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"Frankenstein" ~ S. Reid

Summary: It’s that time of the year again when the annual BAU Halloween party is fully underway. However, one Halloween lover isn’t acting exactly like himself, and his partner intends to find out why.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1,357

Content Warning: mentions of Spencer’s S9 neck injury, mild swearing, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed something!

Genre: Fluff, i guess a lil hurt/comfort too

Extra Notes: EMMY WRITING AN ACTUALLY DECENT SUMMARY FOR ONCE??? I’M SHOCKED TOO TBH

Based On the Prompt: “Emotional Damage” - new scars (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: between 10/27/2022 and 10/29/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @reidsbookclub 🫶🏻

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

Whumptober masterlist/schedule can be found here!

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Spencer made his way down the stairs nervously, somehow hoping to avoid his partner, or at least avoid her opinion of his impromptu Halloween costume change.

Unfortunately, she noticed immediately. After all, she’d been putting together her Bride of Frankenstein costume for weeks, what with perfecting her makeup and spending hours thrifting the perfect dress.

“Now, where is your costume?” she sassed, hands on her hips.

He pouted, his lips scrunched tight together. “This is my costume,” he answered, fidgeting with the ends of his scarf.

“Spence, we’ve been talking about going as Frankenstein and his Bride for months now,” she reminded him. “Why are you recycling your Doctor Who costume?”

“First of all, it’s a cosplay, not a costume,” he rebutted, his hands flying to his own hips.

She huffed lightly, “Sorry, my bad. Cosplay.”

“Second of all,” he continued, “this just feels more like me.”

One of her eyebrows cocked upward. She saw right through him. “You begged to be Frankenstein this year and now all of a sudden, you wanna go as the Sixth Doctor?”

“It’s the Fourth Doctor,” he whined, a frown pulling his lips downward.

“Look, I don’t care if you’re supposed to be the Millionth Doctor, you aren’t fooling me, Spencer Walter Reid. I’ve known you since we were cadets. I know when you’re lying.”

“Nuh-uh!” His tone sounded similar to a four-year-old who’d be accused of stealing candy.

His partner saw past all of this though. She noticed the way he tugged at his scarf, pulling it the teeniest bit tighter around his neck. She noticed the saddened, almost embarrassed look in his eyes, and suddenly understood his behavior.

“Spencer,” was all she had to say before he was coming undone. Every bottled up tear he’d been holding in throughout the day suddenly slid down his cheeks.

Spencer didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. He just sat down on the bottom stair and cried nearly silent into his palms. His body shook as sobs wrecked him, every ounce of insecurity attempting to shed its way out of his body through his tears.

She silently sat down beside him, her white dress cascading down the floor. “I know it’s hard to take me seriously when I have this giant ass wig on my head,” she started, managing to earn herself an amused sniffle from the man beside her, “but it would help me immensely if you’d tell me what’s going on in that big, smart, and evidently, sad brain of yours.”

He looked up, finally making eye contact with her again. “I don’t want anyone to see my new scar,” he answered, tears stilling on the edges of his bottom lids.

Her hand slid up to his hair, brushing through those signature cinnamon-brown curls of his. “Spencer, if there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout my many years as an insecure woman, it’s that no one is paying attention to any of your flaws, even the thing you think is your biggest imperfection.”

“But what if they say it’s ugly? Or what if they think it’s scary?”

Her arm wrapped around the back of his shoulders, pulling him close to her side. “Spencer, if anyone says anything, I’ll kick their ass. Because that—getting shot in the neck and living to tell the tale—is possibly the most badass thing you’ve done in your whole career. And trust me, babe, you’ve done some pretty badass things.”

He wiped away the remaining drops of water as his cries stilled, managing to choke out a chuckle as he settled into his lover’s embrace.

“But if I have to be honest, I doubt anyone will say anything. It’s just the BAU and their partners. The worst that could happen would be Rossi making some sort of offhand comment and, while I'm not trying to make excuses for Rossi’s demented sense of humor, you know he means well.”

Spencer looked to the floor, fidgeting with his hands. “Are you sure no one will say anything? He whispered, just barely loud enough for his lover to make out his words.

She tapped a finger against her chin, racking her brain for some way to help him through his insecurity. Suddenly, an idea popped into her brain, almost like a light switch being flipped. “Oh, my goodness. Why didn't I think of this sooner?”

He looked back up, eyes filled with curiosity. “What?” he asked, his voice rumbling with the remnants of his previous cries.

“What is one of Frankenstein’s monster’s most memorable features?” she inquired, arms crossed tight in front of her chest.

Spencer’s eyebrows ruffled together as he analyzed her question. “His green skin?”

She giggled, “Well, yes, but what about his neck?”

His eyes lit up as he figured out what she had reference to. “His bolts and stitches!”

She nodded with a small hum. “I could draw on some stitches with some makeup and cover up your scar, if that’s what you’d like.”

He nodded with a half-smile, his eyes crinkling near the corners. “I’d like that a lot.”

That was how Spencer ended up on the bathroom counter, swinging his legs back and forth as his girlfriend decorated his face and neck with green face paint and eyeliner.

“Are you sure no one’s gonna think it’s scary?” he fretted. “I mean, what if JJ brings Henry? You don’t think it’ll scare him off, do you?”

“Spencer,” she sighed, dabbing at the makeup on his neck, “I have never seen someone who adores you as much as Henry. I doubt you’ll have anything to worry about.”

Still, Spencer internally worried, his stomach bubbling with anxiety with every second that the party got closer.

His apprehension only became worse as he and his partner made their way up the stairwell to Penelope’s apartment. His girlfriend’s fingers interlocked tightly around Spencer’s as the two wandered their way into Penelope’s apartment, their ears immediately being overtaken by The Clovers’ Love Potion No. 9.

The stampers of tiny feet were barely heard over the music as an all-too-excited Henry made his way over to the couple. “Uncle Spencer!” he shouted with a smile, showing off every tooth in his mouth.

“Henry!” Spencer exclaimed, bending down to the five-year-old’s level. His lover subconsciously noticed his anxiety melting away as he interacted with the boy, a smile sitting lightly on her face.

The boy shook his head. “I’m not Henry tonight, Uncle Spencer. I’m a lion.”

Spencer nodded in understanding, holding in a small chuckle. “Oh, well in that case, you can call me Uncle Frankenstein tonight.”

Henry’s eyes wandered over Spencer, taking in every detail of the man’s costume. As he looked over Spencer’s face paint, his eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky. “Woah!” he nearly screamed, leaning in for a better look. “Those stitches on your neck are super cool, Uncle Frankenstein!”

Spencer looked over to his partner, who simply gave him an “I told you so” grin. She watched as the two interacted, chatting for a moment about their costumes.

After a moment of Henry being absolutely mesmerized by Spencer’s makeup, he stepped away. “I’m gonna find Mommy and Dad- I mean,” he corrected himself, “Mama Dorothy and Daddy Tin-Man. I’m hungry.”

Spencer stood up, chuckling deeply as the boy ran off toward his parents, who were happily chatting with Penelope, who was dressed as quite possibly the prettiest fairy anyone had ever seen.

Suddenly, a hand made its way to the curls near Spencer’s neck. He turned, looking over the smile that still sat on his lover’s lips.

“See? What did I tell you?” she giggled, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

He sighed, leaning into her embrace. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together. “For what?”

“For worrying all the time.”

She shook her head with a giggle. “You wouldn’t be Spencer without it.”

He huffed lightly, a half-smile making its way to his lips. “I suppose you’re right about that,” he said, leaning down for a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, her hand still tangled in his curls, “all part of the job, Uncle Frankenstein.”

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So... this was supposed to be up Saturday?? Obviously that did not happen 💀

I feel like I owe you guys a little bit of an explanation for what happened during Whumptober.

So, I guess the easiest way to explain it would be health problems? I know that seems to be what I always say but I genuinely have had some of the worst fatigue, which led to brain fog, which lead to unproductivity, which led to me not finishing Whumptober on time.

However, as I stated on my Stranger Things blog (@honeysuckleharringtons) I will be posting the rest of the Whumptober fics in due time. I have a lot of plans for the month of November (what with nanowrimo starting and a ✨️secret surprise✨️ for you guys) so they may not all be posted this month. Some of them may end up getting posted in December.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I do apologize for getting behind again but I promise, you guys will be getting the rest of the Whumptober fics 🫶🏻

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mrsamaroevans · 3 years

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NOT A THIRD CHANCE | MIGUEL GALINDO

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader.

Words: 3,844.

Warnings: Spoilers of season 3 of Mayans MC. English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor.

A/N: I always try to keep this short and I end up writing more than 3k words :c Sorry! *GIF NOT MINE*

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You knew him so well that you knew when he was lying and when he was telling the truth.

You already suspected it for weeks. All those trips to Mexico... he had never made as many as in the past months, and, it came to a point where he didn't hide the reasons for his trips from you, he no longer hid anything that had to do with the cartel, why would he have started doing it again?

But when those pictures arrived… you hadn't realized until then that you were praying for your suspicions not to be true. But there were no longer any doubts. You already had the facts and although it broke your heart, you took your things, you took your son, and you left the house without giving any prior sign.

Miguel hadn't even realized it and that was probably what hurt you the most. That first night you were away from home, he was away too. He was in México. The next afternoon when he arrived and didn't find you, that's when he started calling you but all he got was your voicemail. And then he saw the pictures you left on the bed and understood everything.

He had no idea where you could have gone. You stopped talking to your family a year ago, your best friend hadn't heard from you in days. Two days after thinking and looking at your statements for some signs, he knew where you went.

It was the only place you could have gone for support. You always told him that.

“Why did you disappear like that?” Was the first thing he asked when you opened the door “I was worried”

“In the arms of Palomo, sure” you nodded and crossed your arms in your chest as you leaned against the front door frame “What happened? She got tired of sharing?”

“Amor…”

“Don’t call me that” You interrupted him. Your voice came out more aggressive than you thought it would, but hearing him call you that way when he could have been calling another woman the same, caught you off guard and made you angry in just a second. “You have no right to call me that”

Miguel looked hurt and regretful, but you couldn't let that distract you. You couldn't fall that fast again.

“It’s not what you think,” he said and from the way he sounded, you knew he also thought it was a weak excuse.

“So it’s photoshopped? Really? That’s your defense?” You asked with a bitter laugh.

“Let me explain—”

“No… listen, Miguel, I’m too tired,” you said sighing. Your head was spinning around because, although you knew you had to face him sometime, you were not ready to do it so quickly “I’m so tired of your excuses. I’ve been hearing them for months, I’m done”

“Don’t say that… (Y/n), please let me fix it” he insisted, but you shook your head to cut him off.

“I talked to my lawyer,” You said and now the one who was taken by surprise was him “The papers will be home tomorrow, so please sign them”

“What?” Miguel shook his head, your request seemed to make him angry “No… I’m not gonna sign anything without trying to fix what I did first”

You were about to say something when a few steps coming from the kitchen made you look back.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Felipe said when he saw you two at the door. You have never been so grateful for an interruption before.

“It’s okay, Felipe, Miguel is leaving now,” you said turning back to the man in front of you. He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn't want to leave, not yet. He still had a lot to say, but you didn't feel like listening anymore.

“I want to see my son” he demanded but you didn’t accept it.

“He’s taking a nap” you answered with a sharp tone “If you want to see him another time, I’m not gonna forbid you, but I’m not gonna let you interrupt his nap now”

The next times you spoke to him were through text messages. He was busy with the cartel and you had been very clear that you didn't want him to go to the Reyes' house other than to see Cristobal and whenever he had time it was already too late at night.

You were hardly ever alone. Ez went home with Emily whenever they could, Angel also went sometimes, and having gone to them had not only worked for you but for Felipe as well. Your son had more people who paid attention to him and played with him and he was very happy about it. His happiness was contagious, so nobody at home could be sad or worry whenever he was awake.

The days were easy to get through, but the nights? That was a completely different story.

Because, no matter how tired you were, you spent hours tossing and turning in bed thinking about everything. You couldn't help but remember the good times with Miguel and all those promises that he had made that now no longer existed. You were angry, hurt, and sad, you wanted to burn and break everything, but not even with all those feelings you could put aside the fact that, although your heart was broken, it still belonged to Miguel and you didn't know if one day that would change.

“Daddy!!!”

From the grass, you saw your husband getting close to where you were and saw how he received with a smile and open arms to your son who ran happily towards him. The laughter of your son when his father held him in his arms filled your heart and somehow, made it harder to keep with the decision you had made when you saw those pictures.

“Mi niño... How are you?” Miguel asked him with a big smile on his face “You good?”

“Yes” Cristobal nodded and your still husband turned to you. You were still sitting on the grass and when Miguel saw you trying to stand up, he came over and offered his hand to help you. “Don Felipe is amazing,” Cristobal said and Miguel took his attention back to him “And tío Ez and tío Angel too”

And even though Miguel was not that happy to hear those names, he nodded “I bet they are”

You heard a bike and your son got immediately excited. You had just more than two weeks staying at Felipe's house, but he already identified when Angel or Ez arrived home. He even identified the sound of Felipe's truck.

Cristobal moved in Miguel's arms for him to put him down, and he, without understanding, did so.

“Tío Angel is home,” Cristobal said jumping around and turning towards you. You knew what that look meant. He was asking your permission to go with Angel like every afternoon when he, his brother, or his father came home.

“Go,” you told him and smiled at his reaction. Cristobal ran towards the street and Miguel turned to you.

Cristobal never did that with him. Yes, the house was big enough so he would never hear the cars coming in, but, he didn’t even show that much excitement whenever he crossed the door of any room where he was.

“You think it's safe for him to go out alone?” Miguel asked you so you turned back to him and nodded.

“Angel's waiting for him,” You said nodding again. The Reyes already knew they had to wait outside until Cristobal got to them. They loved coming home to a swirl of excitement. “I thought you were going to México”

Angel walked into the backyard before Miguel could say anything. He had some bags in one of his hands and Cristobal’s little hand in the other one. Both men just nodded when their gazes met.

“Dinner's ready,” Angel said showing you the bags. You had asked him to stop by for some food before going home “Ez and Emily are helping pops, it won’t take them long...”

“You want to join us?” You asked Miguel and he immediately shook his. You already knew what his answer would be, if you had known he would accept, you wouldn’t have asked.

“No. I just came to see my son and talk to you” Miguel answered and you could notice his emphasis when he talked about Cristobal. Miguel knew how to hide his feelings, but you knew he was hating to see his son taking your ex's hand.

“Why don't you put the table?” You turned to Angel and he nodded, taking Cristobal inside the house when he understood you needed to talk to Miguel alone. “Did you sign the papers?” You asked once your son was far enough away so he couldn’t hear.

“I already told you I'm not going to sign anything,” he said irritated. His gaze was still in the door where Cristobal and Angel disappeared.

“Miguel, don't make this harder,” you asked, sighing tiredly. It was probably the fifth or sixth time you asked him to sign the divorce papers “If you're worried about not seeing Cristobal, I already told you not to worry”

“Amor... We need to talk this” he said “We can't let everything we've built go just like that”

“Just like that?” You repeated while frowning “Why didn't you think about that before sleeping with her?” You rhetorically asked, “You’re asking me to not forget everything we’ve been through, but if you did, why couldn’t I?” Your eyes filled with tears. Even though you’ve been away for two weeks, it frustrated you to not be able to feel anything like he did whenever he went to México with Palomo “I honestly don’t know what did you need… sometimes I feel like I failed you in something”

“You didn’t,” he said immediately, taking a step towards you. You didn't step back because despite wanting to hate him for what he did, you couldn't help but want to feel him close.

“Then?” He asked, but he didn't answer. There were no more excuses that he could use “You know what’s funny? You used to be mad whenever Angel was around, you didn’t stand to hear his name. You were so worried about me cheating with him and the only one cheating was you”

“My mother died, I… I was out of my mind; I was hurt and—”

“I was too and I didn’t run into somebody else’s arms” your voice trembled so you had to clear your throat before continuing “All those times you said you didn’t want to be like your father… Well, you are”

“(Y/n)…” Miguel tried to get closer to you and when you took a step back, his eyes filled with tears now.

“You can come to see Cristobal as many times as you want, but don’t come to talk to me until you sign those papers,” you said putting more distance between the two of you and getting closer to the door “Cristobal! Come say bye to your dad!”

Miguel pressed his eyes with the palm of his hands and tried to look his best by the time Cristobal went out to say goodbye to him.

That night, Cristobal decided that he wanted Felipe to be the one to tuck him in and read him a bedstory, and he wasn't willing to take "no" for an answer. But Felipe didn't care. Happily, after the kid's bath, he went up to the room that had been Ez's to do what the boy had asked, leaving you and his youngest son alone in the living room.

