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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded! Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum.

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead.

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…”

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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iwadori · 3 years

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Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves.

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it.

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.)

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.”

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU”

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend”

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3*

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too

#haikyu #haikyu angst #haikyu fluff #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu-fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x you #atsumu angst #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu headcanons #signedwithane😌

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tinyhistory · 3 years

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Hey! Love your stories so much I just had to ask! Do you have any favorite drarry authors/stories? I sometimes compare the quality of other stories to ROA (oops!) because ROA is just that good. My personal favorites are ROA (of course!), the Foundations Series (saras_girl), the ordeal of being known (louisfake), denouement (the_never_was), Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You) (AWickedMemory), and To Hurt and Heal (cassisluna). Have you read these? Have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you, so glad you’ve enjoyed my stories! And thank you for so patiently waiting for a reply. I haven’t been online much in the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t read any of your recs, but I’m always happy to add another fic to my to-read list.

I did a rec post a few months ago, but I’ll post an updated version now. The Skyhawke Archives appear to be down, which is crushing news. I’ve had to update a lot of the links.

So here are my favourite Drarry fanfics:

And We Are At Our Apogee (PG-13) by angelgazing

Summary: Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way.

My notes: Californian beaches, supermarkets, road trips, and a bittersweet ending.

A Reckless State of Mind (T) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Draco is a Psyche-Diver, and his newest patient is Auror Potter, who’s been a pathological liar for over a year—and has just tried to violently end his own life.

Notes: The plot alone guarantees inclusion on this list. Probably the most creative fic I’ve ever read, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing.

Berlin, In the Year of Our Lord (PG) by Are

Summary: Harry is a green-tea addict. Draco stalks him.

Notes: Probably my all-time favourite fic, along with Blue Vase. It’s sparse and minimal and I love that writing style.

Blue Vase (M) by ivyblossom

Summary: Let’s pretend.

Notes: Draco finds an amnesiac Harry and befriends him, pretending they were once lovers. It’s pensive, short, and bittersweet.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice (E) by lettered

Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Notes: Action-heavy fics are damn hard to write, but lettered nails it. The action scenes are breakneck speed, the conversations are threaded with double meaning, and even the silences are tense.

Draco in Darkness (T) by Plumeria47.

Summary: Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight.

Notes: This is one of the first fics I ever read (when it was over on FF in 2003) so it’s probably here just for nostalgia points alone. I read it when I was a kid and just thought it was a lovely golden fairytale, the best romance I’d ever read in my (very short, thus far) life. I love reading it again, even years later as an adult when I can see the tarnish on it; the things my childhood eyes didn’t notice. I don’t care. It’s my soft and fuzzy comfort fic.

The Flesh is Frail (NC-17) by wildestranger

Summary: None

Notes: Draco has injuries from curses and spells, and Harry keeps him company. Draco is angry; Harry is stubborn. They argue their way into a grudging relationship. It’s a short read and well worth your ten minutes.

Good-bye to Yesterday (NC-17) by furiosity

Summary: Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Notes: It’s not a dark fic, but it certainly dips in and out of the shadows. If you like your romance to be sharp as a razor and bitter as black coffee, give it a read.

Hymn to Color (PG) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Months after Draco cast a curse that took Harry’s eyesight, Harry is still trying to come to terms with it. Draco still wanted forgiveness, which was probably the problem.

Notes: Probably my very inadequate idea of “fluff”. It’s a quiet, introspective fic. Draco and Harry are well-written.

Kings among runaways (PG) by enderxenocide.

Summary: Later, the toast will be slightly overcooked, Draco will burn the eggs, and there will be another fist fight in-between the living room and the front door, but they’ll eat breakfast with second-hand plates and Draco’s great-grandmother’s silverware.

Notes: Dreamy descriptions, abstract scenes, and the characters are lovingly delineated. Beautiful writing.

On Broken Glass (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: After the final battle, Draco is holding the shards that are left of his and Harry’s life.

Notes: Established relationship. Harry’s forgetful and seems to suffer both short-term and long-term memory loss; Draco stays by his side through six years of post-war amnesia. Very short, just a tiny ficlet. There’s sequels (in bite-size pieces) but I prefer to read the first ficlet and leave it there.

Paper Dolls (M) by cupiscent

Summary: In the final year of the War, Draco gets a letter, makes a choice and pays the price.

Notes: Short, succinct, and packs a punch. No character deaths, in case the summary has you feeling nervous.

Portrait (PG-13) by Silent Blast

Summary: None.

Notes: Dorian Grey, but Drarry. Of course it’s going to be good.

Shattered (NC-17) by femmequixotic

Summary: One damned accident involving one too-lucky curse, and suddenly you'd think he was five again, with their Harry, be carefuls and their quick Levitating charms ready the instant the potion gives way and his rebelling hands lose hold of whatever's in their grasp.

Notes: Draco’s an artist. Harry’s intrigued by his sculptures and paintings.

Snatch (PG-13) by didntyoupotter

Summary: Harry is comatose, Hermione and Ron aren’t much help, and Draco isn’t sure about anything anymore.

Notes: The opening scene fools you into thinking this will be a light read with a streak of good humour. Don’t fall for it. By the third act, you’ll be hanging onto every word and feeling a lot of emotions. Also, back in the day, this was one of the Draco/Harry fics. Everyone knew of it. Pay your respects to your fandom history and read this beloved classic.

The Stages of Acceptance (T) by Lomonaaeren.

Summary: Harry, already happily married to Ginny, receives the news that he's Draco's mate. Law and custom don't give him the option of ignoring the news. The stages of his reaction, one by one.

Notes: This is not a romance, and I love that the author just casually chucks all the Veela tropes in the bin and says “nope”. In Lomonaaeren’s own words, this fic is more practical than romantic. Harry is unfamiliar with the Veela concepts and hates the very idea of being “shackled” to someone; he rejects Draco at once. Draco is miserable and lonely. They do eventually come to understand each other better, but it’s a huge struggle with lots of setbacks. The general air of pessimism and misery does make the small glimpses of compassion and empathy feel so well-earned. I love a fic that rations out its happiness.

The Stately Homes of Wiltshire (E) by waspabi

Summary: Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Notes: This one needs no introduction. The writing is polished, the characterisation perfect, and the dialogue is fun. I love the humour woven throughout it.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (E) by faithwood.

Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Notes: Another one that most of us know. It’s a lighthearted and fun read.

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (M) by novembersnow

Summary: In the war-torn years after Hogwarts, one man has no knowledge of his yesterdays.

Notes: Another classic back in the feverish heyday of the Harry Potter fandom, when books were still being released and everyone had worked themselves up into a shipping frenzy. And no wonder this fic was an instant hit. Draco has lost all his memories and Harry’s investigating as an Auror, but the longer you read, the more you start questioning everything. Good twists and turns that lead to a tender ending.

Turn by Saras_Girl

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Notes: An inevitable inclusion on any favourites list. I think my favourite thing about it is the characterisation. Everyone is so well-rounded; the characters are brought to life and feel like old friends. All their habits, styles, mannerisms, even the way they walk or talk. While I love everyone in this fic, I have to admit that Blaise is just amazing. Of all the thousands of Blaises imagined by fanfic writers, I love this one the best. “Old bean” indeed.

Under the Ivy (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don’t spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Notes: Another old, old favourite of mine. It’s like snuggling into a soft blanket. Remus owns a cottage and Harry moves in after the war. Later, Remus lets a room to Draco, who is an outcast after the war and has limited housing options. Harry isn’t happy at first with the new lodger, but he eventually warms up to Draco. A slow and gentle romance.

Vale Sanare (M) by rurounihime

Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Notes: London nightclubs, one-night-stands, loud music and lonely nights. Draco has seizures due to a curse from the war, and the seizures have led to a fear of intimacy. Short and sweet.

The Way Down (T) by lettered

Summary: Malfoy’s all, “Come out of there,” the way you say to a cat who is badly behaved. And Harry’s all like, “No, what, I’m a hermit! And I have a chest-monster! And I am crazy magically powerful!” and Malfoy’s all, “We all have problems, bub.” (thoughtfully) “You are crazy though. I’ll give you that.”

Notes: I just adore this fic. The fic starts well-grounded, giving you a solid backstory and matter-of-fact context, but as it goes on, it slowly unravels into dreamy scenes, lush settings, and repeated motifs. It’s just such a beautiful story.

When Love beckons to you, follow him (PG-13) by megyal

Summary: Draco wakes up, lost, somewhere in a forest. He has no idea where he is or how he got there. As he is blundering around trying to find his way home, he hears Harry's voice in his head, telling him what to do.

Notes: I generally like my fics to be bittersweet or with a bit of heartache — but this fic is just a little cloud of softness. If you need something light and lovely without being syrupy-sweet, this is a good choice!

The World of the Living (M) by fourth_rose

Summary: A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

Notes: The story is told from Luna’s perspective, which gives everything a lovely dreamy quality. She takes in a couple of strays after the war — first Harry, who is avoiding his other friends and has quit his Auror job — and then she offers a room to Draco right after his trial. Draco is rude, angry, and ungrateful; Harry is churlish, withdrawn, and moody. Luna doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and over the course of the next few months, her house guests slowly warm up to each other.

Voices From the Fog (E) by noeon

Summary: After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Notes: Harry drifts across Europe, trying to forget the war. He ends up in a woodworking shop in Amsterdam, alongside a moody Draco. Atmospheric settings and solid characterisation.

#draco/harry fanfic #drarry #drarry fic recs #drarry fic #answered asks

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nsk96 · 2 years

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Everyone is probably asleep and ain't gonna see this, so I'mma rant real quick.

I'm fed up with my dad's shit honestly. He hid my driver's license from me. My driver's license expired in February and because of school being hectic, I forgot to renew it. I renewed it on April 11, literally two weeks ago (and got charged extra for being late), and it was being sent to me through the mail. It said it would arrive in 7-10 days (but usually takes way less).

We keep all our mail in one basket, and my dad is usually the one who collects the mail from the mailbox when he gets home or stops by the house during his lunch time (which he tries to do without us knowing sometimes but that's a story for another time).

I've checked that basket every day since I ordered my license. I guess he didn't know that. My stupid self asked him if he saw any mail for me from the DMV, and he said no. I told him what happened with the expiration and he made a huge emphasis on how the police can impound my vehicle for driving with an expired license, and I'll be forced to call someone to get a ride to where I need to go.

My gut instinct told me that he would try to hide the mail from me, but I went against that instinct thinking that he would take this serious issue well...serious since he's the one that would face the financial ramifications? But then again, he has proven time and time again that he has no problem hurting himself if it meant making life hell for my mom and I. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to call the police on me, himself to report that I had an expired license on me.

He has hidden mail from me in the past. Some time ago, I was expecting a package from amazon: a One Punch Man manga volume I had gotten a good deal on. Well the package was delivered but I didn't know for sure yet but knew it had to have arrived because of the expected arrival date. I asked my dad if he saw my package and he said "what package?" He literally seemed like he did not know what I was talking about...until right after, I went to check the delivery status. Turned out it was delivered and the delivery person even uploaded a picture. I went back and told him it was delivered during the daytime the day before, while it was bright out. He asked "how do you know it was bright out?" I said, "because they uploaded a picture." Then and only then did he say, "well I picked up a package this morning from the front patio and put it into my truck" (it was the weekend. There was no reason for him to put it in his truck because he doesn't work on weekends). I didn't know it was yours." Whenever we receive a package, checking the name on it is always the first thing he does. He had the intention of hiding the package from me, probably to open it to see what I received.

Anyways, back to the driver's license. Today he called me out from my room and told me he found my driver's license. He asked "you didn't check the basket?". It was then confirmed that he did in fact hide it from me because I checked that basket everyday and literally checked it yesterday evening as well (Saturday). I sorted through that mail, one by one, each day. I looked over at the basket after I was handed my mail, and all the mail that was there, was the same mail I had looked through all week.

For two weeks, I was stressed out about not having my new license, when they said it would be here in 10 days for the latest (which we know it shouldn't actually be that long because I've received mail all the way from Tallahassee in less time than that with all the delays the post office was facing).

He just wanted to watch me squirm. I shouldn't be surprised by now but, it's sometimes hard to believe that a parent who you thought was your ally throughout your childhood, was just using you as a tool to hurt your mom, and now that you're no longer useful to him because you're now aware of his antics, he's doing to you what he does to your mother.

#living with the enemy #I can't wait to finish school and get my mom and I out of here #my mom put up with his mind games and emotional abuse for over 30 years. I refuse to put up with it after I finish school #this mail issue just barely scratches the surface of the issues

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dandelionflower · 3 years

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I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

#felinette #ml felix #felix agreste #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #ml alya #alya cesaire #ml nino #nino lahiffe #ml adrien #adrien agreste

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aggieharkness · 2 years

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Hay que encontrar su propio futuro

Summary: She never meant to hurt her family once more, she had only expected to wake up with a hangover not with someone beside her that was about to turn her entire life upside down. She never thought she would get a chance at a new life with someone so different and at the same time so alike. Can they really find a future together?

(The title has been changed, it used to be Shame on whoever invented Tequila but as the story progressed it didn't feel like the right choice anymore so I changed it.)

a/n: You asked and I shall deliver. have in mind that I posted this one so soon after the previous one because I was writing both at the same time. I have no idea when I'll be able to post the next one because I have a lot of things to do. Still, I hope you enjoy it and just to be safe: WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT. I tried my best not to make it too much, but if you want dirtier moments or more explicit ones I'm sure I can make it work for future chapters. Again, I hope you enjoy it :)

warnings: age difference, explicit sexual content, use of alcohol. Most importantly no Alma Madrigal bashing, I love this woman

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Hay que encontrar su propio futuro

Should she take his arm? No, better to keep things neutral, or as much as possible as her heart made backflips over and over inside her chest. Por Dios, get a grip woman. It had been a wonderful touch for him to come to her house and give her those gorgeous flowers even if Isabela had threatened to punch him. AGAIN! She would have to talk to her about that later today. She was old enough not to go around knocking people out cold, but better her than Pepa, her youngest daughter would have turned him into dust without a second thought. There were clouds above Casita but at least they weren’t spreading all over the Encanto, the sun still shone high up in the sky warming her face like an embrace that pushed all her worries aside. Until he took her hand. The touch had been soft and careful, his fingers almost asking for permission to interlace themselves with hers. His face was turned away from her almost as if he were afraid to see her expression, to see that he wasn’t wanted, the tension on his shoulders visible. He had spent an awful night with the pain of his electrocuted arm and his broken nose, if she didn’t count the chanclazos he probably got from Rosa, maybe she could indulge him this once and let him hold her hand, not listening to her screaming joyful heart at the simple gesture. It felt nice, almost… right.

