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an-ambivalent · 10 months
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Yandere! FE3H House Leaders Headcanons
Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.  
Characters:  Edelgard, Claude & Dimitri 
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Edelgard 
Type: clingy & delusional 
~Edelgard finds herself lured by your strength and grit. You may or may not be physically strong, but it is your mental fortitude that arises her initial interest in you. During the academy days, she observed how despite the obstacles in your way, and the adversities of your past, you never broke down. You faced whatever came your way head on, or in the instance challenges deterred you momentarily, you always bounced back. She admired this because it was a reflection of who she was as well, and no matter what battle or war, this essence of intrapersonal strength was the most critical part to determine the last ones standing. 
~She wants you to be part of the Black Eagles - she needs people with your vitality by her side when she plans to start the war as the Adrestine Emperor. Edelgard is driven, if nothing else - ruthlessly ambitious to achieve what she wants. So, there’s no stopping until you are part of the Black Eagles. 
~Once you are part of the Black Eagles, Edelgard inevitably can spend more time with you; by doing so, she sees how hard you work and your unique brilliance that makes you excel in your area of expertise. However, it is your dedication that really makes her fall for you. Subsequently, she begins to imagine your future together. She envisions a new Fodland, unified under the Adesterine Empire. A new era where crests and the church are meaningless, and you’re there to rule right by her side. The rewritten history records would speak of the Flame Emperor and her lover who changed the world with their storm, and their shared ambitions and power that reshaped the sovereignty of Fodland. Eventually, she becomes so consumed by these delusions of your future together, she starts to believe that you are already together. There is no courting, or even asking. It’s just the reality and it’s really frustrating for her when you continue to attempt to dissuade from it. So, she has no other option except to be by your side and cling to you until you realise this. 
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Claude 
Type: manipulative & overprotective 
~You were an enigma, and Claude wanted to figure you out. You always wore a genuine bright smile on your face, and kept a cheerful energy. Even during times when everyone else would be visibly upset, you never were. You always maintained your cheerfulness, almost as if you didn’t allow yourself to feel your other emotions. And so out of curiousity, Claude started to watch you discreetly. He noticed that he was right in his assumptions; you never let your true emotions show. In times when something displeased, annoyed, or upset you, it would be only for a mere moment where your mask would slip and your true expression would show. Otherwise, that smile would continue to remain. 
~Truthfully speaking, Claude rather preferred the moments where you were just you, instead of wearing that smile he was beginning to detest. He wanted to dig deeper and see more of you to understand why you hid yourself and didn’t trust your housemates enough to show yourself. What could you possibly be hiding? 
~Claude was cunning and great at maintaining his own facade if nothing else. Perhaps, that’s why he felt drawn to you in the first place. Since you piqued his interest, he couldn’t just let you go without undoing you. He decided that he was going to break you down to nothing to unveil your secrets if that’s what it took. 
~Slowly and surely, Claude started to single you out. From observing you so much, he had a grasp on what he had to say and what buttons to push to set you off. It started off slowly - a brief pointing out of an insecurity, until it kept growing. Seeing that you weren’t close to breaking no matter how much he tried, Claude nearly gave up. But just before he did, you gave in. 
~You couldn’t tolerate his bullying any longer; it reminded you too much of the trauma you experienced at home, and to escape from all of that, was exactly why you came to the Officers Academy in the first place.
~As you break down, and start to Claude why he was being so mean to you and beg him to stop, disclosing hints of your trauma in the process, he achieved his goal. He came to understand that you hid yourself because that’s what you had been shamed for, and that’s who you had been traumatised to hide. It was abhorrent because you were so lovely - the real you, the delicate you. You deserved much more than you had ever been given, and he was going to give that to you. 
~He embraced you, gently rubbed your back to soothe you, and started to mumble apologies. Then, once you settled, the scelara of your eyes red from the crying, and tears hanging onto your eyelashes, he thought you were so pretty. He cupped your face, and turned it so you were looking up directly in his eyes. 
“You don’t have to hide yourself anymore. I promise I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I’ll kill them if they even try.” 
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Dimitri  Type: clingy, stalker, & possessive  
~If love-at-first-sight trope met puppy love trope, that’s how your story starts with Dimitri. Definitely, there is physical attraction from the moment he saw you. But more than that, there was also a strange and immersive pull he felt towards you that would make him believe you two were destined soulmates if he was the type of person to blindly believe in such nuances. So, while there was something that felt akin to love at first sight, Dimitri never acted on it, or had plans to act on it. It was something he was aware of, acknowledged, and planned to never think about again. Well, not until you joined the Blue Lions, and then, he had no choice but to be in close proximity to you. 
~You have many good qualities and traits that Dimitri admired. But the one that he valued the most, was your kindness. You were always ready to lend a hand to anyone that needed it. You were always there to support and listen to your housemates whenever they required it. But who was there for you when you needed it? Realistically, your housemates were reliable and all of your support and help was reciprocated when you needed it as well. That’s what you loved about the Blue Lions, and had joined their house in the first place. But for Dimitri, whenever you were present, you were the only thing he ended up focusing on. Everything else was as easy to tune out as white noise. So for him, no was ever there for you. He needed to be there for you. And that’s how his puppy love started. 
~He starts to leave little presents for you - your favourite snacks, flowers, tea, etc. At first, it was flattering, the way most people would feel when they notice they have a secret admirer. You looked forward to finding the things you liked and reading the sweet notes filled with small and delightful compliments that accompanied them. However, it became frightening when the presents were left in your private spaces like your bedroom. With everything that started to happen with the Flame Emperor and the other assaults at the church recently, you didn’t wait around until something more serious happened to address the problem. Immediately, you asked to speak with your house leader privately, and brought up your concerns. 
It was great how proactive you were. You noticed something suspicious and immediately took action to address it; this showed your capability too. But, it was such a shame that you went to the preparator himself. 
Dimitri was hurt that you found his expressions of love for you suspicious and suspected him of being a ‘stalker’. But, he was a realist; he understood that love took time and love took hard work. If he was the type to act on mere biological lust, then he would have courted you from the moment he met you. Nonetheless, he was perfectly content with working hard as well and helping you realise that you belonged together. 
“It’s hurtful that you became suspicious of my presents. I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” he started, stepping closer and closer to you, until he had his arms wrapped around you. 
“W-What?” 
“But it’s okay. I understand that you have not realised your feelings for me yet. I’m more than happy to help you with that.” He whispered softly, before clumsily locking his lips with yours. 
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raphaelslittlemouse · 2 months
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Better the Devil You Know - Part 2
Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil
Part one here. Part three here. Part four here.
Minors DNI. ~550 words. Picks up immediately following part one. Tav contemplates her victory after she lets slip a little secret about Haarlep to Raphael. Raphael x Fem!Tav. No physical description given, could be read as a 3rd person Raph x Reader.
It takes little more than a moment for Raphael to regain his composure, but his feathers are ruffled, and he tries to hide his flaring nostrils and the hard set of his mouth in an elegant bow, coming back up with his characteristic smirk back in place. “I must admit. You played your hand well.” 
She chooses to remain coy, but she knows that the smug pride must be practically radiating from her despite her best efforts. “Thank you, Raphael,” she nods. It isn’t often that a devil concedes defeat, and she’s nothing if not a gracious winner. After all, she can’t subtly lord her well-earned victory over Raphael’s handsome head if he chops hers off, can she? “Although, I most decidedly did not expect a confession of love to flabbergast you so.” 
Raphael starts and stops, showing a split second of…calm trepidation? “This is…rather unprecedented, as you can imagine,” he murmurs as he adjusts the ruffle at his collar. As if she isn’t aware of the predicament she’s put him in. She merely shrugs, though she finds that she has trouble hiding her amusement. He’s back to himself in the blink of an eye, with his easy posture, and cat-caught-the-mouse glint in his honey brown eyes. “While there have been many willing to give everything for even one night with—”
She holds up one hand, shaking her head. “Save it, devil. I don’t need to hear about your past lovers.”
The furrow in his brow tells her that Raphael is very much unused to anyone speaking to him in such a way, much less a mere mortal, as she’s sure he’d refer to her. Which only serves to spur her on, though she knows herself well enough that she has to turn away from Raphael before continuing, pretending to glance around the room, at the treasures within.
“Though, I have the strangest feeling that there weren’t nearly as many as you were about to lead me to believe.” She turns a full circle, taking in the paintings on the walls, catching a glimpse of what can only be described as confused rage seething from Raphael in waves, before finally admitting, “I’ve become…well acquainted with Haarlep.” 
“I see,” is all Raphael says. Without another word, he turns on his heel, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and the debtors moaning as they wander the hallways. 
She wonders for a moment if she’s about to get Haarlep killed, but the reality is that they’ve been dealing with Raphael for far longer than she has. Better for Haarlep to handle this, than for her to dig a deeper grave for herself than she already has. And it would be best for everyone if Raphael takes the time to cool down. 
She’s surprised, and a bit disappointed, that his true form didn’t come out to play in the midst of his restrained rage. Those horns of his send her thoughts to filthy place, and her mind has wandered off many times with the fantasy of being wrapped up in those massive wings as he— No. For all she knows, he can practically read her mind in this House. And she’s got more exploring to do before she gets too distracted by a fantasy that she’s sure won’t be coming true any time soon. 
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juniormint1125 · 1 year
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One Shot/One Song #3 - Yoon Jeonghan
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Stubborn Souls
Yoon Jeonghan x Reader
Inspired By:  Foolish Pride – Travis Tritt
Summary: Jeonghan’s hiding a secret that proves to be the death of your relationship. Both of you are too proud to admit you were wrong. Who will be the first to let go of their ego and save your love?
Word Count: 4,053
Genre: angsty, a little hope at the end
Warnings/Contains: mild arguing, nothing too triggering (I hope!)
You don’t even remember why you started arguing to begin with. But you do know that you’re sick of it. The last few months all you and Jeonghan have done is bicker. Something has changed and he isn’t the same man you fell in love with.
“All we do anymore is fight!” you exclaim. “No matter what I say, you always have to have the last word; you always have to be right. You’re overbearing and it’s suffocating!”
“Maybe I should just leave. Then you’ll be able to breathe.”
“That’s not what I meant Jeonghan, and you know it!”
“But isn’t it?” He stands up and walks toward the door. “There’s not much room there for interpretation.”
His hand is on the door. “Where are you going?” you shout.
“I’m giving you room to breathe.” He opens the door and walks out.
Four months have passed since your breakup. Four of the hardest, messiest, and loneliest months of your life. You spend your nights crying into your pillow, fighting off the urge to break down and call him. You’ve told yourself that you’re not going to be the one to give in. You won’t be weak. It leaves you miserable, but you can’t find a way to let go of him. So, you relive every painful memory.
You call Jeonghan over and over, frantic to hear his voice after he walked out. But he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t answer all afternoon. He doesn’t answer all evening. And he doesn’t answer all night.
The next morning, he walks in as if nothing happened.
“Where have you been?” you scream at him. “You don’t even have the decency to pick up your phone!”
“You said you were suffocating, but you’re the one smothering me.” His composure angers you.
“I was worried, Jeonghan! You just walked out; you should have told me where you were going!”
“I didn’t want to be overbearing.” He draws out the last word, digging his knife deeper into your heart.
“Jeonghan, that’s not fair.” you whisper. You hang your head as your eyes cloud with tears. You don’t want him to see your hurt. He doesn’t need any more fuel to add to his fire.
“I didn’t realize we were playing fair, dear.” His voice is smooth as silk, laced with acidic sarcasm.
You feel utterly defeated. This is not the Jeonghan you know. This is a complete stranger.
“You know what?” you finally mutter, your chest aching with sadness. “I don’t wanna play anything, anymore. You win. The competition’s over.”
You turn and walk toward the bedroom. When you close the door behind you, your knees buckle, and tears flood your cheeks. You bury your head in your hands and sob. You can’t play his game anymore; it’s too exhausting.
Joshua had taken you in after the breakup. He was a friend to both of you, so you should have declined his offer, but in your disarray, you needed something familiar. And that’s where you’ve been since. You still can’t bring yourself to find your own place, it would make the breakup too final.
“Y/N?”
You’ve been staring into space when Joshua’s voice pulls you back.
“You really should eat something,” he suggests.
“I’m just not hungry.” You manage half a smile.
He reaches across the table and takes your hand. “You can’t go on like this, Y/N.”
“I know, Shua,” you sigh. “I just need a little more time. I’ll get over him soon. I know I will.” You’re ashamed that you’re still pining after Jeonghan, considering what happened between you.
“You don’t have to get over him, Y/N. You still love each other. It’s obvious to everyone except the two of you.”
“Even if that’s true, I can’t go back. Not after everything. Not after he…”
“I know he hurt you. He wasn’t thinking straight. It didn’t mean anything. If you would just talk to him, you’d find out the truth.”
“Why should I? All that comes out of his mouth are lies. He doesn’t know what the truth is.”
Jeonghan wakes you up when he crawls into bed. You look at the clock. Practice should have been over hours ago. He slides his arms around you and pulls you close to him, burying his face in your hair.
“How was practice?”
“Brutal,” he mumbles.
In a few minutes he’s snoring, but you’re unable to go back to sleep. You slide from the bed and tiptoe to the kitchen for a glass of water. The counter is cluttered with Jeonghan’s things, he must have just thrown everything out of his pockets. He didn’t even bother to plug up his phone. You shake your head; sometimes he can be so lazy.
You pick up the change and throw it into the money jar on the counter. You hang up his keys and throw away the receipts and gum wrappers. When you go to pick up his phone, it buzzes in your hand. You’re surprised to see a text from Cheol this late at night.
“If you walk out of practice like that one more time, I won’t let it go. This is becoming ridiculous. It’s going to take time to get back in shape. You have to be patient. You can’t just give up.”
What does he mean ‘walk out of practice?’ And one more time? How many times has this happened? Most importantly, why is it happening?
When Jeonghan comes into the kitchen the next morning, you kiss him on the cheek just like every other morning and ask him if he slept well. He runs his fingers through his hair and nods. As you’re making his breakfast, you ask him about the night before.
“You got home so late, Hannie. Did you have an extra-long practice?”
He nods again. “The new choreography is tough so it’s going to need a lot of work.”
“And everything’s going well?” you ask. “With your elbow, I mean.”
“Of course, Y/N. Everything’s fine. I’m not the one who needs the extra practice.”
You turn back to the stove to finish making breakfast. You never imagined that Jeonghan could lie straight to your face and not even blink.
Six months have now passed since your breakup. Joshua’s been nothing but helpful and understanding. He’s never tried to get rid of you or told you to get your own place. He’s fully supported all of your decisions and he’s been an amazing friend. But you know it’s time to move on. It’s the only way you’re going to be able to let Jeonghan go for good.
You’re scrolling through ads for apartments when your phone buzzes beside you. It’s Joshua. He left the sheet music for their new song on the piano at home. Cheol is on edge already so he needs you to bring it by the company as soon as you can before Cheol finds out and loses it. Another text immediately follows.
Jeonghan isn’t here. He’s with the doctor checking his elbow.
Your heart drops at the thought of going to the company. You haven’t even set foot on the same street since that night. Your mind races at the thought. Another text.
Please, Y/N. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate.
He’s been so good to you, you can’t say no. You owe him. You close your eyes and swallow hard. Putting on your shoes, you fight against the urge to run in the opposite direction. You owe Joshua.
You want to try one more time. You and Jeonghan have been together too long to throw everything away. He agreed to meet you. It must mean he feels the same.
You pause before walking through the door of the practice room where he asked to meet. Your heart is pounding; you take a deep breath to steady yourself. You know the man you love is still in there somewhere, you just have to find a way to get to him.
When you open the door, the lights are dim, except for a spotlight in the corner of the room. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they do, that’s when you see her.
You’ve made it all the way to the front door. Maybe you should text Joshua to meet you outside. No, you have to do this to start getting over Jeonghan. You won’t spend the rest of your life fixated on a man who only cares about himself. You deserve more than that. You’re worth more than that. You hold your head high and push through the door. The staff smile at you and wave. You head up the stairs to meet Joshua.
When you step off the elevator, you hear raised voices. The boys are always loud and playful, and the thought makes you smile. You miss this. As you walk further down the hall, you can hear that in fact, the voices aren’t at all playful.
The first one you hear is Jeonghan, and you freeze. He wasn’t supposed to be here.
“I’ll be damned if I’ll crawl!” he cries. Someone is pacing back and forth.
The second one belongs to Joshua. “Who’s to blame doesn’t matter! You’re destroying both of your lives with your foolish pride! Just apologize; it would be so simple!”
“She’s better off without me. I was a piece of shit boyfriend, and now I’m a piece of shit idol too. Looks like it’s my destiny.”
“Damn it, Jeonghan!” Joshua hisses. “I know you still love her. You’re using that as an excuse because you feel vulnerable with everything happening right now.”
“Vulnerable?” His laugh is cocky, and you can imagine the smug smile on his face.
“If you lose her,” Joshua continues, “you’ll lose your best friend, your lover, and your everything. And if you don’t fix this soon, you won’t have anything left.”
He barrels through the door, and his eyes widen when he sees you standing there. He’s about to say something when there’s a loud crash behind him. You both look up to see Jeonghan wringing his hand and cursing under his breath. There’s a hole in the wall beside where he’s standing and a look of utter devastation on his face.
You’re a block from your apartment when it starts pouring rain. By the time you reach home, you’re drenched. You look up and standing under the awning is Jeonghan.
“What are you doing here?” you ask.
“Y/N, you look like a drowned rat!”
“Did you come here for a specific reason, or just to point out the obvious?” You huff at him and roll your eyes.
“Uh, actually, I came here to tell you something.”
“Well, can we go inside first? As you so kindly pointed out, I’m drenched.” You start to walk past him to the stairs, and he grabs your hand.
“Wait, Y/N. Just let me say this.”
Crossing your arms, you sigh. “What is it?”
“I like you.”
“Oh.”
He chuckles awkwardly. “Is there anything else you could say? I’m starting to feel a little self-conscious.”
“Jeonghan, I…it’s just…this isn’t a joke, is it?”
His eyebrows furrow, his look turning serious. “No, it’s not a joke, Y/N. I really like you.”
“You promise you’re not just teasing me?”
He grins widely. “I promise.”
Unexpectedly, you feel timid. You’ve imagined this scenario a million times, but never in your wildest dreams did you think it would become reality. And in your imagination, you’re so much more confident.
“Y/N?”
“I…I like you too, Jeonghan. Very much.”
He laughs again, but all the awkwardness is gone. He takes your hand and pulls you back out into the rain.
“Jeonghan! What are you doing?!”
“Celebrating!”
He’s beaming. He wraps his arms around you, picks you up, and spins you around. He looks at you, an adoring smile on his face. You slide out of his arms to the ground, and he pulls you close. The rain drips down your face, and you close your eyes. You can’t help but smile as his lips meet yours.
You’ve been in bed for the last hour, but you haven’t been sleeping. You haven’t been able to get the look on Jeonghan’s face out of your mind. You’ve tried to erase it with happy memories of the two of you, but you can’t stop your heart from breaking at the grief in his eyes.
There’sa soft knocking on your door. It opens a crack, and Joshua peeks his face around the edge. “Are you asleep Y/N?” he asks in a soft voice.
You sit up and invite him in.
He looks at you pitifully. “Are you okay?”
You nod.
“You don’t have to be strong with me, Y/N.” He pauses. “He wasn’t supposed to be there. When he showed up, I lost it. That’s how we ended up yelling at each other.”
“I would have had to see him sooner or later.” You sit quietly for a minute. There’s something else he wants to say, but he’s hesitating. “What is it, Shua?”
“He still loves you.”
“You don’t hook up with random trainees if you love someone,” you reply bitterly.
“That’s not what happened.”
“You’re defending him?!” You’re appalled.
“I’m not defending him! What he did was wrong. But if you just talk to him, you’ll find out everything’s not exactly as it seemed.”
“Her tongue was in his mouth, Joshua. It doesn’t get much clearer than that.”
You want to close your eyes, but you can’t look away. You want to run, but your feet are rooted to the ground. You can’t believe the man standing in front of you is the same Jeonghan you thought you knew.
