the blankets, like he wished he could rip the pain away from you.  "Do whatever" You groaned, sinking back into the pillows. "I dont care anymore." You wanted so badly to just let your body give out in those woods. Let some snow bear find you and be a snack for its cubs. You had no family, no home.. and no status any longer. Your mind seemed to be coated in a dark blanket, relief flowed through you. For the first time his eyes were locked with yours when you looked up. The magnificent depth of them was astounding. His dark brows pulled together, studying your features. There was that tug towards him again. You picked up that thread and tugged back, lazily.  He blinked, taking a sharp breath. Confusion rolled through you, then his voice ripped through your mind like an echo. "I've been waiting for you."

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