-You… you wanted to talk. – his voice was so nasal, he had to get that fixed or he would end up with breathing problems, maybe even snores and as if something whispered it in her ear, she recalled silence in her bedroom only broken by the soft warm breaths that escaped his lips as he slept. He didn’t snore and for some stupid reason she smiled at that.

-Si. I’m not sure where to start, but…

-Lo siento.

-Mariano.

-No, let me… let me do this. Abuela didn’t ask me to do this, well she kind of did, but I’m not doing it for her, but don’t tell her that. I broke one of her favourite alpargatas last night and she has been in a mood since then. I have to get her a new pair. Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know you must be angry at me and I won’t ask you not to be, but you must understand that all I did yesterday and the day before that was because of you and that smile of yours.

-My… smile?

-Si, es… it’s like a rainbow, like a candle in a dark room, it lights up the entire town every time and when you smiled at me that night I found myself under your spell. I don’t mean that you tricked me into anything, no, I simply… adore your smile. It fills me up with joy to know you are happy, to know that all the pain you’ve been through has disappeared even if it is for a moment. I want you to be happy, and I hurt you when I thought I was achieving that wonderful joyful feeling. I wanted to see your genuine smile like when you were dancing with Felix and I instead brought tears to your eyes.

-Mariano, escúchame, y escúchame bien. Your heart is in the right place, and I’m flattered that you think my smile can make you feel like that, but us… this… isn’t right. We both know it. I understand that you made mistakes last night and I’m still hurt that you didn’t listen to me when I was telling you to stop, I was… scared. I know you would never do anything to harm me, but last night you were deaf to my pleas and I didn’t know what to do. Whatever this is has cracks, just like Casita did, but I don’t think we can fix them.

-Then… maybe we need to let it fall and start anew.

-No Mariano, not this time. You and Dolores need to talk, mend your relationship and forget about this entire thing. – she was doing the right thing, it shouldn’t hurt, it shouldn’t feel like she’s stabbing her own heart repeatedly, and yet she’s holding onto his hand afraid to let go even if her words are telling him to. This is all wrong.

-She broke up with me. I won’t beg her to take me back because she’s too wonderful to deserve such a jerk as me. I’m not saying you deserve idiots, of course not, you deserve the world. What I mean is that Dolores deserves to be taken to the moon by someone who is not me all while I try to bring the moon down to you.

-Mariano… por favor.

-Stop you stupid donkey! ¡Para! ¿Dónde está Luisa cuando la necesitas?

Osvaldo came up the bridge following a rather fast donkey with ropes around its neck. He should definitely start exercising or that gut of his would earn him a heart attack while chasing donkeys. Not a very glamorous way to go to be honest. There was sweat in his brow as he squatted to even out his breathing before running after the animal once more. Alma felt Mariano’s hand pull her towards him, a shadow of anger and possession crossing his features as he watched the older man. He didn’t seem to notice the pair until he stood a few feet away, an apologetic grin on his mouth.

-Señora, Mariano. How are you on this good day?

-Perfectly alright. – she had never heard him use such a cold tone with anyone, it worried her that he was acting this way towards the man, he must have done something to hurt Mariano to get such a treatment from him.

-Good, good, ay, ¿qué te ha pasado Mariano? Parece que te ha atropellado un tren.

-Accidents happen, but they are none of your business.

-Of course. I… I should apologise for the other night.

-La señora is right here, better now than never.

-I’m so sorry Señora for having tried to… to take advantage of your tipsy state. I was a bit drunk but there are no excuses in this world to cover for my behaviour.

-There, it wasn’t so hard now, was it?

-No, no. Mejor, esto… mejor me voy. I have to catch my donkeys now that Luisa is taking her well-deserved break.

Without another word he was running for his life after the donkey, Mariano’s soft grasp on her hand never faltering. Alma wasn’t confused, not at all; she felt as if she had just landed on another planet, completely lost. Osvaldo had tried… What the hell? Did someone pour aphrodisiacs in the drinks and the entirety of Encanto had found itself lusting after her? ¡Que puñetas! Then Mariano spoke and everything fell in place at last. “I should have thrown him out when he tried to touch you.”

The music was loud, far too loud for Dolores but the perfect volume for Alma, who swayed from side to side as Agustín played, his eyes never leaving Julieta as she twirled around him. For a man so prone to accidents he sure as hell could play flawlessly. Her glass had been refilled, no idea with what, but it was sweet and delicious, so who the hell cared. Everyone was laughing and dancing, and she had her eyes on a couple of men that had been after her for centuries. Maybe she could indulge in a bit of harmless fun, she wasn’t made out of stone after all. She had found herself once or twice eyeing a younger man that flashed her with wide smiles and made her feel all giddy and young, as if she were twenty years old. Physically she didn’t look her age, and if she weren’t Alma Madrigal she might enjoy showing a bit more of her body around town, but she had an image to maintain, so her secret weapons would have to remain hidden. What a shame. Taking a sip from her drink she eyed the crowd; she felt like dancing but Pepa was all over her husband and most of the men were called for, a hint of sadness tainting her happy mood until she saw him. Mariano carried a plate of buñuelos away from a table on the left side of Casita with a frown before he spotted her, a smile lighting up his mood and features. He was cute, no wonder her granddaughter was infatuated with him.

Making his way over to where she was standing, he left the plate on a table before resting his back against the wall right next to her. Her fingers played with the daisy that he had put in her hair blushing all over. Gracias a Dios it could be blamed on the alcohol and not on the fact that he was so close and so handsome. Eyeing him wasn’t a crime, she could do that, flirt even, play with him, she felt so bold and capable of having anything or anyone in the world. She was the most beautiful woman in the room. Whatever was in the glass was certainly giving her all the confidence she had been lacking in the past few weeks.

-You should have got Isabela’s gift. You would look gorgeous with blossoms on your hair every time you blush. It suits you. – ¡¡Dios, que mono!! Her face was now a beautiful cherry colour, a stupid girlish smile on her face as her fingers played with her sleeve as not to look at him. The song changed into something far more sensual; when the hell had Agustín learnt to play tangos? Looking up at him and seeing Julieta with part of her skirt pinned onto her short bloomers, some locks of hair cascading down her back and a rose in her hands all while sitting on the piano looking at her husband as if she was about to devour him made Alma realise that she didn’t have to hold back, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Her oldest, the most demure, calm and sweet of all her children had her right leg out for Agustin to drink in, the rose playing with his neck, why the hell couldn’t she do the same?

Downing the glass, Alma coughed slightly before leaving it next to the buñuelos and grabbing Mariano’s hand. He wasn’t about to complain, he had been dying to dance with her all night, half the room had been trying to, but not everyone had the right to get the great Alma, hell no, the only one with that privilege was Felix and only because he was the best dancer. Agustin wasn’t bad, but he seemed to only possess that ability when he was dancing with Julieta, with everyone else he just simply would land on the floor or over a vase, one of Isabela’s cactuses, it didn’t matter. Being included in the list made Mariano swell with pride and earn a few scornful looks from the other men in the room who had been dying to get their hands on her. He was ready to seduce this lady on the dance floor and claim himself as champion over Felix. Although she had been the one to pull him to the middle of the room it was him who took one of her hands while the other one was pressed to the small of her back pulling her against him.

-Do you feel capable of handling me, muchacho?

-Espera y verás.

He pulled her impossibly close to him before starting to move his feet, his eyes burning her entire being as he carried her all over the floor. Anyone watching them would be worried they were going to kill each other by the way they were furiously looking at one another, but in reality they were on fire, so close to setting the room alight and at the same time oblivious to everything around them. His hands were gripping hers so tightly as if he was afraid she would vanish from his grasp, but she had no intention of escaping him. Quite the contrary, she was almost begging internally for him to passionately dance her around the courtyard as if there wouldn’t be a tomorrow, living in the moment. After a twirl she was slammed back into his chest, her free hand on the back of his neck to steady herself as their feet battled over the tiles. Turning her around, her back was against his chest, arm stretched holding onto his hand, his breath tickling her ear as he inhaled in her essence all while her other hand was still in the back of his head. Vanilla and soft touches of lavender assaulted his senses while his face was pressed to the side of her head, her soft hair caressing his cheek as he pulled her close with his hand on her waist. The men in the room seemed to be angry, almost furious at the way he seemed to be handling Alma and even more at the way she was responding, her hips swaying ever so slightly as he moved them both around the tiles once more.

Julieta only had eyes for Agustin and Pepa and Felix seemed to be enjoying their own personal tango in the corner, Bruno happily eating every buñuelo he could find without paying much attention to his own mother. The grandkids were flipping though, staring at their abuela. When the fuck had she learnt to do that?! Mariano’s hand travelled all the way from her waist up to her neck, his fingertips brushing the side of her chest until it rested on the side of her neck, turning her skilfully to look at him, fronts once more pressed together, his hand on her cheek while hers pulled his face down towards her, just a few inches separating them as the music came to a halt. Alma seemed to still be in a trance staring at his brown eyes as he stared at hers, only briefly turning her head away to see Julieta with her arms around her husband’s neck, their kiss lasting only a few seconds but it seemed to give Agustín a boost of energy that allowed him to play another song breaking the spell the tango had created around Mariano and Alma.

He let go of her after a few seconds still breathing heavily and walked towards the drink stand. Water, he needed water, something to keep him hydrated and occupied so as not to think of Alma’s soft skin underneath his fingertips, the way her warm dress had felt in his palm, her short gasps when he breathed down her neck just for a second. Dios she was intoxicating. She might have been in a bit of shock from everything, but the confidence was still there and she wasn’t about to let go of this, it had felt good, so incredibly good and she hadn’t felt so close to jumping into the precipices since she was a young girl. Following him she didn’t quite see the glances others were giving her, anger, sadness, jealousy… Some of them were whispering things she didn’t quite catch, not that she cared. Her heart was beating so fast against her ribs she was sure it would escape any minute as she got closer to the table only to be stopped by a hand around her wrist. She turned her head so fast to look at whoever had stopped her that a quiet crack was heard, Osvaldo’s face just a foot away from hers, the smell of cheap wine and too many dulces de leche surrounding the figure.

-¡Alma! ¿Dónde vas tan rápido? Dance with me.

-Suéltame Osvaldo.

-Ohhh, venga, come on. I want to do those things Marianito has done to you too… and who knows… - his voice was quiet as he got closer to her ear. He should eat less dulces and more mints, Jesús, he stank so much. – I might do more to you than you could ever imagine.

-Unhand me this instant o juro por Dios that I’ll crush you like a grape until there’s nothing left of you except an imprint on the cobblestones.

Like a radar Mariano picked up on her distress even if he was six feet away, her face flushed with anger as she spoke to Osvaldo twisting her arm so he would let go. Visceral anger filled his chest, his eyes flashing fire as he made his way to her. Alma’s words were quiet, furious, dangerous and so powerful. Fear flashed over Osvaldo’s features but his grip didn’t falter, and it made Mariano even more angry, if possible.

-I’m sure I can make it better, I’m sure I can make you feel good, more than that child could ever – his other hand was close to her face but Mariano wasn’t having it, like hell he was letting some other man touch her. His hand grasped Osvaldo’s pushing it away standing in between Alma and him.

-Let go of her right now. I won’t warn you, if you don’t let go I’ll rip your arm off.

-You and how many?

-I can do it on my own, want to try?

After a few seconds of a staring contest Osvaldo let go of her wrist leaving the room in anger and frustration. It seemed as some sort of warning for the rest of the men in the room who watched how possessive and protective he was of her. Once he was out of his range of vision Mariano turned to Alma, inspecting her wrist carefully, thankful that the skin underneath the sleeve seemed to still be flawless, perfect with its olive tinges and warm tones, still pale, soft… The touch sent electric sparkles up her arm.

-¿Estás bien? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?

-I could handle it just fine, Mariano, he’s afraid of me. – she smirked up at him, chuckling even at the revelation. He had been afraid of her since that day when Isabela had apparently thrown a cactus at him when he complained about Luisa not overworking herself and she had thrown her shoe at him when no one was looking. She hit him right on the head with perfect aim even though he had been at the end of the street. When she got home she raised her arms in the air in triumph; she still had it! Julieta refused to take the spikes out for three days until he came crying because he couldn’t sit down or sleep. Served him right.

-I know you could, but that doesn’t mean you have to.

He was so close to her, her wrist still in his hand but she didn’t pull away. This feeling was so well known to her, pure lust, she had felt it many times in the last fifty years but had never indulged into the feeling, she was far too proper to let something so carnal take over her judgement, but now there was nothing stopping her. Her common sense had flown out the window the instant his hands had been on her as they danced, her confidence and ego through the roof.

-Have you ever danced with anyone like that before Marianito?

-No. I usually don’t get the chance. Parties are too loud, you know.

-I know of someone who can be just as loud. – wow, that was bold even for her intoxicated state! Well done, Alma, a small pat on her own back. It certainly did the trick, his pupils dilating with the thought or the image of what she was implying.

-Really? Maybe you can… show me.

It wasn’t a question or a request in Alma’s ears, it was a command, and one that she would comply with gladly. Grabbing him by the front of his guayabera she pushed her way to the empty kitchen. Even if people were seeing them they were too smashed to remember in the morning, lucky strike for them she guessed. There wasn’t a door to close and although they were alone anyone could come in at any moment, and deep down it thrilled Alma to no end. Before she could even take on her surroundings she was pinned against the counter, both his arms on each side resting them over the cold surface, her hands grasping his guayabera to steady herself. She liked this fighting for dominance situation. It burned her from the inside like a fire that she couldn’t control, and to be honest she didn’t want to. Fifty years of fighting her natural instincts, she was so bloody tired of locking all that away. To hell with decency, she deserved happiness and to have some fun.

-How loud can this person you’ve been talking about be?

-Come and find out.

-Here? Where everyone can hear and see?

-Si, aquí.

Eager he didn’t need her to say more, his lips crashing against hers. Dios santo, she was sweeter than anything he had ever imagined, soft, warm and so incredibly intoxicating. He could smell the lavender from her hair so strongly now, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist to hold her against him all while her hands found themselves grabbing onto his hair, almost pulling. He groaned at the feeling, but his mission was to hear her, every sound she could make, from gasps and whimpers to screams, anything that he could squeeze out of her would be like oxygen for his lungs. His tongue licked her lips, asking to be let in, which was granted swiftly, the taste of alcohol and sweets overwhelming Alma to the point where the only response she could muster was a soft moan that was muffled by Mariano’s lips. He was sure she could louder, much louder. Sadly they had to part when their lungs started screaming for air, but that didn't mean a thing to him, his lips simply moved onto her cheek where he left several soft kisses so different from the lustful one they had just shared. Although he wanted to take her right there he also wanted this to be the most wonderful experience for her, Lord knows when was the last time she had done this.

