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elysianslove · 3 years

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cheering you up ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; different ways the haikyuu boys care for you and cheer you up when you’re sad

pairings; karasuno x reader, nekoma x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, shiratorizawa x reader, inarizaki x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none probably a bunch of mistakes lmfao

note; i had to repost this like 3 times rip. anyways, im sorry for not adding inarizaki on my last one jbshds but they’re here now!!

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; i definitely think he's so in tune with you, and your emotions. he learns your cues very well, and knows every little thing about you that there is to learn. if you're having a bad day, he'll notice right away. he won't comment on it though. all he'll do is these little things to try to cheer you up, but it's going to be very subtle. he'll let u rest ur head on his shoulder, run his fingers through ur hair. he'll sneakily buy u ur favorite snack. doesn't bring anything up until you do. ends the day with cuddles and a chick flick.

sawamura daichi; he notices but he doesn't really know how to react. not because he doesn't know what to do, but because he doesn't want to trigger you or deepen your sadness in any way. he's very careful with you. if it's something throughout the day, he's very quiet and tender with you, just silently lets you rest your head against his chest and rubs your back/arm tenderly. as you're walking home he asks if you want to talk about it, and reminds you that it's good to, but it's also okay if you don't want to.

nishinoya yuu; not a single sad moment with mr noya here. seriously you cannot breathe. ok but in all honesty, when you're sad. he's sad. sends you memes, and you'll be laughing at them with tears streaming down your face because you don't really know what you're feeling anymore. he does a lot of tiktok trends with you, any of the couple ones. grabs your faces and ,,, smooch all over. until you have no choice but to laugh. if you want to cry even more, he'll watch the notebook and the vow a thousand times over, and be a sobbing mess next to you. just don't tell the guys okay? <3

kageyama tobio; he's so. bad. at this please help him. like he can tell ur sad, bc he's v good at reading people. but like. what the fuck is he supposed to do. anyways. when u two get to be alone and he kinda notices how quiet you are, he just nudges you slightly, and pulls you to him. it's easier to talk to you, he's calmer, when he can't directly look at you. when he feels you start to shake in his arms, feels the wet tears down your cheeks as you start to sob in his arms, his heart kinda breaks. all he can do is hold you, but it's what you need. and he'll listen too, if that's what you need as well.

tsukishima kei; i think he notices, but doesn't bring it up at all. the way he goes about it is he'll tease you to try and bring a smile on your face. because this is tsukki, and you know him well enough, you know the truth behind his jabs, enough to appreciate them. if it doesn't work, he'll just start to make fun of people in front of you, pointing random people out with you and just being like "wanna bet on what's making their relationship fall apart" this sadist i stg. like suga, he subtly makes you feel better until you yourself approach him about whatever's upsetting. actually gives 10/10 advice bc he's v honest.

asahi azumane; he's so empathetic oh my god bruh. notices immediately. "baby what's got u so upset" w a big pout on his face and when u just mumble "nothin" so low he barely catches it and instead throw yourself into his arms, he gives you a big, certified asahi bear hug. doesn't leave your side at all. constantly mutters sweet nothings and encouragements. if you do the bare minimum like make it through class he'll meet you after and be all "im so proud of my pretty baby". cuddles all day. all night. he's not very good at advice but he is the best listener !!! so attentive and you'll feel a huge weight lifted.

tanaka ryunosuke; "aight who do i need to jump" type beat. u love him so much though. that one sentence and sentiment already has you feeling better. immediately hugs you so tight, borderline suffocating you. "wanna ditch school". 100% willing to do so. he doesn't really know whether to approach it with distracting you or facing the obstacle head-on, but he finds a middle ground. eats your feelings out with you. saeko pulls out the embarrassing ryu pictures and suddenly you don't know why you were ever sad.

hinata shoyo; is really oblivious for a bit tbh. when he first meets you at the start of the day and his hyperactive self is greeted by your duller, sadder self, he doesn't think much of it. it's when you don't react to him or interact with him the way you usually would that he starts to notice you being off. he's actually super straightforward about it, and approaches you with some of your favorite snack that he bribed ukai to give him for free and just "wanna tell me whats up, baby?" he's so, so easy to talk to. immediately you're venting. and he listens to intently, gives stupidly good advice. it's like such simple approaches to your problem but?? it works. anyways you love him.

yamaguchi tadashi; will be super worried about what he could do to make it better, and kinda just tries to feed you as much positive energy as he can. once he's comfortable with people, he becomes really chatty, so i see him talking your ear off with the biggest smile on his face that you have no choice but to kind of ? mimic it? he just radiates goodness and sweetness that it shifts your own energy. he on some witchcraft shit on god. anyways when he walks you home or something, he'll just stop for a min and avoid your eyes when he says "ik u dont feel the best, but i dont want you to have to hide that from me, okay?" stan tadashi <3

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; drops everything. i mean it. i genuinely think kuroo would be such a good boyfriend that he'll sense it and text u as ur getting ready for school and be like "are u sad i feel like ur sad". you dont really wanna worry him and you'll just reassure him ur fine but he's already at your front door in — not his school uniform. insists the two of you take the day off saying "its fine babe im super smart". you two will spend the whole day just simply existing, talking when needed, he listens to you if you vent, and tries to come up with as many options of solutions for you so you don't feel weighed down. he'll make sure you eat even if you don't have an appetite, and will try to make u do something productive bc in a lotta cases, it could help you feel a lil better yk :)

kozume kenma; i pretend i do not see it — kozume kenma (2020). jbwjwks im jk. he's like tsukki in the sense that he will never address it, and he doesn't outwardly approach you about it. if it's just an off day for you, and you also happen to not have school, you'll go over to his house, hoping to feel a little bit better when you see him. "can i have a kiss, sunshine" to which he responds "why." you just go "im sad" and he gives u a big smooch. he'll have you lay on his lap while he plays his games, occasionally just sneaking in a peak at you to make sure you're okay. he'll ask if you wanna play to get your mind off things for a while. eventually, when things wind down a bit, he'll just mutter "yk i love you, yeah?" and that lights up your world hehe

haiba lev; as soon as he notices you're sad he just ☹️. he picks out a small flower and as soon as he sees you, he just tucks it by your ear, and smile so brightly and youll just be like "oh my god lev please stop being so cute". he won't really know what to do tbh, but the way he's so lost makes it so heartwarming and it honestly cheers you up all on its own. he just. "would a kiss make it better" and if you nod he'll just start kissing all over your face so softly, until he finally kisses your lips. when he pulls away he asks "again?" with a cute smile and if you nod he'll just kiss you over and over again. very simple way of cheering you up, and very foolproof tbh.

yaku morisuke; i think throughout the day, he might pester you a little bit about telling him what was wrong, but after you keep insisting you're fine, he relents, and decides that maybe giving you your own time and space to open up to him is better. he tries not to act differently in that sense, but he finds himself being a little more soft spoken, and gentler with you. i just had this image flash in my brain of you resting your head on a desk, head turned to the right, and then yaku comes and sits to your right, putting his head on the desk and facing you. and just. "hi :)" your heart melts. he kisses your forehead softly and tells you you're wonderful, in case you've forgotten. if, or when, you do open up to him, he'll be very eager to listen, and ready to fight off whoever upset you.

yamamoto taketora; this man is angry. like properly. "who the FUCK put a frown on my baby's face. speak the fuck up. i won't hurt you. ill just mutilate you." if you tell him that it's no one, and that you're just upset, he'll be so confused but he'll just nod and be like "okay. okay. do you want a hug?" and he'll hug you so tight. he'll admit that he doesn't like seeing you like this, and that he'll do anything to make it better. at first he's very cautious, but then he just lightbulb moment and as soon as you get home he'll be like "karaoke night babyyyyy" and then. no more sad.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; very. perceptive. he greets you normally, even if he notices something's off, because he won't want to worsen anything. you meet him right before he has practice after school, and he'll just cup your face, lifting them to brush at your hair, and you just sigh. "my baby's had a long day, yeah?" he'll be very gentle and careful with you, i'm sure. he gives you a kiss, smiling softly into it, and reassuring you that you're much too strong to let a single bad day destroy you like this. he meets you later that night with a lotta ice cream and you two just binge watch any reality show you could find, shit talking the actors together. he himself is terrible at talking about his feelings this dumbass >:( so he understands if you don't want to yk? will encourage u to vent it out though. expect terrible, makes no sense advice

iwaizumi hajime; he kinda like. gets mad? when you continue to be upset and not speak about it? he's not mad at you! he's just. mad. this is iwa okay. anyways. he won't bring it up mostly, only being slightly more affectionate, especially in his hand holding, which is super gentle already as it is. when he invites you over, that's when he actually starts to talk to you about it. he lets you know that there's nothing worse than seeing you like this and not knowing what to do, and that he wants you to be able to talk to him. about anything. even if you think it's stupid. he'll listen, and tell you that it's not stupid if it's making you upset. he cooks for you <33333 then bakes with you <33333 you feel a lot lighter at the end of the night tbh

hanamaki takahiro; (he's so annoying i love him). as soon as he sees you upset he makes it his mission throughout the day to cheer you up in any possible way. spams your phone while you're class with ten thousand wholesome memes. sends you pick up lines. when he meets you in between classes he just yells out "how's my favorite person in the entire world!" and kisses you so wholly in the middle of the school hallway lmfao. while he's walking you home, takes a longer route and purposely, he passes by your favorite store/bakery/ice cream parlor. buys u ur favorite, and pretends to be shocked when you give him a piece. late at night, he'll facetime you, wondering how you're feeling, asking if you needed to talk about it. whether you do or you don't, you two will fall asleep facetiming.

matsukawa issei; the minute he sees you he's like "whats wrong". no hi or anything. he has like this frown on his face, which seems off bc it's rare to see a frown on issei's face, and he just tucks your chin in his palm gently and stares at your pout. "you good, baby?" he can tell you're not, but he wants you to be able to tell him on your own. sticks by your side the entire day, and nobody really mentions it. he talks to you as if it were a normal day, but his voice has a softer edge. he's not distracting you, per se. he's more, talking to fill the space while giving you your own space to think. once you're alone, he'll just drag you to the nearest comfy surface, flop down, and pull you on top of him. if you even try to resist or ask whats going on he'll just "nap and cuddles first." and when u sleep a lil bit of ur sadness away, he'll just let you talk it out as he continues to hold you <333

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; just as empathetic as asahi, if not more. he really does feel it all with you. yk sympathy pains that partners get when women get contractions? bokuto is that partner. with bokuto, i feel like he'd never make you feel like you couldn't just straight up text him "im sad" and feel bad about it. if you ever do that, he'll immediately call, not even bothering with a text. if he can't come over, he stays with you until you've cried your heart out and then laughing until you can't breathe. if he can go over, he smothers you with love. repeatedly says "you know i love you, yeah? you know how grateful i am for you?" and in between kisses "im so lucky. so, so lucky."

akaashi keiji; i feel like as soon as akaashi notices you're down, or you're slightly off, he just grabs your hand and squeezes, forcing you to stop spacing out and focus on him for a second. if you're with a lot of people around you, he'll lean close to you and ask if you wanna go home. he'll be so soft and gentle and understanding, making up some excuse on the spot on why the two of you have to leave. if you're alone, he'll grab your hand and kind of tug you towards him, silently asking you to come into his arms, where you yourself know you feel safest. as soon as you're in the comfort of your home together, he'll like run you a bath and slip into it with you, just holding you until the water grows cold and the droplets on your skin are from your own tears. he'll wait it out, just holding you as reassurance, then make sure nothing's stopping you from spilling everything to him.

konoha akinori; when he first notices, he kinda deflates. like. who would wanna see their s/o like that? his smile is gentler when he greets you, and he's so soft with you. he grabs a pen and lifts your palm up, quickly scribbling down in his unique handwriting "i love you :) <3" on your skin, whispering for you not to wash it off until the end of the day. it is weirdly motivating tbh. as soon as the two of you are alone, he says it to you, face to face, an expected look on his face as if to ask "you know that, yeah?". puts on a movie to tune out the rest of the world, and holds you close to him as it drags on. he'll give advice if you're asking for it, but he's a better listener than anything else.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; does not notice. in all honesty, he expects you to approach him whenever you have an issue or if you're upset. he's kinda like ? so confused when you're so down and really unresponsive, until he starts to notice how touchy you are. like you're leaning more into his touch, holding onto his hand like it's your lifeline, stealing his vbc jacket because it smells like him. is very straightforward, and will just ask you if you're okay as he walks/drives you home. kinda just stops in front of your house and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulling you into a hug. "please don't be upset." he won't tell you that it kills him, but you can sense the unsaid words. he urges you to keep his jacket when he notices how safe it makes you feel. greets you the next morning with a new cactus in a pot hehe.

semi eita; is very cuddly once he notices. you'll sit at a table in school and he'll be sitting next to you, but he just pulls you into him and lets you rest your head on his chest, mumbling softly into your hair "i know you're sad and it's okay." he doesn't say anything else, just holds you there with a few kisses in between until he has to let go. late at night, if your thoughts are still keeping you up, he'll be up too, worrying, and will text you at 3 am if u wanna sneak out to meet him. takes you to the park and lays on the grass with you, picking out stars and constellations in the sky, with a soft soundtrack playing from his phone next to the two of you. he makes you feel secure enough to be sad even if you have all the blessings in the world, and makes sure you know that he'll always be there for you, even at 3 in the morning.

satori tendō; cheers you up by making you forget literally everything. replaces the sadness in your brain with just pure serotonin in any way he can think of. he'll take you to an amusement park, get ice cream with you, take you to the carnival in town, to the park, to the beach, to the pool, take you up to his house's rooftop. literally anything. and then he'll say something like "life's too short to spend it being sad over anything, darling." he's so understanding, and if you're frustrated or something he'll tell you to let it out by like wrestling him or some shit. exhausts you so much and you're filled to the brim with dopamine. he makes sure you're always happy, never seeing a dull moment in your relationship with him.

goshiki tsutomu; freaks out. plain and simple lmfao. but once he like grounds himself, he just softly comes up to you and asks you if you wanna talk about it, or if there's anything he can do. if yes, he'll break his leg running to go do it. if no, he'll just sit with you in silence, leaning over to hold your hand, talking to you about volleyball and his aspirations and how well he's improving. he's better at distracting you than helping you face your issues, mainly because he stresses out about giving the wrong advice or somehow making you sadder. he'll take a lot of pictures of you together on snapchat random filters to try and cheer you up, then later on in the night he'll send them to you and be like "look how cute we are ugh what a power couple" i love this dorkhabsjsks

shirabu kenjirō; i think he definitely notices, but keeps it to himself. he’d maybe think he’s imagining things and that you’re okay, so he’d go about his day normally. he doesn’t see you after school, and that’s when he puts two and two together and realizes yeah maybe you are sad. so he texts you, and texts you, and texts you, and gets no reply, so he just. comes over. unannounced. uninvited. just straight vibes. he’s already ordered your favorite take out, and already settling in bed with you under the cover with the lights dimmed and some chick flick playing in the background. gives the b e s t advice because he’s so blunt. like he will tell you if you’re overreacting, but you’re still his s/o, so he’d like wince as he says it. that’s all the sympathy you’re getting <3 but his bluntness will shock you into laughing hehe

inarizaki ━━

miya atsumu; usually, with atsumu, you’re always experiencing loud days. your relationship is all fun and flirty and suave and cool. but when he notices you’re sad, he goes quiet. like. eerily so. immediately pulls you aside somewhere private if you’re at a public place like school or something, and with his hands in yours he asks you if you’re okay. yk that thing where ur on the verge of tears and someone asks you if you’re okay and you just burst. yeah <3. his heart absolutely breaks and he just pulls you into a hug, resting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around your neck. he just holds you there, even if you’re missing class/your friends are worried. he’ll stay with you until your tears have dried up, until you yourself let go.

miya osamu; i don’t see osamu as someone that loves pda. i feel like he’d be a more lowkey kinda guy. but if you’re sad, that gets thrown out the window. he doesn’t really in the moment, and won’t think too much when he pulls you close to his side and just wraps an arm around your waist/shoulder. yeah he’ll get looks but he can feel you trembling and shaking from holding back tears so yk, priorities. he’ll definitely stress eat with you. takes you literally anywhere and feeds you as you rant to him with tears streaming down your face and he’s just nodding sympathetically as he stuffs your mouth one bite after the other. romance is beautiful

suna rinatarō; when he notices you’re sad, his first response is alright what the fuck who messed up. he immediately blames someone else, and if he’s right, he’ll only get really agitated. just giving everyone the side eye from where you can’t see as he walks the two of you, your hand in his tight. if it’s not someone specific, he’ll just hum thoughtfully and then nod, before pulling you away somewhere private and just sitting you down and saying “talk.” very, very good listener. i can’t stress this enough. as you’re speaking he’s already thinking of a million different ways to help you solve your problem. walks with you as he traces your hands and just quietly tells you all the solutions.

aran ojiro; oh my god as a boyfriend he ticks all the boxes. he’s great at communicating, always satisfies your needs, is trustworthy and trusts you. the list goes on. immediately knows when you’re off/sad, and just smiles softly as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and saying, “let’s go home, yeah?” at home, he makes you some calming tea, probably pulls out some cookies or brownies or biscuits (that HE made but we’re not gonna get into that) and just listens as you talk, whether it’s about why you’re sad or just in general. gives you honest advice, but also a lil biased bc he loves you hehe <3

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hxseok-honee · 3 years

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atlas heart || part 37

a/n : uhm,,, so this was 20 pages long,,,, whoops -- hope you enjoy the pain!

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“Jimin… psst-- Jimin, wake up--”

“Wake up, motherfucker!” Jimin’s eyes fly open right before he’s shutting them again, unable to cover his face in time to block the throw pillow that’s being launched at him. It falls to his lap when he sits up, and Jungkook chuckles in the doorway.

“Y/n’s been in here for fifteen minutes, trying to be nice and soft about waking you up, but you sleep like the dead. We’re gonna miss our ride at this rate.” Jimin blinks the sleep from his eyes as he focuses in on the girl that’s kneeling next to him on the bed. She’s nodding along as Jungkook speaks, and even in his half-awake state, Jimin finds her insufferably cute. He also notices that she’s fully dressed and seemingly ready to leave, her backpack by the door.

“What time is it?” His voice is groggy, but the yell he lets out when Hoseok appears suddenly at the door, disheveled and angry, is crystal clear. It looks like the Slytherin’s also just woken up, which is bad news for someone who’s yet to see Hoseok’s infamous ‘morning temper’.

“It’s almost 4:30 in the fucking morning, that’s what time it is. Our ride gets here at 5 -- I’m leaving whether you’re ready or not.” He disappears then, dragging a fearful Jungkook with him back to their room to pack their bags. Y/n turns from the doorway, settling back on her heels as she chuckles awkwardly.

“He’s just really excited to see Yoongi…”

When a minivan fit for a soccer mom with 4 kids screeches to a halt in front of the house, Jimin has to rub at his eyes to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. At the wheel sits Jin, an alarming amount of excitement in his eyes as he chugs coffee from what’s less of a cup and more of a vase with a lid. In the passenger’s seat is Namjoon, clinging to his seatbelt for dear life, and behind him are Taehyung and Yoongi, the Slytherin scooting into the middle so Jungkook can pull the end seat down and squeeze into the back row.

He waves Y/n in, and she pulls a stunned Jimin into the back with them. When the end seat locks back into place, Hoseok is throwing himself into it, wrapping himself around Yoongi once the door is closed. His boyfriend smiles with contentment, and even half-asleep, Jimin can appreciate the quiet happiness they share.

Jin slams his concerningly large coffee cup, now empty, down into the middle console and lets out a roar of energy.

“Next stop, Quidditch World Cup!” Pressing down on the gas hard enough that Y/n actually feels the tires squeal against the pavement before starting to turn, Jin takes off, rounding the rest of the massive courtyard before flying back down the winding driveway. Her hand reaches for Jimin’s on instinct, and if she wasn’t squeezing so hard, he might have blushed.

“What’re the chances of us dying before we even get there?” Jimin chuckles at her question, cutting himself short when the car slides into traffic much too recklessly, so he just hums.

“Probably much higher than you want me to admit--”

“Hey, who has my road snacks? I’ve got such a hankering for one of those cinnamon roll thingies--” Jin reaches blindly back into the middle row, searching for the bag of food on Taehyung’s lap.