She’s clinging to him for dear life and his hands are all over her. If she was any closer, they’d fuse into one being. She kisses the side of his neck, and that’s when he looks at you. There’s no remorse, no guilt in his eyes, only emptiness.
Eleven months have now passed. You can’t find a way to take a single step forward; you’re stuck in an endless cycle of love and loathing.
So Joshua’s invited some of the guys over in an attempt to cheer you up. You agreed it might be good to see some warm, familiar faces. Since you avoid the company, you rarely get to see any of them. Joshua swears they all miss you.
And once everyone’s crowded into the tiny apartment, you realize he’s right. The sound of their voices laughing and the warmth their presence exudes makes your heart happy. You smile a real smile for the first time in months. When everyone needs more drinks, you head to the kitchen to grab another round.
Someone’s left the door to the patio open. The air is getting colder as it gets dark, so you cross the room to shut it. For the second time that week, you’re taken by surprise to hear Jeonghan’s voice. This time, it’s over FaceTime. Dino must have slipped onto the patio to talk to him so you wouldn’t get upset.
“Hyung, just apologize,” he implores. “Tell her it didn’t mean anything.”
“It didn’t mean anything! I’m disgusted with myself for even thinking that was the right way to make her forget me. And that I actually did it? I can barely look at myself in the mirror.”
“Then tell her that!” Dino pleads. “Tell her that you were wrong. You shouldn’t have hidden the truth from her. Tell her you still love her.”
Jeonghan’s voice is full of sadness. “I can’t Dino. I hurt her too badly. I was crazy to push her away, and now she can’t forgive me. She doesn’t love me anymore. I still love her, but it’s too late to go back.”
You can’t listen anymore. You pull the door shut. When it slams, Dino jumps and turns around. He sees you standing there, and his eyes are filled with pity.
“Go ahead and leave, I couldn’t care less.”
Jeonghan’s words tear at your heart. How could he have changed so much in such a short time? Or maybe this is who he really is, and you’ve been blind to the truth. You don’t try to hide your tears this time. He’s going to torture you no matter what.
With your suitcase in your hand, you head for the door. Before you walk out, you look at him one final time.
“Has everything between us been a lie? Did you ever really love me?”
For just a moment, something akin to regret flashes in his eyes. He quickly hardens his look and, crossing his arms, he turns away from you. “No, Y/N. I don’t love you.”
You quietly close the door behind you and slip away. There’s nothing left for you there.
Dino’s the last one to leave the apartment. As you say goodbye at the door, he pauses.
“So, you heard everything, huh?” You nod. “Please, Y/N. Don’t be like him. Don’t be stubborn and let your love die for the sake of your pride. He needs you.” He envelops you in a tight hug, then says goodbye.
His words echo in your mind. He needs you. Something bigger is going on with Jeonghan than anyone is saying.
You crawl into bed and pull your covers close around you. Does it really matter anymore who was to blame? You heard him say that he still loves you. There’s a chance that you could fix what happened if you just let go of your ego and talk to him. How much would it really hurt you to just give in and talk to him? And how much will you be hurt in the long run if you don’t try everything in your power to break through his walls?
Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab your phone and text him.
Can we talk?
Your heart pounds as you wait for a response. It feels like an eternity, but it’s only five minutes before your phone buzzes with his reply.
Can I come over now? Please.
You swallow hard. You’re scared to hope. But he wouldn’t ask to come over just to reject you again. The Jeonghan you love isn’t that heartless.
“No peeking, Y/N!” Jeonghan whines. He doesn’t want his surprise to be ruined.
He holds your hand tightly as he leads you down the hall. You’re just glad to finally be out of the bedroom. He made you stay in there all afternoon while he and Mingyu were conspiring together.
He finally stops. “Okay, Y/N. Open your eyes.”
The first place you look is at him and he’s beaming with pride. You follow his gaze. Candles are lit all around the room and a huge bouquet of flowers is the centerpiece of a beautifully set table.
“Mingyu helped me cook dinner,” he informs you as he pulls out your chair. “I hope it’s edible,” he adds with a chuckle.
“Jeonghan, I’m sure it’s wonderful, but what’s the occasion?”
He sits down beside you and takes your hand in his. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a little while, but…”
His face flushes scarlet and he pauses. You squeeze his hand letting him know you’re listening.
“I wanted everything to be special the first time I told you…the first time I told you…that I love you.”
You can’t stop the smile that’s slowly spreading across your face. That he would put in so much effort to make such a simple moment special completely melts your heart. You’re absolutely smitten.
“I love you too, Jeonghan.”
You’re sitting outside the apartment when Jeonghan walks up. Joshua’s already gone to bed, and you didn’t want the doorbell to wake him.
“Hi.”
The softness and familiarity of his voice sends a surge of warmth through your chest. It’s been a long time since you heard any trace of gentleness in his words. “Can we take a walk?” he asks.
You stand up to accompany him and the two of you walk in silence for a while. It’s awkward, but it’s a start. It’s chilly on the street, and you shiver. You only have on a hoodie; you weren’t sure what to expect.
“Are you cold, Y/N?”
You shake your head. “I’m okay.”
He gestures to a nearby bench. “Do you want to sit?”
You take a seat on the bench, turning your body to face him. It’s obvious there’s so much you both want to say, but neither one of you knows where to begin. With your pulse pounding in your throat, you make the first move.
“Are you okay, Jeonghan?” You look into his eyes and they’re full of devastation.
“I’m really not.” He’s finally ready to tell the truth. You slide closer and take his hand in yours. You don’t need to say anything, you just need to listen. His words come pouring out like a flood.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was wrong. I treated you terribly and I wouldn’t blame you if you never forgive me. My behavior was atrocious. I should have told you the truth from the beginning instead of trying to push you away. But I was terrified your opinion of me would change, and I thought it would be better for you if I just let you go. I couldn’t stand the thought of letting you down.”
“My love for you is not that fickle, Jeonghan.”
He hangs his head in shame. “I know that. Now.”
“Why did you try to push me away?” you ask. He’s quiet for a few minutes before he musters enough courage to speak again.
“When I hurt my elbow, at first, I just laughed it off. I was convinced it wasn’t a big deal. But it hasn’t healed the way I thought it would.” His shoulders sag.
“You told me that everything was fine. Why did you lie?”
“I pushed myself too hard. I needed to recover so I wouldn’t let you down. But I only made things worse. I couldn’t do what I used to, and I wasn’t getting better. It was too hard to accept that I couldn’t immediately bounce back, so I was going to give up. And I thought that you wouldn’t love me anymore if I couldn’t be an idol. I wouldn’t be able to give you the life you deserve, and…I was ashamed.”
“Being less than perfect would never have let me down, Hannie.” You stop yourself. You want to tell him that it’s what he did to push you away that let you down. But that doesn’t even matter anymore.
“Go ahead and say it, Y/N. I deserve every bad thing you could say about me.”
“We both know what happened, Jeonghan, so there’s no need to relive the past. It’s too painful and it won’t do any good to berate you. It’s obvious that you regret what you did.”
He reaches for you but hesitates. His hand drops and he hangs his head. “I do, Y/N. I regret it more than you could ever know. If I could go back in time, I never would have lied to you, or pushed you away, or…or…”
You put a finger to his lips to keep him from saying anything else. You’ve replayed that scene in your mind enough times, you don’t need another reminder. Gently, he covers your hand and draws it to his chest.
His voice falls to a whisper. “It didn’t mean anything Y/N. I haven’t seen or talked to her since. I only care about you.” Looking up at you with expectant eyes, he says, “I only love you.”
Your heart pounds in your throat. It’s all you’ve wanted to hear for the past year. This is the real Jeonghan. This is the man you love. You reach out to touch his cheek, and his eyes close at the contact.
“And I only love you, Yoon Jeonghan.”
“Can you ever forgive me, Y/N?”
“I can’t go back to the way things were like nothing happened.”
He frowns. “I know, but do you want to? Go back to the way things were, that is.”
You can tell he’s nervous to hear your answer. “More than anything.”
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please write a ramble abt how fucked up roguefort is /nf
Ong . On it boss. Salutes
i love playing around with the concept that they have two faces: phantom bleu and their secret identity (who i just call roquefort). we know that phantom bleu is all an act because 1) i mean it makes sense nobody can just Live like that 24/7 but MRE IMPROTTNTLU 2) we see little bits and pieces of them through their little Urk! s and the time where waljut is like HEY REVEAL YOUR TRUE IDENTITY like Girl. tthe little hints to their lore and. Oua
none of this is confirmed its more just my fanon interpretation of them but Girl they are so fucked up . I have a whole timeline built for them of like how phantom bleu came to be and stuff but i dont wanna talk about it here because i wanna turn it into a comic/animation and let people theorize before i talk abt it HZBZKSB BUT LIKE. Girl. Theyve always had shit self confidence (probably their shitty parents are to blame for that) but after phantom bleu came along it got so much worse. probably the only reason why theyre Actually in a decent state of physical health is because they need to be able to do their heists . cause otherwise theyd probably neglect themself (either because they dont want to care for themself or they forget to do things). theyve put phantom bleu on such a pedestal, the only way that people will actually love them, that they think their own life is Meaningless
like. god. This fake character theyve created, this one big play theyve put on, people actually love them for it. and girl theyre dying to have that attention. as time passes they love roguefort cookie more and more, at the same time despising themself. what good are they? theyre useless. they take up space in their cousin cheesecakes mansion. they dont even pay rent (well not through actual money) they just take up space. they dont have an actual job. they dont have friends, cheesecake is their only real family (their other family being a grumpy cat and a sentient cape L)
they hate themself soo much its insane . they avoid getting too close to people for the pure reason that if someone finds out what theyre really like then everything is over. the mystery is all gone, theyre revealed to be a lazy good for nothing waste of space whos only good at playing pretend and watching lala land. thats what scares them the most, out of everything else. thats what keeps them up at night. so they close themself off ! avoid giving out personal information, hide every emotion with a mischievous smirk.
during phantom raven theyre at their highest (and at the same time close to their lowest.) they love roguefort cookie because everyone else loves them, and hating roquefort because nobody loves them. and then eventually realize . this is not love! nobody really loves them. theyre getting attention for the character they play, and that will never change. theyll forever be a nobody, recognized only for their talent, never for who they are.
then after their watch is auctioned off, they snap. they cant crawl out of this hole theyve dug, but maybe if they dig deeper theyll reach the other side? their only goal is to turn back time, back to before their family died, so maybe they can please them this time and theyll have someone to love them (Their parents are assholes btw theyll nevr be satisfied with roque)
roquefort is a puppet. theyve created a monster thats come to life, and its taken over their body. they could stop at any time, of course, but that means theyd be losing their only source of attention. so they keep doing it, even if it feels more like a chore at this point because They just dont know what else to do theyve lost control and phantom bleu is too big of a name to stop now
but i give them a happy ending in my fanon becquse i would Cry every time i think about them otherwise HZVZKHWF
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In The Mood For Fall Reads
Autumn is in the air, pumpkins are in the grocery stores, and Spirit Halloween stores are popping up in those random empty store fronts. It's that time of year to get in the spooky mood! Here's my list of spooky reads you should definitely give a try.
Glass Houses by Rachel Caine
"College freshman Claire Danvers has had enough of her nightmarish dorm situation. When Claire heads off-campus, the imposing old house where she finds a room may not be much better. Her new roommates don't show many signs of life, but they'll have Claire's back when the town's deepest secrets come crawling out, hungry for fresh blood. Will she be able to face the town's terror or will she drown like everyone else?"
Such an awesome Vampy YA series! Rachel Caine wrote such an amazingly detailed world with Morganville, Texas. A vampire city with vampire rules for the resident humans to fear and dark secrets to uncover that could change the game. Her heroine is small but so fierce in Claire Danvers. Purely driven to be a scientist, her analytical brain helps her stay rational in the face of danger. Plus her room mates/true friends are such great compliments to her, including a hot broady musician named Michael Glass. I highly recommend the whole series!
Wake The Hollow by Gaby Triana
"Forget the dead, Mica. It’s real, live people you should fear.
Tragedy has brought Micaela Burgos back to her hometown of Sleepy Hollow. It’s been six years since she chose to live with her father in Miami instead of her eccentric mother. And now her mother is dead.
This town will suck you in and not let go.
Sleepy Hollow may be famous for its fabled headless horseman, but the town is real. So are its prejudices and hatred, targeting Mica’s family as outsiders. But ghostly voices carry on the wind, whispering that her mother’s death was based on hate…not an accident at all. With the help of two very different guys—who pull at her heart in very different ways—Micaela must awaken the hidden secret of Sleepy Hollow…before she meets her mother’s fate.
Find the answers.
Unless, of course, the answers find you first."
This book has the Sleepy Hollow vibes you didn't know you needed! Micaela's Mom's death forces her back to her hometown of headless horseman infamy. While connecting with her old friends and family, she finds shocking secrets that make her question her Mom's death. Not to mention two hot guys vying for her attention and the headless man himself making an appearance. I loved this ghostly thrill ride that I like to revisit when the air gets crisp.
Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
"After receiving a frantic letter from her newly-wed cousin begging for someone to save her from a mysterious doom, Noemí Taboada heads to High Place, a distant house in the Mexican countryside. She’s not sure what she will find—her cousin’s husband, a handsome Englishman, is a stranger, and Noemí knows little about the region.
Noemí is also an unlikely rescuer: She’s a glamorous debutante, and her chic gowns and perfect red lipstick are more suited for cocktail parties than amateur sleuthing. But she’s also tough and smart, with an indomitable will, and she is not afraid: Not of her cousin’s new husband, who is both menacing and alluring; not of his father, the ancient patriarch who seems to be fascinated by Noemí; and not even of the house itself, which begins to invade Noemí’s dreams with visions of blood and doom.
Her only ally in this inhospitable abode is the family’s youngest son. Shy and gentle, he seems to want to help Noemí, but might also be hiding dark knowledge of his family’s past. For there are many secrets behind the walls of High Place. The family’s once colossal wealth and faded mining empire kept them from prying eyes, but as Noemí digs deeper she unearths stories of violence and madness.
And Noemí, mesmerized by the terrifying yet seductive world of High Place, may soon find it impossible to ever leave this enigmatic house behind."
A creepy gothic estate in the remote countryside of Mexico where the walls actually pulse? What?!? The story follows Noemi, a socialite from Mexico City, on a mission to save her beloved cousin, Catalina, from her super weird husband and family. When Catalina has a moment of clarity and sends a letter of distress to Noemi, Noemi insists on swooping in and bringing her home. But this spooky manor is more like a spider's web than she bargained for and she gets sucked into staying. Fortunately for her, her determined curious nature has her poking through all the secrets she can uncover.
The Move by Laura M. Drake
"Selena knows that haunted houses are only real in movies.
Or are they?
When Selena moves to a sleepy Oregon town with her dad, she knows her life will be different than the one in California she left behind. But before they even finish unpacking, she realizes that everything isn’t as it seems. As the hauntings escalate in your home the neighborhood kids call “The Snatcher,” Selena realizes that no one is safe.
With the help of a cute neighbor boy, will Selena be able to solve the mystery behind the vengeful ghost before time runs out? Or is it already too late?"
This whole series was a spooky delight to read. A haunted house with a vengeance spirit that actually snatches people! Selena moves into this house with her father without any of this useful information about it's history beforehand. Luckily, she meets a guy in her new town, Lincoln, who has an extensive knowledge of Japanese Yokai (ghosts!) and totally kissable lips. Together they navigate the creaks and flickers in her haunted house as they investigate what this ghost actually wants from them. 
The Carrow Haunt by Darcy Coates
""The dead are restless here..." Remy is a tour guide for Carrow House, a notoriously haunted building. When she's asked to host seven guests for a week-long stay to research Carrow's phenomena, she hopes to finally experience some of the sightings that made the house famous.
At first, it's everything they hoped for. Then a storm moves in, cutting off their contact with the outside world, and things quickly become twisted. Doors open on their own. Seances go disastrously wrong. Red liquid seeps from behind the wallpaper. Their spirit medium wanders through the house during the night, seemingly in a trance.
Then one of the guests dies under strange circumstances, and Remy is forced to consider the possibility that the ghost of the house's original owner, a twisted serial killer, still walks the halls.
But by then it's too late to escape."
Remy loves haunted houses, so she takes the job as a tour guide at a specifically horrifying one. She loves the history and researching the houses she works at and becomes so knowledgeable about the Carrow House that a particularly handsome visitor on one of her tours asks her if he could book a week long stay to hunt the ghosts. Slamming doors, apparitions, a seance, and death! Things get real quickly and the group have to figure out how to escape! Not only a really awesome scary book, but I loved the relationship building between the characters. I like a little romance with my scares. Boo! Aww!
A Breath Of Frost by Alyxandra Harvey
"In 1814, three cousins—Gretchen, Emma, and Penelope—discover their family lineage of witchcraft when a binding spell is broken, allowing their individual magical powers to manifest. Now, beyond the manicured gardens and ballrooms of Regency London, an alluring underworld available only to those with power is revealed to the cousins. By claiming their power, the three cousins have accidentally opened the gates to the underworld.
Now ghouls, hellhounds—and most terrifying of all, the spirits of dark witches known as the Greymalkin Sisters—are hunting and killing young debutante witches for their powers. And, somehow, Emma is connected to the murders…because she keeps finding the bodies.
Can the cousins seal the gates before another witch is killed… or even worse, before their new gifts are stripped away?"
I am such a sucker for old time London and witches! I fell in absolute love with this series! Gretchen, Emma, and Penelope are very close and going through all the society protocols of the Regency era together with the balls and soirees. The Lovegrove cousins are far from swooning debutantes. They discover they are witches! Emma is very studious and loves to read. Gretchen is pretty bad ass and hates that the men get to do all the fun things, while the women practice their curtsy. And Penelope likes the idea of balls and soirees and practicing her embroidery, but she is no push over. Besides magic, there are magical creatures, a goblin market, romance, and more! Think of this series as a kind of Bridgerton murder mystery with magic! The last book is Kindle only, just in case you devour this series like I did.
Firelight by Kristen Callihan
"Once the flames are ignited . . .
Miranda Ellis is a woman tormented. Plagued since birth by a strange and powerful gift, she has spent her entire life struggling to control her exceptional abilities. Yet one innocent but irreversible mistake has left her family's fortune decimated and forced her to wed London's most nefarious nobleman.
They will burn for eternity . . .
Lord Benjamin Archer is no ordinary man. Doomed to hide his disfigured face behind masks, Archer knows it's selfish to take Miranda as his bride. Yet he can't help being drawn to the flame-haired beauty whose touch sparks a passion he hasn't felt in a lifetime. When Archer is accused of a series of gruesome murders, he gives in to the beastly nature he has fought so hard to hide from the world. But the curse that haunts him cannot be denied. Now, to save his soul, Miranda will enter a world of dark magic and darker intrigue. For only she can see the man hiding behind the mask."
Another series set in old time London, this time Victorian London. The story has a Beauty and Beast esque aspect to it with some Phantom of the Opera feels. Toss in a little Firestarter, swirl things around, and you get a magical tale of power, fear, and love. Miranda can't control her powers and a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with a gruffness "rescues" her with a proposal of marriage. While Miranda isn't entirely sure of this mysterious hunk, the bodies start sprouting up and with his reputation scaring the locals, who can anyone believe that this guy is innocent? This whole entire series is amazing and I most highly recommend all of them and wish there were more books!
Unbreakable by Kami Garcia
"I never believed in ghosts. Until one tried to kill me.
When Kennedy Waters finds her mother dead, her world begins to unravel. She doesn’t know that paranormal forces in a much darker world are the ones pulling the strings. Not until identical twins Jared and Lukas Lockhart break into Kennedy’s room and destroy a dangerous spirit sent to kill her. The brothers reveal that her mother was part of an ancient secret society responsible for protecting the world from a vengeful demon — a society whose five members were all murdered on the same night.
Now Kennedy has to take her mother’s place in the Legion if she wants to uncover the truth and stay alive. Along with new Legion members Priest and Alara, the teens race to find the only weapon that might be able to destroy the demon — battling the deadly spirits he controls every step of the way."