Her hands didn’t let go of his hair, she needed them to be holding onto something, grounding her or she would melt in a puddle on the floor, besides, it helped a lot. She would pull whenever he was doing something good, really good to her, or remain brushing her fingers through his scalp when he was doing sweet things, a good indicator he was pushing all her right buttons. His lips travelled to her neck, just underneath her ear, right where he had been just a few minutes earlier when they had been dancing. His warm breath sent goosebumps all over her skin along with a quiet gasp that turned into a surprised yelp when he licked the skin, switching in between kisses and licks that made her whimper and whisper his name in a sultry tone. One of her hands let go and pressed itself on the counter to steady her shaking body, his lips travelling again down to her neck placing butterfly kissing over the exposed skin. She wanted more, needed more but her usual clothes prevented her from getting his lips all over her body, cursing quietly both at her outfit and him when he sucked on her pulse point underneath her jaw. She felt as if she were about to die on the spot, and they had barely started.

One of his hands began a journey from the small of her back towards her neck making sure it would move just above her right breast, her breath hitching when she felt the ghostly touch. He was teasing and she was loving every second of it. He stopped kissing her when his fingers got to the neck of the dress, making Alma open her eyes to look at him in frustration. Did he want to stop all this? She certainly didn’t, but if he had doubts she wouldn’t continue, but his eyes were not looking at her with regret as she feared. They were looking with love. It made her heart skip a beat when those chocolate pools stared at her, her breathing quickening as the other hand moved from her back to her cheek as he tilted his head as if he were asking for permission. It took her a minute to realise that he was asking just that, if he could undress her but she had been too lost in that unmeasurable love his eyes seemed to be radiating. Nodding slowly she granted him an answer to his silent question. With a smile his lips returned to hers but this time the feeling was completely different, this one was slower, more caring as if he was pouring all his feelings into her and she couldn’t help but feel a wave of unconditional passion that used to belong to another time. His fingers moved skilfully over the first couple of buttons before a noise right outside the kitchen forced them to part, irritation and frustration filling their chests.

-¡NOOOOOOO tengo hambre, tengo AN-SIEDAD! - Bruno had just burst into the kitchen singing with a couple rats on his head and buñuelos falling from his pockets as he danced a ridiculous dance right on the spot where he stood, turning on himself while moving his arms and fists. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself if that little intoxicated smile was an indicator. He didn’t see them until he was on his third turn, confusion all over his face. - ¡Mami! What are you doing here?

-It’s my house.

-Ohhhh, right. But the music… Hala, you can still hear it here. I have to tell Mirabel, she’s going to flip! She made music move from room to room!

-La madre que lo parió, que fui yo. Si, Brunito. Go on, look for her and tell her.

-I will, but I need to find food first. I’m starving.

-Have you checked your pockets?

-¿Qué? What pockets Mariano?

-The ones your pants seem to have?

-My pants… MY PANTS HAVE POCKETS! AND THERE’S FOOD IN THEM! I have a portal to the pantry in my pockets! I have to tell Julieta!

The next second he was running out into the courtyard at a speed that made one of rats fall right to the floor and chase him with little squeaks. The tension dissipated and the only thing they could do was laugh. Alma started giggling, heading for Mariano and taking his hand, soon the man joined her, chuckling until they were both laughing their asses off, Alma resting her head on his chest while Mariano had a hand on his face. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to go to the kitchen but at least it hadn’t been that bad, it could have been much worse. After a few minutes she dried her eyes from the tears and looked up at him. He was smiling, that veil of love still in his eyes. Nothing had changed when Bruno had broken the spell. This time lust wasn’t clouding her judgement and with her free hand he pulled him down sweetly to kiss his lips. It was short but it promised so much more.

-I think we should take this somewhere else. I would suggest the music room but Luisa is bound to go in there when Agustín is done with the piano and they move on to other instruments.

-Couldn’t we go to your room?

-My room? It’s an old woman’s bedroom, there’s nothing exciting or beautiful. It’s quite simple actually.

-I wouldn’t be going there for the decorations. Anywhere you are it’s beautiful. But if you don’t want me there…

-No! I mean… Si, I want you there. I just wanted to… kind of warn you that it’s not like Pepa’s room or Isabela’s. It’s an ordinary one, nothing special about it.

-Except for its owner. She seems pretty exceptional to me.

She was about to melt right into the kitchen floor, becoming one with Casita. Her skin had changed from that lovely warm tone to a bright cherry colour. When was the last time someone had complimented her like that? Sincerely, of course, she got plenty of fake ones throughout the day from these old creeps that just wanted to get a Madrigal. Mariano sure as hell knew what he was doing to make her feel wanted, incredible, beautiful. He took both her hands and started walking towards the exit, but she stopped him.

-Why don’t we ask Casita for some help getting up there? I really don’t feel like seeing anyone.

-Whatever you say, caramelito.

-Caramelito?

-You are as sweet as candy, I think it suits you, wouldn’t you say?

Casita created a passageway near the back wall so they could get to the second floor without bumping into anyone, Alma pulling him towards it without resistance. Just before stepping on the first stair she turned and kissed him, both her arms around his neck pulling him towards her. He was taller than her and she had to stand on her tiptoes but it was worth it, the way he tasted, the way his lips felt on hers, his hands moving down from her back to her ass. It was unexpected but rather pleasant, bringing a moan as he kneaded her flesh through the fabric. Even through the dress he could feel how firm and round it was. He thanked heaven above for her remaining active for the last fifty years. When they parted they were breathing hard and fast, lust burning inside them once more, pupils dilated, senses enhanced. They couldn’t get upstairs fast enough, jumping the stairs two by two in their hurry to get there as soon as possible. The hallway of the second floor was deserted and mysteriously her door was just to the right of the archway Casita had created. She really had some tricks up her tiles. Quickly she headed for the door fumbling with the doorknob for a minute before Mariano pressed his own hand over hers, steadying her. Twisting it, it opened up and suddenly she had fear and nervousness bubbling inside her chest, her body shaking slightly.

-Alma, relax, we can stop if you want. We can do it some other time or not do it at all. What do you want?

-I want you. I want all of you, if… you want… me.

-How can I not want you? - reversing roles he was the one to guide her into the room, the door closing behind them once they were a few feet inside, her heart beating like a maniac against her ribs. They were doing this! This is not a drill, it’s happening! IT'S HAPPENING! She could have collapsed if it hadn’t been for Mariano’s hands holding hers taking her up the short stairs to her bedroom. - You are the most wonderful woman in existence, smart, kind, hardworking… I couldn’t think of someone who would not want to spend time with you.

-I didn't used to be kind.

-You were a different kind of nice. Don’t punish yourself, things have gotten better, and I’m very proud of you.

-You are proud of me? You almost married Isabela because of me, because I wanted a life for her that I didn’t get.

-But you stopped it right on time. Estoy muy orgulloso de ti. Let go of the pain Alma. Let me take it away for you.

She wasn’t going to stop him. In the privacy of her room they could be themselves, show their weaknesses and their wants, there was no need to hold back. He could sense her nervousness and wasn’t going to rush anything, make her uncomfortable by any means, his lips gracing her forehead softly earning a sigh from her, finally feeling her stop shaking. When she lifted her head to look at him he could see her soul through her dark eyes, as if a thick curtain had been drawn away and she was showing herself to him just as she was. There was fear, but also want, lust, trust and slowly it seemed as if a small sparkle of love was growing. This time there was no need for words of reassurance, her previous deflated confidence returning with a newfound strength, the only thing needed was for her to nod and he would comply with her every wish. His fingers traced her two unfastened buttons and the skin underneath sending shivers down her spine.

They hadn’t turned any lamps on, the only source of light coming from the candle resting on the windowsill and the courtyard although up here it wasn’t really reaching them much. If he could freeze time at any moment in his life it would be this, the way the soft glow shone against her greying hair and olive skin made her look ethereal, as if an angel had just landed in front of him and granted him his most deepest wish, fingers unhooking each button slowly, taking in the moment as her underdress came into view and with that her heaving chest underneath. If he hadn’t been already on fire he would have burned himself into a pile of dust as he exposed more and more skin with each second. His eyes roamed over her face, travelling south observing her neck, her collarbone, and her gorgeous cleavage. It made his pants feel incredibly tight, almost painful around him, but he paid it no mind, she came first. Reaching her waist there were no more to unfasten, leaving her breathing heavily in anticipation, his hands running up her arms towards her shoulders excruciatingly slowly, teasing, making her almost beg him to get it going, but no sound would come out of her throat. After what felt like an eternity he made it, pushing the dress off carefully so as not to tear it or unexpectedly hurt her, her bare arms free of the fabric that now hung from her hips.

The sight made him want to devour her instantly, he had never seen so much of her skin in his life, he could see every spot, every beauty mark, every freckle, everything. His hands on her flesh made her gasp as his fingers traced her collarbones examining every single bit of skin with his fingertips before lowering his lips. His mouth on her was to die for, she was melting in his embrace, one of his arms around her waist holding her as he felt her knees buckle underneath her, soft kisses over every inch of skin he could find. Now that her entire neck was free he could see her pulsing point matching her fast heartbeat, sucking right on it. He smiled when she yelped and moaned loudly with her hands on his hair once more. She pulled him off of her after a couple of minutes a slight tinge of pain coming from his scalp. Her eyes were almost black and her skin was flushed, a smirk on her lips. She let go of his hair, but pushed him towards the wall, where she slammed him before undoing his guayabera. She was working much faster and diligently than he had, her urgency obvious in her movements. The whole thing was off in under a minute laying next to her wardrobe. She bit her lip at the sight that greeted her, his broad chest, strong and masculine, firm as she placed her hands over it delighting on the fact that she had him all for herself. Still looking at him she lowered her lips to his chest, just a few inches underneath his collarbone kissing and nibbling on the flesh watching as his eyes were undressing her, taking her, devouring every inch of her body and more. When her hands paused on the waistband of his pants she felt his over hers preventing her from doing anything but keep them there. Of course he wanted to get rid of the fabric, but he wanted her to reach the highest peak, to be in utter bliss before he got what he wanted. Taking her by surprise he turned them around pressing her back against the wall, her hands trapped at either side of her head.

-Eager are we? Oh, don’t worry, you’ll see what I have planned for you.

-Please, Mariano.

-You want more? - she nodded, not sure her voice would work right now. The way he was speaking to her with that husky tone was driving her up the wall. With one swift motion her dress was on the floor leaving her just in her underdress, shoes and underwear. Now it was his turn to wear the smirk as he kneeled before her taking one of her legs to undo her boot and throw it far away not caring where it landed, his fingers hiking up the thin outfit until he reached the hem of her stocking just a little above her knee, pulling the entire thing off with one quick blow, accidentally ripping the material, but neither of them cared, not now. His hands moved onto the other leg where he swiftly performed the same actions leaving her almost bare before him. She had never felt so worked up over something in her life, her breaths coming in short huffs as his hands travelled higher and higher underneath her thin dress; her calves soft and strong under his fingers as he massaged them before reaching her knees. He placed soft kisses there that had her biting her lip before he carried on torturously over her thighs until he hit her bloomers. It surprised him to see that she wore short ones, he assumed that they helped with movement, and Alma spent her entire day walking up and down the village, lucky shot for him though. He could have pulled them down right then but he wanted to see more of her reactions, his hands heading upwards over the sides of her pubic bone until he reached the waist band.

He could do it, he could have her right now and yet the only thing he was doing was look up at her and tilt his head again. Once more he asked her what she wanted and she nodded way faster than any respectable decent woman would have, not that she cared. They were wayyyy past that point. He smiled, of course she said yes, and finally his fingers pulled the garment down, sliding it down her legs until it laid on the floor. She was only a dress away from being completely naked in front of him but he wanted to preserve that moment of opening his present for the right moment, for when he laid her on the bed completely drained in ecstasy. His hands were once more under her clothes but this time there was nothing keeping him from discovering her, loving her. He chuckled as an idea came to him earning him a raised eyebrow when his head disappeared underneath the garment. Before she could ask him what he was doing she gave a quiet scream followed by his name, his face buried in between her legs. How could have she lived without this? Her hands twitched in need to hold onto something as his tongue licked her folds softly, carefully, almost in a teasing manner. Before he knew it she had lifted her underdress and had taken hold of his hair once more pulling him closer. Dios, she felt as if she was dying with each lick, but she needed more, wanted more, her hips starting to grind against his face. She was trying hard not to fuck him like that, but the urgency of the movements had to give him a hint that he could go faster, explore more, anything. As in queue his lips planted kisses on each thigh before diving onto her fully. His tongue parted her lips carefully as he plunged it inside of her feeling her tight walls squeezing him. This was the anything that she needed, her moans growing in volume and intensity. But he wanted more from her, he knew he could make it better, so much better and so he stopped his ministrations just for a second, earning him a small whine of disapproval, before he headed for the small bud above her soaking lips, giving it a soft stroke to know exactly where she stood in regards to it. A scream echoed all over the room which was quickly muffled by placing a hand on her lips to keep quiet as he sucked, hard, over and over again. Her legs were starting to shake but he wanted to drive her insane, make her scream his name until she couldn’t speak. One of the hands with which he had been holding her hips in place travelled to the inside of her thighs guiding his fingers up and down her folds as he continued his tongue tricks. Without warning he pushed one finger inside. She cared no more of who could hear her, if she woke up half of the village, if she was rendered mute after tonight, she didn’t give a shit. Her moans were loud with each stroke, every time he pumped the finger in and out of her. She could feel herself getting closer by the second.

-Don’t… Dios, no pares. No pares.

He smiled against her, his movements growing eager and fast as she whimpered in anticipation as the feeling of burning cold fire started enveloping her entire being, black spots beginning to form under her eyelids. He pushed another finger inside, her back arching off the wall, both hands pulling so strongly on his hair that she was sure he was hunting him, but neither of them seemed to care as she hit her highest peak with a scream that he would never forget, legs shaking furiously around his head. He stilled his movements helping her ride it out with soft licks to collect the sweet juices he was giving him until he felt her let go of him, breaths coming in short, but he wouldn’t let her rest, not yet. He started again, his fingers curling just slightly as he pumped in and out so fast he was splashing her juices over his arm and down her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tried to tell him to stop, but he was abusing her oversensitive clit with strong sucks and fast strokes enabling her from communicating with him, until his teeth brushed it softly and she came a second time, her orgasm so hard it made her scream at the top of her lungs until it became a quiet yell, her eyes completely shut and her legs giving out underneath her, accidentally sitting on Mariano’s shoulders unable to remain standing for a second longer as he helped her ride out this one as well. When he felt her go limp he carefully placed both hands on her waist as he unearthed himself from in between her legs watching her flushed skin and heaving chest, holding her up so she wouldn’t slide all the way to the floor.

-¿Estas bien? I hope I didn’t overdo it.