“Both hands on the wheel!” It seems the entire car’s in agreement, because Jin just returns to his previous position, a small whine leaving him.

“Alright, alright, you big babies. Namjoon -- feed me, buddy.” The Ravenclaw groans loudly, and for a moment Jimin can’t believe he’d missed all these idiots while he was away.

When Jin pulls into the campground for the World Cup, they’re all gasping as they take in the scene around them. The arena’s unbelievably massive, towering over them in the distance. The sea of people is endless, crowded beyond belief with spectators and traveling merchants preparing for tomorrow’s match. Following Yoongi’s directions until they manage to find the plot of land his parents had reserved for them, Jin pulls off into the treeline and puts the car in park.

The group stumbles from the vehicle, groaning and stretching, shaking off the anxiety of entrusting Jin with their lives for hours. It’s a little past 11am, enough time for them to set up before lunch. Y/n follows Jimin into the spacious area, admiring the excited chaos of the enormous campground around them. She can hear Jin mumbling a spell under his breath to shrink the car and put it in his pocket, followed almost immediately by Jungkook excitedly asking if he can 'do that with a house -- or Hogwarts!'

Jimin takes her hand, and for a second, she thinks that maybe he’s making a move on her, something that leaves her embarrassingly hopeful. But all he does is pull her close to him, pointing at Yoongi with his other hand. The Slytherin is pulling a tiny tent out of his own pocket and setting it on the ground in the middle of their plot of land. Y/n doesn’t even see Yoongi utter a spell before the tent is growing to full size, and she can only imagine that the inside has been bewitched to fit all 8 of them -- something else that Yoongi’s done without speaking.

“Nonverbal magic?” It slips out without her thinking, and Yoongi hears it, glancing at her and becoming visibly shy under her curious gaze. He nods, pointing back at Hoseok, whose attention is caught trying to convince Jungkook not to try shrinking himself with Jin’s spell.

“We both know it -- most Slytherins do, actually… should I call it a defense mechanism? We don’t like to let people know what we’re thinking.”

“It’s pretty fascinating, if you think about it.” It comes from Namjoon, where he and Tae are unpacking not too far away. “Even in class, Yoongi would always practice nonverbally -- he’d get in trouble for it, too.” The Slytherin shrugs as if performing nonverbal magic isn’t difficult for most people unless the caster is under incredible distress.

“What can I say? A habit’s a habit. I haven’t used verbal magic in years -- it’s just more comfortable this way.” He ducks into the tent then, poking his head out and waving them in once he’s checked the quality of his adjustments to their living space for the next couple days.

They all head inside, Y/n looking around in awe when she sees just how big it is. There’s a section of bunk beds on the far side of the room, and the rest is filled with endlessly cozy spaces -- couches and cushions, corners piled high with blankets and pillows. There’s a small kitchenette in the corner, which Jin makes a beeline for in order to 'preserve his perishables'. Jimin shakes his head at the scene, always amused by the depth of the Hufflepuff’s stomach.

Jungkook pulls Y/n to one of the couches, where they collapse on it in a sibling pile that Jimin’s gotten used to seeing over the last 24 hours. It doesn’t stop the rest of the group (sans Hoseok, of course) from gawking at the pair, everyone unused to seeing the dynamic that’s been essentially nonexistent at Hogwarts. They don’t even notice, Y/n looking up at Jungkook with emotional eyes.

“I can’t believe I have friends to share this with.” She doesn’t realize the group is listening, and they all feel simultaneously touched and saddened by her words. Jungkook only ruffles her hair fondly.

“Get used to it, kid -- things are looking up for us.” It’s then that Jungkook happens to glance up, catching Taehyung’s gaze and seeing glossy tears in the boy’s eyes. Looking around, he notes that everyone’s got a similar expression, and he wonders what they must think of Y/n -- of the girl they don’t know enough about to understand her sentiments. He also wonders why they seem so moved by her words.

The awkward moment’s cut short by Namjoon clearing his throat. He points toward Jin, who’s standing by the fridge.

“We have enough food in there to feed us for a week, but Jin said it’s all ‘snacks’, so it looks like we have to go buy lunch.” Everyone nods, accepting that Jin would probably bite them before letting them into the kitchenette, and they start heading back out into the campground.

By the time night’s fallen, they’re all exhausted and a bit giddy. It’s almost 10, the effects of waking up at 4am weighing down on the group as they sit together in front of their tent. Hoseok and Yoongi had set up a small fire for them to gather around, Jimin playing music quietly from the small speaker Tae had packed as they talk amongst themselves.

Namjoon leans against a decently sized pile of rocks, reading quietly with the light from the fire. Y/n suspects he’s not actually reading, having caught his smile every time someone had cracked a lame joke, but she doesn’t call him on it. He looks peaceful there, in his quiet corner. Yoongi and Hoseok sit together on one side of the fire, whispering to each other and smiling about things only they know. Jungkook, Tae, and Jin are huddled, having a small argument about some of the merchandise being sold by the traveling shops that are set up around the campground.

Y/n sits with Jimin, watching the group and jokingly judging Jimin’s music taste as he scrolls through his phone. They’re sitting awfully close together, and Jimin thinks in the back of his mind that they must look about as cozy as Yoongi and Hoseok do -- that thought brings him much more joy than it should.

Despite the endless chatter and liveliness of the campground, the night starts to wind down, the sky clouding over in a way that makes it seem darker than it already is. It’s a perfectly good time for everyone to head to bed, but the chaotic trio has apparently decided to escalate their quarrel, the three of them jumping up at the same time.

“We’re going to check out some stuff -- it’s important!” Jungkook calls out to the rest of the group right before disappearing into the crowd with Jin and Tae. Namjoon promptly shuts his book, standing with a groan and heading in the direction they’d just gone. He offers them a shrug as an explanation.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on them.” He’s gone soon, leaving Jimin and Y/n to make awkward eye contact with Hoseok and Yoongi. Y/n locks eyes with Hoseok, and Jimin gets the strange feeling, from the way Hoseok’s eyes widen and then narrow suspiciously, that they’re communicating telepathically. The Slytherin shakes his head subtly, and then again a little more forcefully, before sighing heavily and rising to his feet. Holding his hand out, he helps Yoongi -- who looks as confused as Jimin feels -- to his feet before pointing noncommittally in the same direction their friends had gone.

“Apparently, I’m hungry enough to go searching for a snack, even though we have snacks in the tent.” Yoongi smirks at the clear annoyance in Hoseok’s voice, tugging him toward the crowd.

“Come on -- let’s go find a tree to make out under.” Immediately, Hoseok’s gaze becomes one of mischievous excitement, and he practically skips after the shorter boy into the distance. Jimin makes a noise of disgust, mirrored by Y/n’s expression.

Jimin only properly registers that they’re alone when his phone automatically starts playing a slower song -- rather, he properly registers that Y/n had asked Hoseok to leave them alone. Turning to her suddenly as if for an explanation, he finds that she’s staring into the fire with the intensity of someone who’s very socially awkward. He can’t help the breath of laughter that leaves him, one that becomes real laughter when she glares at him.

“You look like you just realized the consequences of your actions.” Her jaw drops, and she pushes at his shoulder, affronted.

“Sue me for wanting to spend time alone with you!” Immediately, she’s hiding her face in her hands, groaning. She wonders if maybe -- if she wishes for it enough -- the ground will just open up around her and swallow her whole. Her ears feel like they’re being set on fire when she hears Jimin’s laughter ringing through the air, and she hates that she loves the sound anyway.

“When are you just going to admit that you’re in love with me, Y/n? I promise I won’t laugh.” She mumbles something into her hands, and it sounds suspiciously like ‘you’re already laughing’. Jimin tugs at her wrist, dragging her out from her hiding spot and forcing her to look at him.

“How about we make a deal?” Y/n sends him another glare, but it’s her pout that catches his attention and drives him to the brink of insanity. “We can say it together -- count to three and admit how crazy we are about each other at the same time.” Y/n rolls her eyes and snatches her wrist from his hold, turning back to the fire, which has basically died down completely by now.

“Stop messing around, you big dork.” Jimin holds his hand to his chest and gasps.

“I have never been so serious about something in my life as I am about this.” He keeps talking, a dramatic monologue about his integrity, but something triggers the alarm bells in the back of her head -- the same alarm bells that have kept her alive up to this point -- and she’s immediately distracted.

Glancing around, she finds that nothing’s changed in their surroundings -- families and groups of friends still celebrate the start of the World Cup, the chaos of thousands of people in one place never-ending. But there’s something in the air, something that sets her nerves on edge. Looking up, she realizes that it’s gotten exceptionally dark, the clouds concentrating into one dense curtain in the sky, removing any sign that the stars had been there in the first place.

“Jimin, wait… this doesn’t feel right.” Realizing, based on the pained expression that fills Jimin’s face when she interrupts his secretly heartfelt rant, that she’s said the wrong thing at the wrong time, Y/n shakes her head quickly, motioning out into the distance. “I’m talking about this -- something’s off.” She ignores Jimin’s lingering eyes on her when she stands from her spot on the ground, looking to the treeline and taking in their surroundings. He joins her when he gets a clear look at her face and sees how urgent her gaze is.

The breeze is gone, leaving her with the taste of stale smoke in her lungs, the air still foggy from the bonfire. It seems the sense of freedom had left with the boys, since all she can feel is an invisible weight coming down on her chest -- something coming for her.

And come it does, in Jimin’s frozen form and horrified gaze, staring straight over Y/n’s shoulder into the sky behind her. Whipping around, terrified about what she might find, she’s stepping backwards and colliding with Jimin’s chest before she can even register what she’s seeing. The clouds have darkened considerably and are moving of their own accord, twisting and turning as they take shape in the sky. Jimin begins to shake uncontrollably as the storm clouds become one, revealing the skull with the open jaw, a massive snake emerging from within and wrapping itself cleanly around the top.

“That’s-”

“Guys!”

“Jimin, Y/n-”

“We’re so fucked!” The rest of the group comes crashing into the space in panicked chaos, tearing through their campsite with thinly veiled terror. Taehyung and Namjoon make a beeline for their tent as the sounds of pained screams start to filter in, replacing the comfortable memories of the bonfire with something much darker. Yoongi stands near the fire pit, turning in circles and pulling at his hair desperately as he realizes where they are.

“This isn’t -- this tent, it’s in the middle of --” He stops, breathing hard, hands still buried in his hair as the thought finally hits. “My parents put us in the middle of Slytherin territory.”

Jin comes in behind everyone else, firing curses over his shoulder as he calls out to the group, scanning their faces and doing a mental headcount.

“We need to get out of here -- the muggleborns should go first.” He locks eyes with Namjoon as the older Ravenclaw exits the tent carrying a bag. Namjoon nods, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s wrist and moving toward Y/n, who hasn’t left Jimin’s side.

“I grabbed everything important, so let’s just go.” He reaches for Y/n’s arm, triggering Jimin’s protectiveness. Jimin pulls her closer on instinct, and Namjoon sighs as he releases Taehyung in order to grab both of them. “We need to go.” He addresses Y/n under his breath. “You’re not safe here, either.” They keep eye contact for just a moment, but it’s enough that Y/n is left with the feeling of ice in her blood even after Namjoon’s turned back to the group.

How much… does he know?

Before she can question Jimin about Namjoon’s suspicious behavior, Jimin’s tugging her toward his friends as they move toward the edge of the forest. Pulling back and forcing Jimin to a stop, Y/n points at Jungkook, who has now flanked Jin and is defending one part of their campsite from the oncoming hoard of Slytherins.

“I’m not leaving without him.” The conflicted look that crosses Jimin’s face tears at Y/n’s heart, but she stands her ground, motioning back toward Jungkook. “I have to stay-”

“What? No, you have to go!” The call comes from behind her, and it’s only a matter of moments before Jungkook is by her side, shoving her into Jimin’s arms. “Take her with you! Don’t you ever let her out of your sight-”

“Jungkook, watch out-”

Taehyung yells out to him, just a moment too late. Y/n watches in horror as a red light appears just over Jungkook’s shoulder. It grows bigger and bigger as it flies toward them, accompanied by the disgusted shriek of “Blood Traitor!”, and all she can do is hug Jungkook to her as she waits for the curse to strike him in between his shoulder blades.

Pulling him close, she barely manages to catch the flash of silver that appears, encompassing them as another body slides into view and blocks out everything else. The shield charm is cast wordlessly and so powerfully that it knocks the Slytherin who’d attacked them clean off his feet. Thrown back at least ten feet, he’s left bewildered and sore.

Hoseok stands between Jungkook and the army of Slytherins, breathing heavily as the shield dissipates around them. He holds his head high as he stares down the group, resigning himself to the fact that, after years of hiding his true self from his housemates, his loyalties have been clearly defined in that moment.

The silence that follows is only broken by the soft fwip of a wand being slipped out of a pocket, and it’s as Hoseok is whipping his head around that another red light appears, its caster completely silent. The curse burns through the air, almost as if in slow motion, cutting through the space right under Hoseok’s ear with the sharp precision of a skilled marksman and meeting its target on the other side, searing the ends of Hoseok’s hair as it goes. The Slytherin who’d been poised to attack from the treeline is hurled backwards, disappearing into the forest as everyone watches him go, Yoongi’s wand still trained on the spot where he’d stood.

The cold fury that fills Yoongi’s eyes is replaced with concern as he lowers his wand and rushes to Hoseok’s side, giving him a once over before turning to face the growing crowd of Death Eaters in-training, aligning his loyalties just the same as Hoseok had. Y/n allows herself the small smile that arises when she sees the gaze that Hoseok casts upon Yoongi, filled with the kind of love she could only hope to have in her own life. The moment doesn’t last long.

The group of friends, realizing almost simultaneously that they’re being surrounded, forms a huddle facing outward, wands steady as they prepare for the attack.

“If we make it out of this shit alive, I’m going to throw the biggest fit of my life when I get home.” The mention of the Dark Lord’s most loyal Min family sets off the first wave of curses, their traitorous son the target.

One by one, the group takes down their attackers, tiring out but never giving up. Minimal injuries are sustained on their end, their will to survive too strong to forgive even the slightest mistake. Jimin keeps one hand on Y/n at all times, unwilling to lose track of her for even a moment, as if she’s not been stuck to his side all night.

Curses rain down on them from all sides, the Dark Mark in the sky peeking through the shower of red lights as they fight for their lives. Jimin feels Y/n stagger beside him, but she seems to be unharmed when he looks her over. Glancing in alarm at the moon, barely visible amongst all the smoke and mayhem, Jimin curses under his breath as he remembers the date -- and more importantly, that she hadn’t yet taken her dose for the night. He pours all his energy into his attacks from that moment on, everything suddenly becoming much more urgent.

Time passes so slowly that none of them are quite sure how long they’ve been there, fighting in a war they’d never asked for. Just when Y/n thinks they might be losing -- that they might be forced to pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord, or even killed where they stand -- there’s a loud pop and a gush of wind passes over all of them.

From within their circle comes the angered cry of Sirius Black, who manages to deflect a rather mean curse headed straight for Jin’s chest. He’s followed by James and Remus, the three of them throwing themselves into the mix so carelessly that it catches the Slytherins by surprise. James takes advantage of the delay, surging out of the circle toward the largest density of Slytherins and pointing his wand at the ground closest to them.

“Confringo!” The earth beneath their feet shudders under James’ command, collapsing in on itself before exploding outward, sending no less than 10 people flying through the air and creating a chaos too intense for the rest to handle. The world around them becomes fuzzy and confusing, and Y/n feels nothing except the hands that pull at her and urge her forward into the forest.

They all manage to stumble far enough away from the mess to gather their bearings, but the shouts of their enemies are not far off. As soon as they confirm that they’re all alive and relatively unscathed, Remus takes Y/n by the elbow and pulls her gently to him. Jimin is reluctant to let her go.

“I need to talk to you -- we have to go somewhere safe.” Sirius is collecting the rest of the group and giving them the location of a safe place to meet, a small cottage in the countryside where he and Remus had been living.

“You guys head there first, we’ll meet you.” He hands the keys to Jungkook, who nods in understanding as he sees that Remus has no intention to rejoin the group. Jimin starts to reach for Y/n, unhappy with their separation, but Hoseok speaks up from the back. He’s being half-carried by Yoongi, his leg having suffered a bit of damage from James’ blasting curse, but not so much that he couldn’t walk. Y/n bites back a smirk, suspecting that Hoseok had just been looking for an excuse to need Yoongi, who is absolute garbage at hiding how pleased he is.

“Make sure you come back soon. I trust you guys, and I know you need to talk in private, but I don’t like not having Y/n close in times like this.” Remus nods, acknowledging Jungkook as well, before leading Y/n away. The boys start to apparate away, James helping Hoseok and Yoongi get to the house safely before returning to join his friends. Remus has led Y/n a safe enough distance away that the Slytherins would have a hard time finding them and is explaining the gravity of the situation to her.

“-- to infiltrate a pack of werewolves living in the mountains. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, Y/n.” Y/n examines Remus’ face, noting the new scars and the exhaustion that lies heavy in his eyes. He looks nothing like the bright school boy from just a few months ago, and she knows he’s seen unimaginable things in the short time that he’s been working under Dumbledore. They all look drained and, frankly, terrified. The lives they’d been promised from a young age were fading away into this dreary nothingness, this thankless job where nothing is more uncertain than the future.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you? Just tell me you’ll be careful -- all of you.” Remus looks taken aback by her words, and Sirius can’t suppress the soft chuckle that escapes him, amazed at this girl standing before him, not nearly as reserved as they’d all thought her to be.

“Of course we’ll be careful, love. Don’t you trust us?” Y/n shakes her head, smiling despite her scoff.

“Trust you guys? I didn’t realize you were an aspiring comedian, Sirius.” They laugh openly now, thankful for even just this moment of reprieve from the hell they live in. Remus leans over, patting her adoringly on her head, as if they weren’t damn near the same age.

“Good, that’s good. Don’t trust anyone, Y/n, you hear me? Don’t trust anyone you wouldn’t die for. Can you do that for me?” Y/n nods, the picture of those boys in that cottage in the countryside coming to mind so easily.

“I know who my people are. There’s no one else besides them -- and you guys. So try your best not to get yourselves killed?” James salutes her once as Sirius nods. Remus moves to agree, but the sound of leaves crunching not too far away triggers an immediate response in him. Lunging forward and taking her into his arms, he throws Y/n over his shoulder and takes off running, knowing better than anyone else what it would mean if she were caught. Y/n watches with horror as two Death Eaters appear out of what looks like thin air, sending James and Sirius into action. She can do nothing but watch as they deflect curses while maintaining their ground.

Remus sets her down a long distance away, trying to warn her again, but her attention is on the action they’d just managed to escape. She tries to push past him to go help James and Sirius, but he grabs her by the shoulders quickly and forces her to look at him, shaking her roughly in the process.

“Listen to me, Y/n- listen to me!” She meets his eyes, alarmed by the frustration in his voice. “The public knows. They know now just to what extent the werewolf population is siding with Voldemort. Everything before this summer was just speculation -- of course the evil magical beasts should side with the Dark Lord, right? Well, the Minister of Magic just released a statement this morning. Everyone knows now. And it won’t matter how much we cry and beg and plead for our lives -- if they catch us, we’re dead. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Y/n can do no more than stare into Remus’ eyes, wishing this all away -- wishing that they could just be back in school, a bunch of kids with no worries about the war. But the longer she stares into his eyes, the longer she realizes that they don’t just have to worry about the war now. They’re part of it. Two werewolves with way too many people keeping their secret. James, Sirius, Peter, Jungkook, Hoseok, and now Jimin? And --

Does Namjoon know, too? Just who the hell else has to be put into danger because of what I am?

Y/n steps through the front gate of the cottage, having been dropped off by Remus -- she’s not of age yet to apparate alone -- before he disappeared again, presumably to help his friends escape. She’s barely within ten feet of the front door when it’s flying open, Jimin appearing before her with wild eyes. He rushes at her, taking her into his arms with a desperation he didn’t even know he felt. She pats at his back, unsure of what to say, still dazed from everything Remus had told her.

“I was only gone a few minutes…” Jimin pulls back, looking at her as if she’s insane.

