#i don't know if i can completely spell out just how much i appreciate your friendship. your advice

[nkogneatho]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 (𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑪𝑳)

—cw: fem!reader, diabetes worth fluff, soft and protective dads, megumi, tsumiki as yours and toji's kids, mention of childhood trauma in geto's, dad jokes, not proofread

—a/n: I hope you shed a tear and laugh out loud. Don't let this flop. I actually wrote all of these from my personal emotions and experiences :)) Reblogs appreciated.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TELL ME WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE DAD!!! ༊*·˚

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

All these jjk women clowning gojo makes me think his daughter roasts him at every chance she gets. It's not even on purpose. It's just wise words out of a child's mouth.

"Hana-chan~" he calls her in a sugar laced tone. "How do I look in this?" Satoru pointed towards the awful shirt he was wearing. The outfit was all over the place. It was so bad that even your five year old could tell it.

"Papa's good at fighting, not fashion." His jaw immediately dropped and he could hear you trying to control your laugh.

He knelt so he could be a little more "Hana-chan, don't be mean to papa. It's making me cry."

"She's not being mean, baby. Just telling the truth. I'll divorce you if you wear that one more time," you stated, walking towards both of them.

"Oh yeah," he picks the five year old in his embrace, "I'd fight your lawyer. Daddy's the strongest. Right, hana-chan?"

"But you lost the argument to mama las' night." It was amazing how she can sounds so sweet while ripping your husband apart. You finally laughed out loud because you just couldn't control it.

You would expect Toru to put up an argument at times like this but he just giggles, and squeezes you both in a tight hug.

Yeah. He might be the strongest, but he'd always loose to his two girls.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 .ೃ࿐

Your four year old and seven year old were determined to surprise their daddy for father's day. Toji never credits himself. He does so much, but expects nothing back. The thought of "what my kids might gift me for father's day" doesn't even strike his mind. He goes out and sees all the decorations on the stores with big glittered alphabets spelling "happy father's day" that's how he comes to know about it. Yet, the man wouldn't expect anything. He knows you three love him. He just doesn't want anything in return. His love doesn't come at a price for you all to pay. So when he came home to utensils clanking to the ground, he was worried.

"Oné-san, no. That's not how I wanted yout two write," megumi complained.

"Megumi, I am older. I know what to do." They both were trying to dominate each other on what to write on the cake. When they heard Toji's footsteps, the little boy pushed you towards the kitchen entrance.

"Mama, don't let papa come in now." You were laughing as you get kicked out of your own kitchen.

"Hey, sweetheart. I heard some noise. 's everything alright?" Toji gave you a quick peck after the question.

"Oh? Oh that yeah! Everything's fine. I just dropped the pan."

"Are ya hurt?" His eyes look completely concerned.

"Uh hun, I am fi—" before you could complete the sentence, your two cute munchkins came squealing, holding the little cake with small hands.

You moved your figure out of the way so your man can see what his kids made for him.

"Happy father's day, papa." They both wished him with a hearty smile. Toji was surprised. His heart suddenly warmed up to the feeling of the view in front of him. His two babies with flour patches on their tees, tsumiki's messy bun and megumi with cream near his lips, confirming he must've snuck in a taste when his sister was looking away. He wanted to cry.

You looked down and noticed there was a spelling mistake with the word "world" on the cake which was supposed to spell "to best daddy in the world"

"Gumi, Tsumiki, there's a mis—" Toji looked at you and shaked his head, speaking with his looks, telling you to not say it. He did notice it, but he didn't care about the mistake. All he wanted now was to gobble down the cake that his babies made. He pat them both on the head, ruffling their hair. "Thank you, little bears. Lesgo' enjoy this and then papa will take you and mama to the game world you like."

With the way he is looking at them, you're sure he'd eat that cake even if it was poison.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

Geto didn't think he'll ever have kids, but when he was gifted with twin girls, he claims he is the luckiest person alive ever since.

He loves spoiling his little girls. He takes them shopping, pampers them all the time, helps them learn their nursery rhymes. If they ever were to grow up being too bratty, you are prepared to blame him because he never scolds them. He would dare not to. But that is the thing about kids. You don't yell at them. You don't have to be so harsh. You just have to ease it in and make them understand how their wrongdoings can affect others, hurt others as well as themselves.

Something always triggered inside you when you saw him being soft with Rumi and Arohi. You wished you were treated that way in your childhood. You only thought about them being bratty if not yelled, because that's what your childhood was like.

You were working on some documents, when you heard the door unlocking. Rumi and Arohi walked in with their pink bunny bags on their back.

"Mama, we're home!!" they squealed and ran into your arms, as you quickly set the files aside.

"Aww, seems like you had fun without mama. Where's your dad?"

"There." They pointed at the 3 foot box with legs on the door.

"AH! OH MY GOD. Who are you? How did you get in?" Your mother instincts hid the girls behind your back, as you tried to find something to hit the man with.

"Y/N, NO. IT'S ME," the box monster yelled. He moved his head revealing his fox eyes and you could recognize him.

"Suguru? Oh dear."

"A little help please," his voice felt struggled. You quickly sprinted towards the door, and helped him trying to get the box on the floor only two reaveal all the bags he had behind him.

"Did you guys buy the whole store? And what's this? A lego set?"

"That's for you, mama," Rumi stated.

"Yes mama, we got it for you. The biggest one in the store," said Arohi, running towards her shopping bag filled with toys.

"Suguru, for me? Why?"

"Darling. I always see you doing so much for us," his palms now cupped your cheek. "It broke my heart when you told me that story when you wanted the lego set but the responsibile daughter in you felt you did nothing to achieve it so why ask for it. Well here you go."

"I still don't understand," you shaked your head.

"Y/n. It's okay to spoil yourself. You don't always have to work hard to give yourself a little love. These things that you wanted were always yours even if all you did was try." Tears started streaming down your eyes. You felt the seven year old girl in you finally smile.

"Rumi-chan. Arohi-chan. Let's play with mama's gift." All three started sabotaging the tapes and lables in the big blue box.

You felt happy to have this family. You know why he's a great father? Because Suguru doesn't care for two kids. He spoils three. Your daughters, and that little girl in you who wished to have all that you do today.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .ೃ࿐

A man like nanami will always be a great father. No doubt. But here's one thing you probably don't know about Nanami Kento.

He's a full time salaryman, and part time comedian. Well...probably the worst one because his dad jokes are awful. You wanna know how it started in the first place, right? So it was when you were feeding the two year old the baby food, that you suddenly heard your phone ringing. Kento quicky replaced your place and took over the feeding as you walked towards the hall.

"Aww look at you. Aren't you the cutest baby in the world?" He took the spoon off the alligator cartooned bowl and extended it near her mouth. "Do you want to hear daddy's joke?"

Three mintues later you walked in two the sound of your little girl giggling and laughing. She's never laughed so loud.

"Oh my god. She's laughing."

"Yes. I made her laugh, beloved." Kento looked so happy with the biggest smile.

"Really? What did you do?"

"I said a joke." You luaghed too soon. Was that line a joke because Nanami Kento being comical? No. Impossible.

"I am sorry, baby. It's not true, right?"

"It is. You wanna see? Okay here we go." He moved his head back to harumi. "Harumi, do you know what do you call an alligator in a vest?" Your eyes were hooked on to them.

"An investigator." You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears. She was really laughing. You chuckled too. Harumi must really loved his dad. Either that, or she has a poor sense of humor like the blonde in front of her.

Since then, Kento always collects dad jokes like pokemons and records her giggling.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 .ೃ࿐

Trust me or not, Sukuna is a great father. I'll tell you why. You don't see his protectiveness? Yeah he doesn't show much care on the surface, but you don't spot how he is always lurking behind you to whoop anyone's ass who tries to hurt his loved ones?

That's how Sukuna is even as a father. He wants his kids to stand up for themselves, but he'd always be having their back. To hold them and catch them if they trip.

"Oh they sure do grow up fast. You blink and they're already in college, y/n," your neighbor laughed with you. It was Akio's fifth birthday party.

"Everything looks great, but... " she scanned around, "don't you think pink theme is too girly for a boy? Especially the flower tiara on Akio's head.

You were irritated. How dare she say that? Unfortunately for her, Sukuna heard it and quickly walked to you. He kneeled to place the sanrio stickers on Akio's cheeks.

"Yeah so?" Your husband questioned the woman. "Who said pink is for just girls? And even if it was, there wouldn't be anything wrong with Akio liking it." The silence followed made it clear she didn't expect the clapback.

"Plus the tiara makes him look the cutest. Maybe you should try one. It's on the counter. You can surely use..." he eyed her head to toe"...some glow up.

She immediately rushed out of the door with her son and not apparently the counter. You three burst out laughing.

"Ugly Bitch telling my son what he should like."

"KUNA!" you slapped his back for swearing in front of your child.

"What?! Hey, if Akio ever wanted to call her that, I will galdy let it slide. In fact, I'll support him."

He might act like an immature kid sometime, but you know you had kids with the right person when he makes sure his children are raised in healthy environment.

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Uh oh, I'm falling in love (Lando Norris)

Y/N and Lando both have jobs that require good sight and attention to detail and yet they're oblivious to their feelings for eachother

Note: english is not my first language. I'm in a very fluffy mood, so I got really excited when I got this request! This also makes my expectations even higher and calls me single in about seventeen different languages at once...

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Hey guys! How's everyone?", Max said to the camera as you made sure the set up was right, the screen showing his and Lando's faces on one screen and the table on the other like it was supposed to.

"As per your many, many requests, we have brought our graphic designer at Quadrant, Y/N", Lando announced as you appeared on camera, sending a very awkward first wave to the camera, "today's stream is little different than our usual programming, but it was the only way she agreed to be in one! You guys really wanted to see her, so we had to be creative!", Max said as he moved the friendship bracelets making kit into view on the table.

"Hey, Queen Taylor said we should make the friendship bracelets, so we're just following her!", you chuckled, looking at all the coloured threads and colourful beads, sorting them out and grabbing a pen and paper so you could draw your ideas.

"Since you guys wanted to get to know Y/N, can I tell them to send in questions?", Lando questioned you, "sure, I'll answer them to the best of mu ability", you smiled.

You were picking the letters you needed for the bracelet you were making when Max spoke up, "first one: how did you start working with Quadrant? I'd love to work on the team when I finish my degree!".

"I saw the job offer, and I must admit at first I didn't really know much about the company. I looked it up, looked cool enough and I sent my CV and portfolio in. So keep your eyes peeled for any offers, I guess? We have them now on the website, which was my doing, so you can check them out there if you want to be part of the team", you offered.

"I need help, guys", Lando said as he fiddled with his bracelet, the orange and grey beads with his initials sliding on the elasticated material, I can't do the closing knot on my own", he pouted as you placed your bracelet down.

"You have to flip it like this, here. Just put it on your wrist and I'll do the rest", you ushered him, your fingertips gingerly touching his hand and wrist as you quietly laced it, "this way we don't get frilly bits out and it looks pretty, see? Pretty!", you smiled, modelling his wrist for the camera.

Pretty, that's what he often thought about you. Not only pretty, but it was one of the first physical traits that came to mind.

"We should all have matching ones!", Max said as he completed his bracelet, impressively on his own, revealing the colourful beads with Quadrant spelled in white round beads with black letters, "I'll make one for each of you", he said as he watched you show your own, pink beads and a lyric he assumed was from a Taylor Swift song.

"I'll make Y/N's, she helped me after all", Lando said as one brave fan sent a comment into the chat.

He's so giddy to make Y/N a bracelet, it's a shame it will snap because of his lack of skills

Am I delusional if I say that they'd make a great couple?

If you're delusional, then what do I call myself? I still think they're making heart eyes at eachother whenever they catch the slightest glimpse!

We're joining forces, I think it's a noble pursuit!

He's a dork, Y/N, but you should give him a chance

Have you always known you wanted to be a graphic designer?

"I thought about different careers before I settled on this one, for now at least", you explained, "engineering was in the running up, but then I figured out that I was curious about how things worked, but that didn't mean that I wanted to be the one working on it. And this was a way to express my creativity, my strategy planning as well, and at the moment it's been quite good", you smiled as Lando grabbed your wrist softly, "I need to make sure this fits", he interrupted, "and it won't snap because I've learnt how to do it, thank you very much", he blushed. So he, too, was reading the comments, choosing not to dwell in them.

"Look, this way you always have a lucky charm with you everywhere you go, even if we're not together. We're eachothers lucky charms!", Lando announced as Max mafe a fake gagging noise.

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"Are you all ready?", you said as you and Tara walked inside the room, clasping your watch on your wrist and hoping to find the boys ready.

Quadrant had been invited to a gala dinner that celebrated the companies in the same line of business, inviting five people to take part in the meal. After some team members politely declining the invitation since they had things booked already, the group ended up being Lando, Max, Callum, Tara and yourself.

The dress required everyone to up their usual style, hence the long dress you were wearing. Even though it was far from your usual everyday attire, you felt beautiful in the dress you ended up with after browsing the online shops for a while. The cut was simple, the skirt widening from your waist down and complimenting your curves as the sheen from the midnight blue fabric looked soft and sweet against your skin.

Lando seemed to think the same, trying his best to not let his mouth hang open when you and Tara walked inside their room, heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hurried them, "does it really take that long to put on a suit? I had to help Tara with the laces on her back and we still got ready faster than the three of you?", you asked, shaking your wrist to check if the dainty watch wasn't going to fall and that it wasn't too tight either.

Looking up to meet Lando's eyes, you were sure you physically and audibly gulped. No one should look that good in a plain white shirt. The cuffs were still unbuttoned, but the shirt itself was tucked in his black pants. He didn't have any jewellery, so his tanned skin caught your eye as it contrasted with his clothes.

"Lando has a problem with his shirt and we are trying to solve it", Max said, a little bit too antsy given that, at the naked eye, there didn't seem to be a big issue with the piece of clothing you had been inspecting quite closely.

"There was a loose button, and I tried to fix it, but I made it worse", Lando said as he pointed to the button on his hand, the slight movement showing you the place where it was supposed to he holding the piece together and closed.

"Three people in this room and no one thought about grabbing the sewing kit from the amenities?", Tara suggested, looking for it in the box that was the same as it was in your room, "see? Simple as that! Can you sew it, Y/N? My hand isn't fully healed yet, I can't quite grasp something that small yet".

Tara had injured herself earlier on in the week, prompting her to ask to tag out of the gala until you pleaded her to go so you wouldn't be alone, so she couldn't do it. None of the other guys seemed to even know how to pull the thread through the needle, so you grabbed the kit from Tara's hand, "sure, I'll do it", you said, "if that's okay with you, that is", you looked over at Lando.

"Sure, anything to solve this. Do I keep it on or should I take it off?", he questioned, wanting to slap himself straight after at his offer. Why would he volunteer to be shirtless in front of you? It certainly wasn't the way to go, shoving himself like that.

"On should be fine", you muttered, missing the snickers going on behind you as you wet the thread with your tongue, careful to not transfer any of the lipstick on it and ruining the piece without point of return for good, easily looping it through and adjusting the size of the ends.

"Button", you put your hand out so Lando could place it in your fingers, "I will do my best not to poke you, let me know if I do so accidentally", you mumbled at the closeness to him you found yourself in. It was the third button from the top, and as much as you loved the sight of the shirt slightly undone, the dinner required his shirt to be done up. Looping the thread on the button a few times, you moved to pierce the crisp white fabric so it would be secure, your hands dangerously close to his skin as you could hear his laboured breath. Lando still remembered and thought constantly about your fingers touching his hand and wrist when you did the friendship bracelets video for the YouTube channel, and right now, it only added to his predicament.

"It's done, all good!", you exclaimed, looking up as you cut the thread and seeing Lando's eyes on you. The intensity nearly threw you off of your balance as you stood the tiniest bit crouched down on your high heels.

Scrambling to further the distance between your bodies, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on your dress, storing the supplies back in the kit as Lando managed to utter out a thank you, too stunned and intoxicated by your scent to say anything else.

"I sewed a button as neither of you look any more ready that you were when we got here? We're going to be late!", you hurried, sitting next to Tara and ignoring her smirk as you scrolled through your phone.

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"That shoot will have to wait since Lando won't be back here soon, then", you said, moving things around in the online shared calendar, "when did you say you could again? I'm sorry", you asked, rubbing your forehead and squeezing your eyes, adjusting your glasses and looking at him through the screen.

"The first weekend of the next month", Lando assured, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked. The bags under your eyes didn't fool anyone and you looked tired. And sick, he guessed by the layers of clothing you had on.

"I had a pretty shit day, actually", you admitted, "I had to go with the guys from storage because there was an issue. The supplier sent the samples and we wanted to get things moving so I could have some ideas for the description and the social media team also wanted to prep the draft for the whole story telling, but it all went under. I also think I caught some bug, so it's been a fun day", you exaggeratingly smiled, mocking your own misery.

"You look like you need a hug, Y/N. Do you need a hug?", Lando asked as you nodded, "Actually, that would be pretty good, but I live alone. The neighbours would think I'm pretty weird if I went around like this asking for one, too", you reasoned.

Even though he wasn't next to you, Lando still managed to pull a smile out of you as he got up from the chair he was sitting in, hugging his laptop, "did you feel that hug?", he loudly wondered, "it's full of Get well soon fairy dust!", he smiled charmingly.

"Fairy dust, mate?", Callum wondered, reminding you of his presence in the videocall, "you try and spend more than a few hours with a little girl and you let me know. Mila has taught me all about fairy dust and princess magic", Lando added.

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"How will we get out of here?", you wondered, starting to regret joining Lando, Max and Pietra when they said they were going to watch a football game. You loved the sport and you figured it would be a nice distraction after a work loaded week, but now, things were looking less than a distraction.

"We will let them space out once the game finishes, free up the roads as well because getting out of here will be a pain, too", Lando suggested.

The game granted your team a win and three points in the championship, the crowd going wild as they clapped, whistled and waved their scarfs, slowly leaving the stadium.

"Should we make a run for it now?", Pietra said, holding her boyfriend's hand as she allowed him to pull her away.

You followed Lando, thanking his choice of a colourful hoodie to wear today as it made it easier for you to spot him, "go in front of me, I'll back you up", he switched positions. You weren't having too much trouble until you were met with a ramp, people carelessly shoving others as they tried to leave as quick as they could, all with the same intent of avoiding traffic and crowded roads.

"Here, Y/N", you heard Lando as he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers in his and pulling you along, excusing you two as you approached Max and Pietra again, "we're here", you tapped the blonde woman's shoulder with your free hand.

"Goodness, that was and adventure", she said once you reached the stadium car park, the crowd clearing up significantly as there was maybe another ten people headed the same way as you were now, "is everyone alright? I think someone stepped on my foot quite a few times, or many people stepped on it at various different times", you reasoned, walking alongside Lando still.

"Don't we need to hand the bracelets back?", Max said as he looked at the sign, taking his bracelet off and depositing it in the box in the booth, Pietra doing the same as you seemed distracted.

"Are you okay, Y/N?", Max asked, seeing you and Lando were still holding hands and, because of that, not taking off your bracelets.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?", you scrunched your eyebrows, "we need to hand the bracelets back in, so I kind of need to have yours, too", he teased, looking at your hand still entwined with Lando's.

Removing your hand from Lando's as if it har started burning all of a sudden, you removed the bracelet, apologising quietly to the stadium employee as you thanked him, "shall we go now?".