-I’m… - she couldn’t even talk, he had made magic happen. She simply nodded letting her body rest over his, after all it had been an eternity since she had experienced something like this and she was a bit out of practice. Swiftly he picked her up and carried her to the bed laying her over the mattress. Casita must have removed the covers while they were… busy. She could have gone to sleep, but her body, although still coming down from her pleasure, wanted more, and she had to take care of him. When she opened her eyes he was above him, her juices still glistening on his mouth and chin sending a wave of pleasure and longing all over her. He lowered himself until his lips were just an inch away, brushing them softly against hers. The bastard was teasing again! She soon got tired of him being careful and initiated a much bolder kiss tasting herself on his lips as she bit down softly on his lower lip to gain entrance, both tongues battling for a couple of minutes until they had to break apart. Her hands were resting on her sides, still trembling every once in a while but she could think of a better use for them. They grasped the waistband of his pants once more and this time he didn’t stop her, he was fighting the urge to beg her to take them off, his groin hard and painful in its confinement.

-Tell me, what do you want? - even after he had rendered her speechless and unable to move she still held all the power, commanding him as if he were just a servant to her needs. He loved it. -I’ll tell you what I want. Undress me.

Her words made him groan at the way they made him twitch. He was starting to doubt who held the power here. Pushing the chemise all the way to her head it was removed with a swift fluid motion landing on the floor beside the bed. He sat next to her for several minutes admiring her body. Time had been a most wonderful friend to her, stomach flat except for small bit of weight underneath her belly button, he suspected that was some baby weight she had never been able to get rid of adorned with white stretch marks that spoke of a miracle bigger than any magic, something her and only her had performed so many years ago, her thighs were strong and soft from all the walking but they were decorated with stretch mark as well along the upper part where it met the hip. He couldn’t understand how some men could find that disgusting, he was admiring each and one of them knowing that they were part of her and what she had been through, what her body had done and how it had healed. He loved every part of her including this. He lowered his lips over her hips and kissed every mark he could see in the dim light of the candle that showered Alma’s body with a light that brought out just the most beautiful features. She watched how he kissed her, washing away all the doubts she had over her ageing body and her insecurities. No one had seen her naked since her Pedro, but she was glad Mariano was the one she was sharing this moment with. His lips switched to her belly, making sure he poured all his love into every single kiss, his hands warm as they rubbed small circles on the sides of her tummy.

She felt tears in her eyes, but she didn’t want to cry, she didn’t want him to think he was doing something wrong. He was doing everything just right. But she wasn’t very good at hiding it. He heard a quiet sniffle and saw the instant he looked up, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. He was quick to stop his ministrations and take her face in his hands.

-Are you alright? Have I done something wrong?

-No, no. I just… got a bit overwhelmed. I was afraid you might not like me as I am, after all I’m much older.

-You are gorgeous, and if someone tries to tell you otherwise I’ll have a word or two with them. You have spots and freckles, so what? They are like constellations that have escaped the sky and drawn their figures on your skin for us to find our way home. - his fingertips drew random shapes on her freckled chest, careful not to initiate anything when she was so vulnerable in front of him. - You have little beauty marks. I once heard that they are areas where a past loved one used to kiss us. Maybe, every little mark you have is a place where Pedro used to love you. How can that be ugly? How can I not adore every place he’s loved before when I know how much you cherish him. Every single mark on your skin is a blessing to guide me as I try to make you happy. - he kissed her cheek, her neck, her forearms, all the places where he could find them excluding her legs, just in case. There would be plenty of time in the future to look for each and everyone of them. - You have stretch marks, why would that bother me? It shows that your body has grown, not only to make room for your children, but also because skin stretches and we gain weight and lose it. It means your body can create new skin and heal. Every cell in this body is wonderful, beautiful and a miracle. You have some weight; to hell with it. You carried three children at the same time, you should have a sculpture in the plaza! - at last he made her smile, tears sliding softly down the sides of her face and disappearing in between her locks of hair. His hand rested on her cheek, his warm palm reassuring her that all he was saying was true. - I’m not here with a twenty year old, I’m with you. Every inch of your body should be cherished. You have grey hairs, well, I have always preferred silver. It’s much more majestic. And don’t get me started on your chest. If as soon as we had come through those doors you had shown me your beautiful breasts I would have died on the spot. They are round and heavy and they’ve dropped a little bit with time? They are the most gorgeous things I have ever seen in my life. You’ve nursed three lives with them and they still look wonderful. Isn’t all this enough proof that you, as a whole, are beautiful Alma Madrigal?

She didn’t need to hear more, he had boosted her confidence and now it was over the roof. She sat on the bed, his hand still on her cheek as she pulled him close. She just needed to be held, her face hidden on the small of his neck breathing in the soft scent of pine and fruit. He didn’t move an inch, just circled his arms around her giving her whatever she wanted. He already knew that if asked he would die for her, he would kill for her, but having her so vulnerable and bare in his arms was something no one in this entire lifetime would ever be able to take away. Maybe he wouldn’t get to finish what she had started, but he didn't care as long as she was happy and believed with every fiber of her being that she was indeed the most beautiful woman in the room, everywhere. When she pulled away the only thing she could do was stare at him with as much love as she felt for him, it wasn’t much, but it was growing with each passing second. She was falling down the abyss and she couldn’t care less. With both hands on his face she got closer to his face but didn’t kiss him, just stared at his wondrous brown eyes before speaking.

-Make love to me.

It was a whisper, nothing more than a request in hushed voices, but it meant the world to him, because he was being trusted with the most sacred act of all. His hands were quick to let her hair fall down her back, soft curls cascading before he gently laid her down once more. He kicked his shoes off along with his pants, socks and underwear before placing himself on top of her, completely naked. Her eyes couldn’t stop from wandering downwards to look at him. She gasped quietly at the sight, his member thick and long, maybe a bit above average. He quickly made her look at him by raising her chin, kissing her nose softly, he didn’t want her to be scared or worried. He parted her legs softly before placing them over his thighs to support her, one hand resting beside her head and the other guiding him to her entrance. He didn’t push inside, not yet, just rested the tip in between her folds. Something was missing, there was something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on that wasn’t making this whole thing incredible. Alma sensed his distress, taking his hands on hers and interlacing their fingers to reassure him, calm him down. That’s what they had been missing, their hands together. Nodding up at him he slowly entered her making sure not to hurt her, groaning at the feeling of her tight warm walls encircling him from every angle. She didn’t disappoint, a moan escaped her throat as her eyes rolled to the back of her head briefly before returning to look at him. He let her adjust for several seconds until she whined in frustration at not getting any kind of friction. He began his movements with careful sweetness watching her bite her lip at the explosion of sensations that she had forgotten, drinking in every single one of his movements and touches. She held his hands, squeezing whenever he hit a pleasant spot and yet he hadn’t hit THE spot and she was getting rather frustrated by how close he was and how far at the same time. He felt her grow stiff underneath him everytime he moved in a certain way, but her face didn’t show pain. Letting go of one of her hands just for a moment he moved one of her legs to rest on his shoulder changing the angle and letting him go in a bit deeper than before. She screamed in pleasure as he finally hit it, her hips bucking to meet his pace, finding a nice rhythm soon enough. His hand returned to holding hers as he began pounding faster and harder, her moans and screams continuing almost as if they were one, not pausing to breathe, just sinking in the pleasure that he was providing her with. He began to feel the oh so familiar feeling of his orgasm growing but Alma hadn’t reached hers yet. He kissed her hard before he began to suck and lick on the skin of her collarbone leaving little red marks that he was sure would bruise in the morning before taking one of her nipples in his mouth. The flesh was warm and soft just like the rest of her, but so incredibly alluring to him as he watched her open her mouth in a silent O feeling her walls clench around him, but she wasn’t close enough yet. He played with both breasts until she was squirming underneath him begging him for more, to take her faster and harder, and of course he delivered. He let go of her breast and took her free hand bringing it to where they were joined and began playing with her bud. It was enough to send her over the edge, her scream leaving a soft ringing in his ears as her entire body shook and her back arched off the bed so much she was almost sitting on it, Mariano pounding hard and fast until he reached his own peak a minute later emptying himself inside her. He held her close as they came down from their height breathing as if they had just discovered oxygen. They remained sitting on the bed until he could feel Alma had stopped trembling and carefully laid them both down making sure not to slide out of her just yet. She remained with her eyes closed for several minutes trying to control her lungs. Slowly she opened them tiredly to meet his.

-¿Estas bien? I thought I had lost you there for a minute.

-I’m fine. Wow, my voice sounds horrible.

-Well, that last scream was powerful. Like you could have broken glass with it.

-No seas tonto. - she tried to feing anger but the corner of her mouth betrayed her. Carefully he slid out making her whine at the loss of contact but wrapped his arms around her while covering them with the blanket. They laid over the mattress face to face. - Gracias. For the things you said and… for this.

-I would do anything for you and I think you know that. Rest, you’ve earned it.

-You won’t regret this in the morning, will you?

-No. Anything I do with you Alma is the best and everyday I get to be with you in the most important of my life.

-Stay with me. You won’t go will you? - it broke his heart how she had asked him, almost with fear that when she opened her eyes tomorrow he would be gone and she would find herself alone once more. He didn’t want her to feel like that ever again. He kissed her lips softly rubbing his thumb over her rosy cheek.

-Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. Lo prometo.

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Auxilium (College!Xiao x College!Reader)

TW: mentions blood, depression, anxiety

note: it's my first time writing and posting something on tumblr so im sorry if it's bad!! reader is gn hehe.

Late February was never a good time for Xiao.

It was the second month of the year; People were starting to adjust and adapt to the ever-changing and progressing timeline. Although, he never really understood the concept of the "New year, new me!" shtick. Humans make decisions that eventually shape their personalities. What does a new year have anything to do with that? Does a change in the year automatically make you a good person? Does it make you less of an asshole than you might already be? He never really understood.

He found it rather silly, actually. Whenever a new year rolls around, Xiao would mutter silent curses to himself because he'd write the wrong year on his papers. Other than that, there wasn't any significant changes he made in his daily routine. He was still the same Xiao; The same anxious, mildly depressed, and coffee-high art major Xiao.

Now, Xiao was a respected figure in their college (or at least, that's what he was told). He was one of the most talented artists at Tokyo University, and professors have been eyeing him for a scholarship overseas (he, along with his brooding and mysterious senior, Diluc). His keen eye for details always produce great results as most of his portraits are featured in the university's gallery of students' greatest works. Not to mention, one of his larger canvas works were displayed at the Tokyo Museum, making him one of the youngest artists to have their art showcased there.

Admittedly, Xiao was aware of how people admired his talent. Unfortunately, due to a rough childhood where his parents barely showed him any love and affection, he had trouble reflecting his true emotions onto other people. That's why other art majors often labelled him as a self-absorbed, egotistical prick.

Xiao was the last person you'd want to compliment. It's not that he'd be a dick about it or that he'd scowl at you and act as if he was better than you in every way possible. It wasn't like that at all. It's simply because Xiao doesn't know how to handle compliments. He'll still keep his stoic face, lips pressed in a straight line, but deep inside, he'd be flustered to bits. He'd try to internalize his reply, stitching together the right words to express his gratitude, but it would always take him a few minutes. The person who complimented him would've already left after he finally constructed the sentence in his head. Not that he wasn't used to it

This led to Xiao earning his current reputation, as stated earlier. He was already expecting the rest of his college years to be spent alone in his studio, working on his artworks during the wee hours of the night, high on the fumes of his paint palette and his exhausted coffee machine.

Until you came.

Kaoru was... eccentric. You were loud, you were moody. He felt like you'd be the type of person he'd hate dealing with just because you was unpredictable. You were like the rain, and Xiao hated the rain.

He must have an Archon's cursed tongue, because he got paired up with you during the first semester of their second year in college. You were a familiar name to him, as you were in the same course since the first year, but he barely knew anything about you since you were in different classes.

"Hey, Xiao! I'm _____. I hope we can be good friends by the end of the semester!" His memory of your bright smile still remains vivid in his head. He wasn't really a brooding type like Diluc, but Xiao liked to believed that he presented himself as a silent person who had no intentions of interacting with other people. So, how were you so bubbly around him? Because she was forced to do so? You were to be his partner for the whole semester, after all. Maybe it was all formalities. Yeah, that's probably it.

"Hm." Xiao gave a nod in her direction, acknowledging your existence. you heard from your friends that the young artist didn't have a pleasing personality, but you weren't expecting to be shutdown from the get-go.

"Mind if I sit beside you?"

Again, a light nod.

You felt the awkward tension between you and Xiao, and you hated it. You were a person who hated it when people are uncomfortable in your presence. You didn't want to be a bother, and you did your best to make everyone like you. Not that you were a people pleaser, nor an attention hog, but you just wanted to get along with everyone.

The lecture was going to begin in twenty minutes, so the lecture hall was yet to be filled with people. You took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the amber eyed man beside you, who was typing away on his laptop. Something about color theory and how it affects the perspective of people on different art types? You couldn't really see that well. He was a fast typer.

"So, Xiao, I heard that your painting was displayed in the Tokyo Museum last year. It must have been an honor. I was at the unveiling last year and I saw it up-close." You started off, testing the waters.

"And what did you think of it?" Xiao cringed internally. He meant to genuinely ask for your feedback regarding his art, but it sounded so harsh that he wanted to punch himself when he saw you wince (or maybe you shuddered because it was cold and you were wearing a sleeveless top? His nerves were getting the better of him at this point).

"Well, a lot of my friends told me that it wasn't anything special,"

Ouch.

"It was a large canvas. I can still remember how it looks. But, maybe that's because I'm at the museum every two weeks," You laughed. You noticed how Xiao's breathing noticeably changed after you started your sentence, and you have to admit that it sounded a bit too mean.

"You know, Xiao. My friends told me that your art was simple. Anyone could have done it. But honestly, they couldn't be more wrong. I love how your piece was painted. Auxilium. I'll never forget what you called it. That's... Help, right?"

At first, Xiao didn't want to listen to this person ramble about an art piece he made during one of the lowest points of his life.

His anti-depressants had run out during that one Christmas. It was 2:47 in the morning. He had morning classes the following day. He had a project to submit, but he was unable to continue working because of the unbearable pain in his chest. His head was throbbing. Voices were invading his mind. Flashbacks of his parents' negligence taunted him. He rushed to grab a glass of water, chugging it down in almost three chugs. He slammed the glass back onto the counter, smashing it into tiny little splinters and cutting himself in the process. His hand was bleeding, there were bits of glass on his counter and on his floor, but he couldn't care less. He was heaving, his breathing was unsteady, he wanted to die right then and there. His vision became blurry, but he rushed back to his studio.

With a bleeding hand, he picked up his brush and began to tear into his canvas. Not literally, but he started to create strokes onto the blank canvas. Different colors, different textures (he swore some of his blood got blended in with the area where he painted the sunrise, but it's fine. No one was going to notice, right?). He screamed and cried, wanting to throw the entire easel out his window.