“I don’t care. Those were the worst few minutes of my life. I hated not knowing if you were okay.” He looks her over, patting at her arms gently. “You are okay, right?” When she nods he sighs before glancing around them urgently as if realizing they’re out in the open. He tugs her inside, shutting the door tightly behind them. He’s about to motion her down the hallway into the living room, where the rest of their friends are regrouping, but she stops him. The look she gives him is suspicious, and he’s unsure why.

“Jimin, you told me you would never breathe a word of what I am to anyone…” He looks at her with alarm, shaking his head.

“I didn’t tell anyone anything -- why? What happened?” She examines him for a moment, seeing that Jimin’s as confused as she is. She proceeds with caution, realizing that if Jimin really hadn’t said anything, then this conversation is about to be very uncomfortable.

“I think… Namjoon might know something…” Jimin feels like he can’t breathe then, the air stopping short in his chest as his heart drops out from under him. He swears without thinking, the word slipping out as he processes what she’s saying.

“Fuck… shit… fuck…” Y/n squints at him, unsure of where his mind’s just gone. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, another swear falling from his lips as guilt overcomes him. He opens his mouth to explain, but he can’t bring himself to look her in the eyes.

“Before I figured out… everything, I would talk to Joon about things that confused me… about you.” He opens his eyes just enough to glance at her before looking away, but he’s surprised that she isn’t fuming with anger. She’s only thinking carefully about his words.

“So, he probably put it together on his own.” She comes to the conclusion as she ponders, offering the reason for Namjoon’s comment to her earlier. Jimin lurches forward, taking her hand in both of his, eyes pleading.

“I swear to you, Y/n, I didn’t say a word of this to him after I figured it out. I completely dropped it, and when he asked me why, I just told him I was respecting your privacy by minding my own business -- I promise, I never said anything--”

“Jimin!” His name cuts through the air, and his mouth snaps shut immediately to give her room to talk. “I’m not mad at you. I’m more worried than anything… I wonder who else knows…”

“Uhm, actually--” The new voice has them both turning to look to the end of the hallway, where Tae’s standing awkwardly in the doorway to the living room. He’s flanked by Jin and Yoongi, Namjoon standing with Jungkook and Hoseok just inside the room.

“--I think we all know…” The blood drains from both Y/n and Jimin’s faces as Jungkook and Hoseok look to each other in alarm. Jin nods, Yoongi smiling awkwardly to confirm what Tae’s saying. The air in the house is cold, no one willing to break the tense silence while Y/n processes what she’s just heard. She meets Jungkook’s eyes then, his gaze betraying the immense fear that he’s feeling, much like the ice running through her veins.

None of them even notice the front door opening behind Jimin, the three Marauders stumbling into the house, disheveled but generally unscathed. They stop short at the scene before them, glancing amongst themselves before James is breaking the silence himself.

“Are we… interrupting something…?”

“Okay, someone start talking before I go insane.” They’re all crowded into the living room meant only for a few people, Y/n and Remus sitting together on a couch in the middle of the room, everyone else taking up the extra seats and floor space. It looks like a club meeting gone horribly wrong, if the discomfort in everyone’s eyes is anything to go by. Y/n looks around after demanding an explanation, finally looking to Namjoon, as he’s the only one she’d been aware of until a few minutes ago. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“After Jimin suddenly stopped all the obsessive theorizing and curiosities, I got suspicious… I had a feeling he’d put everything together, and I was worried that he was getting himself into some kind of trouble because that’s just the kind of nosy Ravenclaw he is. I just put it together myself so I could help him if I needed to…” Jimin grimaces at Namjoon’s words, knowing them to be true but disliking the description all the same.

The glare of irritation Jungkook’s been shooting him doesn’t help, but Hoseok pulls the Gryffindor’s attention away with a bump of his knee against Jungkook’s thigh. When Jungkook drags his burning gaze away from Jimin to look at Hoseok, Jimin’s shocked to see that Hoseok’s simply shaking his head at the Jeon heir, silently telling him to back off. Jimin’s eyes widen then, never having experienced such a sense of stunned relief as he feels in this moment with Hoseok’s quiet support.

Jungkook turns his annoyed gaze over to the spot where Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi sit. He locks eyes with his roommate of six years.

“Tae?” The boy in question looks down at his hands sheepishly, glancing at Y/n in a way that seems almost apologetic. When he lifts his head, he speaks directly to her, feeling that his explanation should be for her and her alone.

“Jimin’s my best friend… it would be weird if I wasn’t worried about him with him acting so strange. I didn’t really figure it out until the beginning of the summer, when I started spending more time with you -- I noticed how sick you’d get around the same time each month, and you’d always look so tired afterwards. I know we don’t know each other as well as Jimin knows you, but I was worried about you, so I… did my own digging and put the pieces together. It also explained a lot about all the times Jungkook would run out of our room in a panic in the middle of the night. There were just… a lot of things that made sense once I’d started to think about it.” Y/n keeps her eyes on him, trying to process the guilt in his eyes and wondering why he sounds so upset. “I know that you’re probably terrified of us knowing, but I promise I was just worried about you. I’m sorry I was snooping in your life…”

Y/n sees then that Taehyung feels the same kind of responsibility that Jimin had always carried in his eyes -- one of fear that his actions would bring her harm. He’d been sitting with that for the whole summer, quietly trying his best to keep her safe by pretending he knew nothing at all. She opens her mouth to tell him that he has nothing to feel bad about, but Jin’s clearing his throat.

“I, uh-- we--” He gestures to the space between himself and Yoongi, whose gaze is one of cautious observation as the conversation goes on around him. “We… were on our way back to Yoongi’s room and overheard you and Hoseok talking -- something about Jimin finding out… Hoseok was really upset, and he was kind of yelling. We didn’t mean to eavesdrop -- it’s just that we were right outside, and you were trying to calm him down, and he was just saying a lot of stuff that was confusing and weird, but it was obvious what was going on.” Jin glances over at Yoongi as if to confirm his story, and the Slytherin only nods. He turns back to Y/n, finishing his explanation. “We found out together--”

“Actually--” Everyone’s attention turns to Yoongi, who shifts uncomfortably under the weight of their gazes. He clears his throat, scratching at his neck while he finds his words. “Actually… I already knew by then. I think, based on what everyone’s been saying, that I probably knew before any of them…” He trails off, leaving the group to devolve into strained chaos.

“Wait, you knew?”

“How long have you known?!”

“When did you find out?” Ignoring the barrage of questions, Yoongi only looks to Hoseok, whose eyes tell how shocked he is. Flicking his gaze to Y/n, Yoongi continues.

“Do you remember when we first met? That night in the Hospital Wing -- it was before winter break.” Y/n’s jaw drops as her memories fly all the way back to December -- almost a year prior. “I went to visit you, originally because Hobi had mentioned something about going to visit a friend and I was looking for an excuse to see him.” Hoseok laughs under his breath, still stunned into disbelief about the situation, but Yoongi hasn’t stopped talking, almost rambling now.

“I had just found out that you guys were even friends -- it was really weird for me to think about, you know? Until then, he’d only ever been friends with Slytherins, and even then he seemed hesitant about getting close to them. I mean, I get it, that’s how I was, too. But to find out that my roommate since first year had a secret friend group with people that made no sense for him to know -- I was curious about you. I wanted to see what you were like. Especially because Jimin was, like, obsessed with you -- sorry, Jimin.” The Ravenclaw grimaces again, hating that he’s been described only as obsessive but knowing that that’s exactly what he’d been like.

“So… what does that have to do with finding out about me? How did you know?” Y/n leans forward, elbows on her knees as she looks intently at Yoongi. He sighs in response.

“Look. My entire life, I’ve been trying to separate myself from my name. My parents are objectively fucking insane, and I want nothing to do with them, especially now that they pulled that bullshit with the World Cup reservation. I can’t be like them, okay? I would rather die fighting on the right side of this war than ever pledge my allegiance to that nose-less freak. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still live at the Min Estate. And the Min Estate -- it’s like a beacon for the wicked and evil. I’ve seen every kind of creature walk through the doors of my house whenever my parents hold their Death Eater meetings. It’s like a monthly book club, but for murder. So I know what werewolves are like. I know the signs and the symptoms, and I know how cruel and vicious they can be.”

Y/n breaks her gaze then, staring down at her feet as he confirms every fear that she’s ever felt -- that she would be seen as a monster, an evil beast with only the instinct to kill. All the same, it hurts to hear him say it out loud.

“And that’s why I knew you were nothing like them.” Y/n’s head whips up, and she sees that Yoongi’s focused on conveying to her with his eyes that he means what he’s said. He doesn’t see the affection that fills Hoseok’s gaze, replacing the icy fear he’d been feeling the entire time Yoongi’s been talking.

“You’re nothing like them, Y/n. You’re kind and considerate, and you’re so shy around new people that even I’m in pain just watching you struggle to talk. You’re really fucking weird, and your sense of humor has been shaped by growing up with a crazy ass Gryffindor brother and this sarcastic asshole--” He points then to his boyfriend, finally feeling confident enough to look Hoseok in the eye as he cracks the joke before returning his attention to Y/n.

“So, yes, you’re a werewolf. But you’ve got nothing to worry about with me. Or any of us, to be honest.” The rest of the group nods then, and Y/n feels the air returning to her lungs after so long of holding her breath. It’s only when she looks to Remus, who still seems unsure, that she remembers how complicated their situation is.

“I appreciate that, I really do. You guys have no idea how scared I was that you’d find out… but it’s not as simple as you think -- not that any of this has been simple to begin with. It’s just… more complicated--”

“So, are we talking about Remus, or something else?” Taehyung speaks up, looking genuinely confused about what she’s alluding to. James and Sirius tense where they sit on either side of Remus, whose gaze has just become very guarded.

“I’m not sure what you mean--”

“The ‘you being a werewolf’ thing? Yeah, that wasn’t hard to figure out once I knew what to look for in Y/n.” It’s Jin who cuts him off, Yoongi and Namjoon nodding along. Jungkook throws his hands in the air, flopping back against the couch with an exasperated sigh.

“Just how bad are we at keeping things a secret around here?!” Remus groans in response, but James and Sirius seem to be taking the news in stride.

“Look on the bright side, Moony -- now we have an army of hooligans to keep you guys safe!” Remus rolls his eyes in irritation before looking to Y/n for help. She stares down at her hands, feeling more exhausted than she’s ever felt in her life -- and she experiences monthly painful transformations that leave her bedridden for days after.

“This isn’t a joke, James.” The Potter boy snaps his mouth shut when, for the first time since meeting her, Y/n’s voice carries an edge when she addresses him. “The number of people that are in danger now because of what we are has just doubled. And now there are muggleborns involved -- what’s going to happen if anyone gets wind that they know something about us? With what the Ministry’s just released… it’s too much. This is all too much.” Namjoon hums then, pulling Y/n out of the dangerously dark mental dive she was just about to take.

“I mean, we’re involved in this war whether we know about you guys or not. We’re already fighting for our lives -- what difference does it make if we know what you are? If anything, it gives us a reason to fight harder.” He gestures among all of them, all eleven of them in that room.

“We’re all we have left in this war -- why wouldn’t we do everything it takes to keep each other safe?”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #jimin x reader #park jimin

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tsuumu · 4 years

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hii! i really like your blog so far, you’re writing is really good! this idea just popped up in my head so idk if it’ll actually make sense but i’ll try lmao. so could you write some headcanons of sugawara, tendou, and kuroo w/ a shy s/o who gets jealous of some girls that come up to them, and she tries to tell them that shes jealous, and how they would react to that? thank you so much, and i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense lmaoo :)

kuroo, tendou and sugawara with a jealous s/o.

good evening anon! this req is written in a school setting with various s/o personalities. i really hope you like it. <3

(the kuroo section is CONSIDERABLY longer than the other two and i apologise for that!! D: )

• nekoma’s volleyball team had become quite popular after the nationals tournament, where they had fought tirelessly and with extreme talent for everybody to see. people knew of the members and especially of their handsome captain. kuroo was prideful of his position and liked to flaunt his team’s successes to those who were interested, unknowing that they were probably more interested in him.

• he’s been talked about a lot lately. your friends always want updates on your ‘volleyball prince’, to which you promptly swat them away. he’s not a famous person. he’s just a high-school boy. a really cute, out-going, intelligent high-school boy.

• kuroo spends his free time in classes with girls on, around and at his desk, happily answering all the questions they gave him.

• unfortunately, you’re not so pleased. since tetsu had chemistry exam prep, his class has moved just a few doors down from yours. usually you wouldn’t get to see him during class because the lab work was done on the other side of the school, however he cheerily mentioned the change to you this morning whilst you were walking together.

• it happens as you’re on your way to your next room, stopping abruptly at the thought of the walk and peering in to see what was going on. after a short few seconds of scanning, you catch sight your boyfriend’s signature, dark hair. he’s chattering away to his female classmates.

• you really can’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest.

• you’ve never been overly protective or possessive of kuroo, at least, there had never been circumstances that lead you to feeling that way. you just stand there momentarily, staring at the varying expressions of the girls. tetsu is so oblivious. they’re totally hitting on him. you can’t help but sigh out. yes. he’s the talk of the town right now but wouldn’t you stop to ask him if he’s even single? you’re not angry, just a little bitter that you couldn’t sit with him like that and let them know of your existence.

• one of the girls closest to kuroo punches his arm lightly and you focus your attention back on them. you can’t figure out what on earth the actual conversation is about but she keeps placing her hands on his arms when she’s laughing or speaking enthusiastically.

• you’re not a fan of that at all, it makes the jab at your ribs heavier. you decide, ‘fuck it’ and push on the door to open it. it’s entirely on impulse and the nervousness sets in when the classroom quitens and -give or take- twenty eyes are set onto you.

• the second kuroo turns his head, he stands up at once, that shit-eating grin you know and love dearly plastered all over this face. it’s like the conversation with anybody else ended the second he saw you.

“woah. i didn’t know the next teacher was gonna be the love of my life! no, but seriously, what have you done to him, babe?”

you push on his chest lightly and tell him to quit it, cheeks burning at how loud he is, before embracing him tightly and wrapping your arms around him. you feel much safer.

• yaku chucks a piece of balled paper at you two from another area of the classroom.

“hey, you two. i know we signed up for chemistry but not your chemistry!”

• kuroo just throws it back, before kissing you on the forehead. you mumble into the fabric of his button-up that you’re just on your way to your next lesson and you’ll probably be late now. you just wanted to see him and tell those girls you’re uninterested. he chuckles out, moving back slightly to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“well i’m glad you did. this was the best surprise ever.”

• he leans closer, pressing his lips to your ear in a coy whisper.

“what girls? there’s girls? i thought they only made one in this entire world just for me. if it’s not another you, i’ll pass.” the corners of your mouth tug into a smile, burying your nose more into him.

“hey, kitty. as much as i’d like to keep you in here forever, like a cat that very obviously has another owner, i’ll just have to see you after class. i’ll be right outside your door. okay? now scram.”

• he flicks your forehead and walks with you to your next class. you grumble playfully. on your way, you meet eyes with the girls earlier. they’re shell-shocked, previously unbeknownst of your existence, you give them a small wave before holding his arm tightly and smiling to yourself.

• tendou is the life of the party wherever he goes. everybody seems to know him and it’s not always because of volleyball. he just seems to be friends with everyone. he’s the type to be chatting with teachers, students, the old, the young. he’s a mood setter and everybody loves him.

• you fell for him. hard.

• before dating him, it made you a little agitated that everybody got along with him so well. you never knew if his smooth words and instantaneous charm were factors of all his conversations. you could never approach him, since you’d never been good at displaying romantic intentions through actions. unfortunately, these small thoughts persisted even after he himself approached you and asked you out for coffee after school one day, despite not knowing you at all. even after he kissed you on the step of your door months later. even after he eventually begged you to be his.

• you aren’t too big on publicly displaying your relationship. initiating PDA was never your thing. you weren’t embarrassed of him at all, you just preferred to stay completely professional and education-orientated when in school. he’ll tease you, once even told you you remind him of a female ushijima... before staring at the ground to reflect on his own comment and taking it back vehemently (he doesn’t want to imagine dating his best friend in front of you).

• whenever you ask him if girls talk to him, he hushes you copiously, assuring you that every man and woman that’s entered his life after you as resembled humanoid blobs in purple uniform. he has eyes for only you.

• you’re a little cold, you tend to be when jealousy sets in. like that one day your friend told you that this notoriously pretty second year had approached him, handing him a blank lined sheet and asking for his help with her english work. you found out later that she’d thanked him with fluttering eyelashes and big smiles, before frowning down at the paper.

• he’d ended up practicing his signature over and over on the page because -and you quote- “i suck at english too but this paper was good document-signing practice, so thanks!”

• a relief washes over you. you and tendou are stark opposites, in fact, the only time you ever feel obliged to lose your cool is over him. however, you know he’s loyal. he loves you very much and hopes that you’ll come to trust him with your entire heart one day.

• you vow to work on it, hard.

if sugawara was my s/o i’d just accept that everyone else would probably fall in love with him too

• this boy is made of honey. the first time you laid eyes on him was during first year, noir jacket slung over his shoulder, beautiful, silver hair rustling as he tried to shut the class window as you walked in, you were hooked.

• you felt utterly helpless at how infatuated with him you were. your friends all felt the same way. picture: sighing together and staring whenever he did ANYTHING. he was so sweet to absolutely everybody. nobody could ever bring them selves to defy, ignore or be aggressive with koushi. from the start it felt like you had competition.

• you’re a happy-go-lucky, loud-mouth shithead with an abudance of enthusiasm and energy but this third year makes your knees shake. walking up to him on a summer’s evening to ask him out, you could barely even talk. luckily, he did all the talking for you. your time together has been nothing but loving history.

• sugawara likes to spend his free time with you, often lunches, where he’s adamant on feeding you lots and lots of his own cooking to ensure you’re well-fed.

• imagine your surprise, when you’re walking, hop in your step, over to your usual meeting place and see your boyfriend sitting with another girl, feeding them. your heart practically falls out of your ass. steps slowing, you don’t even try to hide your alarm as you approach him. koushi’s face is to you, smiling and laughing. he catches sight of you and waves happily.

• your expression doesn’t change. you’re confused, hurt, unsure of how to act. should you just pretend like everything is fine? you feel like criticising them but they’re just eating. god, you’re overthinking this.

• “(y/n)! say hi to hinata!”

huh?

the girl turns around.

oh god.

• hinata’s blowing unattractively on strands of hair that are stuck to his face, before leaping up to greet you. he’s wearing a god damn wig.

“ah! (y/n), hi! i took totally weird, don’t i. it’s for this stupid drama class. i seriously thought i’d get to act and do fight scenes and look super cool to girls but instead, they made me dress up as a high-school girl! it’s ‘cause i’m short, they said!”

• you’re not even listening, just wallowing in your shame at how panicked you were.

“—i ran into sugawara and he let me try some lunch, have you eaten?” you shake your head, before grinning and suddenly grabbing the younger boy, trapping him in a playful headlock and making him squirm.

“oi, hinata. you gave me a scare, makin’ me think some doe-eyed lowerclassman was chatting up my boyfriend!”

• he whines and apologises profusely. koushi just sits and laughs, munching on his lunch and watching you give the poor boy hell. he’d never dream of that, he know you’d do worse to him if that were ever the case.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #sugawara headcanons #sugawara x reader #tendou headcanons #tendou x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x reader #HSDJSOSK THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE #the last one especially #hq

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 5 』

· Sept. 29th → Habit is Second Nature ·

Characters: female!reader, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi (+ bonus characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Testurou)

Prompts: A. best character development + B. patterns and habits

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, headcanons, patterns and habits, best character development

A/N: I haven't done any character x reader stuff for this challenge yet because I tend to do NSFW stuff. But I thought I'd do some fluffy stuff about the characters with the best development and their habits as your boyfriend! (Plus a couple of bonus boys, because I couldn't help myself!! 🥰)

All my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NSFW stuff on my blog too. Feel free to take a gander. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Haikyuu × reader / patterns and habits

☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Gets up at 5:30am to go for a run every morning but forgets to send you a 'good morning' text don't be upset, it just doesn't really occur to him

Gets all giddy when he receives one from you, though literally cannot stop smiling. Doesn't know what to do with himself

Often forgets his pencil case and comes by your class to borrow stuff

When he buys milk from the vending machine, he will start buying some for you as well without you asking he's trying to show he cares

Milk makes him happy, so it should make you happy too, right? 😭

Frowns and blushes when you start hugging and nuzzling him in public he'll start stammering, too, if you took him by surprise

But then he pouts when you stop 🤭

Is embarrassed about asking you to touch him my poor touch-starved baby 😭

Blushes and looks at the floor whenever he talks about something romantic or intimate

Leans his forehead against yours when he wants to express how he feels but doesn't know how I might be crying...