"Dinner out?", Lando gulped, getting into the driver's seat, "Good idea, yes", Max added, sitting in the passenger's seat as you and Pietra sat in the back, your hand rubbing your other hand that had been laced with Lando's own one for a long time. Uh oh, you were falling in love.

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The launch was finally over after an amazing response from the fans, leaving your heart happy and warm with a sense of mission accomplished.

"Is everything packed into the van?", you asked Tara, "yes, it's just this box. It has fragile things, so do you think you guys can take it in the car with you? It probably only fits at the front, so you'll have to squeeze in with the boys on the back", she smiled apologetically, "it's fine, we'll keep eachother warm like penguins do", you chuckled, holding the door open as she set the box safely.

Saying goodbye to her and the rest of the team, Max and Lando joined you, "You sit in the middle seat", Max pointed at you, opening the door ao you could scoot closer to Lando and he could get in.

"Could you tell me how long we have until get back?", Lando asked the driver, "with traffic at this hour, I'd say around 90 minutes", he smiled, turning on the blinker so he could leave the car park.

"Plenty of time for me to catch up on sleep, then!", you cheered, making yourself comfortable in the space you had, folding your scarf into an impromptu travel pillow, closing your eyes.

"Are you a snorer?", Max asked, making you blindly swat his thigh, "only when I'm sick, and lucky for you, I'm in presteen health, no blocked nose", you grumbled.

It didn't take you long to fall asleep. In the last week, all of the nights combined, you probably slept less than thirty hours, so your body was indeed in need of rest.

"And there it goes", Max said as your pillow undid itself, Lando lifting his shoulder in reflex so your head wouldn't drop drastically, landing on top of him, "Good thing she isn't our engineer, hm?", he chuckled, looking at how his bestfriend was looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

"I think I'm in love with Y/N", Lando whispered after he took your appearance in. You had forgone wearing make-up today, so he could see all your moles and scars, your pouty lips and the darkened skin under your eyes. It took everything in him to not bend down and kiss your forehead.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out, mate", Max added, shaking his head, "I genuinely thought you had some issue processing information, I'm glad to find out you don't.

"Now you just have to act on it, which is going to take you, what? Two, three more months?".

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Series:

The Years Between US (incomplete)

age gap, smut, angst, fluff

Synopsis and Character List

Part I

Mini Series:

The Divorce (incomplete)

the one where Y/N takes on her first high profile case as an assistant at a law firm. Her first client? Harry Styles.

smut, angst, fluff and a Harry who is delightfully insufferable :)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Tolerate It (complete)

the one where Harry is a workaholic and Y/N doesn't know how long she can take it anymore.

angst, taylor swift inspired and a Harry who needs to get his head on straight

Part I

Part II

Part III

Obsession (incomplete)

the one where Y/N meets her brother's girlfriends family for the first time and takes a specific interest in a certain older Mr Styles

Part I

Stars Around My Scars (incomplete)

the one where Y/N is throwing Niall a surprise birthday party and she bumps into Harry Styles on the street while buying candles

Part I

Mr and Mrs Styles (upcoming)

the one where Y/N and Harry are assassins for rival companies and they're trying to take each other down. oh and they're married.

Mr and Mrs Smith AU

A Delicate Point of View (upcoming)

the one where recently widowed Mr Styles is looking for a nanny and Y/N just recently happens to be jobless

Sound of Music AU

One Shots:

The Wedding

the one where Y/N is stressed planning for their wedding and Harry can't seem to do anything right

Rainbows and Hospital Rooms

the one where Harry is a grumpy doctor, Y/N is his intern and she's late on her first day

Kissy?

the one where Harry simply cannot keep his lips off Y/N

Enough For You

the one where Harry kisses EmRata in Tokyo and Y/N finds out on Twitter

Spells of Fate

the one where Y/N keeps feeling dizzy and Harry is ever the protective boyfriend

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[especiallythewomenandthechildren]

As If Destiny

A/N: I too have fallen ill to the widespread disease that is young snow 😮‍💨 like him being so fine is so unnecessary. Some quick notes: I've never actually written a fic on here nor a reader one in general so please deal with me! Also I wrote out this whole thing, posted it, then it went into oblivion and I had to rewrite it completely so I apologize! Please let me know if I should add anything or am missing certain details that seem necessary. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, thank you loves❤️

Summary: You've always been kind hearted yet admirably defiant. Or that is at least one of the ways Coriolanus Snow would describe you. Ever since grade school, you have always been on the same level as him in academics and one of his few competitors for the Plinth Prize. But as tragedy struck your family, Coriolanus thought you would fall away from his life, but instead, you got even more intertwined (not to mention the complicated past knots tying your families together).

Warnings: Terminal illness, parent death, death and brutality (it is the hunger games after all) characters may be ooc. I read the book a while ago but don't really remember much of Snows way of thinking (I mean I know its toxic and insane but yk the other things) so I will mostly be basing off the film and my own thoughts. Also I can't spell for the life of me so be prepared for bad spelling and grammar. Enjoy loves!

Blood just kept on coming. And coming. And coming. Every violent cough shaking your mother's body was followed by spatters of hot, deep red blood. You quickly tried to clean it up as soon as it came out to protect your mother's dignity and to make sure she didn't choke. It took a few minutes, but the coughing session passed and your mother took deep gulps of water, fighting off your attempt to get her to slow down.

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With her engrossed in her cup, you steal a glance at the clock on the wall. As the time for the start of classes nears, the more axinety builds in your chest. Your mother follows your gaze and smiles warmly.

"Run along my little scholar. I will be fine and even better knowing you are sticking your nose in every textbook you can find."

She says in a hoarse voice. You smile slightly and lightly laugh. "That's not how school works, mom. I stick my nose into tissues because of how many textbooks I have to read ."

She rolls her eyes at your little comment and does a little motion gesturing you should be on your way. Shaking your head, you retorted "I still have half an hour till classes begin and I have plenty of time for Rhayen (your driver) to take me to the academy."

You attempt to assure her. Though, it was now your mother's turn to shake her head.

"I know you prefer walking there, don't try to fool me now. You will come back after school and I will be fine. Don't worry, darling."

With a sigh, you stand up and dust off your rouge colored academy uniform and grab your bag. You give your mother a soft kiss on her temple and steal one more glance at the clock. You rush through the halls and down the stairs of your luxurious apartment. The academy wasn't too far from your home, so you could enjoy the walk and the early spring air ruffling your hair.

You tried to smile and nod at the strangers walking past. You needed to clear your mind (distract yourself) so you examined every part of the high class society. Their eyes, faces, hair, clothing, and whatever else you could analyze. With this strategy, it doesn't take long untill the grand structure of the Capital academy to come into view.

As you near the school, you notice a certain curly haired boy sitting on the steps. You feel a sense of relief and pick up your pace. You stop infront of the boy, who seemed too engrossed into his book to notice your sudden appearance.

"Are you behind on the reading or are you being a bookworm?" You question.

He snaps his head up with his familiar smile. "Had some extra time and motivation, so thought I would trudge through this absolute -"

You nudge him with your shoulder to motion to stop talking.

"Yeah yeah I know but be careful: Professor Rhaen always spawns out of nowhere and I would personally prefer if you were not on the receiving end of one of his lectures."

Everyone knew how hard it was to please your professor and how strict your he was. Especially with Sejanus.

He didn't care about his money: professor Rhaen still felt Sejanus was lesser because he was born in the districts.

That sentiment is widely shared with your classmates. From the first day, when little kind hearted Sejanus came to the capital, he was met with stares and whispers. You specifically remember Arachne snubbing the boy. But when lunch came and he sat all alone, seemingly dejected, you sauntered over to his table. Then, just like now, his brown eyes widened in surprise. You smiled and sat down in the chair across from him.

"What's your favorite smell?"

He just stared at you for a while. who asks that. The silence continued untill you got too impatient, a trait you still struggle with, and answer your own question.

"Mine is vanilla because it smells like the sweet cakes my mom makes on special occasions or even sometimes when she is in a really good mood."

A smell that has slowly been creeping its way back into your life after the war. He laughed at your confession and replied that his was lavender, the smell of his mother, or as he calls her, ma.

He was still warry as why you were sitting with him. It was clear you were well liked by your peers and teachers and always seemed to posses the right answers, exemplified in your shared morning classes. But as you both continued your meal and conversation, he felt as if he had been sent an angel that day.

"There's that smile, I've missed it." Sejanus says, breaking you out of your reminiscence.

You duck your head down in some sort of embarrassment and shame. It felt wrong to be smiling and laughing nowadays, especially with the worsening of your mother's condition.

Noticing your reaction and following your train of thought, Sejanus tried to backtrack.

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N! I'm sorry, you've been suffering and here I am saying stuff like that. I- I- wow I'm such an idiot! I'm truly sorry."

You look up to his genuinely defated and apolgetic face. "You have no reason to be sorry, it's okay. And it's not like I'm the one suffering. I can walk, talk normally, and am not coughing up blood while my face pales and hollows." You say solemnly.

Sejanus opened his mouth to question but was cut off as you both reached your destination. It was best not to discuss your mother's condition around your gossip privy peers around.

You walk to your desks and switch to the topic of later tonight, which you would be having dinner with the Plinths, an occurrence that is becoming more and more often. The last few of your classmates filled in, including Arachne, Clemensia, Festus, and Felix.

A few paces later comes in the charming and handsome Coriolanus Snow. You wouldn't be embarrassed to admit that description, any girl with eyes would agree. With that ever plastered, neutral yet calculated expression on his face, he quickly made his way to his seat, on the other side of you.

He wasn't necessarily friends with you or even Sejanus, but he was far kinder to him than the others were. That's probably one of the many aspects that makes him more appealing. You definitely didn't have a crush on him, but you have zoned out on his side profile once or twice.

Hey, you can't blame a girl!

Well that was your excuse to Sejanus, who caught you seconds in on staring at the blonde. But that was a long time ago. Now you were always zoned out on her.

That's exactly where your mind drifted to as Professor Rhaen began his lecture on the reading assigned. And it stayed there untill the sound of a pen hitting the marble floor brought you back.

You thought it could have been you, especially in your state of hazy focus and sleep deprivation. But taking a quick look at your feet, it was Coriolanus's.

Perfect and proper Coriolanus. Huh.

You hastily grab it and give it back to him, which he accepts with a small greatful smile. A smile that quickly turns into a look of concern.

He grabs your wrist and began examining it. You were stunned and curious what he was looking at until you noticed the deep and clear blood on your wrist, clear even on your deep red uniform.

You must have gotten it when taking care of your mother! You were mentally kicking yourself for being so careless.

"Your bleeding!" He states worridly. He quickly grabs a handkerchief from his bag and attempts to put it on your wrist, but you snap it away from his hold.

You noticed the initials on the white handkerchief. It was his father's. You certainly weren't going to stain such an item of sentiment with blood that wasn't even yours. Her blood.

He was moving to grab your wrist once again but was interrupted by the clear nosies of irritation and frustration of your classmates.

While you and Snow were having your little debacle, Professor Rhaen assigned an extensive research paper that will be due in two months. You understood your peers frustration, the longer you had in this class for an assignment, the more work and harsher the grading will be. But you were greatful for this assignment. It would be a wonderful distraction.

You took a quick look around to gage their reactions and saw Arachne's scowl which made you inwardly chuckle at her expression. But when you came back around to Coriolanus, you saw him still staring at with you a questioning expression.

Questions he would be unable to voice as the bell rang to signal the end of the first period. He tried to stop you or slow you down, but you were extremely focused on getting your materials in your bag and getting out of the intense stare of the blonde.

Sejanus noticed your haste and helped you out, while Snow was attempting to catch up, handkerchief still in hand. But you sped out and straight to the bathroom to wash off the blood covering your hands.

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A/N: Sorry to cut it off here! I felt this was already so long (future me after doing some revisions and having some actual writing under my belt - no it's not.), but don't worry I plan on posting again soon! I am excited to see where this is going I hope you all are too!

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 11

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson; Royal Steve Harrington; Meet cute; Flirting; Secret Identity; Sort of angsty/open ending

"So, tommorow…" Chrissy says from behind the folder they've been provided. It looks so posh with its dark green binding, the royal sigil embossed on it in gold print. Eddie hates it. It probably thinks it's so much better than the other folders. "When you're introduced to Prince Steven, you're to address him as Your Royal Highness. After that, you call him Sir." 

"What, really? Dude, at least buy me dinner before we start with the kinky shit." 

Chrissy shoves his feet off the desk, which almost makes him topple off his chair. 

"Can you take this seriously? A royal visit is an important matter. We can certainly use the publicity-" 

Eddie's hand crashes down on the desk. "I'm a fucking rockstar, Chris. That ain't enough publicity? This place is my baby, mine. What does that royal asshole know about what it's like to have a rough childhood? He thinks he can come here, give a little speech, smile for the cameras, and suddenly it's all about him?" 

"What, now you care?" 

He whirls on her, but the look she gives him makes him freeze. Chrissy sighs. 

"Eds, you are so busy with the new album and the tour, you haven't even met the new volunteers. I said I'd manage the place, and that's fine. But you must trust me. Just do it for me. Please?" 

*

The skate park has new graffiti, and he hasn't even seen it yet. Eddie exhales his cigarette smoke and watches how it curls up to the sign spelling Hellfire Youth Center.

Maybe Chrissy is right. Maybe he should be here more. Maybe he's been so caught up in the whole fame and fortune thing, he's losing sight of what's important, like- 

"Watch out!" 

Like guys on skateboards barrelling towards him. 

Eddie throws up his hands. The guy tries to swerve, completely tips his precarious balance, and goes flying off the board and right into him. They land on the asphalt with an undignified oomph. 

"Shit, sorry," babbles the guy and tries to disentangle his limbs from Eddie’s. "Couldn't brake-" 

"S alright," Eddie hears himself say, even though his ass hurts like a bitch from the impact and he can already feel the bruises forming. "You can fall into my arms any time." 

Skateboard guy blinks up at him and - fuuuck, he's cute! In a scrungly, beanie-stuffed-over-chestnut-locks, black-rimmed-nerd-glasses kind of way. 

For a second, nobody says anything. 

"For fuck’s sake," someone swears, and then little Max Mayfield is running towards them, ginger braids jumping with the movement. "I told you to be careful." 

"Sorry," cutie with the glasses says again. Eddie has never seen him around. He must be one of the new volunteers Chrissy mentioned. "Guess I'll need to practice some mo- ow, shit!" 

His hands fly up to cradle his knee. There's a hole and a rapidly spreading bloodstain in the fabric of his jeans. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says, and whips his bandana from his back pocket to press it to the wound. "Red, why don't you hop inside and get the first aid kit? I'll stay here with …" 

He trails off expectantly. Cutie's eyes go wide. 

"I, erm … Dustin." 

"I'll stay here with Dustin." 

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Dustin, it turns out, isn't just cute, but also fun to talk to. He doesn’t gush about what a huge fan he is or ask for an autograph once. Eddie never thought he'd appreciate that one day, but it gets really old really quick. 

Instead, they jump from one topic to the next, sitting on one of the benches and watching Max go on her board. Dustin has a quick, sharp wit and isn't afraid to counter Eddie’s jabs with his own, delightfully bitchy sense of humor. Damn, to think he almost missed this one. He really needs to be around more.

"I love this place, y’know? You created something great for these kids." 

Eddie jerks to attention. The sun has started to dip, casting Dustin’s smile and the hair poking from his beanie in a soft golden light. 

"Thanks man," Eddie murmurs, and feels the bitterness boil back up. "Some people seem to think it needs better publicity, though." 

Dustin shuffles awkwardly, winces when the movement pulls on the Care Bears bandaids Max has plastered all over his knee. 

"You mean the royal visit?"

Eddie huffs. 

"Yeah, man. I mean, what are they expecting me to do, bow and grovel while his Royal Doucheness prances all over the place with his perfect hair and fancy suit and thank him for it? It's not like he cares about these kids, it's all just a gig to him."

Dustin draws his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You can't know that. Maybe he does care. Maybe he's-" 

Eddie barks a laugh. "Oh, give me a break. All the royals are good at is looking important and spending our tax money. I can fucking do without-" 

"Steve? We gotta leave, c'mon." 

They both whip around. A fancy black limousine with tinted windows has pulled up in the parking lot behind them. A gruff looking man is holding the back door open and looking at them expectantly. 

Dustin sighs and stands. 

"Coming, Hop." 

"Wait, wait, what?" Eddie babbles as he walks towards the car, shoulders in a sad little hunch. "What's going on? Who's that guy? Why's he calling you-" 

And then it clicks. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says. 

Dustin … no, Steve … no, Steven - Crown Prince Steven fucking Harrington - gives him a tight smile while the man ushers him into the backseat. 

"Thank you for your time, Mr Munson, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try not to be too much of a douchebag, I promise." 

The door clicks shut. 

The car glides away. 

Eddie buries his face in his palms. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. He's the fucking Prince."

Beside him, wheels grate on asphalt as Max brakes.

"Wow," she deadpans. "You're in some deep shit." 

Eddie groans. 

Tomorrow is gonna be a long-ass fucking day. 

Part 2

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[winterrrnight]

make up

PAIRING: drew starkey x best friend!gn!reader

SUMMARY: you are skilled at make up, and when you're doing Drew's make up while sitting in his lap, you both feel emotions you aren't sure you have felt before.

WARNINGS: fluff, nothing else :)

EDITH SPEAKS: UGH I WISH I COULD DO MAKE UP! but I really cannot ahahahahaha, but in the fanfiction world all is possible ;)

I think the ending kind of sucks, but I really just wanted to write about that make up scene so that's done! Ignore any little grammatical/spelling errors.

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You and your best friend Drew have been invited to one of your friend's birthday party. The theme of the birthday party is 'Euphoria', so everyone's outfits and make up looks have to be inspired by the show. You are super excited about it, because the aesthetics of the show are mesmerising and the idea of using glitter, and purple-blue eyeshadows makes you enthusiastic.

You are quite good at make up, having picked up at it at quite a younger age. Make up to you seems like painting, but this time a person is your canvas. On the other hand, Drew doesn't know anything about make up. At all. So naturally, you both decided that he will come over at your place atleast 2 hours before the party, so you both can get ready and leave together.

The party starts at 8 pm, and right at 6 pm, you hear your door bell ring. You open the door and let Drew in, who has come with a garment bag in his hand.

"We should get started on the make up, because we don't have enough time." You say, after you both have greeted each other and shared a hug. You take his hand and lead him to your room, ushering him to sit down on your bed as you gather your make up bags.

You pull out all the make up you will need and keep it on the bed for easy reach. "You okay with all of this?" You ask Drew, and he gives you a nod.

"I dont even know where all these go on my face," he says, laughing, "so yes, I think I'm okay. I trust you with this." You smile at his words. He tells you he's done his basic skincare routine: cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen, so now you know you can start with the make up.

You take the primer and as you start layering it on his face, you realise how much you are having to bend, because you're standing in front of him and he's sitting on your bed, meaning you're completely towering over him.

When you are done applying the primer, you straighten your back up and let out a groan. Drew opens his eyes and looks at you with concern.

"You okay?" He asks, your hand now on your back.

"Yes, I'm fine," you say, looking around your room to look for a chair for you to sit down, but internally groaning again when you can't spot one.

"You know, you can, sit on my lap if you want to," Drew says, and you look at him with wide eyes.

"Oh no, its okay, I must have a chair somewhere in my living room, I'll get it, or I can just sit next to you on the bed-" You know there isn't much space on the bed; with your outfit, make up, Drew's outfit, your jewellery, and other little accessories spread around on it.