It was Christmas. He was alone in his apartment. His anti-depressants ran out. He was having a panic attack.

That night led him to having one of the worst breakdowns he could remember, but he also ended up with a gorgeous painting that nabbed him a place in the Tokyo Museum.

"Help," Your voice echoed in his ears, snapping him out of his trance.

"People can tell me that it's nothing more than a simple painting, but the way that the sunrise was only showing in a segmented part of the canvas? The way that there were hints of red? It kind of reminded me how a new day can resemble hope but still contain hurt. Like, the promise of a fresh start isn't guaranteed a good one, right?"

Your words rang in his ears like a gong being hit continuously. He wanted to cry. People always complimented him and congratulated him about being recognized by art critics and national museums, but none of them ever really stopped to talk to him about his art. They were there for his recognition- not his work.

"I mean, you could begin with a fresh start, but wouldn't the remnants of yesterday still take a toll on your tomorrow?"

"Hm. Interesting take. To be honest, those specks could have been my blood." Xiao spoke up, to your surprise. A small smile formed on your face. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all.

"My hand was cut up when I was painting that," He added quietly, not mentioning why his hand was in that state. "I think I accidentally added too much concentrated red. I couldn't blend it out the way I originally planned."

"Oh? But that makes it all the more great, though!" You beamed, "Maybe it was an Archon guiding you? I don't really believe in that stuff, but acknowledging some divine intervention once in a while can't be all bad, no?" You laughed.

"I guess you're right." For the first time in a while, Xiao actually gave someone else a small smile. It wasn't really a smile per se, but his lips curved even the slightest bit upward, and you decided that it was a win for you.

Fast forward to the second semester of their third year.

Late February was never a good time for Xiao.

It had been years since he was clinically-diagnosed with mild depression. So, why was he still that way? Shouldn't new years help him be a better person? Or something like that. Why was he still like this?

Late February meant the end of one semester, and the start of another.

What else did that mean?

His semestral feedback report (he refused to call it a report card. What was he, high school?).

"Xiao? Are you here? I bought almond tofu from Xiangling's place. Sorry for barging in, you weren't answering my calls." He heard your voice from the kitchen and he glanced at the clock on his studio's wall.

1:37 AM.

You were at Xiangling's place because you were working on a report about the history of acrylic paints or whatever it was. You were supposed to go home, but you still dropped by his apartment. He checked his phone.

[ 14 missed calls. ]

Yikes.

"I'm here." He answered meekly, but loud enough for you to hear. He felt tired. Defeated, maybe. He was blankly staring at the canvas in front of him. He has sketched the base of your face and upper body. He was planning on painting a portrait of his beloved to decorate his room with, but he couldn't find the energy to continue.

He could hear the soft "thud"s of your feet walking from the kitchen towards the studio, but he tuned it out with an annoying static he could only hear in his head.

Fuck. Where are they?

He rushed to the drawer next to his easels and rummaged around in a panic.

Where the fuck are they?

He kept a few anti-depressants in his studio because he spends most of his time here and he didn't have time to rush to the kitchen to get them if he ever got a panic attack.

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly, throwing the contents of his desk onto the floor. Some of his paintbrushes scattered on the wooden floor of his studio, marking the wood various colors. Maybe they're going to stain, but he didn't really care.

Xiao heard the footsteps retreating until he couldn't hear anything else except the constant ringing in his ears. It was annoying. It was loud. It started to make him want to split his head open.

"_____," He whispered, feeling his chest hurt and his throat tighten. The passageways helping him breathe seemed to close themselves, giving him a hard time and mocking him. It was coming back again.

Tears started to flood his vision, and they rolled down his red cheeks. He took the ponytail out of his hair and used two hands to tug at his locks starting from the roots. His breathing patterns became more erratic, but he tried his best to stay calm.

His knees and legs felt like jelly. He had to lean against the desk to avoid from toppling over.

Why? Why again? Why now? Why when you were here?

He screamed. It was loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but his care for any external entities was out the window the moment his eyes became blurry with tears.

Even though he was leaning against the desk, his legs still couldn't hold the weight of his entire body. His knees dropped to the floor, and he swore he must've dented the wood below, but he paid no mind to it. His knees were also aching, but he could deal with that later. He bent down and pressed his forehead to the floor.

"_____," He whispered again, longing for his partner. "Auxilium."

"Xiao?" The voice was muffled. His eyes were glued to the floor in front of him, but he knew it was you.

"Xiao, stay with me, honey." There was a hint of panic evident in your voice, but he was glad that you didn't let that get the best of you. You was still somewhat calm.

You kneeled down beside him, helping him back to an upright position.

"Honey, you left these on the counter outside." You handed him two tablets of his anti-depressants, and he gladly placed them in his mouth. You also gave him a glass of water, and he downed it in two swift gulps. Afraid that he might underestimate his strength, he returned the glass back to you instead of setting it down himself, nodding at you in the process.

You got into a more comfortable position where you rested your back against the wall, and you guided Xiao to follow you. It was a difficult task; He was very sensitive during his panic attacks.

His semestral feedback reports always made him anxious. He didn't have to please his parents anymore since he moved out years ago, but Xiao had this nagging feeling inside of him to do better with his academics. Nobody was really pressuring him to be a straight-A student, but did he feel like he needed to be? Who was he trying to prove himself to anyway? You knew about his sever panic attacks and how they were more active if he had a big event coming up. The first time you had to deal with it, you were still stiff and trying to learn how you could help. Now, you takes pride in yourself for being able to handle him in the ways you know would help him the most.

"Here you go, I've got you." You cooed, assisting him with moving. You laid his head flat on her lap and she began stroking his beautiful, tousled forest green locks. The highlights he had under the first layer of his hair started to fade, and you made a mental note to take him to a salon so they could get their highlights redone.

"You know, I've been listening to a lot of Coldplay lately," You started speaking, as if Xiao wasn't about to have a full-on panic attack. "Yellow would have to be one of my favorite songs. I guess it's kinda cheesy, but can you blame me?"

You used your free hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you." You began singing, voice just above a whisper.

"And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow."

Xiao was a reserved person who had a hard time dealing with other people because of his inferiority complex that sprouted when he was young.

"I came along, I wrote a song for you."

He didn't have love and affection growing up. He didn't know how to be the best person to talk to. He had poor communication skills. He was a mess, to be honest.

"And all the things you do. And it was called yellow."

You were the first person who looked past his rough and tough exterior. You were the person who showed interest not just in his name- but in him as a whole.

"So when I took my turn, what a thing to've done."

"Thank you," He murmured silently, noticing that the ringing in his ears vanished. His throat was beginning to open again, and he could finally feel the steady heartbeat he had in his chest.

"And it was all yellow."

Xiao curled himself into a ball, burying his face in your clothed stomach. You smelled a bit like smoke (maybe you ate yakiniku at Xiangling's?) and your faded cologne. It smelled like home. It washed a sense of relief over his entire being. He felt safe. He felt secure. He was being held like a child, but he didn't really mind. Maybe he needed this.

"Your skin. Oh yeah, your skin and bones,"

You craned your neck downwards to look at Xiao's figure. He finally looked peaceful. You knew about his rough past. You knew about the trauma he had to go through, but you chose to look past it because you knew that he was just afraid and... alone. He needed someone to be there for him, and you would rather the world die than leave him alone ever again.

"Turn into something beautiful."

You noticed how his chest started a rhythmic pattern of ups and downs. His breathing was finally steady. He looked at peace. He looked like he was right at home.

"Do you know? You know I love you so."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched him sleep in your lap. How could anyone think that this softie was an asshole?

"You know I love you so."

You barely whispered the last part of the song, but it was loud enough for his heart to hear it. Xiao hated when things were unpredictable; that's why he hated the rain. But now, maybe the idea of rain wasn't so bad. Especially since you were his rain.

"I love you, Xiao."

At that moment, you knew that the involuntary smile on Xiao's face was a response that contained more emotions than his words could ever bear.

"I love you too."

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Don’t You Hear Me Howling? || (M) || 08

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words: 3.8K

→ Contains: mentions of alcohol; wolf shifting; some Alpha-Alpha tension; Y/N making out with a special guest 👀; smut; Jealousy

→ A/n: Thus was supposed to be posted yesterday, but we sort of got lost in the calendar, so here it is now (oops?) we hope it isn't too lame and you guys like it! Also, as mentioned in the warning, there is a special appearance heheh.

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08

As much fun and easygoing as things were for you, you felt glad for the holidays break. You got out of the cab and breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the reservation forest that boarded the neighborhood.

Every year your pack has their own ritual to celebrate your ancestors during the holiday, and you were actually looking forward to participating this year, after missing it since you started college, for many personal reasons - and one of them included a very difficult talk with your parents. Also, so much has happened this semester that being in the small city allowed you to breathe some fresh air and organize your thoughts.

Your parent’s received you immediately as you went through the front door, with big hugs and wide smiles.

“It’s so good to have you home” your mom patted your head, her small frame making her reach high to do so.

“Let me take your stuff to your room” Your dad grabbed your luggage and turned around to take them upstairs

“Oh, it’s fine, I can take them” You tried to stop him, but he pretended he didn’t listen. But you knew he loved feeling like the man of the house. You redirected yourself to your mom “I think I could use a shower and a nap, the trip was too long.”

“Of course, honey, I’ll call you for lunch.”

You crossed paths with your dad in the doorway, who offered a small smile. He wasn’t very fond of small talk, so that was usual of him. You closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of the twin bed centered on the room. You looked around and took in the scent of your old home, which immediately brought back so many memories.

Before you left for college, you and Changgu were on bad terms, so there weren't pictures of you together anymore, but you could still see the tape marks on where they used to be glued on your old vanity mirror. You also remembered perfectly which drawer you have tucked them away, the one that you were currently staring at, contemplating taking a look at them. In the end, you just shook the idea off of you and followed what you’ve told your mom.

The day was rather quiet and peaceful, the big event being held in the night, and the talk you were dreading could wait after the celebrations. Your parents had visited you in college a couple of times, and you have visited them too, but it was rare, never for the holidays, so they prepared a special family lunch and you couldn’t deny that you had a good time being around them.

All the pack had gathered in a big clearing at night to celebrate, and the bonfire already burned high. You could feel all the attention shifting to you as you arrived, your dominant scent overpowering everyone else's, and you held yourself high.

The day you left the city you promised yourself to never get close to this pack again. They’ve ignored you and diminished you as an Alpha, and you knew this place wasn’t for you. They were all surprised to see you back, they could barely hide it, but every time you made eye contact with someone, they quickly turned away avoiding you.

You didn’t hide, not ashamed of you or your choices, but it was rather uncomfortable, the tension almost palpable in the air. You quickly grabbed your phone and texted Wooseok.

“ Please tell me you headed back town for the holidays”

To which he quickly replied

“I actually came to a friend’s house, I’m not there, sorry :(“

You sighed. The cold weather wasn’t so bad, the cool breeze was blowing softly and the fire kept the place warm if you got close enough. Your parents stopped along the way to say hi to their friends, but you followed closer to the bonfire, where your eyes quickly met the current Alpha.

For a moment you had forgotten he was Changgu’s father, but seeing him immediately brought the information back to you. They looked alike so much, the same eyes full of expression and sharp jawline. He was staring at you, not so happily, and nodded when you looked at him. Your expression could be sour, you weren’t sure how much you were holding back, but you respectfully nodded back.

He sustained the stare a couple more seconds, so did you, but soon he was calling everyone’s attention. Everyone gathered close and his wife stood by his side. That’s when you saw Changgu, getting close to his father with a stoic expression on his face.

You shoved your hands in the pocket of your jacket and offered a half-smile when he noticed you. At first, he seemed confused but returned the gesture

“Brothers and sisters” The senior Alpha called “tonight we celebrate the ones who have left us. Our ancestors passed us their wisdom,” He spoke firmly and slowly, looking around at everyone. “Their strength lives in us, and so we honor them with our nature.”

There was a long speech about union and tradition that to you it sounded too much like hypocrisy since the traditions would include you, supposedly the next Alpha of the pack, to be standing there as a successor. You did not bother, because you expected nothing else.

The leader of the pack was the first to turn. His skin shredded, giving space for the long dark brown and silver fur to grow as a howl echoed loudly, bringing out everyone’s instinct, but especially your Alpha ones, and soon you had shifted.

This was one of the reasons you wanted to come. Being in university has you taking suppressants daily, so letting yourself run free was like getting rid of tight clothes that restricted your movements. You howled loudly to follow the collective chant, an ode to the departed ones, a hymn for the pack, the freedom of instinct.

The pack’s Alpha ran in the front, leading everyone with his big frame. Changgu followed him, and it’s been so many years since you’ve seen his wolf form that you felt surprised. He was bulky and big, his posture very imponent, and you stopped to admire it for a second.

The run was freeing. The wind hiding your wolf nozzle, pushing your fur back, your paws hitting the dirt. You needed that, and just letting yourself act on your instincts was the best thing you could grant yourself at that moment.

Reaching the highest point of the forest, the collective howling restarted. You stopped right next to Changgu, whose wolf eyes watched you intently, and in wordless communication, you howled together, allowing the instinct to speak for yourselves.

…

After the traditional pack run, a feast was hosted by the Alpha, usually in his house, which was big enough to fit everyone comfortably in the large backyard.

Everyone happily celebrated what was the closest to a wolf Christmas, with an abundance of food for everyone. You sat with your parents at the assigned table, attending the event quietly, holding yourself back just enough to not drag any more attention than you were already getting. Mr. Yeo, the Alpha, customarily greeted every individual, and when he approached you and your family, you stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for having us" your father shook his hands

"It's my pleasure," Mr. Yeo politely answered, "I didn't expect your daughter to come."

He talked about you like you weren't there, and you were pretty sure that was purposefully meant to challenge your position.

"I came to pay respects to the tradition, sir" you opened a forced smile. A damn good one. "Can't let that behind me."

His eyes snapped in your direction with intensity, letting the impassive expression on his face falter for a second.

"Of course" he smoldered, masking it with a smile probably just as fake as yours.

To him, you represented a threat to his family's legacy, so it wasn't a big secret that he isn't very fond of you.

"I hope you enjoy the party," he said to you and your parents altogether, but redirected the last sentence at you "if there's anything you need, just tell me and I can provide."

"Of course, thank you so much" your mom answered gladly. She followed her leader with passion and always tried to be in good graces with him, so she's always been strict in the sense of community tradition and formalities.

"No need to thank me, ma'am" he smirked "that's just an Alpha job"

The provocation was like a punch in the gut. Ever since you were revealed an Alpha, Mr. Yeo tried to do everything in his power to deprive you of your given rights inside the pack. He raised Changgu to take his place and hated your guts for ruining his plans. He was a man of power and didn't appreciate when someone threatened that position.