He loves hearing the sound of your voice, so he often falls asleep while in the middle of a late-night phone call with you you can hear the soft sound of his breathing through the receiver 😭😭

Writes down important dates you tell him because he just knows he's going to forget them

Discretely interlaces his fingers with yours when he feels vulnerable prOTECT HIM

Lots and lots of hugs from behind because eye contact can be a bit much for him, and he's sometimes nervous about you seeing his face

Can get angry and shout at you without warning when he's stressed or upset, and he feels terrible after

Writes out his apologies on reams and reams of paper and rehearses them a million times in front of the mirror but somehow still forgets most of it?

Smiles like a literal angel when he does something to make you happy that's all he wants, y'all 😭

Will try his best at everything, whether it's trying new things with you or doing the same old stuff he's always done

Nuzzles the back of your neck when you're spooning, and kisses his way across your shoulders and down your back as a way of saying, 'I love you and you're mine'

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Says the cheesiest, most romantic things to you with a straight face, but blushes and hides his face when you return the favour

Bounces around the room when he's excited

Always asks you how your day was and is genuinely interested

Rests his head on your shoulder when you're sitting together

Shouts really loudly at random moments because of surprise/frustration/excitement/any sudden emotion, really 😅 gives you mini heart attacks

Always sneezes really fucking loudly??

Sends you adorable cat videos when he knows you've had a bad day

Subtly presses his leg against yours whenever you're sat together, especially when you're both supposed to be studying 👀

Wipes your cheeks and kisses the end of your nose whenever you've been crying

Sings in the shower because he thinks you can't hear him

Will give his gym towel to you with a smile whenever you get soaked in the rain rather than dry himself off

Treasures every little gift you get him

Is fine becoming a human hot water bottle by little-spooning every month when your period comes around he runs at a really high temperature, and actually really enjoys it. So cute 😍

Runs down the halls to your class every break to bring you your favourite drink from the vending machine

Loves sharing cakes with you and feeding each other it sounds cringy, but he makes it so cute and natural

Always pulls goofy faces when he Snapchats you

Leaves you cute voicemails when he wanted to talk to you but you're busy

Shows up unannounced at your house when he's troubled because he just really needs to see you

If he just sees your face, then he knows that it's somehow going to be alright

Y'all, I can't 😭😭🤧

☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Teases the crap out of you on a regular basis just to see you all pouty and frustrated

Pretends not to remember your birthday/anniversary/etc. every year so he can drop by your house later that day and surprise you with a gift

Pulls your cheeks when he thinks you're being too cute

Kisses the ends of your fingers when he wants to show affection but doesn't know how

Flicks your forehead whenever he thinks you're being stupid or irritating 🙄

Lowkey blushes every time he sees you cheering for him in the stands I SEE THAT LITTLE SMILE, TSUKKI

Makes you sit on his lap all the time for no good reason other than to tease you bruh

Often ends up taking the teasing too far and winds up feeling rotten because you're now genuinely upset

Sucks at applogies, but will always try to set it right if he's at fault, even if it's awkward

Gives the biggest, warmest hugs when he wants to which isn't much, but hey. Take what you can get

Always sends you a text to make sure you've got home safe, but it's never in those words. It's always under the guise of something else Tsukki, pLEaSE

Grumbles to himself out of jealousy whenever you show attention to other guys, especially his brother

Deliberately gives you his sweaters and hoodies to wear after a shower because he thinks it's super cute, but acts like it's nothing you ain't slick, Tsukki 🤣

☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Reaches for your hand first whenever you're together

Nose and forehead kisses when he sees you in the morning

Hand-picks a bunch of flowers for you every Monday because he knows you hate Mondays 🥺🤧

Waits for you at the gate after school every day

Always stands up for you, no matter what he may be soft, but he's not a WUSS 😠

Asks to borrow your other earphone whenever you're listening to something

Wants to spoon with you whenever he's feeling down and you'll never refuse

Always arrives 15 minutes early for every date despite changing his outfit several times out of nervousness

Blushes in pride whenever he lends you his jacket because you're cold adorbs

Sends you little pick-me-up messages when you're busy so you can read them when you're free

Helps you tie up your hair for gym class, and is surprisingly good at making pretty hairstyles

Traces his fingers over your palms and other body parts whenever you're curled up together

Has your name saved on every social media and contact list as something cute like 'My Sunshine 💛' or 'My Honeybee 🐝'

Twiddles his hair around his finger a lot, especially when he's daydreaming about you let's hope he doesn't start balding 😭

Will rush to your class with an umbrella on rainy days in case you forgot one

Loves sitting on the swings with you whenever you pass them on the way home, and making you giggle by pushing you higher and higher

(Bonus boys)

☆ Bokuto Koutarou ☆

Sends a stream of soppy hype-texts every morning for you to wake up to

Will stop by your house and pick you up for school, even if you live literal miles away from him he just wants to see you

Grabs you by the waist and picks you up at least once a day, often in front of a crowd of people he's a fan of PDA

Peppers you with kisses when he sees you for the first time each day

Hypes you up to no end. Literally cannot sing your praises enough

Is constantly looking for compliments, and is not-so subtle about it

Gets easily depressed when you don't notice he did something differently etc.

Will kiss you in front of everyone when he wins a game and you come down to congratulate him literally doesn't care. He's too proud of you

Is constantly asking for massages, whether or not he needs them, because he enjoys the contact

Sometimes you want to staple his mouth shut because he has a habit of getting too excited and talking with his mouth full 🙃

Doesn't stop texting you and sending you Snapchats

Is kind of oblivious if he's done something that upset you, and starts freaking out when someone Akaashi finally tells him

Doesn't plan or rehearse his apologies, because he literally just says exactly what he means 100% of the time

May start choking up and crying if what he did was bad enough, because he just feels so, so guilty

Constantly reminds you when you said you would make him a lunchbox because he loves it so much and wants to boast to his friends

Likes you sitting on his lap while you do stuff together I mean...👀

Calls you 'puppy' and 'kitten' etc. unabashedly in public boi, pLEASE

Insists on giving you piggyback rides whenever your feet hurt 🐷

Saves every single selfie you send him. He treasures every single one, and tears sometimes come to his eyes when he scrolls through them he's so whipped for you, my gal

☆ Kuroo Testurou ☆

Stays up all night texting you he might be getting bags

But it's fine. It just adds to the emo look

Takes your bag and carries it for you without you asking him to

Facetimes you randomly

When you ask what it's about, he says he just missed you/wanted to see your face smooth mf

His hand always finds its way around your waist whenever you're walking together

He scrolls through your old conversations when he misses you

Will ruffle your hair to tease you just so he can spend the next 20 minutes brushing it for you

Steals food from your lunch every day he's lucky he's pretty

Stands outside your house with a boombox blasting love ballads like a giant nerd when he wants to surprise you just imagine it for a second. Let the image sink in

Ends up stroking your hair when you're cuddling together

And subconsciously cradles your stomach a lot because he really wants to start a family with you Testu!!! 🥺😭🤧

Always sends you 'Send This To Your Crush Without Context' videos, despite the fact that you guys have literally been dating for years no caption or anything, either. Just the video

Will probably continue to do it even once you're married, tbh

Always, always, always walks you home

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theodora3022 · 4 years

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I'd like some headcanons on Mirio and Bakugou falling for the same girl in 1-A. They've got a rivalry going on here, and a strong one. Reader is mostly oblivious to why they're fighting in the first place, figuring that the two just... really don't like each other? Bakugou thinks that Mirio is an idiotic nudist, and Mirio's sure that Bakugou wouldn't be a good boyfriend and treat her right. I'm personally biased towards Mirio tbh :3

Hello there! Thank you for this interesting request. Rivalry? Between two beefy boys? Consider me motivated. I hope this feeds your Mirio bias anon

Competitor

Warning: Bakugou being Bakugou, Oblivious fem reader...

To be honest with himself, you caught Katsuki’s eye a while ago. But he since he is aware of his reputation (unstable, volatile, whatever you want to call that personality...), Katsuki would want to warm up to you gradually, bit by bit. His plan is working, slowly but surely. You had just begun to consider him as an ordinary friend, even though you are a member of the dekusquad.

If only that Lemillion did not come out of nowhere and ruin everything.

Bakugou did not get to meet Mirio at first (house arrest for stupidity, haha). But after he becomes a free man again, he would find you hanging out with a golden-hair muscular third year when you could be spending time with him.

Who is this guy and why are you so warm towards him?

Saying he is angry would be an understatement. Katsuki is furious. How dare that extra looks at you with such admiration! Only he is allowed to look at you that way!

“Oh, hi there Bakugou! Good to see you out and about again. This is Mirio Togata senpai from 3A. Mirio, meet Bakugou.”

Being the friendly person he is, Mirio would offer him a nice greeting. But Bakugou would just scoff a half-ass hello before stalking away. Could his day get any worse? He is behind in class, and he got a rival for your affections. You are on first name basis with him now?! You are not even calling him Katsuki!

“I’m sorry Mirio, he is still angry from his house arrest. Although he is not that friendly to begin with.” Labelling this simply as your friend’s normal behaviour, you didn’t give it much thought.

Mirio would laugh and say he does not mind, he seen how aggressive Bakugou can be in the sports festival. What Mirio did not expect is how Bakugou’s eyes are filled with pure jealousy. Ah, so you are the cause.

He can’t really blame Bakugou, you are just so lovely! Make sense you would attract other people. But Mirio is jealous of Bakugou all the same...Katsuki is in your class, which means you practically see him everyday in class, while Mirio can only occasionally invite you to sit with him at lunch break. Although Mirio is confident with his chances, he still feels a bit uneasy.

“Bakugou, be respectful to your Senpai!” You scold him when you got back to the dorms. “You are very impolite towards Mirio today.��

Katsuki had already done some research on this Togata Senpai. One of the big three? It’s only a matter of time for him to get that. So considerate and nice? Tch, just for making friends. Normal clothes do not agree with his quirk? Even worse. Who would want a boyfriend who expose his body to countless people everyday? Still, Katsuki is up for the challenge.

You are shocked to hear how Bakugou would throw insults at Mirio whenever he can, behind his back even to his face. What did Mirio even do to him? They are not even in the same social circle? Idiotic nudist? As if it is Mirio’s fault that permeation does not agree with normal clothes.

When you ask Mirio about this, he said it is just Bakugou being himself, no need to worry about him. “Sorry about this, Mirio. I’ll try to persuade him to stop.” You tried your best to comfort Mirio, much to his delight and Bakugou’s dismay.

After some time even a pure ball of sunshine like Mirio would get fed up with Bakugou’s petty insults and challenge him for a duel.

“So if I beat you, you will leave (y/n) alone?” Bakugou said with disbelief, he did not expect this to be so “easy”.

“That’s right. If I win, you must show me the respect I deserve. Now, shall we begin, Bakugou?”

Mirio would win, of course. But he would also be impressed by Bakugou’s prowess.

“You’re too proud, too aggressive for your own good. You’ll be a fine hero one day if you can calm down a bit.”

Calm down? Bakugou would consider this advice, but never admit it. However he had to keep his promise to stop insulting the older boy. No matter how much of a jerk Bakugou can be, he is a man of his word.

You would be glad that they decided to make peace with each other, finally forgive Bakugou for being disrespectful when you see him apologize to Mirio.

However, that just mean the real competition had just begin, both parties will try their hardest to win your heart, with polite methods this time.

#bnha imagines #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha mirio togata #mirio x reader #bnha rivalry

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somebodyonline123 · 4 years

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If you wanna try writing fanfic, what about 14 with Sokka for the fluff prompts? (Feel free not to answer this if you’re uncomfortable with that)

I tried to answer here both your request for 14, and also include 11, ‘cause apparently I’ve misread @roselevesque‘s request for 19.

11: "Is this ok?" "It's perfect"

14: "Shut up" "Make me"

Boys and Soldiers or Turtleduck Tales

Zuko sighed, rubbing his temples. Being the Firelord didn’t always come easy for him, since he had to handle some especially delicate matters regarding peace- his father’s old councilmen weren’t exactly helpful either. Fortunately, Iroh did his best to help his nephew, but even he seemed to have become tired of dealing with the aftermath of his brother’s reign.

In time, Zuko had learned to control his temper, but even now, on some occasions, he would feel like lashing out, mainly because of stress, due to the pressure of the other nations; expectations and demands.

His only outlet for venting was the turtleduck pond in the palace garden, where his friends would often find him feeding, petting, the little animals, and even, on occasion, talk to them about his problems. He would often spend hours there, enjoying their company, but he couldn’t help feeling alone in doing so. Sure, he had his friends, and he and Mai were still on good terms, despite their breakup, but something in his life seemed to be missing.

On a particularly stressful day, one of his father’s old generals came to voice his complaints.

“Prince Zuko- “

“It’s Firelord Zuko, to you”, said Sokka, stepping forward from behind the left side of Zuko’s throne. He would, occasionally, swap shifts with Suki, to ‘cover for her’, but in reality, he just liked spending time with Zuko.

“Prince Zuko, what’s this? A man in make up? A harlot, by your side? Is this what you want to teach our children? That our nation isn’t the greatest, that they should succumb to this outrage? To feel shame of our ideals of a nation, and think of us as invaders, while we only enlightened these savages? Your Father, the Firelord would have done a much better job at this than you ever will, prince Zuko”, continued the general, unaffected by Sokka’s commentary.

“How could you say his, you ignorant piece of-”, started Sokka.

“ENOUGH”, resonated Zuko’s voice trough the throne room, clearly angry.

“You’ll get your punishment, ladyboy, let’s see how you’ll shake your ass in prison”, smirked the general, satisfied with the development.

“I was talking to you”, growled Zuko, grabbing the general by his collar. “You dare come into my house, show no sign of respect, accuse me of not knowing how to do my job right, even though you haven’t served the Fire Nation in any significant way, and have the audacity to disrespect my trusted and dear friend? I was holding out on sending you to prison, along with the other generals who have betrayed our nation in such a horrific way, by taking military action against innocent people, since you didn’t have much of an input. Now, I’ve changed my mind. Guards, you know what to do.”

Whole being steaming, Zuko watched as the offender was dragged to join his dear Firelord. Sokka had never seen him this way, and tried to lighten up the situation with a joke.

“So... that was a pretty steamy situation, you ok man?”

Zuko answered nothing in response, and instead left hurriedly. Of course, we all knew where he was going. Sokka found him sitting alone, staring at the turtleducks with a sad expression. Before he could open his mouth, his friend said:

“Do you ever look at them, at how carefree they are, no rules to follow, no shoes to fill or change, no expectations of the world resting on their shoulders, and wish that you could be a turtleduck?”

“Well, I don’t really spend as much time with them as you do, but honestly, I wouldn’t choose that. If I were a turtleduck, I wouldn’t have had so many great adventures, grown as a person, or even meet you. I can’t live in a world like that. And I know that secretly you don’t either. Look, what that man said isn’t true. You are the greatest Firelord I have met, which isn’t really saying much, ‘cause I’ve only met your dad and he’s not the best example, but, look. What I’m trying to say is that you have done so much for these people and have made their lives so much better while being Firelord, and it’s only been such a short while, you have a whole reign ahead of you.”

“Well, a lot of people don’t seem to agree with you, like that general, for example. They think that I’m ruining the Fire Nation, that I’m destroying the values of my ancestors, but I’m only trying to do what’s right? Why can’t they understand?”, sighed the young, angsty, teenager, in frustration.

“Zuko, you are the reason I can believe in a new day. You are my hope for the reconstruction of my homeland, the one who made peace possible, and who can guarantee me that I can rest knowing that the next day will not bring another war in my way. I have faith in you, and besides, you are not alone! We may not be world-class diplomats, but we have dealt with some pretty tough people before. You can count on us, on your friends, to be there to help you when you have troubles. Aang, Katara, Toph, Suki, Mei, Ty Lee, maybe Azula too, in time, when she can heal, and of course, me!”

“But what if I’m not enough? What if-”

“Shut up. You are perfect”, whispered Sokka, both hands cupping Zuko’s face, while leaning in. “Is this ok?”, he asked, inches away from the other boy’s lips.

“It’s perfect”, the Firelord replied, closing his eyes and meeting him in the middle.

When he felt the Watertribe boy’s lips touching his own, Zuko finally realized what he’d lacked all this time- a response to the unanswered questions swirling inside his heart, and all started to make sense for him at once, the two fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

As they pulled apart, out of breath, Sokka opened his eyes to see the other teenager looking at him with a lovestruck grin on his face. He couldn’t contain his laughter, and he exclaimed:

“God, you look like a dork, so adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me”, he replied with a suggestive smirk.

And so, he did, relaxing for the whole afternoon in the presence of his dear Sokka, who he now gets to call his boyfriend, while splashing and laughing together, feeding the turtleducks, and sneaking the occasional peck.

#zukka #zukka nation #zukka fanfic #fanfic #fanfic prompt #avatar sokka #avatar the last airbender #avatar zuko #atla

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ashtheshortstack · 4 years

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make them learn - ch 1

Rating: T Ship: Adrinette (sorta) Chapter 1/3: broken frame

Tags: Princess Justice AU, Akumatized Marinette, Bullying, One-Sided Reveal, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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“You’re either with me, or you’re against me.”

Lila’s words were clear and harsh, but Marinette battled akumas on a daily basis. It wasn’t something she couldn’t handle. She feared some things, but Lila Rossi definitely wasn’t one of them. Did the lying brat piss her off? Oh, big time. At first, it was jealousy revolving around Adrien, however, the blond seemed to figure out Lila’s lies all on his own. He didn’t need the constant proof. So, Marinette was comfortable that Adrien would never date someone like that. He wasn’t the type.

“From now on, you and I are at war. You will lose all your friends and be all alone. And Adrien will soon be mine.”

Marinette had to give her credit. The brat tried her best, that was for sure. Lila had successfully gotten her expelled, but suddenly just recanted all of her statements the next day and confirmed she made it all up. Blaming it on some stupid disease that didn’t exist, but whatever. It worked. She was thankful for that. Even though Lila’s change of heart clearly had something behind it, Marinette decided to not fret on it too much. It was clear the brat was still out to get her, but Marinette knew that taking the high road was obviously the best option. Adrien was right, there was no need to feed the troll.

No way could she have predicted that Lila had something more sinister up her sleeve. Of course, she hadn’t assumed that the incident was the last she’d hear from Lila, but Marinette didn’t realize there could be something much, much worse.

It had been a typical day for Marinette. There had been an akuma attack the previous evening, so she was a bit sleepy, but nothing she’d never pushed through before. She was Ladybug for a reason. She wouldn’t let a little lack of sleep ruin her day. Besides, Marinette looked forward to school. Seeing Adrien every day always uplifted her mood. He was such a kind soul, often lighting up the room more than she was sure he realized. Marinette knew he didn’t have a great homelife with his mother disappearing, assumed dead, and his father being an uptight, strict, recluse. It amazed her that he could be so positive every day. That he could be such a good person. Knowing what he went through just made her admire him even more.

Despite how she tried to hide her fondness for him, it was difficult. Luckily, Adrien was the oblivious type and had no idea what feelings Marinette harbored for him. And she planned to keep it that way. No matter how much she wanted to be with him, she knew that Adrien loved another girl. She assumed that it was Kagami. They had gotten awfully close lately. And it hurt even more because she and Kagami had become friends. So, it wasn’t like she could hate her or be angry at her for liking the same boy as her. Even though Marinette liked him first , she digressed. Kagami would be good for him. They had so much in common… so it was okay. No matter how painful it was. No matter how much it made Marinette’s chest tighten with an ache. No matter how she desperately hoped that Adrien would see her the way she saw him…

Taking her usual spot on the bench, Marinette sat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she doodled a few sketches into her sketchbook. However when Adrien arrived in the courtyard and made a bee-line for Nino, Marinette couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. She could feel a soft small cross her lips when Nino swung an arm over the blond’s shoulder with Adrien grinning in return. It was wonderful to see him happy. She was glad he had a friend like Nino.