This is my latest spooky read from this past year. In the mood for ghosts? This story has ghosts in spades! Scary vengeance ghosts that need to be battled. Meet Kennedy Waters. Her Mom is killed by a ghost and two hot brothers rescue her from being killed by the same ghost. That's when Kennedy's whole world view is changed forever and she hits the road to battle the evil spirits with a group of kids call the Legion. Members whose parents have also died and passed down a magical legacy upon their deaths. Kennedy is learning on the go, but definitely struggling with the idea that her Mom was a Legion member too. A secret society fighting darkness? Fantastic spooky read that makes me need the whole series now!
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OmegaVerse - Difficult training
POV Saul
The second the category course ends, I slip away and head to my apartments. My heart races at the thought that one or more students may have figured out the truth. I walk quickly, before anyone can see me.
Once through the door to my apartment, I lock it and lean against it while dropping to the floor. I try to keep my breathing steady so I don't totally panic. It only takes one of them to figure out what I was hiding and I'm out of here. Andreas burned down one of my two houses, taking all my possessions and memories with it. I don't know if I can handle leaving Alfea. There have been so many changes in my life in the last few months and hardly any good ones. The only slightly positive thing is the return of Andreas. And even then, he avoids me most of the time. We only talk for classes and he helps me from time to time but that's it... At the same time, how can I blame him? I tried to kill him, I stole his son and his place. He is right to keep his distance. I am already very grateful to him for helping me, even if with each contact I feel both relief and sadness when I compare what we were and what we are today. And the fact that he is helping me when he obviously doesn't want to, makes me feel even more guilty. 
But maybe tomorrow I won't even be in Alfea, I won't be able to see him, I won't be able to keep an eye on Sky. I don't understand what made Rosalind and Luna do this. They both know what I am and yet the Queen has pardoned me and allowed me to have a specialist position here. I find it hard to understand their interest in doing this.
I glance around my suite. It's much smaller than the one I had before, but that's okay since most of my belongings were destroyed after my arrest. I glance at the wall where I was able to hang a few pictures Ben sent me. I guess I might as well do something useful and put everything in a bag. I don't think they'll give me time to pack my stuff if they decide to throw me out.
I get up and start to put away my meager possessions. Tidying up helps me to calm down and my heart starts to beat normally again. And I tell myself that everything is not so bad because I have been prepared for this eventuality for years. Farah and I bought a small isolated house in case we needed to hide one day or in case my secret came out. No one else knows about it, not even Ben. The idea was for the two of us to go. I guess I'll have to go alone now. I have a tiny bit of hope that wherever she is, Farah will find her way to safety and meet me there. I know she's not there right now, because there are sensors around the property that would have alerted me if she had already taken refuge there. There's still the problem of not having enough alpha, but I guess I'll go buy some omitrix and that's it.... 
I look around the room which has been well emptied already. I mustn't change anything about my behavior if I don't want to arouse suspicion. But no one ever comes in here so I don't take any chances by packing my bags, just in case.  Maybe none of the students have figured out the truth yet, but they certainly suspect that there is a hidden meaning to this class. I just hope the second grade fairies don't dig any deeper. They have a tendency to poke their noses into everyone's business and they might drag Sky in... 
Sky... I stop what I'm doing and sigh... Our relationship is already at an all-time low and I'm not sure it will survive another test. And this, this secret, is more than just a test, I realize. But I had no choice but to keep my condition quiet and I still do. When he was little, there was a risk that he wouldn't be able to keep the secret. Now, I know he wouldn't tell anyone, but his life, or at least his freedom, would be at stake if anyone found out. I can't do that to him. He's already been through so much because of me, I don't want to add to it. I'd rather he hate me for the rest of his life if he finds out the truth than end up in jail. 
I look at the clock and realize that the special training of the oldest students is about to start in 10 minutes. It's a new class that Rosalind has instituted for the top specialists. Well, when I say new, it's not really new because there was one back when I was a student here. 
I guess I can't hide here forever. So I quickly get dressed and head to the training area. To my surprise, I see Andreas leaning against one of the training platforms. In itself, there is nothing disturbing about him being here because he is co-teaching this class with me. What is more disturbing is that he is early. He is much more often the last to arrive, than the first. 
I come and stand next to him and before I can say a word, the students arrive. Other specialists arrive but only to watch, they are not allowed to participate. I am surprised not to see Sky, because he usually comes but maybe he is just late. 
I am reassured that I don't get any weird looks from the students. I relax that everything is normal, that this is just another class and I'm not going to end up in the pillory, or at least not today. So I get into teacher mode, explaining the exercises we prepared with Andreas, the purpose of them, etc.
I don't talk for long because I know that they are not there for that and especially that they won't listen if it lasts more than a few minutes. What they are interested in is doing the exercises and especially putting them into practice in a fight. They don't yet realize that theory is just as important as practice. At the same time, I'm not sure that Andreas understands this either. That's why I'm in charge of that part and he does most of the demonstrations. We could totally swap roles but that's how it happened naturally. 
Except that, apparently, today Andreas changed his mind because he throws a sword at me and before I can ask him what he is doing, he says to the whole class: 
"For once, we are going to show you in a fight what Saul just explained."
And that's how I find myself on the platform facing Andreas for the first time since Aster Dell. I try not to think about how our last fight ended. I'm glad I have a wooden sword instead of my real one because I think it's the only thing keeping me from having a flashback and I wonder if it's the same for Andreas. I don't really have time to think about it because he throws his first punch. And it all disappears as we begin a well known choreography. I can't count the number of times we've trained together and even though the years have passed, I recognize his style perfectly. Of course, he has improved and adapted it to his age, but the substance remains the same. 
The fight goes on for many minutes and neither of us really gets the upper hand on the other. We know each other's weaknesses and strengths after fighting side by side for so long. We are able to anticipate almost every move the other makes. But when I see a tiny opening, I don't hesitate to take my opponent down, ending the fight.
I hear applause and look around at the crowd of students who had watched the fight. I had forgotten that we had an audience but by crossing the glance of Andreas, who is still lying down, I understand that he was perfectly conscious of it. And even worse than that, he orchestrated it. I reach out to him to help him up. And once we're in front of each other, I give him a subtle nod of thanks. I know he did this to show what I was capable of to anyone who might have had any doubt. More importantly, I know he didn't let me win. If I had given him the opportunity to win, he would have taken it without hesitation. This simple thought comforts me even more than the rest. 
I turn back to the students and order them in my commanding voice: 
"Your turn to show what you can do. Get into pairs and start your exercises."
And the class continues as normal, I go through each group, correcting every flaw. I naturally fall back into my role as a teacher, putting aside my concerns for the moment. 
And it is in this frame of mind that I head to my apartments. But as I reach my door, I see Sky leaning against the wall. And the second I meet his eyes, I understand that he knows. 
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girlbloggingy · 3 years
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beyond evil is literally beyond words i can’t even form a sentence to express how thrilled I feel watching this yet everything flows organically since it's neither rushed nor too slowed down
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The little blurb about vamp h daughter got me thinking about this kid on a park or just in public in general and simply baring her teeth out all the time
She’d be such a little brat.
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Their daughter was in her terrible twos. It was extremely worse than a human child’s terrible twos because baby vamps are trying to learn how to control their naturally aggressive temperament.
They at YN’s family Christmas dinner, all of her extended relatives and close family are there to celebrate.
It isn’t a secret to them that Harry is a vampire and Valentine is a hybrid mix of her two parents but it doesn’t mean that the two still don’t freak out her relatives.
Valentine is just the cutest little thing with puffy pink lips, expressive bright eyes, and the curliest brown locks like her father’s.
Harry is mild-mannered at these events, there are so many annoying humans that he cannot simply listen to too much that any of them have to say - so he just tunes it out and focuses on his wife and daughter’s heartbeats to soothe himself.
He’s standing quietly behind his wife when he hears a child burst out in tears and it definitely isn’t their daughter.
But both of them know their daughter most likely caused the other child to cry so they both excuse themselves.
YN’s sister, Ellie, is leaning down to soothe her sobbing five-year-old son - Taylor before wrangling him to sit on the couch.
Their two year old is sitting on the floor, in her pretty little velvet Christmas dress, a big dinosaur in her lap, and a snarl of her face.
Her fangs are flashing at her cousin, a low hisses coming from her, and her normally green eyes are near black.
Her whole family has turned their attention to the interaction - when it comes to discipline in regards to being a vampire, Harry takes care of that.
Valentine isn’t fragile or meek like human children, when she is angry like she currently is - she doesn’t respond to soft words or cuddles.
“She bit me!” Taylor weeps, displaying his irritated hand with tiny, dark red imprints of teeth.
“Valentine Jade Styles,” Harry booms, his voice is deeper than humanly possible and ear-shattering as he bares his long, deadly fangs to his daughter - venom dripping off of them.
And everyone is silent as they watch.
They’d never seen Harry say more than a few words at a time, let alone this.
They couldn’t believe this man was treating his darling little baby girl like this.
Instead, she stands and toddling over to her father to attempt to bite at his thigh - vamp babies were extremely mouthy as babies, much more severely than humans.
When she digs her fangs into him, Harry hisses and lets his eyes roll into black darkness, and the tone of his voice is nearly demonic, “Enough, Valentine.”
Their daughter backs up, lips lowering to hide her teeth, and the squeaky noises rumbling in her chest stop.
She scurries over to her mum but YN encourages her to face her father, walking her back over to him, and he squats down.
His fangs are still bared in warning to her as he states firmly, “You do not bite other people. Do you hear daddy?”
Valentine pouts of her bottom lips, eyes still threatening to darken again as she stares down her dad.
“He stole it,” She lisps at her father, pointing to the dinosaur, “And I bite.”
“We don’t bite even when people steal toys,” Harry informs her, thumb coming to brush at her cheek affectionately (he can’t help it).
But quick as a bolt, she turns her head and nips her father’s thumb in anger before attempting to bite him again.
He really didn’t want to do this in front of YN’s family but he really couldn’t let his daughter think it’s okay to act that way - had to make sure she didn’t turn into a aggressive, unpleasant adult vampire.
Harry ducks forward and bites her wrist, enough for her to huff and whine in defeat when he sinks his teeth in.
It doesn’t hurt the baby but it is a display of discipline and authority within vampiric families.
“Oh my god, he’s biting your daughter,” YN’s aunt gasps to her as everyone watches in horror.
YN chuckles, assuring them, “She’s fine, he is just parenting her how she needs to be as a hybrid.”
And it’s true.
When Harry kisses her wrist afterward, she scuttles into his arms and rest her head on his shoulder, signaling it was time for a nap on her mummy’s warm chest.
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How to Kiss (with fangs)
Characters: c!Techno x gn!reader
~Ask Link~
Summary: You and Technoblade are childhood friends and an innocuous visit to his cabin ended up trapping you with him for a week straight. While trying to annoy him, you asked how he kissed with his fangs, and you soon got a first-hand look at how it's done.
Warnings: None (it's fluff :3)
----------- This was for an ask! I hope you enjoy anon!! -----------
You set out on what was supposed to be a weekend trip, there to see Techno and get up to some mischief like old times. As kids, you’d ransack Phil’s house and harass Will together. No matter what happened, you two always ended up in some sort of trouble and Phil would have to come to rescue you.
You came to the cabin, partly out of boredom, at the worst time possible. The blizzard hit the night you arrived, trapping you in the house with Techno for a week. You were sure the storm had to let up soon, but every morning, the house was dark. The snow still piling up outside while you two huddled together for warmth, not that he needed it.
Eventually, he got tired of talking. He was never much for small talk, but especially now since you’d run out of even remotely interesting things to talk about. He tried to read to you, but you were restless.
“Hey!”
“I told you if you didn’t move, I’d just pretend you weren’t there.”
Earlier, trying to get his attention, you’d sat on the ottoman of his armchair, where he usually rested his feet while he read. You thought it’d bother him, but after asking you to move multiple times, he just decided to best you and he swung his legs onto your lap, trapping you there.
“Well, now I’m just going to annoy you until you move your legs.”
“Feel free,” He said, reaching for the book on the table next to him. He always looked studious with his reading glasses on, the little fangs poking out of his mouth being especially cute when he focused.
“Weather’s pretty crazy, huh?” You said for the second time that day, you know it got on his nerves, and so you made a point to asking as often as possible.
“Are you going to do this all night?”
“Until you let me get up.”
“You’re just going to annoy me somewhere else. At least here you’re predictable.”
He was right, you thought, but you might as well make the most of it. “Where’d you get these boots?”
“You know I make my own clothes.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you make stuff.” You poked his foot, pretending to look at the stitching. “I remember when I accidentally ripped your cape and you had to stitch it up.”
“Still mad about that.”
“Sorry,” You flicked the toe of the boot, “I mean, it was the first time I’d seen you sew. I didn’t know you knew how.”
“Mhm.”
This was getting nowhere. You huffed, looking at the fire that was roaring a minute ago, now only crackling away over a pile of ash. You’d have to add another log to the fire soon, but he wasn’t letting his feet up anytime soon. You were already getting cold.
“The fire’s dying.”
“Yep, thank god we’re both nether-dwellers,” He looked up sarcastically, “Oh wait, you’re not.”
“Techno,” You whined, kicking your feet against the foot of his chair.
“What?”
“Let me up, I want to stoke the fire,” You looked at him, pretending to shiver, “I’m already cold!”
“In a minute.”
Alright, well now it was back to your old tactics. If he wouldn’t respond to annoyance or pouting, you’d have to bring out the big guns.
“Remember when Phil caught you putting ice in Will’s pillowcase?”
“Yes, I do.”
“He deserved it,” You said, “But he brought you out in front of Will and made you apologize.”
“And then he made me apologize to you for pinning it on you.”
“I remember. Maybe I should put ice in your pillowcase for trying to pull one over on me.”
“I don’t keep ice in my house, you’d have to get from some outside,” He looked briefly at you, “And you’re already dying in here.”
So much for that plan. Maybe it wasn’t embarrassing enough, you had to dig deeper. “What about…” You drew a blank.
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever kissed anyone?”
His eyes looked up from his book, squinting at you, trying to read your expression.
“You know I haven’t,”
“I mean I dunno, you must keep some secrets from me…”
“But you have a habit of knowing everything about everyone, you’d probably somehow know before I did.”
“Good point.”
There was a pause, your train of thought got away from you, now you were just thinking about kissing him.
“How’d you think you’d kiss someone?”
He took a deep breath, “What do you mean?” “Like, with your fangs, how would you, ya know…” You made some elaborate hand gestures, which confused him more, “With the fangs and all…”
“Um, I guess I’d be really careful.”
“But how? Show me.”
His face went bright pink, ears nearly red. You hit the sweet spot. He moved his legs off of you, tucking them onto his chair, propping up his book. Victory. You stood, grabbing a log for the fire. You slowly brought the flames back to life, blowing lightly on the embers, igniting the driest bits of bark.
“No, but seriously,” You walked over to his armchair and put your head on the top of the chair, tilting your head to look at him.
“Seriously what?” His face was still slightly flushed.
“How do you kiss with the fangs? I’m actually curious.”
“I don’t know if I could describe it.”
“Well, I mean we’ve got time to waste.”
His eyes darted to you and then back to the book, taking mental note of the page number so he could come back to it.
“What are you saying?” He turned his body to face yours, getting awkwardly close. You backed up and his head followed you to the front of the chair, expression never changing.
“I mean,” You poked one of his fangs, testing its sharpness, “That could hurt someone,”
“You’re pretty tough,”
Now you had each other turning pink. You wanted to hide your face, but that would mean he’d be winning. Besides, you wanted to see if he actually had the guts to kiss you.
“Then do it,” you taunted.
He rolled his eyes and leaned in, inviting you to do the same. Am I really doing this? Am I kissing my best friend? You leaned in. He put his hand on your cheek to steady you, any wrong move would mean you’d have a tooth in your face.
You got close enough to see the details on the rims of his glasses, and you could make out tiny trios of skulls engraved in gold. Your lips were practically touching, and you whispered, “Careful, I don’t want to have to explain to Phil why my lip is busted,”
He pulled away ever so slightly, “Wait, how do I actually do this?”
You laughed. He didn’t think he’d get that far, he was just trying to psych you out, secretly hoping you’d go for it.
“Let's just try, we can figure it out as we go,”
He went back in, tilting his head, trying to get purchase on your bottom lip. “No, that's not right,”
“You got this, Techno.”
This time, you managed to get one, mouths closed.
“Alright, just let me,” You blurted, holding his face.
You went for it, full force, slightly startling Techno. You forced his lips open with your tongue, freeing his bottom lip of his fangs. From there he got the hang of it.
You both sat there for a while, exploring each other’s mouths. All things considered, he wasn’t a bad kisser. Something inside of you stirred, a long-buried crush on Techno reawakening at that moment.
You smiled into the kiss and put your arms around his neck. You swirled your tongue around his fangs, testing their sharpness, daring him to bite down. He didn’t, he was being cautious, almost like he sincerely enjoyed it.
You both parted for air, staring at each other for a while afterwards, basking in the moment.
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” You mocked, your face still burned bright pink and you felt hot to the touch.
“We should do this again sometime,”
“Maybe during a blizzard or something…”
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sentinelpri · 3 years
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Yellow Roses
The first time was a learning experience.
Bumblebee had been innocent to the ways of human gift-giving back then, unsure of what to get or where to get it, but after using the internet and looking up where to buy gifts for humans, he found that there was a gift shop down the street from where the Autobot base was, and he begged and pleaded with Sari for some of her allowance money “for something important”.
He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get. What he was sure of, though, was that he was completely enamored with you and had been since day one- and he couldn’t bring himself to confess yet, but if he didn’t channel his feelings somehow, they were going to burst.
But as he approached the gift shop on that sunny day in Detroit, no other than Optimus Prime walked out and bumped into him. Thankfully, before he could fall back at the impact, Optimus reached out and caught him, placing him back on his feet with one strong servo. 
“P-Prime, hey!” Bumblebee grinned and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. He knew he wasn’t guilty of anything nefarious, per say, but he had no idea how Optimus would feel about him being in love with a human and wanting to buy gifts for said human with money that wasn’t his. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh, nothing much...” The other Autobot blatantly lied and hid a bouquet of blue and gold flowers that Bee didn’t know the name of behind his back, face burning the brightest shade of red the smaller bot had ever seen it. “Are you looking for something in particular?”
“I don’t know, I mean, what do humans even like?” Bumblebee muttered without thinking, and upon seeing Optimus’s optics widen, he raised his servos defensively and shook his head. “I mean, uh-! Never mind! What’s up with the flowers?”
“Ah,” Optimus gave an awkward grin and held the flowers in front of him instead of continuing to hide them, probably realizing that it was too late and Bumblebee had already seen them. The younger bot wondered if they were for Optimus or for someone else, but he didn’t dare ask, only listening to his leader talk. “I learned that unlike some other organic planets, on earth, it’s considered rude to pick plants if they’re in close proximity to someone’s home or in front of a public building or park unless they’re a specific type called weeds, which flowers aren’t, but I wanted to buy some for someone, so I came here to pick them up after asking Sari about it. Are you gift buying, too?”
“Well, yeah, I guess you could say that,” Bumblebee looked away and held his forearm in one servo, anxiously shifting his weight between his stabilizing servos. It felt like him and Optimus Prime had reached into the cookie jar and caught each other. 
Bumblebee didn’t dare ask who the flowers were for even though he was dying to know in fear that Optimus would ask who he was at the gift shop for in return. An uncomfortable silence fell onto them momentarily, both of them quiet and staring at each other with the noise of traffic and the bustling Detroit citizens walking on the pavement who kept passing by to keep them company.
“I’ve been doing some reading since Sari’s birthday is in a few months,” Optimus tried to continue the conversation and cleared his throat. “The customs for gift giving can involve about anything when it comes to human girls, but the most common are flowers, books, chocolates, jewelry, clothing, video games, or gifts of practicality, which just seem to be hygiene products and things they can use in their daily lives. Gift cards and vouchers with money on them are also common, but considered less personable, so I wouldn’t go that route if you’re close with the one you’re buying for unless they specifically ask for it.”
“Oh... I gotcha. Good ideas, bossbot!” Bumblebee smiled again, the corners of his lip-plates sore from how forced it was due to his nerves.
What if Optimus had figured it out? That would defeat the whole point of his plan; buy you nice things and leave them at your door in the middle of the night without his name attached. It was simple and easy, but if Optimus knew before he even got to try it?