"No it's okay, I promise," he looks at you with reassuring eyes. You give him a slow nod, and sit down on his lap, your legs on either side. You don't put much weight on him, worrying he might find it a little heavy.

"You can sit down comfortably, i promise you aren't heavy." It's like he can hear your thoughts. You let your complete weight on him, and you see he's still smiling at you. You feel your heart rate quicken when his hands land on your waist and help you sit comfortably. You let out a deep inhale, and try to divert your complete focus to the make up which you need to be done within less than an hour.

You put on some foundation and concealer on his face, and start to blend it out with a beauty blender. At moments, you find yourself holding onto his shoulders for balance, and you take your hand off in just a second.

"Why are you so stiff? Relax," Drew laughs at you, his eyes closed with the unblended concealer still on his face.

He's right. Why are you so stiff? Why are you not able to relax and do what you're so experienced in? This kind of make up look never takes you this long, but your position on top of him, is making you feel emotions you didn't know you had for him.

You've been best friends with Drew as long as you can remember. He's been there for you through primary school, middle school, high school, and even when you both separated paths because you went to separate universities. He never failed to call you up almost everyday to check up on you and update you with everything that's been happening with him. Especially after he made acting his job and started getting attention, he has always taken you to film shoots in different places you never thought you'd get to explore before.

After spending so much time together, you never thought of him something more than a best friend. Why? You don't know. But you've also never ignored the fluttering in your heart each time your hand brushed his when you both reach out for the same thing at the same moment, or when he's doing a photo shoot and he looks at you and shoots you the most adorable smile. But you can never think of being something more. If you did try, you both will most probably fail, and all these years of curating a beautiful friendship so carefully will go down the gutter in a matter of seconds.

So you've always dug all these little feelings in you. No one needs to know about them. You both are perfectly fine as best friends. That's it.

Once you're done with the concealer, you start on the actual make up look. You choose a blush which will match Drew's skin tone really well, and start to layer it on a brush. Drew watches you carefully as you brush the make up brush on the palette.

You move a little closer to his face, the distance between you two being reduced to small magnitudes of inches, and start to brush the blush on his cheeks. His eyes instantly fall shut on the feeling of the soft bristles against his cheeks, an instant calm rushing in his veins. You, with your eyebrows furrowed, keep on brushing his cheeks as carefully as you can.

His cheeks are now subtly suffused with a champagne pink, and you decide to start with the eye shadow.

"Close your eyes for me," you mumble, but he doesn't need that notice. His eyes, already closed from feeling you so close to him, your heart so close to his, your skin occasionally touching his. He just hums to your words, and you start to apply the eyeshadow on his eyelids. You've never been this close to him. You notice every freckle, every scar, every beauty mark on him you've never seen before. He just became a whole lot more beautiful to you.

You want to stay this close forever. His body heat has warmed you up, and you're extremely comfortable in his lap. You slow down your movement with the eyeshadow, never wanting this moment to end.

When the eye make is done, you grab onto the silver glitter and apply it on his cheekbones, which accentuates them even more, and some on his eyelids which matches really well with the purple tints of the eyeshadow.

You get some last needed items: mascara and a lipgloss. You gently apply the mascara to his eyelashes, making sure not to poke him in the eye. You open the lipgloss and move impossibly close to him to apply it on his lips.

You gently drag the end of the applicator of the lip gloss across his lips, the gloss leaving a shine as you move it across. His lips, separated apart slightly, heave of little exhales as you are so close to him.

You just want to press your lips against his.

What? No you don't! Hes your best friend, nothing more. You cannot risk it all simply because you want to know if they taste just as sweet as they look.

You clear your throat as you're done with the lip gloss and move your face away from his. "It's done," you say with a contented smile as you look at your finished result.

Drew looks at you with a grin on his face. "How do I look?" He asks you. He knows he looks absolutely stunning. You did his make up, so yes, theres no way he doesn't look beautiful right now.

"I think you look great," you say with a cheeky smile, as you start to get off his lap, but his arms fixate around your waist and stop you from getting up.

"Don't get up, I loved having you sit on my lap," Drew says with a pout. You feel your cheeks heat up, but just giggle at his reply.

"But then we will get late for the party, and I still have to do my make up look," you say. No doubt you don't want to get off either, but you have to, you have no choice.

"Forget the party, lets just stay here and do something else," he pleads. His blue eyes pierce yours, which want nothing more than to just look at you forever.

"But then my make up look will go to waste! I did it for the party, you know," you humph. Forcing yourself against your will, you get off Drew's lap. You take your time to wear your outfit and finish with your makeup, and just five minutes before your decided leaving time, you both are completely ready.

You now stand in front each other, your faces gleaming each time light reflects on them. You did your own look quite matching to Drew's, the same purple hues and glitter splattered across your face.

"Wow," Drew whispers looking at you, as his arms find your waist again. You're beginning to get used to them being wrapped so firmly around you and softly pulling you closer to him.

You give Drew a smile and intertwine your hand with his, and you both go out of your house to go to the party.

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Inspired by that one Heart Hunter interaction with Julian, how would the M6 react to a MC who's way stronger then they look?

Btw i seriously have to thank you for everything you do. Seeing you post puts the biggest gein on my face every time, you're awesome!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is stronger than they look

~ yes. Just ... yes. yes. thank you. and also, thank you for the compliment! knowing that people enjoy my ideas puts the biggest grin on my face too! cheers to you anon - brainrot ~

Julian

He was already very much in love with you before, but DAMN

He does not have enough room in his body for this level of attraction. The first time you display your surprising amount of strength he just about melts into the floor

For such a tall guy, he doesn't have that much mass on him, so having you around is a whole new version of things he didn't know he needed in his life

Pickle jar? He's asking you to open it. Something fell under the couch? He's asking you to lift one end while he bends over to retrieve it

Malak must have dragged his eyepatch back there, silly raven

Any chance to watch you be strong, really

He also adores the chance to get a good feel for your abilities up close, so you can expect him to be a lot more clumsy when you're around

Suddenly he can't step over anything without tripping and falling. He is not safe around stairs, doorsteps, cobblestones, or even that one kitchen tile apparently

He just likes the way you catch him

Asra

They knew post-recovery that you weren't physically weak, but they had no idea just how strong you had gotten

Until he randomly decided to get an overstuffed neon tie-dye couch to go under the window and you managed to get it up the stairs almost completely by yourself

They were completely caught off guard and are now very curious about exactly how strong you are

If you're willing, he'll ask you to lift heavier and heavier things each day until he gets an idea of how much you can manage

They also love to tease, so this is going to be their cue to baby their strong, capable beloved

You could be restocking a part of the shop and he'll take a crate of feathers from your hands and coo at you while he carries it to the next set of shelves

They love seeing you shine, though, so they won't hesitate to ask you for help with something heavy or invite you to try something physically impressive

He just adores everything about you, what else is there to say?

Nadia

The first time she sees your strength her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline. She is very, very impressed

She's stuck between not wanting to make you self-conscious and asking you to do it again so she can watch more closely this time

She'll end up asking you to do it again and then be uncharacteristically distracted for the next fifteen minutes

Will eventually ask why you're so strong

Is it the diet? The lifestyle? The magic use? A spell? The side effects of having the body of an Arcana? Being a shopkeep? A mysterious exercise regimen?

Now that she knows what you're capable of, she'll invite you to join her for more physically demanding tasks

If you didn't know how to fence before, you're about to learn. If weapons aren't your preference, she'll pick up boxing with you

She's not the type to brag but she does like to show off things that she believes are worth praising

She's going to ask you to carry lots of heavy things whenever her sisters are around

Muriel

You have no idea how relieved he is not to be the only significantly strong person in the room anymore

Do you know how awkward it is for him?

Don't get him wrong, he loves to help, but it's a little intimidating when every eye in the room turns to him as soon as someone pulls out a stubborn jar

And it gets even worse when all the attention makes him sweat and he keeps losing his grip

Now he can turn and look at you instead and his hands can stay dry

If you're up for it, he really appreciates the extra set of muscle around the woods. Sometimes the big, old trees fall across the paths, and while he can manage on his own, it's much easier with you around

He secretly loves it when you show a slight competitive side

It's fun to unnecessarily move a boulder across the clearing just to wait for you to not-so-subtly try to lift it yourself a few hours later

He has to be careful though, because he might choose something too heavy and then feel guilty when you pull your shoulder

Portia

Ilya was feeling petty when he stopped by earlier, which means he put a bunch of things on the top shelf again, and she's on her toes trying to reach them because she doesn't like using the stool, and -

Oh, that's so much easier, how are you able to pick her up like she doesn't weigh anything at all?!?

She's read about this in some of the fairy tale novels in the palace library and now she's even more convinced that you came straight out of a book

Mysterious? Magical? A partner in crime? A partner in crime who can dramatically carry her to safety? Be still her beating heart

She will ask you recreate scenes with her out of curiosity. What's it really like to be princess carried around the house? Can you uproot a small tree with your bare hands?

If a shipment of something heavy comes in she'll drag you to the back entrance to see if you can lift it (and to show off who she's dating to the palace staff)

She's also surprisingly strong, so heaven forbid someone ticks you both off during introductions on an ambassador visit. Those handshakes are going to hurt

Lucio

He likes to think that he's the brawn to your brains in your relationship, so when he sees you with both he's not sure how to react

Does he want to test his strength against yours and prove himself? Yes. Does he also want to receive the princess treatment? Yes

He'll go back and forth on how to proceed

Maybe he'll challenge you to an arm wrestle and let you win so you have to promise to protect him if anything happens

Maybe he'll just use his gauntlet to point out that yeah, you're strong, but he bets you can't do THIS (... oopsie)

A few broken tables later he finds that teaching you to fight is much better. He gets to admire your strength up close and still show off what he's good at

He also gets to give back, in a way. You've contributed so much to his growth as a person, now he has the chance to help you flourish too

He will brag about you in every town you stop by until the stories he tells become rumors that turn into legends

You're tired of disappointing new friends when you can't split a mountain in two with a flick of your wrist

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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{5} - Fight or Flight - Yandere!Redcap!Mingi X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Fae!AU & Yandere!AU - Part of the CoDN Thrill of the Hunt Collab

Genre: Fantasy, Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Mingi X Reader

Words: 7,445

Rating: Mature - 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Please read the warnings carefully, as this is a very heavy story dealing with many dark topics. This is also all of the warnings for this fic as it is one long one shot that I had to split into multiple parts, and I'm too tired right now to individually categorize all of these warnings to their respective parts. 8 ft tall Mingi. Slow burn. Violence: depiction of a massacre, a deer being slaughtered, as well as physical, verbal, sexual, and emotional, both alluded to and not. Blood and gore. Abuse: physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual, both alluded to and implied. Assault: physical, and sexual, both alluded to, implied, and attempted. OC has a really rough past, really this isn't for the faint of heart. Whipping, both alluded to, and done. Mentions of branding. Heavy themes of possession and ownership. Deception. Arson. Really, there's a lot of dark subject matter. Mingi falls hard and fast, thus, he simps a lot for the OC, but it's not a story written by me if Mingi doesn't simp for the OC. The reader is mentioned to be both tall and chubby, but it is not mentioned often, so it shouldn't disrupt the flow of the story when ready if you are not tall and/or chubby. I think that's everything, but if I missed something, please let me know! Smut: Biting/marking, outdoor sex, fingering (fem. rec), oral (fem. rec), hand job (male rec), come eating, overstimulation, Mingi has a dig bick, sex in a spring, really, it's very soft in comparison to the subject matter. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

P.S. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them. I did my best through many rounds of editing, but some are liable to still slip through.

A/n: I am SO sorry this took me LITERALLY forever to complete. I meant to have this out so much earlier, and actually posted on time, but it turned out much, much longer than I ever anticipated it being. I'm really proud of how this story turned out, and I didn't want to split it into multiple parts because I felt it would take away from the story as a whole. I'm super excited for you all to read this one, as I had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, and I really hope you all love Mingi's and OC's journey as much as I do. Huge shoutout and thanks to @anyamaris and @kwanisms for listening to me ramble and rave about this story both before and during the writing process, and for always encouraging me while writing! Also, huge thank you to @sanjoongie for being so patient and understanding with me as I write this all out in full. I hope you all enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Out of one horrible situation and into another, the cycle of abuse never stops. You've lived with monsters your whole life. So, what's one more?

P.P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

“Mingi?” the soft call of his name from you catches his attention two days later.

Clouds cover the vast expanse of the sky as far as the eye can see, casting a muted hue over the surrounding forest. The day is dreary, and it almost looks as if it might rain.

The redcap hums in response, turning his head in your direction as you walk side by side through the woods.

“I have a question.” Your voice is a bit meek, hands fiddling with the hem of your sleeves almost nervously.

Mingi thinks it subconscious on your part, but your limp is a bit more prominent today than it has been before. That, or maybe it’s just the weather.

“You know you can ask me anything, Blossom,” he smiles encouragingly at you. 

At your hesitance, he pauses mid-step. Turning fully to you, he notices how you seemed to have stopped walking for a brief moment, so he’s quick to close the distance between you.

Slight worry tugs at his features as he sees how uncertain you seem to be. “Don’t be shy, Blossom. Ask away.”

“What’s-“ you begin to say, only to catch yourself. Your mouth opens and closes, a slight furrow to your brow. Then, you’re taking a small breath in, eyes squeezing shut as you rush out, “What’s a claim?”

Mingi’s breath hitches, caught off guard by the type of question you ask. He would have never expected it from you. At least, not yet. The only time claims have been mentioned around you, as far as he knows, was when-

“I was thinking about things, and I remember those other fae from the tavern mentioning something about it-“

“Those fae would have died if they ever tried to force something like that upon you.” His tone is suddenly harsh, a scowl pulling at his features.

Your eyes widen in surprise, not having expected him to react this way. A fact which only serves to make you more confused and unsure of things than you already are.

You shrink back into yourself, picking intently at the sleeve of your shirt. “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“No, Blossom,” Immediately, he’s kneeling before you, taking your face into his hands gently. “Please don’t misunderstand. A claim is meant to be reserved for those that share the deepest of feelings for one another. It’s a way to say that we belong to each other, and bond us together. What they wanted to do to you-“ his voice catches, and his fingers press a little firmer into your skin, but not enough to hurt, “They would have defiled you, and made you into their possession with a mark like that. You- you would have been marked for ownership, not what these claims are actually intended for.”

“What are claims for?” The words are but a soft inquiry upon your lips, blinking at him mildly. There’s a creeping sense of unease that builds within you from his words, worry gnawing at your stomach.

Your ankle begins to throb.

Mingi takes a shaky breath in as he stares deeply into your eyes. “Love.”

His response catches you off guard. “Love?”

“In this realm, we fae bite each other to display our emotions. It is meant to showcase a deep connection between the recipient and the giver, and each mark is unique to the bite of the fae giving it.” He explains softly. “The mark protects the bearer by stating that they belong to the fae that gives them the bite.”

Your heart drops heavily into your stomach. “Belongs?”

“Unfortunately, fae aren’t the only recipients of such marks.” Mingi frowns, looking to the side as if getting lost in his own thoughts. “Where humans are involved, many fae use these marks to designate a mortal being their property. Once marked, no other fae can harm or touch a human recipient of the bond. It’s the same for marked fae: it goes against the code of a claim.”

“Property?” Your voice rises in pitch, tears springing to your eyes at the implications.

Those fae were going to… No, you shouldn’t think like that. However, that is much more easier said than done.

“Normally, a claim is shared by all parties involved, but those unlucky enough to be claimed by another fae in such a way never get a choice in the matter.” He continues, his hands sliding from your cheeks and down to your shoulders. “The marks are always displayed on the neck. That’s the only way to tell if one has been claimed or not.”

The way his fingers caress the side of your throat has you shuddering beneath his touch, that sense of dread sitting like a rock in your chest. You can hardly hear him over the sound of your racing heart, skin prickling as your mind screams at you to get away from him. To get away from the now imminent threat.

Instinct kicks in, and you are forced to stand there, frozen to your spot as you feel your body shutting down. Once again, you prepare for the inevitable to come.

“Marking someone like this is meant to be a sacred bond between lovers,” his eyes hood over, staring intently at the way his fingers caress the skin of your neck. “I…” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you catch a glimpse of those razor sharp fangs lining the inside of his mouth.  “I wish to claim you with a mark of my own someday.”

Time stills around you as you stop breathing. You can feel your skin heating beneath his touch, and suddenly, it’s as if he’s burning you wherever his fingers rest upon your skin. Your throat closes, and tears spring to your eyes, body beginning to tremble uncontrollably beneath his touch.

“No!” Your voice is shrill as you shove him away, scrambling backwards frantically to put some much needed distance between the both of you.

To say Mingi is shocked would be an understatement. Though you physically do not move him, the way you push him away causes his heart to squeeze painfully in his chest.

The worst part is, he doesn’t understand why. He would never force a claim on you. On anybody for that matter.

“Not again!” Your eyes shine with terror as you fall backwards, landing with a harsh thud on the ground. “I’m not your property!”

Mingi’s heart drops, his expression falling as pained disbelief pulls at his features. 

He reaches for you. “No, Blossom, that’s not-“

“You can’t own me again!” Your visage is akin to a frightened animal, scrambling desperately away from him as he stands back to his full height. “I- I- I won’t let you!”

“I don’t want to own you, Blossom-“

Again, Mingi tries to speak, but right now, you’re inconsolable. Each step he takes towards you only makes you sob harder, and he is once more reminded of the way you attempted to flee him after he killed that deer.

His chest tightens, heart aching within.

“I thought you were different,” you’re passed the point of listening, too caught up in your own sense of panic to understand any reason. A harsh sob wracks your body. “I believed you could be different.”

“Blossom, what’s-“

“You’re no different than my husband.” The simple phrase you hiss out freezes Mingi right in his tracks.

Thoughts race through his head at the speed of light, connecting every little instance he’s had with you together. Is this why you’re so guarded? Is this why you flinch whenever there’s a loud noise? Is this why you cowered away from him, why you’re currently cowering away from him?

Mingi swears his heart has stopped. An immense anger begins to flood his veins at the thought of anyone bringing you harm, let alone someone who is supposed to care for you. He may not know a lot about humans, but he knows enough to understand what marriage is supposed to mean. He’s always equated a proper claim in this realm to marriage in your own, so to learn that someone has already taken advantage of you in such a way makes him see red.

Still, he tells himself to calm down. To control himself, so as to not scare you any more that you already are. He promised never to hurt you, to protect and care for you in any and every way he can, and he intends to do just that.

Right now, you need him, and that is far more important than any blinding rage he could ever feel. He needs to get a reign on his emotions, lest he do something that he will come to regret.

Your next words knock the wind right out of him.

“You men are all the same.”

In the blink of an eye, Mingi has you pinned to a tree by your throat. His lips are pulled back in a snarl, his gaze sharp as his dark eyes nearly bore a hole through your skull.

“I am not a man.” His gaze is absolutely wild, claws pricking at the skin of your neck as his chest heaves. 

Your hands come up to grasp at his own around your throat, eyes wide as your heart thunders in your chest.

The idea that you could so much as imply he is anything like the man that could treat you in such a way sends Mingi spiralling. Rage bubbles beneath the surface of his skin, and he subconsciously tightens his grip around your neck. Gone is the fae who was attempting to make you understand, and calm you down. Right now, all that stands before you is the fearsome, ruthless general that everyone makes him out to be. 

“Do it.” Your eyes are wide, desperately pleading with him as you stare into his own.

His nose crinkles, and he bares his teeth in disgust.

“You humans get turned on by the weirdest of things.” He spits the words out, shoving himself off of you and purposely taking a few steps back.