“Hey, girl,” a familiar voice chimed.

Startling at Alya’s sudden appearance, Marinette gave a tiny yelp. “Oh, hi.”

“You had that dopey look on your face again. You could try to be a little less obvious, you know,” her best friend teased.

Marinette laughed and tugged at a pigtail, “Sorry, I don’t mean to,” she glanced back to Adrien with her smile returning and shrugged. “Besides, he never notices anyway.”

Scoffing, Alya shook her head. “Adrien does notice you. You know that, right?”

“Well, yeah. But in a friend kind of way. He doesn’t see me the way… well I see him,” there was a sadness in her tone that she didn’t like.

Marinette didn’t want to be disappointed that Adrien liked someone else. He was human. He was allowed to have his own crushes, right? But… she was also allowed to be human as well. And be sad she’d have to let him go. Maybe it was for the best? She had to focus on defeating Hawkmoth before she could even think about pursuing anything romantic. The world she lived in was dangerous, and she wouldn’t dare get Adrien dragged into it. If he got hurt… well, she wouldn’t know what she’d do.

Alya bumping her gently. “You sound like you’re giving up.”

“Not giving up,” she said with a shake of her head, “just respecting his choices. He’s such an amazing person, and I don’t want to get in the way of his happiness.”

“Oh, Marinette, he’ll see it someday…” Alya fell silent as Marinette gave a non committal hum in response. “In the meantime, are you gonna take all those pictures of him down in your room?” she asked.

“No way, he’s easy on the eyes.”

The two shared a laugh at that. Marinette returned to her drawing as Alya watched over her shoulder. Eventually, Alya flagged down her boyfriend. Nino, with Adrien in tow, came over to join the girls. Marinette was able to keep her cool when Adrien took a seat between her and Alya and watched her sketch.

“That looks great, Marinette. Have you thought about entering my father’s next contest?”

With a giggle, Marinette did her best to stop her heart from pounding. Stay cool, she reminded herself. “U-Uh, maybe. When is it?”

Adrien smiled. “It’s in a few weeks, I think. I can check with Nathalie and get back with you?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied quickly.

There was a beat before the blond spoke again. “You really are talented. I wish I could draw like you and Nathaniel.”

“I’m sure you can draw just fine. Someone as amazing as you? I’m sure you're great at anything,” she blabbered out.

He laughed at that. “Well, thanks. May I?” he asked, bobbing his head towards her sketchpad and holding his hand out for her pencil.

“O-Of course,” she sputtered and instantly handed him her pencil and book.

Marinette couldn’t help but watch him as he doodled in her sketchbook. His tongue poked out between his lips, wiggling slightly as he focused on his art. She noticed his brows pinch as her eyes wandered along his face down to his hands. Hands she’d held so many times and wished she could again and again. Granted, it was usually when Adrien was tugging her along to escape an akuma or that time he pulled her in to dance.

Sucking in a breath, she looked away as she felt her face warm. Marinette silently prayed that he hadn’t noticed the vibrant flush that kissed her cheeks. When he finished, he held up the completed product. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

In the middle of the page was a poorly drawn cat with a large body, stick legs, and a thick tail. There were dots for eyes and a squiggly cat mouth. Marinette couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of it, and Adrien quickly joined her.

“Maybe, I need more practice. You should teach me sometime.”

Marinette’s heart fluttered at the statement. “Yeah, maybe sometime. You may need quite a few lessons though,” she teased.

Adrien smirked at her. “You gotta be kitten me, Marinette, I thought I was pretty good.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the horrible pun. There was a dull sense of familiarity that she shoved into the back of her mind. It was common to make puns. No need to overthink it.

The bell chimed, echoing through the courtyard. Her friends all stood, ready to head to class. Adrien returned her sketchbook, smiling at her. “You coming?”

“You guys go ahead, I need to pack up my things.”

The blond tilted his head. “Need help?”

“No, no. I got it,” she assured him with a smile.

Adrien didn’t seem convinced, giving her a once over with a concerned pinch in his brows. But after a moment, gave a slight shrug and started up the stairs.

Letting out a loud sigh, Marinette took a moment to gather her wits. She was proud she was slowly able to interact with Adrien despite how nervous she still felt around him. Her heart always pounded while her palms felt clammy. Wiping her hands on her pants, she corrected herself. Marinette glanced down at her sketchpad, glancing over the drawing. Adrien signed his name at the bottom with a smiley face next to it. She smiled, hugging it to her chest. Marinette would always cherish any moment she had with him.

Standing, she gathered her things and headed up the stairs. Class went as usual. Lila was absent for the day, making Marinette relax a little knowing she wouldn’t have the brunette glaring at the back of her head for the day.

She took her notes, occasionally glanced down at Adrien (no one could blame her, really, he was so easy on the eyes), and drew tiny doodles on the corner of her paper. Marinette surprised herself with a little cat drawing that replicated the blond’s sketch from before. There was so much to learn about Adrien still. Did he really like cats? Maybe, he was a Chat Noir fan?

Marinette was yanked from her musings when an akuma burst into the door of the classroom. Her classmates screamed and took cover beneath their desks as Madam Bustier shouted for the akuma to be gone. But the akuma locked eyes with her before smirking wickedly.

“Ah, there you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I was hoping I’d find you here. I’m Crush Detector, and I’m here to expose your crush.”

Her heart pounded with panic. “W-What?”

Crush Detector gave a mused hum before prancing over to Adrien who stood at his desk with a gritted frown. “Don’t you want to know the truth , Adrien? We know how you feel about people who lie. I’m here to be honest… because we’re friends, aren’t we? ”

Marinette watched as his expression changed. His eyes hardened. “Lila!” he hissed.

Gaping, she looked at the akuma. “Lila?” Again!? How many times could this girl be akumatized intentionally? Was she working with Hawkmoth at this point?

With a grin, Crush Detector turned her attention to the projector holding up a camera that was clearly the inflicted object. “Why don’t we all see the truth, hm?”

Marinette watched in horror as the pictures of Adrien on the walls of her room flashed onto the screen, then Adrien’s schedule in detail, her desktop screen, then her. There was literal footage of her pieced together from before school. The entire conversation she and Alya had before class was played back in front of her, as well as her hugging the sketchpad after he’d doodled in it.

Tears pricked her eyes, her heart dropping into her stomach. Her throat felt tight as her hands began to shake. She was utterly humiliated. It wasn’t a secret to her classmates how she felt about Adrien, but for him to see…

Kim laughed aloud. “You have his whole schedule on hand?”

“I knew you liked him, but I didn’t realize you were a stalker, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe mused.

Her bottom lip wobbled as more and more images of her cooing over the blond were shoved into her face. As booked towards the door, vaguely hearing Alya and Adrien call after her.

Crush Detector blocked her exit. “Oh, running away from your feelings again , Marinette?”

She saw red. Marinette shoved Lila’s akumatized form out of the way. She booked it to the bathroom. Knowing that the akuma would be after her any moment, she locked the door, knowing it’d at least delay the process of Lila entering.

Taking deep breaths, Marinette held her head as she slid down the door. Sobs wracked her body as she buried her face into her knees.

“Marinette…” Tikki’s voice murmured as she floated out of the purse. “I’m so sorry…”

With a sniffle, she wiped her face. “We have to catch an akuma.”

“Marinette, are you okay?”

Her body felt numb. An emptiness swirled within her. There wasn’t time to care. Lila had done this to purposely humiliate her. And she wouldn’t let that witch get away with it. Marinette called on her transformation.

She left the bathroom, seeing Adrien searching around the courtyard. He hadn’t noticed her, thankfully.

Crush Detector laughed spitefully. “Oh, c’mon, Adrien! We know you don’t like her! Don’t pity her!”

The glare Adrien shot her was bone chilling. “This was the last straw, Lila. I told you to leave Marinette alone.”

“Oh, but… I’m not Lila anymore, am I?” she snickered as she sat on the railing.

Ladybug’s fist clenched. Rage flowed through her veins. A heat took over her she’d never felt before. It boiled at her back, shooting up her spine. Her fingers trembled with anger, her teeth grit harshly together.

“Shut up!” she screeched before wrapping the akuma in her yo-yo. Ladybug yanked her victim harshly, forcing Crush Detector off the high railing and down onto the concrete of the courtyard. The akuma shouted in pain as she met the ground forcefully. “That’s enough! That’s enough! ”

Adrien was stunned by Ladybug’s appearance, jaw hung open. She didn’t blame him. Marinette had never felt so much pain… hurt… anger… bubble through her. She’d never hurt an akumatized person intentionally. But Lila deserved it. She deserved so much worse!

Ladybug tightened her yo-yo. “Do you just love to hurt others!? Does it make you happy? What do you think will happen now, huh!? Do you really think Adrien will love you after this!?”

“Adrien will be mine,” Lila hissed.

She tightened the string. The akuma gasped for air.

Adrien took action. He ran over, snatching the inflicted camera and smashing it on the ground. The akuma flew out, but Marinette didn’t budge. When she saw Lila deakumatize… when she saw her at her mercy… she kept her wound in the yo-yo.

“You have so much hate in your heart. You’re a horrible person! You just love to humiliate others, and for what? It’s not going to make anyone like you. It won’t make Adrien like you. You’re just a coward! Too afraid to be yourself, so you lie to everyone and bring everyone else down to bring yourself up!”

“Ladybug!”

She gasped, glancing over at Adrien. His face was red. Had he been shouting at her the whole time?

Quickly, she released Lila and snatched the akuma from the air. She waved off the butterfly silently. Adrien was staring at her with an emotion she couldn’t read. Lila was glaring at her with more fury than ever before. Swallowing, Ladybug gave Adrien a nod before whipping her yo-yo and fleeing quickly.

o~o~o~o

Sobs wracked her body. Marinette hadn’t even made it to her bed. She wallowered on the floor, her face in her hands. Hot tears spilled onto her hands. Breathing was difficult through her cries, unable to catch necessary air. She vaguely felt Tikki’s pats of comfort on her head.

“Marinette, you have to calm down… Hawkmoth will--”

“I know , Tikki… I know. I-I need to--” she glanced down at her phone. There were many, many missed calls from both Alya and Adrien. Even one from Nino… which may have just been Alya calling from his phone. She couldn’t be sure. Her throat felt tight as she scrolled through her messages.

There were texts from Lila. How’d she even gotten her number!? Who would’ve given it to her?

Hope you learned your lesson about crossing me. He’ll never love you.

Marinette didn’t dare open any more of them. She felt sick. Nauseated from the pain and anguish that stirred within her. There were texts from Adrien and Alya, both begging her to call them. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to speak to anyone.

She trembled as she reached up to take her earrings from her lobes. Tikki gasped, looking at her chosen with worry. Marinette held the miraculous out in her palm, gazing at her kwami expectantly. “I need you to take these and find Chat Noir.”

“Marinette, no--”

“Tikki, please. I can’t let Hawkmoth get my miraculous. This is the only way to keep the earrings safe.”

Tikki’s gaze was pleading. “B-But Marinette, you could lead him right to Master Fu.”

Shaking her head, she took a breath. “I can tell you… the only person I’ll be after is Lila. She--She’s the reason for all of this. This is entirely her fault. A-And if I get akumatized and whatever I do… she deserves it.”

“Marinette, don’t talk like that.”

“Go to Chat Noir.”

It was a command. And Tikki knew it. The heartbroken expression on the kwami’s face was answer enough. She floated over, giving Marinette a kiss on the head. Watching her kwami phase through the window, she knew she’d done the right thing. She knew that the best option would be for Tikki to go to Chat. Chat had used the Ladybug miraculous before. If anyone could save her, it was her crime-fighting partner.

When the black butterfly floated into her room, she wasn’t surprised to see it. The utter feeling of hopelessness that overwhelmed her was like fodder to Hawkmoth. It absorbed into her purse, and a voice echoed in her mind.

“Princess Justice… your feelings have been exposed to the boy you love against your will…”

#princess justice #princess justice AU #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #angst #ML fic #princess justice fic #ash writes #make them learn #tw: bullying #miraculous ladybug fic #adrinette fic #hurt comfort

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balterbruh · 4 years

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Angel ~ Draco Malfoy one-shot

Hello! This is my first harry potter short, and it may not be the best, seeing as I haven't read the books since I was in primary school, and I last watched the movies at Christmas. however, my friend asked me to write her a short, and Im lowkey proud of it. So if you read this please do leave feed back. -B

Draco and you had fallen in love gradually over the 6 years in Hogwarts. You shared many classes, and many arguments, including the same house. Slytherin. At first you never thought you’d be crying over the annoying blonde boy from 1st year, who made fun of your red headed friend. And that doubt increased when he constantly called Hermione a Mud-blood. Making you feel all the more guilty when you first began sneaking off to his dorm in the middle of the night.

You fell for him, it took a long time, it was the Yule ball, and you had been stood up and sat on the side, watching your friends look as miserable as you. Ron was sulking, and he had ruined Hermione’s night. Harry was pining over a girl, who was not Ginny, and the night was just a mess for the golden Trio. Then you nose was filled with the smell of peppermint and expensive cologne. She could smell it from anywhere. Draco made sure to plaster it on every morning, to remind everyone in the whole castle. Just how rich he was.

“Look, now isn’t the time Malfoy. Why don’t you go-“ Your thoughts were interrupted when his hand came into your eyeline. His rings were adoring each finger. And you found yourself scoffing at his limb.

“Just dance with me Y/L/N.” Although his intentions were kind, he was still speaking with the arrogant tone you had grown accustomed too. You found yourself reaching for his hand and he waltzed you to the dance floor. You both danced awkwardly at first but later were laughing as you ran the halls of the castle.

You rarely spoke after that night, not even rude comments, but the kiss you both shared after potions class the month after. You became an inseparable, secretive couple.

At first both of you agreed you didn’t want to let everyone know you were dating. As it would ruin his image and bother your friends. So 5th year rolled round, He remained the arrogant Malfoy you knew from day one, but when he was with you, he was nicer, smiled more. You even had silly nicknames for each other.

“Baby, can you pass me my tie?” You were getting dressed for your first class of the day.

“Here you go Angel.” He threw it at you, smiling when it hit you in the face.. you let a giggle pass your lips. You threw on your robe, he held the door open and gave you a peck on the lips as you passed him, “See you later today.”

However later that day. wasn’t what you had expected. The question he asked you, made you panic, thinking ,maybe he had told someone about your relationship. “When are we going to tell people were dating?” He said it so casually, in the middle of the common room where anyone could hear. You immediately shot up and covered his mouth, looking around for anyone, but seeing as it was past midnight, everyone else was asleep, He laughed at your antics, pushing you off. “Come on, I’m ready to tell everyone about us.” The happy look on his face made you let out a small sigh.

“Draco, we cant.” His smile fell, and you hated when he didn’t smile, after the first time you were the cause of something you had never seen before, you just wanted to make him smile all the time. “don’t look at me like I killed your Toad, besides, you were the one who said we should keep quiet.” After Draco asked you to be his girlfriend, he was also very quick for it to remain a secret. It was a mutual agreement or so you thought.

“What I can’t change my mind? God.” He huffed and crossed his arms and looked away with a scowl on his face.

“I don’t see why it is so important? We have been doing just fine and my friends-“ He cut you off, which made you angry, especially after expressing on multiple occasions that the one thing you hated most was being interrupted.

“Oh why do they matter? They’re not worth your time.” You glared at him. Yes you were in different houses, and the three were closer than you were with any of them, but they were your friends.

“Potter, a Weasley, and a mud blood, you’re just a traitor.” He stated as he stood up, you followed his move and pointed a finger to his chest.

“That is why I won’t tell people about us.” You knew that he didn’t mean calling you a traitor, and admittedly he had refrained from insulting the rest of your friends, so that was just his way of angering you, and you didn’t mean what you said about telling people about your relationship, you just wanted to anger him. And it worked, he pushed past you and stormed off to the boys dorms.

You didn’t speak to him for two days after that, it was a hard thing to do, as a day hadn’t went by without talking to each other since fourth year. So seeing him walk straight past you without a glance, and watching him lean into Pansy’s advances while staring you in the eye was getting beyond infuriating.

You stormed into his room, it was Monday, the day where almost everyone in the Slytherin house had class all day. except you and Draco had free’s during third and fourth period. So when he saw you walk in with an angry look on your face, he wasn’t surprised, you had taken this time to hang out many times before. “You have no right being mad at me Draco!” You seethed, snatching his book from his hands. “We both agreed that we would keep this a secret, so if you’re going to whine like a baby, then maybe we should just end it. So there’s no secret to tell.” That spiked his interest, his attention finally was on you and you let yourself faulter just the littlest bit, keeping your arms folded and your glare firm.

“I don’t want that…” He said with a soft voice, something you had heard very little from him over the course of the year. “I don’t want to tell anyone anyway…” That made you falter, your arms fell and you sat next to him, tilting your head trying to get a look at his face. When he didn’t make it easy for you, you lifted your left hand to tilt his head up and your eyes met.

“Are you sure-“ You were cut off with a nod. “Then what’s wrong love?” He took a deep sigh, and let his guard down just a little bit more, you couldn’t help smiling at that, it was something you had been working on for the past year of your relationship.

“I just wanted to feel like this…” He pointed between himself and you. “this was real, and that it wasn’t just a silly thing.” You let out a giggle at his words, never had hearing him speak in such away. “Its not funny…” You cut him off with a kiss, and you felt him relax into it.

“I love you, Malfoy.” His eyes widened at your confession, and by doing that it made you more nervous, you hadn’t said those three words to each other before, and you knew he wasn’t going to say it first, and the timing just felt like the right time. Well it did. “I-“

“I love you too Angel,” He smiled and leant in for another kiss. That was the first time you fought, you’re first I love you, and first night you spent together. Or afternoon.

“What if Crabe or Goyle walk in?” He didn’t answer just lifted his wand and locked the door. Making you both continue in a flood of awkward giggles.

You didn’t tell anyone about your relationship, 6th year rolled around and Draco was acting different, he was less loving, and more angry. It confused you, but you still remained together whenever you could. After your first fight in 5th year, you didn’t again, only little disputes when he insulted people, or you made fun of his attitude.

The year was a stressful one, with Voldemort looming over everyone. You were a nervous wreck, then you found out about Dumbledore’s death and Snape had become the headmaster. You were frightened. You looked for Draco in comfort and he gave it too you, yet when you found out he was a death eater, it broke your heart. You had noticed that he had been acting more hostile, harry had mentioned it over the course of the year. Yet you never believed it until you saw him leaving for the room of requirement. After he had been avoiding you for days, and cutting your conversations short. You knew something was up right away and when he forgot to cover his death eater tattoo.

“I cant believe you…” You were backing away, he rolled down his sleeve. Trying to keep you from leaving. “Don’t. You say I’m a traitor but you! You’re much _much _worse…”

“Angel.”

“No! Don’t touch me.”

The blonde boy watched as his only constant left and he couldn’t help but let a tear fall. You stormed out, letting the golden trio know that you were ready to fight for Hogwarts, you wanted to take down Voldemort. In hopes of getting your Draco back.

The war killed many, you watched as many of your classmates fell. You however kept your head high. Then Voldemort arrived. Harry went to fight. To stop him once and for all. Yet when Voldemort’s Army arrived, with Hagrid carrying the boy who lived. Limp in his arm.

“Harry potter is dead!” He belted, Bellatrix was laughing and Ginny screamed.

You swore you heard everyone’s heart crumble at his words, you glanced around the crowd, and your eyes landed on your boyfriend. He looked just as heartbroken as everyone watching. He looked scared. Nervous and all you wanted to do was run and hold him until all the bad left his life.

We had lost.

“Come forward and join us, or die.” Voldemort finished, no one even moved a muscle, and you stared Draco down, he was looking around at his fellow students, he was looking at you. Then Draco’s father began to catch his attention.

“Draco.” He begged. Yet, his son was hesitant, just waiting for someone to stop him, to convince him to stay. So you did.

Reaching out your hand. Everyone’s eyes fell to you. “Draco come here.” You smiled softly, his nerves seemed to ease, only to spike when Voldemort spoke. “Draco my boy! Come here.” The tone was condescending, and you watched as Draco almost walked to him.