“Since when you drink wine?” He asked you when you poured yourself another drink. You were in the living room, sitting on the couch in front of the television. Emily had left a few hours earlier “Angel said you were the reason why Bishop started to order more beer” he joked.

“Bulshit” You laughed and Ez did too “It’s not that bad, wanna try it?” You asked, offering him your glass, but Ez shook his head, giving a suspicious look at the liquid in your glass.

“Angel said that Galindo stopped by” Ez took his beer and gave it a sip, then leaned against the back of the couch and turned to look at you.

You chuckled “He came with more excuses” you shook your head without turning to him.

You were silent for a couple of minutes, minutes in which you almost finished the red liquid in your glass. You were so focused on not feeling or thinking anything that when Ez spoke again, you just barely got what he said.

“Remember what you told me when we saw each other again after I got out?” He asked with his gaze fixed on you. You smiled when that memory came to you. Meeting your best friend after 8 years of not seeing him was one of the best things that ever happened to you.

“I told you many things,” you said, knowing too well what he was referring to.

“You said that I made a mistake as everybody does,” He said it even so. You looked down when you heard those words. You said that after he told you how embarrassed he would have been if he had allowed you to see him while he was in prison. You had tried to make him feel better. You never believed that those words could be used against you, let alone make you feel worse than you already felt. “Nobody’s perfect”

You laughed lightly. You moved so he would be in front of you.

“You’re Hannah Montana now?” You asked making him laugh. He gave another sip of his beer and then sighed.

“You love him and he loves you…” He said. You knew how hard it was for him to admit it. He never liked the idea of you marrying Miguel “He made a mistake, just like me and so many people”

“So you think I should go back and pretend that nothing happened?” You raised one of your eyebrows as a small smile appeared on your face. It was probably the alcohol in your system, or probably just you wanting to pretend that the whole thing was not that important to you anymore.

“Pretend that nothing happened? No” Ez shook his head immediately.

“What do you think I should do then?”

“What I think is not important” your friend shrugged “It’s only your decision to make”

And yes. It was. But it was one of the hardest decisions you have ever had to make in your life.

The next days Miguel called you, completely ignoring the fact that you had asked him not to speak to you unless what he was going to tell you was that he had already signed the papers. He talked to Cristobal by video call when he couldn't go to see him, but for the last two days, he hadn't even sent a text. You only knew he got busy and had to do with job matters.

Until one day when you were with your son and Felipe at the butcher shop, Nestor called you. He sounded concerned when he told you that Miguel was a mess and that he felt that you would be the only one who could calm him down, so you agreed to go home when Felipe told you that he would watch your son.

On your way there, you were worried about what you might find when you arrived. Although Miguel always showed his true feelings to you, he rarely loses control, and you were worried about him because he was the father of your child and because even if you didn't want to, you still loved him.

“Nestor…” you said when you parked your car. Your husband's best friend was already waiting for you there “Where is he?”

“Office… he doesn’t look good” he informed you while you walked into the house “The office will need a makeover”

You sighed when you were already in front of his office door. You couldn't hear anything from there, he had probably calmed down a bit by now, but after what had happened with his mother, you quickly opened the door only to find him sitting on the couch with his gaze lost at some point in the room.

The office was a mess. There were books all over the floor, the pages of some were peeled off their covers. The desk lamp was broken and there was a mark on the nearby wall, that made you think he had thrown it at it. The few things on the desk —because many were scattered throughout the room— were messy and even one of the windows was broken.

“Hey…” you said when he didn't turn to you. He wasn't wearing his jacket and his dress shirt was disheveled.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked when he heard your voice. It was not exactly an invitation for you to get close, but you did it anyway, being careful to not step on anything in the way “Álvarez called you?”

“No… I needed more clothes for Cristobal” You lied. Thinking about it though, it wasn't entirely a lie. The one who called you was Nestor, not Álvarez “You good?” You asked when you sat next to him after moving some papers. When you were closer to him you noticed that there were tear trails on his cheeks.

“No” He answered, not turning to see you still “I’m not good” he repeated “My wife left with my son, my mother’s dead and I just found out that I knew a version of my mother that wasn’t her,” he said, closing his eyes and throwing his head back “And it was all my fault”

“What happened with your mother wasn’t your fault,” You told him because you knew he's been struggling with those thoughts since what happened.

“I could have done more” he muttered.

“Your mother made a decision and she would have found the way to do it whenever she wanted” Although those words probably wouldn't make him feel better, it was something he had to understand and accept sooner or later. “It’s not your fault”

Miguel nodded even though he didn't completely believe what you said.

“I found a picture of her in one of her books,” he said and turned to you for the first time to ask you: “Felipe knew her; you knew?”

You sighed and nodded “Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his eyes filled with tears.

“‘Cause she asked me no to”

Miguel sighed and sopped for a second before continuing. Your heart was already broken by the mistake he made, but it was breaking a bit more for seeing him in that state.

“I went to talk to him… he told me he was in love with her. He told me that my mom loved to dance, can you imagine? The woman I had to convince to dance with me in our wedding… loved to dance” he smiled and you did the same, the difference was that his tears began to fall before than yours “I didn’t know that” he shook his head looking down as his smile faded “Felipe said that she had to leave parts of her behind ‘cause they didn’t fit with being José Galindo’s wife” his face seemed to radiate hatred. You knew that Miguel and his father didn't have a close relationship, but you knew that he was fond of him and you had never seen him with that expression while talking about him. “I signed the papers,” he said and those words made your eyes start to fill with tears.

“Why did you change your mind?” You asked trying to make your voice come out as calm as possible.

“You have lost so many things since the day I met you” he winced “Your family, your friends, the club… your social circle went smaller” his voice trembled. He seemed more affected than you by that fact. You had never cared about losing friends or family because Miguel never really made you stopped seeing them. They had decided to walk away on their own “I don’t want you to become my mother…”

You got closer to him and grabbed his hand “You know that wasn’t the reason behind my decision, Miguel, you know it too well”

“Yes, I fucked it up” he nodded “But that’s what I mean… you gave me everything and more than you could. You sacrificed so many things, you’ve been there for me in the worst moments. You gave me my son… and I failed you”

Now, you two were already crying. You let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I love you and it hurt me to know that you maybe didn’t love me the same—” you confessed and you felt his hand lightly squeeze yours.

“It wasn’t the case…” he interrupted you right away “I love you the same as ever. It wasn’t your fault, it was all me” he sobbed “If I could go back in time and change it… I would”

You fell silent. That conversation you had with Ez about the mistakes that everyone makes went through your mind. That conversation had made you reconsider your decision, and you hadn't stopped thinking about it since that night.

Who were you kidding? You loved that man and as much as you wanted to follow your pride, deep down you didn't want to get away from him.

You let go of his hand and took the folder that you put away before. When you opened it, you realized that they were the divorce papers already signed by him. Your signature was already there too but it wasn't official yet. You would have to take them back to the lawyer so he could do the rest.

“Do you want to do this?” You asked turning to him. Miguel immediately shook his head.

“Te amo. I’m only doing it for you”

You looked down at the papers on your lap. You knew Miguel too well, you know when he was lying and when he was telling the truth. You were sure he was being honest. So you took the papers and tore them up, making Miguel look up at you.

You looked at him and saw the relief and thankfulness on his face.

“Don’t fuck it up again” you said, cupping his face in your hands as he shook his head.

“I won’t… I promise” Miguel took your hands, kissed them, and then hugged you tightly “Thank you” he muttered in your neck “Oh, God, I missed you so much” he cried as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I mean it, Miguel,” you said, leaning back so you could see him in the eyes “Don’t fuck it up again”

“I know” he nodded “I swear I won’t”

You smiled and let him come closer so he could kiss you, sealing that promise you were sure he would keep.

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malfoymxnor · 3 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

➤ pairing: draco malfoy x reader

➤ requested: yes | no

➤ genre: angst & fluff

➤ words: 1.3k

➤ summary: after the battle of hogwarts, draco finds you injured and takes care of you.

Looking around, you felt as if time was passing you both quickly and slowly at the same time. You had a sense you had been laying on the floor of what once was the Great Hall for quite some time, which had now been turned into an emergency infirmary by Madam Pomfrey. But, you felt like you had only been laying her for a fraction of a second.

You only knew you had to have been laying here for a while because with what little energy you had left, you used it to stay awake. You feared that if you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t be able to open them. Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched many people pass by. You watched the Weasley family mourn over the loss of Fred. You could distinguish heads of red hair bowing their heads, whispers and cries of disbelief in the air. You weren’t particularly close to the family, but you couldn’t help but mourn as well in your corner of the room.

So many have died in a matter of hours, all because of Voldemort and his band of supporters. The only one of his supporters you held any sympathy for was Draco Malfoy. You had known him the entire time you have been at Hogwarts. In the last three years, you became close with the Slytherin Prince and started seeing each other romantically. However, starting in his sixth year, he had pulled further away until you had nothing of him left except memories. Now you understood why.

Almost as if he could read your mind, you heard footsteps entering the large room. You looked over, you immediately could identify his black leather shoes as soon as you looked over, despite not having enough energy to even look up. In hushed voices, you heard Madam Pomfrey and Draco discussing.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, sir.” Pomfrey practically hissed at him. You couldn’t even see her, but you knew there was a scrawl on her face and was urging him out of the room.

“Madam Pomfrey.” Draco held his ground and his feet were tied to the ground, despite the woman dismissing him. “I’m not looking for trouble, alright? I wish to check on Y/N, then I’ll leave.”

She must have been feeling generous today because next thing you knew, you smelled Draco’s cologne as he knelt beside you. The smell of smoke and blood masked his cologne, but of course, the man still was presentable in times of war.

“Y/N..” He whispered softly, attempting to get your attention. He must have been able to tell you had little to no energy left. You felt a coolness on your cheeks as he lifted your head until your eyes met his icy ones. So much pain was in those eyes. You knew then that he held so much regret for everything he has done. He has regretted leaving you with no answers, joining the Death Eaters because of his family. You felt like you could look into those eyes forever until you felt pain.

A soft hiss escaped your lips as it seemed your brain was finally registering the injury to your right leg. Draco’s eyebrows furrowed, and he looked down, realizing that you were injured. Your knee high sock usually covering your leg was rolled down to your ankles and a deep cut covering your knee to your middle lower leg was bleeding. Madam Pomfrey had stitched your leg to stop most of the bleeding, but the injury looked much worse than it was.

“Jesus, did Pomfrey run out of bandages?” He whispered and rolled his eyes. Even in times of war, he was still Draco and complaining, you thought to yourself.

Without another second spared, you felt yourself being lifted into Draco’s toned arms. “Draco, what are you-” You spoke, but he shushed your words until you both were safely out of the infirmary and into one hallway almost practically destroyed.

He replaced his quick run with a slow pace as he walked through the corridor. You only saw glimpses of the hallway, but you recognized he was taking you to the Slytherin dorms.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” He suddenly said aloud, startling you as you were deep in thought of the events of today. “I understand you might hate me ever since sixth year. Maybe I deserve such treatment after all the pain I have caused. But please, give me a chance to at least fix a little of the pain.”

It was uncommon to hear Draco Malfoy apologize for anything; it left you speechless. All you could do was nod and close your eyes, trying to gain some rest while Draco carried you up the stairs that barely existed.

Thanks to the Slytherin common room and dorms being in the dungeons, most of the space had been spared in the war. While furniture and paintings were destroyed and thrown around, the room was still standing. You opened your eyes as he could walk into the room without saying a password, as the woman usually in the painting had disappeared and the room was unprotected.

Draco pulled out his wand, holding you in just one arm. He looked around the common room frantically, ready to defend himself in case there was anyone remaining. With the coast clear, he carried you up the winding stairwell to where his previous dorm was before he had been forced to resign to join the Death Eaters.

You opened your eyes, and a small smile appeared. “I remember this room clearly, don’t you?” You whispered against his chest, looking up at him. He looked at where his bed used to be, a small smirk appearing on his pale face.

“Clearly, Y/L/N. I haven’t forgotten those nights one bit.”

Before you could ask why exactly we were in his old dorm room, he opened the door to a private bathroom and sat you down on the edge of the sink. The man opened the bathroom cabinet, pulling out a towel and bandages.

Without saying a word, Draco knelt down and cared for your injured leg. After cleaning up the area, he wrapped the bandage around your leg. When he finished, he looked up at you, gently kissing a spot on the bandage. “Better?”

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, allowing yourself to finally take a deep breath. This was the first private moment you had to yourself since the battle had begun.

Suddenly, everything had hit you. Flashbacks of the battle had replayed in your head. You remembered watching Draco walk over to Voldemort’s side, despite you reaching over to hold him back. Seeing so many of your classmates and friends die before your eyes. Tears had formed in the corners of your eyes, which rolled down your face as a quiet sob escaped your lips.

“Darling.” Draco’s face saddened as he got back on his feet, realizing you had cried. “I’m so sorry.” That was all he could muster to say, as a feeling of extreme guilt had come over him.

All you could do was pull him in closer, hugging him as tightly as you could. You may not fully understand why he did what he did. You’ll never forget what you have seen today. But throughout all the years, Draco was your best friend and eventually, lover.

Draco was just 17 years old, but you could see the little boy inside him now. The 11-year-old who just wanted his family’s approval, no matter the cause. The boy who had no choice.

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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Everybody Talks ~ Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) pt 1

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a/n: i forgot to post this here, lmao whoops

but anyways, had to split this because tumblr cant support 7000+ words asdfghjkll

this is my longest one shot so far, please enjoy it. em begging thee

part one | part two | part three

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"Hey baby won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction,"

There it goes again, the annoying song that he was already very familiarized with as it was the very same song that his soulmate had been listening non-stop for the past few days. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn't know if his soulmate had a different time zone than his (thirteen hours difference to be exact) or just a psychopath listening to the loud song for the whole night that the dark haired male could barely sleep. And it had been almost a week already!

"Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction,"

Hajime doesn't even understood the song that much despite it's catchy tune. It was in, on what he assumed, was english. Yes, it was very catchy song at first as the beat was very enjoyable and the singer had a nice voice— but listening to the song for almost one week straight? It can drive anyone insane. And Iwaizumi Hajime had to deal with listening to the song over and over again in non-stop repeat because of his (probably) psychopath soulmate listen to it in full volume.

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time,"

The dark haired male was rather a bit thankful that the volume of the song he was hearing was a bit bearable as whatever song anyone's soulmate was listening too, it was projected to the other about only eighty percent the noise. Still, the song was loud and Hajime wonders if his soulmate would go deaf with how loud the song was playing on their end. Well, if they weren't going deaf already.

"I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

It started with a whisper!"

Sighing, Hajime stared at the ceiling of his room, a small frown on his lips. God, his soulmate was lowkey an asshole for making him listen to the same song over and over again for the past few days. If he ever finds his soulmate, the dark haired male was sure to beat them up— or at least, be angry at them for making him listen to a song that he could barely sleep.

"And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

Looking at the alarm clock on top of his nightstand beside his bed, the dark haired male let out another annoyed grunt as he saw the time. It was already midnight and he still had school to attend to tomorrow. Not to mention volleyball practice early in the morning aswell.

God, for a moment, Hajime hated the soulmate bond so, so much.

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

But Iwaizumi Hajime also remembered that his soulmate rather had a nice taste in music that even made him listen to his soulmates favorite bands— or at least he assumes they were their favorite bands.

Hajime was stuck with the soulmate bond that let's him hear the song what his soulmate was listening too, and it reminded the dark haired male that his soulmate was somehow sharing a part of themselves to him.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Sighing again, Hajime wished he would just smack his soulmate right now.

"Hey honey you could be my drug?

You could be my new prescription,"

Hajime let out an annoyed grunt as he just finished serving and stood outside the court. It was unfortunately out of bounds as he put too much pressure on hitting the ball, but Hajime could barely care about it right now.

"Too much could be an overdose!

All this trash talk make me itchin'!"

Jesus fucking Christ, it was practically by the end of the day, but his soulmate was still listening to the song? The dark haired male now fully believed his soulmate was a psychopath. Period.

"Oh my, my,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

Everybody talks, too much..."

"Woah, losing your edge there ace!" Hajime turned his head to whoever had said those words and saw it was a fellow third year and (unfortunately) friend of his, Hanamaki Takahiro. The light brown (pink-ish?) haired male had an eyebrow raised towards him but an amused smirk on his lips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You okay there? Or are you getting old already?" Takahiro snickered as Hajime rolled his eyes at the wing spiker. The light brown (salmon???) haired player was always a bit of a tease along with another third year, Matsukawa Issei. Speaking of the middle blocker, it seemed like the black haired middle blocker also decided to come and join on annoying the dark haired ace.