"Y/N…" your mom called you with a warning tone to her voice.

You didn't notice how you were instinctively growling, low enough for only people close to the table to hear, but your Alpha emotion was strong enough to cause some heads to turn in your direction.

Mr. Yeo, of course, smiled in victory from a distance, happy to make you look bad in front of the community.

"You really don't care that he does everything to undermine me, do you?" You said to both of your parents.

"Honey, he's the Alpha." Your mom said calmly "everything he does is to protect you. Is the best for everyone."

"You do know I'm an Alpha too, right?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

They both stayed quiet. You looked at your dad, hoping he would say something in your favor, but he just complies with your mom's orderly silence.

"Yeah, thanks," you said, standing up and leaving.

Growing up you used to love being with your pack these kinds of celebrations were your favorite time of the year. But now everything changed and suddenly you felt so misplaced that you felt like you didn't know anyone anymore. You knew all your neighbors, and their kids who went to school with you, but now they were almost complete strangers to you.

You grabbed a bottle of beer and looked around for the only familiar face you could find there. Changgu was not running Alpha errands with his dad, so when you found him he was surrounded by a group of girls, apparently younger than you, swooning at every charming smile of his, and you could just see how much he adored all the attention. You chuckled at his fuckboy attitude and the poor deluded girls who had a crush on him, hoping to get the son of the Alpha in love with them.

"Y/n?" You heard your name being called, taking you always from your thoughts.

The boy who called you was tall and slim, a long-ish hair half up in a ponytail and he looked happy to see you.

"Hey…?" You said with uncertainty, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar, but you just couldn't remember his name

"Hyunjin" he chuckled "I don't know if you remember me, but we went to school together."

"Right, Hyunjin, of course, I remember!" It finally clicked to you. Hyunjin was an omega, a few years younger than you but you two used to share some clubs in high school, but he didn't look so… hot. "You look so different, sorry it took me a while to recognize you."

"Yeah," he laughed shyly, scratching the back of his head. "I haven't seen you since you left for college. You look great"

His flirtatious half-smirk was very obvious and you actually thought he looked quite cute.

"You look great yourself" you bit your bottom lip, looking him up and down "But yeah, I kind of focused on graduating rather than coming here."

"I'm glad you're here now." He fully smirked this time "wanna go somewhere quieter? I'd love to catch up with you"

You felt hesitant at first, and you looked back to find Changgu again, and this time one of the girls was grabbing his arm, running his hand all over it. You wanted company for the party, and since Changgu was busy flirting, why shouldn't you do the same?

"Of course, let's do it." You took one last sip of your beer and linked arms with him.

He guided you around the house to the front porch, where you rested your elbows and watched the quiet street. Hyunjin had his back against it, looking at you.

You two actually did some catching up, and even exchanged numbers. You found out Hyunjin also went away for college, but he always came back for the holidays and breaks, and stuff like that, but nothing you were really paying attention to.

"You know, I have to confess something." He said, straightening his posture "I sort of had a crush on you, back in the days"

"Really?" You laughed softly, amused at the sudden confession. "Why didn't you say something, then?"

"Ah," he clicked his tongue. "Everyone knew you only had eyes for Changgu."

You rolled your eyes involuntarily.

"C'mon, everyone knew that, and Changgu didn't let anyone get close to you"

You were actually surprised to hear that since this wasn't something he ever told you but explained why you weren't popular with boys in high school.

"Well," you stood up and stopped directly in front of him "I don't see Changgu anywhere now, do you?"

Hyunjin grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands held the collar of his jacket.

"I guess I should shoot my shot, then" he licked his lips, alternating looks between your eyes and lips.

"What are you waiting for, big boy?" You challenged him.

He reached forward, kissing you rather urgently. His plumpy lips felt soft against yours, and he was a really good kisser. He pulled you against him, and you intertwined your fingers on the loose hair behind his neck. He gasped when you tugged on it, and you grinned into the kiss for getting a good reaction out of him. His hands sneaked down your waist, boldly squeezing your ass as the kiss got more intense, and he earned a shy hum of satisfaction out of you.

The noise of someone clearing their throat interrupted you two, making both of your heads snap in its direction, but neither of you really letting go of each other.

"Y/N" Changgu called you rather sternly, with a matching frown on his face. "I need you to help me deal with some stuff"

You sighed.

"Looks like some things didn't change, did they?" Hyunjin whispered just for you to hear,

"I'm not done with you yet." You whispered back, nibbling his earlobe.

"Now." Changgu interrupted again.

You pecked Hyunjin's lips before detangling from him, only then noticing that his hands were still in your ass.

"Text me, ok?" You said to him loudly as you followed Changgu inside the house.

He walked large steps and didn't bother looking behind to see if you were following.

"You couldn't have picked a worse moment to need me to deal with some bullshit, could you?" You whined, but he still paid no attention to you "all night, I was there doing absolutely nothing, and when I finally started to have some fun you decided I was important enough to attend whatever this is."

You babbled but still, he didn't respond, and you just kept following him around corridors in the big house, finally entering a dark room

"What is so important anyway that you had to call me so urgently-"

Changgu interrupted you when he pushed you against the door, making it slam loudly, his lips crashing against yours with a certain vigor.

At first, your eyes widened in surprise, and you pushed him back to look at him, but his hold on you didn't loosen up.

"What the fuck, Changgu?"

"Just," he stopped to think, breath already heavy in anticipation "shut up"

He resumed kissing you, and this time you rolled with it because, you couldn't deny, kissing him was something you ever saw yourself getting tired of. He pressed his whole body against yours, grinding on you making you gasp every time his thigh in between your legs rubbed against your clothed core.

"Fuck, Changgu" you said when he attacked your neck.

You pull the hair on his nape, making him look at you

"Is that what this is about?" You asked, forcing yourself to think straight "you can't bear the thought of me fucking someone else?"

Rather than answering, Changgu just growled, making you laugh ironically

"So you can flirt with all those pretty girls out there," you raised your eyebrows, "but I can not hook up with people? As if, Changgu"

You weren't as mad as much as you were enjoying taunting him for being so desperate to have you his.

"Just shut up, for fucks sake" he rolled his eyes and picked you, only to throw you on the bed behind him.

You finally recognized Changgu's old bedroom, with the light that came from the window above it. It was different, with no more posters taped to the wall or the action figures he liked to collect. It was a simple room with minimal decoration now.

"Gonna break another bed, wolfie?" You teased "I don't think daddy would be very happy to know you're fooling around with the Alpha"

He growled loudly, hooking his hands around your legs and pulling you closer to him, your bottom hitting his knees, which were pressed against the mattress. He leaned down and viciously kissed you, nibbling and ducking your bottom lip.

"You know, you're way hotter when your mouth is shut" he panted in between kisses.

Having turned into wolves mere hours ago had all your instincts right under the skin. The dominance, the connection between you and your Beta, the lust. Everything was on edge and you guessed that's why Changgu was so desperate.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down with your underwear in one swift motion while you took off your shirt, revealing your bare breasts underneath it. Changgu licked his lips and chuckled cockly when he ran a finger down your slit, showing you how wet you already were.

He took his shirt off, but didn't bother with his pants, and leaned back down to lick a long stripe of your juices, brushing softly on your clit on the way.

You moaned weakly.

"I'll show you why you're better here than with the what's-his-name out there." He said in a low husky voice.

He kept his hand around your legs and captured your sensitive nub in between his lips, making you buck your hips and grab his hair in response.

His back muscles were on display for you and it was hot to watch it contract and relax as he moved in between your legs.

"You're so eager for me, aren't you?" You teased him again and he hummed, sending vibrations down your core. "Do your worst, let me see if you're worth my time"

He leaned back up and you hated the loss of contact, but he quickly spun you around and pulled your hips up exposing your ass to him, and a harsh slap sting on your skin, accompanied by his deep growling that he didn't seem to have control over, and you yelped at the burning pain.

You heard him fumbling with his belt and soon he was entering you with no warning, making you bury your head in the pillow to muffle a loud moan. He didn't give you any time to adjust as he pounded into you fast, showing his desperation. He angled his hips just right to hit the perfect spot inside you to make you scream.

For a second you were afraid someone would hear you, but the backyard was not that close to the bedroom, and you tried to suppress your noises the best you could. Changgu seemed to be out of control with the way he hissed and moaned, your name falling out of his lips here and there.

A sloppy rushed fuck was not on your plans tonight but, fuck, it felt good. Changgu was getting sloppier by the minute and you just knew he wouldn't last long. You reached in between your legs and circled around your glistening clit, realizing you were in no better state than he was.

The closer you felt to your high, the more you squeezed your walls around Changgu's member, and the louder he moaned.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" You managed to say "such a loud wolf."

He didn't respond, too focused on fucking you, but he didn't get quieter.

You fastened your movements and had again your head buried in the pillow, moaning freely as you reached your orgasm, your whole body vibrating in pleasure. Changgu started thrusting faster, gripping your hips harder and pulling you against him to meet his thrust, and soon enough you felt his seed dripping down your thighs, strangled noises caught in his throat as he rode his high.

You relaxed your body when he pulled out of you, laying down with your stomach against the mattress, crossing your arms under your head for support. Changgu threw himself by your side, facing the ceiling and panting, looking fucked out already.

"Jealous wolf, aren't we?" You tapped his chest, provoking him

"Shut up" he chuckled

"How many girls did you fuck in this bedroom anyway? You were quite popular with the ladies back in high school. I bet they all died to be in Yeo Changgu's bedroom" you mocked a dreamy-girly voice.

"Do you really want to talk about who I fucked in high school?" He chuckled.

"Well, someone had to get laid, right? Since I couldn't because someone told boys to stay away from me." You smirked at his embarrassed expression

"Hyunjin is such a snitch, he was never good enough for you" he rolled his eyes and looked away.

"And who is? You?" You scoffed

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were screaming against the pillow just now"

You slapped his chest and he laughed loudly

"Jerk" you mumbled.

"Guess you can go back to your pretty boy out there", he said in a teasing voice, "if you're still interested, that is".

"So cocky, aren't you?", he laughed at your mocking expression.

"Maybe. But we still have festivities to attend".

"Unfortunately".

You got dressed in comfortable silence and after a few minutes, you were good to go. Changgu stood by the door and smiled at you before opening it and waving for you to walk by him. As you walked out, a satisfied smile took over your face and you only hoped people wouldn't notice the smell of sex on you too much. You and Changgu parted ways and for a second you let the whole tension of your body relax during the holiday. Just for a while.

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lyallblacklupin · 3 years

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Don’t miss the Yule Ball.

Sirius finally opens up to James Potter, and he realizes a lot of things. He has decided he will go the yule ball, but the question is: with whom?

Tags: Post-Incident with Severus Snape, Angst with Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Trust Issues.

Chapter 3

Sirius kept chewing his first bite for a little longer than he was supposed to, because Remus had left the Great Hall looking apprehensive, and gruesome. He sighed through his breakfast, waiting for the day to get by. He was pushing down all the unnecessary thoughts and emotions because he didn’t want to expect anything from anyone, especially how the last night had turned out.

He had woken up with a better feeling—if he had to be honest with himself—because Remus had finally not just smiled at him but hugged him with genuine earnest and he had held him until Sirius was done crying. The memory was painfully sweet in his head. Nevertheless, he was slightly hopeful than yesterday. Remus had always tried to bring the best out of him. The tug of war in his brain about his friendship and relationship with Remus was easing out in his mind, while also clenching his heart. He took another bite of his porridge, and thought that he should stop worrying about normalcy. He realized that wanting normal with this desperation was going to make him fall in the pits of agitation. He was not able to deal with another heartache. For once, he wanted to give his heart a break.

He gulped down his bite, and he decided he was going to the same with his desires and dreams. He was going to be grateful of the things he had in life; Good friends, miles away from his abusive parents, good education, and especially, his magic. He was himself because he knew how to kindle fire by the swipe of his fingers, he could wave his wand and conjure blue stardust while walking alone in the forest, and he could conjure a patronus to keep the sadness away for a while.

His thinking cycle came to a halt when James and Peter rushed to the hall, and haphazardly began swallowing their breakfast. Sirius was so captured seeing them not uttering a word and gulping down their teas and milk in one breath.

“Merlin, Pads—could have told us—“ James was managing to breathe while munching his toasts, debauching all the manners and etiquettes of eating by spraying the breadcrumbs everywhere on the table.

“Wow, Prongs, you really know how to eat.” Sirius laughed amusingly. Both of the Marauders glared at him. And once they were done, James said that they were already five minutes late for Transfiguration. This time Sirius didn’t think of manners at all, and stumbled out his seat as the three of them raced to the classroom. The air whooshed through them as they pushed through the crowd of students and teachers who shouted things like ‘Hey! Watch it!’ and ‘5 points from Gryffindor!’

The air smelled of nostalgia as Sirius felt the adrenaline in his blood and giddiness in his stomach. The three of them were running like they used to when Filch would catch them and they would hide in the broom cupboards for hours until the course were clear, and then they would laugh like maniacs. It felt all the same to Sirius when they reached the classroom, and he was getting breathless in the most satisfying way. The doors opened, stealing everyone’s attention. Mcgonacall had her usual glare, and Sirius spotted Remus sitting with Lily, his face looked scarlet which made Sirius feel the same heating flush beneath his cheeks and neck.

“Mr Potter, Mr Black and Mr Pettigrew, why is it always you three to be late in my class?” There was something different about Mcgonacall as her gaze is fixed at Sirius. He could swore that there was a hint of smile playing on her lips. She ordered them to take seats, and Peter sat with Mary while James with Sirius. The both of them had to keep hands on their mouths to suppress the bubbling laughter. James gave him a playful nudge, his eyes were whispering something meaningful, and Sirius felt a gush of affection for him.

The day went by with Double Transfiguration with the Slytherins, Charms with Ravenclaws, and Double History of Magic with the Hufflepuffs. James and Sirius were walking to the common room to put their books and notes and then return to the dinner with the rest of Marauders.

“So, Padfoot…” James smirked at him, “I have an unbelievable news to share with you.”

“Have you finally learn not to make a fool of yourself?” Sirius got a harsh fling of James’ arm around his shoulder that he staggered in his pace, almost collapsing on the floor but James held him firmly.

“Hey, hey, hey,” James’ voice was soaked with concern, “You okay? I’m sorry I didn’t know I was that harsh.”

“No, it was not harsh.” Sirius managed to say but the other didn’t seem convinced. He was getting some serious brain-fogs from the past few days, and he hadn’t told anyone yet, not even Madam Pomfrey.

“Then what was that, Sirius? What is going on? Are you not well?” Those were so many questions for Sirius to answer. He didn’t want to disrupt his day which was finally going better for the first time in forever. However with James’ big hazel eyes were staring at him like that as if they were saying hundreds of things to him he felt the urge to tell him everything—by everything meant everything.