“Baby, please. Don’t do this.” You kept your hand raised. His eyes filtered between the both of you. Before he took a step. Everyone was watching it unfold, wondering how they missed the relationship, but you payed no attention to anyone else, keeping your eyes trained on the boy you had grown to love. Before you knew it, his ring clad hand was placed in yours, the same hand you took the night of the ball however his cologne wasn’t as strong this time around.

Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around him, uttering how much you loved him, apologizing as he clung to your clothes. Everything moved in slow motion. You looked over his shoulder to see a very angry Dark lord, he raised his arms. Aiming for Draco’s back with his next spell.

“Avadakadabra!” and as quickly as he said it, you had turned his body, blocking it with your own. Screams filled your ears. Your fellow classmates watching as your body fell to the floor being cradled by the Slytherin prince himself.

You were gone before he could tell you how much he loved you. He didn’t know how he would carry on without you, but one thing he knew is he was going to kill Voldemort, or die trying.

The war had ended, Hogwarts had won, yes it was destroyed, and many lives were lost. They still won. Draco had stolen the wand of Voldemort, helping Harry in his ambush, before keeping the dark lords attention for as long as he could.

It was time to clean the castle up, and Draco walked around, eyeing the once magical pictures. Hermione had helped him move your body. Offering him a kind but sad smile in the meantime. Now he was cleaning up the mess as best he could to distract him from his heartbreak.

He lifted an old mirror, making him let out a small gasp. It was the mirror of Erised. The thing that shows your most wanted desire. He finally let his tears fall, not bothering to hide them anymore. With a deep sigh he smiled.

“Hello Angel.”

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karaxreds · 4 years

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Not him ( Part one) - Harry Winks

You were sitting in the kitchen of your small apartment with Harry next to you, sipping on your cup of hot chocolate listening to him rant about his new girlfriend.

This seemed to become a new habit, you listening to him rant and complain about his current girlfriend and the same happened with the previous one.

You loved Harry, he's been in your life for quite some time now and you loved spending time with him but he's just being distant lately and whenever you two meet he would start talking about his girlfriend nonstop which was now starting to annoy you.

It didn't bother you at first but once you started to feel you two drift away, it worried you and it made you sad to think that maybe one day you'll lose him and that he'll chose some other girl over you.

You two were just friends but it didn't mean that he had the right to ignore you just because he has a girlfriend now.

"And then when I gave her the necklace, she pretended to like it when she clearly hated it." He sighed, finishing his new dramatic story.

"How many jewellery have you bought her,Harry?" You asked him, putting back your cup on the table.

"How does this have anything to do with what I am telling you? She just didn't like it." He shrugged, rolling his eyes at you.

"She's enjoying you buying her all of those expensive gifts." You said.

"Yeah, she's my girl and she deserves all the jewellery in the world." He frowned, still not getting what you meant.

"She's manipulating you into buying her all of those things Harry..." you explained, looking into his brown eyes.

"Manip- What?!" He narriwed his eyes, "She would never, seriously she's not like that."

"You've told me so many similar stories to this one, Haz." You sighed, "She's just using you."

"No she's not." He denied, "She loves me and so do I."

A part od you wished that he would be telling those words about you.

"She loves that you love her." You pointed out, "Do you even really love her though?"

"What kind of question is that? Why would I not?"

"Why would you?" You raised an eyebrow, he was confused.

You knew deep down that it was too early for him to say that he loved her, and even if he did say it he didn't mean it.

"S-she's great and she Just loves me too." He tried to defend her, but he was clearly failing.

"I am sure she does." You mumbled sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

"You're my friend! You're supposed to support my relationship!"

"Oh, I do." You nodded, "But not toxic ones." You stated.

"So you're saying she doesn't love me?" He scoffed, raising up from his seat looking down at you in pure anger. "Well I think that you're just jealous."

Your head snapped up in his direction, you face falling off at those accusation.

"Jeal-" Your eyes widened. "I am sorry, what?"

"You're jealous that you're not the only female in my life anymore." He spat, as if he was disgusted by you.

"Harry, why would I be jealous?." You shake your head from side to side. "I am saying that because I don't want you to be disappointed once again and regret everytging that's happening. "

"I think, I am good." He nodded," I certainly don't need advices from someone who's boyfriend broke up with over a text because he was too much of a coward to do it face to face. And that you were a shitty girlfriend."

Your eyes widened, jaw almost hitting the floor. He's never brought up that subject in months, but he just did and you could feel your chwst tightening at the memory.

It took him a couple of seconds to process and his eyes widened once he noticed what he's just said.

"Oh shit! I am so sorr-"

"I think you should leave." You spoke, with a monotone voice. "Don't you have training in an hour ?"

"Yeah, but look I really am sorry for w'"

"You'll be late, Harry." You cut him off once again. "I think you've said enough."

"I didn't mean what I sa-"

"Just go." You snapped jumping off the kitchen stool, "I need to go to work anyway in an hour."

"I am sorry." He muttered quietly once again, "But it's the truth." He suddenly raised his voice.

"I can't believe you." You shook your head from side to side. "You'll regret this but when you do it'll be too late Winks."

"I think I am good."

And those were his last words before he quickly strolls out of the kitchen and a few seconds later you heard him slam the door shut behind him.

You felt a burning sensation in your eyes as tears threatened to run down your face, you tried to hold them but eventually you let out few as you rethink about what he's just said, didn't he know you at all? Is that what he thinks of you? He knows that it was a sensitive topic but he still slammed those hurtful words right into your face.

Weeks have passed since the incident with Harry at your house and as expected the two of you ended up falling out, you haven't really talked since that day and you were glad. As much as you hated to admit it you know a part of you misses him and it's only once you two drifted away that you really felt that maybe you liked him more than just a friend but now it was too late and you were ready to move on.

"I think we should do it again." Jesy, one of your friends from uni, spoke loudly as you all stood up from the tables ready to leave.

"Definetly." Almost everyone agrees with wide smiles on their faces.

Once the paying part was all sorted you left the small restaurant, loud laughs could be heard from a mile as you all enjoyed each others company on a friday night with no classes the next day.

"Maybe we should go out again just the two of us just like last week." Alex one of you uni friends whispered so only you could hear, a smirk on his lips.

"I think I would love to." You smiled, slightly kissing his cheek as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

You continued chatting as you walked around the streets of London when suddenly you were met with a familiar face, your heat beating faster as he approaches the two of you.

"Hey!" He give you a small smile before his eyes advert toward Alex standing with his arm around your neck now.

"H-Hi?" You responded arching both of your eyebrows.

"I am Harry." He completely ignores you as he extends his hand for Alex to shake it.

"Oh,I know who you are." The boy next to you answers sarcastically, "Alex"

"Nica to meet you Alex." Harry gives him a smile, which clearly looked like a forced one.

"Same, I guess." He shrugged, "I'll catch up with others. We'll be waiting for you at the door babe?" He said and you just nodded your head smiling.

"Seems...decent I guess?" Harry said once Alex was out of sight.

"Don't mind him." You shrugged,"He's an Arsenal fan."

"Not surprised." He laughed it off, "So how have you been? It's been a while..." he trailed off

"I've been great." You shrugged, you eyes looking up at his face. He looked so tired as if he was sleep deprived. "You? You seem a bit..."

"Yeah." He shook his head, "Things have been rough lately with the team and everything"

"I am sorry about that." You winced, crossing your arms against your chest as the cold air sent chivers down your spine. "I hope you'll get back to the top."

"Hopefully as soon as possible."

There was a few seconds of awkward silence between the two of you, your eyes never meeting his, you stood in front of each other looking like two total stranger.

"I-I broke up with her." He suddenly blurted out.

You let out a breathy laugh as you shook your head from side to side. "Did you now?" You raised an eyebrow, "why?"

"She wasn't exactly the best girlfriend." He mumbled looking down at his feet looking a bit embarassed about the whole story.

"You weren't saying that a few weeks back..."

"Look, I am sorry about that day I just t-"

"You thought that I was jealous?" You snapped, "Why would I be? I was right tho about her, wasn't I?"

"Yeah." He nodded, looking completely embarassed.

"She was using you, feeding you with lies." You laughed bitterly, "But you chose to believe her lies over my words, I've been your friend for years Harry."

"I know, I know and I can't help but feel bad about the words I said and all those things I knew it would hurt you and that you trusted me with it and I just used it against you."

"You know that's not what hurt me the most." You took a step forward, your eyes looking into his chocolate brown ones. "It's the fact that if you ever had to chose between me and another girl, you would chose her."

"Bullshit!" He suddely yells, "I would always chose you."

"Didn't seem like it that morning." You spoke, raising your thumb up gesturing for the previous event.

"Come on, you know how much you mean to me." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe I don't." You truthfully said, your eyes fixed into his.

He was about to say something but your phone suddenly started ringing, both of you looking down at the phone in your hand and his eyes widened as he saw the ID.

"Dele? Why is Dele calling you?" He furrowed his brows in confusion, you chose to silence the call and call him back later.

"Because he's my friend?" You shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing.

"So you're telling me that you've been talking to Dele but not to me?"

"He's been a way much better friend than you were so..."

"I-I...wow." He laughed, "Why are you making such a big deal about this?"

"See? This-" You pointed at him, "Is why I am angry and Mad at you, the fact that you think that I am angry about those words when I am not! It's about what you think about me, about the meaning of those words...that maybe you don't know me at all."

"I am sorry, Okay?"

"Stop apologizing, Winksey." You sighed, putting your phone in your backpocket.

"Love, we've been waiting for quite some time are you coming or not?" Alex's voice suddenly echoed around.

"Yeah." You nodded, your eyes looking at Harry in front of you one more time. "I'll see you around."

Those were the last words you said to him before you turned around toward Alex, leaving a broken hearted Harry behind you.

His heart aches one more time as he watches another guy put his arm around you,as he sees you smiling at someone else who isn't him.

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softestvirgil · 5 years

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Let The Flames Begin

Chapter One

Prologue

Summary: Virgil gets settled into his new home, but somebody takes issue with his arrival

Word Count: 2879

Genre: Alternate Universe

Rating: PG

Pairing: Side Logicality

Warnings: Death mentions, Cursing, Bullying, Physical assault, Mention of injuries

Let me know if there’s any more I should add!

After the fire, instead of trying to place Virgil in a foster home, since he was nearly seventeen the state decided to allow him to stay with an old friend of his Father’s who had reached out instead.

As he drove to his new home, which was quite a ways away from where he used to live, he looked out the car window gloomily as he listened to his music, watching the rain pour down from the grey sky. It was all very angsty, but he was mourning and was therefore entitled to his angst.

Once he had arrived, he walked up the steps slowly, with his suitcase in tow.

He had met them before, and it was brief but pleasant enough. The man, Mr. Prince, was the mayor of their small town and he intended to run again, so Virgil assumed he needed some good publicity. As for his wife, she seemed a bit on the kooky side, but for the most part pretty normal.

Virgil opened the door, and as he did so he was greeted by an angry teen running up the stairs and slamming his door. Nice to meet you too.

Mr. Prince then came to the entrance way of the large, suburban mansion.

“Welcome, Virgil,” He said, politely with his thick British accent.

“Thanks…” Virgil said awkwardly, his hoodie and his purple hair covering most of his face.

Mr. Prince chuckled dryly. “We are so glad to have you, and we hope that you like it here. My wife, Denise, set up a room for you upstairs. It is next to my son, Roman's room,” Roman seems like a prick. “Since you guys are the same age, we hope that you two will get along and maybe even become good friends like your Father and I used to be,”

Virgil scratched the back of his head. “Sure…”

“Denise will show you around, I have business to attend to,” Mr. Prince said. “Denise! Come show Virgil around!”

Then the sound of high heels clicking on tile was heard as Mrs. Prince ran down the staircase.

“Well, hello Virgil! Welcome home!” She said and gave him an unconsenting, but nonetheless very warm hug.

As she pulled away she smiled at him softly. “We are very glad to have you, allow me to show you around the place!”

She then guided him around their large home, showing him the first floor, then the second.

The house had four bathrooms, six bedrooms, two living rooms, a large kitchen, and several other small rooms. Once she was finished she showed him to his room.

The room was fairly large with plain walls, two windows, and a queen-sized bed as well as a dresser and nightstand, but other than that it was empty.

“You should get settled! Let me know if you need anything alright?” Denise said and left with a grin. She was much too perky and he suspected she was under the influence, but he would keep that to himself.

As he entered the room, he sat down on the bed, feeling the plain grey comforter underneath him. He laid down and looked up at the ceiling. This was his life now. He was just shy of seventeen so he had a year until he was out of here, but he was just glad to have a steady roof over his head.

Virgil shut his eyes and as he did so he left himself drift of to sleep, only to be woken up to the sound of an electric guitar.

The noise startled him out of bed and it felt as if it had shaken the walls. It continued and seemed to be getting louder. The noise sounded like it was coming from the next room over so he decided to investigate.

He peered out of his door quietly, trying not to be suspicious. He then stepped out into the hallway and moved to where the sound was. It was the room beside his, Roman's room.

The door was open so he slowly moved toward it and looked in to see Roman strumming heavily on his guitar. Virgil could only see his back, but he looked tense, angry, almost.

The music sounded angry too, and then he began to sing along with it. His voice sounded nothing like the type that should be singing rock music, but rather grand ballads.

Once he was done singing crying could be heard coming from the boy's direction. Roman felt eyes on him and he turned to be greeted by soft hazel ones hidden under a purple hue.

“Oh… it's you,” Roman groaned, with tears still staining his face and animosity in his tone.

Virgil awkwardly looked around. “You… sing really well…”

Roman sighed, drying his tears with his sleeve. “Well of course I do, I have been singing since I was small. What do you want?”

“It was just, loud, so I uh… came to see what was up…” Virgil explained, not once making eye contact.

Roman smiled mockingly. “Well here's some advice, Virgil. Next time, don't, ”

Then he proceeded to push Virgil out the door, and he landed on his ass.

“Fuck,” Virgil muttered under his breath, staring at the door as if it was what had just assaulted him. So much for a warm welcome, huh?

The next day was Virgil's first day at his new school, and he was anxious, as usual. So anxious in fact, that he set several alarms and woke up before any of them even rang.

Once he was awake, he got out of bed, grabbed a black shirt and his lucky hoodie out of his suitcase before putting them on. He then put on some socks and pulled his hood over his head. Looking into the mirror, he decided to put on his usual dark under-eye makeup. He wore it not only to cover his eye bags from not sleeping properly but to intimidate people into leaving him alone.

After he was done he looked at himself and sighed. None of his burns were visible except the small one on his right cheek, and he hid that quite well with his long bangs and makeup anyway. It wasn't great, but it was something.

Virgil was finally finished getting ready, and he ran down the staircase softly, as to not cause a commotion.

When he reached the entrance way, he saw Roman sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast. His stomach rumbled at the idea of food, but he was too scared to eat so he decided against it. He grabbed his high tops and put them on before exiting the house. He knew where the school was from here because he had been shown around the area a few times to get comfortable.

As he walked the wind began to pick up and it blew his hoodie off his head with a large gust. He shivered as a bite of cold hit him. The air felt like knives and Virgil knew the school wasn't far, but he would have sworn to you that it took days to get there.

Once he finally reached the small high school, he noticed that the area around the school was populated by a large number of teens. They were just hanging about, talking, smoking. He felt awkward so he walked in rather than talking to anyone.

What room was his first class in? He could not for the life of him remember. He had been given a sheet with all of that information, but it got lost. He knew it was homeroom, but where that was, was a mystery to him.

He then saw a guy leaning against a locker, reading. The guy had on black classes and wore what looked to be a sweater vest. Virgil didn't like to feed into stereotypes but this person seemed to at least know where he was, which was more than he could say for himself.

So, he bravely walked over to him. “Excuse me? Uh, it says my first class is homeroom but I am not sure where that is…”

The guy sighed. “I will show you. That just so happens to be my first class as well. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Logan,” Logan then held his hand out for the anxious one to shake.

Virgil looked at him hesitantly before shaking his hand. “I'm Virgil,”

Logan grimaced at Virgil's handshaking skills. “Well, Virgil, I do not want to be late so we should be going,”

The pair then began walking toward the classroom and many other students seemed to be headed in that direction as well. Then Logan got tackled from behind by someone. Virgil was confused but put up a defensive stance in case.

The person, a guy with a blue button-up shirt, similar glasses to Logan's and a grey sweater, who tackled Logan, began placing soft kisses all over his face.

Logan got flustered. “Patton, you are embarrassing me in front of the new guy,”

Patton chuckled heartily. “Oops! My bad! Hi, I'm Patton! Logan's boyfriend,”

Realization dawned on Virgil. “Oh… okay, that… makes sense. I'm Virgil,”

The two then began holding hands and once they walked into the classroom, had to let go. Logan seemed unfazed but Patton looked as if he missed the contact.

Virgil noticed as he walked into the classroom, that Roman was sat at the back. He wasn’t sure why the guy was placed there but he assumed he had done something to deserve it. When Roman noticed him looking he glared and then averted his gaze away from Virgil, and out the window. He wasn’t sure if he had done something to make the guy dislike him, or if he was just an asshole. Virgil assumed it was the latter.

That class, as well as most of all the others, was uninteresting to Virgil. He felt as if the torture of school was a waste of time when he didn't even know what he wanted to do with his life yet or even who he was.

Once lunch came around, they were told that they could sit in one of the classrooms to eat or sit outside. Virgil was unsure what to do, so he just followed the only two people he knew here.

They went outside but before they did, they stopped at the vending machine just beside the doors. The school, since it was in a rather small town, had no cafeteria. So if you didn't bring lunch, stale vending machine food was your only option.

After the other two had chosen a few things, Virgil looked at the machine. There was many different kinds of chips and cookies as well as candy and chocolate, so he got several different items since he couldn't choose just a couple. He got the first few things but the last one, a Snickers bar, got stuck in the coils.

“No,” He muttered frustratedly.

The couple had been talking amongst themselves, off in their own little world, so they didn’t notice his issue.

Virgil began shaking the machine to try and get the candy loose, but it wouldn't budge.

Then Virgil got shoved away. “Step aside,”

It was Roman. Of course.

Roman then shook the machine so hard that several candies fell out of it, and the noise startled the star crossed lovers away from each other for a moment.

He then picked up the bar, handed it to Virgil and walked outside.

The pale boy quirked a brow in confusion. “Um… thanks?”

Patton frowned. “What's up with Roman today? He usually waits for us,”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Roman is preoccupied at the moment, remember? Someone moved in with him yesterday?”

“Oh yeah... The one that was in the fire,” Patton remembered.

“...that would be me…” Virgil announced and the two turned their gaze to him. Pity rested heavily on both their faces and an uncomfortable silence fell between them.

Logan broke the silence. “That is such a foolish oversight on my part, you're new here, of course, you would be…”

Virgil looked away. “It's whatever, let's go,

The trio walked out the door to see Roman sitting in solitude at the bench in the far corner.

Logan sighed. “I'll be back in a moment, stay here,”

With that, he walked over to where Roman was sitting, and they appeared to be arguing.

Patton frowned. “Gosh, I'm sorry, Virgil. I don't know what's gotten into him,”

“He's not usually like this?” Virgil asked.

Patton chuckled. “Roman? No, he's one of the nicest guys I know!” You must not know a lot of people, then.

Virgil stared at the two who continued to fight for a few more moments until Logan came stomping back, seething with rage.

Logan exhaled deeply and collected himself for a second. “Let's just sit without him today,”

“But Logan, he's all alone…” Patton said sadly.

“He's being ridiculous and I have no patience for it today,” Logan replied and they all sat down at the nearest table to them. There weren't a lot of benches, and on a nice day they would have all been full already, but today wasn't a nice day. It was just rainy, cold and dark.

Then after a few moments, some jock looking guys sat down with Roman.

“See? He’s fine,” Logan said to Patton, who frowned in response.

“So, it's about me, right?” Virgil asked bluntly, causing Logan to tense up in response.

“He is, well, he's jealous…” Logan divulged.

Virgil scoffed. “Jealous? Of me? What for?”

Logan sighed. “He thinks you may somehow gain his parents’ favor because he's insecure and has gotten on his father's nerves as of late,”

“That's crazy. He has nothing to be jealous of… I'm not important,” Virgil stated, taking a bite of his chips.

Then speaking was heard from behind him. “You're right, you aren't!”