You expression falls, more tears gracing the skin of your cheeks as you collapse onto your knees. “Coward.”

You were this close. This close to finally escaping the hell you’ve been living in all your life, and he’s went and taken that away from you, too.

Mingi’s nostrils flare, eyes sharpening as he stares down at your form crumpled at the base of that tree. His lungs burn, chest heaving with each breath he takes as he clenches his hands into fists at his sides to keep them from shaking.

You swallow, lifting a shaking hand to your throat. “I guess fae can lie.”

Devastated doesn’t even begin to describe the state of Mingi’s heart as he hears you utter those words. His expression falls, the anger simmering to a low boil as he takes a step towards you.

You notice, but your scent surprisingly doesn’t spike in fear. No. All Mingi can sense from you is pain.

“You should be scared of me.” The comment is stated so softly, so casually, that is causes you to blink in shock. “I should terrify you.”

You remain silent, pursing your lips in response.

“I could break every single bone in your body.” He states, taking a tentative step forward while keeping a gentle tone. “I could tear you limb from limb without even batting an eye.”

Your eyes stare blankly at the ground, shoulders curling in on yourself as your hands support your weight. Almost subconsciously, your nails dig into the dirt beneath your fingertips, throat working as you sit there, as still as stone.

“I would have been delighted to skin you alive,” he continues, stopping just short of where you rest upon the ground. “To feast on your flesh as I did so, and make you watch as I carved my victory into your skin.”

A blink, and more tears spill from your eyes onto your cheeks. Your eyes are vacant, the shine that had been growing over the past few days completely gone. You barely even register Mingi coming to kneel before you. It’s only when he gently tilts your chin upwards using the tips of his fingers that you notice just how close he’s gotten to you once more.

“I could have killed you, that much is true.” His tone is soft. Possibly the softest he’s ever used while speaking with you. “But, I don’t want to. I cannot bring myself to want to harm you. Not anymore.”

Though your gaze is locked on his, there is no light behind your eyes. No spark of recognition, either. You don’t even register his words, your entire body going numb as your mind shuts down.

This is the end. You’ll make damn sure of it.

“Are you listening to me, Blossom?” He shifts closer, and he notices how you begin to shake violently. “I-“

“But yet, you want to own me.” Your voice is harsh, spitting the words out like venom on your tongue.

“No, Blossom, I-“

“Why can’t you just kill me?” Your hands ball into fists, nails leaving indents in the dirt as they scrape across the ground. There is a pain held within your gaze, swirling together with the anger that begins radiating off of you in waves. “You said there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me. So, just kill me.”

Mingi’s eyes go wide, lips parting as he stares at you in shock. His heart feels as if it’s being suffocated in his chest, and the fingers he uses to support your chin with begin to tremble.

“Go ahead, General!” The title you spit out only serves to mock him. “Tear me to pieces! Render my flesh from my bones, and bathe your band in my blood! Carve my heart out of my chest after breaking every single bone in my body! Hurry up, and get it over with, and then just fucking kill me!”

His fingers fall from your skin, hands hanging limply at his sides as a single tear begins to trail a path down his cheek.

“You want to know why I’m not scared of you, General?” You’re hysterical at this point, shrill voice shrieking through the emptiness of the woods around you. “You want to know why I don’t fear you?”

Mingi blinks, and another tear spills down his cheek. His whole body shakes violently as you continue to scream in his face.

“I’ve already suffered through hell every single fucking day of my life ever since I was brought into this world. So, what’s one more?” Tears stream uncontrollably down your cheeks, and you inhale a stuttering gasp. “All I want is for this stupid fucking cycle to end, but you won’t even grant me that! I guess I should be fucking used to it by now. I never get what I want. Always- always, always, always, I’ve only ever lived to serve other people. A stupid means to a stupid fucking end.”

Your voice is harsh as you spit the words out, and all Mingi can do is watch as you fall apart right before his very eyes.

“You really are no different than my husband.” Bitterness coats every inch of your tone. That is, until a humourless laugh is falling from your lips. “No, actually, he was much worse. Because instead of just baseless threats, he would actually put some action behind them.”

The growl that tears from Mingi’s throat is pure animalistic. His gaze hardens as his hands clench into fists in his lap, chest heaving as the rage boils beneath the surface of his skin once more.

“You want to know why I’m not scared of you, General?” You repeat your question from earlier, gaze sharp as you look towards him through narrowed eyes. “It’s because I’ve already survived much worse than you.”

Mingi can feel the familiar prick of his nails digging into his palms, blood beginning to drip through his clenched fingers and onto the earth between the two of you.

“There is nothing for me here, except pain and servitude.” Your voice trembles with the weight of your words, and you furiously wipe at your cheeks. The dirt from your hands smudges against your skin, but you don’t even seem to notice. “So, hurry up, and get it over with. I don’t have anything to live for, anyways.”

His heart stops, and a numbing sense violence begins to course through his veins. His skin feels like it’s on fire, something deep within him roaring to be set free upon the pathetic excuse of a man that ever dared to call himself your husband. The need to crush this man, to tear him apart so that naught remains but chunks of flesh rendered in a bloody heap is so strong, Mingi nearly marches to the closest portal between realms to find this bastard right then and there.

“What did he do to you?” Mingi’s voice is deadly calm, the darkest look you’ve ever seen in your life residing in his eyes as he stares deeply into your own.

His question catches you off guard, blinking at him in shock at how intensely he seems to be reacting. You never thought he would care this much.

“It doesn’t matter-“

“It matters to me!” His booming voice echoes around the area, causing you to flinch in surprise. “What. Did. He. Do to you?”

You avert your gaze to the side, bitterness pulling at your features. “Why do you care?”

Without missing a beat, without any sort of hesitance, Mingi speaks, “Because, I love you.”

Instantly, your gaze darts over to his own. Your breath catches slightly in your throat, shock causing your eyes to widen ever so slightly. That is, until your expression falls.

“Yeah,” you scoff, but it comes out as more of a choked sob. “That’s what he used to say, too.”

“You don’t have to believe me,” he reaches a trembling hand out to you, caressing the side of your face gently to get you to look at him. 

As much as it pains him to see you like this, as much as he wants to go storming off to tear this man apart to satiate some of that burning rage festering deep inside of him, he cannot. You need him here, and that is what is most important right now. 

“But, I want you to know that I am.” He swallows the sudden dryness in his throat. “I am inexplicably, and irrevocably in love with you.” 

A moment of silence as his words settle over your very being.

“Desperately at that.” He adds gently, his eyes holding every bit of truth behind his words.

You turn away, suddenly looking more pained than you ever have before.

“You shouldn’t be.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

Mingi’s expression falls at your words. His hand moves back to cradle your chin in his fingers, turning your head to face him once more. “You are worth everything to me.”

Your gaze darts up to meet his own, eyes shining with unshed tears. You know that he can hear the way you inhale sharply, your eyebrows drooping as another sob wracks your entire being.

It is then that you notice his own tears, silently streaming down his face as his fingers tremble against your skin.

“I don’t want to own you, Blossom,” he continues softly, cautiously shifting closer to you. “I have never once thought of you as my property, and I never will.”

A hand comes up to cover your mouth as you choke on another sob, shoulders shaking with the weight of your emotions.

“I am truly sorry I upset you. I should have been more careful with my words.” His thumb gently begins to brush your tears away. “I won’t lie and say that I don’t want you to become mine, but not in the way that I own you. You belong to yourself, as I belong to myself. I would never force something like that onto you.”

Your heart skips a beat involuntarily in your chest, and slowly, with every word he speaks, you begin to relax. Your shoulders are the first to lose the tension they’ve been holding onto, the rest of your body following soon after.

“I want to call you mine in the same ways I want you to call me yours.” He adds lowly, tenderly brushing the tips of his fingers over the skin of your one cheek. “We belong with each other. Together. If we are to belong to one another, then it will be mutually. Never one without the other. Never one being the other’s possession.”

Slowly, you lower the hand you have resting over your mouth. A stuttering breath wracks your chest, but with every second that passes, you continue to calm down. Your tears begin to slow, and you feel him delicately wipe away the final ones that cling to your skin.

“I will never let someone treat you like their property ever again.” His voice is a little firmer as he says this, wrapping you in his arms as he pulls you into his chest. “I will tear them apart before they can so much as even try.”

Before you can stop yourself, another sob escapes you. This time, though, you find yourself clinging onto his shirt for dear life, curling into him as he holds you close.

Gently, his one hand strokes over the top of your head, cradling you to his chest. He sits with you on the ground, rocking you softly in his arms as you rest in his lap. A place solely and purely reserved for you. Always, and forever, you.

“I only want your happiness,” his grip tightens ever so subtly around you. “You are so important to me, that I never want to risk losing you. I never wish to damage, nor taint what we have. I will not kill you. I will not dull your light that has brought me so much joy since the very first moment I saw you shine. I will, however, do everything in my power to protect you, to show you just how much value your life has. I will destroy anyone or anything that even remotely implies otherwise. You do not deserve to be fed those lies any longer.”

Your hand tightens over the material of his shirt, crying into his chest. Never before have such words been uttered to you, and you find your heart close to bursting at the sincerity you can hear in his voice alone. The fact that you can still feel his own teardrops hitting the top of your head as he speaks only serves to add to the intensity of your own emotions surrounding you in this moment.

You underestimated just how much he meant to you, how much he means to you. His words, just as his arms do, wrap around you in a comforting embrace. One which you gladly lose yourself to, finally feeling like you have everything you’ve ever needed tucked within the solace of his touch.

“I’m here,” he coos gently, cradling you so tenderly in his arms. Still, he continues to rock you back and forth as you curl up in his lap, his chin coming to rest on the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you by my side.”

The words that remain unspoken by him echo loud and clear through your mind.

He will not abandon you. He will not let you go where he cannot follow. Always, he is with you, and always he will care for you. Nothing is ever going to change that.

Ever so slowly, you wrap your own arms around his figure, holding onto him just as tightly as he holds onto you. In fact, you go so far as to curl around him even tighter, allowing yourself to feel everything you never have, or have been too afraid to properly acknowledge before now.

For the next hour, you allow him to hold you in his arms. The two of you cling onto one another beneath the light of the setting sun, basking in the comfort you find in the other’s embrace.

It’s soft, and tender. The only noise soon becoming the gentle hum you can feel reverberating from deep within Mingi’s chest. Such a comfort begins to calm you completely, the steady sound of his heart lulling you into a deeper feeling of total relaxation.

Never before have you felt safer, or more cared for than you do in this moment. He’s proved to you time and time again that he isn’t all that he seems to be, and for that, you couldn’t be more grateful. There is no one like Mingi to you, for he is in a league all his own.

You’re pretty sure that if you asked, he’d say that he feels the exact same about you.

Your eyes remain closed, but you do not sleep. Your thoughts continuously drift back over everything that’s just happened this evening, going over every little detail meticulously to try and find something wrong with the scene playing out before you. There must be some kind of trick, some final twist to all of this. It’s all just too good to be true. 

Either that, or you’re dreaming of a life that is all your own, again.

After a few more minutes of thorough examination, you find no fault in Mingi’s words. There is no final trick, nor sly slip of his tongue, only truth. A truth that makes your heart swell with an unfamiliar, yet pleasant warmth. A feeling that you wish to get lost in for as long as you both shall live.

Blinking your eyes open, you stare at the opposite side of the woods. There’s a slight furrow to your brows as you stare down at your lap, beginning to fiddle with your hands as Mingi rests with you against a tree.

Taking a small breath in, you steady your nerves.

“Mingi?” The call of his name is soft, barely above a whisper, yet he still hears you loud and clear.

A hum reverberates within his chest in response, his hand raising to cup the side of your face gingerly. His gaze is nothing but tender as he meets your own, thumb stroking lightly over the skin of your cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You avert your eyes to the side, shame washing over you as you recall the harsh words you spoke to him earlier in the evening. “I should have never compared you to my husband. You could never come close to being like the monster that haunts my every waking nightmare.”

Almost instantly, he shakes his head, concern marring his features.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Blossom.” He speaks evenly, keeping his voice steady; tender, but firm. “I regret ever making you believe I could even remotely do the same disgusting and vile things to you that he did. I promised to protect you, but I couldn’t even protect you from myself in such an instant.”

Now, it’s your turn to shake your head.

“I spent almost all of my life longing for death so I could escape the pain of my everyday life,” you breathe, staring intently down at your hands. “But, I don’t think I ever actually wanted to die.”

Mingi says nothing in response. Instead, he opts to take your hands into his own, bringing them up to press his lips tenderly against your skin. 

His eyes fall shut as he holds you to him, his heart aching for you. That he couldn’t do something sooner to help you is his only regret. Right now, though, he can be here for you, and then, he vows to make every day from here on out better than the last.

“I’ve been close to death so many times, I’ve lost count.” You admit lowly, your throat working as you keep your gaze locked on your hands held in his own. “Never dead. Always dying.”

Carefully, you pull your hands out of his grip, and Mingi blinks his eyes open to see you turning around slowly so that your back is now facing him. 

You kneel between his legs, sitting a bit rigidly before him. Your heart is racing erratically inside of your chest, and your palms begin to sweat. There is a sudden nervous air about you as you prepare yourself for what you’re about to do.

Taking a deep breath in, you take another terrifying leap. You know that Mingi will be right there to catch you with open arms as you begin to fall. 

With trembling hands, you pull up the back of your shirt.

Mingi’s reaction is immediate. Not only does he stiffen behind you, but a sharp inhale can be heard as his eyes fixate on your back. His hands clench into fists in his lap, seeing red once more.

Scar upon scar rests upon your flesh, the raised mounds of skin covering what once was pure. Not a single inch of you hasn’t been mutilated in some way, shape, or form, and the moment his gaze lands on a particularly large piece of marred flesh, a snarl tears from his throat.

“He branded you.”

Mingi can smell the salt from your tears as they cascade down your cheeks for the nth time this night, and he realizes that he hates the smell. He hates it when you cry, and he hates knowing that it’s because of this bastard.

“The village doctor came to know me quite well.” You smile through the pain. “As to be expected, they were friends.”

“How did…“ His voice is deep, gravelly in the way he attempts to control his anger for the moment.

“My parents sold me to him when I was sixteen. I was told I was going to have a better life.” Your hands shake as you cling to the bunched material of your shirt. “All they wanted was status, and he gave it to them at a price. They never cared about me. They only brought me here to this realm to dispose of me. If I could serve them like a slave, I could serve my husband perfectly well. I could serve them a purpose. If I can’t do that, I’m completely useless.”

Mingi purses his lips, shaking violently behind you.

“The moment I stepped through that door, I was his.” Another snarl fills the air around you, and you wrap your arms tighter around your front. “I always had too much of an attitude, and he had to discipline me for it. His favourite were the whips, but never in places people could see what damage had been done.”

All those times you flinched after snapping back at him fill his mind. The way you never complained, never fought back, never tried to run… The only time you begged for mercy was when he killed that deer. Only, now, Mingi has a strong suspicion it wasn’t actually him you were pleading with to spare you.

“I lived to serve him, to please him, and him alone.” There’s a bitter resentment lingering on the edge of your words as you spit them out harshly. A resentment that Mingi unquestionably, and undoubtably, shares. “It didn’t matter what I wanted. I had nothing. I was nothing. If I wasn’t valuable to him, I was useless, pathetic… something to satiate his boredom with whenever he desired.”

“Everything I did soon became wrong. If I brought him meals, it wasn’t served fast enough. The food I prepared wasn’t the right kind, nor was it ever good enough. If I didn’t dress a certain way he liked, he would tear my clothing and humiliate me in public. I was too fat. Too tall. If I talked back, or out of turn, I was told that I was lucky to still have my tongue.” A scowl tugs at your features as hot, angry tears spill from your eyes. “He only let me keep it so that I could please him.”

Mingi swears he stops breathing. The rage swirling within comes to a boiling point, and he cannot prevent the way his lips curl over his fangs. His claws tear into the material of his pants, the sound of shredding fabric echoing throughout the woods as he tries to maintain a grip on his control.

“I was a toy given to him to play with. A pretty little ‘Doll’ sent to obey his every command.” Your whole body shakes violently, eyes squeezing shut so as to block out the memories that threaten to drown you at any second. “He would-“ you choke on a breath. “He would-“ your chest stutters. “He would let his friends watch, then let them take turns until they were all satisfied.”

Those three fae from the tavern flit through your mind, and you are reminded once again how close you came to reliving those awful memories.

“I never had a choice,” you release the grip you have on your shirt, letting it fall gently back over your skin. It doesn’t completely cover you, for a sliver of skin still peaks out, and all Mingi can do is focus on the edge of that horrid brand still visible on your back. “Anything I tried to do for myself was met with punishment. If I overslept, I was forced to stay awake for days, cleaning the entire house to make up for lost time. If I made a meal for myself unsupervised, or if I got myself something extra from the kitchen, I was starved. The only solace I had was escaping to that field in the middle of the night to sit amongst the flowers.”

Mingi’s breath hitches in his throat as you turn to glance back at him from over your shoulder. The most devastatingly heartbroken look rests on your features as you take a shaky breath in.

“He burnt that, too.”

Another low growl slips passed Mingi’s lips as his claws dig harshly into his thighs. He cannot even begin to fathom the pain that you’ve been through, yet he uses his own in this moment to ground himself. 

He can wait. 

He will wait. 

This bastard is not living passed tonight, anyways.

“Didn’t-“ Mingi’s voice is rough, strained from the barely contained fury lingering beneath the surface. “Didn’t anyone in the village notice? Did no one try to help you?”

You let out a laugh at this, but it’s dry and anything from joyous. It sends a chill coursing straight down Mingi’s spine.

“Oh, they noticed.” Your breath stutters on a choked scoff. “Whispers. There were always whispers about what was going on, but never any action. Whispers about my situation, and how horrible it must be. I knew they all knew, but no one ever came to my aid. It’s not like they couldn’t hear my screams, I could see their looks of pity every time I walked passed them on the street. They were all complacent, and all because he was a fucking lord.”

“No one wanted to cross him.” You continue bitterly. “That, or they were already his friends. It was a small town. Besides, who would want to give up such a wonderful opportunity? It’s not like anyone would reprimand them, or care for that matter.”

A moment of silence as you sit up off of your knees to rest fully on the ground. Stretching your legs out before you, you flex your feet, a frown marring your features.

“You asked me once about my ankle,” you stare down at the limb in question, rolling it gently. “I tried to run away, once. It was in the early days, back when I still had some defiance left in me. He ensured I could never do something so stupid again.”

You can audibly hear his breathing deepen, jagged pants escaping him. Every exhale is lined with an animalistic snarl, and you notice his legs have stopped shaking on either side of you.

“That was one of the first nights he almost killed me,” you go on to say, eyes fixated on your right ankle. “He even brought a shovel with him. That’s how he broke it. I’m pretty sure he was ready to bury me alive, too.” 

You blink, your foot stilling as you rest your hands in your lap. 

“By the time he was done, he was bathed in blood. My blood.” Your eyes flutter shut, taking a shaky breath inwards. “I will never be free of him. He is the shadow I see out of the corner of my eyes. He is the figure lurking around every corner, waiting to drag me back into that hellhole any and every chance he gets. He is, and always will be, the monster that haunts my every dream.”

“So, no, Mingi, you are not a monster.” Your pained gaze shifts to look at him from over your shoulder once more. “You could never be what truly terrifies me, because I learned a long time ago that only humans have the capacity and will to be truly monstrous. They will hide in plain sight, and lure you in with a false sense of security. When you have the capability to do good, but choose not to. When you only think of yourself and your own personal gain instead of helping others when they need it. When the power you have is used to hurt others… That is what truly makes someone a monster.”