"You've been also more annoyed than usual," Issei pointed out as he stood next to his light brown (pastel pink???) haired friend with his arms crossed on his chest aswell. "Love the eye bags, by the way," Issei continued as he grinned while Takahiro snickered more at his comment.

"Oh, shut up," Hajime had grunted as he rubbed the temple on his head. The dark haired ace was already tired from the lack of sleep and practicing volleyball even if he do love the sport. He can't deal with his teams bullshit right now.

"Iwa-chan can't sleep because of his soulmate!" Yelled the volleyball captain of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tōru, who was unfortunately the dark haired male's best friend since childhood from across the court. How did he know what the three were talking about? No one would ever know other than knowing the captain enjoyed gossip and doesn't care if he even gets caught listening to conversations that doesn't include him. Oikawa Tōru had no shame.

Sighing again, Hajime was so fucking done. Of course the chocolate brown haired male would know about his soulmate problem even if he doesn't say anything about it. For some odd reason, Tōru had a sixth sense with him and his soulmate. How annoying.

"Because of your soulmate...?" Takahiro asked, confused. The confusion on his face was immediately then replaced with an amused look as a shit eating grin was replaced the smirk on his lips. Hajime already felt the headache coming.

"That's pretty kinky, not gonna lie," Takahiro said with no shame whatsoever. Obviously his imaginations running wild from the chocolate brown haired male's shout about Hajime and his soulmate. Issei could only chuckle at his friend's words as they both look at the dark haired ace who was slowly losing his sanity and patience.

"But seriously, Iwaizumi. What's the deal with your soulmate?" Issei asked. Finally something Hajime could actually answer and not be teased by the assholes that he calls his teammates and friends. Unfortunately.

"The dumbass hasn't stopped listening to this one song for almost a week now," Hajime grunted as he could still hear the said song in his mind.

"It started with a whisper!

And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

"Really?" Takahiro said, a bit surprised that a measly song would annoy the dark haired ace. Sure, Iwaizumi Hajime was a bit of a hot headed person but he was a hot headed person who can control his temper— unless it's with Oikawa Tōru, then Hajime would not hesitate to beat the shit outta the chocolate haired captain.

"What's so bad with the song?" And it seemed like the black haired middle blocker agreed aswell as Issei asked that question. The taller male didn't know if he should congratulate their ace's soulmate for making the dark haired male so annoyed and irritated for the past few days or feel bad for Hajime.

"The song isn't the problem," Hajime huffed as he saw both Takahiro and Issei look at him with raised brows. Clearly wanting him to elaborate more since they were confused. Sighing, the dark haired male decided to just come out with it. "They just have been playing the song non-stop and it's driving me insane."

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

"What's the song?" The light brown (peach?!?) haired male had asked. Curious on what Hajime's soulmate was listening to. Can you blame him though? Their ace seemed to be a bit secretive with his soulmate, even if they had been teammates and friends for years. Iwaizumi Hajime didn't seemed to like talking about his soulmate, either it be him not liking them or just likes his privacy. It was probably the latter but who knows?

Sighing again, Hajime gestured the two to follow him to the changing room. The practice was almost over anyways and both Takahiro and Issei had finished their serves earlier ago aswell. The dark haired ace was going to let the two third years hear the song he had been listening to for the past few days with his phone. Hajime, after all, downloaded the song his soulmate had been listening to non-stop.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Arriving at the changing room with the two males tagging along, Hajime wasted no time going to his assigned locker and opened it up. Taking out his phone and unlocking it, Hajime immediately then went to his music app and searched the song his soulmate had forced him to listen to for almost a week.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day,

When everybody's words got in the way!"

Finding the song, the dark haired ace turned to both his friend and gave them a blank expression as he hit play on the song.

The familiar intro of the song played loud on the device's speaker and it didn't take long for the singer started singing the song that Hajime was song he could sing along perfectly from how much he had heard the song already. The dark haired male had practically memorized the lyrics of the song already and he wasn't even kidding.

"Woah," Issei whistled as he look at the song that was playing in Hajime's phone more closely. "Damn ace, you're soulmate has taste!" The black haired male said. Rather surprised and impressed to the song Hajime's soulmate taste in music.

"It's in english too," Takahiro pointed out. He then turned to look at Issei who looked at him aswell. The two seemed to be communicating without even saying anything, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows and small frown on their lips, Hajime knew what they were thinking.

"Your soulmate is probably in a foreign country..." Takahiro said as he looked back at the dark haired ace. A bit worried but the wing spiker seemed to force a grin on his lips. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky to get a foreign soulmate ace," Issei said. "Imagine getting help with english!" The black haired male chuckled. The two friends continued on listing the positives of having a soulmate who can talk in english and joking about it.

The dark haired ace didn't seemed to listen to the two though.

Hajime knew that there was a huge possibility that his soulmate was in another country than where he was. Soulmates were rarely even in the same cities most of the time, so Hajime fully knows about him maybe not meeting his soulmate. Still, it still hurts to think that his soulmate was far away from him and probably would not meet.

Iwaizumi Hajime didn't considered himself as a hopeless romantic, but it had always been his dream to meet the other person who he had sharing music to since he was seven years old.

There were two reasons why Hajime hated sharing about his soulmates music taste. First was that it hurts to be reminded that Hajime would only hear the song his soulmate was listening to and most of the time those songs were in english and were too loud for his liking. Sure, his soulmate listened to some mellow song aswell like lo-fi and even taking note on songs he listened too aswell, but his soulmate seemed to enjoy the upbeat and loud ones a lot.

Second was that Hajime felt like the music he listened from his soulmate were sacred. It was a silly thing to think but for the dark haired ace, the music and songs his soulmate was listening too, it was only for him to listen to and only him alone.

God, perhaps Iwaizumi Hajime was a hopeless romantic. Or at least, a little bit of a hopeless romantic with how he thinks about some dumb songs his soulmate was listening too.

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velvetthunder1999 · 4 years

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All the time on Earth

Part 33 - One Last Kiss

Summary: The Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: PAIN. (I cried writing this, so brace yourselves. I’m not kidding)

Word count: 4.6K

George Weasley x Reader

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It all happened so fast.

April had been the time of your life - if you can say that during a war - and it could not even be compared to the previous eight months that you had spent at Shell Cottage. You had celebrated the twins’ birthday, then Lupin had come to announce the news about his newborn son. The whole month had been as though there was no war outside; you had lived in your own bubble, accompanied by George and the Weasleys and you could not had been happier.

It all happened so fast.

May had arrived, and with it the radio was shouting the news about Harry Potter who had broken into Gringotts with two of his accomplices, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Mrs Weasley had been so nervous she broke two plates during cooking; Mr Weasley had been carefully listening to the radio the whole day, waiting for any information that would reassure him that his son was all right.

Then the news came. New weather report: Lightning has struck.

It was almost as if you had been waiting for this for years now, and it was finally happening. All the Weasleys got ready, apparated to Aberforth’s place, met up with Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley and the rest of the Order. After you made your way through the tunnel and reached the Room, there was no turning back.

It all happened so fast.

And now you were marching down the stairs towards the Great Hall, and your heart was aching by the sight of the familiar corridors and hallways. You remembered those times, those lovely, peaceful times when you had been a student and you had had nothing to worry about but your exams. Those beautiful afternoons by the lake, those calm nights in the common room. And then here you were, wand in hand, ready to fight for your friends, for your loved ones, but most importantly for yourself. Because you knew that this was it.

Yes, it happened so fast.

But you had been waiting for a long time.

“Are you okay?” asked George hastily as you made your last turn down the staircase, following Kingsley.

“I’m ready,” you said and you knew he understood.

You reached the Entrance Hall and Kingsley turned to you. His low voice resonated through the room.

“I put all my faith in the best thing. You.”

Then he pushed open the huge wooden doors.

You followed him inside, taking in the scene, Harry shouting in the middle, Snape staring at him from across the hall. All around them the whole school was watching.

“How dare you stand where he stood? Tell them how it happened that night! Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you, and killed him! Tell them!”

Snape drew his wand, but McGonagall immediately stepped in, pushing Harry aside. You felt a hand on your arm, pulling you further away from the duelling pair. Then McGonagall won; Snape gave up and flee through the window.

“Coward!” her voice was muffled by the loud cheers of students. “Coward!”

Then a sharp pain, worse than you had ever had struck through your head and you stumbled.

“Y/N!” Fred got ahold of you, helping you stay standing. “Are you…”

Someone screamed but it felt like it was coming from inside your head. You couldn’t bare it, you wanted it to stop, you couldn’t breathe… Then an ice-cold voice spoke, a voice that you had never heard before but it made you feel more afraid, more desperate than anything in this world.

“I know that many of you will want to fight… Some of you may even think that to fight is wise… But this is folly… Give me Harry Potter… Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have one hour.”

Your hand was shaking as you brushed your hair out of your face. What were you doing? What were you doing?! Your eyes met with George’s and suddenly you were not ready… Suddenly you didn’t want this… You wanted to go back to safety, back to Muriel’s and stay there for the rest of your life.

“What are you waiting for?” Pansy Parkinson’s voice dragged you back to reality. She was pointing at Harry. “Someone grab him!”

Somehow anger took over your fear and your mouth dropped, outraged. You were not the only one; within seconds thirty or so people joined Harry, shielding him from Slytherins.

“Students out of bed!” Filch’s voice made you jump. “Students out of bed!”

“They are supposed to be out of bed you blithering idiot!” snarled McGonagall. “And Mr Filch, I would like you, please, to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the hall. The dungeons would do.”

Cheers erupted as Filch started to lead the students. Kingsley hurried towards, giving out orders and requesting people to take positions.

“… need somebody to organise defence of the entrances of the passageways into the school.”

“Sounds like a job for us,” said Fred at once and you agreed. Kingsley approved and waved you away.

“Good. Hurry up, you heard him. We don’t have much time till midnight.”

You turned away, heading for the marble staircase in the Entrance Hall. Around you people were running up and down, pushing each other, calling for lost friends and siblings.

“I’ll take the tunnel that leads to Honeydukes,” called Fred, shouting over the huddling students.

“All right,” said George, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “Take a few people with you. I”ll take the one on the sixth floor, you know behind that ugly statue that looks like…”

“Snape, yeah, by the size of his nose,” grinned Fred. George chuckled, then his face darkened and he turned to you in realization.

“Stay with me.”

Your eyes fell on his missing ear, and you remembered how you felt that night, thinking the unthinkable, fearing the impossible… Yes, you wanted to follow him, you wanted to go where he was going, you wanted to make sure that he was all right, because… because you were scared, more scared than ever before, and you couldn’t bare even the thought of loosing him…

“No,” you said finally, going against your heart’s desire. “No, I’ll go up to the fifth. I always used that one when I wanted to get down to Hogsmeade.”

“No, Y/N,” George started. You cut him off, hoping that your voice was more stern than how you actually felt.

“We need to cover a lot of ground,” you said. “They might be coming from all over the place, we can’t risk it…”

“She’s right,” said Fred, answering George’s ask for help. He looked into his brother’s eyes, his voice confident. “Come on… She’s gonna be okay.”

“I’m gonna be okay,” you said, too. George seemed to be in anguish. He looked like he was fighting for air, looking at you and Fred in turns. Then he seemed to make a decision against his better judgement.

“Fuck! Come here,” he pulled you to him, kissing you with everything he had, not letting you go for at least a minute. When he did, he nodded. “Okay. Go then.”

“Okay,” you said, too. “Okay. George, I love —”

“No!” he said sharply. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

You cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. You knew he was scared to say goodbyes but you wanted to do it anyway… just in case.

“I love you,” you spoke loud and clearly. Then you let him go and turned to Fred. “And I love you, too.”

He opened his arms and hugged you, and you hugged him, too, until both of you felt that you couldn’t stretch out the moment any longer, because your time was up and all three of you needed to be somewhere else, someplace where the others could not follow.

“See you later, okay?” Fred said, giving you one last kiss on your cheek. “Now get out of here.”

You nodded, then looked behind you, where a bunch of people stood, waiting.

“Anyone who’s here to defend the entrances, choose groups!” you shouted. “I need two people.”

The Patil twins were the first ones to step forward. You indicated towards the stairs.

“All right. Let’s go!”

You left the others behind, running, with Parvati and Padma following you, your heart beating in your throat. You tried not to think about George, not to think about Fred, because right now you needed to focus, you needed to get ready to fight. You made your way through a couple of first year boys and looked at your watch. It was ten minutes until midnight.

The further you got from the Entrance Hall, the fewer people you met. Everyone was clearly spreading out in the castle, making sure that every corner was well defended. After you left the fourth floor, there was no one besides the three of you, and you could only hear muffled buzzing from the other parts of the building. You ran up on the last staircase leading to the fifth floor, and then you saw it, the old carpet under which lay the loose floorboard that led out of the castle. You stopped, wand in your hand.

“This is it,” you said, turning to the other two. Padma stepped to the window, her face nervous.

“I can see them,” she said. “Over the hill, I…”

“Let’s just cast some spells over the entrance,” you said quickly, deciding that you didn’t want to see the army outside. “Come, help me.”

You pulled aside the carpet, revealing the wooden planks amongst the stone tiles. You glanced at your watch every second, more anxious by the minute. You placed detective spells over the tunnel that would tell you immediately if someone was coming. Parvati and Padma got several tables from a nearby classroom and built a mediocre barricade from them. You stood behind it, your ears sharp, your hands shaking, your eyes fixed on the entrance in nervous anticipation.

Then there was a loud bang and lights like a thousand firework hit the shield over the castle. You didn’t need to look at your watch anymore. It was midnight.

It went on for several minutes, and with each blow you thought that that was it, the defence crumbled, you were going to get hit and killed… but the castle was holding on, and the whole school seemed to fall into silence, waiting.

“Maybe we’re holding on,” whispered Parvati. “Maybe —”

But then a blow, louder and stronger than any of the previous ones made the whole castle shake, and you stumbled, grabbing the leg of a table, and the floor was shaking, and the walls were trembling and you heard people screaming from all around the castle, and you saw the last pieces of the protective dome over Hogwarts falling onto the ground. Black stripes of smoke were heading in your direction. You raised your wand, people’s distant screams still echoing in your ear, and you feared that you were going to faint and suddenly your mind was empty and you couldn’t remember a single spell to use…

“Impedimenta!” screamed Padma and the first Death Eater fell backwards and out of the window. But there was more, three, seven, fifteen were coming…

A green light hit your barricade of tables and all three of you fell onto the floor, your hands over your head, someone screaming. You heard footsteps coming, and suddenly you were awake, adrenaline pumping through you and you jumped to your feet and stunned an approaching hooded man. Parvati appeared next to you, sending a Body-Bind Curse towards another man. She missed, but the Death Eater was forced to find cover from Padma’s curse. You heard yells and a painful moan, and you used the opportunity to peak from behind the remains of your shelter.

You saw Death Eaters running down the stairs on the other side of the hallway, but there was four that remained there to fight. One of them was dragging his stunned mate on the floor, so you stunned him as well.

“Let’s make the little rats come out of the hole!” you heard one of the man roar and then you were flying backwards, hitting the ground hard and you heard a crack but did not feel pain, for there was no time to feel pain. You stood up, seeing the approaching Death Eater and screamed ‘Stupefy!’ but he blocked it, his face stuck in an evil smile. You could not see either Parvati or Padma but from the corner of your eyes you saw lights in all different colors hitting each other and you heard shouts and cries from all over the place.

“Stupefy!” you screamed again, but missed. “Impedimenta!”

You hit a column and it crumbled, burying the man under itself. Dust and smoke reached your throat, choking you on the spot, and you fell onto your knees, desperately trying to breathe. You looked up, your stomach sick and you saw fire, fire you had no idea where it came from, eating up the hallway, burning the carpit and the paintings on the wall.

“Aguamenti!”

Water burst out of your wand and somehow you managed to stand up, fresh air releasing the knot in your lungs and you looked aside and saw that half of the hallway was blown open, its walls ruined, a huge opening providing a view to the grounds outside. And you saw in the distance people running, screaming, red, purple, orange, green lights flickering; you looked around and you didn’t see either Padma or Parvati but you saw a bunch of new faces and you realized that the fight had reached you. You glanced towards the secret passageway and it was torn open, several hooded figures were climbing out of it, and you ran, as fast as you had never run before.

“Impedimenta!” you shouted and you hit a crouching woman into the face. The man following her growled and sent a green light at you that missed your head by inches.

“Come on, you little prat, dance for me!” he screeched, casting a spell that you jumped away from. “You don’t like that, do you? Crucio!”

Air got stuck in your lungs and you felt pain that could not be compared to anything you had ever experienced… and you screamed in agony, and you wished it was over, you wished everything was over and you wriggled on the floor, desperate for death, hoping that it would come because you were sure even death was better than this pain.

“NO!” you heard a cry and the pain stopped but you couldn’t move. “Are you okay?”