Next thing Virgil knew he was in the mud.

Gasping was heard from the table but neither of the two moved a muscle. They weren’t the fighting type.

He looked up, pulling his bangs out of his eyes to try and see who pushed him, but whoever did it had begun kicking him in the ribs.

The bully sneered. “Leave Roman's friends alone! He doesn't want you near them,”

Virgil tried to fight back. “Please… stop…” He breathed sharply and groaned with each kick.

The bully laughed. “Why should I? Fire boy! You should have died in that fire!”

Virgil grunted. “Stop…”

Patton screamed. “Stop it, Nate! You're hurting him!”

“Good,” Nate said. Roman was standing off to the side now, watching the whole thing. He looked as if he felt bad, but Virgil didn't believe that for a second.

Virgil cried. “Stop... or I'll-”

“You'll what? Stop being a pussy?” Nate laughed.

Then, Virgil's eyes started glowing bright orange.

“I would stop now, if I were you,” He said blankly, seeming somehow now unphased by all the pain his small body just went through.

Nate faltered for a moment. “Why should I?” Then, with no response, he kicked again and got blasted across the yard.

When the bully stood up, he was covered in ashes and his arm had been burned.

“Ow! What the-” Then when he turned to look back, Virgil was nowhere to be seen.

Virgil ran as fast as his feet would take him, where was he going? He didn't even know. He just knew he had to get out of there. As he ran he felt all the pain he had suppressed come back, and he realized how badly he had been beaten.

Everyone knew his secret now. They knew he was a freak. An abomination.

“Virgil! Wait!” Patton yelled.

Then the pale boy turned to look behind him and saw both Logan and Patton running after him.

Virgil shouted back. “Why did you follow me?”

Logan huffed, as he was very out of breath. “We wanted to know if you were alright, or if you need medical attention. I have a motor vehicle, I can drive you to the hospital,”

Virgil turned away. “Didn't you guys see what just happened? I'm-”

“Very injured! Now come with us,” Logan pleaded.

Virgil started crying. “Why do you wanna help me?”

“We care about you, dummy!” Patton yelled.

Then, Patton started running to where Virgil was and hugged him tightly. Logan also ran over, but he wasn't much of a hugger so he settled for a comforting pat on the back.

“We-” Logan began but breathed heavily. “We should return to school if you don't wish to be taken to the emergency room,”

Virgil tensed. “I… don't like hospitals very much,”

Logan nodded. “Very well, the school nurse shall suffice then,”

“What about Roman… and Nate?” Virgil asked, anxiously looking in the direction of the school.

“Fuck Roman,” Logan said bluntly, making both of the two who were still hugging mouths gaped open.

Virgil pulled away from Patton. “But I thought he was your friend…”

“Was… is the key word there. He is acting like an asshole so he deserves to be treated like one. Plus, he has his group of slow-witted jock friends to hang out with, so he should be fine,” Logan explained and the three began walking back toward the school. Since Virgil couldn't walk super well without limping, Patton and Logan supported him on each of his sides.

Virgil genuinely smiled, for the first time in a while. “Thank you guys, we just met and I already feel more cared for by you two than I have in a long time,”

“Thank you for being so cool!” Patton cheered and began going on and on about how cool it was that Virgil threw Nate across the yard like that. Virgil didn't know if he could ever see himself that way, but he was glad someone thought so. He knew the topic of what he did would come up again at some point, he was just glad that wasn’t now.

Chapter Two

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slothgiirl · 5 years

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the one where mc communes with her ghost monster boyfriend Noah

“Everything's fine mom,” you find yourself saying even as you cry yourself to sleep every night, driving yourself crazy with what ifs. What if you'd gone back sooner. What if you could have helped Jane. What if you hadn't pulled away from Noah, left him alone…

“That's good to hear after those wild animal attacks,” she replies, static distorting her voice. “Are you sure you're okay on your own? I think your dad could go home for a few days next month if you want?”

Since things had calmed down, since it was over, your parents had accepted a grant and continued their research.

“Yeah,” you answer, the word coming out as hollow as you feel, a tiredness down to your chest. These past few weeks have felt like the after crying numbness, still too raw to really process anything. “Cid’s back so I'm not completely isolated.”

“Okay then. Love you honey.”

She hangs up before you can echo the words back.

After everything that happened, after Noah and-after your parents at least call to check in every week.

You sigh. It's almost been two months. The towns lifted the curfew. Andy's legs healing. Tom’s back to playing basketball. Dan’s in class, hanging out with everyone and surprisingly Britney who's comments while still bitchy have none of their heat anymore.

Time is healing wounds. Just not yours.

And in the dark of the night, you can almost see a familiar shadow in the woods.

You don't think you could take Noah becoming as twisted as Jane, if it even is Noah anymore. Maybe the power consumes the next person immediately, leaving just enough of a person to hurt. Jane who'd remembered being Jane but had been twisted into an unnerving facsimile of the girl you'd loved.

It's enough to leave you in tears, to keep you awake for hours.

“Wanna hang out,” Dan asks easily, as the school day comes to an end.

Lily beams, nodding, “yes! I'd love to.”

Lucas shrugs with a small smile on his lips, “I could use a break.”

“Hell yeah mental health,” Dan grins back at him, “bet Andy would love a visit from us.”

Ava rolls her eyes before uttering “I’d rather consort with dark forces,” while wiggling her fingers menacingly.

“Are you still on about Pritch’s books,” Stacy asks shaking her head.

“Um yeah. You don't say no to actual witchcraft Stacy.”

“Well my moms gotta a whole lunch planned. Her therapist said it'd be good for us or something,” she replies trying to appear nonchalant.

“Things getting better between you all lately,” you ask. Stacy had seemed more relaxed lately but what did you know. It could be the lack of monsters trying to kill you.

“Kind of. She's made her peace with me not applying to any ivies but she's still Mayor Green. She is trying though,” Stacy replies, her smile careful. Like she isn't sure whether or not it'll stick.

“That's what's important though isn't it. Trying,” you state, “And if she's making time for you then I'm sure she's got her priorités finally sorted.” You try not to think about your parents.

“I hope so.”

“Are you in,” Dan asks.

You shake your head, “I need a nap. Tell Andy hi for me though!”

“Need a ride home,” Stacy asks, “I could drop you off on my way.”

“Thanks for the offer but I'm good.”

Stacy looks like she wants to say something else, but smiles and lets it go. You let a breathe out in relief. You don't want to be the one to bring up Redfield, to bring up all the shit that happened.

Your friends are moving on. And your not going to be the one to make them relive their trauma. Not when you know they haven't forgiven Noah. But then they weren't there at the end and now-

You smile, “I'll see you guys tomorrow.”

It's starting to get really cold though snow won't fall for for another month. Leaves falling from trees, leaving them barren. The woods looking as menacing as ever.

You wonder if Noah remembers anything. Jane had. She had remembered enough to be angry about you breaking your promise. You wish you'd know it was Jane sooner. Maybe it would have made things better. Maybe Noah would still be alive.

Fucking hell.

You can't find it in you to truly hate Noah even knowing what he did. What he wanted to. There’s been anger and hurt and fucking betryal but now your just left with a hole in your heart and none of this is fair and nothing should have ever happened to Jane. Redfield-Jane was right, you were useless. You couldn’t protect your friends.

You take a deep breath, pausing on your way back home, among the houses clustered together. Jane and Noah’s street.

It doesn’t hurt to think about her like it hurts to think of her brother. Noah who’d been alone and brave from the start, ready to fight redfield again. You wish you’d had more time together. You wish you’d never stopped being friends.

But it’s much too late, regret thick on your mouth as you swallow and try to stop thinking about everything you can’t change.

Their house has a for sale sign outside. It makes sense. You doubt there’s anything left for their mother here. It hurts to remember her words, directed carelessly at Noah. How dare she! We were only kids.

None of this was their fault. You don’t blame him for being manipulated by what was left of Jane, you can’t think of her as Jane, fiery and fiercely loyal Jane, your partner in crime both of you feeding into each others schemes. She’d never have hurt her friends. She’d never have hurt Andy.

There’s boxes by the trash.

Your feet carry you there before you can process, tears welling up in your eyes as you realize what they must be, who they belong-belonged to. Your hands tremble and you don’t care who could be watching as you go through the boxes, sitting down on the cold curb.

The soft fabric of well worn t shirts and hoodies, still smelling of him. An assortment of books mostly from school reading lists. A beat up skateboard, most of the stickers worn blank. A notebook full of doodles and recipes and notes and you wipe tears away with the back of your hand, thumbing through pictures from your childhood, Jane alive and smiling. A sleepover with your friends where Stacy had given everyone makeovers.

You and Jane, hugging, hair cut jaggedly after you both had run out of doll’s hair to style and cut.

The three of you running through the sprinklers on a hot summer day.

Noah and you asleep and drooling on the sofa. Probably having crashed from a sugar rush. You’d forgotten how much Jane had liked taking pictures.

You start shoving it all in your backpack. Pictures and notebooks and fuck if your not taking the beanies and hoodies and it’s not trash. Noah isn’t dead. He’s just. . .you can’t stop crying, carrying what you can’t fit inside.

Noah deserved to live. You should have stopped him. Found another way to help Jane but Noah didn’t deserve to be alone in death the same way he’d been in life. Alone and hurting. You’d promised to never leave him again but you were never great at keeping promises where the Marshall twins were concerned.

Your house feels emptier than usual. The tears have died but you still can’t stop shaking.

After the nightmare with Dan, you’ve taken to sleeping in the guest room on the first floor. It doesn’t have any windows, having once been a small cramped office for your mom, which makes you feel safe.

You take the time to pour over all of Noah’s things, folding the clothes thrown away haphazardly with care. Everyone just wants to move on and put the deaths behind them but you can’t. Not when you’d been there.

It wasn’t the same for your friends. They hadn’t seen how desperate and torn up about everything he’d been, the misplaced guilt eating him up from the inside for years and he’d still tried to do the right thing in the end but the power demanded blood.

They wanted to put it all behind them, bitter and angry about him. There would be no forgiveness there. No thought to the shadow that was left of the boy who’d once been your best friend, who’d been the only one to go with you to save Dan.

You lay down in bed, clutching his jean jacket shamelessly against your chest. There had been enough left of Jane to taunt you with the whistle. But you don’t think she remembered at first or else she’d have . . .Pritch had stated that the power grew stronger when they were around. If they’d known, would. . .

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath.

Jane’s gone. Really gone this time.

But Noah isn’t.

You don’t even know if Noah remembers you. You hadn’t stayed there long enough to find out. Everyone rushing you and your friends to the hospital. Fuck.

No one had brought him up later. They’d just been relieved that you’d walked out alive.

There’s still hope for Noah.

There has to be.

You’d promised to be there for him, that you wouldn’t leave him alone.

This time you won’t break your promise.

The ancient flashlight does little to peel the darkness away. You gulp. Every noise menacing when you can’t see where it’s coming from.

Maybe you should have told someone where you were going. But all of your friends would have tried to stop you. Told you this was a mistake. And maybe it was.

It was hard to feel brave in the dark of the night, alone in the woods, but you had to do this for Noah.

He deserved better than being left to rot alone among the ruins. To become just as bitter and angry as Redfield. You wouldn’t let that happen to your best friend. You had to try and find a way to save him, the way he’d saved you in the end. The way he’d saved Jane.

You walk farther in, your feet carrying you towards the place where this had all started years ago. You wonder if he’s even there. If he’d even come or if you’re wrong about this all. Maybe there’s nothing left of the Noah you knew.

The ruins look the same as ever, moss covering the rocks, vines breaking apart the stones, climbing up into the roof. You set your backpack down carefully, awkwardly holding your flashlight, shining it around, trying to spot a living shadow, but there’s nothing but an eerie silence.

It’s worse than the scattered noises you’d heard on your way here. As if all the creatures in the woods know to avoid this evil place. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, your hare brained mind urging you to run away.

You shake your head and find somewhere to position the flashlight so you aren’t in complete darkness, so you have free use of your hands.

It falls over.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, propping it up against a rock that might have once been part of the house, before continuing on your task with a single minded determination, thinking of the rare times you’d managed to get a smile out of Noah. How he’d talked about culinary school, blushing red, like it was a pipe dream.

You could manage this for him.

The board is easy enough to set up, still in pretty good shape, but it’s childish compared to what you’ve dealt with. Lily had teared up when Ava had brought it over for your birthday, and of course Jane would never back down from anything. Lucas had run after Lily and Andy had scolded Ava, Ava who had taken notes for the first time since you’d known her, convinced she was about to talk to a ghost. The ouija board.

It feels absurd now.

You shove any reluctance to the back of your head, stealing yourself. It won’t be the same Noah, who’d stiffened as you’d hugged him earnestly, whose hand you’d held as you both ran around the woods in terror, who couldn’t help himself but be a smartass. But hopefully it would still be him.

Hopefully he would still remember you.

“Noah,” you utter, breaking the silence of the woods, “Noah are you here? Can you hear me?” It feels stupid when no one answers. The planchette unmoved on the board. “Noah, I’m sorry it took this long for me to come. I should have come sooner,” you glance around where the forest creeps into the clearing, looking for any movement, those burning red eyes redfield had, “I’m sorry Noah.”

Nothing.

You sigh. He has to be here. There has to be a reason that Jane had stayed here for so long, a connection.

“Noah,” you try again, wondering if he even remembers who he is. “Noah Marshall. That’s your name and you’re my best friend and god damnit Noah you have to talk to me, you owe me that much.” Tears well up in your eyes again, stinging as you refuse to let them fall.

You sit down on the forest floor, damp and cold, and wait for something to happen, glad that you’d worn a thick coat instead of your usual jacket. You won’t give up on him.

You look around the clearing again, hoping for any sign that this whole experiment isn’t pointless. It’s a school night, you can’t stay out here forever, but if he doesn’t show you’ll be back.

He has to talk to you eventually.

You look over at the ouija board, still unmoved, before signing and looking up again.

A shadow like an ink stain looms in front of you, too close, way too close, it’s eyes glowing like fireflies in the darkness, making the flashlight dim in comparison.

You gasp, flinching back, wanting to put distance between you and redfield and oh go you shouldn't have come alone. You don’t want to die.

The shadow, Noah, doesn’t move.

An apology tumbles from your lips, “I’m sorry Noah.” I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry your dead. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I’m sorry I was scared I know it’s you.

You sit up, eyes glued to Noah, “Can you speak? I know that the others couldn’t very well so I thought a ouija board might help. Ava would get a kick out of this wouldn’t she? Do you remember Ava?”

Noah still doesn’t move so you decide to ramble on. “I want to help you. And even if I can’t your my best friend, I wouldn’t want you to be alone. I wouldn’t leave you alone.”

Noah floats closer, more substantial than smoke, his unnatural gaze on you. It takes everything you’ve got not to move away. You still aren’t sure if he remembers anything but he hasn’t hurt you, hasn’t made a move to, that’s gotta mean something.

“Noah I. . .love you” they’re the only words that come close to describing the complex mess of emotions that arise in your chest when you think of him, heart lodged in your throat, Noah, your best friend, a boy brave enough to become a monster. So you offer your fist instead, a hesitant smile on your lips.

The shadow, Noah, responds in kind, his spectral fist attempting to fist bump.

You smile brightly, enough to make your cheeks hurt as the tears brimming in your eyes finally fall. It’s Noah. Noah remembers. There’s hope and you haven’t felt this light since that night, but maybe things can be okay again.

“Noo o o . . .crii ying,” Noah tries, settling down next to you, in front of the board you’d both once played with. As a child Noah had scoffed at the ouija board.

You wipe the tears from your eyes, and nod, “I’m just really happy to talk to you again. Even if it feels weird to see you without a beanie.”

The specter shakes its head and you can almost imagine the twist of his lips, brow arching as he glares at you, as he goes to start moving the planchette. The shadows near enough that there’s overlap and it’s almost perfect. You don’t call him out on it, Noah who’d always claimed to be above all that touchy feely nonsense like Ava, though you suspect he just wasn’t used to it after years alone, letting him have this. Letting yourself enjoy the proximity.

Its slow going, but eventually Noah manages the planchette.

T oo k y o u lo n g e n o u gh.

You give up on the idea of going to school in the morning.

“Dick.”

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Chapter 10: Thoughts are free to go anywhere

Amour Sans Fin

Note from writer:I apologize to all regular readers of Amour Sans Fin for disappearing. I was really sick and wasn't able to write.I promise to post regularly from now on.

The chapter contains mention of sexual abuse and violence. So its strictly not for under 18.

This chapter will be more of Riley's POV than Drake's.

Drake’s POV

Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, that eventually even the memory of your dream will fade. If you are even lucky enough to remember, then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, the only proof that you ever had the dream.

I half wonder if I'm still dreaming as I sit up to take in the shafts of light that burst through the gaps of the blinds. Now I'm awake, perhaps more fully awake than I've ever been. There is no sign of another person. As usual.

Mostly I get up early morning for jogging. Suddenly I remembered the events of last night and what I was dreaming about. I didn’t realize that I was smiling the whole time. I kissed her. Not in real but in my dream. We were kissing like crazy on the stone stairs. She was clinging to me and my fingers were roaming in her hair. She smelled like roses. My palms travelled down her body on both sides and rested at her waist. She moaned. She kissed me as if it was her first, like no man had ever kissed her, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. The heat rose in her cheeks as my tongue touched her tongue, quick and electric and delicious. My palms were cupping her ass cheeks now. I pulled her even closer to me.

A knock on the door woke up to reality. It was just a dream. Nothing like this has happened previous night but I danced with her. Yes, I danced with her.

I dragged my body to door.

“Morning Drake” It was Bastien. “I thought you would be awake already. Didn’t get up for jogging?”

No, I was awake late last night coz I was feeding Liam’s suitor and a few seconds ago my tongue was battling with hers in my thoughts before you barged in.

“Umm. Last night was tiring” I replied lazily.

“Yeah, Dancing can be tiring sometimes” He said straight.

I searched for any hint of sarcasm in his voice but found nothing.

“Liam wants you to get ready. We are leaving for Palace in half an hour”

“Okay. I go” I shrugged.

I got ready and reached the Patio. Everybody was ready to get back. Regina and Constantine were making announcements for Royal Regatta tomorrow. It is Ceremonial Boat Race where Liam’s suitors will have to lead a boat to win a race. My eyes searched for her. She was talking to Penelope and Kiara; throwing her hands like a kid. I suddenly realized that I was staring at her like a hungry man. Suddenly her eyes met mine and she smiled. Before, I can give any reaction she continued talking with them again.

I definitely need some art of living class, man! Sometimes, I even forget to greet with smile. Fuck!

Suddenly Liam clapped at my shoulder. I hope he didn’t notice that I was staring at his favourite suitor. And that too like a pervert.

Riley’s POV

Its been more than a month since Maxwell literally took me to this fairyland. Who expected something like this to happen when your life is most usual and common in every sense? I was not sure at first about my decision to join this mad race but finally I thought what worse can happen?

My life is already shittier than I have ever expected. I still don’t believe that I am out of reach of Luke. I don’t want to see him again in my life. I don’t want to get into any relationship serious or casual in near future. I have had enough. I never thought that a causal relationship would have hurt me this amount. Not just physically but mentally.

May be nobody was there to guide me all this time what to look in a boyfriend. I was so naïve and childish. That’s why all of this happened with me. He did all that to me and I was not brave enough to come out of it.

As soon as Maxwell invited me to compete for Prince’s hand, past few years swirled in my mind. How my parents almost abandoned me. How I earned in worst conditions to at least feed my hunger? How I completed my college without any family support? How I met Luke? How relationship with him turned into an ugly face? How he used to beat me in alone or in front of his cronies? How sex has become less pleasure and became more painful with him?

Finally, I accepted Maxwell’s invitation and went away with it. It was not very ideal meeting with Cardonian men at my work place. Yet I can’t deny they are handsome people. Maxwell looked nice and funny. Tariq was fussy, yet he looked stylish. Liam was most gentle person of all. And there he was, Drake. The angry head-- Mr Grumpy. He mostly keeps it to himself. He looks like those men who keep girls at their arm’s length and are arrogant. Although I like bulky and tall man but I always had problem with such attitude. When I changed into that green dress, he accidently said 'wow' and then made a face like I am not even worth praising. What attitude??