Your final words linger in the air, an unnatural silence stretching on around you. Intently, you stare down at your lap, blinking away more tears that fall with every breath.

A trembling hand placed upon your shoulder causes you to jump, and you turn your head to see Mingi leaning over you. Slowly, he leans in to press his lips against your forehead, holding himself there as you feel him trembling violently against you.

“Close your eyes, Beloved,” his voice is low as he mumbles the words against your skin. Though he tries, he barely manages to contain the burning rage lingering in his tone. “I do not wish for you to see who I’m about to become.”

For a brief moment when he pulls away, your eyes search his gaze. You can see the anger he holds within, a fury burning as brightly as the stars in the night sky. Yet, within the pits of that fire which blazes in your honour, you can still see that same tenderness he always looks at you with. 

It’s an expression which you immediately understand.

Always, your safety and well-being comes first. He will never do anything to scare you, or jeopardize the way you see him.

So, you do exactly as told. You close your eyes.

Almost instantly, you feel his presence leave your side. You can hear some soft shuffling as he crosses the short distance to the opposite side of the clearing you’ve stopped in, and it feels as if the entire world goes still.

Not even a moment later, a tremendous roar echoes throughout the forest. The sound is full of rage, and anguish, bouncing off of the surrounding trees and causing your ears to ring as you hear a flock of birds take off in the distance. You can hear trees shattering, their root groaning as they are torn violently from the ground. 

Still, you keep your eyes closed.

Snarls fill the air as branch after branch is snapped apart in his fury. Every resounding crash causes your heart to jump within your chest, but you can only find comfort in his complete desolation of the woods.

Finally, someone is fighting for you. Someone is filled with enough rage at your situation that they are actively lashing out due to the mistreatment and abuse you’ve faced. Someone who cannot fathom you ever being treated so horribly by the people who were meant to protect you.

It takes half an hour for Mingi to return to you. You can still hear his breath heaving as he fills his lungs with air, but the sounds of his destruction have long since quieted to a subtle breeze against your skin.

“You can open your eyes now, Blossom.” He says gently.

Blinking your gaze open, you rub at your eyes. Your vision is a bit foggy in the corners, but the moment it comes back into focus, you see Mingi kneeling before you. His shirt is torn in multiple spots, his hair completely disheveled. Dirt is smeared over his skin from head to toe, and you can see a few stray leaves sticking out of his blond locks.

Almost instinctively, you sit up straighter, reaching forward to tug the foliage out of his hair.

His gaze follows you the whole time, shining with adoration despite the worry on his features as he takes your hands gently into his own.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all of that,” he brings your hands up to his lips, placing a tender kiss onto the skin of your knuckles.

Cautiously, you peek around his shoulder, and a small gasp escapes you. Your wide eyes blink in shock as you see that he’s completely levelled a portion of the forest. 

Trees have been uprooted and completely decimated, splinters of wood littered across the ground. Leaves are torn asunder, branches thrown in every direction except towards where you had been sitting. There are even a few sections of earth completely bare, the dirt ripped up and scattered across the wreckage that litters the ground.

“Don’t pay any mind to that, Blossom,” he smiles assuringly at you, helping you stand to your feet. “Let’s go get cleaned up, and then I’ll find us some food.”

True to his word, Mingi leads you to a small spring. He is nothing but gentle as he guides you into the water, bathing you softly as the stars shine overhead. He doesn’t let his gaze linger, nor does it wander, and for that, you’re grateful. He treats you like a person, which is more than you can say about how you’ve always been treated by your own kind.

With him, there are no expectations. You are free to just be.

He truly is the most respectful creature you have ever met, and when he catches you staring at his chest for a little longer than you should, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, all that greets your ears is a soft chuckle and a fond smile.

A little while later, he’s helping you out of the spring, and back into your clothes. He seems to have somehow gotten a completely new set, along with your own, but when you ask him about it, he simply smiles in response.

“Rest here, Beloved,” he places a tender kiss to your forehead. “I will be back shortly with some food.”

Like always, Mingi is true to his word. It takes him no time at all to return with various fruits and nuts, feeding you eagerly as you sit in his arms. He even managed to find you another stem of red spider lilies to replace the last one that you lost earlier in the day.

He doesn’t seem to eat as much tonight, but he brushes off your worry when you comment on it. You, of course, don’t push, figuring it might be a fae thing, or possibly something about his emotions affecting his appetite.

What he does do, however, is brew you a special tea. It’s made from a specific flower that you vaguely recall hearing about back in your hometown. Besides, you trust him, and it’s not like he’s going to abandon you, or poison you. He already said he would do neither, and you believe him.

“Drink this, My Blossom,” he hands you the canteen carefully, making sure not to spill its contents over your lap. “It’ll help you sleep. I want you to rest thoroughly after the day you’ve had.”

Once the tea is finished, and the food is all gone, you end up curling into his side just like the night before. The embers of the dying fire glow beneath the darkness of the night sky, and you feel completely safe wrapped in Mingi’s arms. No chill settles in your bones, nor discomfort at laying on the ground, either. 

It’s been quite a long time since you’ve been this content, this relaxed.

Surrounded by the warmth of Mingi’s embrace, you fall asleep, and for the first time in forever, no monsters haunt your dreams.

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Hi, this is my first time active on tumblr community, English is not my native language, so please forgive me for spelling mistakes <3

I have an idea for s/o Mitsuri (kny) with Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Luocha please. who were dying in their arms and praying for another world, when they were reborn, and were turned into ordinary people with an ordinary past. Before I die, I want the reader to ask: "If we were to be reborn in a more beautiful world where there is no pain and loss, would you be my bride?". I am really looking forward to the reactions of the characters in hsr. Hope this angst idea is good enough-

Pray for you when you go, someone often remembers. When you return when someone is waiting. Pray for you to become the best memories in the world. Wishing you a life filled with love and happiness. I really appreciate you for the quality articles <3 Take care of yourself and I love you so much. Sorry for writing so long. (Sorry for the second post, I realized I forgot to add the character's name, so sorry =( )

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A/N: I know exactly what scene you are referring to here and I'll never recover from it tbh... Also thank you so much for your kind words and for the request! I hope this is okay!<33

Content: Potential Spoilers for kny! (?), Reader dies, hurt/no comfort (kinda), established relationships, angst, mentions of fatal injury, just pain

Reader has no set pronouns! (Though they do refer to themselves as a "Bride" per the request, but that's not outright mentioned here.)

((Not fully proofread))

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan's usual calm and playful facade drops instantly, when he has your bloody and near lifeless form laying in his arms. He holds you close, knowing that your end is near and that there is nothing he can do now. He tries to still appear so calm and collected like he always is, but it's hard, when the love of his life is dying.

And it becomes even harder, when he hears you utter those heartbreaking words, as you look up at him with pleading, weak eyes. He can't bring himself to speak at first, mainly because he wants to believe that there is still some hope left in saving you. But he is no fool. He knows, that you are doomed.

And so he nods, promising you that he will, his arms holding onto you tighter, when the last breath escaped your lungs and you smile in satisfaction at him, already looking forward to seeing him again.

"Ofcourse, my love... I'll wait eons for your return, if I have to."

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》Blade

He nearly loses his composure at the sight of you, the blinding rage of the loss he felt in his heart making him nearly dip completely into insanity. Yet he keeps it at bay for a moment, just to hold you in his arms. He's trembling and for once in a very long time, he feels afraid and lost.

Your words make his already broken soul break even harder, burn up into fine ash, until it gets blown away by the wind and leaves a gaping hole in his existence behind. He can't process them at first, wanting to be stubborn even in the face of your inevitable doom. He doesn't want to show, how much this weakened him, just to spite the grim reaper himself.

And yet, it all fails, when he just let's out a pitiful, broken sigh and agrees in pained defeat, just to give you your peace. You smile at him, as the last of your life fades out, your eyes looking right through him. Only then, does he allow himself to break completely.

"Very well... but don't keep me waiting for long... I beg of you."

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng didn't know, how you two got to this point. It shouldn't have happened. He should've protected you. And yet, you protected him from the attack. You were bleeding out, your life draining from you faster than he could stop it. Once more, a person he loved dearly was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do.

He felt like a failure, like all of this was his fault. He should've died instead. Not you. And that thought gets only solidified by your heartbreaking, hopeful words. You didn't deserve this fate. You deserved someone much better than him.

And yet, he selfishly agrees to your final wish to bring you satisfaction. Your smile made it worth it, the relief in your eyes before they were drained of their beautiful spark and dulled making all the heartache disappear for only just a moment. Left behind was the emptiness Dan Heng felt, as all he could do was stare down at you in defeat, his heart broken once more. And for good, this time.

"For you, I will do anything, my love. So I'll see you then..."

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》Luocha

Luocha didn't want to believe, that it was over. That there was nothing he could do for you. He tried everything he could. He was a doctor, surely he could save you from this simple injury, right? But it was no use. You knew it. He knew it. And yet, he still denied it to the bitter end, until you gently grabbed ahold of his arm and just shook your head. A signal, that it was truly over.

And for once, he breaks down, holding you close, begging you not to disappear and yet all you could do was chuckle and utter your last wish for him. It was a promise, that eventually, you'd return to him. You'd find eachother in the next life, you were sure of it.

He was reluctant, still so stubborn and heartbroken to accept your doom, until he did. His soul died with you, when you took your last breath, he swore it. And he blamed himself, for not being able to save you, when he surely should've been able to.

"I'll find you in the in next life and the one after that one too, my dear... I promise you that."

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A/N: I hope this was alright! It was honestly heartbreaking to write... also thank you for the request!<33

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Heartslabyul Romance Headcanons

Hello! So I decided to do a series for Twisted that are my takes on how they are as romantic lovers! I’m going in order of dorms and writing SFW and NSFW headcanons for each and every single character (Ortho gets an SFW one, but it’s not romantic). This is to help me familiarize myself with the characters.

I'm on book 6 (just started) but when I wrote 90% of these headcanons I was barely through book 2 and going off character vignettes. I went through and changed some things though so they aren't too OOC. Also uh, I will be linking each part but I might honestly forget so if you don't see links to all the dorms by the end of the week then just assume I forgot and drop me an ask of DM so I can do that. I'll also be making a masterlist later on.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. No beta, I die like the idiot I am.

Heartslabyul (You're Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Romantic Headcanons

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is wholly thrown for a loop when it comes to romantic gestures. Completely inexperienced in the ways of romance and without much reference for how a functioning relationship works at home, the boy is confused.

Expect it to be a while after he realizes he likes your company far more than he thought. At first, he’ll think it’s just that he likes you since you tend to keep Adeuce in check for him when he can’t, but it’ll click for him eventually.

After he figures it out, he’ll decide from afar if you’d be interested. Eventually asking to take you to tea parties with just the two of you, and being the one to personally extend the invitation to unbirthday parties. Going so far as giving you the first slice of a tart (something that will make everyone in Heartslabyul mentally screams because at this point it’s too obvious).

He’s the kind of person who will write you a letter, requesting your presence after classes one day to confess. He’ll be very composed, having rehearsed the lines and coming up with all possibilities. If you accept, he’ll probably have a gentle blush on his face and ask if you’d like to have some afternoon tea with him over at the dorm.

He is a gentleman and will put your needs first. Don’t expect to just be able to vent to him about anything though. He will give solutions assuming it’s what you’re seeking out. If you want to vent you have to spell it out to him that you’re not looking for solutions.

His love language is taking care of his significant other. Whether that means they’re eating properly, getting to bed on time, or are mentally well. He’s always sending you good morning and good night messages to make sure you don’t oversleep/stay up too late. If you ever message him at one in the morning though, expect a reply back in a scolding fashion. He has his ringer on for you and you only, so he’ll wake up to the messages and be disappointed you haven’t slept yet.

He’s not one for PDA, at all. The most you’ll get out of him is linking your pinkies together as he walks you to class. He’s still awkward with the whole relationship thing and would rather not do anything scandalous.

Behind closed doors, he’s far more pliable with physical touch but tries not to go overboard. He’s still new to the relationship aspect and would appreciate it if you didn’t randomly sit on his lap while he’s trying to read. Simply sitting side by side with your legs touching will have to suffice for a while. Not that he doesn’t want to be closer to you, he just doesn’t want to rush anything. He’s a gentleman after all, and he will be courting you slowly.

The dates you can expect from Riddle is going out for tea (obviously) but also study sessions where he’ll teach you about more advanced topics to help you. He’ll also help you “cheat” since he knows the curriculum, has gone through it and will know what to have you study for those pesky pop quizzes. He won’t go overboard with you on the studying through, if you want to stop, he will and suggest something else (perhaps a walk through the gardens to get rid of the stuffy air of the library?).

The biggest downside of going out with Riddle is having to follow rules. Riddle can’t have his significant other breaking every single rule of his dorm and undermining him. While he’s not super strict and he doesn’t “punish” you as he would the others, he still expects you to respect the rules and try to follow the ones you know. When you get closer in your relationship he will get a little bit more lenient, and on occasion have him break rules (like curfew for example, who doesn’t want to go on a stroll and explore the stars when the campus is silent?).

Trey Clover

When it comes to Trey, it’s genuinely hard to know if he likes you. He’s always been polite with you, only occasionally teasing you and pulling simple pranks, but that’s how he treats everyone in his dorm. You have to really pay attention to him to see the special treatment he reserves just for you.

The genuine laugh he has, how his eyes sparkle when he looks at you, the subtle way he will touch your shoulder or graze your hand when giving you something. How he lets his guard down a little more around you, how he compliments your actions. Those are all the little things you have to look for when dealing with Trey. He doesn’t just outright say he likes you, but rather shows you through his actions.

When it finally clicks in your head he’s giving you special treatment, Trey is probably going to notice. Almost like an “It’s about time” sorta thing. The advancements after that will be a lot less subtle, almost teasing until your head is spinning. Honestly, he’d prefer it if you were the one to confess first. He leaves you no room for doubt about his feelings towards you, but he doesn’t want to make it awkward if he confesses and you’re not interested. You’re going to have to be the one to step up.

Once you two are finally going out, don’t expect the almost “Big Brother” persona to falter. He’s still going to be taking care of you but in far more teasing ways. He’s not going to be trying to get you to wake up early or go to bed at a decent hour, he’s not your mother, but he will make sure you’re doing okay. Expect him to check in with you between classes to make sure you’re fine.

Study dates are a must. He’s normally helping out the others in his dorm, so he’ll always try to get you to join him. He’ll also be keeping you well after the studying sessions so it’ll just be the two of you together. Expect that 90% of your homework will be done in his dorm room. Whether you guys are talking, helping one another out, or just doing your work silently. He likes those moments where it’s just the two of you.

He’s going to be baking you your favorite things. Don’t be surprised when he begins asking what your favorite kinds of foods are, especially sweets. If you don’t have a sweet tooth, he’ll make more savory desserts. He’ll bring them to Ramshackle, always with some tuna or a snack for Grim so he leaves your stuff alone.

If you’re willing to help him when he’s baking, or even just chilling in the kitchen with him, he’ll be over the moon. Baking is something that has a calming effect and sometimes he just wants to make something for no reason. If he can show you a thing or two, all the better. If you have no interest in baking, then just chill and talk with him while he’s there. Waiting for things to bake in an oven can get boring if there isn’t other prep work to be done, so having you there is nice.

He’s not much for PDA either, preferring those things to be exclusive between you two. He is a bit more open to it, holding your hand in public is something he has no problem with. Giving you a kiss on the forehead, cheek, or back of the hand is another thing he doesn’t mind doing. If he happens to be taller than you, it’s easy to make him melt by placing your hand on the back of his head and pulling him down for a quick peck on the lips.

He does enjoy getting a rise out of you. Expect him to tease you a lot with romantic gestures. Leaning in close during study dates and thinking he’s going to kiss you? Nope, he just happened to see a pen he wanted to use on the other side of you. He loves seeing your cheeks flare up, and it’ll be up to you if you drag him by his lapels for a proper kiss after. He’ll always laugh against your lips after and murmur about how easy it is to fluster you before leaning back in for a kiss.

Trey doesn’t try to break Riddle’s rules. Not because they’re rules, but he’d rather not deal with the lecture about how he’s Vice Warden and should be held up to higher standards. Still, he’ll break some rules when Riddle isn’t looking. Expect him to show up at Ramshackle past curfew to hang out with you, maybe take you somewhere, or just relax on the couch with you on his lap. He’ll let you play on his phone since you’re technology deprived.

Cater Diamond

When Cater falls for someone, he falls hard. One day you’re just another cute little freshman of his, the next he’s realizing being around you makes his heart speed up. His smile feels more natural and he’s seeking you out more and more. He isn’t shy about it either, the moment he realizes exactly what’s going on, he’s going in full throttle. Be expecting him to visit you in between classes, offer to walk with you, and invite you out places.

Smile for Magicam! Or at least that’s going to be his excuse for snapping photos with the two of you. 90% of those photos are for his eyes only. He’s not going to be creepy and set them as his background until after you’re already going out. Just be expecting him to follow you around like a lovesick puppy when he has time to spare. If you somehow don’t realize that he likes you, he’ll try harder to get it through your thick skull.

He’s pretty natural when it comes to confessions. He doesn’t do anything over the top. Probably just another hang out for you guys, going to some new trending store he heard about, or even a café. While you’re there he’ll comment on how you two would make a pretty cute couple, then ask if you want to be. His heart is going to be pounding like crazy, hoping for the best, and you better be prepared for the cutest smile in the world when you accept.

He’ll be more likely to post photos of the two of you on dates if you’ll allow him. He reserves two photo shooting sessions per date, only lasting maybe five minutes. While social media is important to him, he’d rather be focused on you. The photos more or less are for his own memory bank. He also loves taking candid shots of you. He definitely has a photo of you sprawled on his bed after a long day of classes, mouth open and fast asleep. He won’t comment if you snored, but if you ask he’ll tell you the truth and say it’s endearing.

While he might have a study date or two with you when it’s absolutely necessary, he’d rather be out and about with you. Studying gets boring so you have to really help him get engaged if you two end up doing that. If not, expect to see the newest trending places, get the recently released pastries at bakeries, etc. In fact, he really hopes you have a sweet tooth because he always feels bad buying something for Magicam and then not eating it in the end. If you don’t like sweet either, then he’ll bring it back to the dorm for someone else to have.

He’s totally fine with PDA as long as you’re chill with it. He doesn't want to overstep and make you uncomfortable, but he wants to flaunt you off to the world. A huge show of “This is mine and they’re the best thing in the world.” His hand is always wrapped around your shoulder when you walk places, and he’ll die of happiness if you put your hand in his back pocket while walking.

Cater doesn’t give a damn about rules as long as Riddle isn’t around to punish him. This means you two will have a lot of sneaking around to do in order to not get in trouble. Certain events are way past curfew, but he can’t just go. Don’t tell Riddle, but he gave him a side Magicam account to follow so Riddle can’t see all his outings that break rules. Riddle is none the wiser and he’d rather keep it that way.

You’re gonna need a phone. If Crowley isn’t going to give you one early on, Cater freaking will. He needs someone to message during class who won’t scold him for being distracted. He’ll also set you up with your own Magicam account so he can tag you. Whether you ever post on it or not, he doesn’t care. He just wants to be able to tag his amazing significant other.