And then they didn’t return for dinner, they were in their dorm alone with no interruption. Sirius told him how frequently he had been experiencing panic attacks, and how much tired he felt, like always, how he felt like his bones were feeble, and his muscles were aching, how he was also experiencing constant brain-fogs. And then, he also told him how he was dealing with emotional pain the most, how constantly he was thinking and trying to commit act of self-harm, and how much he was thinking how he had let the Marauders down. James listened him very carefully with full attention, nodded in the right places and shushed him when Sirius talked about how much he missed Remus. He was struggling to get louder because his voice was not cooperating with him. He was gushing out all of the emotions which were buried in the depths of him. He cried at some parts but he was calm because James’ hand was there squeezing his arm, and rubbing his back. When they were done, they fell into comfortable silence, and Sirius felt as light as a feather.

“So what was the good news?” Sirius said to break the silence.

“Uh…” James smiled weakly at him, “I asked Evans to go with to the ball as my date and she said yes.”

Sirius smiled at him genuinely, “I’m happy for you, Prongs.” He hit him with a playful punch but James didn’t respond too much. He looked sad, and it was awkward. Sirius never wanted that. They fell into another round of silence before he felt two arms wrapped from his behind, tugging there. Sirius put his hands on James’, sitting under the cloud of melancholy.

“I’m sorry, Padfoot. You were keeping a lot inside of you. I don’t like when you do that.” Sirius smiled warmly at his mildly aggressive voice, “I am your brother, and you are supposed to tell me that. And all of that. Everything, buddy. I love you, you know that right?”

“There is no reason to be a sap, Potter.” Sirius elbowed him, “But yeah, and I love you, too. Always have and always will.”

“Look, who’s a bigger sap now.”

“Okay, Evans said yes—“ Sirius pulled away to face him, but he was cut off by James in mid-sentence.

“For the ball. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

James didn’t smile. There was still something despondent about him. After a brief silence, he said, “Pads, this may sound a little weird but hear me out…” Sirius nodded, “You should ask Moony for tomorrow.”

“Oh no, no, no, no,”

“Why!?” James whined.

“’Why’? What do you mean ‘why’? Out of all people, you should not be the one to say that.”

“No, Padfoot, I should be the person to say that! You told me how he encouraged to go to the ball. I mean, why would he? Either he is trying to be your mom and asking you to have fun or he is giving signals for you to ask him to be your date for the ball!”

“Considering Remus, he was definitely being a mother-hen.”

“Think about it, Moony doesn’t easily like someone. He never dated anyone except you because you are the one he fell in love with, you tosser!

That’s when the door swung open, revealing Remus and Peter which confused looks. Sirius felt like his heart was in his throat.

“Thought we’d find you guys here.” Peter said, throwing his satchel on his bed, “Why did you miss dinner?”

“Oh, we completely lost track of time.” Sirius said successfully because the room had started to feel small with Remus’ presence, “We should go to the kitchen, Prongs.” He was hoping he could just skip the anxiety and continue his chance of talking out with James more. He was talking after ages, and it felt lighter and easy. Suddenly, he was very grateful for having James Potter in his life.

“Oh, you know what, you stay here. Wormy and I will bring food for you.” James piped up with his stupid grin, and Sirius began to have second thoughts on being grateful of James.

“What!?” Peter retorted, “But I just came back!”

“And you could come back again, my best friend Wormy!” Sirius scowled at James who in returned gave him a thumbs-up, gesturing to talk to Remus who was putting down his books in on his nightstand. Soon, the whiny Peter and an overly-smart James were out of the dorm, leaving him and Remus alone.

Sirius was fidgeting with his fingers anxiously, gazing at Remus’ back.

“I can feel you staring at me.” Sirius thought he was completely frozen. Remus turned to face him, smiling small at him.

“Yeah…” Sirius let out a breathless chuckle, “I was just…”

Awkward silence.

“Remus, I wanted to ask you something and if you don’t think the same way, I would completely understand.” His heart was hammering in his chest. Remus nodded at him. He took a deep breath and finally the words were out, “Will you go to the ball with me as my date?”

Extremely awkward silence. Remus was opening and closing his mouth to say something but no words were audible enough as an answer to Sirius. That’s because he doesn’t have any answer, Sirius thought to himself.

“Sirius…” Remus finally said, “I can’t.”

It wasn’t like Sirius wasn’t expecting this, but it still hurt him like a dagger shot right into his heart.

“I mean…” Remus continued, scratching the back on his head or pulling his sleeve, “it’s not like I don’t want to, because I do…A lot, actually…”

His voice was turning croaky, and Sirius was able to see that it was not easy for Remus either.

“But, I already have a date.” This time it hurt more than earlier. Sirius wanted to laugh, and he did. Remus froze, looking dumbfounded. It was a strange thing that hurting not always accompany the act of shedding tears. Sirius was actually laughing at himself that he was a fool to believe, like actually believe.

“Of course, of course,” Sirius wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes, “Of course, you have a date. How can you not?” He was shaking his head, still unable to control his laugh. It was a very wrong judgment.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 4 coming soon!

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sophiepoofy · 3 years

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Fatui Imagines: Mafia Au

Okay I enjoyed writing the head canon yesterday, and I was so thankful to the likes given to the post. So here I am, another content but this time the Fatui! I’ll upload this in 3 parts; first will be Childe, second be La Signora, and then Scaramouche. Perhaps Tsaritsa too, but I’ll see to it. I’ll probably upload the second part later, as to I have some things that needed to manage for school.

So, enjoy, and don’t forget to like!

P.s I’m in class at the moment I’m writing this lmao

· Coming from an abusive family, you always thought of escaping the claws of your parents. But considering your capabilities, you cannot do so when it meant to leave your younger siblings behind. You prioritized their safety. A sudden blow in the stomach or tresses being forcibly pulled, you are willing to be a punching bag for the sake of your siblings’ well-being.

· You always see unrecognizable men right in your doorstep. In all attempts to hear their conversations, alas you fail, when all they do is whisper under their breaths.

· It didn’t occur to you that your parents have a debt to pay. Until you come home in a fateful day, your siblings cornered by the same men, crying and begging for mercy whilst both parents shot down where blood pool surrounding the now corpses.

· A guy that has ginger hair, you see him soothing your youngest sibling. Cradled in his arms to further ease the crying.

· He saw you, all smiles.

· “I presume you are the oldest? I do apologize for this mess, but your parents didn’t pay what they owe.”

· You went to the side of your siblings, comforting them with physical affection. Inspecting their bodies, all you can see is their trembling state. No lesions or broken bones.

· “What are you going to do with us?” You asked.

· The smile didn’t waver.

· “Why taking all of you of course. Take it as compensation for killing your pare-“

· “They aren’t our parents.” You snapped.

· The guy lost his smile, his eyes darted to the bruises you accumulated for the past years. In his realization, expression went to a subtle sadness. He knelt down, giving you your younger sibling.

· “If that would be the case, perhaps we unintentionally freed you from the shackles of the monsters ye? Now, come with us. You’ll be surely welcomed by Mother Tsaritsa.”

· True to his words, you and your siblings were brought to a secluded manor. Greeted with the woman aforementioned, her gaze widened to your physical form. She commanded the man, named Tartaglia, the same man who killed your parents, to take you under his care. The rest of your siblings are with the Tsaritsa herself.

· “The key to surviving life is to be strong. This is why I, your big bro Tartaglia is here to train you.”

· As the oldest, you had wanted to experience a loving affection of an older sibling. Tartaglia had given you that opportunity. He taught you things; mostly values and laws of the faction House Childe.

· On the other side of Tartaglia, his menacing demeanor is at present when facing foes. The lust for battle, unparallel stamina and obsession to fight always end up to his victory. A mighty foe indeed. One of the reasons you didn’t retaliate when he trained you.

· The first time you had defeated him, you received smiles and a hug from him.

· “I’m so proud of you, you can protect your- I mean our siblings with your strength. I’ll be happy if you join me to the tasks. You’ll learn more from me, and perhaps I’ll learn more from you.”

· For your siblings, he was always referred to as their big brother. There can be times you had to remind him of the sweets he usually gives, or spoiling them rotten with luxury goods. But aside from that, you didn’t mind his lovingly brother figure to them. When it comes to cooking, he simply reigns over your skills.

· “It can’t be helped, I loved them so much! And the youngest, he always clings to me. Reminds me of Teucer.”

· “Teucer?”

· “My youngest brother. I miss him y/n, I miss home. I do wish I can see my family again.”

· In terms of Tartaglia’s personal life. You had discovered he has a love life.

· He was off from his usual self. All giddy in certain moments. Curious, you decided to follow him one day in his failed attempt of disguise. Seeing a sophisticated man with long hair, you thought it was just an old friend. The thought dispersed when they held hands in a café, exchanging laughter and affection to one another.

· The moment you liked the most is that you witnessed them kissed. You can’t help but smile to it, and decided to leave them alone. Happy that Tartaglia has someone in his life outside his affiliations.

· On the next day though, Tartaglia is at his knees begging for your mercy. At hand, you have several pictures of their date in a phone as to tease your older brother.

· “Y/n please, don’t spread it out for others to see.”

· “I will, if you stop spoiling our siblings.”

#genshin impact fatui #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #tartaglia #mafia au #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #la signora #scaramouche

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speuradair · 4 years

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Trauma |Dabi

(Author’s Note- This is a reupload of a fic I posted yesterday. I thought about it and decided that the ending sucked, so I deleted it and re-wrote the ending. Here is the new, revised and hopefully better version!)

Word Count: 1.8k

Contains: ptsd comfort, trauma description, night terrors, slight violence (unintentional), allusion to assault and abuse, swearing, Dabi is Todoroki Touya theory

Requested: No (I’m just projecting lmao)

Among the two of you, Dabi was the scary one. He was the one that kept you up at night with anxiety about his villain work. He was the one who came home bloodied and beaten, and he was the one that would disappear for days on end. He was the stressful one. But there were times that you scared the absolute life out of him. Tonight was one of those times.

Dabi let himself in as he usually did. The small one bedroom apartment was dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of talking and the flickering light which emanated from the open bedroom doorway into the hall. While part of him had been hoping you'd still be up to greet him, he couldn't deny the sense of peace that washed over him as he stood in the near silence. This tranquility meant that you were safe and asleep, as you should be. He'd never thought domestic life to be quite his style, but he longed for this. He longed to be home where nobody could tell him to do shit. The League of Villains could go screw themselves for all he cared.

After kicking off his shoes by the door and assuring that he'd locked the door, he followed the soft glow down the hallway like a moth to a flame. Exhaustion had begun to tug at his eyes and his feet moved towards the bed in a seemingly autonomous manner.

He paused to lean against the doorframe though, his eyes falling on you.

There was a sight he'd never tire of seeing. You were passed out on top of the duvet in one of his hoodies, while your laptop sat beside you still playing whatever you'd been watching. He grinned to himself ever so slightly as he quietly stepped over to pause it for you. Stripping down to his boxers and shirt, he moved the computer before lowering himself down beside you.

The bed dipped under his weight and the mattress creaked slightly. Your body jolted a bit beside him, seemingly in response. Though he'd tried not to disturb you, that had been enough to wake you. A soft but nonetheless agitated groan left your slightly parted lips, followed by an equally as quiet remark.

"Stop."

A pang of guilt washed over him as you stirred; he always tried to come to bed as quietly as possible to not disturb you, especially with you being as jumpy as you were. Though not only had he woken you up, he'd upset you. Your previously still form was now squirming away uncomfortably.

He reached his long arms out for you in an effort to soothe you back to sleep. Usually you found repose in his embrace, but now you only seemed to toss more as he pulled you against his chest. His features tightened in confusion. Were you mad at him or something?

"Pissy tonight, are we, doll?" He teased.

You didn't answer. That's odd, comments like that always got a reaction from you.

He let you go, watching as you violently flopped away from him. There was something off about the way you moved. Despite your clear distress, your movements were somehow loose and lethargic.

It took him a moment to realize that you weren't actually awake. Shit, you were having another night terror.

He sat up quickly and shifted towards you, his warm hands wrapping around your shoulders as he tried to wake you up as gently but effectively as possible.

"Babe." You jerked at his touch, but didn't wake. His heart raced in his chest as he hovered over you protectively. You were just getting more upset.

Eyes still squeezed shut, you whimpered out. "No, stop it..!"

His heart sank hearing you cry out like that. Dabi was fully aware of what you'd been through; You'd confided in him with all of the nasty details. He knew you had nightmares and anxiety attacks. This wasn't the first time he'd heard about it, but hearing you cry like that, in response to him, made his stomach turn. The fact that you didn't realize it was him did nothing to ease the disgust he felt with himself.

Genuine fear creeped into his mind. You were just getting more upset. He knew he needed to calm you down, but how was he supposed to do that if he couldn't wake you up without scaring you more?

Long scarred fingers loosened their grip on your arms. He wasn't sure what to do. You'd had nightmares before, they just usually weren't this bad.

Memories of his own trauma dreams flooded back to him. How real they felt, how disorienting it was to wake up from them, how the nausea seemed to last through the rest of the night, how he'd randomly remember bits and pieces of the nightmare and the anxiety would come right back- he knew it all too well. Before you, he'd always been on the receiving end of those dreams, never the comforting side. While he'd soothed you before, he never felt confident in doing so.

As you tried to jolt away from him again, he decided he couldn't take it anymore.

"Babe! (Name!)"

Your eyes shot open as he shook you again, peering directly into his piercing blue ones.

But you didn't recognize him. Your subconscious bled into reality.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Before you realized what was happening, your arm had swung up towards your ambiguous attacker, delivering a forceful punch to his face.

Dabi winced and recoiled a bit, but kept his hold on you and maintained eye contact.

"(Name) - it's me, it's just me," his voice was firm despite the pain beginning to pulse from his lip.

Slowly the haze of confusion and fear retreated and the immersion of your night terror broke. You recognized that voice.

"D - Dabi?"

"Yeah," he exhaled tightly. "It's just me. You're at home in bed. You're just having a nightmare." He hovered over you slightly, trying to keep your focus solely on him. "Come back to me, dollface."

He let you breathe for a few moments before speaking again. "Can you name five things around us right now?"

You blinked in an attempt to clear the violent imagery from your mind. The familiar environment around you began to solidify. That's right- you could feel the hot tears on your cheeks, your bed with the new soft sheets you'd gotten last weekend, the fan pushing cool air against your skin. You could see your boyfriend leaning over you and feel his rough fingers on your cheek. You could see his bright blue eyes and.. bloody lip?

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.." The room seemed to spin again as you realized what must've happened. More tears forced their way down your face. "Oh my God, I busted your lip.."