I took them to beach. Liam enjoyed it. Maxwell was funny and humorous. Drake’s attitude annoyed me there too. I reckon he didn’t like me talking to Liam. I ignored him. But I wonder how can someone hate me even in very first meeting.

Maxwell called me next morning. He explained me the whole thing and expected me to answer over call. He explained there will be no problem as Cardonia offers Visa on arrival. He promised to arrange everything. Finally, I said yes. Let’s go with it.

Atleast I will be away from Luke and he won’t be able to find me. I didn’t even inform about it to anyone except Daniel. He is the only friend whom I can trust. There was no family I needed to inform. Nobody cares.

I packed my stuff hurriedly. I ran to chase the airplane. It was first time that I travelled on a private airplane.

Drake was on plane too which annoyed me to hell. When Maxwell told me that why he invited me Cardonia, Drake’s reaction was most snarky. Dude! what have I done to you. He tried to frighten me with all the possible warnings. Huh!! I already had enough and became tough. I won’t be getting hurt easily.

Maxwell supported me all the time. I already started liking him. I hope Liam will be like him and not Drake.

Finally, Drake got busy in his music and Maxwell explained me everything about Cardonia on the way.

I looked at him while sleeping. This man looked ruggedly handsome who is now sleeping peacefully. He has tousled brown hair. Does he behave same with every girl or I am his special choice of hatred?

He must be thinking that I am here for Liam’s money. Yes. Money is worth a thing when you don't have much yet I seek a peaceful life.

Somewhere inside I always wanted a family. With Luke, I behaved like an independent girl because he wanted me to capture and keep in his cage. When I was with him most of the boys don’t even try to pursue me. He has reputation of badass. I always pretended to be independent and carefree. Inside, I want someone to take care of me, to look for me, to protect me. I always imagined a knight in shining amour who will come and rescue me from all this mess. But fairytales won’t happen in real.

First event of the social season was Masquerade ball where all suitors were introduced. Maxwell ensured that my entry was at least sophisticated. They called me ‘Lady Riley Brooks from New York’.

Nobody called me with such a formal name before. It’s not very common in New York. I doubt most of the people around me in New York didn’t even know my last name.

I entered the main hall in the dress that Beaumont brothers provided me with. That was a white mermaid style dress which hugged me perfectly. Bertrand wished me to wear mask but I refused to wear any. At first, I didn’t find any known face in the main hall. It felt very awkward without any acquaintance here.

Where is Maxwell when I need him the most.

Suddenly, I saw Drake standing in the blue formal shirt.

Oh, this person knows how to look like a gentleman.

Since I didn’t know anyone else, I moved to him and he behaved as charming as ever and lashed me with his snarky comments.

Urgh!! he was so annoying and called me ‘Kid’. I spotted Hana and went to her. She is a savior. Hana is the sweetest girl here.

Then, there was Olivia who was so rude that I can consider Drake sweet over her. She tried to play prank and embarrass me on my very first night. I escaped it narrowly.

I was looking for Liam as I was eager to know his reaction. He was really sweet to me in New York. I hoped I didn’t disappoint him here. It’s not that I like him but he seems to be nice guy and, after all, he is a king.

When Liam saw me, he looked amazed. He was so polite and humble, just too good for me. I know he is interested in me. He asked me to join in the balcony. I am not looking forward for a relationship but yes, it was hard to say no to Liam. When I walked to the balcony, he was already waiting for me. I bowed to him but he made me comfortable. He looked handsome as ever and was dressed up perfectly. I enjoyed talking to him. Even if our relationship doesn’t go well, we can be good friends.

Next day was Derby event. Maxwell and Bertrand drove me to Honey Hills down in their Limo. I never sat in a Limo before. As a matter of fact, I never owned a car.

As soon as I entered the place, the press reporters gathered around me and bombarded me with their questions. I was nervous at first but I knew I have nothing to lose so I went on with the questions. They surprisingly liked me. They already knew that I have met Liam somewhere else before and eager to know about it.

Maxwell told me to look for the tents so I went on the expedition to find one. But I accidently found myself in a horse stable. I thought, I could ask someone which is the way to tents. I called but no one replied. Suddenly I turned back and found a horse moving towards me. Shit. The horse looked so angry at me as if I have breached his territory.

I was unable to think of anything and moved a few steps back which made me fall in a stack of hay. I was terrified with the idea of losing at least my one or two bones. Suddenly someone came between the horse and me. Is he?

He led the horse towards his stall, then offered me his hand to get up.

Am I in the parallel universe? Drake Walker saved me from a horse and offering me his hand.

I said thanks to him for saving me. I was still terrified but yeah, I am back in the real world. He told me that he was saving the horse.

What’s up with him? Mr. Grumpy!!

I wondered what was he doing here all by chance. Drake told me that Liam asked him to look out for me. Liam is a real gentleman. Wow!! I like how much he’s concerned.

Drake led me to the tents and I thanked him once again. Even if he was told by Liam but it’s true that he saved me and I could get really hurt if he wasn’t there.

Derby event was all about fancy nobles gathered together and boasting about their wealth. Maxwell told me before that Drake hated these noble due to these show offs and hypocrite behavior. I could understand the feeling now. Being a commoner it’s hard to survive here.

Next, we had to go for the tea party picnic. Such events are too weird for a New Yorker. Maxwell told me that press is calling me ‘Mysterious woman from New York’. These people can really make a hill out of mole. I don’t think there is anything mysterious about me. Hell, yeah it sounds cool.

I saw all the girls gathering around queen Regina. She looked like a complex lady. If such woman becomes my mother-in-law, I’ll be doomed for sure.

There was some blonde girl with her. Hana told me she is Madeleine and she almost won Leo’s hand before he abdicated the throne. How unfortunate?? But she looked so creepy in a way.

Finally, I met Regina. It’s curious that Regina doesn’t look like Liam at all. She asked me some questions to check my wit and I knew I impressed her. Seeing me talking to Regina, Liam joined us. I knew that he wants me to go well with Regina.

It was pleasant conversation till Madeleine joined. This woman is really cruel as she seems at prima facie. It looked like I have to tackle one more to survive. She embarrassed me for being a commoner in a subtle way that neither Liam nor Regina seemed to noticed it. I didn’t know that they ignored it intentionally or people don’t mind such petty things here. I looked around the crowd for Maxwell or Hana. My eyes met Drake. He was looking directly at me. It looked like he was trying to understand what’s going on here.

Urge! Does he care? Obviously, No.

Maybe he wanted to tell me that he is right about this place and his dire warnings are justified now.

Everybody sat for snacks served. I was too hungry that I can eat them all. Drake was again fussy about the place and I taunted him well. I was amused to see that everybody agreed with me that he and fun doesn’t go together. I gave him the winning smile.

Don’t mess with me Walker.

Enough of all the formal events, I proposed to go for drinks and to my surprise Drake agreed immediately. Liam and Hana were confused about it but finally agreed to go. Maxwell found a nearby American style bar named “Sehnsucht’.

It was all dark when we entered the place. Suddenly we looked up and saw discarded bras, underwear and old bike parts hanging from the ceiling. Hana and I looked at each other with wide eyes. I never imagined such place in Cardonia and that too I’ll go there with some foreigner man I didn’t knew a week ago.

I accidently looked at Drake and he blushed. I never knew he is shy kind of guy.

Maxwell was excited as usual for a new adventure. I am sure, Liam never have visited such place before. He is a total gentleman type of guy.

Drake volunteered to get the drinks. I offered to go with him as I wanted to check out the drink’s menu. We ordered some beer from the menu. Drake immediately was up for paying. Although I don’t have much in my card but I am not such girl who let boys pay all the time. However, Drake didn’t let me pay.

Finally, I breathed and asked him why he hates me. This was the first time and I looked him in his eyes.

He has brown eyes with a hint of golden.

He said that he is too straightforward that’s why people can’t handle it and found him rude. I reckon he was genuine in his reply.

In the conversation, I got to know that he’s half American. That was a real surprise. But this man is annoying as hell. He must be only two or a few years older than me and was already calling me kid.

Apart from this, the night went like crazy. Everybody enjoyed it. I loved the look on face of Liam and Hana as they must not get much any chances to get high like this. The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. This drinking session gave me the idea that I can have some of the best buddies here and finally can have freedom.

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Review & Summary Of - The Kite Runner l by Khaled Hosseini

THIS powerful first novel, by an Afghan physician now living in California, tells a story of fierce cruelty and fierce yet redeeming love. Both transform the life of Amir, Khaled Hosseini’s privileged young narrator, who comes of age during the last peaceful days of the monarchy, just before his country’s revolution and its invasion by Russian forces.

But political events, even as dramatic as the ones that are presented in ”The Kite Runner,” are only a part of this story. A more personal plot, arising from Amir’s close friendship with Hassan, the son of his father’s servant, turns out to be the thread that ties the book together. The fragility of this relationship, symbolized by the kites the boys fly together, is tested as they watch their old way of life disappear.

Amir is served breakfast every morning by Hassan; then he is driven to school in the gleaming family Mustang while his friend stays home to clean the house. Yet Hassan bears Amir no resentment and is, in fact, a loyal companion to the lonely boy, whose mother is dead and whose father, a rich businessman, is often preoccupied. Hassan protects the sensitive Amir from sadistic neighborhood bullies; in turn, Amir fascinates Hassan by reading him heroic Afghan folk tales. Then, during a kite-flying tournament that should be the triumph of Amir’s young life, Hassan is brutalized by some upper-class teenagers. Amir’s failure to defend his friend will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Hosseini’s depiction of pre-revolutionary Afghanistan is rich in warmth and humor but also tense with the friction between the nation’s different ethnic groups. Amir’s father, or Baba, personifies all that is reckless, courageous and arrogant in his dominant Pashtun tribe. He loves nothing better than watching the Afghan national pastime, buzkashi, in which galloping horsemen bloody one another as they compete to spear the carcass of a goat. Yet he is generous and tolerant enough to respect his son’s artistic yearnings and to treat the lowly Hassan with great kindness, even arranging for an operation to mend the child’s harelip.

As civil war begins to ravage the country, the teenage Amir and his father must flee for their lives. In California, Baba works at a gas station to put his son through school; on weekends he sells secondhand goods at swap meets. Here too Hosseini provides lively descriptions, showing former professors and doctors socializing as they haggle with their customers over black velvet portraits of Elvis.

Despite their poverty, these exiled Afghans manage to keep alive their ancient standards of honor and pride. And even as Amir grows to manhood, settling comfortably into America and a happy marriage, his past shame continues to haunt him. He worries about Hassan and wonders what has happened to him back in Afghanistan.

The novel’s canvas turns dark when Hosseini describes the suffering of his country under the tyranny of the Taliban, whom Amir encounters when he finally returns home, hoping to help Hassan and his family. The final third of the book is full of haunting images: a man, desperate to feed his children, trying to sell his artificial leg in the market; an adulterous couple stoned to death in a stadium during the halftime of a football match; a rouged young boy forced into prostitution, dancing the sort of steps once performed by an organ grinder’s monkey.

When Amir meets his old nemesis, now a powerful Taliban official, the book descends into some plot twists better suited to a folk tale than a modern novel. But in the end we’re won over by Amir’s compassion and his determination to atone for his youthful cowardice.

In ”The Kite Runner,” Khaled Hosseini gives us a vivid and engaging story that reminds us how long his people have been struggling to triumph over the forces of violence — forces that continue to threaten them even today.

Edward Hower’s latest novel is ”A Garden of Demons.” A former Fulbright lecturer in India, he teaches in the writing department of Ithaca College.

On a sunny day in 2001 Amir calls from Rahim Khan, the best friend of his father. The book is about a boy named Amir. He lives with his father, Baba and their servants Ali and Hassan. Saunaubar, Amir’s mother was deceased when he was born. Amir is a Pashtun, a Soenni muslim. Hassan’s mother, Sanaubar, has run off with another man. Hassan is a Hazara, a Shia muslim. Mahmood is also a good friend of Baba. Mahmood is a pilot and has a German woman and a son named Assef.

One day Hassan and Amir are on their way to the pomegranate tree. Under this tree Amir reads stories to Hassan. Later closed Assef, and his friends Kamal and Wali their in. Assef says that Hitler was a good man and that he also had to do with the Hazaras what he did to the Jews also. Hassan tied Assef and his friends with a slingshot. One day in 1974, just after Ramadan, Hassan’s birthday. He does not get gifts like toys, but an operation on his cleft lip. Dr Baba. Kumar surgeon invited to come and make an appointment for the surgery.

Amir loves the winter in Kabul. Every year, Kite and Amir did run tournaments held each year. He wanted to be the first to fall more into the eyes of his father. Amir and Hassan went to the bazaar to buy material to make a kite. Baba saw that they were making a kite and said it might not be good enough for the competition. He took along to Saifo, the best kite maker in Kabul, Baba bought a kite for Amir and Hassan. The next day it’s snowing outside and Amir doubt for kiting. As Hassan says “there is no monster, it’s a beautiful day” Amir decides to go kiting. During kiting . his hands bleeding completely. After a while he is still in the final with a boy. Amir manages to keep the kite to cut and he wants the match. Amir still wanted the blue kite in the air. Hassan ran after the kite because he knows where the kites fall. Everyone congratulated Amir. Amir went searching for Hassan. He asked the people on the street if they had seen him. Omar, a son of one of the friends of his father, Hassan said that in the direction of the market went. At the bazaar Amir asked a man if he had seen Hassan. The man had seen him and told that he said: “For you a thousand time over.” Amir suddenly heard voices and noises. He recognized the voice of Hassan. He saw the three boys, Assef, Wali and Kamal with Hassan. The boys like the kite but Hassan would not given it. He said that Amir won the game fair. Assef said that nothing in the world is fair. Wali and Kamal pushing Hassan to the ground and Assef raped him. Amir continues to see and do or say nothing at all. Eventually he runs away to the bazaar. He let Hassan down. Later Hassan runs in a hard way to Amir with the kite in his hand.

His father is very proud of him. Hassan feeling pretty good and not so he would only sleep. Ali thinks that something is and asks Hassan to Amir. Amir would have been possible with his father and do things. They go to Jalalabad, the cousin live there, his wife and two daughters (twins) and Karima Fazila. Amir is carsick and throws up on Fazila back in the car. When they come home, Hassan and Amir didn’t talk to each other.

A few days later Hassan asks Amir if he’s coming to the bakery. Amir says he doesn’t want it so Hassan asks what he has done wrong. Amir asks his father if they start taking new servants, Baba is angry, saying: ‘Hassan’s not going anywhere. He is staying right here with us, where he belongs. This is his home and we’re his family”.

Amir get for his birthday a stingray and wrist watch from his father. Rahim Khan gives him a notebook to write his stories. Amir write a story about the life of Hassan. Hassan loved it and later said that Amir would be a great writer. Amir could not live with his guilt that he had done nothing when Hassan was raped, but also because he felt that Hassan get sometimes more attention than him. When Ali and Hassan went to the bazaar Amir put his new watch and some money under the mattress of Hassan.

He told Baba that his watch was missing. eventually they find it under the mattress of Hassan. Amir hopes that Baba accused Hassan of theft from their home and move. But that is not the case. Baba forgives Hassan. From self-esteem Ali and Hassan go away. Baba does everything to let them stay, but nothing can stop them. They go to Hazarajat to Ali’s cousin. After the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, early 1980, flights Amir and his father to Peshwar, Pakistan.

On the way into the tank they’re all acquaintances, including Kamal and his father. The mother was shot dead by Kamal and Kamal has a trauma left over so he can not talk. Kamal is dead the next morning. His father can not take it anymore and shoots himself with a bullet in his mouth.

Amir and Baba flight from Pakistan to the United States in 1980. Amir builds a new life, but he fails to mention Hassan. Amir goes to school to become a writer and Baba find work at a gas station. Amir gets a Ford from his father. Baba is very ill. The doctors discovered that he has lung cancer. Baba does not want chemotherapy, only painkillers.

Amir and Baba go in their spare time to the market for selling used products. Amir get to learn Soraya and fall in love with her. Her father is General Mr. Sahib. Iqbal. He worked for ministery of Defense.

Baba buy a VW from an old acquaintance. Amir and Soraya talk. Soraya want them to read stories written by Amir. Soraya’s mother, Jamila finds Amir is a nice guy.

When it is New year Amir and Baba are walking a bit outside. Baba falls on the ground and there’s blood from his mouth. He’s just unconscious. Baba is taken to hospital. Baba told Amir that he likes Soraya and Baba agree with it, so Amir and Soraya are goint to marry. Soraya wants to talk to him on the phone. She said that she is impure. And she has had some problems with her ex boyfriend. Soraya thought Amir would not want her after she said that.

The day after the wedding the aunt and uncle from Soraya came to visite. They played a game with Amir. That night Baba Soraya wanted to give his medication but he did not. He said he had no pain. From that evening Baba never woke up.

Amir writes books about father and son. His book is crowned. Amir and Soraya learn that they can’t have children. Soraya doesn’t want a child addoption she wants to feel how it’s like to be pregnant. . When Soraya’s father learned that she had gone to bed before her marriage, she was imprisoned and had all her hair cut off. She wished that her father died.

2001, Amir gets a call from Rahim Khan. He said that he is very ill and that he wants to see Amir before his deat. He lives in Pakistan. They talk about Baba and the occupation of Afghanistan by the Taliban. The Taliban has expelled the Russians from Afghanistan. People thought they were saved. But that was wrong. Rahim said could care no longer for the house of Amir and Baba. He decided to go to Hassan and Ali and with difficulty he could persuade Hassan. Rahim did not sell the house because of the great memories. Hassan was married and had one son, Sohrab. His wife was pregnant with a daughter. Amir reads the letter that Hassan had written for him. Hassan and his wife were shot by the Taliban. Sohrab was arrested and placed in an orphanage. Amir Rahim wish now that he is going to save Sohrab because all the children in that orphanage are in the hands of the Taliban. Rahim also said that Ali is not the real father of Hassan, because he could get no children. Baba is the father of Hassan only he has a different mother. If Amir hears this he’s very angry, because they had concealed for them the fact that they are step brothers.

Amir thinks about the past and now know why Baba never forget Hassan’s birthday. When Amir Baba asked if she would take new servants said Baba yet,”Hassan’s not going anywhere, he’d barked. He is staying right here with us, where he belongs. This is his home and we’re his family”.Amir feels guilty. He decides to go to Kabul to rescue Sohrab.

Farid, the taxi driver and friend of Rahim, takes him to Kabul. Along the way, they stayed with the brother of Farid. Amir sees for the first time in his life a Taliban soldier. He also meets an old classmate of his mother. The man told a few things, but a lot has forgotten. Eventually they go to a orphange. The location of the orphanage where Sohrab would sit, is lent to a ruler of the Taliban, monthly boys or girls from the orphanage will get to satisfy his sexual needs. Zaman is the boss. Farid will fight with Zaman. Amir should go with Farid to the stadium, to look at the man who has a black sunglasses.

Amir goes to the home of the Taliban fighter. Amir recognized the man, it is Assef. Assef says Amir can take the child if he wins. Amir gets a slap in the face with brass knuckles. He gets a tear in his lip. Sohrad shoot a stone in the eye from Assef with his slingshot. Assef concern Sohrab and Amir and this will give the opportunity to flee. Amir has to go to the hospital.

In the taxi they fled to Pakistan. Rahim Khan is gone and left money for Amir he can use to return to America. It was a trick of Rahim Khan to get Amir that far he would take care of Sohrab. He knew of the betrayal of Amir and he realizes that this is the only way to give back to Hassan. Amir ask Soraya if she want to adopt Sohrab, she scared a bit. Amir hears how difficult it will be to get away Sohrab. He is advised to let Sohrab stay in Pakistan in an orphanage for a while, but Sohrab will no longer be in an orphanage and that Amir had pledged him. During a telephone call from Soraya she informs that she thinks she can adopt him in America, Sohrab cut his wrists. Fortunately, he saved time and then he recovers.

Sohrab needs a visa to be allowed into the United States what takes a long time. Soraya finally able to arrange dates could take Sohrab to the United States. Amir adopted Sohrab and he buys a kite for Sohrab. The two of them kite fight together and win. For the first time Sohrab smiles for Amir. Then Amir use the phrase that Hassan always said to him: “For you a thousend time over” and run to fetch the kite.

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