Well. That made it a lot harder.
Thankfully, though, Optimus gave him a nod and bid him a good afternoon, then walked away.
Bumblebee found himself letting out a sigh of relief.
Thank Primus...
...Hours later, Bumblebee regretted all of his life decisions. He was sitting, holed up in his room with one audial pressed up against your wall. It was a terrible habit of his, but he eavesdropped on you pretty frequently when he heard bits and pieces of you talking through the wall, and he was doing it right now.
He wasn’t sure how he had expected it to go, but when he dropped the bouquet of yellow roses at your bedroom doorstep when you were out for lunch and no one was in the halls, he had hoped that you would simply take the flowers, appreciate them, and never say another word. However, you were currently telling Sari about it, which made sense considering that the young girl dropped by your room often and asked you to do her hair or makeup as an excuse to spend time with you- you were an adult, a lot older than Sari, but the two of you got along very well considering that you were the only one who actually knew how to take care of her properly when Isaac Sumdac wasn’t around.
“I have no idea!” You exclaimed, no doubt in reference to the flowers. Bumblebee cringed. What if Sari made the connection that the money he had borrowed from her was for that? What if she told everyone, or what if you told everyone, and Prime realized why he was at that gift shop and let his secret slip? “I can only assume it was you or one of the guys, but like... I don’t know who.”
“Yeah, I have no idea! It wasn’t me, I would’ve just given ‘em to you. We should dig deeper, (y/n)!”
Oh. Oh, Primus, no. 
“I’m not sure, Sari, whoever it was probably dropped it off like that for a reason,” Bumblebee heard you sigh, and at the same time, he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe you would just forget about it and-
“Wait! Do you have a secret admirer!?”
Dammit. Maybe not.
“I... Highly doubt that, the only one I’d be interested in anyways is-” You started, and then cut yourself off in a way that made Bumblebee’s spark shatter and crumble into little pieces inside his chassis. You were single, but you were already into someone? What if it wasn’t him? He’d understand, of course- Prime was stronger, Prowl was smooth, Bulkhead was talented, and Ratchet was intelligent. Compared to them, he felt like he didn’t have much to offer you. Everyone around him was amazing, and he was just there, but... He loved you, and he wanted you to know how loved you were. So, whether you’d love him back or not, he’d keep giving everything he had to you; even if the way in which he went about it was indirect. “Actually, never mind, but your braids are done-”
“No, wait, you can’t just gloss past that!” Sari whined. Bee almost didn’t want to hear the rest of your discussion, but he couldn’t keep himself from listening. “Who is it, who is it!?
“Let’s just go play Animal Crossing in the living room, we can talk about all of that at a later date, yeah?” You offered, voice laced with both your amusement and confusion. 
“Fine, fine, but you have to tell me soon! Pinky promise.”
“Fine, pinky promise. Now let’s go.”
Bumblebee heard your door open and close, followed by what he presumed to be you and Sari’s footsteps in the hallway. The sound eventually dissipated.
The Autobot was left to lay back on his berth and stare at the ceiling with a huff.
You were telling others about the gift he left, trying to get to the bottom of it, and you were into someone or somebot he didn’t even know about.
What had he gotten himself into?
-
The second time, he felt a little better about it. It was a week later and he hadn’t heard any discussion of the subject amongst the other Autobots, so he assumed nothing had come from it.
But, as he lounged on the living room couch, he jumped upon you sitting down on the couch’s arm- right by where his head was laid.
It made sense that he had been jumpier around you over the past few days. Part of it was the usual I’m-in-love-with-you-and-super-tense-about-it jumpiness that he had become accustomed to, but it was made worse by the fact that he was guilty; guilty of keeping a secret from you, of indirectly lying to you. He could’ve done it the one time with the roses and let it die down after, but when you’d talked about your old game controller breaking the night before at the dinner table, he hadn’t been able to help himself- he went and got it along with a new bouquet of yellow roses, left it in front of your room later that night, knocked, and ran away.
It was the next day, and understandably, he’d been anxious about it. It was better than the first time, but he was just hoping you wouldn’t talk about it.
Of course, he was never that lucky, and you looked at him with the controller literally in your hands. 
“Hey, Bee, do you know anything about this?” You asked.
Had he been caught? Did you know? Or were you just trying to get information from him in case he knew something? Unsure, he decided to play it safe and act oblivious. 
“Huh? What’s that?”
“I’m taking that as a no, but someone left this new controller on my doorstep with a bouquet of roses? I needed a new one, but I only mentioned it to you and the others, so I think it’s one of you guys... But this is the second time I’ve received a gift without any name on it and I’m really confused. I’ve done some asking around, but the only one who seems to know anything is Optimus, and he won’t give me any hints and insists that he has no idea what I’m talking about.”
Great. So, Optimus probably realized why Bumblebee had been at the gift shop last week. Well... From what you said, it sounded like Optimus was at least decent enough to stay out of his business and keep the secret for him- or try to, at least. 
“Yeah? That’s weird, I don’t really know why he’d be like that about it... Wanna play Streetfighter?”
“Sure, but I’m just super confused, man,” You muttered, turning on the playstation and giving a frustrated huff. The game quickly turned on, and while Bee took the old controller, you connected your brand new one and chose your stage, your character being Akuma. Bee chose Ken to fight with and listened to you continue as the game started. “I thought the first time might’ve just been a one-off thing, but it’s happened again, and the flowers were one thing, but now it’s flowers and a new controller. Anyone else would be creeped out, and I’m not creeped out- more flattered than anything since I know it’s from you or one of the other Autobots- but this is really expensive... I’d at least like to be able to say thank you!”
“That makes sense, I think I’d feel the same way,” The black and yellow bot mumbled. The game had hardly started and he was already losing due to his inability to focus- it was so bad that he couldn’t even combat you when you crowded his character into the corner and kicked him over and over and over again. His health bar dropped to zero, signaling that you’d won round one.
Round two started, and he did a little better; actually jumping away from your cornering attempts and offering some blasts and punches, but by the time it ended, he’d only gotten you down to half health, and you were delivering your final blow. Ken fell to the ground, Akuma still standing. 
You didn’t even press replay despite being player one. No, instead, you let out a huff and stared at the ceiling. Bumblebee found himself resting his helm against your thigh without thinking, enjoying the warmth against his faceplates. You two were best friends, very comfortable with each other and with physical affection, so you didn’t mind it, only running a gentle hand over one of his audials in return. 
Both of you set your controllers down. It was obvious that both of you were so focused on the subject of your anonymous gifts that the game didn’t catch either of your interests like it usually would. 
“I might try to ask Optimus about it again tomorrow... Information extraction,” You joked, but Bumblebee quickly sat up and objected. 
“Wait, I don’t think that’s such a good idea!”
“Huh? Why not? He’s the only one who’s given me so much as a reaction,” You argued and stood up to turn the game system off, then started pacing around the room. “And I guess his eyes getting all wide ‘n stuff may have just been something else, but like... It’s all I’ve got to go on.”
“Yeah, but you know how the bossbot is,” Bee stood as well, trying his hardest not to look like he was in the midst of blowing a circuit from the panic that was currently taking over his processor. “He shuts down when you push him too hard. If he knows anything about it, you gotta wait for him to come to you with that sweet info.”
“You’re probably right, Bee, thanks for the advice,” You smiled, and then walked to him to put a hand on his shoulder plate. “I’m gonna go to bed, ‘kay? Goodnight.”
You looked into his optics, and oh Primus, he was gone; your eyes were such a beautiful shade of (e/c), and your smile was so beautiful, and you were so beautiful, and he was so in love-
Quickly, he realized that he was taking too long to respond, so he quickly stammered something out.
“G-Goodnight...” 
And then, you left, swiftly turning and walking out of the living room.
Bumblebee found himself letting out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he missed you desperately.
He wished he’d given you a hug goodnight.
And, as he stood alone in the dark living room, he thought back to how exactly he’d ended up in his current predicament; painfully in love with a human, giving them things without having the courage to do it face-to-face, life feeling like it was falling apart with every hour that passed without him being able to kiss you and tell you how much he loved you like he so desperately wanted to. 
He’d loved you from the very start, and as bold as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to tell you- he was just too scared, but...
What if this was what finally gave it away...?
-
The third time was what ended up blowing his cover. He should’ve left it alone, and he had told himself that after the last time- it was far too close of a call when you talked about Optimus knowing something, and he was so obvious with his own emotions during that, too... He wouldn’t do it again.
But then, he was shopping with Sari that day and saw a (f/c) hoodie that was just your size and style, and he decided you had to had it. So, when Sari was distracted at a different store, he got the hoodie, along with a new notebook, some pens, and a stuffed bee. He bought the gifts for you and put them in a nice gift bag with some paper, then left them by your door and disappeared before anyone could see him. 
He was sitting in the living room yet again. It was late at night, and though him and his team had spent most of that night playing board games and catching up with a movie playing in the background, they’d all went to bed hours ago, leaving him to think by himself.
He’d lost at every game; Uno, Monopoly, Candyland, Sorry, Cards Against Humanity, and Scrabble, all because he was staring at you the entire time. 
Why couldn’t he just get over himself and confess already? It was selfish to keep hiding from you, because what if the one you’d mentioned being interested in was actually him? And even if it wasn’t him, was it fair for you to think that he saw you as a friend when he was secretly in love with you? Was it fair for you to keep receiving gifts and never knowing who they were from? 
Speak of the devil, though- the second Bumblebee looked up from where he was standing in the middle of the room, you were leaning against the doorway, wearing the hoodie he’d bought you and a pair of pajama shorts. You looked sleepy with your (h/l) (h/c) hair a mess and your soft hands rubbing the bleariness out of your (e/c) eyes. 
“Bee?” You mumbled.
“(y/n), where’d you just come from? You look tired! You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m tired, but I’m fine. I was in the hallway, kinda waiting for everyone else to go to bed so I could talk to you, but... It took me a minute to come in here.” Bumblebee walked towards you and raised his optical ridge. His spark sank to the floor because oh Primus, was this it? Was it finally happening?
“Oh, uh... Why do you need to talk to me alone? What’s up?”
You averted your gaze and gently grabbed one of his servos with your hand, holding it tightly. Bumblebee took a sharp intake. You were about to start talking, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it. 
“I know it’s you,” You confessed with a guilty smile. Bumblebee froze in place and cringed. “I feel bad, but my curiosity was killing me, so I asked around some more and did a lot of prying- Optimus seemed like he was hiding something when I talked to him about it, so I pried until he gave up and told me that he suspected it was you; that he’d seen you at a gift shop the day I got the first bouquet, that he’d seen you lingering in the hallways the past few times I’ve gotten something, etcetera. He gave me enough details that I pieced it together, so... Yeah.”
“Well, at least it’s out of the way,” Bumblebee laughed out loud, and surprisingly, you smiled back at him. This wasn’t how he wanted it to come out, but he wasn’t sure it would have come out at all if not for this. “Getting human money without a real job is hard! Glad I could at least confess without having to do it so much that I went bankrupt.”
“Bee...” You started again, peering up at him, but he felt like he wasn’t ready for what was going to happen next. Were you about to reject him? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. 
“Well, now that that’s done, I’m gonna go ahead and go to bed! I could use a really good recharge right about now-”
“Bee-” You cut him off with a pout and gripped his servo, obviously not done, but he only continued in hopes that you would give it up and let him escape the situation. 
“Goodnight, (y/n)-”
“Bee!” You yelled and pulled him towards you by his wrist so you could get in his face. “For God’s sake, man, stop and listen to me talk for a second!”
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I just-” He tossed his hands up defensively, ready to spill his circuits out, only for you to cut him off.
“You don’t think I love you back, right? You’re such a dolt!” You exclaimed. 
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Bumblebee yelled back at you, processor only catching the insult before he thought back on ‘I love you back’ and froze. “...Oh. Sorry.”
“I mean I’ve loved you for months now! Even before I realized it, I think I would’ve been more than open to dating you at any point in time, I mean... You’re pretty great. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“Well, uh-” Bumblebee stopped and took in a deep intake, then sighed and linked your fingers with his digits so he could hold your hand properly. The anxiety that had been building up over you for so long now was finally leaving his body and being replaced by relief.“I don’t know. I feel kinda stupid now.”
“C’mere,” You mumbled and wrapped an arm around him. He hugged you back, taking you into his arms and resting his chin on top of your head... He could get used to that. You were warm and soft as you relaxed your body against his and allowed yourself to be held. You let go of his servo in favor of curling your hands and arms up by his chest. “Thank you for the gifts. They were really sweet and I loved them all, so... I’ll be sure to return the favor.”
“Return the favor? This is more than enough to return the favor!” He grinned, only hugging you tighter. “I’ve always wanted to just, like, hug you like this-”
“You can kiss me, too, if you want,” You offered, which had him pulling back to look down at you, spark lit aflame. 
“Really?” Bumblebee asked, just to be sure.
“Of course.”
There was a moment of silence; hesitance from both ends. It was true that, while both of you had been physically affectionate as friends, you’d never kissed, and Bumblebee had certainly never kissed a human. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, but he had no idea what to do now that it was actually happening. 
Thankfully, you took the initiative and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hands on the back of his neck. You looked up at him one more time before standing on your tip-toes so you could gently press your lips against his. Bumblebee was frozen still for a moment as he processed your warm, soft lips against his cool metal plating, but after the tension faded, he found himself resting his servos on your hips and melted into it. 
One kiss turned into many; again, again, and again, you moved your lips against his in a manner so intoxicating that he couldn’t get enough of it.
Eventually, though, you pulled away and smiled up at him, but now that he had gotten to kiss you like that, he couldn’t help but want more. 
“I, uh... I’m not sure the favor has been returned yet,” Bumblebee averted his optics from your eyes, able to feel his spark beating faster. “I might need one more kiss just to be sure-”
You chuckled, cutting him off by leaning up again and sloppily pushing your lips against his- and, with that, he was gone.
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cordria · 3 years
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Twin Cores - DP
Saw this headcanon on Tumblr… awhile ago? It stuck with me, and I ended up writing this, and now I can’t find it to give the person proper credit. Lemme know if anyone recognizes this idea and knows who came up with it. (heart) 
Was gonna do this idea for the Big Bang thing, but I forgot all about signing up. ;) Wonders. So I’ll just post it and come up with new ideas.
~2,700 words. 
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Danny floated high above the clouds, up where the air was thin and cold and the stars sparkled brightly overhead. It was terribly late, and Danny knew he’d be paying for this at school tomorrow, but this was always the best part of his week. He couldn’t come up here all the time, but when he cound, he always found himself relaxing. Hands behind his head, he floated on his back, studying the stars.
He let out a breath through his lips and brought a hand forwards to massage his chest, closing his eyes. Yesterday had not been good day. An accident with some of his parents’ technology had completely ruined his day. For reasons Danny didn’t understand, his chest had felt overly full since. Almost like he needed to cough up something - which couldn’t be, because his ghost form didn’t have any real lungs to cough with. 
With a groan, Danny stretched and rolled his body through a bunch of sharp loop-the-loops and twists, hoping maybe he could work out the kink. Nothing. Hopefully it wouldn’t prevent him from getting a good night’s rest. He was exhausted.
He floated for a few minutes longer, watching the sky and hoping for a meteor or two, slowly turning the overfull feeling over in his mind. He pushed and prodded at the odd sensation, trying to come up with what in the world it could be. 
It had to relate to his parents’ invention. Unfortunately, the day was a fuzzy blur in Danny’s memory and if something in particular had happened to him, he wouldn’t be able to remember it on his own. All he could do on his own was a vague understanding of what had happened.
Getting zapped with one of the newer devices yesterday had resulted in Danny getting split - again. His ghost half had fallen captive to the hero-like obsession of his core, and had gone on a hero-spree. A memory of rescuing a cat from a tree in a very overblown, comic-like way surfaced and Danny buried his face in his hands, embarrassed for himself. “Ugh, I hope nobody videoed that. Or anything else,” he muttered.
His human half had wandered aimlessly through the day, not knowing what to do with no driving force behind everything he did. Vague memories of eating pizza and not noticing the ghost haunting the place next door until Sam pointed it out filtered through the shadows. 
From what he remembered, it hadn’t been a horrible sort of day for either half of him. His ghost half had been allowed to play with his obsession all day and his human half had gotten to just be… human. But he’d been split for much longer than ever before; Tucker and Sam were unable to work through how the strange invention worked. 
Danny didn’t remember being much help with the endeavour. In fact, he sort of remembered his human half stealing the device, passing it to his ghost half, and the thing getting placed on top of the school for the afternoon. Jazz finally got it using some of the newer modifications to the Fenton’s vehicle that allowed it to fly. 
By the time the three of them figured out how to reverse the effects, it was late in the evening on the second day - more than 36 hours since being split. Phantom had started to turn more and more ghost, losing more of his humanity each hour, delving deeper and deeper into this hero obsession. His eyes had turned more ghostly, teeth sharpening, fingers turning into claws. Even a cape had started to mist into view.
Danny slowly ran his tongue over his teeth - they were still a bit too sharp - and pulled his hands far enough away from his face to glance at his fingers. They weren’t claws, not like many ghosts had, but… his fingers no longer really looked human. The changes that had happened to his ghost form the last two days appeared to be permanent, even now that they were rejoined back together.
Danny… didn’t want to think about that. Not yet.
And his human half had started to go through changes as well. Danny vaguely remembered - towards the end of the escapade, when he’d convinced himself that he didn’t want to be rejoined with Phantom - trying to avoid everyone and ending up in a tree, floating in a very inhuman way. His totally human form regaining some of its ghost powers.
Danny mentally poked at the odd, full sensation in his chest again. Perhaps it was that his ghost powers had grown while he was separated. Phantom hadn’t been exactly a half-a-ghost when they’d been slammed back together. And Danny had been just a bit of ghost too. Perhaps now he was somehow 60% ghost and 50% human… and his body was trying to adjust to being too much ghost. 
His mind poked at the sensation in his chest just a bit too hard. Danny slammed his eyes shut tight as he felt the sensation of transformation travel through him - lightning sharp and aching into his phantom bones. Panic set in a second later. He couldn’t transform up here - there wasn’t enough oxygen for his human form to breathe. He’d pass out and fall to his death. 
He gasped and threw his arms out, instinctively trying to grab something even though he was on the edge of the atmosphere, as the transformation arced through his arms and legs. He kept his eyes closed as he fumbled for his ghost side. He needed to transform back fast. His human side would already be aching to breathe, desperate for oxygen after the last hour of being in ghost form.
But his ghost side… was… 
Danny opened his eyes as he realized he wasn’t falling. As he realized his ghost form wasn’t something to grab for, because he was still a ghost.
“But…” he whispered, startled and confused. He’d felt himself transform. There was no mistaking the sensation that had swept through him. He looked around, almost as if the answer would be written in the air next to him.
Then the stars caught his gaze. He froze, mouth falling open, as he stared up at the sky. There were more stars than before, the whole sky alight with points of light. And he knew them - with each star he focused his eyes on, he knew what that star was. How far away it was, what it’s name was, what kind of star it was… 
Delight sparkled inside him as he let his gaze drift across the heavens. Stars he didn’t even know existed seemed to soak into his skin, whispering all their secrets in his ears. “How…?” he breathed, twisting around and around and looking everywhere he could. “Why?”
His gaze snagged on the moon, crescent-shaped and gleaming. He almost felt like he was drowning in it’s glow, feeling everything about it. The ice hiding in its craters. The human-built machinery peppering its surface. The soft warmth still coiling in its dying core. He could just… go there. He could be there in about three seconds. He could just…
He threw up a hand, blocking the moon’s glow, blinking hard and pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Holy shit,” he whispered, breathing hard, focusing on Earth, on human thoughts, on normalcy. “What is this?”
Then he saw his hand, thin fingers topped with sharp claws, glove missing. His forehead furrowed as he realized both his gloves were gone, as was the logo on his chest, and the white belt around his waist. A black shirt and black pants. His boots looked like his normal shoes, just moon-lit white. Actually, minus the claws and some color changes, he looked… like he had yesterday. “Uh… What is going on with me?” 
He could feel the pull of the stars overhead. He knew he could just lean back, put his arms behind his head, and float there, watching the sky forever. Just revel in space for all time. Instead, he kept his gaze down towards the tops of the clouds. 