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looking up you saw Cho, her hair messed up, her face black from the dust. You nodded, your legs shaking as you stood up, and your hand flew over your ribs in pain, remembering that some of your bones might had been broken. Around you the scene had changed within those few minutes you spent fighting; you could barely make difference between friends and enemies in the chaos.

“Come!” said Cho, pulling you away from the entrance of the passageway, then turning around and shouting, “Reducto!”

The floor beneath you shook and you saw the passageway falling in, blown up, sealing the entrance so that no living thing could come through it again. You stood, panting, holding onto that thin stick in your hand, and you were not thinking anymore, you were only acting, and you made a run for it, squeaking with every breath you took, but fighting, sending curses at every hooded figure you saw, loosing track of time, but holding on, because there was no other way to end this than to fight.

A high pitched whisper echoed in the castle, and you grabbed your head again, wincing at the sound that felt like it was coming from inside your skull.

“You have fought valiantly but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, now I speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

The voice stopped and you looked around; you stood facing Death Eaters by the dozen. They stood staring, some of them bleeding, some of them grimacing wickedly. Then, almost as if they were one entity, they burst into black stripes of smoke again, fleeing the castle.

The silence was deafening. After the explosions and screams everything seemed sinister, and now, that the adrenaline was leaving your body could you really focus on your fears again. You wondered…

“Help! Someone… Help me!”

You turned your head and saw a Ravenclaw boy lifting a body from the ground. You stumbled to him, stepping over fallen pieces of stones and rocks, and looked at the body, scared to recognise anyone familiar.

“Help!” pleaded the boy again, tears cleaning the dust off his face. “Please.”

You grabbed the leg of the girl he was holding and together you lifted her up. You felt numb. You didn’t want to think about the fact that the person in your hands was not a person anymore.

“We take everyone in the Great Hall,” you heard someone speak. “This way, come on.”

It seemed like hours had passed by the time the Entrance Hall finally came into sight. On your way down more and more people joined you, some carrying bodies, some limping, some holding a wound that was still bleeding. You kept looking around, forcing yourself not to cry, not to panic just yet. There were still a lot of people coming.

You reached the Great Hall and layed the body of the girl next to the wall, beside many many more. Your throat closed by the sight of the many lying on the floor, not moving, still. You took sudden gulps of air. You were panicking now.

You walked on, desperately looking, but there were so many people that you couldn’t see a thing. But then you saw a family, a family with ginger hair huddled together and you started walking as fast as your broken ribs let you.

“George!” you screeched. “George!”

He raised his head in anguish, but as he saw you he left everyone behind and ran, literally crashing against your body, sobbing, and you soothed his hair and whispered:

“It’s okay… I’m —”

You fell silent, seeing the pair of legs on the floor. You stood there, your mind not able to process what you were seeing. You let go of George, getting closer, and now you recognised the sneakers on those feet.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No.

Ginny stepped aside and your eyes fell on Fred, his face still and pale. Your mouth fell open, wether to moan or to scream you didn’t know. You felt a hand on your shoulder, had no idea who it was. You were staring at the lifeless body, and you stumbled over and fell onto your knees next to him, your sight blurry. Someone screamed, or maybe it was you, then you reached for his hand and it was cold, and a cry of agony escaped your lips as you started sobbing, shaking your head in denial, unable to speak. Pain was shattering your insides, it was torturing your soul and you wanted it to end, and you didn’t want to look at him anymore but you were still unable to turn your head away.

George came into view on the other side of him, and you had never seen his face so ugly, so deformed, in so much pain. His eyes met yours and you saw your own pain in them, the pain that was eating both of you up like a desease… you held out your other hand to him, and he grasped it desperately, and now you were holding one warm and one ice-cold hand…

You wanted to believe that it was not true. You were barely able to see from your tears. His eyes were closed, his lips curled even in his sleep, almost as if they resembled the great jokester he was. You let go of his hand but only to touch his cheek, gently, lovingly, then you leaned closer, saying your goodbyes with one last trembling kiss.

His cold skin burned your lips and you were not in control of yourself anymore. Still grasping George’s hand, you lay your head onto Fred’s chest, and you realized with great torment that his heart was not beating. You stayed there, listening to the silence, closing your eyes and crying, for God knows how long.

Hours had passed as you lay there, drowning in grief. Around you people were sobbing with loud chuckles, but you felt so far away from them; you were up in the Gryffindor common room, laughing about who knows what with the twins, so much younger, so much more innocent, and you didn’t open your eyes because laughing was reality, and blood and death wasn’t, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be, because that would mean that Fred was gone.

Your eyes hurt from the salt, and you started blinking heavily. Your ribs ached with every breath, and you were sure that Madam Pomfrey could heal you within a minute; but if it meant leaving Fred behind for even a second, then you did not want to be cured. Through the windows you saw the night slowly fading away, and not long after that you heard the crowd around you buzzing.

“It’s him, he’s coming!”

“They’re back, they’re here!”

“Who is he holding?”

“Who is that?”

You raised your head, alarmed, but not quite understanding what was happening. People seemed to look out the windows, their faces in shock and fear.

“What’s happening?” asked Ginny, her voice crooked. You saw Ron and Hermione look at each other.

“It’s him, he’s here!”

With enormous effort you stood up, your nervousness stronger than your grief. Grabbing your wand you joined the crowd swarming outside the Great Hall, stopping between the ruins of the courtyard. Approaching, you saw him, for the first time in your life, You-Know-Who himself.

He was accompanied by his many Death Eaters, his snake, and Hagrid, who seemed to be…

“Who is that Hagrid’s carrying?” asked Ginny. “Neville, who is it?”

Then you heard the screeching sound.

“Harry Potter is dead!”

“No!” screamed Ginny. “NO!”

“Silence! Stupid girl!” he laughed, his servants joining in. “Harry Potter is dead!”

You felt every last drop of hope leaving your body. While You-Know-Who… Voldemort was speaking, you were zoning out, staring at the body in Hagrid’s hand. It didn’t matter anymore. You were a muggleborn. Your faith was sealed. Maybe death would stop this miserable pain…

Then Neville started limping forwards, an ugly old hat in his hand.

“It doesn’t matter Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down, Neville.”

“People die every day! Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us, in here. So’s Fred… Remus… Tonks. All of them. They didn’t die in vain. But you will! Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! This is not over!”

He pulled a long sword out of the hat, his face angry and determined, but your eyes fell on Harry, who jerked himself from Hagrid’s arms, stood up, very much alive and shot a blaze of fire at the snake.

It was as though the whole school came alive, and suddenly you were running, shooting spells at every hooded figure who approached you and you were in the Great Hall again, fighting like never before, with a new kind of aspiration in your heart. You remembered something from the past, McGonagall claiming that there won’t be duelling in the Great Hall while she was a teacher here… Oh, how times had changed, you thought, as you were duelling very much so.

And then he came across you, the man you loathed and feared. He growled, his pointy teeth showing in his bloodstained mouth. Fenrir Greyback licked his lips, and you saw hunger in his eyes.

“Stupefy!” you shouted and he blocked it; then it was his turn and you ducked from the green light. “Impedimenta!”

He blocked the curse again, though stumbling under its force. You got on your feet, your ribs hurting immensely. He shot curses at you and you blocked them, one after the other, though you barely had time to fight back.

“This is it, precious,” he howled. “Oh, I remember you and your friends… what d’you think, they let me have the ginger one after we finish here?”

Fresh, hot rage ignited in you, and finally you reached a point from where there was no coming back.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Your curse hit the werewolf in the middle of his chest and he fell backwards, his face stuck in surprise, hitting the floor with a thud. You spared him one last disgusted look, then joined the others, just in time to hear Mrs Weasley yell:

“Not my daughter you bitch!”

George appeared next to you, pulling you away from his mother. Bellatrix laughed but not for long; she was blown into pieces, ceased to exist.

Voldemort was raging on the other side of the hall, seeing how his most loyal servant was finished. But then there was Harry and the fight stopped, for there was no one else but Voldemort left… and the sun was shining bright now, and you were watching the pair of them, talking about wands and lies, and you didn’t understand a thing, but it didn’t matter…

And then both of them cried out their curses… he fell onto the floor… and it was over.

Loud screaming and cheering broke out in the Great Hall and you were caught up in the hundreds embracing Harry, and you turned around, your eyes meeting George’s and he was dirty, puffy eyed, one-eared, and you jumped into his arms and kissed him, because it was over, you were free, and from now on you could love whoever you wanted, you could marry whoever you wished and you could continue your life where you had left off…

When the first wave of cheer ended, you pulled George aside, joining up with the Weasleys again. They welcomed you with hugs, laughter and cries, and eventually you settled down onto the benches, not far from where Fred lay. Your mood was switching from happiness to grief, and you were tired, so tired that you wished to sleep for days. You locked eyes with Ginny, her head resting on her mother’s shoulder, and you saw that Mrs Weasley was crying again.

“Do you know…” started Mr Weasley, looking as though he was not sure he wanted to ask the question. His voice was higher than usual. “Do you know who… who was it?”

“Rookwood,” said Ron, his lips trembling. Next to him Hermione was tearing up.

“But you got him, right Perce?” said Mr Weasley, his voice shaking. Percy nodded.

“I’ve never liked him,” he said. His voice cracked. “But now it was personal.”

“D’you mean…” you said hoarsly. “D’you mean Percy-nal?”

You heard George’s tired chuckle next to you and you turned to him. One second of his gaze was enough to see how much agony he was in… and his eyes were so like his brother’s, whose eyes, you knew, would never meet yours again.

And then the both of you started sobbing.

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Troubled pt.5

Pairing: Cedric x Fem! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.6 (Final)

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS…

Chapter Summary: 3 weeks have passed, you did get hate, but after a while it calmed down. Maybe because of the new “thing”, Cedric and Cho. They look good together and you tried your best to be happy for them. Not until the second task, Cho was important to him, you get it. As you headed back to the castle you were greeted by Dobby and took you to the residence of the Black family. You found out what your parents really did, and when you were on your way back to the castle after the talk you had with Remus and the others, Cedric suddenly appeared in front of you at Hogsmeade, and is that worry in his eyes?

Note: there is no specific house:))) i can make requests if y’all have one.

Warnings: Angst, torturing, mentions of death. And itty little fluff.

Word count: 3.9k

Sometimes, it would really hurt after you made the right choice, but you would always wonder, was it really the right choice if it cuts this much.

“Y/N?” George snapped his fingers that directed your attention to him. He was smiling sadly to you, “Fred and I brought you Cauldron Cakes.” he sat beside you and handed you a bag, it wasn’t just Cauldron Cakes, there were also Chocolate Frogs, Liquorice Wands, and Acid Pops.

“You didn’t have to bother George, I’m fine really. It’s been what? 2 or 3 weeks already, I’m doing great” you smiled widely at him, the corners of your eyes wrinkled as you tried your best. “Yeah alright” his face relaxed and shifted his view on what you were looking at earlier.

You were at the courtyard, sitting on a bench, you wanted to breathe fresh air after cramming. It felt good, just feeling the February breeze blowing your hair, giving you kisses, it was freedom being blown by the wind. You didn’t mind the chatter of the other students who were hanging out in the courtyard, their laughter wasn’t annoying at all, it felt natural, their smiles weren’t forced-but you know each one of them has or is still fighting a battle.

“You like it here now?” Fred arrived and sat at your other side, now you’re in the middle of the twins, “sort of” you scrunch your nose and titled your head, there was comfort seeing these people. It might sound weird because some of them hated you, although they must have forgotten about it already, you still received howlers and glares before. But after almost a month, they all seem to move on, you wished it was just that easy.

“Is something itchy Y/N?” George asked you as you were unconsciously scratching your left forearm, he was about to reach for it but you instantly avoided it but not in a suspicious way, thankful for the snitch that suddenly went in your direction.

You caught the snitch that’s why it was not suspicious, you would’ve kissed the person that owned that snitch but your mood changed in a snap as you saw who were walking towards you.

It was Cho, with Cedric.

“Oh hey, may I?” Cho pointed to your hand where the snitch is, your lips curved into a smile as you stood up and handed the snitch to Cho, you glanced at Cedric for a second and was greeted by his blank stare. You purse your lips as they start to walk away.

“They’ve been spending more time together” Fred muttered after one whole minute of silence after you sat down again. You saw in your peripheral vision that George was mouthing him to not say anything. You half smiled and pulled your head back and watched the sky, the clouds moving as they took unrecognizable shapes, the birds flying, and even a few of the students who were riding their brooms.

“It’s fine George, and yes, I know. Who wouldn’t notice. Not me” You inhaled the fresh air, images flashing before your eyes.

You walked back to your dorm and closed the door. Your roommates weren’t there yet. You took this opportunity to grab your trunk and open it. Hidden at the very bottom of it was a letter. At first look you would think that this was just an ordinary letter, but seeing that there was a hair purposely attached to the envelope, you know who it was from.

Dear Y/N,

Your brother is fine, I heard from a fly that there’s something that is going on in your life. End that now. Death Eaters don't do attachment unless it is attachment by blood. I have high expectations for you, my lovely subject. You don’t want to disappoint me right? My coming back is almost near and if you ruin that, then prepare to say farewell to your ickle brother.

You trembled as you read it. This letter came just before that picture of Cedric. You didn’t have the guts to read it before, until now. You had to make sacrifices, Cedric can find another girl, and it seems like he already did.

“Ced?” you called his name while you lay at his chest, “Yes, dove?” he sounded sleepy, his arms wrapping you. “If we broke up, would you find another girl?” you looked at him, he was just staring at the ceiling, his long lashes peeking at you, you pouted as you thought how unfair it was, why do men always have the long lashes.

“How about you?” he was now looking at your eyes, his stares were direct to your soul, in his eyes you can’t hide any secrets, it would all be naked.

“I don’t know” you shrugged, broke the eye contact, and reached for his hand and intertwined it with yours.

His chest was going up and down, you felt his warmth wrapping you “My answer would be,” he guided your face to look at him again, “no” he smiled sweetly, “I date to marry Y/N, and I don’t think I would love anyone like how I love you” he planted a kiss on your forehead.

Liar.

Another day and it was the day of the second task, you weren’t so sure as to why Harry was so off.

“Harry, you alright?” You walked up to him as you headed to the Black Lake, worry and anxiety was all over his face. He looked at you and you saw how he swallowed so excessively for many times, showing that he is not okay, “Have you seen Hermione and Ron?” Harry asked, his eyes can’t focus in one direction. You stopped and grabbed his shoulders.

“No. I haven’t seen them, but Harry, you need to focus.” you stared at his eyes, your brows furrowed. “You’ll do great, and I know Hermione and Ron are fine, they wouldn’t miss their bestfriend fight for 1000 galleons” you chuckled as the tense in his face slowly disappeared. “Come on” you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and headed to the shore.

“So what’s in the egg?” you asked him, he was still looking around and you understood him. Even if it was you who was in his shoes you would be anxious, this tournament can bring you death or glory. And your best friends, your supports, weren’t there, it must feel twice as heavy.

“‘come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching ponder this;

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour, the prospect's black,

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.’.

That’s what it said-or more like sang” Harry looked at your confused face. “So they took something important or close to you?” your eyes squinted at the view of the twins who were still doing their gambling booth.

“I think so” he yawned, he must have gotten little sleep.

“Step up mates, don’t be shy!” you heard George and Fred calling the students, “Merlin, what’s the point of this?” you let go of Harry and he went to his classmates, while you headed to the twins.

“Oi! What’s the score?” you asked that made their heads turn to you in shock, their faces brightened up and told you the score.

“Shut up. Fleur’s great” you rolled your eyes and stood beside them. “Yeah we know” they both said and fixed their gaze on Fleur, Fred immediately removed it and continued to take the bets while George was busy staring at somewhere, it wasn’t Fleur, but perhaps her friend.

“You two doing fine?” you nudged George that made him slightly jump, he shook his head and smiled “got into an argument. Got any advice, lover girl?” he teased you, you laughed and pulled his ear, “If you continue this I swear to the founders of Hogwarts I am going to cut your ear off” you said while he chuckles and still saying ouch.

Someone cleared their throat that made you three stop, “Ah! Pretty boy, what is it that you need?” Fred asked while secretly pokes you. “I’m going to place a bet” he still has that cold stare whenever you’re around, completely different from that warm look he always had.

“To who?” George asked, raising his eyebrows, “To myself” he handed a sickle, after that he just turned his back to the three of you, it was complete silence, it was never expected.

“A confident lad we got there mate” George chuckled and handed the sickle to Fred who also laughed, you just plastered a smile on your face still observing Cedric’s back, he’s also tensed, you know him, but he’s just hiding that with his stupid smile. You never wished Cho to be here so much, where in the bloody Earth is that girl?