It’s canon that his older sisters tend to give him a lot of ‘cutesy’ stuff that he’s not a fan of. He’s more than happy to give you stuffed animals if you’re into that sort of thing. In fact, anytime he gets a package he’s going to call you over and ask what you want to take from it. Don’t feel bad, he legit doesn’t want any of it. He’ll take photos for Magicam so his sisters don’t get upset, but after he’s handing them all off to you. If his sisters ever find out, expect the packages to now be sent to Ramshackle. They aren’t playing games. If he’s going to give them to you anyway, then they might as well personalize them to your taste. The packages end up becoming twice the normal size as well.

Kisses. Be expected to have a lot of them. Cater literally can’t keep his hands to himself, and needs to show his S/O with affection. So hand kisses, cheek, forehead, they’re all fair game. If he sneaks up behind you, expect his arms to be wrapped around your waist and a kiss to be placed on the back of your neck. Yes, he will do this if you’re speaking to someone else and he wants your attention. Yes, he absolutely adores how flustered you get as well.

Ace Trappola

Ace? Liking you? Romantically? Fun concept, wrong guy. Or at least that’s what he’s going to tell himself on repeat for literal weeks after he figures it out. He’s tried the whole dating thing before, and it wasn’t his cup of tea. Not to mention you were his close friend, and he didn’t want to ruin that by going on boring dates and then ghosting you. He couldn’t ghost one of his friends. So he decided he was just going to pretend like he didn’t like you romantically and carry on like normal.

Sadly this is easier said than done. You don’t even try to do anything flirty with him. You two will just be messing around and your hand grazes against him and his mind is wandering. “Wow, their hand felt kinda nice, I wonder what it would be like if they let me hold it?”. Queue him going into denial and trying to escape the situation. It isn’t hard to figure out that there’s something going on there.

You’re going to have to be the one to put on the first move. Start inviting him out on platonic, friendship dates. Watch him enjoy himself and do things that are just on the cusp of what a cute couple would do. Get him into the mindset that no, it’s not boring to date someone. In fact, your significant other should indeed be one of your closest friends. Ace will finally realize that his mistake last time was going out with someone he didn’t know much about and never actually bonded with. Just someone who liked him and he thought was pretty. Once it clicks that dating could be fun and nothing would change, he’s singing a new tune.

It’ll still take some time before he finally confesses to you though. His next worry is “Wait…what if I’m misinterpreting this entire thing and we’re just really close friends and they don’t think of me like this?” Thankfully his blunt nature will win over eventually. He’s just one day going to outright ask if you want to start dating. He’s killing himself with all this doubt and it’s cramping his style. Either say yes and begin dating, or say no and he just pretends this whole thing never happened. You’re gonna say yes. How could you not?

Give him some time to traverse through this newfound territory. He’s going to get a bit of whiplash as he realizes the things he’s been wanting to do with you, he can now do them. His hand is going to find yours. Kissing? New favorite activity. Expect him to drag you somewhere private between classes for quick make-out sessions. He loves the feeling of your lips on his, it reminds him that you guys are beyond the friendship phase now.

He’s a bit more handsy now that you two are officially together. He is constantly instigating physical contact with you, even if your face goes red in public. He’s going to be laughing and teasing you for it. He’s another one to tease you with lingering touches and almost kisses that turn out to be him leaning forward to grab something. Drag him in for a kiss and he might apologize (he won’t).

Expect him to also be treating you like his friend still. Sure he can kiss and hug you whenever, but he still wants what you guys had before. Best of both worlds, really. Hanging out in your group with Grim and Deuce and just messing around. Getting into trouble is still one of his favorite activities to do with you. However, detentions are now significantly more entertaining since he makes you flustered during them.

He’s going to be showing up at Ramshackle unannounced all the time. Always under the guise of Riddle being pissed off at him (which sometimes is true if the collar around his neck is anything to go by). Just get used to it and always be prepared for him to tease you about sharing the bed at night. He’s going to have to fight Grim over the fact. It’s a known fact that you and Grim cuddle at night on the same bed (after all, the first few nights at Ramshackle it was the only habitable bed). If he does share a bed with you, expect Grim to be right in the middle, kicking Ace in his sleep.

He’s going to make you late for class, this there’s no doubt. He’ll always want to sleep in if he’s already with you in bed. The only way to get his lazy butt up in the morning is to kick him off the bed. Even Grim is up before him, which is saying something. Make some coffee though and he’ll spring right up. His dorm is all about tea, so the bean juice is a special treat he really only gets when he spends the night at your place.

Late-night calls. If he’s not at the dorm, be expecting mass text messages until one in the morning. You might have to put your phone on “Do Not Disturb” if you want any sleep. How he can stay up so late at night and be hyperactive during the day is beyond you. No wonder he sleeps like a rock. He does get a bit cuter in his messages the later into the night it gets. It’s the only time he’ll be telling you how much you mean to him and how pretty/handsome you are. A tired Ace is a more honest version.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is going to be the only one in the dorm who differs when it comes to whether his crush identifies as a female compared to a male or any other gender. He respects women but is far more flustered. So it’s going to take some time even for the friendship aspect to sink in if he knows you’re a female. If you’re male or identify as something else, he’ll be easier to talk to and approach. He eventually will warm up completely though once he realizes there’s really no difference when it comes to friendships, he just won’t try to rough-house with you unless you instigate it first.

When he realizes he has a crush, it’s obvious to literally everyone. Unless you’re super dense, you’re going to notice the moment he realizes it. The way his entire body tenses as you guys are hanging out and how he looks at you. You’d think you were the one who put the moon and stars in the sky with the look he gave you that day when it dawned on him. After that he’d get flustered a bit more, not knowing how to deal with his emotions.

His mother figures it out instantly. Whenever they’re on call and she asks him questions about school and he brings you up, it’s like the air shifts around him and through a phone it’s palatable. It took her a total of five seconds to know her son had it down bad and bring the conversation to that. Yes, he got all the good courting advice from his mother. Ace tried to help, but the boy doesn’t know much about romance so? Trey was a bit more help, but in this case, his mother really came through.

You’d have to thank Ms. Spade at a later date. When Deuce showed up at your front doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in his dorm uniform, you were blown away. He was a blushing mess but clearly needed to get it off his chest. Over some tea, he confessed and you accepted without hesitation, how could you not? The boy is sweet and we all know he will treat you right.

He’ll be clumsy as he navigates the new territory of your relationship. A lot of coaxing is needed at first. Take things very slow with him, go on dates and act like friends. Maybe convince him to hold your hand at some point. You will actually break him if you go straight for a kiss on the lips. On the cheek is more his pace until he’s braver around you. Let him be the one to kiss you first, it’ll be well worth it.

He’s not going to be taking part in PDA, it’s a bit too embarrassing as a model student in the making, he didn’t want to accidentally break rules. If you keep teasing him, he will scoop you up into his arms and take you somewhere private so you two can be alone. He will be blushing like mad the entire time while muttering under his breath how you’re going to kill him.

During school breaks, he’s going to invite you to his place. You can bring Grim along, of course, he just wants his mother to meet you (she’s been begging since she heard the good news, and probably is already planning for a wedding). His mother will love you no matter what. If you were ever deprived of motherly love growing up, be prepared to cry into this woman’s arms. She’ll treat you like one of her own. Also, you’re leaving with her contact information and she’s expecting a call once a week to check in on you. Dating Deuce means getting another mom.

Once Deuce is finally comfortable around you, you can expect him to be cuddling with you often. Just sitting you in his lap while you two work on school stuff. Please help this boy study and dumb it down for him. He’s slow at learning but he CAN learn. He’ll be forever grateful and probably be apologizing when he realizes you guys have been studying well past curfew and he’s going to be in trouble with Riddle (explain to the warden what you guys had been doing and help bring Deuce’s grades up and he’ll overlook you guys being out past curfew).

Blastcycling. He’s getting you a helmet and the moment he has his bike, he’s taking you for joy rides. Probably going to be showing you all his favorite places to drive to for some peace and quiet. Stopping at the edge of a forest after an intense riding session, your hair is a mess, and you’re sitting on the edge with his arm wrapped around you watching the sunset. You can expect dates like these. Deuce is secretly a romantic and will adore moments like these with you.

With friends, he’s more likely to treat you in a friendly way. He doesn’t want things to get awkward in the group by being all lovey-dovey but expect after hangouts for him to steal you away for some alone time. He’s also going to be way more protective over you once you two are going steady. Nobody messes with you unless they want Deuce’s delinquent side to come out and physically fight them. He also apologizes when he shows you that side, but it’s just another part of Deuce and you love him for it.

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A/N: Welcome to Chapter Thirteen! Thank you for waiting; I wanted to do it before Christmas, but you know how busy December is. Also find me on AO3: The_Crystal_Quill !

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Masterlist Series Masterlist Introduction Your First Year Letter

Chapter Thirteen ~ One Step Closer

Dear (Y/N),

It’s about time that you wrote me a letter that I didn’t have to share, and I don’t appreciate you keeping secrets from me, but I do enjoy having secrets to keep. I won’t tell anyone; I highly doubt they would be of any help anyway.

First of all, stop looking in the damned library, the answers to your Message aren’t in a book. I suggest you figure out where to go. This Spirit, whoever they are, obviously has something for you to find. They must have been to Hogwarts, or there would have been no point in Contacting you now. It must be there.

I would like to be involved in this, obviously you’re getting nowhere on your own, the only obstacle in my way is the fact that Hogwarts is so far. you should stay at Hogwarts to do some investigating. I will help.

I’ll start to set the seed in Mother and Father’s heads about what it would be like to see your school, I know there is a village near Hogwarts, find out the name for me. Then you can write home and tell them that you want to spend the holidays at Hogwarts – I’ll convince them to travel to see you there, it should be easy to get them to believe it was their idea.

In the mean time, you just look for some clues. I’m sure you can find something to do until I get there.

~ Wednesday

Emotionless, mildly condescending, and straight to the point, just like her sister. It was clear to (Y/N) that Wednesday was rather excited about this enigma; it had only taken a couple of days for her to reply, and she’d obviously put a plan together rather quickly in her eager state.

She really must be bored without (Y/N) there. It was a nice thought, in a way.

(Y/N) didn’t really want to spend the winter holidays at Hogwarts; she’d actually been rather looking forward to sleeping in her own bed and decorating the family tree, standing for another annual portrait and bickering while Lurch painted their every expression, and not to mention the flaming Christmas Pudding that only Grandmama knew how to make. But it seemed that some things were more important – (Y/N) was starting to despise this Spirit for interrupting her life; she was supposed to have a very normal year of magic and studying.

There were no practical lessons so close to the holidays, and most of her classes consisted of reviewing the work they had completed during their first term before it came to an end. For the last thirty-six minutes, she had been writing an essay about Rowena Ravenclaw and her life before and after the creation of Hogwarts, while Professor Binns lectured about how next term they would be looking into the other schools of magic around the world. It was a shame, (Y/N) thought, that Binns had a talent for making a subject so interesting sound so incredibly boring. It seemed the most exciting thing to ever happen to him was his death, and even then his retelling of the event was as dull and lifeless as the corpse which he left behind.

“…Now, Beaubatons, the French academy, that is – you may read it and think it is pronounced ‘beau’ as in ‘beautiful’, but is actually pronounced ‘boar’ like the wild pig, now that I think on it, it’s much like Hogwarts being named from the mole of a hog – anyhow, Beaubatons is in the Pyrenees, and takes students predominantly from, France and Spain, so I suppose they must also have language classes there too. Actually, quite a lot of them seem to speak a few languages, very talented students, they are, so I suppose they must offer language classes. So anyway, as I was saying, Beaubatons school is cloaked under a spell, much like the one that hides the Hogwarts grounds from muggles, but where here they simply get dazed and confused and return themselves away from the area, them being in the Pyrenees means a lot of muggles tend to get themselves lost off the edge of rocks and cliffs and the like, and as unfortunate as that is, it means that the whole area is highly advised against, as far as the muggles are concerned, so in the end it turns out to be not so bad. Sure, there’s a few injuries and the odd death every now and then, but it does a fine job at keeping the muggles away. So, as I was saying…” Sweet Hades take my soul to the depths of Styx already, (Y/N) thought. If he carried on any longer she may just pull her ears off, and her peers seemed to suffer similarly. Listening to Binns’ unique way of speaking was somehow the verbal equivalent of watching paint dry; his tone was slow and monotonous as if he were bored of it himself, and he drawled through each sentence like a snail, droning on and on, digression after digression, to the point where it’s hard to even hear what exactly he’s talking about over the constant sound. And don’t even get started on what it was like to get trapped in a conversation with him – there was no escaping the relentless torture of word after word for what felt like hours, and there was no helping his victims chained in place by the requirement to be polite to your elders.

Sharing her desk was Saoirse, of course, but (Y/N) had noticed she’d fallen asleep some time ago – Binns had quite the power for doing that. Now would be the perfect time for some earphones, yet another con to muggle technology not working at Hogwarts; she’d once wanted to ask why that was, but she dreaded how long the answer would take.

‘Rowena Ravenclaw then decided that her house would be one for students who valued wisdom and knowledge above all else, and created an environment which would nurture their minds and mould her students into some of the brightest witches and wizards at Hogwarts.’ (Y/N) wrote, hoping to finish her essay before the class ended so she wouldn’t have it for homework. Only ten minutes left until the bell would sound and release them from their torture.

When there was only four minutes left, (Y/N) nudged Saoirse with her elbow, waking her almost immediately; they had learned that it was best to leave as soon as the bell rang, rather than risk being caught up in a conversation with the professor, it was a mad-dash to leave.

As she rolled up her essay and put her quill away, (Y/N) thought about what she was going to write in her letter home. Wednesday must have already set the seed of seeing Hogwarts, as she’d put it, so now she needed to request that she stay. Only, she was finding it a little tricky to think up a reason for the strange request; in almost every letter (Y/N) had mentioned how she couldn’t wait to return home, what could possibly make her want to stay?

She needed a lie, and a good one at that.

When the bell finally dismissed them, the girls grabbed their bags and cloaks and exited the classroom. As December had rolled around, the snow was starting to fall each night, leaving a light layer on the grounds, and the hallways were becoming even more chilled than before. It was the perfect amount of cold for (Y/N); her breath fogged slightly in front of her, and she could wear comfortable layers, and feel like she was taking a lovely trip through the morgue.

The hallways gradually warmed up as they got closer to the Great Hall, their ever-burning fires seemed to heat the whole room, and the toasty warmth was trapped between the walls. Magic, probably, stopped the heat from escaping through the brickwork.

At the Slytherin table, (Y/N) sat and thought of what to write in her letter while Saoirse started a conversation about her latest obsession: vampires. “Wait, you really didn’t know they were real?” (Y/N) asked as she fiddled with the golden goblet in front of her. She sometimes forgot that Saoirse was raised by very ordinary muggles.

“I thought they were just a myth, like an old folk-tale, y’know?” Answered Saoirse with a wave of her arm, she gestured often when she spoke, (Y/N) noticed. “Like Dracula.”

“Dracula was real too.” She replied, amused at the way Saoirse dropped her hands on the table and gawked.

“What?” She said, moving her hair out of her face to pay proper attention to her friend. “Explain, now.”

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) succumbed to the distraction. “Count Dracula was from Romania, he came to Whitby by ferry, and he lived and died there. The story got a bit exaggerated through time, but he was very real. In fact, you can learn all about him in my town.” She was ready to leave it there as she saw her other roommates enter the room and look for them, but she thought one last piece of information would be worth sharing. “Local legend says he’s buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in the town, but he’s actually buried in the Addams Cemetery next to my Great-Great-Uncle Wolfgang Addams.”

“WHAT?”

Dear Mother and Father,

I have so been looking forward to returning home for the holidays, as you know. But there has been an unfortunate incident involving a friend of mine and a carnivorous plant in one of the herbology greenhouses. She is having to spend the holidays in the hospital wing and can’t go home. I know you have been excited for me to be back home, but I may have already agreed to stay here so my friend wouldn’t be alone. Is that alright? I feel terrible about it all, but I’ve heard Christmas at Hogwarts is something to be awed. Perhaps you could send my gifts here? Or we can save them for the next holidays? It’s such a shame you can’t come here.

I have been practising my sword skills in the Forbidden Forest, luckily the cold weather means that few people are outside to see me. Sadly, I haven’t seen any terrible creatures in the forest, no ghouls or monsters, but there’s still time.

My lessons have been going well; my potions are near perfect, herbology has been coming naturally to me, and I only fell off of my broom once. Though, Transformation is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated.

The Hogwarts Express leaves from Hogsmeade Station early on Saturday morning next week, and I’ve agreed to accompany Saoirse as she boards. I look forward to hearing back from you.

~ (Y/N)

It wasn’t a perfect lie, but it would do. (Y/N) was attaching the letter to Mortis’ long leg as he finished up the steak and kidney pie she brought him, hoping he wouldn’t get too cold during his long flight. She’d already sent a note to Wednesday, informing her of the name of the nearest town and any updates on her mystery. With luck, she could easily convince them to stay in Hogsmeade – it would be a shame to not see them all for the winter – perhaps (Y/N) could sneak Wednesday into school.

“Go on then, Mortis.” She said to the great bird, giving his strong back a pat. “Fly back home as quickly as you can, I’ll see you soon.” (Y/N) took a step back, and watched as the vulture gave her a farewell nod and spread out his massive wings, diving from the tall tower and catching the wind to take him south. She watched until the giant creature turned into a brown-ish blur and disappeared into the white horizon, hoping it didn’t snow on his journey.

The trail back to the castle was long and peaceful; dark fir and pine tree tops were dusted in white and the snow on the ground had set a foot deep already, crunching beneath her shiny black boots with each step. For a while, that was the only sound she heard, until she neared the castle grounds and saw that there were students dotted around – some were settled around the courtyard some were walking through the fields to the iced-over lake, and two identical red-heads were throwing snowballs either at their friends or at unfortunate bystanders.

(Y/N) tugged on her leather gloves and tightened the emerald scarf around her neck, feeling a chill breeze redirect her way. She was pondering returning to the library to once more search for a useful book in the Divination section; she had all but given up on that idea, there was no way she could search through so many on her own, but she’d hate to admit that Wednesday was right.

She was just ascending the salted stone steps that lead into the castle, when she felt a soft pat on her head, and cold water melting into her hair and run down her neck. (Y/N) froze, and the whole courtyard seemed to freeze with her. A curse was muttered from behind her, and she turned to face the culprit. Maybe a dozen people were in the open area, all staring wide-eyed between the black-clad Addams heir and the group of damp third-year boys at the centre of it all. Three of the boys took a step back, pointing at their red-head friends accusingly, who watched warily for her reaction. (Y/N) said nothing, waiting for them to go first.

They straightened themselves out, faces pale from the cold and shock, noses red, gloves wet, both covered in snow. They looked to each other briefly, seemingly deciding what to do. “It was him!” The one of the left exclaimed, pointing to his brother.

The second twin gasped and put his hands up in surrender, shooting his brother a horrified expression of betrayal. “It was an accident, I swear!” He defended, giving her what he hoped was a sincerely apologetic look, crossing his heart with his forefinger. “I was aiming for Lee!”

A boy on the right threw his hands up, mirroring the look of innocence his accuser displayed. “Don’t drag me into this, you’re just a crappy shot.”

“Oi!”

“Well you’re the one who hit her!”

It was clear a petty argument was about to break out, so (Y/N) turned to face them fully from the third step and crossed her arms, successfully regaining their focus. They expected her to yell, to scream, to throw insults and curses. But she didn’t – she already had their attention; she didn’t have to cause a scene to get what she wanted.