At least the first step of what he should do now was clear. Whenever he was dealing with anything out of the ordinary, Sam and Tucker knew what to say. They’d help. He’d go home, grab his phone, and call them. 
Danny flew towards Amity Park-
-and suddenly drew to a stop. He twisted around, eyes wide, realizing that he’d somehow overshot his home by a dozen miles or more. “What the fuck?” he said. He’d only been flying for a moment - how was he all the way over here? “I…”
He licked his lips and tried again. He set his gaze on Amity Park and flew-
-right past Amity Park again. It was an eyeblink of time between one side of the city and the other. Danny hung in the air, confused and slightly annoyed. “What is going on?” he said. A new power, obviously - but one that had unfortunate timing. His fingers curled, the claws digging uncomfortably into his palms. “This is what I get for leaving my phone behind,” he groused. The phone wouldn’t have done well in the thin, cold atmosphere. Even if he’d have brought it with, there was no guarantee it would have still been working. 
“Are all my powers wonky?” Danny asked, raising his hand and pushing energy into his hand. Instead of a steady, gas-like glow, the energy sparkled and hissed, like he was holding onto an exploding firework. “Odd.”
His powers were working differently, so it was time to try using them differently. Time to change tactics. Instead of focusing on a direction, Danny focused his mind on a destination. He closed his eyes, picturing where exactly he wanted to end up. Opening his eyes and taking a deep breath, he tried to fly as slowly as possible.
The world seemed to blur and twist, glowing uncomfortably bright for the fraction of a second Danny allowed himself to be in motion. When the world settled back into place, Danny found himself hovering about ten feet off the ground, within the city of Amiry Park, only about a half-mile from his house. “That worked a lot better,” he said, rather pleased with himself.
Instead of chancing another attempt at flying, Danny figured he’d turn himself human. A ten foot drop wouldn’t be too bad, and he could walk home. It would be the least-tricky way to get home. He took a moment to worry that this new power would prevent him from turning human as easily as normal, but then slammed that idea shut and closed his eyes. 
Danny pushed his ghost form away, pulling at that warm and heavy feeling in his mind. There was a sparkling sensation in his mind, then the sharp pain that came with turning himself human again. He dropped, landing lightly on his toes, breathing a heavy sigh of relief that at least this was still normal. He bounced a few times, testing out a few basic powers - invisibility seemed to work like normal, as did phasing through things. He didn’t try floating, for fear of accidentally ending up two towns over and two hundred feet above the ground in human form.
He walked home, rubbing his chest at that strange, too-full sensation, and snuck in the back door. Despite the fact that all the lights were out, he kept himself invisible to avoid his parents. It was so far past curfew that Danny didn’t even want to think about the trouble he’d be in if they realized he was still out. 
His bedroom door was still locked. Danny phased through it, flipped on the lights, and dumped himself into his bed. “Ugh,” he groaned, feeling the drain of the last two days on his body. He glanced over at the clock. Just before two in the morning. Part of him wanted to just curl up in his bed and fall asleep, try to get a few hours of sleep before tackling school tomorrow. But too much of him had a tight ball of anxious curiosity.
He groaned as he rolled out of bed and stepped in front of his mirror. He looked awful. Dark rings under his eyes and a horrible, pale tone to his skin. He looked half dead. “On the positive side, nobody will question it if I want to stay home sick tomorrow,” he muttered. He shuddered and shifted his weight, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then triggered the transformation.
His ghost form spread like lightning across his skin, slammed through his head, and settled into his chest like a cold ball of fire. He squeaked one eye open just a touch, not sure of what he was going to see. 
Phantom was peering back at him. Danny relaxed, letting his eyes open, and studied himself. From more than a few feet away, he looked absolutely normal. But up close, there were minor changes from the last few days. Teeth that were too pointy. Fingers that were a little more claw-like than normal. Hair that was more… smokey. Just a little. His mouth twisted, unsure of how he felt about the changes. “At least there’s no cape,” he murmured. “I’d look too much like Vlad with a cape.”
He squared his shoulders, set his teeth, and tried flying. He floated up and moved around his bedroom like normal. “So normal.” He caught sight of his claws and shivered. “Mostly.”
“Now…” He took a deep breath and jabbed hard at the over-full feeling in his chest. He was half-hoping nothing would happen. But light sparkled along his body, that tingling almost-painful sensation changing him in very subtle ways. His clothes changed from a jumpsuit to shirt and pants, his shoes looked like they would squeak on the floor as he walked. He was still glowing and transparent. “I’m… a different ghost?” He spread out his arms, feet firmly on the floor afraid to hover. “And I have like… superspeed.”
He took a very careful step forwards, peering closely at himself in the mirror. His eyes looked the same, with the normal green glow. His teeth were sharper, canines almost like little fangs. And… he leaned in, studying his freckles. They glowed, star-like, forming constellations across his skin. 
His mind veered off tangent, remembering the stars overhead, the glittering facts that swirled through his mind, the odd bubbling joy that came with even thinking about space. The freckles on his cheeks rearranged themselves into the constellation Draco, and sparks and speckles swirled into life across his clothes. A supernova that resolved itself into the stars overhead. Danny could trace the stars in his clothes, knew everything about each star. He was caught by the strongest urge to fly there. To zip through space to Alrakis, a binary star system eighty-eight light years away. It would only take him 221 years, 5 months, and 3 days…
Danny jerked himself out of his thoughts. He couldn’t fly for over two hundred years. He shuddered and blinked, settling back on his heels. The glowing freckles on his face settled down, his clothes faded back to black. The familiar sort of pitch-black of space. The sort of black Danny imagined the universe looked like before stars existed. “I have space powers now,” Danny realized, his voice slow and excited. “I have space powers! I’m a space ghost!”
Curious, Danny poked at that over-full feeling in his chest again. The world tingled and flashed, and he was back to his old self. Phantom, with the logo and the better posture and the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. “I’m two ghosts, somehow? Two ghosts… and a human...” Danny stared at himself in the mirror. “Or...” he rested his hand on his chest, feeling that strange overly-full feeling. “Or something…?”
Danny shook his head, not sure where to even begin processing that one. Then he turned himself human again, watching the world get dark as the ghost energy faded away. He scratched at his scalp, trundled over to his bed, and dropped into its softness. 
There wasn’t much he knew right then. The first was that space powers were the coolest power he could have gotten. And the second was that all this would be easier to process after a few hours of sleep and a large cup of caffeine. 
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Happy birthday!🎉
I’m not sure this is what you’re looking for but I gave it my best shot!😅
In her quest to dig up some dirt on her infuriatingly apathetic knight, Zelda discovers Link’s secret horde of cheesy romance novels, how does she proceed?
This turned into a whole *thing*. -_-
Part 1
Zelda stormed down the hallway, her sleeves and dress billowing behind her, the rage on her face keeping everyone at bay. Maids ducked into side rooms and guards suddenly heard someone calling for them. Good. Let them hide. At least if they were elsewhere, she wouldn't have to hear them whisper about her inadequacies.
She wouldn't have to hear them compare her to him.
Everyone thought he was so great. Well, she'd had enough of that. She was going to barge into his room, protocol be damned, and demand that--that--that he feign some inadequacy. That he go away forever. That he reveal all his deepest darkest secrets to her so she would have something. Anything.
Maybe even knowing that his room was a mess would make her feel better. Guards left their stinking socks on the floor all the time, right? Crashing into a boy's bedroom unannounced was sure to reveal some sort of moral failing--not that she'd hold it over him. She'd just let the thought warm her that he was not--in fact--perfect.
But no. When she slammed open his door so loudly that it bounced against the wall behind it, the place was immaculate. Almost as if no one lived there.
And Link was nowhere to be seen, which took some wind out of her sails, as she would very much like to glare at him.
The bed was neatly made. There were weapons placed neatly on a rack on the wall and the armor he no longer wore was neatly arrayed on a dress form in the corner. The desk looked as if it were never used, which did not surprise her. Maybe that was his fatal flaw...And yet everyone would prefer if her desk looked the same. He had a chest tucked against the foot of his bed, and in a fit of pique, she stomped up and opened it, irritated to find that his clothes were neatly folded and completely uninteresting.
She really shouldn’t dig through his clothes. She knew there was nothing there that would make her feel better. But she'd come this far, and her momentum carried her, flipping through tunics and undershirts, whose uninteresting state mocked her for being petty and cruel and invasive.
And then her fingers brushed something hard. She paused, then lifted the whole stack of shirts to reveal a row of books. Rows of books.
She gaped. Link was an avid reader?! That was her thing! Link was not allowed to be smart. And how dare he hide this part away deep under a pile of clothes. To think, the characteristic they surprisingly shared was for him a deeply held secret! That was just insulting. Goddess, she hated him.
She pulled out one of the books, which was thin and small and poorly bound, the edges of the pages soft and curled as if it had been read repeatedly. She flipped it open randomly and skimmed a few sentences.
Then blinked. And re-read them.
Her brow furrowing deeper and deeper, she realized several things in a stumbling order. First, she was reading an explicit sex scene, which when she flipped forward and backward appeared to go on for quite some time. She turned to a completely different part of the book only to find more of it. Secondly, she realized that it was a novel. At least, the characters had names. Whether they had conflicts was yet to be determined. Then she realized that Link had a trashy novel hidden in his trunk. No! Link had many trashy novels hidden in his trunk.
Finally, she realized that she was sitting on the floor of Link's room, having dug through his belongings, and was now reading a trashy novel with the door open.
Her face was bright red. She needed to get out of there. She needed to...oh no! Someone could find her here.
She hurriedly put the stack of shirts back, making sure they looked as if they hadn't been touched. Then she rushed from the room, peeking out to check the hallway in both directions that no one would spot her. She closed the door silently behind her, wincing as she realized what a scene she'd made upon entering.
She made it half way to her room before realizing she still had the novel in her hand! Her eyes widened and her heart pounded in her ears. She tucked it into her sleeve, swallowed hard, and tried to not look so flustered.
Part 2
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Bugs and Hisses ✧ Draco x Reader
Summary: Halloween with Draco <3 Friends into BOO’s (teehee)
Warnings: mild drinking nothing tooo crazy but not encouraging it !
Words: 5.2K
A/N: this is my first one shot in like a month and i ofc had to do something for halloween even tho im a tad late but its still a halloweekend KIND OF !!!!!!! </3 I HOPE ITS GOOOD
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“No, it’s a stupid holiday.”
Draco crossed his arms in a stubborn child-like way, a scowl on his face as he stared forward towards the front of the class where Snape was giving a lecture on the small but vicious Erkling creatures.
“Come on, please,” you pleaded quietly. Your gaze kept flickering between your easily-irked professor and the pouting blond beside you, hoping that in a few short seconds you would get the answer you were hoping for that way you could get back into your notes instead of possibly getting a detention or losing house points.
In all the years you’ve been friends with the Prince of Slytherin, you learned that he loathed the holiday and any festivities that came with it. Every year, you beg him to go out to one of the many parties that are thrown ranging from small gatherings to full-on blowouts or just do something halloween related with you, but he always refuses. His reasoning, as he put it, was that he was simply ‘too mature to be dressing up as a foul creature.’
You knew he mostly spent the holiday either asleep in his dorm or walking around aimlessly with Crabbe and Goyle to target unsuspecting first-years after the big feast but this year, you finally had enough of his anti-halloween agenda. You wanted to spend the evening and hopefully night with him laughing by your side and showing him how fun everything could be, but most of all - you wanted to see him in a costume.
“Please, if you go I will never ask you for anything ever again,” you tried again once Snape had turned his back to the class. 
Draco pursed his lips as though he was genuinely considering it, his eyes still locked on the back of the greasy-haired professor before he turned slightly to you with a deep sigh. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be an annual thing.”
You gave him a bright smile, holding yourself back from jumping around in your seat and completely pushing aside the desire to throw your arms around him in excitement.
“I promise you’ll have fun.”
He hid the small smile that grew on his face from seeing how happy his answer made you, turning his head down towards his parchment filled with notes that all of a sudden seemed interesting as he avoided your gaze. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was the smallest bit of excited at the thought of spending the holiday with you because he knew that wherever you went or whatever you did, he would be perfectly content with you by his side because for the first time in all your years as friends; he realized only a month ago that the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around you or the weird overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his entire body like an ocean of water breaking through a dam - was a crush. He hated it at first, noticing and begrudgingly acknowledging it. He thought it was cliche that he somehow fell for one of his closest friends and mostly, he thought that he was going to ruin the friendship entirely. He wanted to wreck it himself, trying to distance himself from you and being extra mean - but he couldn’t.
He adored your company too much and everything that came with you. He adores your laugh, your smile, your hugs when you greet him and how you somehow give him one each time he needs it the most. He adores the study-buddy system you guys have almost every other week before a quiz or an exam. He adores your bad jokes and clumsy accidents even though those qualities annoy him with anyone else. He adores the way you want him to join you in everything fun you and he especially adores the times when he overhears you talking about him as if he’s your favorite person in the world.
Bottom line, he’s all about you.
So when this season of spookiness came, he was expecting your pleading for him to spend the day with you. Only this time, it only took you a couple times before he ultimately agreed to give in to you.
You were ready to explode with thrill at the thought of what the night held in store for you and you didn’t hide it one bit. When the big Hogwarts Hallowe’en feast was over and every one began spilling out from the Great Hall and into the main foyer, you were searching restlessly for a clean mop of silver hair that almost always stuck out in the mass of students. You weren’t sure if you were able to spot him anywhere in under a few seconds because he was unimaginably important to you, or because his hair was so uniquely bright, or maybe it was how boisterous and loud Crabbe and Goyle always were when they were by him, especially if he was with other Slytherins - but you found him, every single time with ease.
After standing on your tippy-toes several times to overlook the stampede of everyone, you finally spotted Draco leaning across a pillar with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face while he stood in a circle of his House friends that included his two goons and his quidditch teammates. You watched him thoughtfully as you approached, taking slow steps towards the group to admire him from afar and also because they were all slightly intimidating. He looked lost in the conversation, laughs escaping from his upturned lips as he listened to whatever was being said, large pale hands running through his hair every so often when the front pieces of his hair would flop down to his forehead. 
He looked ridiculously good and effortlessly at that.
You weren’t sure if you should interrupt, hesitating a few feet away from them to where they couldn’t sense your presence but you were close enough to see and hear them clearly.
“We’ll see you later tonight then, Malfoy?” One of the boys nodded towards Draco.
“I’ll show up for a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs.
You see him look around the circle of boys, eyes landing on you momentarily and then back to his friends before doing a double-take towards you again in surprise. You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach when his smile widens slightly into a short-lived toothy grin while he said a quick goodbye to his friends causing them all to disband and him to start approaching you.
“Are you ready for the halloween of a lifetime?” You ask as he neared.
He rolled his eyes, laughing faintly. “Where am I meeting you, darling?”
The nick name he used so rarely for you made your knees feel weak, a warm blush rushing up your neck and inching onto your cheeks that you knew was going to be very apparent on your face in a few seconds.
“I’ll meet you right here in an hour,” you say quickly.
You didn’t give him time to answer before you turned quickly in the direction of your common room and began rushing away before he could see the effect he had on you that was so clearly appearing on your face.
You didn’t know what the night held for you and Draco or where it would lead you. Unknowing to you, you were both hoping something more could come out of the evening between the two of you. But he wasn’t one to express himself in that department of feelings and you weren’t feeling bold enough to say anything about yours. It was a gray area of hoping that fate could somehow intervene and throw the two of you into what you both wanted without either of you really saying anything - but it was impossible. There was no outcome or situation you had in mind that could lead you into that, so you were stuck desperately hoping that one day things might end up differently.
It was beginning to feel ironic how in your world full of real tangible magic, there wasn’t a magical solution to your problem. You were trapped feeling like a muggle who had to figure things out by themselves, no magic included. The thought of giving him a love potion did cross your mind as a joke, but it wasn’t a genuine or fair option but little did you know, you don’t need a potion for him to feel the same way - because he already did.
Walking into your dorm felt like an exuberant disaster of everyone running around and sitting in front of mirrors with their makeup or dressing into their costumes. It was noisy and filled with chatter and you were in shock from how much clutter everyone was able to make in such a short period of time from when the feast ended to now. A simple spell would clean everything up so you and everybody else didn’t really pay it any mind. 
You maneuvered around the mess of your housemates and towards your bed where your costume was kept in the trunk underneath it, plopping down onto the floor to pull it from the underskirt of your House colored bedding.
“Did he finally say yes?” Your closest roomie friend jumped onto your bed, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands as she watched you dig through your bottomless trunk. 
“Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, hiding the smile on your face. 
She drawled out a teasing ‘ooh,’ poking your arm lightly with her index finger as you shied away and leaned deeper into your trunk. She was the only one who you willingly admitted your crush to as she was the only person you really trusted to not blather it off to someone.
“Will I be seeing you two in the Slytherin common room?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “The boys are throwing a party and I luckily got an invite, you know how they are. So picky with who shows up.”
“You mean they’re pretentious?” You laugh. “But I don’t know if we’ll be going to it. I know Draco obviously got invited but I was thinking we could do other things.”
“Like what?” She questions as if she knew it was going to be something dirty. “I know a few secret spots around the castle-”
“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” you smack her arm lightly. “I honestly have no clue what to do. I didn’t think he’d actually agree because he never does.”
She runs her hands over her face, stifling her laughs of disbelief before she sighed loudly. “I still suggest some broom closets, hidden out of sight.”
You sit up, pushing her from where she was lying while she laughed amusingly at your false horrified reaction that you put on to hide the fact from her that what she was suggestion really was what you wanted. 
“I’ll leave you alone so you can get your costume on,” she smiles, jumping up from your bed and tossing one of your pillows at you as she walked away. You let out a huff, tossing it back onto your duvet before setting your costume down on the spot your friend was lying in.
You stared at it hesitantly, all of a sudden feeling nauseous at the thought of going out later with Draco as if it was some sort of date even though you knew it wasn’t. It was just two friends, hanging out, doing some spooky and fun Halloween activities together and nothing more; so why were you feeling so nervous? You weren’t sure if it was your instincts warning you of something major that was approaching or the fear that what you didn’t have planned was going to bite you in the arse when you continuously told Draco he was going to enjoy himself when you didn’t even know if that was going to be true. You didn’t want to disappoint him and mess it up for you in the future when the holiday came again and you didn’t want this to be the first and last time you experienced it with him. 
The pressure was raining down on you like thick, hard pieces of hail with no end in sight.
As you were getting dressed and doing your makeup for your costume as you liked, (i’m trying to be vague for your own imagination teehee) all you could think about was what in the hell you were going to do once you met up with the Prince of Slytherin. Your train of thought was then derailed into wondering what he was going to be dressed up as or if he was going to be dressed up at all considering the way he is. He was the type to make fun of people who dressed up, that you knew when you ran into him last year as you were walking back to your common room with your friend, both of you in costume and victims of his gentle bullying. He obviously went easier on the two of you since you were there, telling you he was just messing around afterwards and saying he liked yours but once you were out of his sight but still in ear-shot, you heard him and his two minions berating a small group of people that unfortunately passed by them. 
You gave yourself one last look in the floor mirror, letting out a long shaky exhale with your hands clasped together before you started towards the way out of your dorm, through the common room, and ultimately towards the foyer outside the Great Hall where Draco was most likely waiting for you. An hour had gone by since you last saw him, an hour of stress and panic that hadn’t slowed down or stopped.
Your shoes dragged against the stone floors, hugging yourself tightly as you walked nearer towards the spot where you were supposed to meet and as you lifted your gaze - you saw him there, staring right at you with a small grin and just like you expected, no costume.
“Nice costume,” he compliments when you reach him. 
“Where’s yours?” You frown.
“I’m not dressing up. That’s embarrassing,” he shakes his head. 
You scoff, crossing your arms. “You’re the only one not dressed up, that’s embarrassing.”
You don’t know why it was irritating to you that he wasn’t in costume, even if you knew he wasn’t. You figured it was because you were trying to overpower your nervousness with different more consuming feelings, and much to your and Draco’s dismay, it worked. 
You weren’t nervous anymore, just irked.
“I’m staying like this, take it or leave it.”
You rolled your eyes, staring him down and hoping that he would change his mind but he wouldn’t. He was ridiculously stubborn.