Your question was answered when you saw Cedric coming up from the water, Cho wrapped in his arm as they tried to inhale oxygen, your heart shattered at their sight.

So she’s the valuable one, the one he’ll sorely miss.

You smiled bitterly as the cheers grew louder. The two talked. Well if he’s with Cho, he won’t be risked to any danger.

“I hate you.” you whispered and made your way back to the castle, there were no tears that streamed down to your face and you hated it too. Your heart felt heavy, it was so hard to breathe that you had to stop just to compose yourself. Your hands resting on your knees you were alerted when you heard the leaves crunching. Immediately getting your wand and looked up, only to be greeted by Dobby.

“Dobby?” you slowly put down your hand and looked at the elf in front of you. “Hello Y/N Y/L/N. Dobby is here asked by Remus Lupin, Dobby can’t take you anywhere without your consent, will you come with me?” he was looking up at you, you treated Dobby like any other living thing, you never treated him as a slave, that’s why you’re part of S.P.E.W.

You observed his face and later on accepted his hand, you would rather go wherever Dobby would take you, other than this place.

“Sirius?” You were greeted by Sirius black when you and Dobby arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t familiar with this place but you know this was the residence of the Black family.

“How are you dear?” he hugged you, Sirius was sort of close with your family, well the Blacks to be specific. But you know your parents didn’t like most of them, they had a disagreement with most of the purebloods who sided with the Dark Lord.

“Let me go!” you shouted as the Carrow siblings held you and your parents. “Shh. You might wake your little brother, Y/N” Amycus peered at you and smiled devilishly. “Please. Don’t hurt my children” your father begged, your mother was now in tears as she looked at you, your lips were bleeding after Alecto slapped you. Thinking that would shut your mouth.

“Please” Your mother now looking at you apologetically, you just got home after getting a letter that your mother was ill, you got permission from school and this is what greeted you.

“Let her go. I beg you” your mother looking at Amycus, her eyes pleading, the color drained out her face. “Alright, we’ll let your children go. But after the story telling” he smirked and looked at you.

“You know, your father and mother, they were born in very influential and powerful families, pure blooded people. Until later on they were recruited to be on the Dark Lord’s side of course, they agreed but on one condition, no dark mark.” He looked at the forearms of your parents, true enough, there were none.

“The Dark Lord believed they were loyal subjects,” Alecto brushed the tip of her wand to your jaw, her nostrils flared at the sight of you. “But after a while, it seemed like the enemies always knew what was up on our sleeves. We tried to contact them again, but they were-poof! Gone” she laughed like a mad woman and it immediately changed to her teeths grinding. She threw a spell at random spots of your house that made loud noises, glass shattering, portraits falling, and many more.

Your shouts being overwhelmed by the chaotic noise. After a while, the noise stopped, “Don’t worry about little Theodore, he’s sleeping soundly. No, we didn’t kill the poor child, we're not murderers” Amycus giggled. You felt your stomach turned upside down, you were disgusted by them.

“Crucio!” Amycus pointed his wand to your parents, you screamed and screamed as you watched them wince in pain, their veins pulsing in their necks, trying their best to breathe.

“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” You cried, your face went pale as you saw their faces. Your parents are in pain and you cannot do anything. “Please” you whispered, head facing the floor, you felt the energy drain from you.

“Get your brother Y/N” your mother mouthed to you, the siblings not paying attention to them. She was still in pain, your eyes were blurry from the tears but you still nodded. You secretly reached for a big chunk of shattered glass and swiftly cut the rope that was tied to your wrist.

It was as fast as lightning that you got into Theodore’s room. You locked the door, it was nice that every room in this house was chanted with an anti-apparition charm except for the living room. You picked up the sleeping boy and headed to his wardrobe. You heard banging on the door but you chose to not be distracted by it.

The second wooden wardrobe looked normal on the outside, but it was not, it was an emergency door, while carrying your brother in your arms you also grabbed the emergency bag. Your parents always had an emergency plan and you never thought you would need it.

Stepping inside the wardrobe, you wanted to go back, but you can’t use magic, you don’t even know enough spells to defend your family from skilled killers.

You wiped your tears and continued. The sunlight immediately hit your face as soon as you stepped in the back of your house. With all the hesitation you have, you run, not minding the bag that has a dangling keychain where it says “With you, always and forever”.

You hated the idea that they might have expected this, that this is what they are meant to be, that this was meant to happen. Because as you run away from your comfort, from your home, you hear the words that made tears race down your face, words that made your throat dry, words that made you hug your brother tighter. The words,

Avada Kedavra.

“What?” you stood up from your seat as soon as Remus, Sirius, and Emmeline Vance revealed to you that your parents were double agents, they were with the Dark Lord for information and were really loyal to the Order of the Phoenix.

“When we heard what happened to them it was too late. Y/N I’m sorry” Emmeline went up to you and embraced you, she taps your back as you cried on her shoulder. You knew your parents weren’t bad people, you just needed confirmation, somehow a needle was removed from your chest, somehow you felt relieved, knowing that they fought for the many, for the good. It was a cry of relief but at the same time there was pain in there, you finally cried after weeks, it felt satisfying.

“I’m sorry” you worded out while you fidgeted your fingers, again, you four were sitting at the table. You know, you have to tell them. Tell them that you were forced to get the dark mark, that you didn’t have any choice, tell them that they have your brother. Tell them.

“Something is bothering you. Tell us” Remus said, your eyes darted on the glass that was on the table, you were uneasy, your hand was sweating and the voices in your head were starting again. Tell them. Don’t tell them. They would help you. They will hate you. It was so noisy, so loud, so crowded, you can’t control it. You were so in your head that you didn’t realize you broke the glass just by staring at it. They all flinched.

“I- I should go” you got up and was about to head to the door, but Sirius was fast enough to block the door while Emmeline held your wrist, “You can tell us Y/N, no one can hurt you here” she smiled to you, you sighed and slowly pulled the hem of your sleeve.

And there they saw it, fear crossed their faces first but after a second, sadness took over. “No” Sirius started shaking his head, trying to deny what he just saw, “When did you get that?” Remus asked, his eyes fixed on your forearm. “Summer” you answered. You heard Emmeline sniffed and Sirius turned his back on you, his shoulders shaking.

“Are you all crying right now?” you felt relieved that they didn’t hate you, or pushed you away. “Yes” they three answered, covering their faces with their hands. You wanted to chuckle, seeing grown ups cry, it was definitely not something you anticipated.

"You were just a child" Remus whispered but loud enough to fill the room, and there you realized, yeah, you were.

“They have my brother” you confessed as soon as they calmed down. “They blackmailed you?” Sirius asked while he wiped his nose with a tissue, you nodded as an answer. “Typical” his expression was dulled.

“You have to work with us Y/N. Let us help you” Sirius said and they all looked at you, waiting for your answer. “We will save you and your brother” they smiled at you, their smile had hope. That’s why you gave them the answer you knew was right. “Yes. I will work with you” your eyes gleamed, suddenly, you weren’t alone. It felt good.

Then, you told them all the information you got. Every.single.detail.

“Thank you sir Dobby” you flashed your teeth to the elf beside you as you two arrived at Hogsmeade. “Sir? Dobby likes that very much” the corners of Dobby’s mouth turned up. You giggled seeing his happy smile.

“You better go now Dobby, freedom awaits you” and so he did, he disappeared before your eyes after taking a look at your S.P.E.W. badge.

You walked now to Hogwarts, it was not that far and you could use a little time to think before you were greeted again by the smiles and laughs of people at the castle. Probably congratulating Cedric for saving Cho.

Hogsmeade was not silent, there were still people but not that many during Hogsmeade weekend trips, you did want to buy something but it seems like you didn’t bring any money with you. You wished that you should’ve asked the twins for a few sickles, they obviously had some.

Your eyes explored every store you passed as you walked, it felt carefree just walking to Hogsmeade freely, no students around, no yellings and such, it was just a fine afternoon. You didn’t notice that you spent hours at the Grimmauld Place, it was a nice chat with them and sooner, few arrived, such as Kingsley Shacklebot, and the new auror Nymphadora Tonks, she was fun to be with, especially given that she’s a metamorphmagus, that would be extremely cool and helpful at the same time.

The sky seemed to be clear, you breathed in and shutted your eyes, the wind must have taken that as a cue to blow you, unconsciously, you smiled, freely, not forced, not fake, the smile that you didn’t even notice until a voice made you open your eyes.

“I miss seeing that smile”

In front of you was the man you love, the man you dreamt of everyday, the man you decided to save, the man that has grey captivating eyes, chiseled jaw, and a stupid smile that will melt you.

Before you could even register that he was in front of you, he pulled you into a hug, tighter than ever, you wanted to go away from him, you wanted him to let you go, but your body said otherwise, because you wrapped your arms around his waist. Feeling his warmth. Feeling Cedric.

“Please don’t disappear like that again. I was so worried. Don’t do that again love. I don’t want to lose you” he muttered during your embrace, that's when you registered what was happening.

“No, no, no” you pushed him and took a step back. Your eyes pierced him, you didn’t know what to feel. You were confused, and by the looks of it, he was too.

“Y/N- “ he was pacing, his brows knitted and he washed his face with his hands. It was always his move to show frustration.

“Fuck.” he said and stopped, he stared at you and started saying things that made your stomach filled with butterflies, it made you feel bittersweet too. You still didn’t know what to feel.

“Y/N, I know you didn’t cheat on me, I know that decision we made during the night of Christmas was pure rubbish, and I don’t have any relationship with Cho. She likes my friend, and I was just helping her, she was also helping me…" he bites his lower lip, "to get back to you. That’s why I was shocked when she was the one I had to save. We were both confused, we don’t like each other" he continued.

"I miss you Y/N, you know that I would choose you over and over again because you’re my home, you’re my comfort, and I didn’t know what to do when you suddenly disappeared from my life. I also know how you can disappear anytime because of You Know Who, but I don’t care. I love you and I want to be by your side even now, I don’t want to protect you because I know you don’t need that but you need someone by your side, supporting you, and I want to be that person, I should be that person Y/N. I don’t want to regret anymore” Cedric’s eyes were filled with tears as he talked. It broke your heart seeing him like this.

“Ced” you slowly walked to him and held his face with one hand, his eyes closed and squeezed your hand, “I’m sorry. I love you too but it was the only way, they would hurt you. And I can’t imagine myself being the reason for your pain” your eyes getting moisty.

“How about you, weren’t you already in pain?” his eyes just looking at you, you two didn’t care about the location you're in, because in this moment you and Cedric only mattered.

"I can manage" you smiled despite both of your tears flowing down, "Liar" he pulled you and buried your head on his chest. Your hearts beating in sync, you didn't know if this was the right thing to do. But if you choose to be happy, if you choose the choices your parents made, then maybe, you can die without any regrets, you can die happily, knowing that you lived your life.

"Let's not do that anymore hmm?" Cedric strokes your hair while you just stand there, feeling and smelling him. He was so addicting.

Your nod was the answer.

Maybe you can save your brother and yourself at the same time. Maybe there's still a future, a bright one, waiting for you. Not just sacrifices, heartbreak, and death. Don't get lost in the dark they say, but the dark was your friend, and it won't let you get lost.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagines #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory series #cedric diggory imagine #Harry Potter #harry potter boys #triwizard tournament #triwizard champions #series #troubled

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impala666 · 3 years

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The One With The Monkey Part Two: Lovers Quarrel

Joey and the reader have their first argument, sort of.

Friends rewrite (masterlist) Last Part (Part One)

“Come sit here, Marcel.” Ross said as he helped Rachel put hooks on ornaments. But as soon as Marcel got one of his little hands on Ross’s lap he just immediately jumped off and ran in the other direction toward the kitchen.

“Pheebs, I can’t believe he hasn’t kissed you yet.” Rachel mentioned after Phoebe told you guys about the multiple time the two of them had gone out, but was still waiting for David to kiss her. “I mean, God, by my sixth date with Paolo he’d already named both of my breasts.” She chuckled at the memory as she handed you the now hooked ornament so that you could hang the ornament on the tree. All of us stopped and just stared at her from the unwanted information that she let slip out.

“I agree with Rach, Pheebs. The first time Joey kissed me it was practically the morning after I moved in.” You yourself couldn’t help smile while looking back on the memory.

“It was that fast?” Chandler asked you, as he looked with astonishment on his face. He clearly was not happy at the fact that you, his sister, and his best friend had moved on to something that quickly.

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “I mean I know that it started fast, and we’re still kind of going fast. But what can I say, he’s the best I’ve ever had.” Chandler’s face turned even more stonish and unhappy while everyone else again stopped what they were doing to now look at you with the same upset faces that they had given Rachel. “Woah, did I just share too much?” You asked, noticing how uncomfortable they were by how this conversation was going.

“Just a smidge.” Ross shrugged sarcastically as he got up from his seat on the coffee table.

“David’s like, you know, a scientist guy. He’s very methodical.” Phoebe explained her guy the best that she could to the both of you, so that you understood what she was dealing with. Because everyone knew that both Paolo and Joey, especially, were the most sex crazy that any of you had ever met.

“I think it’s romantic.” Monica smiled over at Phoebe.

“Me too,” Phoebe gushed, taking a seat on the couch. “Did you ever see An Officer and A Gentlemen?” Phoebe asked which all of you nodded. “Well, he’s kind of like the guy I went to see that with, except he’s smarter and gentler and sweeter. I just, I just want to be with him all the time.” You smiled so much at how happy Phoebe was, it seemed that she really liked David and she really deserved that. “You know, day and night, and night and day, and special occasions.” Phoebe hinted at that she wanted to invite David to what was supposed the singles only New Years Eve party.

“Wait a minute, I see where this is going. You’re going to invite him to New Years, aren’t you? You’re going to break the pact. She’s going to break the pact!” Chandler caught on. But you thought that this New Years pact was ridiculous anyway because you and Joey were going to be there and obviously neither of you were single. But everyone seemed to be on Chandler’s side here.

“No, no, no,” she tried to reassure everyone, but she couldn’t hide it anymore. “Yeah, could I just?” Phoebe asked as she moved up to sit on her knees.

“Yeah, ‘cause I already asked Janice.” Chandler announced.

“Ha, I knew you would break.” You pointed at him, you knew it would be a matter of time until he decided to find a date.

“Come on. This was a pact. This was your pact.” Ross pointed out the obvious to Chandler.

“I snapped okay? I couldn’t handle the pressure and I snapped.” He tried to explain himself in the best way possible.

“But Janice? That was, like, the worst breakup in history.” Clearly none of you were going to let it go that Chandler, the one who made this very important pact, was in fact the one breaking it. What made it worse was that he was bringing someone that he despised.

“I’m not saying it was a good idea. I’m saying I snapped.” Which was clearly all he was going to say about it because he walked away with his hands on his hips.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” Joey announced running into the room with the sound of bells following him. But once he took off his coat, it was like you couldn’t stop staring. He was dressed head to toe in an elf costume, he even had the curled toed shoes to match it.

“Oh, my God.” You chuckled out of your mouth as you brought your hands to cover your mouth still too surprised and shocked to look anywhere else. But you weren’t alone in the laughing at his clothes part.

“Too many jokes.” Chandler looked like he was about explode from all of the comments that were coming to him at rapid fire. He put his fingers to his temples trying to stop his head from hurting. “Must mock Joey.” After Joey gestured to his outfit waiting for everyone to make fun of him, he couldn’t help but notice the look that changed on your face.

“ Nice shoes, huh?” He was landing a helping hand to Chandler as he wiggled the elf shoes.

“Ah! You’re killing me!” Chandler ran away not being able to take it anymore.

“What?” Joey asked when all you were doing was staring at him, and his smile grew because he could easily read your face. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“I don’t know why this is working for me.” You said and clearly everyone could hear you when they groaned in disgust. “But it is.” Joey smiled walking over to you, and you flicked one of the bells that was his costume while he leaned down to give you a very heated and much needed kiss. A few clangs from the kitchen made you both look over to see Marcel messing with Monica’s kitchen tools.

“Ross, he’s playing with my spatulas again!” Monica cried. “Do you always have to bring him here?” Monica asked him as he followed his angry sister into the kitchen so that he could defend his monkey.

“Look, I didn’t want to leave him alone, all right? We had our first fight this morning.” Ross tried to explain, but the situation just sounded weird. “I think it has to do with me working late. I said some things that I didn’t mean and he threw some feces.” Ross flinched from remembering it.

“You know, if you’re working late. I can look in on him for you.” Chandler offered him the helping hand.

“Oh, that’d be great! Okay, but if you do, make sure it seems like you’re there to see him, okay? And you’re not, like, doing it as a favor to me.” Why was Ross treating this like Marcel was a small child?

“Okay, but if he asks, I’m not going to lie.” Chandler mocked.