All eyes were on them as the boys looked between themselves and her nervously; the longer she stood silent, the more anxious they became, wondering what she might do. Nothing in her face or body language gave away any indication of what she was thinking. Lee elbowed the twin nearest to him, seeming to snap him into some sort of action. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.” The guilty red-head said, pulling his knitted hat over his ears as he gave her another genuine expression.

There was a pause of complete silence, all lesser-noises absorbed by the blanketed snow, as everyone watched. Then, with only a single, small nod, (Y/N) turned and continued on her way, leaving them to their business.

Sometimes (Y/N) forgot about the reputation she’d somehow accumulated since her arrival, after all, she did very little to build it. Somehow, in simply being herself, people had made her (and her family) to be some sort of fantastical being of dark and mysterious origin. Saoirse often made her feel so normal, that she often forgot that, in the eyes of everyone else, she wasn’t. So it wasn’t too drastic of her to assume something as simple as a rogue snowball may have been thrown on purpose, she thought. But an apology was all she needed, and the boy was polite enough to give a sincere one. So perhaps not everyone outside of her inner circle was all that bad, even if they thought some truth was behind the rumours about her.

It was half-past eleven on a Saturday morning, exactly one week before the Winter holidays, which meant that the library would be full of people finishing up assignments and catching up on reading. As she entered the quiet hall, she was unsurprised to see most people wearing Ravenclaw jumpers. Making her way towards the back, (Y/N) passed a table piled high with books; curiously, she peered around a stack to see Hermione in a discussion with her two Gryffindor friends. “This is taking forever, I don’t know where else to look.”

“I know I’ve read his name somewhere.” Harry said, flicking through a copy of Great Wizards Of The Twentieth Century, before Ron nudged him in the arm and nodded to their observer. “Oh, um… hi…” He said, drawing back slightly, as if unsure of what to say. It was then that (Y/N) noticed how Harry didn’t seem to ever say her name – perhaps, (Y/N) considered, he simply hadn’t decided on if he should call her by her first name or her last.

“That’s quite a lot of books,” (Y/N) commented, busying herself with undoing her coat.

“Yeah well, we’ve been doing quite a lot of reading.” Said Ron with a slight edge of defence. (Y/N) couldn’t understand why, it seemed to her a silly thing to defend.

Normally, (Y/N) would have resigned the attempt at conversation. But given that these were Hermione’s friends, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to show a little effort – she thought it was very grown-up of her. “Anything interesting?”

The answers from each of them varied, but Hermione simply huffed at them and turned to her. “(Y/N), do you know anything about Nicolas Flamel?” She asked, ignoring Ron’s noise of protest.

(Y/N) hummed as she removed her scarf and hung it on her arm. “Can’t say I’ve heard of him. Why?”

“No reason.” Said Ron, closing his book and moving it aside, interrupting Hermione before she shared too much.

Hermione only sent him a glare and ignored his frown of disapproval. “We’ve looked everywhere but we just can’t seem to find anything on him. The only place we haven’t checked is the Restricted Section.”

“The Restricted Section?” (Y/N) repeated, wondering why a library would hide books rather than share them. “What’s in there?”

“Mostly books on restricted topics, advanced dark magic and the likes.” The intelligent girl explained, turning to look to the back of the library. “Unfortunately, you can’t go in without a consent form, and that’s never going to happen.”

“Well, can’t you just ask the librarian? Surely she’ll know something about this Flamel.” (Y/N) offered, though she was clearly intrigued.

Harry shook his head. “No way, she’ll tell on us for sure.” He said, but the moment he did his eyes widened and Ron made another frustrated groan.

(Y/N) raised a brow and felt her curiosity grow. “So it’s a secret, this Flamel stuff?” She guessed, and it seemed she hit the nail right on the head.

“Look, you can’t tell anyone.” Ron stressed, moving the stack of books from between them so she could see all of him properly. “It’s very important that no one finds out about any of it.”

(Y/N) nodded, she wasn’t one for spreading secrets. “Of course.” Seeing then that she had nothing more to offer, and not long before lunch, (Y/N) stepped away from the table to take her leave. “I’ll let you to it then, I’ll see you here in the week, Hermione.” She said, then gave a nod to the group and made her way to the Divination section.

She thought that went relatively well; at least this time they actually talked with her.

With her coat and scarf placed safely on a desk chair, (Y/N) chose a shelf to scour, and began her ascent up the ladders to have a look at the M’s. Perhaps today was a good day to go through Meteoromancy: Secrets in Storms. She did love the sweet lull of thunder.

The Great Hall was decorated beyond (Y/N)’s expectations; snow dusted trees standing twenty feet tall at the front of the room, snowflakes falling from the ceiling only to fade away halfway down, colourful ribbons and garlands hung on the walls, and everything smelt of cinnamon and pine.

It was all very light and bright and colourful… it only made her miss the smooth blacks and blood reds of their tree at home.

At the Slytherin table, (Y/N) sat picking at a bowl of fruit as everyone discussed the holidays; Saoirse was looking forward to returning to her home most of all, telling Millicent all about her dog and how much she’d missed him. (Y/N) wished she was going back to Whitby – the beachside town was so charming in the winter; there were rarely any tourists, the wind was icy cold from the sea breeze, and the famed abbey looked so beautifully haunted covered in snow and salt-ice. The Addams Manor would be decorated with silky blacks, silvers, reds, white, and plum; the tree decorated with skulls and spiderwebs, piles of gifts wrapped in black paper; and the games they would play would bring a smile even to Wednesday’s face (especially when they played autopsy).

There were exclamations of excitement and dozens of owls came flying down from the highest windows carrying letters and packages to their owners, dropping them in their laps. Saoirse, Millicent, and Bridgit tore open their letters eagerly, as (Y/N) waited for Mortis to deliver a letter from her parents.

“I’ll just be a minute,” said Bridgit after a gulp of pumpkin juice, standing with a letter in hand, “this one’s addressed to me and my brother, I need to catch him before he goes to class.” She explained with a huff, turning to find him at the Gryffindor table.

Saoirse leaned across the table to stab her fork into an untouched sausage on Bridgit’s plate, then put her own letter safely in her bag. “What about yours?” She asked Millicent. “That from your parents?”

Millicent nodded, fiddling with the page in her hand. “Yeah, just how they’re looking forward to me going back and all that. Not very long, though.”

A moment later there was a scuffle of wings from the high window as a few owls rushed out of the way, making room for Mortis to fold his enormous wings to fit through, then reopen them again to glide down. He had the usual black envelope in his talons, dropping it for his young mistress to open, and bending his head low for a pat. “Good morning, Mortis.” She greeted him as she dragged an unused knife under the fold of the envelope to reveal the off-white paper inside. “Go get something to eat.” She said, watching him waddle over to a plate of bacon; his walk might have been cute, if it weren’t for the sharp talons that tapped the table with each heavy footfall that showed his weight. With all of the long-distance flights and buffet of foods, he really was getting bigger by the month.

(Y/N) unfolded the pages to read her mother’s swirling black handwriting.

Dear (Y/N),

We understand your desire to stay at Hogwarts with your friend. If you had something to do with the injury, it shows good character that you would agree to make up for it, & for that we are very proud of you. Pugsley would very much like to know more about the injury and how it came about, & if there were any limbs lost or infected wounds. Well, you will be able to tell him yourself. After we received your letter, Wednesday subtly pointed out how Hogsmeade is a popular visit this time of year, & how it isn’t too far from your school – she will deny it to her dying breath, but I believe she misses you more than she’ll admit. But nonetheless, we agree. We have made reservations at the Hog’s Head, & will be arriving on Sunday 22nd and staying until January 5th. As for you, you may stay with us or at Hogwarts with your friend, we can make arrangements for whatever you decide. I’ve included a note for the deputy headmistress in the envelope, if you would please give it to her.

We are all so looking forward to seeing you, Darling. It has been far too long already.

Missing you,

Mother

X

(Y/N) let out a small sigh; Wednesday might not have been as subtle as she’d said, but her intentions worked out anyway – and her family believed the lie she’d crafted, so all was well.

She folded the letter back into the envelope and took out the page written for McGonnagal, curious to be sure that she hadn’t written anything about the lie, but was relieved to read only about last-minute plans to Hogsmeade. (Y/N) would be glad to deliver it at the end of her Transfiguration class.

A tap on the arm brought (Y/N) back up from the page, seeing Saoirse collect her bag and grab a biscuit. “C’mon, we’ve got Potions.” She said, and (Y/N) noticed she had Millicent’s letter in hand.

“Why do you have that?” She asked as they made their way out of the Hall.

“She left it on the table, I’ll give it to her in class.”

The Dungeons were icy at this time of year, which was no surprise really – actually, what was a surprise was that they let students live down there in the damp and the cold. Their breaths fogged up in the air as they descended the steps and turned down the classroom’s corridor, seeing most students already at their desks, still wearing their robes and gloves. Saoirse gave a quick indication towards Millicent, nodding to (Y/N) as she returned the letter.

Snape entered the classroom with a swish of a cloak, glaring at those left standing around. “Be seated.” He demanded with upturned lips, watching as everyone shuffled to the nearest table. Truly, that man shouldn’t be working with children.

(Y/N) saw a spare seat in the centre-left of the room, where Rahim was sitting alone, and decided to occupy it (seeing as Saoirse had panicked and immediately sat with Millicent). She gave him a nod in greeting, receiving a shy smile in return as she unloaded her textbook, notes, and parchment onto her side of the desk.

“Today we will review the Forgetfulness Potion.” Snape drawled, and if it weren’t for the fact that so many of them were scared of him, many students would be lulled back to sleep by his monotonous voice. “This includes ingredients, directions, effects, cures, and history. Find the page in your textbooks, and I want an essay of at least two feet before the end of class, or you will be finishing an extra foot for homework.” There were a few groans from the back of the room, which he ignored completely. “You’ll do well to pay attention – you will be tested on it at the start of your next term, and it will be included in your final exam at the end of the year, along with the many other potions and ingredients that we cover.”

For a long while, there was near-silence in the room, only the scratching of quills and the low mumbles and whispers of discussions. And as (Y/N) was writing about the effects of the potion (which she was already having a hard time remembering), she felt a cramp in her hand and decided to take a short break.

Rahim was writing quickly, copying a list from his textbook rather efficiently, until he noticed the bored look on his friend’s face as she studied a satisfying lower-case ‘b’ on his paper. “Um… you alright?”

Nodding, (Y/N) continued to rub her hand as she glanced in the direction of their professor, seeing he was busy marking papers with vague disappointment. “Yes, just… in need of a break.” She answered truthfully.

Rahim nodded and straightened himself out, hiding a yawn behind his hand. “Yeah, me too. But at least there’s not long before the holidays.”

(Y/N) hummed, deciding against mentioning how she was staying back. “Yeah, you can finally spend some time away from the library.” She teased, as if she wasn’t in there far more than him.

Humming a laugh, the boy gave her another shy smile, half-hidden by his dark hair. He seemed to be considering something, opening and then closing his mouth hesitantly.

(Y/N) realised that she couldn’t recall ever having a conversation with Rahim alone; they were always accompanied by Saoirse or Hermione. Perhaps that was why he was hesitating – or maybe it just made him all the more shy. “What is it?”

Rahim scrunched his brows slightly, before opting to say what was on his mind. “Well, uh… I was just wonderin’… about them books you’re always reading from the library…” He finally said, fidgeting with his quill and smudging his fingers with the first ink-stains of the day. “They’re just a bit… um… odd… I guess.”

She could tell he was trying very hard not to offend her, which she found very endearing, and was pleased that he was putting such effort into his phrasing. She thought perhaps that he could be trusted with the vague truth; after all, he didn’t have anyone to tell secrets too, other than Saoirse maybe. But (Y/N) was too tired to think up clever lies – it was a skill she’d have to work on. “I received a Message from a spirit, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.” She strategically answered.

To her surprise, Rahim didn’t seem all too shocked by this. Given his quiet nature, she’d expected a bit more of… a reaction. But instead, he seemed to be thinking over her answer seriously. “Spirit? Like a ghost?”

She waved a hand in a ‘sort of’ gesture. “Kind of… but a more dead ghost than a… living... ghost?” She cringed — not so elegantly put.

Rahim thought nothing of the peculiar answer, going along with it in understanding. “Well… where’ve you been lookin’?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Well, just about everything really. Auramancy, Occulomancy, Tarot, runes… so far I haven’t found anything helpful.”

“And Necromancy wasn’t any help?”

She stopped. For the first time in a while, her brain seemed to stutter and freeze. Necromancy.

Necromancy.

Oh how the hell did she not think of Necromancy?

“Oh… I am such an idiot.” She muttered, massaging her forehead in frustration. It was so obvious now, she seriously questioned where her head had been all this time. “Rahim, it’s extremely rare that I’ll ever say this again, but I owe you one.” (Y/N) said, earning another shy smile from the boy.

She had one last shelf to check in the library.

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[joyswonderland1108]

Seek help.

Please read this as i'm trying to spread awareness. Before you continue, if this landed randomly on your page, i'm a Jikook blog, you do not have to follow me or disregard this post simply because of that as my goal here is to speak up for Jungkook.

Now back to all of you who know me already, it is nothing new to you that i complained many times before about Tiktok Army. Today however for some reason i'm at my breaking point.

When i tell you that Jungkook is but a sexual fantasy to a lot of "Army" i'm not even joking. This image they're trying to give to Jungkook as him being a fuckboy, a player, yada yada, is getting out of hand. The boy is doing his best to get out of that "baby" image many stick to him but that also doesn't mean it gives you the right to objectify him, some people here are forgetting that objectifying doesn't only happen with women so let that be a reminder to you that it can happen to anyone.

Yes Jungkook is exploring different genre, exploring mature concepts but this does not mean that you can use him for your own sexual fantasies, or make comments about him making him sound/look like a pervert.

It's already bad enough that hater made up a rumor about him that many dumbasses believed without checking how they were trending that Jungkook was a SA'er and now "Army" making comments that aren't helping this sick agenda either.

In KBS the photocards that were gifted to those who attended had "Our Army whom i want to see in 3D" written at the back of it, it should be cute considering how much Jungkook would remind us that he really appreciates Army and is so thankful towards them. The expression simply meant that he wants to see Army in real life, but going ahead and linking it to the meaning of the song.. I don't know if people are aware of the shit they are insinuating with that.

And if you still don't know let me spell it out for you: You are insinuating that Jungkook is asking random people to see them in compromising positions, see them sexually, the people aka the fans. A gentle reminder that some idols had scandals when it comes to ACTUALLY indulging in sexual acts with fans or sexual remarks towards fans that made them uncomfortable. So you over here mindlessly making comments about Jungkook that might be taken so wrongly by people is insane.

Be mindful of what you say, i feel like whatever Jungkook decides to do many people here makes him regret his decision. He decided to share snippets of him at the gym, did a live there: Stalked. He decided to do lives from home: Stalked. He decided to try to interact more with Army's comments: Disrespectful comments. He decided to explore mature concepts for his solos: Overly sexualized and objectified.

There's a difference between being open minded about sex and sexy concepts and actually only seeing a person as that, making it their whole personality. Need i remind you that Jungkook is an artist too? Before you forget that he's just your sexual fantasy, your out of a manhwa wet dream, he is also a singer, an artist, a performer, someone who works hard not for you to only see his dick.

And it's funny to me because these same people would call you close-minded simply for seeing him as a human, you know, something he himself have said before that he too is a human. These same people would call you immature for actually seeing more than just "sex" in him, these same people would call you a kid or a grandma for not making sick comments about him.

All that and they still do not realize that being mature is being completely okay with the fact that Jungkook is a grown ass man and isn't the virgin weeb many can't help but think he is, that he is an adult who knows what sex is and can sing about it if that's what he wants to, that he is capable of choosing the mature concept without making him a player.

I feel like more than other members Jungkook is always the target of so many fucked up things, whether it's rumors, or stalking, or nasty comments, or or or. I've talked previously about how i was surprised during TMA seeing how many people didn't even bother with Jungkook from the beginning, and i'll say it again i thought that i'll have a hard time with both my biases i thought that it'll be a tough competition and i'll be left there not knowing which direction to take just for me to realize that many people never even bothered to vote for him to begin with.

Many people would rather read fictions about him, very sick fictions actually, would rather make Y/N povs on tiktok, make edits about him that would gather some very nasty comments than actually properly support him.

Many people don't even want to support him on what HE himself literally said, spelled out from his own mouth. Many people want to make decisions for him and would fight people who truly care for him and defend him and what he said because apparently to these people what Jungkook said himself is not good enough so they feel the entitlement to decide for him all while telling those who care to "Not decide for him" Ah.. The irony.

Because one more reminder, i will not let you forget that some people are up until this day, still negotiating Jungkook's enlistment and how he can still go later maybe even in 2028 ignoring the many times Jungkook himself said that he will enlist soon, that he can't wait to reunite with the members in 2025.

I don't know where the disrespect, where the audacity, where the bravery is coming from, but seriously Jungkook is way too kind for some people, like.. WAY TOO DAMN KIND. Just because he said he wanted us to be friends with him it doesn't mean that some boundaries are meant to be crossed. Just because he is a man, it doesn't mean it gives you the right to treat him like something that you own, if he was a woman i want to see if those same people would still make comments about him that way.

Men can be harassed too, men can be sexualized too, men can be objectified too. Him wanting to be the grown up that he is doesn't give you the right to mold him into a filthy image out of your own fetishes.

Please have some respect for that man, support him for who he is, not who you want him to be.

#respect Jungkook

[stellari-s]

Hi!

First of all i love your Ithaqua stories and head canons. Unfortunately, since Ithaqua is a new Hunter, I can't really find stories with him.

But here is my request for you. I really want to see like a Ithaqua x reader story. I was thinking maybe the story can be about the reader is a survivor and like they meet in a match and fall in love or something like that 😅

Thank you for reading this little message. And you don't have to write this request if you don't want to.

💕

aw, thank you so much, anon! i really really appreciate that you like what i write 🥹 lemme know what you think!

request; yes, and they're open! especially ithaqua ones. please gimme them 🥺🤲

wc; 732.

tags; a tiny bit of violence? first meeting, some romantic hints, gn survivor! reader, literal midnight writing 😳

summary; you run into a new hunter who goes by ithaqua during a match, and he invites you to play a small game...

whenever someone enters oletus manor, rumors spread like wildfire.

you’ve heard all about it from your fellow survivors.

how there is a new hunter who carries with him strong gusts of wind that could make the snow dance to his will. a masked and hooded hunter who stood on high blade-like stilts. an axe wielder with a single lantern that glowed blue and yellow as if under a spell.

at first, you were not all that interested. at this point, you have been stuck in this manor doing spontaneous matches for an owner whose face you never saw before.

things were starting to get a bit dull.

that is... until today.

“don’t rescue me!” your teammate shouts, tied securely the tall red chair. “go for the tie!”

you want to win, but you see the navy-clad hunter near the chair, looking at you with his head tilted, as if trying to read what move you will make and when.

eventually, your teammate’s chair starts spinning faster and faster until it flies into the sky, leaving you completely alone with the hunter.

“are you just going to stand there?” the hunter asks. his voice, contrary to his intimidating appearance, is rather light, laced with some curiosity. “if that’s the case, how about we play a little game?”

you pause for a second before responding cautiously, “...what game?”

“a game of tag,” he replies, “i’ll give a 10 second head start. if you don’t get caught by me before reaching the dungeon, you’re free to escape. otherwise, i’ll do the same as i did to your teammate.” with his weapon, the hunter gestures to the now ashen spot on the ground where the chair had unceremoniously flown off. the lantern hangs on the edge below the blade, so it dangles hypnotically back and forth as he swings it. “how about it?”

at the very least, i can snag a tie.