In the heat of the moment of a fleeting thought, you decided that if he wasn’t going to be in costume, you would put him in one or at least a hint of one. You pulled your wand out, pointing it onto his striking white hair and with one easy spell, his hair was now a flaming vibrant red.
“Y/N!” He growled, running towards the closest thing that would show off his reflection where he let out a string of frantic curse words. “I look like a bloody Weasley.”
Your laughter caught him off guard, the sound ringing in his ears like music that spread warmth throughout him. You were clutching at your stomach with one hand and pointing at him with the other, giggling wildly at the sight of him with hair that did not suit him at all. He smiled to himself, your glee rubbing off on him abruptly that ate away quickly at his anger.
“You should’ve given me some ratty old hand-me-down robes and I’d look just like Ron,” he notes.
“That’s rude, Draco,” you say still laughing. He smirks, leaving the shiny statue of a knight in armor where he was checking his reflection and back over to you where you were still stuck in between doubling over in laughter and watching him. 
“I’m glad this is funny to you,” he muses. He begins digging into the pocket of his dress pants, taking your vulnerability as a chance for him to tap his wand to the top of your head and before you could react, your whole hair had turned a deep green.
Your laughter immediately ended as you ran towards the suit of armor, your grimacing reflection staring back at you with deep Slytherin green hair and a distorted Draco behind you doubling over just like you were moments ago.
“This looks,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the scowl on your face saying enough for you as you turned bitterly towards Draco. 
“Great?” He suggested, his guffawing subsiding into airy chuckles as you stood in front of him. Yours picked up again as you stared up at him, his striking bright red hair looking terribly unfamiliar on him. He was looking down at you, his heart jumping at the sight of you holding back your laughter. “You really do look dashing by the way.”
You swallowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that had settled around the castle and easily hid the scarlet brush appearing on your face. “But my hair is green.”
“Green is my favorite color.”
You opened your mouth to speak, your stomach and heart dropping simultaneously as your mind went completely blank. You pretended to not notice how he took a step closer to you to where he was almost fully against you and he pretended not to notice the way your lips were parted and how your chest was rising and falling a little too heavily as if you were nervous. It was game over for you when his gaze flickered down towards your lips and then back to your eyes, his head leaning down just the slightest like if he were waiting for you to meet him halfway. You were about to get closer to him, about to let your eyes close and give in to what you believed was him wanting to kiss you - but the world had other plans.
“Malfoy! There you are!” Someone boomed, clambering up the steps from the direction of the dungeons. You both jumped away from each other, your attention diverted to the Slytherin boy that interrupted the moment. “Malfoy come on, the party! And you can bring her too.”
You frowned when the boy came up to the two of you, clearly tipsy, dressed as a stereotypical vampire, and over-excited with the fact that Draco was out and willing to participate in Halloween festivities. It seemed like it bothered the now red-head when he looked to you and then back to the Slytherin boy with an apprehensive expression.
The boy, sensing the pause in the air, grabbed onto both you and Draco’s arms and started dragging the two of you towards the Slytherin common room where although the stone walls were thick, the sound of people celebrating inside were easily slipping past the stone slabs. He spoke the password out quickly and as soon as the entrance was open, you were both shoved inside into what looked like the largest party you had ever witnessed in all your years at Hogwarts. It was packed and filled with what looked like half of the school, or at least a huge majority of fifth-years and up. It was loud with music booming from a brand new wizarding-world radio in the middle of the room currently playing a song from the Weird Sisters. It smelled like a mixture of everyone’s perfumes and colognes and like firewhisky. The boy that pushed you two inside quickly passed you two cups of the very potent firewhisky before downing the third one he had in his hand and disappeared into the crowd while screaming for you to enjoy yourselves.
You both stood awkwardly away from the big and rowdy crowd, your drink clenched tightly in your hand against your chest and Draco swishing his around while it was still in the cup.
He wanted to up and run, thinking that someone was going to make a comment about his hair or about him being there, but no one seemed to pay attention to him or that he was there and in a way, he felt relieved by it and less tense by the second. 
“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You yelled over the music, putting a hand over his arm that was holding his drink up. You didn’t mean to, but you were glad you did because he glanced down at the contact with a small smile before looking back up to you.
“We got dragged here, remember!” He yelled back. 
“What?” 
“We got dragged here!”
“I can’t hear you!”
He rolled his eyes, bending down towards your ear to repeat himself one last time before you finally heard him over the mayhem around you.
“This is crazy!” You looked around the room, the sight of all the bodies and recklessness being too much as they were all more than likely drunk and oblivious to how stuffy and suffocating the room was becoming.
You looked down at the golden brown liquid sloshing around in your cup, wondering whether or not you should take it, but with the nervousness you felt coming back, it didn’t take you much longer to decide to down your cup and allow the liquid courage to seep into your veins. Draco watched you with amusement, chuckling to himself when you scrunched up your face in disgust from the burn he knew it caused as it went down your throat. He shook his head, deciding to drink his too and it was only minutes that passed before the drink was quickly becoming apparent in your systems. There was something about Firewhisky that always made its mark promptly and it really was courage in a bottle that you were glad was available to you in that moment because you were sure that in just a few minutes you were close to fainting.
You were beginning to sway faintly to the music, the rhythm sounding more loud but distant and more invigorating. You didn’t care anymore if anyone was watching or that Draco was observing you curiously just as he was beginning to lose all sense of holding himself back. He was inching closer to you, his head moving slightly to beat of the song and pure joy etched onto his features when your eyes met his.
“I keep forgetting I turned your hair red!” You yelled up to him, laughing loudly when he ran his hand through it. In your moment of confidence, you reached up and lightly ran your fingers over one of the front pieces hanging over his forehead. He didn’t stop you, his heart hammering against his chest from the drink and his overwhelming crush that was clouding all his senses. “Your hair is so soft!” 
He wanted to pin you up against the wall right then and there. You were peering up at him, just as you were before you were dragged inside by one of his Housemates and as soon as he was about to kiss you. 
“Do you want to get out of here?” He knew to bend down this time for you to hear him to which you responded with a fervent nod. You took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the exit of the common room and he let you lead him into the coldness of the dungeons that bit at his cheeks. It was a stark difference from the warmth inside, the crisp October air being more chilled than what either of you were expecting. It felt nice against your flushed skin and easier to breathe, especially once after the common room closed again and you could hear was muffled talking and music.
Neither of you were drunk and were still aware of pretty much everything, mostly the feelings stirring inside you both that was begging either of you to make a move towards the other. You were just a tad tipsy, and so was he, but it was enough for you to still enjoy the night without the initial awkwardness that oddly settled in between you. It was weird, considering how open and talkative you usually were with each other but there was something about the evening that made it feel like if you didn’t know each other.
“What now?” He asked you with a raised brow, his hand slipping into his pocket.
You smiled, an idea coming to your head that you knew he would love and you didn’t mind doing in the name of Halloween. “Do you want to go mess with people?”
He stared at you with widened eyes, “bloody hell, I love you.”
There was nothing that could have prepared you for his response, your own eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. He felt his face get hot in embarrassment, Merlin, he felt so stupid. He was mentally smacking himself in the head, desperately wishing he could bury himself seven feet under the Earth and staying there until the end of time.
He was about to play off what he said in a joking way, but for the second time that night he was interrupted by a couple that stumbled out of the common room drunkenly snogging each other’s faces off and wholly oblivious to you and Draco standing there in lingering panic. You jumped back into his arms when the couple staggered past you, almost knocking you over in the process of their makeout session and it annoyed you beyond belief. It annoyed you that they were in your way, annoyed that they interrupted you, annoyed that it wasn’t you in their position with the one you wanted. 
You dug your wand out of your pocket, flicking it their way as they rolled onto the wall, still in each other’s hold until the hex that flew from your wand hit the boy causing him to stagger back from the girl and holding his nose in pain. You heard Draco laugh from behind you when bats began to fly out from the boy’s nostrils while the girl screamed and ran away from one of the bats that swept down onto her head. The bats flew out of the dungeon and up the stairs with the boy struggling loudly the whole way up until his panicked screams were no longer heard.
“That was a perfect bat-bogey,” he looks at you proudly. “I feel bad for that poor bloke’s nose.”
“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed jokingly. 
When the sound of the door opened again, you both ran to hide behind a long drape against the wall that didn’t hide your shoes very well and pressed up against your bodies that’s shapes were no doubt visible from the opposite side.
You heard footsteps trail haphazardly down the corridor, their back seemingly facing you and as you both peeked your heads out from behind the drape, Draco nodded towards the boy and pointed his wand towards him. 
“Slugulus Eructo,” you heard him whisper and a stream of green light from his wand hit the back of the boy’s head and as he turned around in surprise while doubling over in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth as slugs began to slip past the spaces between his fingers. When he stood up to run away, you noticed it was the same boy from earlier that stopped you two from the almost kiss and dragged you to the party. You let out a string of giggles as he ran away just like your last victims.
“This is so mean,” you chortle, leaning into him from behind the drape in an attempt to get closer to him. You were feeling bolder when he beamed down at you, feeling happy knowing that although the night was still young, he was having fun. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know you don’t like Halloween.” You say quietly.
“You finally convinced me, it’s not that bad,” he grins.
“Why’d you hate it in the first place?”
The question seemed to strike a nerve but the Firewhisky still flowing freely in his veins tore away easily at his defenses so instead of avoiding your question entirely like he usually would, he frowned and let his guard down.
“I don’t hate it,” he answers apprehensively. “My father never let me celebrate it. He never let me dress up. He told me respectable wizards don’t partake in holidays like these.”
His pout made your gut twist in sympathy, your hand instinctively going into his as you squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s never too late to start celebrating. Besides, I don’t see him here stopping you.”
He smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his stained-red hair falling over his eyes as he looked down to his shoes.
“You have a point, darling.”
The door of the common room opened again and what you suspected to be another snogging couple to stumble out from the sound of heavy breathing and multiple shoes scuffling about was something completely different.
“Glad Malfoy stayed with someone else today.” It was Crabbe.
“Yeah, he never lets us go to these parties,” Goyle responds. “Go ahead and thank Y/L/N for freeing us, he fancies her like a fool.”
“Reckon we should go look for them?”
You figured Goyle nodded to him like the blathering idiot he was because in a few short seconds they were running away up the same steps everyone else had. 
You peered up slowly at Draco who was already gaping at you like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The gears in your brain were spinning wildly with happiness, the gossip hopefully being proven true when he didn’t try to deny it. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours, cheeks tinged with pink from both the firewhisky and sudden shyness and his warm cinnamon breath fanning your face as he looked down at you.
“I can explain,” he finally said.
He didn’t need to; you placed your hands gently on his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you and pressing your lips against his, catching him completely by surprise. His eyes were wide at first, his body rigid and his lips unmoving, but once it finally clicked that this was real and no longer a fantasy that played like a broken record in his head, his lips moved fervently against yours with the rest of his body following. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers squeezing at the hem of your bottoms and his body pushing even further into yours.
Your bottom lip caught lightly in between his teeth as you reluctantly pulled away from him, the both of you breathing raggedly as you searched each other’s eyes.
“I feel the same,” you said softly. “Happy Halloween.”
He smashes his lips hungrily against yours again, his ego growing with each gasp of a delight that escapes your mouth as your hands roamed and tangled themselves into his magically colored strands.
“Very...happy...halloween,” he mutters against your lips in between kisses, a dazy smile adorning your face while he tightened his arms around you.
You just couldn’t wait until next year.
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A Burnt Offering
Ship: Dabi x f!reader
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: Your long lost childhood friend sends you letters. And then everything falls apart. Or perhaps together? Otherwise known as “Dabi wants you. And Dabi gets what he wants.”
Warnings: dubcon, non-consensual voyeurism, stalking, manipulation, spitting, dacryphilia, size kink, overstimulation, creampie, cock warming, unprotected sex
A/N: Spoilers for ch. 290 kinda!!! Don’t think too hard about how they’re childhood friends. Not going to be canon compliant cause i make the rules uwu,, also this is a little darker than what I’ve written in the past, (but still pretty soft all things considered) so please read the warnings!!!
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“Dreamed of peach trees. Dreamed, again, of drowning. Dreamed of highways becoming rivers. Dreamed of me, my long hair in flames, my body no longer a body, but a burnt offering, strange smoke rising up to meet him” - Nicola Maye Goldberg
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The first letter you received was a little out of the ordinary, but nothing special. It had been left under your doormat, sticking out ever so slightly. You had brushed it off, assuming they had gotten the address wrong, or meant to send it to the person who lived in your apartment before you.
The right thing would’ve been to leave it there, or throw it away. But curiosity is a fickle beast, choosing to rear its head at strange times.
You furrow your brows, eyes scanning the words hastily scratched onto the paper. It felt familiar, but nothing truly stuck with you. You couldn’t think too hard about it, now when you had so much to get done.
It was a random occurrence, one that slipped your mind as you went about your day, the letter sitting on your kitchen counter.
hey,
we haven’t talked in a while. i miss you i guess. i swear to god i sometimes still feel your hand in mine and sometimes i think of your smile. maybe I’ll see you soon.
It’s left unsigned, and you can’t help but to feel bad that it got sent to you. But there’s no return address, nothing to hint at where it’s supposed to go. So it sits on your counter, slipping out of your mind in the following weeks.  
The second letter sends a small shiver down your spine.
“you will be alone always and then you will die.” i can’t remember who told me that, but it rings around my head. there are days where it feels like it’s true, like time will catch up with me and I’ll be gone. but it’s not true. because I used to have you. but I’ll have you again.
Your eyes gloss over the words, a small frown slipping onto your face. Something melancholic sinks into you, making a home in your chest.
“You will be alone always and then you will die,” you whisper to yourself, fingers grazing over the sloppy letters. You feel guilty that the writer’s thoughts are stuck with you instead of this person they so desperately miss.
Yet there’s something unyielding about the last line, something so definite. Curiosity fills you, and you can’t help but to want to get the letter to where it’s supposed to be. But like the first letter, there’s no return address, no signature, nothing outside of the longing in the letter.
So it sits on the counter with the first, the weight of the words lingering in your chest until it too is forgotten.
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You’re sitting on a hill, watching as the stars plummet down. Someone’s sitting next to you, but when you turn to face him, he stays blurry as if he exists on the edges of reality, unable to be fully perceived.
You watch as a rainbow of flames overtake him and recede, further obscuring him. But the flames continue to cycle in and out, a constant ebb and flow. You know who he is.
He flickers, you cannot touch him. You place your hand on the flames. Nothing burns. When you look up again, the hill is gone. You're sitting in inky darkness, watching as the stars continue to fall all around you. And the boy is gone too. In his place is something of shadow and smoke, two gleaming blue eyes tearing into you. You freeze, unable to do anything but stare.
It stalks towards you slowly, grinning to show rows of sharp teeth. You know what it wants, you can feel the need across the space in between you too. And so close your eyes and tilt your neck, offering yourself up. And you don’t scream when it takes the first bite.
“I’m always on your side.”
You wake up in a cold sweat, heart pounding. You’re awake now, but you feel like the stars are still falling around you and him - right.
Touya.
His name blossoms in your head, memories of laughter and secrets told underneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree. Your head's pounding, and you run to the bathroom, splashing water on your face. That night, the last night you had seen him, when you watched the stars streak across the sky.
“I’m always on your side.”
A promise that withered into something shallow after he disappeared.
You blink at your reflection, fists curled into themselves so tightly it hurts. You wish Touya could hold your hand now.
You don’t go back to sleep.
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The third letter makes you frown a little. Three makes a pattern.
Really wish you would say something back. Has it been that long? Guess that’s to be expected.
You scan the page, melancholic thoughts lingering until you read the last line. Your eyes widen, heart leaping in your throat, as you read it over and over again. Your hands are shaking, mind cloudy, breath short.
Really, say something back y/n.
Your name, clear as day. They know your name. You’re the recipient. You blink blankly as a line from the previous letter pops into your brain. I’ll have you again.
The letter sits untouched on the counter for days before you finally build up the courage to tentatively write back. Who is this?
As you shakily write, it dawns on you how stupid this is. You should be going to the police, or getting a security system. But you can’t help but wonder who it is, and the fickle beast inside of you rears its head.
You tentatively place the response under the doormat, and scurry back inside, as if the action would burn you. The next morning the note is gone.
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It takes a few days for you to get a response. When you get home from work, you’re tempted to walk right past it, pretending to not see it. You could just let it slip from your mind, go on with your life as if nothing has changed. But nothing can ever be simple, and with shaking hands, you steal the letter before locking yourself inside.
I can imagine how scared you must be. I bet you’d look so cute. Part of me wants to make you guess. But I’d rather speed this up. It’s me. Y’know. Touya.
“Touya,” you whisper. It’s heavy on your lips. “Touya.” Your throat is raw. “Touya, Touya, Touya.” Your chest burns. Tufts of red hair, memories of childhood and shooting stars.
Brain pulsing in overdrive, you try to reconcile what you know to be true and what is being told to you.
1. Touya was your best friend.
This one is a fact. You remembered holding his hand, running around the estate. He would be battered, bruises and burns littering his skin. Right. His father. You shiver thinking about the man.
2. Touya disappeared as a child.
Another fact. You remember his mom’s tear-stained face as she turned you away, and when you were back home, safe in bed, you cried so hard you thought you’d never stop shaking.
3. Touya is still alive.
The first in your list that is debatable. No one’s seen him for years. It’s fully possible something horrible could have happened to him. But there’s no evidence he’s dead. If you can reason that Touya is still alive, then it’s possible…
4. Touya is sending you letters. 
The most difficult conclusion of all. If Touya is alive, it could be possible he’s sending you letters. But there’s no way to guarantee it is him. It could be some stranger, some pervert pretending to be your sweet redhead from childhood. You would have to test him.
Your response is careful, calculated as you try to navigate your emotions. Your hands shake as you write the final line, a question.
What was the last thing we did?
A small frown slips onto your face. It’s kind of a lame question, and yet it’s the best you can do. But it’s a baseline, a place to start.
His response comes almost immediately.
We watched a meteor shower. Go ahead. Dig deeper.
You chew on your lip while thinking. “Touya” is off to a good start, but there’s still no guarantee. So you push farther
Where did we hide the bowl I accidentally broke?
C’mon, it was a vase, not a bowl. We buried it along the fenceline. Good try.
You smile at the memory, the way you had cried over the broken porcelain, embarrassment coursing through you. Touya had helped you hide the evidence, telling you no one would find out.
What did you promise me?
I’m always on your side.
You inhale sharply, eyes glued to his messy scrawl. That’s it. It has to be him. You’ve never told that to anyone before. You squeeze your eyes shut, but you can see stars falling all around you. You feel a little light headed.
How did you find me?
Pure chance. I missed you, y/n. Does your face scrunch up when you get mad still? It was so fucking cute.
Shut the fuck up, Touya.
You don’t know how he’s done it, but Touya has inserted himself back into your life, whisking you off your feet with his stupid jokes and laid back attitude. And everyone in a while he’ll say something, that has you burying your face into your pillow, face warm and stomach in knots.
I’m going to hold you, and never let you go.
Would you let me kiss you? Would you let me sink my teeth into you? I bet you would.
I’d kiss you until you melt.
That one in particular made your chest burn, full of something warm and sappy. You read it over and over again, until the words are branded in your brain.
You’re sitting at the kitchen table at 2 am when you realize, you would. You would let him kiss you, let him sweep you off your feet. It occurs to you that you don’t know what he looks like anymore, but his words reach into you, stirring everything around to the point that you’re completely enamored anyways.
A sharp knock draws you from your thoughts. You narrow your eyes, glancing at the clock. Hesitantly, you approach your front door. You hover right in front of it, debating on whether or not to open it again. There’s a chance that no one’s even there anymore.
A second forceful knock makes your stomach flip. Taking a deep breath, you crack the door open.
Your eyes widen, and you're deafened by the blood pumping through you. Patchwork skin, pitch-black hair; you feel yourself begin to panic. 
Dabi. You recognized him from the Fukuoka fight that was on TV. You slam the door shut before he has a chance to say anything.
“No, no, no. Don’t do this to me y/n.” His voice is muffled by the door, but the separation doesn’t hide the way his voice barely cracks. You feel sick, brain cloudy as the room spins around you.