“So am I wearing the elf tonight?” Joey whispered into your ear. You knew him, if Chandler was going to be out during the night he would use that opportunity to get you alone, not like it really ever stopped him before though.

“Oh, you are definitely wearing the elf tonight.” You bit your bottom lip, but trying to be discreet so you didn’t gross anybody out.

***********

You had decided to call off of work because you had some shopping at the mall, and if you had to be honest you wanted to see Joey in his elf costume at work. So even though you felt a little weird waiting in a line with children that were eagerly waiting to see Santa, you just wanted to surprise your boyfriend. When the moms in front of you and behind you gave you weird looks, you just felt the need to explain yourself. “I’m just visiting my boyfriend, he’s an elf here, okay? Geez,” why did people always find it necessary to poke their noses into other peoples business? Finally the people in front of you were escorted to Santa, which would make it your turn to be escorted by your happy helper. “Can I escort your child to Santa?” Joey came up and asked, but he immediately smiled when he looked up and saw it was you.

“Oof, I hope not. Otherwise that would make this visit super awkward.” You smiled at him, taking a once over of his costume again. Joey smiled at your joke before leaning forward to peck your lips to which many kids behind you “ewed” at, but you didn’t care.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you had to work?” Joey and you moved out of the way so that another of Santa’s helpers could take the kids to Santa’s lap and keep the line going.

“I did, but I decided to call off. I had some last minute Christmas shopping I had to do, I toured a school that I really liked, but it was for an esthetician program which is still cool. Plus I needed to find a new outfit for Monica and Rachel’s New Years party.

“Oh yeah? Anything I’d like? I mean I had the elf costume for you, I think it's your turn,” Joey smiled.

“Hmm, I think that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” You joked back at him. “When do you get off?”

“About five minutes, wanna wait for me and we’ll go home together?” He asked.

“Sure, I’ll get some coffee and wait in the cafeteria for you. Get back to work you little helper!” You yelled to him as you walked towards a coffee stand.

You had been sitting at a table with a paper coffee cup and getting lost in your thoughts and you couldn’t help but think about your relationship with Joey. It was great and all and you loved him a lot, but there was just something that you couldn't shake off that Chandler said to you earlier. He mentioned how fast you and Joey seemed to be taking things and you couldn’t help but notice that he was kind of right. “Y/N/N?” Joey said your name for what felt to be the tenth time. After he had gotten off of work, Joey had gone back to get his coat and stuff and when he went to find you he caught you staring off into space with your thinking face on.

“Oh, hey. Sorry,” you smiled shyly up at him. “Are you ready to go?” You were about to get up from your seat, but Joey touched your shoulder so that you’d look him in the eye. You were worrying him and he just wanted to see if you’re okay.

“Are you okay?” Joey asked as he bent down to pick up your shopping bags which you smiled at him in thanks for.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled as you stood up and both of you made your way home.

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“Okay, you aren’t okay. You were quiet the whole way home, which is not you.” Joey announced suddenly as you both walked into your apartment to see Chandler sitting on one of the bar stools, eating a box of cereal and reading the back of the box.

“I told you I was just thinking.” Was all you said.

“What’s going on here? First lovers quarrel?” Chandler smirked trying to be funny.

“Noo.” You told him with a straight face. He held his hands up in surrender clearly not believing you.

“Then tell me what’s going on.” Joey said with a little bit of frustration in his voice.

“Okay, I’m just gonna take this.” Chandler said, smiling at the both of you as he grabbed his bowl of cereal and walked quickly to the door so he could escape the weird tension that was going on between the two of you and just decided to go across the hall.

“So?” Joey asked.

“I’m just scared that we’re moving too fast.” You crossed your arms over your chest, not really being one for confrontation. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”

“What makes you ask that?” Joey looked confused as well as scared that you were going to break up with him.

“Don’t worry I’m not breaking up with you, you can’t get rid of me that easy.” You smirked when he let out a sigh of relief. “It’s just that when Chandler found out about our first kiss, he seemed weirded out at how fast it started.”

“So you're worried about what he said?” Joey pointed his thumb in the direction your brother went.

“No, I just mean that I was fine with how fast we went because I love you and I wanted it too. But then I thought about it and we started dating literally the next day after moving here and moving in with you guys, and then I sleep in your room pretty much all the time now.”

“Why are you freaking out? You wanted to not sleep on the couch.” Joey pointed out, making it harder to get your point across.

“It’s just we’ve only been on a couple dates and it’s like we already live together. That’s not, like weird or freaky to you?” You looked up at him with scared puppy dog eyes, and Joey couldn’t help but smile a little when he realized what was going on. “What?” You asked when he smiled and just wrapped his arms around you and brought you into his chest for a bear hug.

“You two are so related. Who knew that these kinds of issues was a family thing.” He chuckled even harder when you looked up at him in the hug with a glare on your face. “I get that it’s a little fast, but yeah we do live together because you're living with your brother and we happened to start this whole thing and you just moved to the city a few months ago. So we’ll go a little slower, as slow as you need. I’ll even let you sleep on the couch.” He wrapped his arms tighter around you and kissed your temple. “But I swear, it’s all gonna be fine.”

“I love you,” you voiced while you were muffled by his shirt.

“I love you, too.” Joey smiled warmly as he just rubbed your back.

#friends #friends rewrite #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #bing!reader #sister!bing #monica geller #rachel green #phoebe buffay #chandler bing #ross geller

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weasleydream · 4 years

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The life and grief of Percy and Y/N Weasley - Part 4

Here we are for the fourth part! As you will see, things are slowly becoming darker and darker... But I love this part! In fact, I think it’s one of my favourite.

Also, let’s pretend Episkey only works with broken bones (because honestly I can’t remember if it’s the case)

I have forgotten for the previous chapters but the original idea is from @mostmediocreravenclaw <3

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

(gif not mine)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Their first job

When I was little, I used to think my Hogwarts years would be peaceful. I saw myself playing Quidditch, spending sleepless nights with Percy while talking about everything and nothing, being the perfect older sister for Ron and Ginny when their time at school with us would come. Well, all my seven years had proven me wrong. At the end of our sixth year, Ginny had disappeared and had been taken to the Chamber of Secrets. Percy had taken the responsibility to warn our parents, and it had probably been the most difficult thing in his life. Our very last year had been marked by Sirius Black’s breakout from Azkaban and the presence of Dementors around the castle.

I guess that explained why I was kind of relieved when Percy and I passed our NEWTs. We had both had excellent results, and the Ministry of Magic’s doors were wide open in front of us. Percy wanted to be Minister for Magic. It was his ambition since we were little: all his hard work at school, his implication into his prefect and Head Boy jobs, everything he had done until now, he had done it to fulfil his dream. I was confident: one day, our Minister would be called Percy Weasley.

There was a time when I would have the same ambitions as my twin, but eventually, I understood I wasn’t meant for a big career. I was too shy, too introvert, and I had troubles with standing the anxiety. Plus, if Hogwarts had learnt me one thing about myself, it was the fact that I loved taking care of magical creatures. It was something I shared with Charlie, one of my older brothers. My excellent results in Care for Magical Creatures, both for my OWLs and my NEWTs, had permitted me obtain a job in the Beast Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control for Magical Creatures.

I was placed into the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau. It was honestly the division I wanted the most to be in, and I was quite glad I had been accepted. However, my days weren’t really eventful. No one let me go in the field, and all I had to do was classify some reports. Sometimes, I found reports from Romania, where Charlie worked, but I had never seen one of his.

My free time consisted in few things: I spent as much time as possible with Percy, who was Barty Crouch’s assistant, but his free time was much more rare than mine and when he wasn’t here, I read some books and old reports I took from the Department archives. It was really interesting, and I didn’t learn only about dragons. One day, I had found informations about a service for werewolves support. When I had asked Dad about it, he had answered with a shrug. “It was useless, no one never manifested. It’s been dissolved a few years ago.”

I was currently sitting on my desk, a book about the different species of dragons in the hands, when someone knocked at the door. I looked up to see Percy. He seemed exhausted and was holding a report in his right hand and a paper bag in his left one.

“Mind if I eat with you?”

I glanced at my watch. 3:00 p.m.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked, concerned.

“No.” He sighed.

I gestured him to come and made some place on the desk. Percy practically fell on the chair and yawned longly. I took the report and read out loud its title, amused.

“Cauldron bottoms? Very interesting.”

He rolled his eyes and started to recite why it was so important, because the accidents could be serious, bla, bla, bla.

“Relax Perce, I was just joking. You’re worrying me, though. When was the last time you slept an entire night?”

He took a big bite in his sandwich, obviously not wanting to answer. This was one of my twin’s biggest flaws: he was too much invested in what he did and didn’t mind threatening his own health. I always had to remember him to take care of him, even if he didn’t really listen to me. However, I had to admit I had the same problem.

“It feels like we haven’t eaten together since forever.” I said. Percy nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry for that, Y/N. But, you know, Mr Crouch knows he can count on me and I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“You won’t, don’t worry. I trust you for that and I’m sure he does too.” I smiled softly at him. I was still sitting on the desk, and I just had to extend a hand to ruffle his curly hair.

Percy’s ears became red and he couldn’t help but grin. He always reacted like that when someone complimented him, and I particularly loved being the one making him blush. My way to show him I loved him. He looked at the picture of a dragon in front of him, probably looking for another subject of conversation. He seemed to eventually find one and asked me with a small smile:

“Do you know when Charlie will arrive at home?”

Charlie, along with Bill, would join us at the Burrow and everyone except Mum would go to the finale of the Quidditch World Cup. I was pretty sure Hermione and Harry would be here too.

“I reckon he’ll be here in a week or so.”

“Bet you’re gonna spend hours talking about dragons, am I right?”

“Probably.”

We kept talking about the World Cup, wondering who would be the great victor. It was a current conversation around the diner table since Dad had announced us we would go. When Percy glanced at his watch, half an hour later, he jumped off the chair and barely took the time to tell me he had to finish his report before storming out. These scenes were quite frequent with him, but it didn’t really bother me. I just wished I could spend more time with my twin.

Two weeks later, the Burrow was crowded. Bill and Charlie had arrived a week ago and Hermione and Harry the day before. Percy was right, as soon as he had arrived, Charlie and I had started a passionate conversation about dragons and it had lasted for hours. I had also spent a lot of time with Bill, listening his thrilling adventures in Egypt. It was good to see the family reunited like this, but no one could be happier than Mum.

Mum was a very strong woman. I had always wanted to be like her. When it came to her family, she could be a true lioness, but she also always became so emotional. When Charlie had arrived - he was the first one - and had taken her in his arms, she had cried like a baby.

Her happiness didn’t prevent her from getting angry at Fred and George, though. The first time, she had scolded them because they had given a Ton-Tongue Toffee to Harry’s cousin. This time, she woke me by yelling something about their OWLs and their inventions. I groaned and glanced at the window. Merlin, the sun wasn’t even visible, and Bill, Charlie, Percy and I still had a few hours before apparating in the campsite with Dad and the others. Understanding there would be no use to try and sleep again, I left the room, careful to be quiet, and joined Mum in the kitchen.

“Already up, dear?” Her cheeks were still red from anger.

I just groaned in answer and started to eat some bacon. Then I helped her with a few chores which maintained me busy until our hour of departure. We said goodbye to Mum and apparated at the entrance of the campsite. We asked for our emplacement and joined Dad. Eggs and sausages were boiling on the fire. We were eating when Ludo Bagman arrived, warned by Dad’s signs.He proposed us to bet on the match, and Fred and George took the opportunity to show one of their inventions, betting all their savings in the same time. Dad wasn’t pleased, along with Percy who thought it was inappropriate to show the false wand to a member of the Ministry, even if it was Bagman.

When Barty Crouch arrived, Percy immediately jumped on his feet and proposed him some tea, only to be called Weatherby once more. Fred and George obviously found it hilarious and I glared at them, hoping they would catch the message and stop. It was something really vexing for Percy, and he didn’t take it well at all. Of course, they ignored me and kept teasing him until the moment when we finally reached our seats in the stadium.

I didn’t think the match would be so short, but it barely lasted an hour. We were all heading to our tents, talking animatedly about Krum’s performance. We sat around the little table, mugs with hot chocolate in the hands. I was debating with Harry about one of the penalties when Ginny fell asleep and Dad told us to go into the tents. My little sister snored loudly as soon as her head touched her pillow, but I was still too excited to close my eyes. It was the same for Hermione, and we both sat in my bed.

Hermione was younger than me, yet I had always appreciated her, since her first year at Hogwarts. We were quite similar at the time, but she had grown and we were now a bit different. I still considered her like a good friend, though.

“So, how’s your work at the Ministry?” She kept her voice quiet to not disturb Ginny.

“In fact, it’s boring. No one let me see dragons, my days are spent reading reports.”

“Oh, sorry… And Percy? He seems really implicated.” She remarked, amused.

“He’s way too much. “ I muttered. “He doesn’t really sleep and is always stressed.”

Hermione shrugged while telling me he would eventually relax. She yawned and went to bed, wishing me good night.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed when Dad barged in the tent, yelling we had to wake up. I jumped off my bed.

“Take care of the girls Y/N, there are Death Eaters!”

No time to dress up. I grabbed a jacket and slipped in it. I was still in my pajamas when I got out of the tend, my wand firmly hold in my right hand. I urged Hermione and Ginny toward Fred, George, Ron and Harry and joined Percy. He was next to Bill and Charlie, rolling up his sleeves. When he saw me, he grabbed my wrist.

“Y/N, you’re going with them.” He nodded toward our younger siblings.

“No way.” I hissed. “I stay with you.”

He was obviously on the verge of arguing but finally gave up. He perfectly knew I could be stubborn when I wanted to.

“Okay, but you stick with me.”

I nodded and followed him between the flaming tents. People were screaming, and I could see the muggles that directed the campsite levitating. Their two children were there too. I groaned in front of this awful sight and ran behind Percy toward the responsibles. I cast as much spells as I could, trying to distract them long enough to rescue the muggles. However, their wands were producing green flashes of light, and they didn’t care about who was touched. The flames were higher on their passage, the campsite felt like a hell on earth.

My heart stopped when I heard a woman screaming. I quickly turned around: she was holding a baby pressed against her chest and was facing two Death Eaters. Without thinking about it, I ran toward her and placed myself in front of her.

“Go!” I screamed.

I was now alone against two. Fortunately, they didn’t seem to be the smartest of the group, and they were still laughing when I petrified the first one. The other stopped, shocked, and tried to disarm me. I quickly created a shield in front of me, and I was trying to tie him up when he send me in the carbonized tents behind me. I caught my breathe and yelled as loud as I could.

“STUPEFY!”

The Death Eater flew back and landed in a burning tent. I got up, wanting to find Percy, but a sharp pain exploded in my ankle. Great. By now, the fights were over and a terrible silence had taken place, only interrupted by the flames crackling. I was only wearing a short and my bare legs were covered in cuts. I limped toward the woods, where I knew I would find my younger siblings. The pain was almost unbearable when I reached the first trees, and it became excruciating when Percy almost jumped on me and we fell backwards.

“Y/N where were you? I told you to stay with me! I was so fucking afraid!”

“You’re swearing? You must have been terrified!” I joked.

He looked up to me with tear in his eyes. His face was concerned, in fact it was one of the first times I saw him that anxious.

“Sorry Perce, but this woman, with her baby… I couldn’t let her face two Death Eaters alone and -”

“You fought against two Death Eaters?” He interrupted me. “Alone?” I nodded. “For Merlin’s sake Y/N, are you crazy? You could have died!”

“But I’m still here. I’m too skilled to die, my dear.”

I wanted to reassure him, but the dangerousness of my acts slowly crept in my mind. He was right, I could have died. I threw my arms around Percy’s neck and he pressed me against him.

“It’s okay.” he murmured.

Dad kneeled next to us and stroke my hair.

“You’ve been incredible, Y/N, but Percy’s right. You shouldn’t have done this.” I nodded once more, not daring to look at him. “Are you hurt?”

I mumbled my ankle was painful and Percy immediately murmured Episkey but nothing happened.

“It’s not broken, you will have to wait until we’re at home. Mum will know what to do.”

He helped me getting on my feet and supported me on our way to the tents without a word. He led me toward my bed and left. Just before getting out, he stopped and murmured:

“Don’t ever scare me like that, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.”

We slept a few hours - or we tried to sleep, because I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing the Death Eaters - and took a portkey before the dawn. Percy was next to me, helping me walking, and we were a few steps recessed from the others. We saw Mum running outside, hugging Dad then Fred and George. When she saw Percy and I arriving, she rushed toward us and hugged us. Then she placed herself on my other side and we made our way to the kitchen, where she quickly healed my ankle and we ate a needed breakfast. When Dad announced he had to go back to the Ministry, Percy approved and told he would go too. He was back to his pompous self, as usual in front of our family, but I didn’t hear what he said after because the exhaustion took over me and I fell asleep, my head falling in my now empty plate.