“alright,” you concede after some thought, “deal.”

laughter echoes through the map as you run. the hunter keeps his promise, giving you a full 10 seconds before pursuing you.

there are times as you’re running when you feel your breath being cut short by strong wind pulling you in. sometimes, you slam into a wall, and while the impact hurt, it helps you keep distance. this game of tag continues on with you running him, occasionally playing some mind games to get yourself out of a pinch.

eventually it hits you like a gust that this chase is interesting.

it’s fun.

such fun can only last so long, though, as the hunter hits you from behind, causing you to stumble forward and collapse. your body is aching from running, bumping into walls, and now from being hit, but nonetheless you muster energy to try and struggle when he ties you to a balloon.

oh god, i’m going to be chaired...

thinking about how the chair’s spinning gives you nausea gives more drive to struggle free.

much to your surprise, though, he takes you to the dungeon and pops the balloons, causing you to fall to the ground with a thud.

“you... you’re letting me go?”

the hunter tilts his head again - it reminds you of a cat somewhat - as he replies, “you played the game well, so why not?”

you crawl toward the dungeon’s dark entrance as you half-jokingly reply, “not one to keep promises, are you?”

“normally i would chair you, but take this as an acknowledgement.” his tone matches your own.

you have a feeling you are going to run into him a lot from now on.

inside of matches... and outside of them too.

of course, you don’t know that for sure. it’s just a strange, inexplicable feeling tugging on your chest.

you are about to jump down to the dark depths of the dungeon that is linked back to the manor, but before you do, you turn back. the tugging in your chest grows stronger, feeling like a stretched rubber band, every step you move away from him.

“can you tell me your name?” you ask.

the hunter chuckles, index finger over where his lips are under his mask like sharing a secret. “just call me ithaqua.”

that mysterious taut sensation in your chest seems to subside the moment you hear his name, and with a small smile playing on your lips, you jump, your surroundings turning dark.

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[wasyago]

Dear Wasyago,

Strange, I have always thought it was spelled as Wasayago. But recently I've realized, I can't read very well.

I want to send appreciation today, to you.

You've taught me a lot about art. You've taught me a lot how to draw certain things, and you have opened my eyes to new perspective of art, ever since I started following you. Colours are brighter, I experiment more, I can see a specter of visuals that was previously hidden from me. It's like gaining shrimp colors.

Your art feels like an art classroom. There's sun pouring in from the windows, and there's tree leaves in front of them. Every time you come in you see different art projects. Paints add on to the tables, that will never scrub off again. There's dirty cups with paint water, and brushes, in the sink. It's lunch break, and there's people here. Some are just doing their math homework right before class, some are working on their sculpture, some are picking out paints, some are working on their new piece, on a fresh canvas. And it is so alive.

Your art feels so alive. Like the leaves, the people, the stains. It's really nice to see, every single time you post, how lovingly you bring a character into the world (My favorite so far is that one doodle of Modern au Gillion eating noodles, I have it in my favorites gallery).

I would like to see some unfinished, maybe forever to be so, doodles that you weren't especially proud of. We'll love it all.

Respectfully,

Marcus Bloodsmith

oh, thank you so much, this is so sweet qwq

im happy to know that you feel this way about my art, and im glad i could help you with some advice! it feels a bit weird to show unfinished or scrapped art under such a nice message, but yeah why not. and its funny that you mentioned the gillion eating noodles one, because its also one of the pieces that i really didn't like and didn't want to post hdgsh. i dont have that many unfinished drawings left because i delete or redraw most of them, but i have a couple that might be fun to share... and i guess it's gonna be a long post bc i wanna tell a little about each one or at least name them.

there's this art of chip, the first time i properly tried to figure out a way to draw him back when i just started listening. redrew this piece later, kept the sketch on the left, but the right one i changed completely because i didn't like the vibe this one has.

there's this attempt at redesigning caspian after i found out he was a water genasi, plus the first version of that art of caspian, pretzel and gill. this design didn't feel "caspian" enough, it looked too soft and kind where i wanted him to be more layed back and chill and sarcastic and with a bit of an edge. redrew both pieces later. the underwater drawing also has an unfinished background in this version, i added some fishies later so it didn't feel that empty.

some random sketch of gillion to show off how the lightning scars look on his face and neck. i quite like it, but it didn't really fit in the post with three proper drawings and one sketch so i decided to scrap it.

there's this drawing where i tried to figure out how the capital of the undersea looked like. i really didn't know where i was going with it and didn't have a good idea when i started drawing, so its a mess of things with nothing to really focus on. i tried to add a character on it later to breathe some life into it, but it didn't work out since i didn't focus it on the character from the beginning. plus i don't like how the colors turned out, and the entire concept of the environment feels weak and boring to me. i still want to draw more concepts of the undersea and try a couple other ideas, but probably at a later date...

the first version of whatever try it was to design gill's armor. (fun fact, i have more armor designs scheduled for tomorrow). this one i redrew almost immediately, i really didn't like how it turned out and how the legs were cut off and it looked so messy with no real accent point or personality. plus the smaller copy of the drawing in the corner just didn't look good. im not exactly proud of the redrawn version either (that's why i did another one yesterday lol), but im glad i redrew it anyway, it looks a lot better than this one.

the first sketch of that one gillion drawing. i couldn't figure out the colors for it for so long and wanted to drop the idea entirely. but i left it to sit for a couple hours and eventually got the motivation to come back to it and finish it. for most of the illustration pieces i did for jrwi there were multiple versions, where i just didn't like the first one and redrew the whole thing with a different composition and colors. didn't save any of those drawings tho...

this drawing of jay but with green wings and a slightly different color shirt. it was actually the first version of this drawing, and i changed the colors to blue later. wanted to post both of them side by side but then decided against it. that's why this drawing survived and was properly saved and not just deleted.

more recent attempts at designing the chaingel. i like the concept, and the pose in the second sketch is pretty badass, but the execution is just not there. it doesn't feel right, doesn't have the right kind of vibe that this character gives off. so im sure i will try and draw her later when i figure out what's missing and how to show her personality in the way it feels in my head. but these two sketches were never going to see the light of day, so now they're here.

aand this is it, this is everything that wasn't deleted in the past month for one or another reason. i feel like im more chill with deleting and redrawing things, so a lot of initial sketches and concepts never get saved or seen by anyone. im also on mobile so i can attach only ten files lol. not that it matters, the last two were just random figure drawings for warm up, not much to talk about.

#very sorry to the tagging anon but im not tagging this as jrwi. this is just nothing. #yagotalk

[winterrrnight]

make up part II

PAIRING: drew starkey x best friend!gn!reader

SUMMARY: You and Drew finally recite your love for each other, all thanks to Cigarettes After Sex.

WARNINGS: little intimate moments between the reader and drew, but of course nothing sexual, drugs, alcohol, small mentions of anxiety + ignore any grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: this is requested by @totalswag, thank you so much for the request lovie, I had so much fun writing this! thank you for also giving me a plot idea on how you would like to see this part progress :)

please like and/or reblog if you like this, feedback is highly appreciated! 🌷

This is part two to make up! So for more context, make sure to read that first :)

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You're sitting next to Drew in the passenger seat as he's driving you both to the party. The tension from before is still lingering around you and is suffocating you. The only sound in the car is from the radio playing unknown music softly in the background.

You lean your head against the window and watch the trees and the houses rush past; your desperate attempt to get your mind off the thick tension. But it doesn't work. You cannot stop thinking about how peaceful Drew looked while you were doing his make up - his eyes closed and soft breathes escaping him - he looked like the epitome of serenity.

And then there was you, with your heart beating so fast you were worried it will just jump out of your chest. You felt your fingers slightly tremble as you brushed your fingertips over his eyelids and cheekbones. It was a miracle how you didn't mess up his look.

While you were doing your own make up look, unbeknownst to you, Drew was watching you intently as you brushed your own face with the similiar blush you used for him. He was in awe; your hands moving so perfectly it almost looked effortless. No doubt he felt the same tension you did, he was able to keep a cool front while really he was going completely crazy on the inside.

Drew takes a quick look at you, your focus completely on the sights outside the window. He wants to say something; anything to kill this tension between you two.

But he doesn't know what to say, he's at a loss of words, just the way you are. Drew tries to find his own distraction by only thinking about the music playing on the radio and keeping his eyes on the road.

Pretty soon, you and him are near your friend's house. She definitely has a big group of friends, so you know there won't be less than atleast 200 people in her house. The neon lights from her house can be seen flashing from the distance, and the bass of the loud music thumps against your eardrums.

You and Drew stand outside her house. There are some people outside in the gardens, with their weed and alcohol to keep them company. The door is wide open, so you both just welcome yourself inside.

With the amount of people you and Drew are trying to navigate your way in, you already start to feel overwhelmed by it all. The heat, the sweaty bodies, the reeking smell of weed all around the room starts to get to you.

Drew knows how nervous you tend to get in places like these. He is quick to grasp your hand in his, intertwining your fingers so you don't lose each other, and to provide you some comfort in this tough situation.

At the sudden skin to skin contact, you tense for a second, but relax almost immediately. His hand, just the right temperature, just the right size, feels so perfect holding yours.

You turn to take a look at Drew, who has a reassuring smile on his face. It's okay, I'm here, is what he's trying to convey to you. I'll always be here for you. I'll never let anything happen to you.

As you both continue to walk through the big crowds of people with the dim lighting gleaming your make up in the most ethereal way possible, you finally find yourself with all your friend group.

"Heyyy!" Your friend, Amber - who's birthday it is, says as she waltzes over you two. You can already see she has had one too many cups of alcohol. She comes up to you and wraps your arms around you, locking you in a hug. This causes your hand to break apart from Drew's.

You plaster a smile on your face as you pull from the hug. "Happy birthday darling!" You wish her, and Amber just swiftly kisses both your cheeks. She goes to meet Drew and you go ahead and catch up with the rest of the group.

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It's been atleast an hour, and all of you are slumping on the couches with alcohol buzzing your systems. One of your friends, Jasper, goes ahead and fills up all your cups with some vodka but none of you say anything to him.

You found yourself on Drew's lap, yet again. This time, his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, like he never wants to let you go. With the alcohol spreading in you like a plague and blurring all your thoughts and emotions, you lean into his body, his chin resting on your shoulder and his breathes softly fanning your neck.

One of your friends - Avery - suddenly gets up from her seat and downs all the contents of her cup. "Let's go dance!" She yells over the loud music. You look over to the dance floor to see people swaying to the beat.

With the same enthusiasm as Avery all your friends decide to head to the dance floor. You start to get up from Drew's lap but he pulls you back in.

"Where you going?" He mumbles in your ear. You turn your head around to look at him; your faces so close just the same they were in the evening, and your want to kiss him comes back, more strong and more powerful than the last time.

"To dance, you wanna come?" You whisper back, your eyes closed as you softly nudge his nose with yours.

"Nah I'm all good. You go," He says, despite his heart only wanting you to stay with him. With all the willpower in him, Drew lets go of you and you get off his lap. The sudden loss of warmth encased you in a coldness - which doesn't feel so good.

Nevertheless, you catch up with your friends and all of you head on the dance floor, your cups in your hand as you find your bodies moving to the melody of the song playing, the beat setting you free.

Some other guys along with Drew were still at their places in the couch, as they talked about some random topics.

"Did you catch the game last night Drew? It was so worth watching," One of his mates, River says. But Drew doesn't listen to him; he's way too busy looking at you across the room dancing so carelessly with your friends, the brightest smile gracing your lips as you scream the lyrics.

"Drew? Drew?" River says, concerned as he shakes his shoulder. Drew suddenly snaps out of his daze and directs his attention to River.

"Yeah man?" He asks, a quizzical look on his face.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if you watched the game last night," River asks, sipping on his drink.

"Oh uh, no I didn't, I was uh... a little busy," he clears his throat and directs his eyesight back to the dance floor, trying to find you.

Jasper sighs at this sight. "Why don't you just go and confess? You have fallen so hard man,"

"Oh you know I can't do that Jas, I don't think my feelings are reciprocated I mean..." Drew sighs. At this point, the feelings Drew has for you are overflowing in him. One little flick of the switch and they'll start bleeding out non stop.

"Take this," Jasper offers Drew a cup with one his unknown concoctions in it.

"What's that?" Drew asks, eyeing the cup in his hand but not taking it.

"Liquid luck," Jasper nudges the cup closer to him. "Come on, take it man! No one needs it more than you."

Drew looks at the cup and then at Jasper, who is determined to make him drink it all. "Fuck it," he mumbles as he takes the cup and downs the entire drink in a single go. Grimacing at the bitter taste, Drew gets up from his seat and starts to make his way to you.

He squeezes in through the sweaty crowd of people until he finally stumbles upon the group of familiar people. Your back is towards him as you're dancing around with Amber. Drew takes in a deep breathe and walks up to you. You unknowingly take a step back and crash into him.

You turn around to see Drew, which causes the biggest grin to grace your face. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, his arms instantly latching onto your waist.

The song in the background suddenly changes from an EDM one to 'Sweet' by Cigarettes After Sex. The mood of the dance floor changes immediately, and you and Drew find yourself dancing slowly to the melody of the slow song.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

Your eyes are lost in his, as the only thing you can think about his him. He's always been there for you, he's always been so in love with you, he cannot imagine himself with anyone else except you. You lean in your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you feel the music in you and Drew's scent completely encasing you.

Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair, it's so sweet

The gentle instrumental plays in the background and you and Drew feel like you're the only ones on this planet. You're his, forever and ever.

"Drew?" You whisper, and he just hums in response. You open your eyes and lean your head back. Your gaze falls onto his lips, so soft and so sweet, just waiting to feel yours against them.

And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you

You lean in so painfully slow, but finally, your lips meet his halfway and you feel little euphoric firecrackers set off in your stomach. His lips, tasting like honey and berries as you crave the taste more and more with each second. You're melting under his touch, and he only holds you closer, impossibly closer, as his lips trace yours, your lips feeling like the most delicate flower softly brushing their petals against him.

You pull back, and lean your head against your chest, a content smile on your face.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

This is it. You finally have what you have always wanted.

Him.

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Can I get something with Miguel with a fem s/o that's a witch. Like they're both from the same dimension and he barely finds out she's not really using modern technology much, as she is using her own magic to complete daily tasks? 🎃

that is interesting,,, SURE ANON !!!

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miguel o'hara x witch!reader (headcanons and blurbs !!)

miguel would not be the type to believe in anything mystical nor magic, though after meeting you, he might've had some second thoughts when he saw your powers in action.

he used to think you were using simulations or advanced holographic technology to cast your spells and illusions, he is skeptical to a FAULT, he refuses to believe anything that can be explained beyond science exists.

showing him your magic for the first time scared him, because he couldn't explain through a scientific or logical manner how phenomena like that is possible. he did get amazed by how you can use your magic in practical ways, though, but he stands by the use of technology, he doesn't think he can do magic very well.

"this is... very intricate technology you have here." miguel said as he looked at the translucent creature you summoned, inspecting it all around. you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "technology?" "what is it, nanotech? holograms? don't tell me you're an arts and design major, because as impressive as the design is, i can't believe you'd plant a million little cameras all for this." he said in subtle awe as he reached out to touch the 'hologram', when all of a sudden... it licked him; the creature reached out and licked him.

you chuckled as you placed your hand on the creature's snout, with it purring and nuzzling towards your palm. miguel stepped back a little and tried to comprehend what just happened. "it... licks." "it does." you said with a smile as miguel's hand felt wet and sopping. "how did you, um, program it to... to salivate?" "i didn't program, i summoned." you corrected him as he muttered under his breath something in spanish. "no, it's... it's a hologram." "familiars aren't holograms." miguel stayed silent as he tried to come up with a logical answer as to why the creature you had was able to salivate, and seemingly blink, breathe, smile, nuzzle up to you as if it had a corporeal form, and have a heartbeat. no way was magic the reason, right?

every time he calls for you to get him something, it's always there in an instant, even when you're lying down or lounging around because of your telekinetic magic. you don't have to fold clothes or get up to make a coffee for yourself, you do all that and more with your telekinesis, and... miguel is super jealous you don't need that much brain power to multitask, unlike him.

if you had teleportation magic, miguel NEVER gets used to you just randomly popping up behind or next to him. he always gets spooked by you whenever he just turns around and sees you there or hears your voice so closely that he jumps out of his skin.

your summoning magic is not only very helpful, but it kinda makes miguel a little competitive with you. he thinks he can make lyla summon stuff faster than you, but ultimately, AI just can't beat raw talent, and of course, your raw talent and aptitude at magic cannot be beaten.

he doesn't know too much about technology, however, since he majored in biology, but he thinks using technology is much more convenient and tries to teach you how to at least use a basic communication device.

you both have one thing in common, though, you both suck horribly at using 21st century technology.

"what the shock am i doing?" you asked yourself aloud as you tapped on the screen of the phone you borrowed from a random stranger to try and contact miguel. being stranded in the past is awful, especially when your powers were on the fritz that day for some reason and you couldn't contact miguel through any medium other than through the technology of the 21st century. the stranger tried helping you out, with you failing to understand fully how to make a call to him, but when you did call him, you were surprised to see his face so up close to the screen.

it took you both a few tries to talk through the phone, but eventually, you both managed to have a very choppy and unintelligible conversation that was courtesy of bad signal and free crappy wifi at the local coffee shop miguel was at. "man, fuck this." you muttered as you handed the stranger their phone back and tried to find him, but without technology from 2099 nor your powers, you were in for a shitty day ahead of you.

he will admit, though, your magic makes up for technology's shortcomings. your magic hardly fails or screw up badly since you've been a witch for a long time already, though he says it in the most forced out and long-winded way as possible like ,,,,

after you saved miguel's tight ass from that eldritch monster that threatened to destroy nueva york from the ground up with only the raw magic you could muster and the abilities you were taught from a very young age, miguel had... sort of admired you for what you did for him. he was relieved he was saved, but to know magic was what would save him and not the technology he invested so much of his time on, he had felt a little embarrassed that it couldn't hold a candle to your talents, but he shouldn't have to be surprised that you were this strong this whole time.

"um..." he began as he got to his feet, with you helping him up with your powers. "yeah?" "...you did very... very little to destroy the city more than that monster had. it's very commendable, o-on your part. i'm... i'm glad you understand your powers well enough to... to keep mass destruction from- from occurring." he said with a slight bashfulness in his tone. "...and thank you for... helping evacuate all those people. i-i mean, i could've done it, but, y'know, the monster and all had like, 8 tentacles and i only have 4 limbs, so..." "you're welcome, miguel." you said with a bright smile, which made him even more flustered and embarrassed at how humble you were, how you didn't brag about how right you were that magic truly was a powerful asset, even in the 22nd century.

he tried not to expose himself for his embarrassment and tried to tell you how you could use the tech he gifted you to your advantage, but he couldn't even do that when he realized his tech couldn't even hold the monster back and had to get you to help him with your magic. "if it's... possible, would you like to... teach me some basic... basic... shock it, would you please teach me some basic magic?" he finally blurted out, to which you immediately said, 'yes!' to. he couldn't believe he was doing this, but, he had to admit, your magic was a force to be reckoned with; you were a force to be reckoned with. he wants to keep his home, family, friends and... you safe, of course, so to do that, he'd have to learn from the best of the best to get a little more creative and find better solutions to keep this city safe.

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