“How do you know my name?” you choke out, stomach growing nauseous.
“I thought we already did this… but you can’t recognize me either.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wracking your brain for what he could be talking about.
“After all those letters.” 
Oh.
Oh.
Your stomach drops, and your heart does with it. Dabi is Touya. Touya is Dabi. You tremble against the door, flashes of red hair and childhood innocence ghosting through your mind. You should’ve paid more attention to how he found you.
“Open the door.” Touya’s voice- no Dabi’s voice? You shake your head at the confusion, finding it difficult to reconcile the two versions of him you know. Regardless, his voice is even now, something sharp lingering beneath the soft surface.
You shut your eyes, letting your head rest against the door; it’s all too much for you. You can practically feel the tears stinging the back of your eyes. Maybe he’ll go away, maybe you don’t have to have a breakdown in the middle of the night.
“Open up for me, Y/N.”
You blink your eyes open, something cold slipping down your spine. He’s not going away. He could burn the door down if he wanted to. You know what he does now, and you feel so fucking stupid. The fact that he’s asking is an unexpected kindness. Summoning all the willpower you have, you open the door, hand grasping the handle to avoid shaking.
Dabi’s head tilts to the side as his eyes meet yours, and a sharp grin pulls at his lips.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?” Your eyes dip to the floor, and you stumble to the side, closing the door as he brushes past you.
You awkwardly stand in front of him, fingers messing with the hem of your shirt as you try to control your breathing. Your stomachs in your throat as Dabi circles you. He is not the boy you knew. There’s an edge to him, a coldness radiating off of him that rolls into you.
“Now you can’t even look at me,” he sneers. Your gaze tilts up to meet him, trembling his words. Your heart lurches as you take in his appearance again. The puckered flesh, the staples, the jet black hair. It’s all too much.
But his eyes.
His eyes are the same, the same vivid blue that haunts your dreams. It hurts looking at him now, but it also hurts remembering what he was.
Hesitantly, you reach out to cup his face. He tenses under your touch, eyes flashing in warning. You swallow past the lump in your throat, forcing out a small “hi.” Your voice cracks under the weight of emotions, but his eyes soften, and he ever so gently tilts his head into your hand. And that’s enough.
A steady stream of tears leak from your eyes; you’re not completely sure why you’re crying, the emotions too jumbled, too complex to pinpoint a specific reason. Your thumb brushes over the marred skin under his eyes, and you feel sick. Like everything that’s wrong with the world has reared its ugly head in your apartment. But it hasn’t. It’s Touya. 
“Awww. Baby girl’s crying for me, huh?” he teases, making you narrow your eyes. He moves quickly, pulling you against him before you can step away. “Still the same crybaby from before.” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore the way your head’s spinning.
“What else am I supposed to do?” you bite back, letting your head rest against him. “I missed you.” He scoffs at that, hands sliding down to grip your waist.
Your breath stutters, and you squirm in his hold, unsure what to think. His grip tightens, making you wince. You pull your head back to look up at him, trying to keep your breathing even. Touya leans in close, eyes glued to you.
“Glad you missed me,” he mutters, and the borderline painful grip switches to something softer as he massages your flesh. “I missed you too, Y/N.” His voice rumbles through you softly, making your stomach flip. His tongue darts out of his mouth to flash across your cheek, licking the salty trail your tears left behind.
“Touya, what the fuck?”
You jerk away from him, sputtering as he throws his head back in laughter. Your skin feels too hot, and you struggle to put together a thought. You wiggle out of his grasp, wiping your face, and glaring at him.
“C’mon. Don’t be like that,” he laughs, obviously not taking this seriously. But you just shake your head, trying to squash all of your feelings.
“What do you want?” Your voice bends under the stress, and you face screws up, trying to stop the pathetic flow of tears.
“To see you,” he murmurs, eyes softer than before. The feelings behind the phrase are normally enough to make you giggle and your eyes turn into hearts. 
But this is Touya, or Dabi, or some bizarre amalgamation of the two. And you know what he’s done now. You know the price he’s paid. He is not the same.
“That’s not an answer. You shouldn’t be here,” you bite at him. All traces of warmth leave Dabi’s face, and your stomach drops. Something cold and sharp glints in his eyes, threatening to cut you if you get too close. You take a tiny step back, but he simply follows.
“Don’t be like this, Y/N.” His voice is tense, a warning of who he is now, what he’s done, what he could do to you. He cocks his head to the side, eyes trailing over you, gauging your reaction. He’s not the same. You know he’s not the same. His patchwork skin is proof of that enough.
It’s not fair. Echoes of childish giggles and burning blue eyes dance across your thoughts. But what he had done to all those people…You shut your eyes, crossing your arms as if you could hold yourself together.
“Well, what am I supposed to think? You were gone, for so long. And then you sent those fucking letters, and all I could think of was seeing you again. But you’re…” you trail off, but the unsaid hangs heavy in the air.
“Broken,” he hisses out, cold eyes narrowed at you as he gestures to his body. You glare right back at him, tears still flowing.
“It has nothing to do with that,” you manage to force out. “I just- I just don't know who you are.” Dabi’s face twists up into something bitter and forceful, a hurricane that’ll sweep you into something dangerous, you just know it. He is not the same.
“I wrote you those letters, Y/N. I’m still me.” But you don’t know who that is. Not anymore. He abruptly steps forward, forcing you against the wall, eyes wide in panic. He’s too close to your face, too warm, too overwhelming. 
You missed him so much, and it hurts. It hurts to see what happened, how he had to put himself back together, a dull mosaic that’s missing pieces. He reaches out to brush his thumb over your cheekbone.
“I’m always on your side.”
If it had been anyone else but Touya, you would’ve scoffed and kicked them out. But he knows you. He knows how you think, he knows what’ll make you respond. 
After all, he’s been watching you, making sure he knows how to say that’ll make you bend to his will. Touya wants you, his sweet best friend, to be his forever. So he knows what to say.
And something in you finally gives in, and you wrap arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He slips his arms around your waist, holding you flush against him.
Your knees wobble, legs failing you as you melt to the ground. Touya follows you down, arms circling around you tighter as he smiles into your hair.
Fuck the league. Fuck his family. Fuck a normal life. Fuck, the whole world can burn down. He doesn’t give a fuck. But maybe, just maybe if there’s anyone out there listening, just let him have this. Just this once.
“That’s my baby girl,” he murmurs against you, pulling you into his lap. He kicks out his legs behind you, bending his knees to force snug against him. If he were a better man, he’d be content with this, having you on his side.
But Touya is not a good man. He’s greedy for more, and all he can think about is the heat radiating from your cunt.
His hands splay out against your back, gently rubbing you as you sniffle against him. But he can’t help it when his hands start to travel further down. You sound so cute and desperate, it ignites something within him. He squeezes the flesh of your ass, making you freeze against him. You lean away, lips trembling as your eyebrows draw together.
“Touya, what are you doing?” You sound pathetic to your own ears, and you hate it. But you’re not given any time to dwell on it when he leans forward, lips a few mere centimeters from yours. He rocks you gently against him, watching the conflict in your eyes.
“Hey,” he murmurs, leaning to peck the corner of your lips. “I’m always on your side. Let me make you feel good.”
You stay stiff against him, hands slowly tangling into his hair as he litters the side of your neck with sloppy kisses. One of his hands pushing its way down your little shorts making you gasp. You can feel his erection growing beneath you, and you bite your lip, trying to make a decision to stop him or not.
“Touya,” you ask, “are you sure?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” You’re not 100% sure if this is the right decision, but he feels so good against you. And he’s handsome, scars and all. The intense warmth from earlier slipping into something more comforting, enveloping you as you rock against his hand ever so slightly.
So you don’t stop him. He would never hurt you, right? And it's been a while since you’ve gotten laid. Touya’s made sure of that. So you let him continue his exploration, melting against him as he gently rubs at your clit.
Touya watches your face, memorizing the expressions you make as he slips a finger into your hot cunt. To be clear, he’s seen your face when you’ve creamed around your little fingers on your own, unaware that he was stroking his cock outside your window. But you look so much better, happier even, when it’s his fingers you’re grinding into.
He nips at your neck, before pulling his fingers out of your shorts. He pushes you off of his lap, rolling his eyes at the way you pout.
“Calm down, baby girl. Wanna taste you.”
“Wait!” you warn. Touya freezes, eyes flicking up to yours, taking you in curiously. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” you stutter out, nervous at the look in his eyes. You can’t help but to feel embarrassed, laying on the floor of your apartment sputtering with your childhood best friend turned villain nestled against the apex of your thighs. Anything that can restore an ember of normalcy to the situation would make you feel better at this point.
Touya rests his head against your thigh, warmth returned to his eyes. He smiles at you a little too widely, too sharply. He resembles a predator, something stalking alone at night. Something you shouldn’t have let inside. He’s going to eat you alive. And maybe you’re okay with it.
“Alright, little girl. Lead the way.”
An awkward, hot tension surrounds you as you scrabble off the floor, grabbing his hand as you pull him towards the bedroom. Your thumb brushes over the staples, heart twisting at the feeling.
But the melancholic sting is forgotten once he’s leaving sharp little bites on your thighs, your clothes and his jacket tossed to a forgotten corner of your bedroom. His breath is hot against your exposed skin, goosebumps following his path to your hot cunt.
You’re nervous, still unsure of your current predicament. But Touya pinches your thigh, bringing your attention back to him as he watches as your thighs tense around him. His eyes meet yours, confident and sure of his place between your legs, and all of your uncertainty vanishes, consumed by the want and desire that fills you.
His eyes meet yours, clear and sharp, and he brings his hands to your pussy, thumbs pulling your folds open. His gaze drops, focused on your cunt, watching the way you clench around nothing. You squirm, embarrassed at the intensity of his stare.
“So wet already,” he mumbles, before his tongue swipes along your slit. You let out a small gasp, slamming your hand to your mouth in a lame attempt to gag yourself. Touya narrows his eyes, as he laps away, tongue flicking up to tease your clit, circling it but never touching the sensitive bud. You whine into your hand, trying to keep your hips still as he takes his time.
“Drop that hand.” The rumble of his voice travels through you, making you shiver. “Drop it, and I’ll touch this cute little clit.” Looking at him nervously, your hand falls tentatively, hovering above his hair, unsure if it’s okay to ground yourself there. Touya rolls his eyes, before pushing your hand down.
His tongue swipes at your clit making your hips jolt. He lets out a snort before repeating the action. Your grip in his hair is light, not wanting to hurt him; but your self-control goes out the door the second his lips make a seal around your clit.
He sucks at the throbbing bud, eyes lighting up at the way you buck against him, moaning loudly. Your fingers tangle into his hair, keeping him snug against your cunt. He slips a finger into your sopping hole, practically melting at how warm and wet it is. He needs to be inside you. Soon.
“Touya,” you moan, rocking in an attempt to increase the friction. He curls his finger inside of you, mouth still focused on your engorged bud. Your grip in his hair tightens, the pleasure that’s been simmering building rapidly.
“Gonna cum!” you squeal in warning. He doesn’t slow down, eyes trained on your face as your jaw drops, a choked noise clawing out of your throat. You tense around him, muscles quivering at the intensity of your orgasm. You whine and buck against him, and he lets you ride at your orgasm.
When his ministrations borderline into pain, you weakly push his head away, trying to catch your breath. He lets you pull away, eyes glimmering cruelly.
“That was fast.”
You whine in response, moving your hands to cover your face. Touya hisses, surging forward to yank your hands above your head. You wince as he squeezes, eyes narrowing on your face.
“Don’t hide what’s mine.” His lips pull back into a lazy grin as his eyes trail over your body, landing on your glistening cunt. “Gonna fuck you so good,” he mutters, mostly to himself. You blink stupidly at him when he lets you go, processing the fact that he’s kicked off his pants and taking his cock out.
Your eyes widen when you see the shiny piercings that gleam on his cock. It excites you, making your cunt clench around nothing. And yet your stomach drops when you finally realize that he’s bigger than you thought he would be. You bite your lip, trying to tame the swarm of nerves that take over the excitement.
“Touya, I think I need-” he cuts you off with a sloppy kiss. Your hips cant when you feel the head of his cock sliding along the lips of your pussy, his piercings tapping at your clit nicely. You’re not sure if you’re ready for him, and it simultaneously excites and terrifies you. But he leans on you, keeping you still with his body weight.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Open up for me,” he murmurs. And then next thing you know his lips are on yours, but you can’t help but to let out a cry against him when he thrusts his cock into you, bottoming out. He’s red hot inside of you, and tears prickle the corners of your eyes, leaking out as your nails dig into his back.
“So warm,” he murmurs, before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you. You cry out at the harsh stretch, tears falling down your cheeks as his piercings pull at your walls. He seems to like that though, and he brings a hand up to your cheek, thumb stroking the salty liquid. “You’re pretty when you cry.” He punctuates the sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, sending more tears down your face. “Attagirl,” he coos, looking absolutely enamored with your blubbering face.
“Touya, please,” you whine, not exactly sure what you’re asking for. But Touya seems to know, a sharp grin spreading wide on his face.
“Awww, does my baby girl wanna feel good too?” You nod, face twisted as you babble away.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.” He kisses you again messily, before slipping a hand in between your bodies to play with your exhausted clit. He massages the swollen bud, sighing as you start to gush around him. “Is that better?” You nod and whine, hands twisting in his hair to hold him against you.
Touya can’t help but chuckle, and he presses another kiss into your neck before sucking on the skin there. His thrusts are gentler now, appreciating the snug warmth that surrounds his cock. If he could stay buried in the heat of your cunt forever, he would.
He’s drawn from his thoughts when you tug at his shirt, wanting it gone. He stills against you, tensing. You look up at him with a pout, eyes begging him to take it off.
“Please,” you whine. “I wanna feel you.” His mouth opens, and you can already hear the annoying quip that lies on the tip of his tongue, so you push forward, hands tangled into his shirt. “I wanna feel all of you.” He pauses, head tilting to the side as you watch the gears turn behind his eyes.
“Please.” Your voice is soft, as you try to avoid squirming around his dick. Something seems to click in his mind because he draws back, pulling his shirt off. Your eyes wander across the expanse of stapled skin, the puckered burns, making your heart squeeze. But there’s nothing you can say, nothing you can change. So you reach out to him, beckoning him into your arms.
He falls forward, barely supporting himself, letting his body cover yours. You wrap your arms and legs around him holding him close as he begins to lightly thrust again.
“You feel so good,” you cry out panting against his face. Touya angles his head to face you, eyes boring into yours as his breaths mix with yours. It’s too hot, too much, but you can’t move away, overwhelmed by the sensations and entranced by his eyes.
Touya’s hips increase in pace, rutting violently against yours, the sharp sting of his skin against yours making you whine. Each thrust into you, steals your breath away, your hands digging into his back.
“Ever since I found you again, I needed to have you, needed you back. I wasn’t going to let myself lose you again,” he growls. You whimper as you gush around him, finding that you want him to stay buried in your pussy forever.
“Stick out your tongue,” he barks out. His eyes flash, and you do as he says, all while letting out little gasps as he thrusts into you. He hovers above you, a cruel grin spread out on his face. You watch as he spits onto your tongue, a shudder going down your spine. He reaches out to grip your open jaw harshly.
“Swallow.” When he lets go you do exactly that, cunt squeezing tightly. “Oh you like that?” he laughs as you nod. He hums before kissing you sloppily.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna do what I say from now on. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
You should be alarmed by the promise of obedience, but you feel too good to care right now.
“Mine, mine, mine.”
It crosses your mind to tell him that you don’t belong to him, but all you can do is nod and hold him closer.
“Wanted to be inside this pussy the moment I saw you. You’re never gonna want another cock than mine.” At this point, all you can do is whine and nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“Nothing’s gonna hurt you again, baby girl. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll take care of you.” Your nails scratch down his back, making him hiss, as your hips rut against him.
“Touya,” you cry out, tears leaking from your eyes so sweetly. “Gonna cum again.” He nods, lips brushing against yours.
“Wanna feel you cream around me, baby girl.” You nod blankly, drunk on the feeling of his cock pounding into you, piercings pulling so nicely at your gummy walls.
Propping himself up with one arm, he slips his hand in between your bodies, fingers playing with your clit again. It’s enough to send you over the edge, and you cry out, writing against him as your pussy gushes around his cock, squeezing him tightly.
He chokes against you, and your pulsating cunt launches him into his own orgasm. Touya’s hips jerk against you as his cum paints the inside of your cunt. He collapses against you as you twitch in a post-orgasmic haze. He nips at your neck, alternating the sharp stings with sweet kisses.
“You did so good, baby. So good to me. I’ll take care of you. I promise,” he murmurs against your skin, making you shiver. You’re still panting, sweeping your hands over his back, before they land in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the sensations and the warmth, letting himself get lost in you, if only for a little bit.
But when he pushes himself off of you, pulling his hips away, you whine. Your legs lock around him, keeping him lodged inside you. He barks out a laugh before flopping down on his side, pulling you against him.
“I’ll stay right here. Don’t worry.”
“Touya…” you murmur, gently. He sends you a questioning gaze, waiting. You lean forward, pressing your lips against his, trying to convey the complexity of what you’re feeling. He responds aggressively, as if you might disappear. But it makes you melt. Maybe he was right about that.
 When you draw back, his thumb strokes at leftover tears on your cheek.
“It’s okay, You’re mine now.” It’s not exactly what you wanted to hear, but it’s all you get from him because he pulls you tight against him, eyes shutting in exhaustion.
You curl up against him, feeling his breathing even out. His cock feels heavy inside of you, and something cold sits in your stomach.
You shouldn’t have done that. He’s not okay. You really shouldn’t have done that. But you would deal with that in the morning.
For now, Touya is yours, and you’ll enjoy the warmth of his skin and the way the stars fall when you shut your eyes.✨
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pearlsofme · 3 years
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Summer Kisses pt. 2
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Summary: Y/N and George have both been keeping a secret from the other, but how much longer will they be able to keep that up?   Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!reader Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: yelling 😬 but this is angst with a fluffy ending. What can I say? I have a brand to stick to A/N: part two! 
part one
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It’s been three days since Molly and Arthur’s anniversary dinner, and Y/N has never felt more alone in all her time at the Burrow. Normally she’d be spending her days swimming with her friends, gossipping in Ginny’s room till the wee hours of the night, ditching chores to sneak off to the meadow and watch the clouds roll by with George. But the boy’s been ignoring her ever since she’d met up with McClaggen, switching seats at dinner as not to be near her and immediately partnering up with Fred for every game of Quidditch they played. For the most part it had been slight, leaving Y/N to wonder if it was all in her head and George wasn't trying to hurt her on purpose. But last night she’d tried to sit next to him at the bonfire and he’d stood so quickly he upended both of their roasting sticks, sending his molten marshmallow straight at Ron’s face. There could be no more denying it--George was being weird with her, and everyone could tell.
The thought left a bitter pit in Y/N’s stomach, a valid excuse for her to turn in early and pretend to be asleep when Hermione and Ginny came to bed hours later. She’d done her best to keep her crying quiet, but her pillow is still damp in the morning, Y/N wondering if she ever really fell asleep or just cried for all of the moon’s tenure.
‘Y/N?” Ginny calls gently, pushing open her door with her hip. “I’ve brought breakfast, if you’d like.” Y/N can’t even pretend not to want it, her stomach rumbling at the smell of the food tray. “I can just leave it here.” Ginny offers, setting the tray at the foot of your bed.
“It’s alright Gin.” Y/N shuffles, turning away from the wall to sit up and smile gratefully at her. “Not like I can hide in here forever.” Y/N avoids looking at Ginny as not to face any sympathy, busying herself with lifting the tray and digging into the food. Ginny watches in silence for a moment before closing the door and plopping onto the bed.
“I’m sorry you have feelings for that prat.” 
“What?” Y/N chokes, coughing on a bit of toast.
“I guess clarity would be helpful in your case--I’m sorry you have feelings for George. It’s obvious you loathe Mclaggen.” Ginny chuckles, leaning back on her forearms. Y/N stares at the girl, eyes a bit blurry from her coughing. Ginny’s face is a mix of amusement and sympathy, and Y/N knows there’s no use denying the accusation.