The following week had been very difficult for Dad and Percy. Both cancelled their holidays and spent all the days at the Ministry. Dad always came back a bit later than Percy, but my twin had a lot to do with all the accusations against Barty Crouch, along with the secret preparation of the Triwizard Tournament that would take place at Hogwarts. Some tensions appeared between Dad and Percy, along with Hermione who got angry as soon as someone talked about house elves. Personally, I had to face Fred’s and George’s glares. It seemed like they hadn’t appreciated mine at the World Cup, when I wanted them to stop teasing Percy.

The Triwizard Tournament brought me back to Hogwarts for the first time in November. Charlie had sent me an owl, asking me to join him in Romania before the 20th of November. He showed me the reserve he worked in, and it was the very first time I saw real dragons. It was awesome, these creatures were majestic, their beauty was terrifying and enchanting. I helped him and other wizards to bring them to the Forbidden Forest, next to Hogwarts, and paired with my brother in order to control them. Hagrid arrived an hour later with the Beauxbatons director. We talked with him, mainly about Harry whom we were all worried about. And to say he was in danger was an understatement. Once in front of the ferocious Hungarian Horntail, he seemed really small and defenseless. I was biting my nails next to Charlie, who was ready to intervene if things turned bad. However, Harry cast a spell and his broom arrived. After an amazing flying demonstration, he caught the golden egg, beating the three previous Champions.

The second time I went back to the castle was for the Christmas Eve. I had heard Barty Crouch was sick and I knew Percy replaced him for many things, including the Triwizard Tournament. Of course I was happy for him: it was a great occasion to be remarked and maybe to get a promotion. However, I hadn’t seen him in weeks and I really missed him. That’s why, when I had received an owl from him inviting me to attend to the Yule Ball with him at Hogwarts, I had almost screamed of joy.

The Great Hall was decorated with silver frost and plant guirlandes hanging from everywhere. Percy stood straighter than ever as we reached the table intended for the Champions and the jury. He wore a navy blue robe, bought especially for the occasion. My dress was quite simple, it was burgundy red and also brand new. I sat between Percy and Madame Maxime, looking curiously at the Champions. The four of them were accompanied by someone, and I recognized Hermione with Viktor Krum. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she blushed. Harry came next to Percy and the both of them talked about Barty Crouch. I started a conversation with Madame Maxime: she seemed pleased to see my admiration for her horses.

After the diner - which was excellent, as usual - the Champions went to the center of the Great Hall and started to dance, the music being played by the Weird Sisters. Of the corner of my eye, I saw Dumbledore asking Madame Maxime to dance with him. A few seconds later, a particularly pretty Durmstrang boy came in front of me and took my hand. I glanced at Percy, who was glaring at the boy, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t because it was an unacceptable behaviour. Not from me, anyway. I danced with the guy and when the song ended, Percy appeared behind me.

“Do you want to go for a walk in the gardens?”

I smiled and followed him. Soon, the strange restraint vanished and we were talking about everything and nothing, recalling good memories from when we were young and wondering who would win the second task. We didn’t stay outside for too long, though, because the air was freezing. We headed back to the Great Hall and passed next to Fred who was dancing with Angelina Johnson. George was nowhere to be found, Ginny was dancing with the clumsy boy who had forgotten to give back the Sorting Hat at the beginning of his first year and Ron was sitting next to Harry, obviously angry. Percy and I sat at an empty table, still chatting. Other boys asked me to dance with them, but I refused each time, wanting to spend some time with my twin. It had clearly been a long time since the last time he had forgotten about his work, and I wouldn’t give up on him.

Indeed, I didn’t give up on him at the Ball, and I didn’t give up on him either after Barty Crouch’s disappearance. Percy had to submit to an interrogation about the orders he received by owl. It was very difficult for him, and the worse arrived with the letter who indicated him he wouldn’t be able to judge the third task.

“You can come with Bill, Y/N and I.” proposed Mum during the diner. “We will spend the day with Harry. The poor boy will need a bit of distraction.”

“No, thanks Mum.” Percy answered sadly. “I’m not sure it would be a good idea.”

I was sure he didn’t want to come face to face with Cornelius Fudge, but we couldn’t force him. He got up, leaving his plate half-full of mashed potatoes, and climbed slowly the stairs.

“Mum, I think I won’t come either. I don’t want Perce to stay alone.”

She sighed and nodded. I didn’t follow him, knowing he needed space. My decision didn’t seem to please him because as soon as I told him I wouldn’t go to Hogwarts, the morning of the third task, he got angry.

“I don’t care about what you say, Percy.” I had grabbed firmly his wrist before he slammed the door in front of me. “I stay with you, you have no choice.”

Finally, I managed to cheer him up by babbling on about dragons for hours. He listened to me, finally getting interested, and even asked me to lend him some books.

“Perce?”

We were both lying in our beds and reading.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t worry for your place at the Ministry.”

To be continued

Part 5

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maergheritas-moved · 4 years

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S L A Y E R S, a novel by margarita p. g.

CHAPTER 00 - OLIVER

For being under Marco’s wing for a few weeks now, Oliver still hasn’t managed to master “the art of repair” even a little bit. He’s realized, instead, that he really isn’t good at this, that his nimble hands that once, in his younger years, served him for pickpocketing, for dumbkres with his mates, don’t work for handing tiny bot parts. It sucks, really… Marco thought Oliver would be of some use. And Oliver did, too. A part of him, a small part, maybe hoped that this stay would be permanent.

But, like all things in his life, it soon proved to be nothing but momentary. He realized this on a burning hot summer morning, when the sun was high and the sulfur in the air even higher. He was only getting used to the life in Bajo then, trying to find a place amongst the renegades and runaways, and the many generations and cultural legacies found within the ancient walls of his new tiny town. The locals knew him as escurridizo, a nod to his late night appearances literally anywhere in town… he had the ability to slip out of where he was and be somewhere else in what looked like seconds. Lightning speed. Faster than a teleporter. Some people even thought he was one. He very much was not. That much he knew.

Oliver woke up late that June morning, to the high-pitched whirring of centuries-old engines. He had hoped to get some rest after his rendezvous with Rory last night. But, as the heroes in video games would say, duty called. So, he got himself out of bed, put his sandals on, helped himself to burnt toast and already cold coffee, and headed to the taller.

There lay Marco, working on his new project: the restoration of a humanoid bot found by some archeologists a couple of miles from here. It was clearly a very, very old model, and Marco had been promised a very large sum of money if he restored it back to working condition. Maybe the archeologists were planning to take it to a museum or a college or something like that, Oliver thought.

It was very large, probably over three meters tall, and had a masculine shape. To Oliver, it looked like the military droids he saw on films.

The military humanoid death machine thing lay with its stomach part open on the table, and by the smell of coltan in the air, Oliver knew Marco was dealing with the motherboard. It was definitely from the 22nd century, maybe early, when they still put moderboards on the torso and not the head. Marco had his microglasses on, and was very intently working on opening something really really small. There was soft jazz music playing somewhere, which, mixed with the birds chirping and the sound of schoolboys close, painted a picture in Oliver’s head that resembled a time when everyone was still together and life was easy. He let the memory wrap him under.

An order from Marco pulls him back to reality. “Hey, nene,” he says, not even a hello beforehand, “can you check this wiring for me please?”

Without a word, Oliver walked over to the table, where the chemical smell is almost uncomfortable, and looked at the tangle of loose wires on the open motherboard. They were color coded, thank god. To Oliver, non-colored coded wires were the reason God left the Earth. Marcus and him always took hours to set them right. Almost instantly, he got a vague idea of how the circuits should go. They were like magnets, and he could feel where one ended and the other began, the many channels of energy running through the bot’s body, like blood rushing down veins. He had an instinct for this sort of things, a sixth sense, and it was hardly ever wrong. Oliver knew this wasn’t exactly normal, he knew it since he was a kid and could feel the many forces coming onto him way more than other people could, but he was not a might. Or at least, not a bolter (he’d already tried; sparks never came out of his palms). Whatever he was, he never gave it much thought. It would not do him good, especially not in this country.

Trusting his weird instinct, Oliver got to work, ordering Marco what went where, offering clear directions and vague explanations. Marco didn’t mind. To him, this boy was some sort of wizard, and not the “evil” kind. He did the work because he knew how to. If Oliver did it himself, he might as well cause a short circuit so strong it left the whole town with no power for a few hours. Oliver never understood why things like this seemed to happen, he guessed the wires just hated him.

Thus, they fell into a steady rhythm of work, sorting circuits out, monotone actions, with problems coming up as they went along, which they solved together. Oliver and Marco were a good team in that sense, Marco’s vast knowledge mixing with Oliver’s knack for improvisation to come up with increasingly creative solutions. These came naturally to Oliver. No one had ever given him a book on how to life, so everything he’d learned, he learned it by doing. By figuring things out, just like they were at that moment. Maybe he could be of use there, he thought. The idea of having a place to stay, even if he didn’t realize it then, gave him comfort.

Time passed quickly when you were at work, and soon it was time for lunch. Marco called a break, and Oliver lifted his head from the wiring of the bot’s eyes that he was attempting to figure out.

“Hungry?” Marco asked. Oliver nodded. He was, indeed, starving, and had been for a while, but with the task in front of him, it had been a second thought in his mind.

“Alright, then, uhhhh” Marco thought out loud. “Mara won’t be home until tonight, and there’s nothing from last night”.

Bummer, Oliver thought. Would they have something to it until Mara came back? There were days like this, when Aymara, Marco’s wife, was out working twelve hours at the rest stop outside of town. They had to do with whatever leftover there was from breakfast.

“So, we’re eating crackers, then?” Oliver asked, defeated.

Marco’s eye brightened up, his torso straightening up a little. “Actually, I think there’s some money in my bedroom. Go get yourself a mixto or whatnot, kid.”

Oliver practically springed to his feet and rushed to Marco’s bedroom. Indeed, there was money in his dresser, enough to buy two mixtos and maybe a sugary. With that, Oliver rushed out of the house and into the secluded Clovel Street.

The sun burned his skin, and he definitely should not have been out in this weather, but he was hungry and Lala’s tiny shop in the corner was open. There were a few neighbors having tartitas, who said hi to him. He went up to Arpy, the AI assistant, and ordered two mixtos, one for Marco and one for him. They would be ready in ten.

Oliver sat on the counter, watching Arpy put the mixtos in the toaster, and looked out the door, where there was a small stray dog trying to catch a fly. That was when he saw him.

His stare froze Oliver’s blood, made him paralyze all over. There was something about it…. something stomach-turning, revolting, repulsive, wrong. Like the man had crossed all of Oliver’s boundaries. It felt like a violation, but Oliver didn’t know of what. Or even how.

He wanted to run away. As far as his legs allowed him. That’s what his mind told him to do, that the man was a predator just like the MIMIC or the police. But his body told him otherwise. His body told him to stay; he felt a pull to the man like those of his wires, he did not care what fate met him there, what the man might bring him, he just had to go. It was impertinent, urgent. Now.

Yet, he stayed seated, watching his mixtos slowly get browner and cheesier, focusing on repelling that driving instinct within him, that… whatever he was doing to him. Sweat rolled down his brow and the people of the shop were completely unfazed or perhaps even unaware of whatever was going on between him and the man down the street, what strange energetic transaction was taking place Because it felt like that. It felt like electrons pushing down orbitals and moving, shifting, mixing, reacting, exploding. He felt like that: like a nuclear bomb that would go off if the man didn’t do anything about it first. He tried breathing. He tried focusing on anything else, on the smell of the food or the sound of cheese burning or the conversations taking place behind him. Nothing worked.

When his mixtos were ready, he grabbed them and rushed outside, without even saying goodbye. Without thinking, he crossed the street, to the man. It felt eternal. And the man’s eyes…. they followed him. Wide and large and dark, open, focused… they felt, to Oliver, that they were feeding on his energy.

Oliver let out a shaky breath when he got to him. He was at least a head taller than Oliver, could crash him in a split second, and very, very dark. His demeanor was unexpectedly calm. His eyes loosened for a bit, and Oliver was terrified for a half second. Then, his large hand wrapped over Oliver’s frail arm, and he hitched a breath in fear. He could not form words. The energy-sucking man started walking him down the street in double time. How is no one seeing this? Oliver thought.

He wanted to ask so many things, who are you, where are you taking me, leave me alone, I have to get back home, but he couldn’t. If he did, what would this guy do to him? He was scary, villain-level scary. So, Oliver just went along. He got thrown into the back of a white transport. There was a brunette woman on the shotgun seat. Her eyes looked even more threatening than the man’s.

They were kidnapping him. God, they were going to throw im on the sea or on a deep pit and let him die there. Immediately, Oliver started thinking up escape plans. He could still run. The didn’t bind his hands with anything. Dumbasses.

The man got in the car. The woman was clutching her head, as if she had a migraine. They were discussing something, Oliver realized. But they were not talking. They were doing it through looks. Can she communicate with him in some sort of eye language? Or is it telepathy?

After a while, they both settled down and looked at him. Oliver was going to run. But he also couldn’t. Something kept him from running and this time it wasn’t any of their looks.

“Sorry about that” the man said, “it’s pretty terrifying, i know, trust me”

What the hell? Oliver thought. He was apologizing to him?

“I’m Drake, by the way” he said, with a smirk and friendly eyes. Oliver wanted to vomit.

“And I’m Alyx” the woman said. Her eyes were warm and heavy-lidded, and Oliver had a feeling he should stay as far from her as she could.

There was a beat of silence. “Who… Who are you and what… why…?” Oliver tried to speak, tried to form questions, but he didn’t know where to start.

“Um, in short, kid,” Drake said, shifting in his seat. He opened his mouth, closed it again. “Okay, so: We are from the Cali Might Army. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Drake Emerson and she’s Officer Alyx Warren. That’s the important thing”.

Oliver gaped in awe at them. They were the Might Army. He had never met them, no one has, but he has certainly heard of them; in late night horror stories and headlines detailing tragedies. People spoke of them as violent, relentless insurgents who would abuse of their monstrous abilities to overtake the country. They almost seemed too powerful to be real. They couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Is it a prank?

Alyx looked at Drake. “He’s very confused, he’s saying… it’s a prank or something, um…”

Oliver panicked. Immediately he tried to open the door, tried to break the window, anything to get away from this… woman. She was reading his thoughts! Has she always been doing that? He didn’t even feel it, she just walked into his mind without even asking for permission.

Drake reacted immediately, moving to pin him down, stop him. Oliver was on fire, his legs kicking to get away, powerless against Drake’s weight, screaming and panting and crying, he only now realized he was crying.

“Oliver!” Alyx yelled. “Oliver. Please. Please calm down, I don’t want to calm you down, please don’t make me calm you down.” She was as panicked as he was. Oliver just failed to form curses at her and kept kicking. He was not going to calm down. He was going to get away, these people couldn’t mean well. He had to get back to Marco, to the work, have lunch.

But he would never get there.

With Drake Emerson pinning him down and Alyx Warren in his mind, plus the thousand questions that grew by the second, he would never get there. Ever.

After a while, Oliver sat in the car seat, unmoving and breathing heavily, powerless. Alyx and Drake were in their seats, panting. Alyx let out a curse.

“Listen,” Drake said, softly, calm, “we won’t hurt you. Really.”

You already have, Oliver thought. “Then… why are you doing this? Why are you taking me?” he asked over shaky breaths.

“Because,” Alyx started, voice trembling, “You have a very strange ability that no one has ever had before, and you might really, really, be of help for us.”

Oliver wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.

Alyx continued. “So, you’re coming with us, because, if you don’t, then someone else will take you, and you won’t be safe and neither will the world.”

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milkttea · 4 years

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Sunny Days

Jungkook x Reader, GN!Reader: one shot

:: fluff, ex-friends to slow lovers

:: warnings: none

Edited: 1/2/20

"Look at the bright side of life and the bright side will look at you. The reflections we send out always return." — Ron Baratono

For the Sunny Days, which bring you joy.

Sunny days were your favorite, they reminded you of your childhood. Now, by all means, your childhood wasn't the best, it had its ups and downs as life does, so it wasn't too bad, nor was it wonderful and like how Disney movies portray life.

However, there was one person in your childhood that made your life so much more amazing. You haven't seen him in years, not since his family moved away. It saddened you because you were best friends, platonic soul mates, you did everything together.

Jeon Jungkook, your best friend since diapers and the boy who you loved since middle school. He also is the boy who left you behind and didn't talk to you at all since he moved away. Kind of makes you bitter, but it has been roughly nine years so you kind of let it go. The feelings never really left though, even after one boyfriend and one girlfriend, who are now your closest friends.