He brought one of his hands to finger lightly over his bottom lip. Only now did he notice the metallic taste. Letting out a breathy laugh, he turned his attention back to you.

"Damn princess, you've got a hell of a left hook." Even in a situation like this, he dared to give you that signature shit-eating smirk. "That's kind of hot."

You weren't amused though.

"It's not funny, Dabi! I hit you," your voice was shaky, barely more than a whimper. The grief in your eyes brought back his own guilt.

"Hey, it's alright, doll. What's one more scar? Doubt anyone could tell the difference, anyhow."

He brought his hand to your chin, guiding your skittish gaze to his. Maybe it was sick of him to think, but somehow you looked gorgeous even with onerous crystalline tears among your lashes. Heavy lids closed again under his close attention, your lip quivering as you tried to hold back more tears.

“You’re shaking, princess,” he spoke with a soft, thoughtful hum. His calloused thumb caressed along your jawline.

“Yeah.” It was more of an exhale than an actual response. The trembling was such a routine part of your night terrors that you barely paid any attention to it until he mentioned it. Of course you were shaking; you probably would be for at least the next few hours.

Wordlessly he shifted to lay beside you on his back. He stretched out for a moment, then reaching out for you with warm, inviting arms. You didn’t need to think about it. You instinctually moved forward and tucked yourself into his side. A soothing heat radiated off of him, seeming to envelope you entirely.

The two of you laid there in silence for a bit, with you curled against him and his hands rubbing your back reassuringly. Your trembling quelled, though not entirely, and slowly your breathing levelled out again.

After he’d felt you still for a while, he spoke out again, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” Your answer was immediate.

“Alright, dollface.”

He tightened his embrace around you, guiding your head to lay on his chest. A dull, nagging ache had set in on his lip, but he wasn’t about to move now. He could clean himself up later- you needed his attention now. Besides, a swollen lip was nothing he couldn’t handle. Shit, he got worse nearly every day when he worked. At least this time it had been an accident. He just hoped you wouldn’t beat yourself up too badly over it.

His gaze shifted from the ceiling down towards you, studying your expression thoughtfully. Though your eyes drooped with exhaustion and your breathing was labored, you fought the urge to close them. It was clear that your mind was still on whatever form your trauma had taken in your subconscious this time. You’d told him before that while the general feeling of distress and terror was always the same, rarely did your nightmares repeat themselves. Sometimes they were minor reminders of what you’d been through and sometimes it was just a rehashed version of what had happened, just with different context and different perpetrators. Regardless of what it was, it always left you with the same panic and grief. Dabi didn’t doubt you’d keep dwelling on it until you got distracted.

“Hey,” he said after gathering his thoughts again. Your glassy eyes snapped up towards him almost immediately. “You wanna watch your show again? We can even watch that trashy ‘foreign fiance’ shit, or whatever the fuck it’s called.”

“You hate that show,” you mumbled, voice muffled even more by the fabric of his shirt.

“Yeah, obviously. It’s shitty reality television. You seem to enjoy it, though.”

You tried to laugh a bit, but it came out as more of an amused exhale.

“Thought so.”

He reached out to grab your laptop again, setting it up on the nightstand beside him. His hands quickly returned to you afterwards, one playing with your hair and the other gently tracing vague shapes against your bare skin.

And that’s how you stayed. Minutes turned to hours and the night slowly gave way to dawn, but you remained tucked safely against his side. Nobody was going to hurt you again- not if he had any say in the matter.

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years

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If it means a lot to you (a.i)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin X Reader

Summary: Songfic based on the song “If it means a lot to you” by A Day to Remember. You haven’t heard from Ashton in weeks, could you endure all the pain while he’s on tour or it would become too much?

Warnings: ANGST, strong language, overthinking and anxiety. Also some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 2.6 K

Author’s Note: I was feeling so angsty today and this was the product of me pouring out my feelings into a fic. Reblogs, coments and feedback are always welcome and apreciated! I would love to hear your thoughts 💙 Hope you like it and Happy reading🦋

My Materialist

It felt good to be on the stage again. It felt more than good, actually. The sound of screaming fans, calling out your names in pure ecstasy as one by one the songs pass and reverberates throughout the whole stadium, or arena or a simple, yet packed, venue. The adrenaline that cursed through the veins of each one of them as they gave their all, feeling how the base makes the entire stage shake with rhythms they know by memory and would never get tired off. It felt good to be on the stage again, to be on tour again. But not everyone gets to have everything they want.

You were sitting on your sofa, getting lost in thought as the TV played some old episodes of your favorite show as background noise of your own pity party. It’s been two months since Ashton went away on tour with his band again, and even though you knew this made him happy, you always hated when he had to leave.

The feeling of loneliness crept in two weeks and a half ago, when he started to miss your calls and texted you only once a day. You knew he was busy, you knew he must be tired, but so are you.

You understand that this is his job, you’ve been through this before, but the separation was never easy. You always worried about his safety, how he’s dealing with stuff and if he ever misses you or if he had someone else he’d rather be with while you were away and tucked under your shared sheets in LA. He always came through though, pushing those thoughts away by reassuring his love, either by facetime or a simple call. But you haven’t seen him or heard of him in so long that you couldn’t help but drown yourself in a pity parade for one. You miss him, you need him. And it’s still so long until you could see each other again.

A notification on your phone pulls you away for a while, it takes a few moments before you realize that it was in fact your phone and not a trick of your mind. You jump right to it, thinking, hoping that it would be Ashton trying to call you or even a simple text. The beating of your heart ran like a horse before you could even register that it was just a notification from instagram, you just saw his name and quickly swiped to open it.

@ ashtonirwin: Thank you for singing with us xx

The post was simple, you could see the crowd going wild as Andy took a photo of the boys in their element. Ashton was smiling behind his drum kit, taking in the scenery of a thousand screaming fans that were there just to see them, to sing with them. And it hurt you.

It hurts not being there. Not being the one that was at the other end of the smile, and oh, how you miss that smile.

You opened the camera roll, forgetting to put a like on the post as your mind decided to add some salt to the wound. You scrolled a few pictures down until you found what you were looking for: A video of Ashton.

His smile was clear even before you pressed play. You remember the day he sent that to you, it was at the beginning of the tour and you were feeling a little needy, so he decided to send you this while you were asleep. He knew it would make you feel better once you woke up. And it did.

It was a simple video of him just talking to the camera, but it always made you feel better and you hope this time it will as you pressed play.

“Hey, darling” Ashton said with a smile so wide you could see every dimple and wrinkle on his face “I hope you’re good tonight, I know you don’t feel right when I’m leaving… It’s not easy for me either, being away from you and being unable to kiss you and cuddle you like we do. I miss you, dear”

The sadness in his voice moved you and you wished you were there with him, doing your best to push that sadness away. “Tour’s going great so far, I really wish you were here to see it. But you will be, one day and it will be awesome. But I can’t come back home till they’re singing, and oh, how amazing it is to hear them sing back at us, it’s almost as beautiful as to hear you sing to me one of our songs, even if it’s to mock our oldest songs” His smile lit up the screen ashe giggled “Just wait till I get home, baby. It won’t be long now, I swear. I love you”

“I love you” You whispered to the face on the screen as the video stopped.

The tears were rolling down your face and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. The video always helped to make you feel better but, somehow, it just made missing him worse.

It wasn’t enough, you needed him. You needed him and he was MIA, the only news you get from him are from social media and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

Ashton was laying in his bunk bed, smiling as he scrolled down twitter to read the reactions to tonight’s concert. It was one of their best and he was very proud of the energy they put on stage for the world to see.

He always enjoyed tour life, visiting new cities and countries every night, giving his all in all the concerts and spending time with his best friends. It was all he ever wanted since he was a kid and now he was able to experience it.

“Hey, Ash!” Luke called his attention from the bunk across the small hall “Could you tell Y/N that Sierra wants to talk? She said it was something about a recipe but it seems like she can’t get in touch with them”

Ashton frowned, you were never the one to shy away from their friends, always being the most social one of the two of them “Uh, yeah. Sure man”

“Thanks, and tell Y/N we are missing them, it’s been too long since we saw each other”

‘It has been a long time’ Ashton thought, or at least it seemed like it because he was sure he sent a text earlier today and…

Ashton’s expression froze when he saw that he didn’t text you today, or yesterday or the day before that. He didn’t even respond to your last text.

Y/N: Tell me something sweet to get me by.

How long ago was that? Why didn’t he notice before?

A feeling of guilt ran through him, feeling disgusted at himself for forgetting about you, the most important thing in his life. How could he? You must’ve been feeling low that day to text him something like that, he knew how much you hated when he had to leave. You didn’t text him after that, maybe you were okay now, but he still needed to talk to you, to apologize.

He sighed when he saw what time it was, now it wasn’t time for a facetime call, knowing that you were probably asleep by now. He would apologize to you in the morning.

Little did he know that you were still awake, sobbing and calling out his name through your cries.

You woke up when the sunlight hit your face. You furrowed your eyebrows at your surroundings, realizing that you fell asleep on the couch. Luckily it was a Saturday, so you had no other responsibilities other than crying yourself to sleep for maybe the tenth time in a row?

You knew it wasn’t fair, for you or for him, to be enduring this kind of pain. But if you meant a lot to him, why hasn’t he responded? or calling to check up on you? This place felt lonelier by the minute, his mugs were in the cupboard, some of his clothes were in the closet, his music room remains untouched and yet it seemed like he was never here at all to begin with, just a ghost of his memory floating around to remind you of what you were missing.

You felt the tears about to crash down again, but you had no energy left in your body to cry. You were exhausted, needy, lonely and down right miserable while the love of your life was living his best life without you in it.

Ashton was living his best life, but he still felt something was missing. He sat down on the couch the venue offered, it wasn’t as comfortable as he would expect but it didn’t matter. He knew he had to talk to you.

He has been a shitty boyfriend lately, he understood and hated that. You didn’t deserve to be pushed aside like he did and he felt awful. So, with his heart in his sleeve, hoping you’ll forgive him and that you were okay, he picked up the phone and called.

Ashton heard the beeping tone three times before you decided to answer “...Hey, sweety” You said with a sigh.

Ashton could tell you were sad, a punch in the guts hurt less than hearing your voice so small and defeated. “Hey, darling,” He said,making his tone a little bit more uplifting, thinking it might help “How are you? Sierra said that you weren’t answering your phone, is everything okay?”

Hearing his voice, his cheerful tone as if nothing has happened or as if this wasn’t the first time in weeks that you’ve heard of him, hurt more than you could ever expect. You felt silent tears rolling down your face as you contemplated what to say about that.

“I just-”

“Ash, we need you for soundcheck” A voice said on the other line.

Ashton raised his hand, annoyed at the interruption, asking the boys to wait a second. He needed to hear from you first. All three of the guys backed up immediately when they saw the serious expression on the drummer’s face.

“Sorry, love. I think the boys need me” He said, hoping you wouldn’t get mad.

“But, what about me?” You asked before you realized what was coming out of your mouth.

“What?” Ashton said with a concerning tone.

“I need you here, Ashton” You cried, unable to keep the tears at bay anymore “I need you here tonight, and I know that you don’t wanna be leaving and I get it, I swear I totally get it and I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, it’s okay that you want this”

Hearing you cry through the phone broke Ashton’s heart. He did this, he caused this. How could he neglect you like that?

“I want it but I don’t need it” He quickly reassured you.

“Yes, you want it. But I can’t help it, I-” Your voice shook “I just feel complete when you’re by my side. I know I can be needy sometimes and believe me, I hate that as much as you do, probably. But, Ash, I haven’t heard from you in weeks! Yes, a morning text now and then but sweety, I don’t think you understand how bad this hurts”

Ashton felt the tears burning in his eyes, your broken voice sounded like an echo in his head, making him wish he could go back and fix his mistakes, to take all your pain away.

“Do you know how hard it is to be in this house alone, not knowing if you are okay or if you miss me? I found myself walking around aimlessly, trying to hold on to the memory of you here, to even a hint that I wasn’t dreaming when I held you close because it’s been so long and I don’t think I can take it anymore. Knowing that you can’t come home till they’re singing, till everyone is singing back at you”

“B-baby-” Ashton said, not caring that he sounded desperate, because he was. He didn’t like where this conversation was going “Baby, I know I fucked up, big time. But don’t you ever doubt that you are the most important thing to me, I swear. Darling, if you-” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat “If you can wait till I get home, I swear that when tomorrow comes this will all be in our past”

You stared blankly ahead as you heard him say those things. It broke you to your core, but you knew what you had to do. It was the best for both of you.

“Ash, you know you can’t give me what I need. Not right now and I can’t ask that from you, I would never ask that from you and you know it. Even though you mean so much to me, I need you to be happy, I need to be happy and maybe we thought that we could find happiness together but Ash, this ain’t it”

“Darling, wait-”

“I love you, but I can’t wait through everything. I can’t keep crying myself to sleep every night wishing for a text, a call, a sign that you are okay. And I can’t ask you to give up your life just to be with me, we both know it’s not going to work and we’ll be miserable-”

“Is this really happening?” Ashton interrupted you.

He was pacing back and forth in the little room, tears falling freely as he understood the words you were trying to say. You were leaving him. You were leaving him and he couldn't blame you. He knew it was too much to ask but he hoped… if he had tried hard enough, if he hadn��t neglected you the way that he did and invalidating you by not acknowledging your feelings, maybe this wouldn’t be the outcome of his mistakes.

“I love you,” He pleaded.

“Ash…”

“No, Y/N!” I know, I fucked up but please! Please, darling, don't leave me” He begged “I swear I’ll never be happy again, not even if we stay friends so don’t even dare to say that. Y/N. I love you. I love you, darling. You are the love of my life and -” He choked, overwhelmed with grief of what he just lost.

“Ash, please don’t make it harder” You cried, silently as your heart broke in a thousand pieces “We knew it’d happen eventually”

“No we fucking didn’t! I didn’t! I want you in my life, Y/N. And I know I sucked at letting you see that but- I swear, if you can wait till I get home, I swear we can make this last, baby. Please”

You stayed silent, wanting to be able to believe him right now, but knowing this was for the best, even if it hurt, it’s what needed to be done so both of you could be happy. And you want nothing more than for him to be happy and free to do whatever he wants, even if it breaks your heart.

“Goodbye, Ash. I love you” You said, voice breaking at the end “I’ll always love you”

“Y/N, don’t-” He pleaded one last time before you ended the call “FUCK” He yelled, throwing the phone to god knows where.

He lost you.

Luke, Calum and Michael came running towards the room when they heard Ashton yell. However, they didn’t expect to find their friend sitting on the floor, sobbing as he started to hyperventilate.

“Mate, what happened?” Ashton took a big breath.

“I fucked up, Cal” He said with a voice as broken as his heart “I fucked up and I don’t know if I can fix it”

Part 2

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