“How long have you known?” 
“Since he poured your juice for you at breakfast on the second day of fall term last year. Your face as you watched him--you still look at him that way, even when he’s ignoring you.”
Y/N blinks, stunned. “You know you’re the smartest Weasley?”
“Yes. But don’t tell Percy.”
The girls smile at each other before Y/N lets out a long sigh, flopping back on the pillow. “I have feelings for George. And he bloody hates me.”
“He doesn’t.”
“He does!”
“He’s just too stupid to realize you don’t like McClaggen and--”
“No Ginny,” Y/N sits back up, shaking her head vehemently, “That’s not why. He’s upset with me but that’s not why.” Ginny’s frown grows deeper as Y/N fills her in on her day taste testing for George, closing her eyes and sighing when she finishes.
“You know you’re a bloody prat too. You’re both prats, perfect for each other.”
“Thanks, really helpful.” Y/N huffs, bringing her knees to her chest, burying her face in them.
“Look Y/N,” Ginny sits up, attempting to pull her friend’s face up,”You just need to talk to him.”
“Easier said than done! He won’t even look at me.” Y/N grumbles, face still hidden in her legs. 
“Y/N, I’m not the smartest Weasley for nothing.” Ginny grins, Y/N peeking at her from her kneecaps.
“You mean?”
“Yes dummy. I’ve got a plan.”
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“I don’t see why I need to be blindfolded” George grumbles, wincing as Fred pulls the bandanna unnecessarily taught against his face.
“Well you’re not supposed to see anything, that’s kind of the point” 
“It’s to test your theory about the toffee antidote, how you think it makes you dizzy. Want to see if it still happens when you can’t see.” Y/N chirps, stepping nearer to George to finish tying the bandanna. George winces in response, still upset with how readily Fred agreed to let her help them. Not that Y/N’s never helped before--discretely testing products in their dorm and lying to Molly about the twins’ hiding places around The Burrow are special talents of hers (which George admires greatly). But that had been before she’d embarrassed him, something Fred seems to have conveniently forgotten. He had thrown the door wide open when Y/N knocked, smiling jovially and directing her to sit next to George on his bed. George’s silent pleas with Fred went nowhere, the elder grinning at his twin before spewing some nonsense about George really wanting her there. 
Not that that was entirely untrue--Y/N’s been invited to The Burrow ever since second year because George wants her there. He enjoys showing her his favorite places to creek swim, battling over wizards chess and flying to watch the sunrise while she clings to his back. She would always nuzzle her face into his shoulder to hide her yawns, squeezing him tighter and insisting she wasn’t too tired. George had to restrain himself from sneaking into Ginny’s room to grab Y/N this morning, wanting nothing more than to be close to her after days of distance and apologize for making her so upset the night before. But he’s hurt more, he already tried to put himself out there and thinks it’s high time she snuck in to grab him for morning apologies. 
But she hasn’t. She’s been acting like everything is fine, attempting to get near him and chat as if she didn’t shatter his heart (and ego) by indulging Mclaggen right after George tried to kiss her. And now she’s in his room, polluting his bedsheets with her perfume and instructing him to “open up” in that soft voice, a sharp contrast to Fred violently shoving the toffee into his mouth.
“Could yew wach et yew oaf” George splutters, scowling when Y/N and Fred laugh.
“Cheer up Georgie, just want to make sure you use all your teeth--he does have a tendency to only use his left side, have you noticed Y/N? Oie!” Fred leaps back from George’s kick, rubbing his shin.
“Hellooo...” Ginny sticks her head into the room, beaming at Fred and Y/N. “I hate to interrupt, but Fred’s presence is requested downstairs.”
“Can yu ee we’re usy here.” George sputters, his tongue swelling and hanging near his chin. Between the tongue and the blindfold he looks ridiculous, Y/N restraining her laughter better than the snickers Fred and Ginny are letting out. 
“Sorry...Mum’s asking for him and I think it’s best if I don’t mention anything about testing products...you know, for your sake.” 
“Aah she’s got a good point there Georgie--”
“Fre, no-” George shakes his head, tongue wobbling as Fred backs towards the door.
“--don’t worry about it! Y/N is perfectly capable of helping you on her own. Aren’t you, y/n//n?”. George can hear the way Fred is grinning, Ginny’s smile equally as loud, and he’s never wanted to pummel his siblings more.
“Ple on’t!”
“See you later Georgie, Y/N!” And with the slam of the door, they’re gone. 
“Is being alone with me really so horrible?” Y/N whispers, still sitting next to George. He doesn’t respond, out of both spite and practicality, his tongue now resting on his chest. Y/N sighs, standing up to fish out the antidote. “George I really want to talk to you.”
“El its no ike im goi anwher” George grumbles, “antido plea?”
“Promise you’ll stay and listen to me.”
“Y/n!” 
“George!”
“Ine ine!, ill ay” He splutters, waving furiously for Y/N to help him. Once she does she helps him lay back, head pounding (whether from the antidote or Y/N he doesn’t know). He’d thought Ginny looked suspicious after taking breakfast up to Y/N, she and Fred whispering furiously at the bottom of the stairs. But then Y/N had come into view and George had looked away, ignoring her when she sat next across from him and attempted to catch his eye. He’s suddenly filled with appreciation for the bandanna, the cloth making it so much easier to avoid the stare Y/N’s burning into his cheeks. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“Oh, yeah. Yes.” Y/N stutters, tummy suddenly full of butterflies. She rehearsed this with Ginny so many times, but when her hair fanned out on the pillow it didn’t make Y/N’s mind go blank. Afternoon sunlight washes over George’s chin, lips and freckles shining like wildberries ripe for picking. He’s playing with his fingers too, moving his thumbs in between each digit as if to crack his knuckles only to drag along his skin before moving to the next finger. It’s a minimal effort, more likely none at all, and it’s driving Y/N insane. “George I-uh, how are you feeling?”
“What?” he sneers, harsher than he meant to but heavy with genuine surprise.
“I-I mean you’re not dizzy, or anything? Don’t need any water?” He’s silent, thin frown  worrying Y/N until she remembers, suddenly hot all over with embarrassment. “George, no, I didn’t mean it like--I mean I do want to talk about that but I--” 
George sits up abruptly, ripping off the bandanna to glare at Y/N. “Listen. If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. If you want to keep seeing McLaggen or anyone else, that’s fine. But you don’t need to rub it in my face and I really don’t appreciate you pulling in my siblings to help you mock me.”
“George that’s not--no!” Y/N stumbles a bit, frightened of this angry George she’s never seen before. Sure, he can get aggressive during Quidditch and is down right ruthless against the Slytherins, but never with her. And never so cold--so mechanical in how he loads his anger, sharpens each word and shoots them through her heart. “George, Ginny just thought if--”
“Thought what?! That if you ridicule me then maybe you’d like to keep me around as something other than a friend? What, your personal punching bag? Maybe Fred will sell me as his pathetic clone, the perfect pick-me-up for any crestfallen girl? Built in goof, he doesn’t ever require an apology!”
“George” Y/N is close to tears now, trembling on the bed as George towers over her, his neck growing violently vermillion. 
“You know, I always thought you deserved better. And maybe I’m not that better for you, that’s fine, feel how you do. But if you’re okay with making a big joke out of--”
“I’M NOT TRYING TO MOCK YOU, YOU DUMBASS, I LOVE YOU!” Y/N has pushed herself to her full height, chest heaving with the release of her confession. She licks her lips, slowly taking in George’s bewilderment as they both pant in silence. Eventually she can’t stand it anymore, training her eyes on her toes as she blinks away a few tears. 
“Well. I reckon all of Ottery St. Catchpole caught that.” George chuckles quietly, grinning when Y/N looks up at him and smiles back.
“Yeah well...that wasn’t really part of the plan.” Y/N whispers.
George brings his thumb to her cheek, wiping away her tears. “Bug, I’m really sor--” Y/N cuts him off with a finger to his lips, curtly shaking her head. “George, I’m sorry I went out with Mclaggen--last week and during term. I’m sorry I left you hanging, and didn’t mention what you had been saying--”
“Well I didn’t really say anything.”
“I knew you wanted to kiss me.”
“Who said I wanted to kiss you?”
“George!” Y/N laughs, shaking her head as George pulls her into him by the waist. He brushes their noses together while he scans her face. “Can I?”
“Can you what?” Y/N teases.
“Can I get you a glass of water”?”
“Geor--” George cuts her off sweetly, worshiping her slowly with paced kisses. He grips her waist tighter when her hands run up his chest, both of them smiling as their heartbeats meld together. Y/N can feel herself tingling all over, the realization that she’s kissing her best friend rippling through her arms and legs. George is sweet, and warm, and determined; kissing her with the assurance that neither of them will kiss anyone else again. When they pull back to air George rests his forehead against hers, gently tracing her cheek with his thumb. “Were you saying something, Bug?”
 “Yeah. I don’t want any water George.”
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Bonus
The wind ripples through George’s hair the higher they fly, smacking Y/N’s cheeks with a tenacity unbecoming of the early hour. “You know, I’m not sure I’m really a fan of this hair!” She shouts, nuzzling into the warmth of his sweater.
“You were a fan of it last night! Oie, no hitting while I steer!” George snickers, grabbing her hands in one of his and holding them still around his waist. Y/N and George had shared a pretty good first evening as girlfriend and boyfriend, smiling shyly as the Weasleys made fun of them, discreetly holding hands under the table at dinner and falling asleep while cuddling on the couch. They had talked long into the night; planning picnics, pranks and George promising never to yell at Y/N again. “If you really don’t like it, I’ll cut it.”
“No, it’s cute. Looks good when I watch you fly, but maybe let me plait it before these sunrise trips.”
“Fine by me.” George hums, lifting her hand to press a kiss to the back of it. Y/N smiles into his shoulder, basking in his closeness. Yesterday morning she cried from the ache of missing him, shielding herself from the pain of another day without him by her side. But today, she shivers in the morning breeze, basking in the promise of him and all the sunrises they’ll chase together .
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astaroth1357 · 4 years
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Oh! How about the brothers with a very emotionally open MC? Like, they ain't ashamed to cry or express their emotions because they think that it's healthy to speak about your emotions to others! And they're also really good at telling what people are really feeling. Please and thank you very much! And congrats on 1,500 followers! You deserve it!
The Demon Brothers Reaction to a Very Emotionally Intelligent MC
Let’s be honest, in a game centered around resolving interpersonal family drama, this is kind of what the MC has to be canonically. Also um… I made the decision, for whatever reason, to listen to the Grand Escape by Radwimps while writing this, and uh, it got… deeper than intended. Whoopsie. 😅 I guess that's the hazard when you're so dependent on what you hear to set the tone for what you write… Sometimes you make a questionable decision and you mess up at the foundations 😕 My bad. 
BIG, BIG Spoilers for Part One (Lessons 1-20)
Lucifer
To be honest, he took it as a sign of weakness for some time.
Lucifer closes his emotions off to others because he views them as a vulnerability... This is why he wasn't completely surprised that the powerless human they brought to the Devildom was, in his eyes, overly emotional.
They were never afraid to say what they felt, show sadness to others, or even admit their fears… Though he appreciated the honesty, he wrote it off as a sign of human fragility and assumed they wouldn't last long. Not unless they toughened up and started to shut themselves off like him...
But that never happened. And one by one, he watched his brothers get won over by that feeble, emotional mess… He didn't understand it nor did he like it. At one point he even swore to himself that he wouldn't let whatever spell they casted on the others affect him too.
At least, until the attic incident came to light and he finally realized that the human wasn't a mess at all. 
When Belphegor escaped and the bombshell that he had been holding finally came to light, he honestly felt lost for the first time in centuries… He didn’t know how to approach the topic, he just wanted to hide away and let it all sort itself out… but they wouldn't let him.
 It amazed him how easy it was for the MC to empathize with his brothers and even himself through the whole mess. It was like they knew how everyone felt before they even had to voice it… He loathed to admit it, but for that moment they looked even more composed and capable than he did…
It was their handling of Belphie that really sealed it for him, though. A weak, pathetic, powerless little human talking down a being far beyond their capacity to fight? Then still offering him some comfort in the aftermath? He couldn’t have pulled that off... He’s long since forgotten how.
The MC managed to open his eyes to what emotional strength looked like and, from that point on, he never doubted them again.
Mammon
Mammon's go-to approach to feelings is unconvincing denial and his brothers generally aren't much better... So actually being open and straightforward with one’s feelings is almost a foreign concept to him.
So when the MC got dropped into his life it threw him through a loop. They were willing to just… say what they felt whenever? They’d cry when they needed to, laugh whenever they wanted, and generally tell people how they felt about things openly and honestly? What?
Weren’t they scared of being teased or made fun of? You can’t be that open down in Hell! Demons would take advantage of you!
And yet, the longer he spent with them the more he started to kind of get it… And then he started to genuinely love it.
They didn’t mind when he’d bawl at movies or talked about when his brothers were bothering him… Sometimes he didn’t even need to say anything to them. They’d just see something was off in how he was acting and offer a hug... No questions asked. No shame involved.
It was refreshing. Eye-opening. Hell, even comforting to just be himself for them. Sure, he still had to keep up appearances in front of his brothers to keep from being mocked, but when they were alone? He truly could act however he felt like for the first time in a very, very long time... And he treasured that.
Leviathan
Emotions are… a thing for Levi and not a thing he's that well equipped to deal with either…
So of course, he initially felt envious of the MC when they came down to the Devildom. They had no problem with navigating their feelings. They didn’t mind talking about them or crying or admitting when they were nervous and even worse? They could actually handle it all.
Levi doesn’t tend to make his emotions very secretive either, but when he got into a mood he usually couldn’t dig himself out of it... It doesn’t help that his brothers were so used to his complaining that they’d ignore his self-deprecation rather waste their time contradicting him... 
When he first saw them in action, though, he had walked in on them crying, but they didn’t tell him to leave or try to hide their face. They just let him say what he needed to while they let the tears run their course... then explained to him what the problem was later. They weren’t ashamed… Hell, they even looked like they felt better to have it off their chest…
How come he never felt any better after he had his episodes...? Why did he still feel like a worthless piece of shit all the time?? What kind of cheat code did they use for that?! It’s not fair!
Little did he know, talking feelings out to yourself (or your goldfish) is one thing. But talking to someone who actually wants to help is another thing entirely.
The first time he went on one of his rants, the MC just watched him quietly. It was like he was tearing down a house meant for demolition...and then they started picking through the pieces. They didn’t try to shame him hating himself, they just started pulling out things he should love instead. Stuff he never even considered before…
After that point, they became very good at noticing when he was going to a dark place and intervening before he could beat himself down again... After a while, he started leaving his room when he felt that way so he could go find them and talk. 
If his mind was an ocean then, for the first time ever, he finally felt like he had a way to weather the storms...
Satan
Didn't trust it, didn't trust them, and thought it was all an act for the longest time...
Satan knows a thing or two about putting up a front, so he's the most skeptical of other people's intentions…
When he first met them and saw open they were with their emotions, he thought it was all some kind of act. Like they were just trying to gain sympathy or lure everyone in so they could manipulate them later… But he wasn't buying it.
While he watched the rest of his brothers fall to their charms, he counted himself lucky as the smart one. He thought he could see the game they were playing and he wouldn't let himself be tricked into it...
… But then the whole book fiasco happened and he found himself around the human more often. Not only did their openness really seem genuine, they actually listened patiently to his complaints about Lucifer, his birth, his rank, his rage... everything. Just nodding along and watching him intently…
After a while, he started to question if they were even listening anymore so he questioned them. Point blank. He wanted to know what they thought and… their answer surprised him.
“I think you want to be your own person.”
To him, that answer came right out of left field. What about any of what he was just saying had to do with his identity??
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized it had everything to do with it. And they deduced it so quickly from just a few conversations… He was impressed (and somewhat terrified) to have been read so easily...
For a while, he just had to study them. He wanted to know more about what kind of skills they used to understand him so effortlessly...
Though he never quite got a clear answer out of them, he found that he could respect their talent regardless and, just this once, let himself trust someone else wholeheartedly...
Asmodeus
If you're looking for a demon in touch with the emotions, then you don't have to look much further than Asmo. But even he can have blinders on sometimes…
When he met the MC, he actually liked how open they were about their feelings. He even shared their sentiments so he wasn’t bothered at all.
But when he bunked with them and Simeon in the Demon Lord's Castle, he got to see a different side of them…
After Simeon dressed him down about his narcissism, Asmo did his best to just gaslight the whole thing and put it behind him. … But the MC was watching.
Something must have tipped them off. Maybe a glance at the floor or look in his eye... Maybe just how utterly incapable he was to acknowledge Simeon's words… but they noticed that it bothered him.
"Don't let it get to you... I think you're doing great down here."
"Well of course I am, sweetie. Why wouldn't I be?"
Their reassuring words puzzled him at first... How was he supposed to take them? Were they pitying him? If he were Lucifer, he'd have half a mind to obliterate them for that alone...
But they didn't seem like the type… Asmo could read people just as well as they could, he knew sincerity when he saw it. Were they just trying to help…?
He kept that thought to himself throughout their time together in the Castle. Good heart or not, he didn't want to make getting a pact easy for them. He’d never bow to just anyone.
But after they proved their worth, it all started to click for him. This human was trying to reach out to him when they thought he was hurting… They didn't just write him off as shallow and self-absorbed. They were concerned for his feelings even when he wouldn't acknowledge them…
Asmo hung extra close to the human after that. He found someone willing to look beyond the image he worked so hard to keep up... Even if he didn't need their help quite like his brothers, he could see their effort and loved them even more for it.
Beelzebub
Beel is a straightforward guy who can appreciate straightforward people so he and the MC got along pretty well from the start.
He liked that he didn’t have to read between the lines with them. If they were upset, they’d tell him. If they needed to vent, they’d warn him. If they were happy and having a good time, they didn’t feel the need to hide it. It made life so much easier for him…
Of course, he couldn’t actually tell how good they were with emotions until he started opening up about Belphie, Lilith, and everything that went down before they all became demons…
He was kind of amazed how easy it was to speak to them, even during the painful parts... They never pushed him too much or pried for answers he wasn’t comfortable giving, nor did they make him feel bad for what happened to Lilith or missing his brother...
Honestly, they always seemed to know just how he felt about every new detail he told them. When he finally came clean about his guilt over the whole thing, they didn’t look shocked or surprised… If anything they looked just as pained as he did to have received the confirmation…
He found it oddly comforting to speak to them about pretty much anything after that. He knew that they’d listen and understand no matter what he put in front of them, and after they helped Belphie…? He’d happily love and trust them for the rest of his days...
Belphegor
"It wasn't your fault."
Those four words still ring in Belphie's ears from time to time… An echoing reminder of sorts…
He spent so long wrapped up in his own guilt, unable to talk about it to his brothers, that it turned him bitter and angry… He felt like he was the reason they were all in this mess to start with and that everybody else knew it too…
But hey, he'd say, at least down here there wouldn't be any humans around to ruin things. No humans there to steal away his family like before...
Which is why he snapped when Diavolo said they were introducing humans to the Devildom. How else was he supposed to react? They were just tempting fate for another disaster! Hadn't they learned anything at all??
While he was locked in the attic and the human came to his aid, he honestly took joy in deceiving them...
...At least at first. But on repeat visits, he started to feel his resolve slip.
They listened to him. They seemed genuinely interested in helping him and invested in his family's struggles... They looked like they cared for his brothers and even made efforts to reach out to him too... They told him about their worries and troubles in complete sincerity… with total trust...
He'd spend hours reminding himself that humans weren't meant to be trusted and all reasons he had to hate them... Repeating it all like a mantra until he felt convinced again. On the day he escaped, he finally had the pleasure of killing them himself...
But then, like a roach that just won't die, they came back and told him about Lilith… all before they said, "It wasn't your fault."
No one prompted them to say it. He'd never voiced it before... It was like they just knew... Like they could read the pain in his eyes this entire time…
He still doesn't quite share their stance on, "It's always okay to cry" so he doesn't like to dwell on the complete breakdown he had after that… He wished his brothers weren't there to see the Human-Hating Belphegor accepting a hug from them while he trembled and cried into their shoulder…
But he couldn't deny that he needed it. And from that day on, he’s accepted that he needed them as well...
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