People assume it's weird to be friends with your exes, best friends even weirder, but you believe it's only weird if you let it be. You three constantly joke about it, you were young and we're looking for companionship and tried to find that in relationships, but you found it better this way.

This is where you found yourself in your dorm with said best friends.

"I'm just saying, mixing a bunch of bread dough and then baking it would be amazing!"

"Jimin, do you ever sleep?"

"My eyes close when I sneeze, does that count?"

Seulgi deadpans and contemplates her mortality as she looks at Jimin as he continues on his rant about bread. You walk in at this moment as he has both his feet on the wall, upside down, and Seulgi is about to throw her water bottle at him.

"I leave for two minutes to get ice and Seulgi almost murders you Jimin, are you going on your bread rant again?"

Jimin jumps and hugs you, tackle really, onto the floor as he complains how you took too long, he was pretty clingy, but it's cute on him. The ice you went to get rattles violently in the container, thankfully nothing falls out since you closed it tight because you anticipated this. He finally lets you up after Seulgi flicks his ear telling him how you're being suffocated and that ice will melt. She was right, you were laughing so hard it was getting hard to breathe and you hadn't had asthma, even after doing cross country for three years in high school, and you sure as hell were not trying to get it now.

"Sorry about that, oh you'll never guess who I saw when I was going into class," he brushes you off as a little bit of dust was in your hair, mentally making a note to vacuum later. You raise an eyebrow at this, you really couldn't guess, you knew quite a bit of people even if they weren't close friends.

Jimin, realizing you weren't gonna answer, suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

"Does the name Jungkook ring a bell?"

You screamed.

Seulgi and Jimin both laugh at your panicked expression. Meanwhile, you were having a minor panic session, you didn't want to see him again, even if you missed him! It's been 9 years, he probably doesn't even remember you and that would be even worse. Guess it's time for you to live out your life long dream of being a hermit, oh how the tables have turned in your favor.

"Yes, the name rings a bell," you hissed, "why do I get the feeling you're going to force an interaction between us?"

He smiles innocently, but you know it's anything but that as you hear three knocks on the door. Your eyes widen so much, Seulgi fears they may burst out of their sockets.

"Jimin you didn't."

"Oh didn't I?"

He opens the door, "Jungkook!"

You run away into your room and lock the door, meanwhile, Jungkook looks at where your form used to be in concern and surprise. That doesn't happen often to him, even if he is pretty shy around girls they mainly run towards him not away. Now if you're wondering, is there a possibility that your first love and ex-girlfriend will get together? Seulgi is a raging lesbian and she has a girlfriend, happily together for 4 years. There was no concern there, besides she was about the spring the big question on her and you couldn't wait because their families were both so supportive.

Anyways, you were hiding under your covers as Jimin and Jungkook moved past that brief moment and start talking about whatever it is they started talking about earlier in the day, probably classes. Seulgi, ever the loving friend, opens the door to your room with the key on top of the door frame and drags your ass out of bed, literally dragging you out and bringing you by hand to the living room where both boys were talking about how the homophobes were at their worst again.

"Those sleazy rats are working hard, but I work harder!"

Jungkook laughs at Jimin's declaration, oh how you've missed his laugh. Deciding to be the bigger person, you flick Jimins forehead, gaining Jungkook's attention as you begin apologizing for running away like that, meanwhile, Jimin tries to get up and tackle you but you have your knee on his groin and stomach. It does a pretty good job of preventing him from doing anything.

Jungkook, internally, is screaming because you have aged so finely he is convinced you aren't real. You're very different from the sixth grade you who was too shy to even talk to boys aside from him and looking at you now he would have never guessed this would happen. You stop talking once you realize that he's just staring at you with his mouth slightly open, your face flushes a bit at his stare so you boldly flick his forehead and tell him to shut his mouth before a fly goes in.

"You haven't that much (n/n), still flicking people on the forehead," he rubs his forehead after stating that. You, on the other hand, are the one now with your mouth open, he remembers you? Your shock, however, is quickly replaced with annoyance and anger because he remembers you. All those years and he didn't once try to get into contact with you? What happened to being friends forever, always being there for each other even if you were far away, you weren't mad, no you were livid. That was quickly noticed by him as your expression went from shock to anger and then blank.

Any emotion you felt was immediately muted as you went to the kitchen to get yourself and Seulgi some food, the aforementioned person going with you and you both talking normally. She knows when to not ask about certain things and let you handle your problems and this was one of those times. Jungkook, on the other hand, was very confused as to what he did wrong. He'd never been on the receiving end of your anger and if he remembers you at all, whenever you get that blank look you are pissed beyond recovery. The room began to feel tense after that so he decided to head out and finish his college work, he thanked Jimin who has been silent the entire time that this exchange happened, and left closing the door silently.

You didn't even glance at the door, everything continued as normal after telling off Jimin a little bit, he understood and apologized immediately and the three of you ate ice cream and had a day in for the rest of the day. You all thankfully had a day off from work and had finished your classes already.

Days after the events that unfolded in your dorm, you walked through the hallways of your college in search of another close friend of yours since you'd made plans with him to go out for coffee and study for your shared classes. You walked into his class right as he finished packing and was conversing with another student, their back to you when he noticed you and waved you over.

"(N/n)! Over here!"

The student he was talking to flinched when he heard your nickname, you paid no mind to it though. You instead, chalked it up to Taehyungs loud voice when he yelled you over, the poor person was right in front of him and his booming voice. Once you neared where they both were, Taehyung decided to ask you about his friend.

"Heeyyy," at this you blanked at him, already knowing he would ask you something, "do you think that it'd be alright to bring along my friend and roommate," he gestures to the person in front of him," with us for coffee? He doesn't get the subject very well- ow!"

His friend smacks his arm, you begin laughing at this exchange when you noticed who it is, however, you immediately stopped laughing.

"Come on Kook! Don't just stand there we gotta get going before the lunch rush starts!"

On the walkout, Taehyung and Jungkook conversed about random topics with you walking silently beside them. However, you decided you were being harsh and pretty rude if you were being honest with yourself and that you couldn't hate Jungkook forever. So you decided to begin talking with them both not him directly, but at least contribute and let him know that you didn't completely hate him. You still didn't forgive him though.

Jungkook was ecstatic! Finally, you started talking to him again! Even if it wasn't directed at him, but he would take what he could get. You were his first love, after all, he never had a girlfriend or boyfriend in those nine years that he had been apart from you. He couldn't get over you. It hurt him deeply to not be able to get in contact with you, but he didn't have a phone in sixth grade after he moved and after time he forgot he forgot what your phone number was, or really what your parent's phone number was. Both of your parents were friends, but with the distance that grew between them they weren't as close as before and they weren't able to get together since their schedules made it nearly impossible. It was because of that, that you and Jungkook weren't able to see each other, especially since you were busy and focused solely on your school work and weren't able to spend time with your friends.

Jungkook was so glad he was able to finally move back to your shared hometown, he never forgot about you even after all these years. To be at the receiving end of your anger though? It broke his heart, and if he were honest after the days of not seeing you since being invited by Jimin to your dorm the only thing that he found that could have angered you was him not speaking to you for nine years. What an idiot he was for thinking that you could just be friends again after all this time and that you wouldn't be mad at him, he knows he would have! Once he came to this conclusion he smacked himself in the face, scaring his roommate Taehyung, until he explained why he did so.

That's the reason why the three of you currently sat in your favorite cafe. You drank your (f/d) as Taehyung mumbled about and you quote: "woes of painting with acrylics."

If he were a dog, you could picture his ears drooping as he whined out, "it dries so fast! Not to even get into the fact that it's so hard to blend!"

His pouting, you had to admit, was pretty adorable and you let out a giggle hiding your mouth. Jungkook noticed this and his cheeks flushed so much you would have thought that his face would have exploded. Upon noticing this, you could feel his stare, your face flushed even more than his and you tried to hide it by taking a sip of your drink, failing to hide it you might add.

Taehyung, for as silly as he seemed, was very observant and he remembered his friend and roommate's dilemma, so he stood up, gathered his things, left $10 for the waiter for his food and drink, then came up with an excuse to rush out.

"Loved hanging with you both! But forgot about an appointment I had to water my plants! So gotta do this again but gotta go don't wanna disappoint the plants y' know? Ok bye!"

With that he rushed out so fast you would think he was being chased by a rabid dog. You and Jungkook both just sat there, mouths open because you've never seen Taehyung move that fast before in the four years you've known him. Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat, getting your attention immediately and he nervously smiles as you just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. What you weren't expecting though was:

"I'm sorry."

You were blown back a little from surprise and your eyebrows went up.

"I- what?"

He nervously bit his lip and looked down, took a deep breath, then looked you in the eyes with such raw emotion on his face.

"I'm sorry for not getting in touch with you after I moved or during the years where we didn't see each other. I regret not trying harder to get in touch and not visiting sooner or trying to get my parents to visit. I hate myself for not trying harder to be your friend, your best friend. I meant it when I first met you when I said that we always be friends. I've never forgotten about you, I never will forget about you and I understand you're angry, sad, annoyed at me and that's valid. I would feel like the luckiest guy in the world if you would give me the honor of being your friend."

After his little speech, he was breathing hard having done it in one breath and you were just sitting there shocked with tears in your eyes because this is all you wanted. Of course, you were mad at him, you were sad and annoyed, but the sadness is what stayed all these years and to hear the man you love- you're best friend apologizes for his mistake really melted your heart and you almost forgave him on the spot, but you had something to say too.

"I'm sorry too, Jungkook. But… do you know how hard it was to not have my best friend there at all to help me when I needed you the most? It hurt so damn much, I'm glad that I had Seulgi, Jimin, and Taehyung there when you weren't. Even so, I should have tried harder to get in touch too and there is no way that I could say sorry for not trying and I hope you would find it in your heart to forgive me. I forgive you and I would also love to have the honor of being your friend again. Your best friend, again."

With both your confessions and apologies out in the open, there was a moment of silence as you both realized you could never really be mad at each other. Both of you paid for your meals, gathered your belongings and left the cafe into the sunny outside. You spent the rest of the day catching up on what had happened in each of your lives for the past nine years.

"No way! There's is no way you broke Namjoon's nose while playing Wii sports!"

Jungkook laughs at your flabbergasted face and laughs such a boisterous laugh that his head tilts back and he lets out such a beautiful laugh you could live in it forever and grins so wide his face might split.

"I swear on my mom's cooking! I'm surprised he didn't kick me out if the house! He said that it was karma for him breaking my phone in my sophomore year in high school!"

As you both continued walking, his hand slipped into yours which caught you by surprise. All you did though was entwine your fingers with his and continue walking back to the dorms.

The sun shined a little brighter that day and as you both went your respective ways to your dorms after a long day, there was only one thought in both of your heads as you went to bed.

'I love Sunny Days.'

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Phantom Dragon

Imagine being on of the things/people that make Ikebukuro so special.

Warnings: It's me, so swearing. I'm a slut for Light Fury's, sorry. And being obsessed with something (for me) means crossing it over with almost every fandom I know.

There's so much that makes Ikeburkuro stand out from other cities. Sure it might not be the biggest or most populated city in the world, but you know what they say, "Quality over quantity."

It's the people that make this city so unique: you've got The Headless Rider, Saika (who some still argue is just a myth), the strongest man in the world Ikebukuro, everyone's most hated favorite information broker, and heck even some of the gangs help make the city widely infamous.

And then there's you.

You only came recently.

Some time after that big fight that landed Masaomi in the Hospital.

You hadn't arrived there by normal means- traveling internationally involves medical records and documentation in order to make sure that, health wise, you were okay to travel to another country. BUT because you aren't completely human, and have a little somthin' else, any form of testing might come up or appear outside the normal ranges for a human being (little things like taking your temperature might be alarming to medical professionals).

So you got there by paying someone to stow you away on a boat. Unfortunately getting somewhere by shifty means, ment you had to hire some shifty people, and that ment they couldn't always be trusted to keep their mouths shut - especially after they thought they saw something.

That being said, of course Izaya knew about you the day you arrived.

Correction

He knew of you, but not about you. He only knew what he had been told and that only made his interest in you deepen.

"Someone's arrived in Ikebukuro who might add some extra weight to the scale- maybe not on one side or the other, but perhaps in a new direction."

Oh color him interested.

For about a month or so, you were able to live quietly and without being seen while you were... *cough cough* having fun being yo majestic dragon shifting self.

The first sighting happened on one of the days when Celty was being hunted down ceaselessly.

Someone got their hands on one of those giant guns that shoots out a big net, and they had the mind to try and use it on Celty.

Let's just say their aim was off

And you, in all your curious glory wondering why so many thugish-looking bikers were ganging up on one woman, were gliding around kinda low.

Then it happened. You were shot down, but at first no one could see you and for a second they thought the net was faulty.

But Celty knew otherwise.

She was able to use her powers to help you get away without being seen by the people in your immediate vicinity, but she could do nothing about the people in the surrounding buildings.

So of course someone had seen you and gotten video evidence before you seemed to disappear into thin air.

It took only a few hours for the footage to go viral - with some people stoked to see that such a creature existed in their home town, while others were skeptical of the video being real.

Izaya was giddy as fuck, because this must be what that one guy was talking about.

Shinra wasn't sure if it was real, but then again his girlfriend is a Dullahan so why the hell not?

Shizuo was there when Celty set you free.

Anri was a bit more on the indifferent side, she wasn't sure how she felt about the video. If it was fake it didnt change a thing, but what if it was real? Her school girl mind could only imagine.

Masaomi cracked jokes about there being a princess in town, and that was why there was a dragon here.

And as always Mikado was a bit late to the party.

Let's talk about the people who know about you- and I'm not talking about people who saw the video, no. I mean people who looked at you and just got a sixth sense or figured it out.

Simon: Just seemed to know somehow? He seems kinda like the guy who knows more than he let's on? So people just don't really think much of him at first glance. He said something to you when you stopped by for a bite to eat that just made you freeze, "Sushi is good and easy on stomach before and after long flight, no?" Oh...

Celty: She had never actually seen you shift, but when she met you she also just knew. She got this hair standing up on the back of her neck feeling, and it took her a few more interactions to figure it out, but she was one of the faster ones to the draw.

Shizuo: The timeline of the viral videos and him seeing you (a new face in Ikebukuro) around now had bothered him. It seemed very coincidental and everytime he saw you or that damn video he thought about it long and hard, and eventually he put the pieces together. Just because he's strong, doesn't make him dumb.

Izaya: One of the last people to know, though not from a lack of trying I can promise you that. Even Mikado and his friends, and Erika and her group knew about you before he did (mainly because Celty and the others told them after convincing you they were trust worthy). After managing to make friends with you, Celty and her friends did everything they could to keep you hidden away from the information broker, and that normally ment one of them being with you when you went out into the city. Celty would be damned if she let Izaya dig up your information and hold it over your head like he did to her. Of course he connected the dots when he questioned why his dear little Celty took a sudden interest in a nobody newbie. Being friends with them was probably your downfall to be honest.

Now let's talk about all the things that come with being an undocumented [I guess] dragon shifter.

God forbid you get sick, and I don't mean, "Oh look I've got a runny nose," sick i mean- coughing fit, feels like your dying sick. All I can say is fire, fire everywhere. Hope your neighbors aren't nosy.

It's kinda hard to get a good job? Everything needs proof of identity and since you aren't from their you dont have things they would normally ask for, you also dont have a work Visa saying that it's okay your there.

Sure you can get hired under the table, but keep in mind if anything goes wrong (and not necessarily with you) you'll be the first one your boss gets rid of incase people start snooping around.

You do a lot of job hopping, apartment hopping, and sometimes squatting, till you're finally able to get a good job.

#EveryonesFirstApartmentIsShit

Honestly being a dragon helps you save a lot on food sometimes- you can just go hunting yo.

Once you make friends with the crew, getting a decent paying job is easier and you bounce between working deliveries with Celty and debt collecting with Tom and Shizuo.

Kinnosuke, that hard ass motorcycle cop that gives Celty problems, gives you problems as well. Of course he wanted to know what kind of people the headless rider hung out with, so after he saw the two of you together a few times on the street he flagged you down on your walk home from work (Yes, you walk), and asked for your ID. He wasnt heartless, just a man of the law, so he understood that getting a new ID could take a while. When you gave him the ID from where you previously lived, he politely asked for a Visa or proof of citizenship in Japan/Ikebukuro.

Oh, no

It was on the second you ran for a nearby ally, turned into a damn dragon, and flew away.

"Do you have a license to fly?!"

"Do you have a permit to fly within city limits?!"

After that, you would fly to the nearest ally of your destination for anything because at least he can't get to you in the sky, and you can still hide.

"Its not the same as flying a plane you idiot!"

Sorry, not sorry.

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